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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"Good to hear you care, Love"
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ELSA POV
"I didn't mean to blow her up," Harry said, a touch too quickly. "I just... I lost control."
Ron and I couldn't help but chuckle, while Anna and Hermione clearly didn't find it as funny.
"Honestly, Ron. Elsa. It's not funny," Hermione scolded, crossing her arms like the prefect she'd eventually become. "Harry was lucky not to be expelled!"
"I think I was lucky not to be arrested, actually," Harry muttered.
"I still think it was kind of brilliant," I smirked.
Anna, ever the voice of reason, changed the subject. "Who do you think he is?"
"Professor R. J. Lupin," Hermione answered promptly.
Ron blinked. "How does she always know?"
Hermione merely pointed at the luggage. "It's written right there on his suitcase, Ron."
"Is he really asleep?" Harry whispered.
"Seems to be. Why?" I asked.
Harry leaned in slightly. "I've got to tell you something."
He recounted everything. The escape. Sirius Black. Azkaban. The possibility—no, the terrifying certainty—that Black was after him.
"Let me get this straight," Ron said, wide-eyed. "Sirius Black escaped Azkaban just to come after you?"
"Yeah," Harry said, dead serious.
"But... they'll catch him, right?" I asked softly, my heart clenching at the thought.
Harry gave me a quick glance, surprised maybe at my concern. "Good to hear you care, Love," he teased.
"This is not the time for nicknames," I said, cheeks flushing.
"Except no one's ever broken out of Azkaban before," Ron muttered darkly. "And he is a murderous lunatic..."
"Thanks, Ron," Harry said dryly.
Suddenly, the train gave a violent jolt and lurched to a stop. I instinctively grabbed Harry's hand to steady myself—but he pulled me closer, his arm sliding protectively around my waist.
"Maybe we've broken down?" Harry guessed, frowning.
Then the lights flickered... and died.
The air grew colder by the second. I found myself inching into Harry's warmth.
Then it hit me. A wave of despair. Like I had never been happy in my entire life.
And then... a figure. Cloaked. Floating. Death in motion.
