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

Alex Richards had never felt more out of place in his life.

He wasn't stupid. Back in his normal school, he'd been smart, top of his class in math, won a spelling bee once, could run fast too. He was the kind of kid who figured things out before the teachers finished explaining.

But this place?

Hogwarts was different.

It was massive and strange. The walls whispered. Paintings moved. A ghost called Peeves threw chalk at his head last Tuesday. And the classes? They were like learning to juggle fire while riding a broomstick.

And then there was Harris.

His new best friend.

He liked Harris. Really, truly liked him. The boy was quiet, smart, kind, always calm, always listening, like he already knew how the world worked.

But tonight, as Alex lay in bed staring at the wooden ceiling, he couldn't stop thinking about that book.

That strange, ancient Codex Harris had shown them.

It hadn't just glowed. It had… whispered. Pulled at their minds. And when Harris opened the first page, something happened. Alex couldn't explain it, only that for a few seconds, it had felt like the world went quiet… except inside his head.

And Harris didn't even flinch.

Even Summer had looked unsettled and she usually acted like she had tea instead of blood.

Harris had stood still, breathing deeply, like he knew what to do.

And the Codex responded to him.

That's what scared Alex the most.

He turned in bed, restless.

What was Harris?

He had said he didn't know his real parents. That he'd been adopted. That he was just a boy from a small village called Elderfield.

But now, Alex wasn't so sure.

He had seen the way Harris's eyes flickered silver when the book had opened. The way his voice changed when he said "Runic Threading." The way the book obeyed him.

Was Harris really just a student like them?

Or something more?

The next morning, Alex sat at the inter-college table, poking at toast.

Harris entered the hall a few minutes later and, as always, didn't cause a single ripple. Most students didn't even look up.

He walked past his own House table and slid onto the bench beside Alex.

Summer joined them shortly after, wand tucked behind her ear and a thick Transfiguration book in her hands. She didn't say much, she rarely did in the mornings, but she gave Alex and Harris both a look that said: I'm watching. Don't do anything stupid.

"Sleep well?" Harris asked.

Alex shrugged. "Define well."

Harris smiled faintly, and something about it calmed Alex.

He was still Harris. Even if he had a creepy magic book that seemed to bend reality.

"Do you feel okay?" Summer asked softly, between bites of toast.

"Yeah," Harris said. "Tired. But… I can still feel the Codex. It's quiet now. Resting."

Alex frowned. "Books don't rest."

"This one does," Harris said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Alex stared at him for a moment, then grinned. "You're the weirdest person I've ever met."

"And yet," Summer added dryly, "you sit next to him every day."

"That's what makes it fun," Alex said. "Besides, I'm starting to think we'll need each other."

He leaned in a little, lowering his voice.

"If that book really gives knowledge, if it really has magic from the past… then we've stumbled onto something big. I don't know what it is yet, but it feels like the beginning of something important."

Harris nodded once. "It is."

Alex looked at both of them.

"Just promise me one thing. If it ever asks you to give up something important… like a piece of yourself, or your memories, or I don't know, your voice or something... you'll tell us."

Harris didn't answer right away.

But then he looked up and said quietly, "I promise."

Alex wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse.

But for now, they were still together.

Three kids at the start of something big.

And for the first time, Alex felt like he mattered in the story too.