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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"Anything spicy between you 2?"
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ELSA POV
"So it would be easy for you to compete, wouldn't it?" Rita Skeeter's voice cut like a dagger dipped in sugar.
The Triwizard Tournament had already drawn its lines in fire. Harry and I had been dragged into it by names we didn't write and magic we didn't summon. And now, as if summoned by the scent of scandal, came Rita—green robes, quill at the ready, and an expression that suggested she thrived on discomfort.
"How?" I blinked, genuinely confused.
"Oh, don't play coy. Everyone knows about your powers, dear," she smiled, leaning in like a snake ready to strike.
"Yes, I have powers. But I'm not sure how that—"
"Never mind that," she waved her hand. "More importantly, I've heard whispers. You and Mr. Potter—dating, are you?"
"Yeah," I said simply, unbothered.
"Anything spicy between you two?" Her eyebrows danced.
"That's none of your business," I replied coolly.
"Hm. Twelve-year-olds, in a tournament of death... and love," she muttered dramatically as her self-writing quill scratched away, almost purring with glee.
I crossed my arms. "We're fourteen. Not twelve."
She only hummed. "And you think you'll survive against seasoned seventeen-year-olds?"
"I didn't even put my name in the cup," I said, quieter this time. "Neither of us did."
"Mmmhmm," she said, not believing a word. "The truth always finds a way, dear."
That evening, Sirius had requested a meeting. The Gryffindor common room felt warmer than usual as I lay sprawled across Harry's lap, feeling his hand brushing through my hair. Peace, fleeting as it was, wrapped itself around us.
Suddenly, a familiar whoosh of flame lit the fireplace—and there they were. Sirius, Ha-Rin, Olaf, and little Ro-Woon.
"About time," I said, jumping up to hug Ro-Woon and Olaf.
"How are my little sunbeams?" I asked.
"I am excellent," Ro-Woon said, puffing his cheeks proudly.
"And I'm enjoying the season—flowers, sunshine, the occasional existential threat," Olaf chimed brightly.
"Elsa," Sirius's tone dropped the warmth, "this is serious."
"That pun again?" I teased, before nodding. "I know. The tournament."
"Do you have any idea how your names got in?" Ha-Rin asked, concerned.
Harry shook his head. "None."
"I've started connecting with the elements," I explained, glancing at Sirius. "Water, fire, air, earth. If a task involves any of them, I might stand a chance."