Harry Potter : Cael Vale’s journey to Hogwarts

The footsteps echoed louder now, bouncing off the cold stone walls of the Trophy Room. Harry gripped his wand tighter, eyes darting toward the door, while Ron shifted nervously beside him.

"Is it Malfoy?" Ron whispered, though his voice betrayed more fear than confidence.

But it wasn't Malfoy.

Three figures stepped into the room, dressed head to toe in black robes. Their faces were hidden under dark hoods, shadows covering every detail. Their movements were calm, confident — dangerous.

Harry took a cautious step forward, his wand steady. "Who are you? Where's Malfoy?"

Ron tried to sound brave but couldn't hide the tremble in his voice. "How much did Malfoy paid to come in his place? You lot better run off before we send you flying."

One of the cloaked figures let out a low, cruel laugh. His voice was sharp, dripping with arrogance.

"We didn't come for some silly duel, Potter," the boy sneered. "We came to teach you a lesson. You, the blood traitors…" His eyes shifted to Ron, then to Hermione. "And oh what do we have here a little Mudblood tagging along too ."

The two boys behind him chuckled darkly.

Hermione's face flushed with fury. "You don't have the right to call me that! This is Hogwarts, not some dark alley! Professors are everywhere, and I'll report every word you've said!"

Her voice was sharp, her anger clear, though the slightest shake betrayed her fear.

The boy only laughed, stepping closer. "Typical Mudblood… all words, no power. You should be grateful Dumbledore's still breathing. He's the only reason filth like you are allowed to dirty these halls. But not for long. We're going to clean this castle, starting tonight—with you."

His hand shot to his wand, and the others followed.

Hidden in the shadows near the doorway, Fred, George, Lee Jordan, and Cael watched, their faces tense.

Cael whispered, "Do you recognize their voices?"

Lee Jordan shook his head. "No. Faces are hidden. Could be anyone."

Fred's jaw tightened. "Blood supremacists. Only their lot talks like that."

George muttered, "I'd bet they're all Slytherins."

Cael's eyes narrowed, watching the scene. "They're behind the recent attacks. The ones who hexed Neville and some Muggle born students last week. They've been waiting for a chance to come After Harry too."

Back near the center of the room, the lead boy raised his wand toward Harry and Ron, a cruel smile twisting his lips.

"Here Potter let me make you feel how your Dead mother felt when Dark lord Killed her ."

But before he could strike, George's voice bellowed from the shadows.

"Ron, Harry, Hermione — don't look back, RUN!"

Everyone froze for a second, then chaos erupted. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville spun around and bolted for the door.

The hooded boys cursed under their breath, but before they could react, Cael, Fred, George, and Lee Jordan burst from the shadows, wands drawn.

"Stupefy!" Fred's Stunning Spell shot through the room like a bolt of red lightning, striking the lead boy in the chest. He stumbled but kept his footing, growling in frustration.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Lee Jordan's spell missed by inches as one of the cloaked figures ducked.

Cael's eyes were cold, focused. "They want a fight? Let's give them one."

Another boy shot a jet of green sparks toward Fred, who dodged, rolling across the polished floor.

George retaliated with a quick, sharp, "Expelliarmus!" A wand flew from one of the attackers' hands, clattering to the floor.

Cael didn't hesitate. "Incarcerous!" Ropes burst from his wand, snaking toward the nearest boy, but the attacker slashed them aside with a Severing Charm.

The trophy cases rattled, glass shivering with every spell cast.

The attackers regrouped, hurling curses back — bolts of blue and red light sliced through the room.

Fred ducked behind a tall, golden shield display. "They're good!"

"Not good enough," Cael muttered.

One of the attackers sent a Blasting Curse across the floor, shards of marble and dust exploding upward. Lee Jordan rolled away, coughing.

"Cael, now!" George yelled.

Without hesitation, Cael sprinted forward, ducking low, wand aimed high. "Expulso!"

The floor beneath the attackers cracked and shattered, sending two of them sprawling to the ground. The third staggered but aimed his wand at Cael.

"Crucio!"

The curse zipped through the air—Cael barely dove aside in time, landing hard but unharmed.

"Unforgivable Curses?" Fred shouted, stunned. "These lot are serious!"

Cael's expression darkened, his wand steady. "So are we."

He hurled a Bludgeoning Spell across the room, slamming one attacker into the trophy case, glass raining down like ice.

Lee Jordan cornered another with rapid Stunning Spells — "Stupefy! Stupefy!"

George sent an Impediment Jinx to freeze the last one mid-stride, his body locking in place like stone.

Fred panted, stepping beside Cael. "We've got to finish this—before someone show up."

Cael's wand was raised, eyes cold, voice low. "One more move, and you'll regret ever stepping foot in this room."

The attackers, battered and cornered, hesitated. But their leader's hood slipped back just enough to reveal cold, pale eyes and a twisted sneer — unmistakably Slytherin.

