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

The corridor was quiet again.

Too quiet.

Harris leaned back against the stone wall, chest heaving, sweat cooling on his brow. Summer sat on one side of him, arms wrapped around her knees, staring ahead with wide, unfocused eyes. Alex paced a few feet away, silent but jittery, rubbing his arms like he couldn't shake the cold.

No one spoke.

The Codex of Avalon lay beside Harris, its cover warm, pulsing slightly with residual magic. It had stopped glowing after they'd escaped… but it still felt alive. And heavy.

He could still hear the sound the creature made.

That thing.

That shadow.

Like it had a mouth full of screams.

He wiped his hands on his robes and stared at the book. "I didn't think… I didn't know it would do that."

"You did know it would do something," Summer said. Her voice was calm, but her tone wasn't kind. It wasn't angry, either, just hurt. "The Codex warned you."

Alex didn't say anything. He kept pacing.

"I thought the trial would be like the first one," Harris said softly. "Mental. Symbolic. This time, it was different."

"This time, it nearly killed us," Alex muttered.

The words hung there like frost.

Harris swallowed. He had faced danger before. Monsters in memory. Shadows in his own mind. But this was different.

This wasn't a test.

This was real.

And he had unleashed it.

"I'm sorry," he said finally. "I should have been more careful."

Summer didn't look at him, but she gave a quiet nod. "We're still alive. So there's that."

They sat in silence for a while longer, until Harris finally stood and brushed dust from his robes.

"We need to find out what that thing is. And how to stop it."

Summer raised an eyebrow. "You still want to go deeper into this?"

"I don't think we have a choice."

He held up the Codex. "It's open now. And that thing… it's awake. If we don't figure this out, someone else will stumble across it. Or worse, it might find them."

Alex stopped pacing. "So what do we do? Ask a professor? 'Hello, Professor, we broke into a forbidden part of the castle and released a nightmare?'"

"No," Harris said. "Not yet. We don't know enough."

Summer looked at him carefully. "Then what do we do?"

"We research. We investigate. We follow the Codex, carefully this time."

Summer exhaled slowly. "Alright. But if the next page starts glowing, I'm setting it on fire."

Alex raised his hand. "Seconded."

Harris allowed himself the smallest smile. He hadn't lost them, not yet.

But something inside him ached.

He had felt something when the shadow surged from the circle. A pressure in his mind. Something… familiar.

It had looked at him.

Not with eyes.

With knowing.

And it had whispered something just before they sealed the door, a word he didn't understand.

"Wells," it had said.

His name.

That night, Harris couldn't sleep.

He lay awake in the Ravenclaw dorm, the Codex hidden under his mattress, and thoughts churning in his mind like a storm.

What had they released?

How had it known his name?

And why did he feel like… this was only the beginning?

He closed his eyes, letting his breathing slow.

The castle creaked around him, ancient stone shifting gently in the night.

And deep beneath it, something breathed in the dark.