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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"I take care of you almost everyday"
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ELSA POV
Finally in Defense Against the Dark Arts, we were waiting for that fraud of a teacher. Like really, how can he possibly have done all those things? He doesn't look brave from his face.
I looked around again and saw how self-obsessed this guy is. His photos were hanging on the walls all over the classroom. My eyes fell on Hermione-she was staring dreamily at the paintings, just like all the other girls.
Suddenly, the door opened and in came the fraud himself.
"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher-me, Gilderoy Lockhart. Order of Merlin, Third Class, honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award. But I don't talk about that-" blabbered Lockhart.
"You just did," I muttered, but he heard me.
"What was that, Miss Scamander?" asked the fraud.
"I said you just did," I replied clearly so everyone could hear.
"Well, yes," Lockhart smiled, "but I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by just smiling at her." He turned to the class again. "Now be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to the wizarding world. You may find yourself facing your biggest fears in this classroom. Know only that no harm can befall you while I am here. All I ask is that you remain calm."
"If you are here, then we will of course be harmed," I muttered again, but this time he didn't hear. He moved toward the shaking cage in the middle of the room.
"I must ask you not to scream. It might provoke them," Lockhart said as he took the blanket off the cage. We saw... pixies.
"Cornish Pixies?" Seamus asked, laughing.
"Freshly caught Cornish Pixies," Lockhart declared proudly. When Seamus snorted at that, he said again "Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnigan, but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters."
"Then I can take care of them," Harry, who was sitting next to me, said confidently.
"How?" I asked.
"I take care of you almost every day," he said with a smirk.
"You little-" I said, smacking him repeatedly on the head.
"Let's see if you can handle one of them!" Lockhart said, and opened the cage.
Pixies burst out in a flurry of chaos. We started swatting at them with our books. Suddenly, Neville started flying. We turned to see two pixies levitating him by his ears and hanging him from the chandelier.
"Get off me!" I said as some pixies started tugging at my hair and robes.
"Hold on," Harry said, hitting them away with a book. He stepped in front of me and shielded me.
