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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"Sorry professor but for your kind information we students study here"
☆☆☆☆☆☆
ELSA POV
Harry clutched his scar, his breath catching in his throat. "My scar... it keeps burning."
I looked down at my trembling hands, my fingers pale and stiff with sudden cold. "And my hands freeze even when I'm not using magic," I said quietly, rubbing them together in vain.
"Perhaps you should see Madam Pomfrey," Ron offered with concern.
I shook my head. "No. This isn't something she can heal. It feels... like a warning."
Harry met my gaze, something unspoken blooming in the silence between us. We both remembered last night-
He stepped forward. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
I nodded once. "Exactly."
And we ran.
Snow crunched beneath our hurried steps as we crossed the lawn, the castle behind us glowing in moonlight.
"Don't you think it's strange?" Harry said between breaths. "That what Hagrid wants more than anything in the world is a dragon, and then a stranger just happens to offer him one?"
"How many people casually carry dragon eggs around in their pockets? I should've seen it last night," I said, my heart pounding.
Harry's eyes darkened. "Why didn't I realize sooner?"
We reached Hagrid's hut. The gentle sound of flute music filled the air, the half-giant sitting outside, playing for no one but himself and the stars.
"Hagrid," Anna said, "we need to ask you something."
He lowered the flute. "Oh-'ello there. Bit late, isn't it?"
"Hagrid, who gave you the dragon egg?" I asked.
"What did he look like?" Harry pressed.
Hagrid scratched his beard. "I dunno... never saw 'is face. He kept his hood up."
Ron leaned forward. "But you talked, right?"
"Well, sure. He asked what kind o' creatures I looked after. Told him after Fluffy, a dragon's no trouble."
Hermione's eyes widened. "And did he seem interested in Fluffy?"
"Course he was. I mean-who wouldn't be? But I told him the trick with any beast is knowin' how to calm it. Said, play Fluffy a bit o' music and he'll doze right off."
The air shifted. We all stared at each other. Hagrid's words echoed like the chime of a warning bell.
He blinked. "I shouldn'ta said that... shouldn'ta said that."
