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

The next night, under the cover of darkness and a sky scattered with stars, the three friends met again, not in the library, not in a common room, but in a small storage corridor behind the Great Hall, one rarely used and nearly forgotten.

Harris had memorized the lines from the Codex's second page. They weren't written like instructions, they read like poetry:

"Where shadows breathe and stone remembers,

The bound shall wait in slumbered embers.

A whispered name, a hollow floor,

Beneath the torch, behind the door."

He had read the lines aloud to Summer and Alex, and together, they scoured the castle. It was Summer who noticed the small, flickering torch in the forgotten corridor, a torch that burned with blue flame instead of gold.

"It's here," she had whispered, her eyes shining in the strange light.

Now, the three of them stood before the wall beneath that very torch.

Harris reached forward and touched the wall. Nothing happened.

"Maybe we need to say something," Alex offered. "A name?"

Harris looked at the Codex. A single rune on the second page had started glowing just this morning. He spoke it softly:

"Nemorath."

The wall shuddered.

Stone groaned.

With a hiss of dust and magic, a thin doorway appeared, an arch cut into the stone that hadn't been there a second ago. Cold air breathed out from within. It smelled like earth, forgotten time, and something darker… like a warning.

"Still want to turn back?" Harris asked.

"No," Summer said first. "We're with you."

Alex nodded, his face pale but firm.

Together, they stepped inside.

The passage was narrow and steep, winding downward beneath Hogwarts like a coiled snake. The Codex glowed faintly from Harris's satchel, lighting the way.

It took them deep, far deeper than the dungeons or the Slytherin common room. The walls grew rough, the air colder. Water dripped somewhere far away.

Eventually, they reached a chamber.

It was circular, carved out of black stone. Strange glyphs shimmered along the walls, ancient and indecipherable. In the center was a raised platform… and on it, a circle carved into the floor. Inside the circle, nothing.

Or at least… it looked like nothing.

But Harris could feel it. Magic, ancient and waiting. The kind of power that made the hairs on his arms stand up.

"Should we go in?" Alex asked.

"No," Harris said immediately. "Not yet."

He took out the Codex. As he flipped to the second page, the runes shifted again, and for the first time, something new appeared: a diagram of the circle, and a warning in clear English.

"Three steps awaken, three trials test.

The sealed one waits not with patience,

but hunger."

Suddenly, the chamber trembled.

A low groan echoed through the stones.

Summer grabbed Harris's arm. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" Harris said.

The circle on the floor cracked open.

A pulse of dark energy surged out, knocking them off their feet.

From the center of the circle, a sound rose, deep, ancient, hungry.

Then, a shadow.

Not a ghost, not a creature with clear form, a moving darkness, like smoke filled with eyes and teeth, like a scream turned solid.

It surged toward them.

"Back! RUN!" Harris shouted.

They bolted through the passage, the creature tearing through the space behind them. The Codex flared in his hand, the pages turning by themselves, glowing white-hot. Words flew by:

"…when all hope fails, call the name of the phoenix…"

But Harris didn't know what that meant.

They barely made it out the tunnel, slamming the wall behind them shut with a quick locking charm.

The torch above flickered out.

The hallway was still again.

The Codex closed.

They had awakened something.

And now it was no longer sleeping.