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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"No one else gets to carry you like that."
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ELSA POV
Summer had the strange habit of passing in flickers—like golden dust in sunlight, fleeting and warm. I was still at Grimmauld Place when the news arrived like a slap across the face: Peter Pettigrew had escaped.
Sirius raged, pacing the floor like a storm bottled in a man. "The rat. He's done it again. Probably slipped away in his Animagus form... just like I did." The irony of it twisted in all our stomachs.
Harry was there too. Taller now. Leaner. His hair had grown out a bit—windswept and perfect. There was something different about him. An edge. And if I was being honest, he looked... unfairly attractive.
When I first arrived, He attacked me with kisses. Right there in the drawing room. In front of Olaf, Ha-Rin, Ro-Woon, and Sirius.
Naturally, Sirius went full Marauder mode. "Didn't waste time, did you, Harry?" he grinned. "Got your dream girl, just like James would've." He earned a sharp elbow from Ha-Rin for that, but we all laughed anyway.
That evening, it was time to head to the Burrow for the Quidditch World Cup. We were using Floo Powder—always an adventure.
"You ready?" Sirius asked, grinning like a madman.
"Ready," I replied, stepping into the hearth.
"One... Two... Three!"
"The Burrow!" I called.
I stumbled out at the other end, dusting soot off my robes—right before Harry landed on top of me.
"Can't stay away from me, can you, doll?" he said, casually smug.
"You and your recycled nicknames," I muttered, shoving him off. "Find new material."
Outside, my Weasley brothers were all lined up, each one of them glaring at Harry like he'd just declared war.
"All right, that's enough," I said quickly, tugging Harry away. "No bloodshed before dinner."
We stored our trunks in Ginny's room since we'd be heading straight to Hogwarts from the Cup. Hermione would arrive tomorrow.
While everyone was busy downstairs, I decided to sneak a little moment for myself. I'd brought my Muggle phone—enchanted to work at least partially at the Burrow. It wasn't exactly useful for calls, but I liked the camera. There was something comforting about capturing a memory.
