Harry Potter : Cael Vale’s journey to Hogwarts

Later that afternoon , the Gryffindor common room had quieted down, the warm glow of the sun casting flickering shadows across the walls. The Cael slipped away from the noise, heading inside to the his Dorm He sat down, going over the plan in his head.

Not long after, Lee Jordan appeared, followed closely by Fred and George Weasley. The twins were grinning, clearly curious, while Lee looked eager to hear what the Cael had in mind.

The Cael leaned forward, voice low.

"Alright, the first step is simple—we get inside the Slytherin common room. Best time is after they're all asleep. Most of the prefects and professors will be asleep by one in the morning. That's when we move."

Fred smirked. "And how exactly do we get in, mate?"

"We need the password first," the Cael replied. "Once we have that, we can slip inside and collect what we need. A few ingredients for… let's call it secret punishments. Nothing dangerous, but enough to make sure a few snakes wake up in the hospital wing for a couple of days."

Lee's eyes lit up with excitement. "I'll handle the password. I'll head down to the dungeons around seven tonight, hang near their entrance, and wait. Sooner or later, some Slytherin will say the password loud enough for me to hear."

The Cael nodded. "Good. You know the Disillusionment Charm well enough, right? Use that to stay hidden. Once you hear the password, come straight back."

"Easy enough," Lee grinned.

Fred clapped his hands together. "Perfect. While you're spying, George and I will get everything ready for tonight's little ambush."

George laughed quietly. "It's about time those Slytherins got a taste of their own medicine."

With the plan set, they split up.

Later that night, Lee made his way to the dungeons, invisible under the Disillusionment Charm. He waited for what felt like hours, hidden in the shadows near the Slytherin common room door. Footsteps finally echoed down the corridor—a small, nervous-looking first-year Slytherin approached.

"Pure-blood legacy," the boy muttered, and the stone door creaked open.

A smirk tugged at Lee's lips as he whispered under his breath, "Thanks, little snake. You've just made my night."

With that, he slipped away, already hurrying back to the Dorm to share the password—and set the rest of their plan in motion.

Hogwarts Castle - 1:00 AM

The stone corridors of the dungeons were silent, save for the occasional drip of water echoing somewhere in the distance. The torches lining the walls flickered low, casting jagged shadows that danced like ghosts.

Cael tightened his cloak around him as he led the way, his wand gripped firmly in his hand. Behind him, Fred and George Weasley padded silently, grins flashing in the low light, and Lee Jordan brought up the rear, carrying a small enchanted bag that jingled faintly with every step.

"Alright, lads," Fred whispered, his voice low with excitement. "This is either going to go brilliantly… or we'll be scrubbing cauldrons 'til we graduate."

"Or Azkaban," George added with a wink.

Lee snorted. "Worth it."

Cael was grinning too, sharing in their humor without the slightest trace of guilt. The Slytherins had overstepped this time — far beyond what rivalry excused. But tonight wasn't about harmless jokes or clever pranks. Tonight was about reminding them that the walls of Slytherin wouldn't shield them forever.

They stopped before the hidden entrance to the Slytherin common room — a stretch of bare stone wall near the dungeons, cold and damp.

"Pure-blood legacy," Cael whispered, since Lee had overheard the password earlier that day from an unsuspecting first year little snake .

The stones shifted and peeled apart, revealing the entrance. They slipped inside.

Slytherin Common Room 

Greenish light from the underwater windows shimmered across the stone walls, casting an eerie glow. The room was empty and silent, the students long since asleep. The silver and green banners barely stirred in the still air.

Fred surveyed the room with an exaggerated nod. "Cozy little snake pit they've got here. They really are rolling in Galleons — look at those oversized, overpriced chairs… and that Persian carpet? You don't pick that up in Hogsmeade."

"Full of venom though," George muttered, pulling out a handful of Zonko's products mixed with more… experimental items courtesy of their shop-in-progress.

Cael's expression was also surprised as it really was different from Gryffindor's Common Room , than he said . "We start with Fourth years, the fifth-years. Then sixth. Seventh. Work our way down. We leave the kids alone. This is for the ones who think hurting people like Hermione is fair game."

Lee grinned, shaking the enchanted bag. "Time for some pain. Let's make it smart, though. No one sees us. No one hears us."

The four of them moved with practiced silence through the boys' dormitory corridor.

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First Target: Fifth-Year Boys' Dorm

The heavy wooden door creaked slightly as they slipped inside. Four beds, all occupied by slumbering Slytherin boys, snoring softly, oblivious.

Cael motioned them forward, stepping towards the bed of Marcus Flint — his crooked teeth and brutish face unmistakable even in sleep.

"Ready?" Cael whispered.

Fred and George exchanged wicked grins, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. Lee reached into his pocket and produced a small jar of Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder — but this wasn't the standard issue. Their version had been modified with a sticking charm to cling to the victim, and laced with a cruel twist: while they'd be breathing just fine, their mind would be convinced they were suffocating — every second wrapped in darkness feeling like a slow, invisible strangling.

Cael leaned over Flint, his wand steady. "Silentio."

The snoring stopped — Flint's mouth moved, but no sound escaped. Fred sprinkled the darkness powder around Flint's pillow. As it activated, it engulfed his head in a clinging cloud of pitch-black fog, impossible to remove, suffocating, yet non-lethal — designed to trigger pure panic upon waking.

George added a neat hex to his legs — "Crurum Crsiue Minor" — an advanced prank curse that would send sharp, pinching pains through his calves for the next 12 hours.

"Wakey-wakey's gonna be fun," Lee chuckled.

