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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"Yeah, she is mine. Any problem with that?"
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ELSA POV
"Welcome, children," said Professor Trelawney in a mystic whisper as we entered the heavily perfumed, dimly lit Divination classroom.
"In this room, you shall explore the noble art of Divination. You shall learn if you possess... the Sight." She stood up dramatically, only to bump into the table. Neville jumped.
Trelawney moved from table to table like a fortune-telling ghost, pausing to squint theatrically into teacups. She arrived at our table—Harry and I were seated together while Ron was across the room with Hermione, who had somehow materialized out of nowhere like she always does.
"You have... the Grim," Trelawney gasped, her eyes going wide as she dramatically smashed Harry's cup to the ground. Harry stared down at the shards like they might explain something.
"Show me yours, dear," she said, turning to me. I reluctantly passed over my cup.
She peered into it, then immediately dropped it as well. "Oh my heavens!"
"There's a lot happening in your future, my dear. Suffering. Fear. Darkness." Her eyes locked on mine, but then she swirled off to the next table before I could say a word.
"Bullshit," I muttered.
"No cursing in front of me, angel," Harry teased, nudging me with a grin.
"And what are you going to do about it, huh?" I shot back with a raised brow.
"You wouldn't want to find out," he said with a smirk.
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't fight the smile tugging at my lips.
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Right now, Anna and I were at Care of Magical Creatures.
"And how do we open them?" Malfoy asked with disdain, eyeing the creature in front of him like it was beneath him.
"Stroke their spine," Hagrid replied, excited and proud.
"I think they're funny," Hermione said, already sketching one in her notebook.
"Extremely funny, really witty. Wait till my father hears that this oaf is teaching classes," Malfoy sneered.
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry snapped, stepping forward.
He looked incredibly hot doing that.
I might need to summon ice. Wait—I am ice.
Draco moved closer like he was trying to scare Harry. Pathetic.
"Don't you dare, Malfoy," I warned, stepping between them.
