Harry Potter : Cael Vale’s journey to Hogwarts

The low murmur of the Black Lake echoed through the Slytherin common room, its dark waters rippling beyond the enchanted glass wall. Strange, glimmering creatures drifted in the depths, casting eerie shadows across the cold stone floor. Fischer Frey sat in one of the high-backed chairs facing the great aquarium, a crumpled letter trembling in his hands.

His eyes flicked over the words again, though he had already memorized every cruel line.

You've disgraced this family… You've made the Frey name a laughingstock in every respectable circle… You were to be my heir, but no longer. Colby will take your place…

The words burned. His father's disappointment, his humiliation, his shame — all poured onto paper, delivered straight to Hogwarts for him to suffer alone.

Frey's hands shook as he ripped the letter to shreds, breathing hard, chest tight with rage. His vision blurred as anger overtook him, his voice cracking the silence.

"Cael… Cael… Cael… That filthy Mudblood… because of you… I lost everything… I swear I'll make you pay…"

His muttering turned obsessive, the name Cael repeating like a curse under his breath.

A voice interrupted him, smooth and mocking.

"Well, well… I never thought I'd see the day. The great Fischer Frey — whispering a Mudblood's name like a madman," came Simon Travers, leaning casually against the stone pillar, smirking.

Frey shot to his feet, face twisted in fury. "Fuck off, Travers. I'm not in the mood for your games."

"Oh, but I'm in the mood," Travers chuckled, his prefect badge gleaming on his robes — the same badge Frey had lost not long ago. "Thanks to you, I'm wearing this now. And believe me, Dumbledore isn't giving it back."

Frey's fist clenched and shouted . "Fuck Dumbledore!"

Travers only laughed. "Temper, temper. This is your weakness Fischer, you can't control it, You'll never get revenge if you lose control so easily."

Frey glared, but his shoulders sank with defeat. Simon watched him for a moment, then his expression shifted.

"Come with me," Travers said. "I know somewhere… somewhere that might help you."

Frey hesitated, but the promise of power, of a way back, was too strong to resist. Wordlessly, he followed.

They dived deeper beneath the castle, through the hidden tunnels only Slytherins whispered about. Finally, they stopped before a small, ancient door carved into the stone. Travers knocked three times, then whispered a password Frey had never heard.

The door creaked open, revealing a hidden chamber unlike anything in the dormitories. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the walls lined with relics — artifacts old, powerful, and expensive. Rich leather chairs circled a grand table. It felt more like a noble's private study than a room hidden under Hogwarts.

Frey's eyes widened. "How—? I've been here for six years… a prefect for one… I've never seen this."

Travers smiled thinly. "You've seen nothing yet. We built this place with help from outside the school. This room has history—real history—older than any prefect badge."

At the table sat five figures, all cloaked in black. Their faces were hidden, their houses unknown. But their presence radiated danger. All were boys — no girls among them, which Frey found unusual.

One of them spoke, voice calm but cold. "Frey. We heard you lost your badge. A shame… but here, you can have real power. Power to crush those who humiliated you."

Frey's pride flared. "Show me your face," he snapped. "I don't take orders from cowards hiding under hoods, and do you think you can keep this place secret from Dumbeldore"

The room fell silent.

Without warning, Travers raised his wand. "Crucio."

Pain shot through Frey's body. He collapsed, screaming, the agony unbearable. Once, twice, three times the curse hit him before it finally stopped. Gasping, trembling, he struggled to his knees.

"Never disrespect this council again," Travers warned, lowering his wand.

Another member gestured for calm. "He's new. He doesn't understand. Soon, he will."

Frey was pulled to a chair, still shaking from the curse. His heart raced as the council began to speak.

"This is the Court of Serpents," the same member explained. "Founded after Salazar Slytherin left Hogwarts… abandoned by the founders, betrayed by Gryffindor and the others. His students remained, and they created this court to honor his vision."

Frey listened, stunned.

"The last time this court met," the speaker continued, "was when the Dark Lord himself walked these halls. He was one of us… chosen as our leader. But after he vanished, the court fell silent. Until now."

Travers smiled. "We've rebuilt it, Frey. With help from powerful families—families like yours. And we have one goal: destroy Dumbledore's rule. Cleanse Hogwarts of Mudbloods, half-bloods, and traitors."

The words chilled Frey — but they also ignited something inside him.

"What happens if I join?" Frey asked, voice low. "Can I take my revenge… on Cael?"

The council exchanged glances.

"If you join," the speaker promised, "you'll have power. Enough to ruin anyone who stands in your way."

Frey thought of his father's letter, his brother Colby's soft, undeserving face, the badge ripped from his chest. He clenched his fists.

"I'm in."

The members stood as one. "Welcome, brother."

A parchment, ancient and lined with runes, was unrolled before him.

"Sign this," Travers instructed. "You will be bound to secrecy. You speak of this court only with permission — or face consequences."

Frey took the quill. His hand barely trembled as he signed his name.

The Court of Serpents had returned — and Fischer Frey was ready to reclaim everything.