Harry Potter : Cael Vale’s journey to Hogwarts

The train hummed beneath Cael's feet as it cut through the countryside, fields of green and gold rolling past the windows. Laughter echoed from compartments, sweets traded hands, and the familiar chatter of students filled the air.

 Cael went outside of the carriage to relax.

 surrounded by friends and jokes, that made him smile , As up until now the start was good — but the sharp instinct honed from too many run-ins with trouble. Made him feel it wasn't going to be so relax , trouble wore a familiar face.

Cael excused himself from the compartment, stepping into the corridor to stretch his legs. His fingers brushed the wand tucked beneath his robes. The train rocked gently beneath him as he walked, peering into compartments, ignoring the startled first-years and groups of older students.

The further he went, the quieter the train became — until a cold voice sliced through the corridor like a knife.

"Well, well… look who decided to crawl out of hiding."

Cael froze, turning sharply.

Fischer Frey.

Tall, wiry, with pale Black hair slicked back and eyes as sharp as broken glass. His prefect badge gleamed against his dark robes, but it did nothing to soften the sneer etched across his face.

His wand was already in hand, aimed lazily at Cael's chest.

"I've been waiting all summer for this, Mudblood," Frey drawled, voice low and laced with venom.

Cael's eyes narrowed, pulse steady despite the insult. His wand was in his hand before the next breath. "Couldn't even wait until we reached Hogwarts, Frey? Desperation's not a good look."

Frey's smile twisted cruelly. "Neither is bleeding all over the train. I will make you beg me to kill you , since no one will Care about the life of a muddblood, they Can't do anything to me either "

With no more warning, Frey struck.

"Expulso!"

The blasting curse whistled through the narrow corridor, shattering a glass window behind Cael. He ducked, shards raining past his shoulder, and retaliated with a sharp flick.

"Expelliarmus!"

Frey sidestepped the disarming charm, his expression amused. "Still playing with baby spells?"

The sixth-year's wand sparked green as he cast again.

"Confringo!"

The explosive hex hit the wall beside Cael, leaving a blackened scorch mark. Students shouted from compartments, doors slammed shut, but neither of them cared.

Cael gritted his teeth, shifting his stance. If Frey wanted serious, he'd get serious.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

The full-body bind zipped toward Frey, who blocked it with a lazy "Protego." The shield charm rippled like water before vanishing.

"Is that all you've got?" Frey taunted, twirling his wand mockingly.

Cael's eyes darkened. He wasn't here to trade words.

"Incarcerous!"

Ropes burst from his wand, snaking toward Frey, but the older boy cut through them with a sharp "Diffindo."

The corridor trembled as another hex from Frey slammed into the floorboards, leaving a smoking dent. A door burst open nearby; two second-years scrambled out, eyes wide with panic.

"Levicorpus!" Frey snapped.

Cael felt the sudden tug on his ankle, but he twisted mid-air, landing hard on his feet. His wand whipped up.

"Stupefy!"

He Casted this spell multiple times

He fired again — and again — stunning spells roaring down the corridor. Frey blocked them all, barely, forced back a step. His smirk faltered for half a second.

"Not bad, little Mudblood," Frey spat, eyes gleaming. "But not enough."

"Sectum—"

"Expelliarmus!" Cael's disarming spell hit Frey mid-word, knocking his wand loose. It skidded across the floor, clattering under a seat.

But before Cael could press his advantage, heavy footsteps stormed down the corridor.

"Enough!"

Multiple voices barked the command at once. Prefects from every house flooded the space — scarlet, green, blue, and yellow badges gleaming. Behind them stood two figures impossible to miss.

The Head Boy and Head Girl — tall, imposing, their expressions thunderous.

And at the front of the group, Percy Weasley's face was practically purple with outrage, his prefect badge polished to a blinding shine.

"Wands. Both of you. Now," the Head Boy ordered, eyes sharp.

Cael, chest heaving, reluctantly handed over his wand. Frey retrieved his, scowling but obeyed as the Head Girl snatched it from him.

"You're both lucky this didn't happen closer to the station," she snapped. "Fighting on the train? What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't finished with him," Frey muttered under his breath, but his bravado cracked under the combined glares of the prefects.

Percy stepped forward, face pinched with authority. "This behavior is disgraceful. You'll both be reported the moment we arrive. I'm writing to Professor McGonagall personally."

Frey's jaw clenched, but Cael simply straightened, wiping dust off his robes. His eyes locked with Frey's — cool, steady, promising this wasn't over.

The prefects escorted them back toward separate compartments, the Head Boy's warning still ringing in their ears.

But Cael couldn't help the small, defiant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He nearly got him but the he was lucky.