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

The next morning, Harris sat in the middle of the Magical Theory and Spellcraft class, which was a mix class for all 4 houses for first years, pen hovering above parchment, trying and failing to focus on Professor Elara Vayne's lesson.

It wasn't that she was boring. Quite the opposite.

Professor Vayne had a way of speaking that made magic feel like music, every theory a melody, every wand movement a verse. She didn't just teach spells; she taught why they worked. Why magic chose the path it did.

But Harris's mind wasn't on incantations or wand channels.

It was on the Codex.

The shadow creature.

And the way it had whispered his name.

He blinked and tried to refocus as Professor Vayne tapped the blackboard with her wand. "Now, who can tell me what happens when a spell matrix is unbalanced during casting?"

A few hands went up. Not his.

Summer, sitting two rows ahead at the Slytherin side of the shared classroom, glanced back. Her expression was calm, but he saw the concern in her eyes.

Next to Harris, Alex scribbled something on a torn piece of parchment and slid it his way:

You're doing that face thing again. The 'I know something terrible' face.

Harris sighed and wrote back:

Because I do know something terrible.

Before Alex could reply, the air shifted.

Literally.

The torches lining the classroom walls flickered, not dimming, but changing color.

Blue. Then green. Then purple.

Some of the younger students gasped.

A second later, the chalk Professor Vayne had been using exploded into white dust.

She turned sharply, wand raised.

"Everyone, remain calm." Her voice was steady, but her eyes swept the room like a hawk's.

The torches returned to normal.

The silence in the room felt heavier than stone.

Harris felt it too, the pressure, like the world itself had hiccupped.

Professor Vayne slowly lowered her wand. "Unusual magic fluctuations have been reported across the castle this week. I ask that you stay alert and report anything strange. Especially anything that disrupts spellwork or affects magical objects."

A few students whispered nervously. One boy in the back muttered, "Last night my cauldron started singing."

"I assure you," Vayne said, "these are not pranks or simple malfunctions."

Her eyes locked briefly on Harris. Only for a second.

But it was enough.

She knew something.

Summer met his gaze from across the room.

Alex glanced between them and muttered under his breath, "We're so doomed."

The rest of the class passed with unease. Vayne resumed her lecture, but the atmosphere had changed, quieter, more careful.

When the bell rang, Harris stayed behind to pack slowly.

Professor Vayne walked past him and spoke just loud enough for only him to hear.

"There are older things in this castle, Mr. Wells. You might want to stop waking them up."

Then she was gone.

Later that evening, Harris met Summer and Alex in their usual nook near the library. He told them everything.

About the torches.

About the chalk.

About Vayne's words.

"I think she suspects something," he said. "Maybe not what we did exactly… but she knows something is wrong."

"Yeah," Alex muttered. "Something's wrong with everything. The portraits in the Hufflepuff hallway started blinking backwards."

Summer leaned forward. "This can't all be coincidence. Magic doesn't just… go sideways."

Harris pulled the Codex from his satchel. The second page was still warm. The diagrams, the runes, all faintly glowing, like the page was watching them.

"I think the shadow we released is bleeding into the rest of the castle," Harris said quietly. "A little more every day."

They all fell silent.

Outside, the sky began to darken. Thunder rumbled somewhere distant.

Alex looked up slowly. "Do you think… it's trying to break free completely?"

Harris didn't answer.

Because he already knew.

It was.

And if they didn't find a way to stop it soon, the Codex wouldn't be the only thing whispering in the dark.