Some called him generous and selfless; others called him selfish, placing his own interests above everyone else's.
The great Dumbledore had placed high hopes in him, while the evil Grindelwald had seen him as the future of the Wizarding World.
He still held a grudge against Tony Stark over a single remark.
Steve Rogers had broken with him over Bucky.
He was no saint, with no heart so magnanimous that it could embrace everything.
But he would contribute a great deal for wizards.
He had become the World-Ending Dragon prowling outside Washington, and golden hope that protected wizards.
When the Super Heroic Age arrived, he had stepped before the world.
He had defeated the scheming Loki in New York.
He had made the Wizarding Kingdom unlike anything else in the world.
He had also brought wizards truly into the sight of Muggles, freeing them from lives spent in hiding.
He had changed everything.
Yet there was no denying that selfishness was one of his defining traits.
First his family, then the Stars, then Hogwarts and the Wizarding World.
His desires had kept growing, expanding from himself to the entire world.
He seemed to have become a saint.
Unfortunately, he was not.
Ambitious and greedy, he knew how to protect himself.
Selfishness had never been an inferior quality.
Slytherin's Wizard King was the pride of Hogwarts.
He had toyed with death more than once.
Likewise, he had touched the forbidden more than once.
The moment his soul vanished, everyone thought he was dead.
And yet...
Thump.
Inside the still cauldron, the murky potion quivered faintly.
The Soul Stone slowly descended.
The Soul Stone was the most unusual of the stones. Unlike the others, it required special conditions to awaken it.
It was an ambitious person's nightmare. The greater their ambition, the