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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"Everything changes now, doesn't it?"
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ELSA POV
We returned in a whirlwind of light and silence—then loud, thunderous applause. The crowd erupted, faces blurred in noise and movement. But I couldn't hear them. Not truly. My legs moved on instinct, and I ran—past banners, past confusion—into my mother's arms. My father's. Anna's.
I clung to them, trembling.
"What happened, baby?" Mum asked, her voice a mix of panic and gentleness.
"V-Voldemort," I whispered. Just that word. It was enough to crack the world open.
Everyone fell quiet. That name cut through the noise like a curse of its own.
And then I felt it—arms wrapping around me from behind. I knew them before I turned. I leaned back into the embrace that steadied me in the graveyard, that kept me breathing when I wanted to scream. Harry.
I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck. He let me cry against his chest. My tears soaked through the fabric, and his hand found the back of my head, anchoring me.
Dumbledore stepped toward us. His expression was grave, his voice steady.
"What happened, Harry?"
"Voldemort," Harry said, the word like stone. "He's back. He tried to hurt Elsa. He tried to get her to join him."
A quiet gasp broke from Anna's lips. I looked at her, then at my mum, whose face had paled.
Cedric stepped forward, and I gently pulled away from Harry to embrace him.
"You fought like a storm," Cedric said, stroking my hair gently. "But you didn't have to come back for me."
"I did. Because you're like a brother to me," I said, eyes stinging again.
Cedric chuckled. "Then who's going to save you?"
He pulled back slightly. "From now on, you're my little sister."
Harry's arms found me again, slipping around my waist. I leaned into him, grateful for his warmth.
Then something tugged at my skirt. I looked down to find Ro-Woon and Olaf hugging me tightly. I knelt and kissed their heads, brushing Ro-Woon's fringe from his eyes.
"Are you alright, Elsa?" he asked.
"I am now."
Across the courtyard, I caught Sirius nodding solemnly. But my gaze snagged on Ha-Rin—her eyes glistened with tears.
I stood and walked to her. The hug we shared was soft, broken, full of words we didn't know how to say.
It was too much. Everything was too much.
"I love you all," I said, the words fragile on my lips.
Harry took my hand.
Before I could breathe again, Moody appeared, sharp-eyed and strange. "You two need to rest," he barked, then added under his breath—rage blooming in his voice—"You survived."
There was venom in his tone. He dragged us away to his office, and I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise.
He slammed the door behind us. In the corner sat a box, large and locked.
"You were supposed to die," he spat. "One of you was supposed to be taken."
"You were the one who put our names in the Goblet," Harry said, quiet but sure.
"Not only that," Moody said, eyes gleaming unnaturally. "I gave Longbottom the gillyweed. I led Diggory to the Prefects' Bathroom. I cleared the path, every step."
"You lied to us," I whispered, my heart thudding.
Just then, the door burst open.
Mum. Dad. Ha-Rin. Sirius. Snape. Dumbledore.
They swarmed the room. Dumbledore and Snape seized Moody while my mother rushed to my side. Sirius and Dad ran to the box in the corner.
Snape forced a vial into Moody's mouth. Within seconds, the transformation began—his skin shimmered, peeled, shifted. And then he was someone else entirely.
"Barty Crouch Jr.," they all said at once.
I froze. "Who?"
"The Death Eater," Harry murmured, "the one who tortured and nearly killed the Longbottoms... the one his own father sent to Azkaban."
"And he escaped," Dumbledore finished grimly. "Took Mad-Eye's place. He's going to the Ministry now."
Two Aurors entered, restraining Crouch Jr. as he grinned manically. Meanwhile, Dumbledore pointed his wand at the box.
Seven locks clicked open before we saw him—Mad-Eye Moody. The real one. Shackled and exhausted inside the trunk.
The year ended quietly.
Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were returning home. Fleur hugged me tightly.
"Promise we'll write?" she asked.
"Promise. Owl me when you reach home."
Hermione blushed when Viktor handed her something and whispered in her ear. Ron looked like he swallowed a Bludger.
We strolled through the empty corridor, the sunlight faint through the windows.
"Everything changes now, doesn't it?" Ron asked softly.
"Yeah," Harry and I said in unison.
He threw his arm around my shoulder and kissed my temple. I leaned in.
"Can we have a normal year for once?" Anna sighed.
"You know I asked for that last year," Harry muttered. "Guess God ignored me."
"Aww," I cooed, slipping behind him. "Piggyback ride?"
He bent slightly. "You know I can't resist that face."
I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He caught me effortlessly. I kissed his cheek.
"Feeling proud to make you all laugh," I joked.
"Anyone would laugh after looking at your face," Ron teased.
"Shut up, Ronald." I huffed, burying my face in Harry's shoulder.
But even as laughter echoed down the corridor, I knew it.
Everything had changed.
And nothing would ever be the same again.
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"Piggy back ride?"
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