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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"The Basilisk won't harm you. You are mine, after all. My queen."
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ELSA POV
"You're the Heir of Slytherin," Harry declared, his voice steady.
"You're Voldemort," I said coldly, as Tom turned to face us, that sinister calm never leaving his face.
"Surely you don't expect me to keep the filthy name of my Muggle father?" Tom said. "No, I created a new name. One that would one day make the world tremble—when I become the greatest sorcerer who ever lived."
"Albus Dumbledore is the greatest sorcerer in the world!" Harry shouted.
Tom chuckled darkly. "Dumbledore was driven out… by a mere memory of me."
A soft chirp broke the tension.
"Fawkes?" Harry and I whispered in unison.
The phoenix soared down and dropped the Sorting Hat at Harry’s feet.
"A bird and a dusty old hat?" Tom sneered. "This is what Dumbledore sends his champion?"
He turned to the towering statue of Slytherin and hissed in Parseltongue.
The stone mouth of the statue slowly yawned open. From the shadows emerged something vast… ancient… and deadly.
The Basilisk.
"Let’s match the power of Lord Voldemort… against the famous Harry Potter," Tom said.
I stepped back instinctively, the creature’s presence pressing cold dread into my bones. I shut my eyes tight—but felt someone moving behind me, water splashing.
Parseltongue again, from Harry.
"It listens only to me," Tom said smugly. "You cannot tame what’s already mine."
Then I felt hands—gentle—covering my eyes, guiding my fear.
"Now for the Queen," Tom whispered.
When I dared open my eyes, Tom Riddle was kneeling in front of me.
"Don’t be afraid," he said softly. "The Basilisk won't harm you. You are mine, after all. My queen."
"I am no queen of yours," I spat.
"You are," he insisted, smirking with poison-dipped charm.
"No, I’m not." I raised my hand—and struck him with a blast of ice, hurling him back.
Behind me, Harry had led the blinded Basilisk into a tunnel. Just then, a sickening crack echoed behind me.
Tom broke free of the ice. His grin was wide, delighted.
