Elsa Rogers is the daughter of Steve Rogers who is a super soldier and Kimberly Rogers who is a half Asgardian demigod. After inheriting powers from both her parents, she just wants to live a normal life. Well, as normal as life can be with Captain...
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When I came too, I was lying in a bed in the hospital wing with Ron in a bed across from me and Harry in the bed next to me. I had no idea how long I was out for but judging by the lack of light coming in through the window, it hadn't been long.
Ignoring the pain from the headache I had, I pushed myself up in the bed to get a better look at Harry and Ron to see if they were okay. But as soon as I tried to sit up, I felt a gentle hand push me back down.
"Is this going to become a regular thing for us. You trying to in a hospital bed, trying to get out and me having to stop you," Cedric laughed as I looked over at him.
"Yeah, I pretty sure it is," I told him.
"Well, can we stop it before the traditions continues even more?" he asked me.
"No, not yet. I have some unfinished business with a certain rat," I said, as Cedric finally let me sit up.
"You and me both," Harry said from the bed next to me.
"At least you to weren't sleeping with him," Ron said in disgust.
"I feel like I have missed something," Cedric said sounding confused as he looked over at Ron.
"You might have missed a thing or two," I told Cedric as I grabbed hold of his hand.
"Elsa, can you please tell Hermione that it was my dad that saved us from the dementors," Harry pleaded with me.
"I'm sorry, Harry. The last thing I saw was a deer running across the lake," I told him, feeling sorry for the boy.
"Yes! It was my Dad's Patronus! He saved us Elsa and Sirius!" Harry said in an excited voice.
"Wait, are you talking about Sirius Black the mass murderer?" Cedric asked sounding more confused than ever.
"You really may have missed a few things," I told Cedric again as I squeezed his hands. "Where is Sirius? Is he okay?"
"They got him, Elsa. They're going to give him over to the dementors," Hermione told me.
"Over my dead body!" I shouted as I jumped out of the bed. "I may not have been able to get to Bucky and bring him home but that I'm not going to let that happen with Sirius!"
"I can't believe that they are going to perform the kiss on him," Hermione said in a teary voice.
"You mean, they're going to kill Sirius?" Harry asked with fear in his voice.
"No. It's worse. Much worse. You go on living. But you have no memory. No sense of self. You're just a shell. An empty shell," Hermione told him as Dumbledore walked into the Hospital wing.
"Headmaster! You've got to stop them! They've got the wrong man!" Hermione pleaded with him as I pulled my shoes on. With or without Dumbledore's help, I was going to get Sirius away from the dementors and no one was going to stop me.
