Prompt: Write a short story about a man who discovers a magical portal

It was early evening and the sun was just setting behind the mountains when Harry stepped out of the car and into the fresh air. He took a deep breath and felt the crispness of the snow on his skin. It was a new day, he thought, and a new chance.

He looked around, taking in the beauty of the landscape, and then he saw it – a small, unmarked door in the side of a hill. It looked like any other door, but there was something about it that drew him in.

He walked up to it and tried the knob. It was unlocked. He opened it and stepped inside, finding himself in a strange, majestic place. The ceiling was high and the walls were thick, seeming to go on forever.

There was a soft light coming from somewhere and Harry could see strange symbols etched into the walls. He walked forward, exploring the place, until he came to a large, circular door. He walked up to it and tried to open it, but it was locked.

He stood there for a moment, trying to figure out what to do next, when he heard a voice from behind him.

“Welcome, my child.”