Rewritten Magic: The Chronicles of Harris Wells ( A HP Fanfic)

The next day, after the classes were over harris went to library along with his friends.

The library was quiet, lit only by a few enchanted candles floating above the tables.

Harris sat with Summer Greengrass and Alex Richards at the far end of the room, near a corner no one ever visited. Their books were spread out like they were just doing homework, but today was different.

Harris reached into his bag and pulled out the Codex.

A thick, violet leather-bound book. It shimmered faintly with ancient runes, and even when it didn't move, it felt alive. A small chill moved through the air when he placed it on the table.

Summer's eyes narrowed. "That's not a regular book."

"Nope," Alex added. "That thing's humming."

Harris nodded. "I found it in a hidden room behind the library. Or maybe… it found me."

He placed a hand on the cover. It was warm now, like it recognized him.

"What is it?" Summer asked, keeping her voice low.

"I think it's called the Codex of Avalon. It speaks to me, not out loud, but in my mind. It said I could open it... but warned that every page comes with a price."

Summer frowned. "A cursed book?"

"No," Harris said. "Not cursed. Just… ancient. Alive. Magical beyond anything I've seen."

Alex leaned back slightly. "Mate, if it starts whispering stuff like 'sacrifice your friends,' I'm out."

Harris gave a small smile. "It won't."

He looked at both of them. "I wanted you here because if something goes wrong… I trust you."

They nodded.

Carefully, Harris opened the first page.

There was no explosion. No flash of light. Just a soft whisper that echoed in all three of their minds, not with words, but feelings. Cold. Pressure. A wind that blew through the soul, not around the body.

The page was blank for a moment.

Then symbols began to glow across the parchment, silver runes and curling lines that pulsed like a heartbeat.

A challenge stirred.

Memories, not his, suddenly surged inside Harris's mind. A storm of thoughts, old voices, crying, laughter, war drums, the cracking of ancient spells. It was like drowning in the past.

Alex gripped the edge of the table. "What's happening?!"

Summer stood, wand half-raised.

But Harris didn't scream. He didn't flinch.

His mind was calm.

A wall already stood between his thoughts and the noise. Not a wall built tonight, but long ago. He had learned to protect his mind long before Hogwarts, Occlumency had come naturally to him. His thoughts were organized, like clean shelves in a silent room.

And in that silence, the storm passed.

The book glowed once more and the runes settled.

A new design appeared on the page: a circular rune, connected by flowing lines and tiny symbols, the Thread of Memory, the book called it in his mind.

Then, the Codex spoke again only to Harris.

"You remember too much. You control too well. But even calm minds must pay a price."

Suddenly, Harris felt cold in his bones.

Like something had shifted inside him.

Like a door had opened that couldn't be closed.

He gasped and gripped the edge of the table, trembling slightly.

"Harris?" Summer said quickly, stepping forward.

"I'm okay," he said, voice shaking. "The book gave me something. Knowledge. Runic Threading, a way to shape spells deeper than words."

He looked up, eyes flickering with silver for a second.

"But… I also felt something leave. Like a lock broke inside me."

Alex leaned forward. "What kind of lock?"

"I don't know yet."

They sat there for a long moment, quiet.

The Codex slowly closed itself, as if finished for the night.

Summer touched his shoulder gently. "Whatever it gave you, we'll figure it out together."

Alex gave him a grin. "Just promise not to explode."

Harris laughed softly. "I'll try."

As they left the library, Harris glanced back one last time at the hidden corner.

The Codex had opened.

The price had been paid.

And the journey had begun.