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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"Older scamander, why limping, never thought pottah had a big--"
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ELSA POV
The train rattled gently beneath us as the landscape blurred past the windows.
Harry had just returned from his Ministry hearing — not expelled, thank Merlin. But the tension hadn't eased. If anything, it lingered like a storm cloud over his head. And then, just as we stepped onto the platform at King's Cross, something strange happened.
He stopped walking. So did I.
In the crowd, beyond the noise, I could've sworn I saw him.
Voldemort.
He smirked — subtle, haunting — and then vanished.
But then I blinked.
Suddenly, I was back on the train... sitting in our compartment. My breathing was heavy, heart racing. Harry sat across from me, his jaw clenched, eyes fixed out the window.
He looked at me. No words — just a sharp nod, a beckon.
I stood up, confused but obedient, and followed him down the narrow hallway. We passed sleepy students and bored prefects until he opened the door to one of the empty washrooms.
He pushed me in gently but firmly, locking the door behind us.
"Harry—"
He didn't speak at first. His back was to the door, his eyes piercing mine. Causing me to look away.
He stepped closer, hand reaching for my chin, gently tilting my face up to his.
"What did I say about looking away from me?" he whispered.
A dangerous softness.
My breath caught. The distance between us was gone. His hand trailed down to the edge of my skirt, tugging it upward just enough to make me gasp and glare.
"Red lace?" he scoffed under his breath. "So... you were waiting for this."
My cheeks burned.
He didn't touch me — not really — but the air was thick with suggestion. His fingers played along the hem, his body close enough to remind me of everything we could do. But didn't.
"Consider this... unfinished business," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.
I leaned back against the sink, trying to steady my breathing as he loomed over me. His forehead rested against mine.
"You think just saying sorry makes me forget how you looked at me last night? Like you didn't care I was furious?" he whispered.
"I do care," I whispered back. "I just... missed you."
His thumb brushed over my lips. His eyes softened — just for a second. Before his lips were on mine, like they were always meant to be, fitting together perfectly.
And then the train jolted.
He pulled away first.
"Later," he promised. "And don't think I've forgotten."
He opened the door, gave me one last look, and walked out.
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We arrived at Hogsmeade Station.
The sky was darkening, and the air was laced with autumn's bite. Students bustled around us, laughter echoing off the mountains.
I was slightly limping, due to the fact that Harry had left me off 'unfinished'
Harry, ever smug, offered his arm like a gentleman.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," he teased under his breath.
"Shut up," I muttered, elbowing him.
But then we heard it.
"I'm surprised the Ministry's still letting you walk around free. Better enjoy it while you can. I expect there's a cell in Azkaban with your name on it," said Malfoy, with his usual venom.
I felt Harry stiffen beside me.
Malfoy's sneer deepened. "Older Scamander, why limping? Never thought Potter had a big—"
Ron and I held Harry back just in time.
"Just stay away from me," Harry snapped.
"It's only Malfoy. What'd you expect?" Ron muttered.
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At the carriages, something strange happened.
Harry paused again, staring ahead. Everyone else climbed aboard without hesitation.
"What is this?" he asked.
"What's what?" I replied, confused.
"That. Pulling the carriage."
We looked where he pointed, but there was nothing.
"Nothing's pulling the carriage, Harry. It's pulling itself — like always," Hermione said gently.
Harry looked troubled.
And then, a dreamy voice cut through the air.
"You're not mad. I can see them too. You're just as sane as I am."
A girl with wide, silvery eyes and straggly blond hair stood nearby, holding an upside-down Quibbler.
She stepped into the carriage beside us, utterly calm.
"Everyone, this is Loony Love—" Hermione began, before correcting herself, "Luna Lovegood."
I offered my hand awkwardly, but Luna simply stared, blinking slowly.
"Lovely to meet you," I said anyway, pulling my hand back.
"What an interesting necklace," Anna remarked.
"It's a charm, actually. Keeps away the nargles," Luna said with complete sincerity.
"Hungry. I hope there's pudding," she added dreamily.
"What's a nargle?" Ron whispered.
"No idea," Hermione replied, just as softly.
As the carriage began to move, I leaned slightly against Harry's shoulder, stealing a moment of quiet.
Whatever this year had in store, I had a feeling it wouldn't be easy.
But at least... we were together.
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"It's a charm, actually. Keeps away the nargles"
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