Harry Potter : Cael Vale’s journey to Hogwarts

The long silence hung between them like a veil of timeless mist.

Then, finally, Cael asked, "There's a group of wizards… they're trying to find this place. If they manage to open that door—if they come through—what happens then? Won't they reach the past? Won't they reach you?"

Rose, still seated in the sun-dappled courtyard, gave him a serene smile. "You don't need to worry about them," she said softly. "They will never reach this place. They don't even understand what they're looking for. To them, it's just an ancient mystery—some whisper of the lost Council. Nothing more. And even if, by some miracle, they opened the door… they would not pass. This sanctuary would turn them away. It is not for them."

Cael nodded slowly, though unease still crept in the back of his mind. "And what about you?" he asked. "If I go back to my time—if I return to Switzerland—will I find this palace? Will I find you?"

Her smile faded into something more wistful. "No," she said. "You won't find me. You won't find this palace either."

"Why not?" Cael pressed. "What happens to the door? Why can't I come back?"

Rose glanced toward the edge of the garden, where the light wind gently rustled the silver petals of unfamiliar flowers. "Because by then, the door may have vanished," she said, her voice low.

Cael confused and asked . "Vanished? Why?"

"That," she replied, looking at him now with calm finality, "I cannot tell you."

"Why not?" he asked , the frustration of not knowing the answer was bugging him . "Why can't you tell me?"

"Because it's not your time to know," she said firmly. "You're still young. There's a long road ahead of you."

Cael looked down, hands clenched. "Then what's the point?" he asked bitterly. "Why find the other Council members? What's the purpose of all this?"

At that, Rose's smile returned—faint, but full of meaning. "I can't reveal everything. But you will understand, one day, when you find her—the strongest among us."

"Her?" he repeated. "Who is she? What's her name? Where is she? I'll go now if I have to."

Rose chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I can't tell you that, either. None of us can. We took a binding vow. Her name, her location—those are secrets even among the Council."

"I can still try," Cael said stubbornly. "I'll go out and look for her. I'll even go to the sanctuary of the Council—"

"No," Rose said quickly, her expression darkening. "You must not. If you go there now, you'll fracture everything. The timeline would begin to tear. You'd return to a future you wouldn't recognize—and you wouldn't like the version of it that remains."

Cael looked at her helplessly. "Then what can I do?"

"You can stay here," she said gently. "This sanctuary is the only safe place for you now. The only reason we can speak is because I exist slightly beyond time. I'm… immune to its flow, in a way. I can perceive it, touch its edges."

He sighed, rubbing his temple. "Then at least tell me more about the Council. About the civilizations you built."

At this, Rose's eyes sparkled. "Now that is a good question."

She walked slowly, her fingers brushing the carved marble of a nearby column. "There were many of us—around three thousand members at our height. But six of us formed the core. The founders. We shaped the world, Cael. We helped construct the empires of Sumer, Persia, China… even Rome. We guided the kingdoms of the South—India's ancient dynasties. Our influence ran deep, hidden beneath the veil of history. Until the fall."

Cael blinked. "The fall?"

She didn't answer that, not directly. "The Council," she continued, "was built atop the foundation of Sumerian civilization. That's where the sanctuary began, where the first knowledge was kept. That was our golden age."

He let her words settle, the weight of history pressing in.

"I want to know more," he said finally. "Myrddin gave me a spell—an ancient one. Can you teach me something too? From your era? That kind of knowledge could be… it could change everything."

Rose regarded him for a long moment. "Normally, I would not. But since Myrddin entrusted you with his spell—a spell he spent centuries creating—and since fate itself permitted you to come here, I will give you something as well."

Cael's breath caught. "Truly?"

"But understand this," she warned, "you will not be able to fully wield it. Not yet. Your magic is not strong enough. It may take you decades to even approach mastery."

"Will I ever reach your level?" he asked hopefully.

She burst into warm laughter. "No, little flame. I've had centuries to master it. I made this spell myself, after uncovering scraps of forgotten civilizations. It lets me see—observe what has not yet come to pass."

Cael's eyes widened. "You're giving me a spell to see the future?"

"Yes," she said simply. "But only if your soul can handle it."

She stepped closer, placed a hand gently on his forehead. A faint glow passed between them—and Cael felt it. A rush of information, not words but essence, structure, theory. A web of runes, meanings, and a name:

⸻

Spell: Visio Futura

Latin: "Vision of the Future"

• Pronunciation: VIH-see-oh foo-TOO-rah

• Wand Movement: A slow spiral, ending with a sharp upward flick—like pulling a silver thread of time toward you.

• Effect: Grants a 10-second glimpse of the most likely future outcome based on the present trajectory.

• Requirements:

• A wand

• Intense focus on a silver thread of time

• A surge of precise magical energy from deep within

• Nature: Probabilistic—what is seen may change with future actions.

• Risks: Dizziness, nausea, disorientation. Overuse may harm the caster's mind.

• Mastery: Prolonging the vision beyond 10 seconds may take years—or a lifetime.

⸻

Cael staggered back, eyes wide. "How did you do that? That wasn't just teaching—you gave it to me."

"I didn't give you the spell," Rose corrected. "I gave you the understanding. The rest is up to you. And study the ancient runes—they will serve you well. More than you know."

He nodded slowly, still dazed. "This is… powerful. Are you sure you want me to have it?"

"I'm entrusting it to you," she said, her voice full of quiet conviction. "But be careful. If you learn to see far ahead—don't use that vision to twist others' lives. Changing fate has a cost. A heavy one."

Cael looked down, absorbing it all. Then, with a faint smile, he said, "Can't you spoil just a little of my future?"

She rolled her eyes, amused. "You know I can't."

He chuckled, the tension easing. But then, her tone turned solemn.

"Any more questions?" she asked. "Because it's time for you to return."

"Why?" he asked, almost pleading. "Why can't I stay longer? You could teach me so much more."

"I wish I could," she said gently. "But the longer you stay, the more dangerous it becomes. You must return to your timeline. The world needs you there."

He sighed, heart sinking. "I wish I could come back someday."

"You will," Rose said with a knowing smile. "When you meet her—the strongest of us—you'll find your way back. And maybe… maybe you can even help me visit your future."

He met her gaze. "Then it's a promise. If I can… I'll come for you. And I'm sure you'll love the future."

She laughed softly. "I've already seen glimpses of it. The muggle world—your world—it becomes extraordinary. I want to see it for myself."

Cael smiled, warm and full of hope. "Then I'll be waiting for that day."