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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“Hope the Scamander girl dumps him. Don’t want that git as my brother-in-law.”
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ELSA POV
We had successfully snuck into the Slytherin common room, thanks to the Polyjuice Potion. Hermione had insisted we go without her—she’d accidentally used cat hair instead of Millicent Bulstrode’s and locked herself in a stall, horrified.
Now, here we were, disguised: Harry as Goyle, Ron as Crabbe, Anna as Pansy Parkinson, and me as Astoria Greengrass.
Malfoy lounged on one of the emerald couches, clearly enjoying the attention. “Sit down, all of you,” he ordered, and Anna/Pansy practically floated to sit beside him.
I sat on the opposite end of the couch, putting distance between us. Anna looked a little too comfortable, her arm brushing against his. I raised an eyebrow. She was supposed to be acting—but the blush on her cheeks wasn’t fake.
Malfoy sneered. “You’d never guess the Weasleys are pure-bloods. The way they act, it’s disgraceful.”
Ron/Crabbe clenched his fists.
“What’s wrong with you, Crabbe?” Malfoy asked suspiciously.
“Stomach ache,” Ron grunted.
“You know,” Malfoy continued, “I’m surprised the Daily Prophet isn’t covering these attacks. But then, Dumbledore’s always been good at hiding his failures. Father says he’s the worst thing that’s happened to Hogwarts.”
“You’re wrong,” Harry/Goyle said too quickly.
I resisted the urge to facepalm.
THIS DUMB HUMAN-
“Oh? Then who’s worse than Dumbledore?” Malfoy asked, rising with narrowed eyes.
“Harry Potter,” Harry said, clearly panicking.
“And Elsa Scamander,” I added, wanting to steer suspicion away from Harry. Astoria hated me anyway—it fit.
But Malfoy scoffed. “No one insults the elder Scamander. She’s Anna’s sister. And I don’t let anyone talk bad about my Anna.”
My jaw twitched. My Anna?
Anna/Pansy giggled—giggled—and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Dracy-poo, you’re so loyal.”
“No words, Pansy,” Malfoy said firmly, but the smirk on Anna’s face was unmistakable. I’d be interrogating her later.
Then Malfoy added, “Anyway, good one, Goyle.”
His face twisted. “Saint Potter,” he said with a scowl. “Hope the Scamander girl dumps him. Don’t want that git as my brother-in-law.”
I glanced at Harry—he was already looking at me with a smug little smirk.
