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

A slow, creeping cold that coiled around Harris's spine as he climbed the narrow staircases of Hogwarts, heading back to Ravenclaw Tower.

He tried to ignore it.

Tried to pretend it was just a draft from an open window or maybe the after-effect of another long day of lessons and hidden training. But he knew better.

The Codex had warned him.

"Every truth has its price."

And last night, when he opened the first page, something inside him had shifted. He had passed the trial, yes. But that didn't mean the Codex had let him go freely.

No ancient magic ever came without strings.

By the time he reached the common room, the cold had turned into something worse.

His head pounded.

His vision blurred.

He collapsed onto the blue velvet couch near the fire, trying not to look like he was dying.

No one noticed.

Ravenclaws were too focused on books and essays. The room buzzed with quiet energy, students muttering spells and flipping pages.

Harris clutched his wand tightly in his pocket.

The pain grew worse, sharp, like icy needles stabbing behind his eyes, and deeper, like his magic itself was twisting inside him, coiling too tight, pulling threads he couldn't control.

Not now, he thought. Please, not now.

He focused on his breathing. In. Out.

Just like Occlumency taught him.

Wall off the panic. Push down the pain.

But it didn't work.

Because this wasn't a mental attack.

This was his weakness, the thing that had haunted him since the first time he used real magic as a child. A silent flaw hidden behind all the talent and reincarnator advantages.

His body couldn't keep up.

His core was strong, but unstable.

Alone.

Until the door creaked open.

And to his surprise, Alex Richards and Summer Greengrass stepped through.

A Ravenclaw prefect raised a brow but waved them in.

"Your friends?" she asked Harris gently.

He gave a weak nod.

"Professor Flitwick sent word to all Heads of House to allow 'study visits' between Houses if approved," the prefect said. "Something about 'encouraging inter-house friendships.' They answered a riddle, so they're your problem now."

She left with a small smile.

Summer crossed the room and dropped onto the seat beside him without a word. Alex followed, putting down a tray with three mugs of hot chocolate and a small blanket.

"You look like death," Alex said.

"Feel worse," Harris muttered.

Summer placed a hand on his arm. "The Codex?"

He nodded.

"It's like it… stretched me," he said softly. "My core, it's strong, but it's not stable. The more I use it, the worse this gets."

"You should've told us," Summer said, voice flat but eyes warm. "We're your friends, Harris. Not side characters in your story."

"I didn't want to worry you."

"Too late," Alex replied. "I've been worried since you recited a full Arithmancy chart by heart yesterday."

Harris gave a tired smile.

For a long moment, none of them spoke. The fire crackled softly, casting dancing shadows across the Ravenclaw walls.

Then Harris whispered, "The Codex didn't just test me. It took something. I don't know what yet, but… there's a cost."

Alex leaned forward. "Then we share the cost next time."

Summer nodded.

"We're not your students," she said. "We're your friends."

That word "friends" felt heavier than magic.

Harris let himself lean back. Let the warmth of the room, the presence of people who cared, ground him.

Maybe he was powerful.

Maybe he had knowledge no one else in this world had.

But none of it mattered…

If he had to carry it alone.

Later that night, finally after the pain subsided a little, long after the others had left and the room had gone quiet again, Harris stared into the fire.

The Codex was hidden safely under his bed, sealed tight.

He knew the second page would come soon.

Another challenge. Another price.

But this time, he wouldn't face it alone.