Harry Potter : Cael Vale’s journey to Hogwarts

The castle halls were quiet that night, shadows stretching across the stone floor as the flickering torchlight danced along the walls.

"Are you sure about this you know the last time we did something like this we were nearly tortured by the Slytherins ?" Ron whispered, glancing nervously over his shoulder.

"We have to know what's behind that door," Hermione insisted, her voice low but steady. She clutched her wand tightly as they crept along the Fourth Floor corridor, each step echoing faintly.

Harry said nothing, his eyes focused straight ahead. His hand hovered near his wand, ready for anything.

The trio paused at the heavy wooden door—the one Dumbledore had strictly warned students to avoid. A faint draft leaked from beneath it, carrying with it the faintest, strangest scent… like old fur and something far less pleasant.

"Alright," Harry whispered, glancing at them. "We open the door, take a quick look, and we're gone."

"Quick look," Ron muttered, clearly doubting this plan entirely.

Hermione Cast the unblocking spell "Alohomora" 

After the click sound unlocking was heard she pushed the door open—just a crack—and the hinges gave a soft creak.

They slipped inside.

And immediately regretted it.

A massive, hulking shadow shifted in the darkness.

Three enormous heads turned toward them, yellow eyes gleaming like lanterns, sharp teeth bared.

Fluffy.

The three-headed dog filled the room, fur bristling, each head letting out a deep, growling rumble that vibrated through the floor.

Ron let out a strangled squeak. "Bloody hell…"

Before they could react, Fluffy surged forward, paws thudding against the stone, drool flying as all three heads snapped their jaws.

Harry yanked the door open, shouting, "Run!"

The three of them bolted back into the corridor, their footsteps pounding down the hall. But Fluffy was faster, crashing through the door like it was made of paper, closing the distance with terrifying speed.

"WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Ron shouted, flailing as he ran.

"Do something!" Harry yelled.

Hermione spun around, raising her wand, but panic fumbled her spell. "Petrificus—"

A blur of motion cut across their path, fast as lightning.

A figure appeared between them and Fluffy, cloak rippling, wand in hand.

"Incarcerous!" the stranger commanded.

Thick ropes exploded from thin air, wrapping around Fluffy's legs. The beast stumbled, snarling as it tumbled sideways, heads snapping furiously, jaws clamping down on the magical bindings.

The trio skidded to a stop, breathing hard, staring at their unexpected rescuer.

It was Cael.

He stood calmly, wand pointed at the struggling dog, his expression unreadable under the shadows.

"You lot have terrible survival instincts," Cael remarked, his voice dry with amusement. "Did you really think sneaking into the Forbidden Corridor at night was a good idea?"

Hermione opened her mouth to argue—but then snapped it shut. She had no good excuse.

Ron was still gasping for breath. "What… how did you—where did you come from?"

"Been following you since you left Gryffindor Tower," Cael said simply, lowering his wand. "Good thing I did, or you'd be Fluffy's midnight snack."

Harry's eyes widened. "You… you know the dog?"

"Not personally," Cael replied with a slight smirk. "But I know enough to avoid its teeth."

Fluffy roared behind them, snapping the magical ropes with brute force. Cael grabbed Harry by the shoulder. "Move."

They sprinted down the corridor together, ducking around the corner as Fluffy tried to squeeze through the doorway. Luckily, the beast was too large to follow properly, and after a few frustrated growls, it gave up, retreating back behind the door.

The four of them collapsed against the stone wall, panting.

Ron looked at Cael like he'd grown a second head. "Mate… you just saved our lives again like last time ."

"Yeah, I noticed," Cael replied with a smirk.

Harry's sharp eyes narrowed. "You followed us? Why?"

"Because I knew you'd do something reckless," Cael answered easily, brushing dust off his robes. "And I was right."

Harry frowned. "You knew about the Stone, didn't you? About Flamel?"

"I knew enough to guess and also Hermione came to me for help, and that's when I knew where your heads were at," Cael admitted. "You're not exactly subtle."

Hermione flushed, clearly embarrassed, but her curiosity won out. "So… what happens now? You're not going to tell on us, are you? And I only asked you about Nicolas Flamel — how did you even know what we were up to?"

Cael shrugged casually. "I'm not planning to tell anyone ,come on girl at least have some trust on your friend . And also if you're going to play detective, you might want to be a bit more careful. Whispering in the Common Room isn't exactly subtle — half the house probably knows by now. And Hogwarts isn't a playground… not with that Stone hidden here."

The three of them exchanged embarrassing glances .

Ron coughed. "So… uh, thanks for saving us from being dog food."

Cael grinned faintly. "No problem. But let's get back before Filch catches us. I'm good at vanishing, but you three? Not so much."

Without waiting for an answer, he turned and led the way back through the castle, his steps quiet and sure.

They slipped through the halls and climbed back into Gryffindor Tower, the fire still burning low as they settled back into the common room.

The trio slumped onto the couches, still shaken.

Cael leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed. "Next time, try not to nearly get yourselves killed."

Harry studied him closely. "Why are you helping us?"

Cael's eyes glinted with quiet amusement. "Let's just say… I like keeping an eye on my juniors so they don't mess up themselves ."

With that, he turned and disappeared up the stairs, leaving the three of them to stare after him in stunned silence.

Ron said "I mean, he's a bit weird… but you've got to admit, he's pretty cool."