Harry Potter : Cael Vale’s journey to Hogwarts

One night, as Cael was coming back from Hagrid's hut after patrolling the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid, he made his way towards the castle. The night was quiet, the ground damp beneath his boots as he climbed a small hill to reach the castle grounds.

That's when he saw them.

Two people stood ahead, waiting. Even though it was dark and hard to tell who they were, Cael could feel their eyes on him. He knew they were standing there for him.

As he got closer, their faces became clear under the moonlight. A familiar smirk tugged at Cael's lips as he recognised them.

"Oh, fancy seeing you here, Fischer Frey," Cael said casually. "What are you doing here? Are you out on a date with your lover?"

The boy standing beside Fischer immediately snapped, his voice sharp. "I'm his brother, you moron."

Cael grinned, unfazed. "Oh, my bad. Don't worry, I never thought Fischer was capable of scoring a handsome boy like you, so chillax."

The boy—Colby Frey—was trembling with fury, but didn't say anything. Fischer, on the other hand, was smiling, which was unsettling, especially for someone like him who usually gets angry quickly.

"So, what is it again, Fischer?" Cael asked, folding his arms.

Fischer replied with that same unsettling smile, "Oh, I was bored, so I thought, why not go and talk to my most favourite person in Hogwarts?"

Cael wiped fake tears from his eyes dramatically. "Really? Wow, you made me emotional. I finally have an admirer. But sorry, I don't have a quill or parchment with me to sign an autograph for you."

Fischer's eyes darkened. "You know, you really are arrogant and ignorant. But it's not your fault. After all, you are just a little Mudblood with magic you don't deserve."

Cael raised his eyebrows, his voice calm but cutting. "Since when do people have the right to tell others what they deserve or don't deserve? But it's okay. I know you lot are scared of us. Scared because we're more talented, more hardworking wizards and witches. We appreciate magic because we didn't always know it existed. We're the ones bringing improvement to magical knowledge and wisdom, and that unsettles you people."

He took a step forward, voice steady. "You cling to the power and glory of your ancestors, bragging about it to others, while you contribute nothing to the magical world. Except egos so big they reach the sky, and wealth that comes from extorting Muggles or ordinary witches and wizards."

As Cael finished, Fischer slowly started clapping, that twisted smile still on his face.

"Oh, what a grand speech. You nearly moved me," Fischer said mockingly. He stepped closer, voice cold. "But that's why you're a Mudblood. You know nothing about the ancient families. You see, to us, the life of a Muggle is like a little ant. We can do whatever we want with them. Squash them under our feet, or play with them. That is power. The kind of power your kind will never have."

Fischer's eyes gleamed with cruelty as he continued, his voice low.

"Let me tell you something so you understand the value of a Muggle compared to us pureblood wizards. When I first got my wand, my father took me and my brother to a Muggle family who lived near our manor. We went inside their house—the family was having dinner, laughing, eating… such a wonderful little family." He paused, smiling darkly. "You know what we did?"

Cael's expression darkened. He already knew the answer.

Fischer's voice became colder. "Yes, you guessed it right. My father taught me my first spell there—the Cruciatus Curse. Told me to practice it on the mother. But my brother here," Fischer motioned towards Colby, "was shaking, too scared to do it. Started crying. Father tried to force him, but that coward couldn't even hold his wand properly. So, Father made him watch."

Cael noticed Colby's hands shaking, his face pale, but he stayed silent.

Fischer carried on, his voice dripping with cruelty. "As I started using the Cruciatus Curse on the mother, who was frozen by Father's spell, her eyes rolled back from the pain. She couldn't scream or run. I kept going, didn't want to disappoint Father. And as I did, I started to like it."

He grinned wider, eyes cold as stone. "When the woman passed out, I noticed her daughter under the table. Poor thing was crying, shaking like a wet dog in winter. She was what… five? Six years old? So I used the curse on her too. She started screaming… oh boy, I loved every sound that came from her mouth it was the most perfect symphony I've ever heard at the time ."

Cael's hands clenched into fists, his jaw tightening with disgust.

Fischer wasn't done. "Her body went limp, so I changed my target to their son. The fear in his eyes… full of tears… as I—"

"That's enough, brother," Colby interrupted sharply, voice shaking.

Fischer turned to him, amused. "Oh dear brother, did that make you uncomfortable? Still as weak as ever, brother."

Cael's eyes were burning with hatred as he stared at them both. His voice was low and filled with disgust. "You're filth. You're not a wizard—you're a parasite."

Fischer didn't even flinch. He leaned in, the amusement never leaving his eyes. "That's real power, Cael. The kind your lot will never understand. We've been doing this for generations—practicing on Muggles, using Mudblood women at our parties for… entertainment. Afterwards? Obliviate their memories, or just dispose of them.

Fischer's eyes narrowed, voice growing more serious. "You might be wondering why I'm telling you this. It's simple. To remind you… your kind means nothing to us. Nothing compared to the power we hold."

Cael's patience snapped.

In one sharp movement, his wand was in his hand, pointed straight at Fischer. His eyes burned with fury, his magic humming with anger.

He was very, very angry.