The four crept down the dimly lit corridor, the only sounds their soft footsteps and the faint bubbling of the Black Lake beyond the walls.

"Next one's here," Fred whispered, motioning to a heavy door marked with an engraved silver plate: Sixth-Year Boys.

Cael readied his wand, Lee reaching for more prank supplies. But as Fred reached for the handle, they all paused—low voices filtered through the door.

But not angry ones.

"…mmph—quiet… someone'll hear—"

"Relax, no one's—"

Soft shuffling. A stifled laugh. A very suspicious squelch sound.

The four of them exchanged wide-eyed looks.

Lee's grin widened immediately. "Oh, Merlin's saggy socks… we've hit jackpot."

Gorge, biting his lip to suppress a smirk, raised an eyebrow. "We interrupting a… strategy meeting?"

Cael smiled and said like a devil "For all the stunts they pulled …" Cael muttered, voice low, "…seems only fair they feel some embarrassment too."

Fred perked up, curious. "What're you thinking?"

Cael tilted his head toward his friends, smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "Let's freeze them."

Cael continued , smiling like a devil . "Until tomorrow morning. Naked , Vulnerable. Let the professors, the prefects, the entire house… all of them see exactly what these two were up to."

George grinned wickedly. "Scandalous."

Lee swung the door open, light spilling into the dorm.

There, tangled awkwardly on the nearest bed, were two sixth-year Slytherin boys, fully -undressed, very much occupied with each other.

Time froze.

The boys gaped in horror—as they were completely naked .

With a smooth flick of his wand, Cael whispered, "Glacius Immobilis."

An icy shimmer spread instantly—freezing both boys exactly as they were, arms tangled, faces flushed, fully naked, blankets crumpled beneath them. Their eyes moved frantically, but their bodies were frozen stiff, completely helpless

Fred broke the silence first, slapping a hand over his mouth to stifle a laugh. George wasn't as controlled—he let out a loud, wheezy snort.

Lee doubled over, barely able to breathe. "Oi, I knew Slytherins liked slithering, but this is—this is next level—"

Fred wiped tears from his eyes. "The morning wake-up call is going to be… priceless."

George clapped him on the shoulder, wheezing. "Mate, forget curses—this is better revenge than anything we planned."

George leaned toward the frozen pair. "We'll let the professors sort this one out. Maybe Sprout's got advice for budding romance."

The group burst into muffled snickers.

Cael holstered his wand, satisfied. "They humiliate others for sport. Let's see how they like it."

Fred , snickering despite himself, motioned to the others. "Alright, alright. Let's go. We've embarrassed them enough for one night."

As they slipped back into the hall, Lee wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. "Well, that explains the weird noises earlier."

George nodded sagely. "And here I thought the Slytherin house lacked heart."

Fred winked. "Turns out, they've got plenty of… passion."

The group dissolved into muffled laughter, moving down the corridor, the pranks continuing—but now with an unexpected, hilarious story to add to their list.

They repeated the process — one by one, pranking each of the older Slytherin boys: boils that spelled rude words across their foreheads, magically itching robes they couldn't remove, shoes hexed to feel like walking on hot stones, hair transfigured into bright pink, painful constricting vines knotted into their blankets.

All silent. All surgical. No one woke up.

Sixth and Seventh-Year Boys' Dorm

The older students received harsher treatment.

For the sixth-years — the ones most responsible for whispering slurs, hexing younger students, and provoking the Gryffindors — Cael used his wand carefully.

A tall boy from Shafiq family got his wand snapped in two, replaced with a replica that released foul-smelling goo upon contact.

Another, Urquhart, found his arms transfigured to glow-in-the-dark snake scales — impossible to hide for days.

Lee laid out trick sweets by the bedside — candies that triggered temporary tongue swelling or vivid hallucinations.

"Fischer Frey's in here," Cael whispered, his eyes narrowing as they crept into the final dorm.

The tall, cruel-faced Slytherin who had cast the Cruciatus on him last year was now before him slept soundly, unaware.

This one wouldn't be all jokes.

Fred and George nodded, solemn now.

Cael pointed his wand, voice cold: "Vesica Dolhris."

A severe but non-permanent hex — sharp needle-like pains would shoot through Frey's joints, bad enough to leave him limping and breathless for days, with no clear magical trace unless inspected closely.

"Pranking is fun," Cael whispered, watching as George snuck a Skiving Snackbox under Frey's pillow. "But some things? Some things need a lesson."

Seventh-years, the most dangerous of the lot, weren't spared.

They finished the rest — every bully, every arrogant prefect — hexed, pranked, and cursed in varying degrees of severity.

Back in the Common Room

Fred smirked, tossing the bag in the air. "If we get caught, I'm blaming George. He's the handsome twin—teachers go easier on him."

George rolled his eyes. "True, but they'll lock you up for the sheer volume of that ego."

Lee grinned. "I'll just say I'm a tourist. 'Didn't know Hogwarts banned midnight tours of the Snake Pit,' you know?"

The four of them regrouped, adrenaline still buzzing.

"No alarms. No footsteps. No one even stirred," Lee whispered, impressed.

"Professional work, lads," George grinned.

Fred patted Cael's shoulder. "For Hermione."

Cael nodded once, quiet satisfaction curling through him. "And for all the students that got hurt because of them ."

They slipped out of the common room, the entrance sealing behind them, leaving only silence — for now.

But come morning? The Slytherin boys' dorms would erupt in chaos — pain, confusion, and enough humiliation to last weeks.

And not a soul would know who was responsible.