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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"Thank hermione ,anna and my 'sweetheart'"
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ELSA POV
I landed hard-but not on stone. The floor felt strange, soft and living, like damp moss or coiled rope. Before I could even gather myself, Harry tumbled down right on top of me.
He smirked, lingering for a heartbeat longer than necessary, his breath brushing my cheek.
"Harry," I warned, half-laughing, half-annoyed, and shoved him off. The moment broke as Ron, Hermione, and Anna fell in a tangle beside us.
Then I felt it.
The vines.
Dark tendrils slithered up my arms like serpents in the dark.
"Devil's Snare," I murmured, my voice catching. "Everyone-stay calm."
"You have to relax," Anna added, her voice calm but urgent. "It only tightens when you panic."
"Ron, Harry, stop moving!" Hermione cried.
But it was too late. The more they struggled, the tighter it coiled.
I closed my eyes, breathed deeply, and let go.
And then-I dropped.
"ELSA!" Harry and Ron yelled.
I landed on the cold ground below with a grunt.
"I'm alright!" I called just as Hermione landed beside me, followed by Anna.
"What do we do?" Hermione asked, standing quickly.
Anna and I exchanged a look, raised our wands in unison.
"Lumos Solem!"
A brilliant, golden light erupted from our wands. Above, the Devil's Snare hissed and recoiled in pain. Harry and Ron fell through the vines with a thud.
"Thank Merlin you two know Herbology," Ron said, dusting himself off.
"Thank Hermione, Anna, and my 'sweetheart'," Harry grinned, nudging me. I gave him a mock scowl and smacked his arm.
A strange fluttering sound echoed down the corridor.
"What is that?" Hermione asked, brow furrowed.
"Wings," Anna whispered.
We walked into the next chamber, where the air shimmered with motion.
Keys. Hundreds of them.
"They're enchanted," Hermione said, eyes wide. "They must be guarding the door."
"One of them's the key," I said, scanning the swirling chaos.
Harry pointed. "That one-look. Broken wing, old and rusted."
