Harry Potter : Cael Vale’s journey to Hogwarts

For a moment, everything was fine.

Cassandra Vole stood in the grand common room of the Vole estate, the polished marble floors gleaming beneath her shoes, and her family's enchanted mirror watching her with spectral patience. She was practicing the Vole household's signature teleportation spell — a technique taught exclusively to Vole heirs for emergencies.

It was supposed to be simple. A short-range, house-bound spell. Perfectly contained. Perfectly safe.

Every noble family had their private spells, passed down like treasured secrets. The Blacks, masters of dark magic and Animagus transformations. The Greengrasses, unparalleled healers and restorative experts. And the Voles? Herbology prodigies whispered about in magical circles — but most prized of all was their unique, blood-bound teleportation magic. Safer, more precise than Apparition. But only usable by those carrying Vole blood.

But today… something went wrong.

The spell rippled unnaturally, the air shimmering like warped glass. Before Cassandra could react—

Crack!

The world vanished.

Cold, hard pavement scraped her palms as she stumbled forward, disoriented. Gone were the towering stone halls and flickering sconces of her ancestral home. Instead, noisy streets stretched in every direction — honking cars, strangers brushing past, metal towers looming overhead.

The Muggle world.

Panic clawed up her throat. Her control — flawless until now — had slipped, hurling her straight into mundane London.

She clenched her fists, forcing her breathing steady. It's fine. I'll call the house-elf. Bali will bring me back.

Lifting her chin, voice sharp with generations of aristocratic command, she called:

"Bali! Fetch me. Now."

Nothing.

Only the distant murmur of traffic and city life.

Her brow creased. She tried again, louder, authority crackling in every syllable.

"Bali! I command you — appear and take me home!"

Silence.

No shimmer of magic. No flicker of bending space. No familiar tug of a house-elf's transportation spell.

Her chest tightened. The enchantments woven into her should have let Bali find her instantly. But it felt like… like she was cut off. Severed from her world entirely.

The sensation made her skin crawl.

A chill wind swept through the nearby park, tugging at her perfectly pressed robes. Curious passersby cast glances her way, puzzled by her old-fashioned attire — but none approached.

Until they did.

A group of rough-looking men drifted out from a nearby alley. Unwashed jackets. Cigarettes dangling from cracked lips. Predatory eyes that lingered too long.

The tallest whistled low, his grin sharp with malice.

"Well, well… First time I've seen a girl dressed like that. But I'm not complaining. What a beauty "

Another slurred, breath heavy with alcohol, "Lost, sweetheart? We can… keep ya company."

The third chuckled, elbowing him.

"Come on, love, we'll show ya 'round proper. And Give you a lots of Creamy gifts if you like.which you will after you experience it "🤤

Cassandra's stomach turned. Revulsion prickled beneath her skin, but her face stayed impassive — years of Vole training burying the fear.

Idiots.

Her gaze flicked around. No wand — it hadn't teleported with her. If it had, they'd be writhing on the pavement by now.

The men closed in, their steps predatory.

One reached for her wrist—

"YES, OFFICER! Over here! They're harassing a minor — trying to kidnap her!"

The voice cut through the park like a spell.

The thugs froze, eyes darting toward the sound.

Cassandra turned, her heart catching in her throat.

A boy stood near the park entrance, messy dark hair falling across his brow, hands cupped around his mouth, grinning like the whole situation amused him.

She blinked.

"…Cael?"

The familiar boy ambled over, brushing his fringe aside, that insufferable smirk curling his lips.

"Yeah, same old Cael," he said casually. "What're you doing wandering around the Muggle world? It's dangerous for a young witch to be alone when they don't know anything about the muggel world and how are you ?You alright?"

Cassandra straightened, hiding trembling hands in her sleeves, pride steadying her as always.

"I… I'm fine," she replied coolly, though her voice wobbled faintly.

Her eyes flicked to the retreating men, then back to him, suspicion sharpening beneath her gratitude.

"What are you doing here?"

Cael shrugged, easy as ever.

"Life keeps throwing me into weird quests. Looks like you had a rough start to yours."

"Quests?" She frowned, confused.

Cael tilted his head, studying her.

"So? How'd you end up here? Wandless, alone — not the best spot for a twelve-year-old, y'know."

She hesitated, cheeks warming.

"I was… practicing a family spell. Something went wrong. I got teleported here."

"Teleported?" He arched a brow. "Trying Side-Along Apparition already?"

She scoffed softly.

"Not Apparition. It's… a Vole technique. Bloodline-specific. Safer than Apparition. Usually."

Cael grinned wider.

"Looks like it 'usually' glitched."

Despite herself, the corner of her mouth twitched. With him here, the panic simmering beneath her ribs ebbed slightly. She noticed his Muggle clothes — casual, simple — yet oddly fitting.

He held out his hand.

"It's already Dark ,Let's get you somewhere safer. Staying here? Bad idea."

She hesitated, but slipped her hand into his. His grip was warm, steady… unfamiliar, yet oddly welcome.

As they left the park, Cael pointed to a nearby bus stop.

"This? London's worst neighborhood. You're lucky I found you."

They reached the station, waiting as traffic rumbled past.

Cael explained like a tour guide.

"Buses — Muggle transport. We'll head to Central London, then the Leaky Cauldron."

Cassandra barely listened, distracted by how grounded his presence made her feel. No man besides her father had touched her — but with Cael… it felt safe as is hand was clutching to her's.

The bus arrived. She climbed aboard, awkward but curious — her first time on a Muggle vehicle.

Minutes later, they reached Charing Cross Road.

"There." Cael pointed to a brick building tucked between shops.

"Leaky Cauldron. Remember this spot — in case your spells misfire again."

Inside, the pub was quiet. Cael guided her to a corner table.

"Alright. Floo home, or owl your folks?"

Cassandra shook her head.

"Our Floo Network's locked. Pureblood households rarely keep it open. I'll write."

"Upstairs, then. Tom'll lend us an owl."

She followed him curiously.

"You live here?"

"Yeah. Been working at Flourish and Blotts since school let out. Needed a place , go on I will go buy something for you to eat and drink ."

She nearly asked why — but thought better of it. His reasons weren't hers to pry into. Instead, in his small, tidy room, she wrote her letter, explaining everything and requesting Floo access.

Hours later, her parents arrived. When Cael returned with food, they were gone — only a note remained.

Thank you.

Cael snorted, amusement flickering in his eyes.

"Risk my neck, save someone's life… and I get a note. And wasted money. Oh my poor money "🥲

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At Vole Manor —

Cassandra collapsed into her mother's arms, the composure finally cracking, for the first time she let her emotions go , tears breaking loose.

Selene Vole held her tight, voice fierce with love.

"It's alright, my princess. You're safe now."

Later, as Cassandra slept, Selene turned to her husband, eyes glinting with cold fury.

"I want them dead, Alaric."

His jaw clenched, expression darkening.

"They'll be erased from this world," Alaric vowed.

Selene's tone softened slightly.

"Did you thank the boy properly? The one who saved our daughter?"

Alaric sighed.

"No. He wasn't there. Cassandra said he'd gone to get food."

Selene's gaze hardened.

"We owe him a proper thanks. The Vole name does not forget its debts."

Alaric nodded.

"First, I'll summon a healer. Then… we find the boy."