Book 1: Harry Potter and the Saiyan's Secret

The days following the near-miss with Filch were tense. Harry couldn't stop thinking about the strange glowing light he'd seen in the empty classroom. What was it? Why had it felt so… familiar? Whatever it was, it had stirred something deep inside him, a power that felt ancient and untamed.

Even as classes resumed and life at Hogwarts marched on, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that he was being drawn into something larger.

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A Visit to the Restricted Section

Late one evening, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the common room, the fire crackling in the hearth. Most of the other Gryffindors had gone to bed, leaving the three of them alone.

"I've been thinking about what happened in the trophy room," Harry said quietly.

"Of course you have," Ron muttered, fiddling with a Chocolate Frog card.

"Ron!" Hermione hissed. She turned to Harry, her expression serious. "Go on."

"That light… it wasn't normal magic. It felt alive. Like it was connected to something, or someone."

Hermione frowned. "I've been reading about ancient magical artifacts—things that hold power beyond normal spells. It could be something like that."

"Do you think the library might have something about it?" Harry asked.

Hermione's eyes lit up. "The Restricted Section might."

Ron groaned. "Of course it's in the Restricted Section. Why can't anything ever be easy?"

That night, with the Invisibility Cloak borrowed from Harry's trunk, the trio crept through the castle. The library was dark and eerily quiet, the rows of shelves casting long shadows.

"Over here," Hermione whispered, pointing to the iron gate that barred the Restricted Section.

Harry slipped the cloak off just enough to grip the gate and push it open. The three of them hurried inside, their wands casting faint beams of light.

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Secrets on the Page

Hermione scanned the shelves quickly, her fingers brushing over the dusty spines of ancient tomes. Finally, she pulled a large, leather-bound book from the shelf. Its title, Ancient Mysteries and Magical Relics, was barely legible.

"This might be it," she said, opening the book.

The pages were filled with detailed drawings and cryptic descriptions of magical objects. Harry leaned in, his eyes narrowing as he spotted something familiar—a glowing orb, much like the light he had seen in the trophy room.

"It's called a Nexis Core," Hermione read aloud. "A fragment of raw magical energy, said to be a remnant of the world's creation. It's extremely rare and dangerous. Legends say it can amplify a wizard's power beyond their natural limits."

Harry felt a chill run down his spine. "Could that be what I saw?"

"It might be," Hermione said. "But if it is, it shouldn't be here. Cores like this are supposed to be hidden or destroyed because of the chaos they can cause."

Ron whistled softly. "Trust you to stumble across something dangerous, Harry."

"Who would hide something like that in Hogwarts?" Harry wondered aloud.

Hermione closed the book carefully. "That's the real question, isn't it?"

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A Midnight Encounter

As they returned to Gryffindor Tower, the trio moved silently under the Invisibility Cloak. The castle was still and silent, the only sounds their soft footsteps against the stone floor.

But as they neared the staircase leading to their common room, Harry froze. He could feel it again—that same strange pull in his chest.

"What's wrong?" Ron whispered.

Harry didn't answer. He stepped out from under the cloak, his wand at the ready. His scar prickled faintly, though not painfully, and the air seemed charged with energy.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione hissed.

"I… I don't know," Harry admitted.

He followed the feeling down a corridor, his heart pounding. The walls seemed to hum faintly as if resonating with his movements.

At the end of the hall, Harry pushed open a door he hadn't noticed before. Inside was a large, empty room with a single object in the center: a tall, ornate mirror.

"What's that?" Ron asked, stepping in behind him.

Hermione's eyes widened. "I've read about this… I think it's the Mirror of Erised."

"The Mirror of what?" Ron asked, frowning.

"Erised," Hermione said. "It shows your deepest desire."

Harry stepped closer, his reflection staring back at him. But it wasn't just him. Standing behind him in the mirror were his parents, James and Lily Potter, their faces warm and proud.

"Mom… Dad…" Harry whispered, his voice breaking.

"Harry," Hermione said gently, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's just a reflection. It's not real."

But Harry couldn't tear his eyes away. His mother's eyes—his eyes—shone with love, and his father's hand rested on his shoulder as if he were truly there.

Ron stepped forward, looking into the mirror. "Hey, I look… older. And I'm holding the Quidditch Cup!"

Hermione pulled him back. "We can't stay here. It's dangerous. Dumbledore said the mirror is enchanted—it doesn't just show desires; it can drive people mad."

Reluctantly, Harry let Hermione and Ron lead him away, though the image of his parents stayed burned in his mind.

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The Mystery Deepens

Back in the common room, the trio sat in silence. The fire crackled softly, but none of them spoke for a long time.

"What do you think it means?" Harry finally asked.

"The mirror?" Hermione said. "It means you miss them. And that's normal, Harry. But we have to focus on what's happening now."

Harry nodded, though his thoughts lingered on the mirror and the glowing light. What was Hogwarts hiding?

Whatever it was, Harry knew one thing for certain: the secrets of this castle were only just beginning to reveal themselves.