The last of the attackers hit the floor with a heavy thud, groaning, his wand skittering across the marble tiles.

Cael didn't waste time. His wand flicked through the air. "Incarcerous!"

Thick ropes burst from his wand, twisting like living snakes, binding the boy's arms and legs tight. Fred and George were already on the others, tying them up, dragging them into a pile like sacks of flour. Lee Jordan kicked one of them lightly to check if they were still conscious. The boy let out a faint moan.

Fred cracked his knuckles. "Well, looks like we've got ourselves a few rats."

George grinned wickedly. "What should we do with them? Send 'em back to their snake pit, or—"

Cael's voice was cold, calm. "First, we teach them a lesson."

Without hesitation, Fred slammed a fist into one attacker's ribs. The boy yelped, curling in on himself. George followed, landing a hard punch to another's stomach. Lee Jordan aimed a sharp kick to the third one's legs.

"Not so brave now, are you?" Fred sneered, rolling his sleeves.

Cael crouched beside them, his eyes hard as stone, voice low and sharp.

"You come here, throw curses, spit on people because of blood — like that makes you powerful. But you only target the ones who can't defend themselves. First-years. Muggle-born kids who barely know a single spell."

He leaned in closer, his gaze cold.

"If you had any real courage, you'd go after the older students — the ones who can fight back. But you don't. You're cowards. You only pick on the weak because deep down, you're scared."

His fist connected with the leader's jaw, snapping the boy's head to the side.

The attackers groaned and writhed, but they were tied too tight to fight back.

When they were done, all three lay bruised, blood trickling from their noses, chests heaving.

"Right," George said, wiping his hands. "Now for the grand finale."

They pulled out their wands again, casting the Disillusionment Charm over themselves, vanishing from sight.

Working quickly and silently, they dragged the three limp bodies through the dark corridors, hidden by the magic, their footsteps echoing softly on the cold floors.

Down the winding stairs they went, through the shadowy halls, until they reached the vast, empty Great Hall. Moonlight poured through the high windows, silver beams casting long shadows over the house tables and floating candles swaying gently above.

They dropped the attackers unceremoniously in the center of the hall.

Fred pulled parchment and quill from his pocket, scribbling a message.

"Hogwarts doesn't tolerate blood supremacists."

He pinned the note to the leader's robes, just over his chest.

George added another touch. With his wand, he spelled glowing letters onto each of their foreheads — the word Guilty shimmered across all three in fiery red script.

Lee Jordan snorted with amusement. "That'll give 'em something to think about when they wake up."

Cael checked their ropes one last time. "Let's go."

Invisible under the Disillusionment Charm, they slipped out of the hall, silent as shadows, and made their way back to Gryffindor Tower.

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Gryffindor Common Room

When they climbed through the portrait hole, the room was quiet except for low voices by the fire.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville sat in a tight circle, all of them looking shaken, faces pale.

The four boys dropped the charm, their figures appearing out of thin air.

Neville jumped. "Merlin—where did you lot come from?"

Hermione's eyes widened. "Where were you? What happened? Who were those people?"

Ron looked up, rubbing his arm. "We tried to run, but… who were they?"

Fred plopped onto the nearest chair, grinning. "Problem's sorted."

George flopped down beside him. "Three Slytherin scumbags tied up like Christmas gifts."

Harry's eyes narrowed. "You caught them?"

Lee Jordan nodded proudly. "Left them gift-wrapped in the Great Hall."

Neville gawked. "You dragged them all the way there?"

"We don't tolerate blood supremacists in this castle," Cael said flatly, sinking into a chair, his voice cool and sharp. "They learned that the hard way."

Hermione, arms crossed, stared hard at him. "You fought them? You should've called a professor—"

"We handled it," Cael interrupted calmly. "Sometimes, you have to."

For a moment, silence settled over the group, the crackle of the fire filling the space.

Then, Harry leaned forward, his expression serious. "They'll come back, you know. Whoever they are… this isn't the end."

Cael's eyes darkened, but his voice remained steady. "Of course they would come, so you guys should be careful don't go out at night or at least learn some useful spells to defend yourself ."

Hermione's arms were crossed tightly, her face flushed with frustration. "We shouldn't be doing this," she snapped. "This is a school, not a battlefield or some military camp. We need to tell the professors. They'll handle it properly."

Lee Jordan shook his head, his expression serious. "Unfortunately, you don't understand how things work outside these walls. If you did, you'd see the bigger picture." He glanced around at the others. "And for your information, if you run to the professors now, they'll punish all of us — not just them. For sneaking out, for dueling, for fighting… for all of it."

Fred chuckled, nudging Ron. "Especially you. Don't go running your mouth about beating Slytherins tonight."

Ron huffed, folding his arms. "I don't brag."

Fred and George exchanged identical smirks.

Lee muttered under his breath, "Could've fooled me."

The common room fell quiet once more, shadows dancing along the walls, the echoes of the night's chaos still lingering in the air.