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

Sunlight poured through the tall windows of the Great Hall, warmer and gentler than usual, as though Hogwarts itself knew the students needed a break.

The trio, Harris, Summer, and Alex sat together on a bench near the edge of the lake, having smuggled some warm bread rolls, pumpkin pasties, and honeyed tea from breakfast.

"I can't believe we almost died last week," Alex said with a mouthful of bread, wiping crumbs off his chin.

"You say that every week now," Summer replied, sipping her tea daintily. "I'm beginning to think it's just part of your morning routine."

Harris chuckled but didn't say much. He sat cross-legged, letting the sunlight warm his skin as he watched ripples dance across the water. For once, his mind wasn't racing with puzzles or riddles or warnings. Just peace.

"Well," Alex continued, tossing a pebble into the lake. "Whatever that thing was… it hasn't come back."

"Not yet," Summer added, her smile fading for a moment. "But we know it's still there. Waiting."

Silence settled between them. Not uncomfortable, just thoughtful.

Then Harris, almost as if to break the tension, reached into his bag and pulled out a book, not the Codex, but one of the thick, dusty volumes he'd borrowed from the restricted section under the guise of a special research permit from Professor Vayne…( Haha perks of getting special care from professor, even if it is because of some trouble that was brought by me ).

"Anyone want to read about magical creatures with names that sound like stomach problems?" he asked.

"Only if you do the voices," Alex grinned.

Harris flipped the book open and cleared his throat dramatically. "'Chapter Seven: The Wandering Snogworm of West Yorkshire. Most often mistaken for a rolled-up sock, the Snogworm is known to slither into warm laundry baskets and insult people in Latin.'"

Summer snorted her tea.

By the time the sun reached its peak, the trio had laughed more than they had in weeks. They wandered around the grounds, visited Hagrid (who fed them oversized treacle rock and said they looked like "proper troublemakers now"), and even tried sneaking into the empty Quidditch pitch.

Alex dared Harris to race him on borrowed school brooms, Harris won by sheer nerve, though Summer insisted he cheated by leaning into the wind too dramatically.

It was the kind of day that felt normal.

The kind of day they all needed.

Later, as the sky turned pink and gold and the shadows of the castle stretched across the lawn, they found themselves in the library, not to explore, not to chase mystery, but to study together. Quietly. Softly.

Summer leaned over her notes and murmured, "Do you think we'll ever have a year at Hogwarts that doesn't involve some ancient horror waking up?"

Harris smiled faintly, flipping a page in his Charms book. "Probably not."

"I hope not," Alex added. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I miss sleeping. But if it weren't for all this madness, I don't think we'd have become friends."

Summer nodded, eyes warm. "Yeah. I guess… sometimes monsters bring people together."

They stayed there until curfew, books spread across the table, laughter tucked between scribbled notes and yawns.

For a moment, Hogwarts felt like home.