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

The next morning was unnervingly quiet.

Even the staircases weren't shifting as often, and the ghosts floated slower than usual, as if the castle itself was holding its breath.

Harris walked into the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with Summer and Alex. Most students were still whispering about the strange events, the unconscious second-year, the flickering magic, the canceled classes.

Professor Elara Vane stood at the front.

She was new this year, sharp eyes, shoulder-length dark hair, and a silver wand holstered like a blade across her back. Rumors said she had worked for the Department of Mysteries before taking a position at Hogwarts. No one knew why she left.

"Books away," she said, her voice firm but calm. "Today, we're going to talk about things that shouldn't exist."

That got everyone's attention.

Harris's eyes narrowed slightly.

Professor Vane paced slowly. "You've all grown up hearing stories. Trolls, werewolves, cursed artifacts. Most of you assume that the Ministry tracks and catalogs all dangerous things. That the world is neatly mapped and guarded."

She stopped.

"It isn't."

The class was dead silent.

"There are things in this world that predate the Ministry. Predate even Hogwarts. And sometimes… very rarely… the old things wake up."

She turned, looking directly at Harris.

"Magic leaves echoes," she said. "If something's wrong, the castle will feel it. If something older is trying to return, the castle will resist."

Harris felt a chill. Not fear. Recognition.

She knew.

Somehow, Professor Vane knew.

After class, as students packed up nervously, Vane approached him.

"A word, Mr. Wells?"

Summer and Alex paused, but Harris gave them a nod to go on.

Vane waited until the room was empty.

Then, quietly, she said, "The Codex you found. You've opened the first page, haven't you?"

Harris blinked. "How?"

"There are only three copies," she said. "One destroyed. One lost. And one... Now yours."

"How do you know about it?" Harris asked.

Her voice lowered. "Because I used to be one of its Keepers."

She pulled something from her coat, a coin-sized emblem, etched with a rune that shimmered gold, then vanished.

"I've seen what happens when people read too quickly," she said. "What they awaken."

Harris swallowed. "Do you know what the next challenge is?"

"No," she said. "The Codex tests differently for everyone. But know this, each page is not just a lesson. It is a lock. And you're unlocking doors for things long kept hidden."

Before Harris could respond, she stepped away. "Be careful, Mr. Wells. Not all knowledge wants to be known."

That evening, Harris found himself alone near the Astronomy Tower, the Codex pressed to his side.

The wind was cold and high.

He wasn't sure why he came here.

Until he heard footsteps.

Soft, steady, familiar.

"Beautiful view, isn't it?" came a voice, warm and distant.

Harris turned to see Albus Dumbledore standing beside him, hands tucked behind his back, his half-moon glasses glinting in the starlight.

"Professor," Harris said quietly.

"I imagine you have questions," Dumbledore said, gazing over the distant Forbidden Forest.

"I do," Harris admitted. "But I think I already know most of the answers."

Dumbledore smiled faintly. "That's what makes you dangerous."

Harris blinked.

Dumbledore continued, "The castle is stirring, Harris. And not just because of you. There are other pieces moving across the board. You've stepped onto it early. Not by choice, I imagine."

"I didn't ask for this," Harris said, softer now.

"None of us did," Dumbledore said. "But fate rarely asks permission. Only participation."

He turned slightly, eyes sharp now.

"Whatever you find down there, below the castle, beyond the pages, do not lose yourself. Magic has memory. And the oldest magic… has will."

Harris nodded.

Dumbledore's expression softened again. "You're not alone. Remember that, I'll always be with you, and everyone who needs me, just think about me when you need me the most and I'll appear."

With that, the old headmaster turned and walked away, leaving Harris standing beneath the stars.

The Codex pulsed in his hand.