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

Summer Greengrass's POV

Summer Greengrass was not supposed to get attached.

She had been told that from the moment she could walk.

"You're a Greengrass," her mother would say. "You do not weep. You do not shout. You carry yourself with grace and silence. Emotion is weakness."

Summer had believed that for a long time. Her robes were always pressed, her hair smooth, her wand hand steady. She didn't laugh loudly, didn't cry in public, didn't raise her voice.

She didn't need friends.

Or so she thought.

Until Harris Wells.

Until Alex Richards.

They were chaos, both of them in different ways. Harris, with his calm, sharp eyes that saw everything. And Alex, with his open grin and endless questions and the way he wore his heart on his sleeve.

They were… odd.

But also honest.

And for the first time in a long while, Summer found herself wanting to sit with someone at breakfast. Wanting to walk slowly to class so they could keep talking. Wanting to be seen.

That morning, as she sat beside them in the Great Hall, she watched Harris closely.

He was the calm center, again. Like always. His fork moved automatically, but she could tell he was thinking about the Codex.

About the first page they'd unlocked last night.

She'd felt it too. That cold pressure in the air. The way the room had seemed to lean in. When Harris touched that page, it hadn't just opened, it had judged him. Searched him.

And it had let him pass.

She knew magic. Old magic. Her family dealt with it. They knew the whispers in the dark corners of the magical world. Ancient things came with prices. Curses. Contracts. Consequences.

The Codex of Avalon was no textbook.

It was alive.

And Harris… had been chosen.

She didn't know what scared her more, the book's power, or how natural Harris looked when using it.

Alex had joked about it. But Summer saw deeper.

Harris wasn't just gifted.

He was trained. Even if he didn't say it out loud.

He carried his wand like someone who had practiced for years.

He spoke spells like someone who felt them, not just memorized them.

And when the book tested his mind, he hadn't flinched because his mind was already protected.

Occlumency.

She was sure of it now. No eleven-year-old mastered mind magic.

But Harris had.

Which meant only one thing: he had prepared for this world before he even stepped into it.

He's not ordinary, Summer thought. He never was.

And yet… he wasn't proud. He wasn't cruel.

He never tried to lead.

He just… was.

Later, as they sat by the window in an unused classroom, their unofficial meeting spot, Summer watched Alex try to mimic a levitation charm using only his fingers and willpower. He nearly dropped his quill on his foot.

"Stop wiggling like a broken owl," she sighed.

Alex laughed. "You wound me, Greengrass. Truly."

Summer shook her head, a faint smile on her lips.

Harris sat in the corner, the Codex on his lap. He hadn't opened the second page yet. It still glowed faintly, waiting.

Summer looked at him carefully.

"You haven't opened it again," she said softly. "Why?"

Harris looked up. His eyes, silver-gray always calm, met hers.

"Because the first page tested my mind," he said. "The second might test something else."

"And you're afraid?"

He paused. "I'm… cautious."

She liked that answer.

It meant he understood the risks.

Good. Because Summer knew what happened to people who rushed into old magic without caution. She had lived with a curse in her veins since birth, the Greengrass bloodline curse, passed down through the women of her family. Slowly weakening their bodies, twisting their magic.

It hadn't started hurting yet.

But it would.

She wasn't supposed to talk about it.

But as she looked at Harris, she found herself thinking, Maybe someday, I will.

Not yet.

But maybe.

That night, when they split up to go back to their Houses, Summer hesitated.

Then she turned and called softly, "Harris."

He stopped.

"Thanks. For showing us the Codex."

He tilted his head, curious. "You're not scared of it?"

"I'm terrified," she admitted.

And then, after a pause: "But I'm more scared of being left behind."

Harris smiled faintly. "You won't be."

She nodded once.

And for the first time in her life, Summer Greengrass believed someone truly, when they said they would stay.