Disney Hogwarts

Chapter 1: Friday, September 1, Platform 9 ¾ Elsa Arendelle

I stood on our father's left, and Anna stood on our mother's right, separated from each other not only by a few physical feet, but by millions of emotional, social, and academic miles. Anna eagerly looked around for her friends, already fully attired in her Hufflepuff uniform, ready for her fourth year. I was still in Muggle clothes, with a dark blue hoodie protecting me from the rest of the world. Anna and our mother set off to meet her Snow White, her best friend and another fourth year Hufflepuff, leaving me alone with my father.

We both watched them leave and my father chuckled, "I never thought Anna would get into your school too. Your power was just so....obvious. You froze our house when you were six! In the middle of summer! Anna never really focused enough to do that." I nodded silently. He was forgetting the time Anna grew forty-foot sunflowers during the night when she was eight, but why remind him? Anna was more like my parents and they liked that. My father was a Muggle and my mother was a Squib. Anna was the less-magical one. The normal one. The nice one. I was the freak. The monster.

We stood in a tense silence, unable to be broken even with a troll's bludgeon, even with the cutting force of my powers...no...I can't use my powers for that, even if they worked that way.... I began to walk off to board the Hogwarts Express, but my father caught my hand. "Have fun at school, okay, Elsa, dear? We'll see you at Christmas. We love you." I averted my eyes, nodded, and pulled my hand away mutely. The sooner I got to the train, the sooner I'd be in school, and the sooner I'd finish school, and the sooner I'd... I don't know. Leave, maybe. Then perhaps I could finally be free.

I got dressed in the Hogwarts Express girl's bathroom, carefully tightening the green and silver piece of fabric around my neck. My reflection looked strange in the mirror, even to me. The tie didn't feel like it fit properly. There's an unspoken law I call The Slytherin Rule, which means that people of other houses can associate, but people in Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, cannot associate with Slytherins. We are outcasts, left to each other to find family and friends. I pried my eyes away from the mirror and my tie. I pinned the Head Girl badge on my chest. It felt like a parasite, eating away at my heart. Without a doubt, I deserved this. It is what I wanted since I was a first year and saw the Head Girl and Head Boy leading the school, loved and adored by all, communing with the headmaster Professor Merlin daily. I already knew that would not be the case for me. Everyone hated Slytherin. They'd hate a Slytherin Head Girl too.

I had to give the sixth and fifth year prefects a talk about their duties with the Head Boy, a Ravenclaw named Sitka Inuit. His little brothers were there too: Denahi a sixth year Gryffindor prefect and Kenai a fifth year Slytherin. They watched their brother lecture with unrestrained awe. I smiled slightly, imagining what it must feel like to have a sibling admire you for everything you do and are, even though you're in a different house, even if that house is the wrong house.

After the meeting, I marched down the hallway, looking for a compartment. In one compartment to my right, Li Shang, the Gryffindor quidditch captain, was discussing strategy with his team. Mulan was listening intently, but Merida and Phoebus were making faces at each other and Pocahontas and Tarzan were chatting while Jim threw a golden snitch replica up in the air, catching and releasing. In a compartment to my left, Peter Pan, a fourth-year Hufflepuff, was relating his summer adventures to his admiring crowd of Ravenclaws (Wendy and John Darling), Gryffindors (a few Lost boys), Hufflepuffs (a few other Lost Boys), and a Slytherin, Tinkerbell. I felt sorry for her. She proved that the Slytherin Rule existed. Even though she was allowed to be around the others and be in their group, Peter Pan would never have feelings for her the way she had for him, mostly because of her house. Still, she was one of the lucky ones; at least Peter was nice to her.

I found Beast sitting alone in a compartment, staring out the window with his arms folded. I slung my trunk up on top of the rack, placed my snowy owl, Olaf, on the floor next to my seat, and sat down next to Beast. I met Beast when he was a first year and I was a third. He'd been so shy and timid, and was bullied by another first year, Gaston. So I adopted him into our motley group and we'd been friends ever since. I opened my copy of Beedle the Bard, he turned his gaze from me back to the window, and we sat in the silence only true friends can share. How different it felt compared with the silence between my father. Instead of crackling in the air like lightning, like it did with my father, it rested between us peacefully as if it was just part of the air.