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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"You're alive, thank Merlin,"
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ELSA POV
We did our beds ready to sleep. We were in the Great Hall. Every house was here. At least until Sirius Black was caught.
The tables in the Great Hall had been transfigured into sleeping bags, laid out in neat rows across the floor.
I lay between Anna and Harry, trying to relax after the tension of the evening.
The lights dimmed, and the teachers instructed everyone to settle down for the night.
I closed my eyes, adjusting into the blanket—until I felt a hand gently settle on my waist. I cracked one eye open and found Harry grinning mischievously beside me.
"What are you doing?" I whispered.
"Nothing. Just keeping you close," Harry whispered back with a slight shrug.
I glanced around. Most professors had exited for their night patrols, leaving Filch to guard the entrance. He disappeared toward the door, no doubt planning to hover there all night.
On my other side, Anna was fast asleep—mouth open, a soft snore escaping her.
I looked back at Harry and playfully shifted toward him, raising an eyebrow.
"You better behave, Potter," I whispered.
"Or what?" he asked, eyes twinkling.
Without warning, I shifted so I was straddling his sleeping bag, gently pinning his wrists.
"Or I might teach you a lesson myself," I smirked.
Harry chuckled lowly, not even flinching. "As much as I admire your courage," he murmured, and then, in one swift motion, flipped us over. Now I was on my back, and he was hovering just above me, still within the bounds of our sleeping bags.
"I prefer being the one in control," he said, his voice teasing.
"Oh really?" I asked, both of us whispering as softly as we could.
Then I stilled, catching the look in his eye and the warm weight of his body barely pressing on mine.
Suddenly I felt something tense near my leg, and my eyes widened.
"Is that...?" I trailed off.
Harry's face flushed just slightly, but he didn't look away. "That's what happens when you mess with me, baby," he whispered, half teasing, half genuine.
My heart thudded against my chest, but before I could respond, footsteps echoed.
We quickly rolled back into our own sleeping bags, faces turned away, trying to look asleep.
