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

The night after Dumbledore's surprise meet, Harris couldn't sleep.

Even with the fire dying low and the Codex locked in his satchel, something pulsed beneath the surface of his mind, a quiet, rhythmic ache behind his eyes. He tossed, turned, and finally drifted into uneasy sleep.

And that's when the dream began.

No, not a dream. A memory.

But not his own.

He stood in a different Hogwarts. Older. Wilder.

The stones of the corridors were rougher, the torches lit with blue-green flame. Ivy crept along the walls even inside the castle. Magic shimmered in the very air like mist.

A boy stood before him, tall, pale, with wild dark hair and eyes like silver fire. Not Harris, but somehow… connected. He wore dark blue robes stitched with runes. The Codex, Harris's Codex was open in his hands.

"It always begins like this," the boy muttered. "A door. A whisper. A truth."

Harris tried to move, to speak, but he had no body here, just a floating awareness.

Another figure stepped out of the shadows.

A girl, older than the boy. She had eyes of molten gold and skin like marble. Not a human, not even a witch.

Something else.

"Have you come to awaken the sealed one?" she asked the boy.

The boy nodded. "I must. The Codex calls to me."

"You will not survive," she said flatly.

"Then I'll be the first," the boy said. "Or the last."

And with that, he stepped into a circle of runes.

Just like the one Harris had found.

The memory shattered.

Harris awoke with a gasp, drenched in sweat.

His fingers trembled as he reached for the Codex. It was glowing faintly. The second page now bore a new line at the bottom in jagged black script:

"Not the first. Not the last. Only the next."

At breakfast, he barely spoke. Even Summer and Alex noticed.

"You look like you didn't sleep at all," Summer said gently.

"I didn't," Harris admitted.

He told them about the dream, not all of it, but the key parts: the older Hogwarts, the silver-eyed boy, the creature's connection to the Codex.

Alex frowned. "You're saying the book showed you someone from the past?"

"Or a warning," Harris muttered. "Or both."

Summer reached into her robe and unfolded a scrap of parchment. "While you were sleeping, I checked the library's restricted references. Professor Vayne gave me temporary access."

She pushed the parchment to Harris.

It was a sketch, rough, faded, of the same creature they'd released.

"Nemorath, the Bound Hunger."

"A pre-foundation entity sealed beneath Hogwarts. Fed on magic. Drawn to secrets. Repelled only by…"

The last word had been burned off.

Alex cursed under his breath. "Of course it's gone."

Harris looked down at the Codex. "We need more answers."

Summer nodded. "Then we start digging."

But before they could stand, the floor beneath the Great Hall gave a soft shudder.

The goblets trembled. The candles overhead flickered blue.

And for just a second, every magical object on every student's person, wands, charms, potions, pulsed with light.

Every student turned to look at the staff table.

Dumbledore had risen to his feet.

So had Professor Elara Vayne.

And it was no longer safe.