In the candle-lit halls of Hogwarts, where magic stirs with every whisper, Harry Potter begins his first year - unaware that fate has woven another soul into his journey.
Elsa Scamander, silent as snowfall and powerful as a storm, arrives cloaked in...
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"That's what is under the trap door"
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"I had you all looking in the wrong section. How could I be so stupid?!" Hermione slammed a thick volume onto the library table, her cheeks flushed with frustration.
Winter break had ended, and the castle had returned to its usual, buzzing rhythm. We sat together in the quiet alcove of the library, sunlight slicing through the stained-glass windows. Hermione had finally returned, determined to correct her earlier mistake.
"I checked this out weeks ago... for a bit of light reading," she explained.
Anna raised an eyebrow. "This is light?"
Hermione ignored her and flipped open the book. "Nicholas Flamel is the only known maker of the Sorcerer's Stone."
"The what?" we echoed.
"Honestly," Hermione huffed. "Don't you all read? The Sorcerer's Stone is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. It can transform any metal into pure gold and produces the Elixir of Life... granting the drinker immortality."
"Immortality," Ron echoed. "Right. That's not suspicious at all."
I glanced at Harry. "That's what the three-headed dog is guarding."
"Under the trapdoor," Harry murmured. Our voices overlapped softly.
"The Sorcerer's Stone," we said together.
Ron shuddered. "Creepy. Almost as creepy as spiders."
"You still have nightmares?" I teased gently.
"They have too many legs," he muttered.
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ELSA POV
Later that night, under a sky spun with stars, we slipped from the castle to visit Hagrid.
When he answered the door, wearing soot-smudged oven mitts, his eyes blinked in mild surprise.
"Oh, it's you lot," he mumbled. "Not exactly the best time, yeh know."
"We know about the Stone, Hagrid," Harry said quietly.
That made him pause. He let us in.
Inside, Fang padded toward me, nudging his heavy head against my leg. I conjured delicate snowflakes above him, and he panted happily, chasing them like a pup.
"Snape's after it," Ron said bluntly.
Hagrid frowned. "Snape's one of the professors protecting the Stone. He'd never-"
"He was jinxing Harry's broom," Hermione interrupted.
"And Quirrell was there too," I added. "What if it wasn't Snape?"
