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

The Ravenclaw common room was quiet, moonlight pooling across the floor like spilled silver. Most students were asleep, the soft hum of breathing and the occasional snore breaking the silence.

A few days have passed already, steady and stable, but not tonight, Harris Wells wasn't asleep tonight.

He stood in front of the enchanted window, the Codex of Avalon clutched tightly in his hands, its violet cover pulsing gently with a light that didn't reflect from the moon or stars.

Behind him, Summer and Alex waited in silence. They hadn't questioned why he asked them to meet here in a dorm where they did not belong. They didn't need to.

Because they had seen it too, the Codex was waking up again.

And it wanted something.

"Last time, the challenge was mental," Harris said quietly, still facing the window. "This time… I think it's going to be something else."

"How can you be sure?" Alex asked.

Harris turned. "Because it's no longer asking me to remember. It's asking me to relive."

He sat cross-legged on the rug and placed the Codex in front of him. Summer and Alex sat on either side, their faces tense.

Harris opened the book.

The page turned by itself.

A new passage appeared, ink blooming like fire across the parchment:

"To master flame, one must walk through it. To wield memory, one must endure its heat. Truth is the fire that either purifies… or burns."

The moment the last rune formed, the Codex exploded in golden light.

Everything went white.

When Harris blinked again, he was no longer in the common room.

He stood in a field of ash.

The sky above was black and red, like burning parchment. Lightning cracked across the horizon. Around him, fire danced in unnatural shapes, wolves, serpents, human silhouettes made of flame.

And there, standing in front of him, was… himself.

But older.

Taller. Hardened. With cold silver eyes and a wand drawn.

"Who are you?" Harris asked.

"I'm who you become," the older version replied. "If you survive."

The fire-creatures growled, circling closer.

Harris stepped back.

"What is this place?"

"A test," Older-Harris replied. "The Codex doesn't just teach spells. It awakens potential. And the deeper you go, the more it demands."

The fire-wolf lunged.

Harris dodged, rolling across scorched earth. He raised his wand instinctively.

"Protego!"

A weak shield shimmered. The beast hit it and exploded into sparks, but two more took its place.

"You can't win with spells alone," Older-Harris said. "You have to understand why you fight. What pain you carry. What truth you hide."

Another beast charged.

This time, Harris didn't raise his wand. He clenched his eyes shut and remembered.

The look on Thom's face when he hugged him goodbye.

The warmth of Mara's fingers brushing through his hair.

The moment he first woke up in this world, confused, alone, but determined.

The fire paused.

The creatures flickered.

And then they vanished.

The Codex floated before him again, pages flipping, runes rearranging themselves.

Trial complete.

The vision faded.

Harris gasped and fell forward, breath ragged. He was back in the common room. The Codex lay closed and silent beside him.

Alex caught him by the shoulders.

"What happened? You disappeared then we were thrown back when you appeared like, like something pushed us."

"I was somewhere else," Harris whispered. "And I wasn't alone. I saw a version of myself. Stronger. Colder. And the Codex, it made me face my fears. Literally."

Summer's eyes narrowed. "It's escalating."

"It is," Harris nodded. "And we need to be ready. Because the Codex isn't just a book anymore."

He looked down at the glowing runes on the cover.

"It's a door."

Alex looked pale. "A door to what?"

Harris stood slowly.

"That," he said grimly, "is what we're going to find out."

Outside, thunder rolled faintly in the sky. In the distance, something ancient stirred, watching.

Waiting.

And smiling.