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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"But my treasure is you. Guess what they've taken."
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ELSA POV
The library was steeped in silence, its stillness broken only by the rustle of pages and the occasional scratch of quill on parchment. Harry and I sat buried in books, searching for clues—answers—anything that could help us breathe beneath the black waters of the lake. Anna, Hermione, Ron, and Neville had been helping too, until Moody came and swept the first three away with cryptic instructions. Neville, ever gentle and observant, leaned in and whispered that Harry should try gillyweed. A peculiar herb, but one that might grant him gills—he could breathe, swim, survive.
As for me, I had a spell. Oxygeni Congreglo. A charm I discovered in an ancient text, one that could draw the oxygen from water and trap it in a delicate sphere of ice. It was elegant, risky, and untested. But it was mine.
The only uncertainty? What form would water take when it chose to hide what mattered most?
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The crowd hummed with anticipation as we stood by the lake's edge. A heavy fog clung to the surface, mirroring the weight in our chests. The second task had arrived, and with it, the haunting promise of loss.
Sirius, Ha-Rin, Ro-Woon, Olaf, and my parents stood in the audience, their faces a blur of worry and love.
"Welcome to the Second Task," Dumbledore announced, his voice echoing through the cold air. "Last night, something was stolen from each of our champions. A treasure, one for each. They lie beneath the lake, guarded, waiting. You have one hour to retrieve what you hold most dear..."
I turned to Harry, and he leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "But my treasure is you. Guess what they've taken."
Before I could answer, the cannon fired.
I stepped forward, wand in hand. "Oxygeni Congreglo," I whispered, and a globe of ice bloomed around my head like a crown, sealing the oxygen within.
I dove.
The water closed over me like a secret. Silence followed, heavy and alive. Visibility was low, shadows flitting past like whispers. I swam deeper, letting my thoughts brush against the magic of water and ice. That's when I felt it—a presence.
A creature approached. No—a horse, made of liquid, sleek and shifting. A spirit of water. I held out my hand, and the creature hesitated, then pressed its nose to my palm.
Ice rose beneath my fingers, wrapping around the beast gently, shaping it into form. A water horse—icy and wild. I mounted it, grasped the reins, and whispered to it through the link between us.
"Take me to what I love."
The horse reared, then surged through the water like an arrow. I surfaced for breath just once, and the crowd gasped as they saw me riding the tide like some myth reborn. I dove again.
