Magic; A Harry Potter Frozen crossover

Hogwarts

It was an ordinary lunch at the great hall. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, were finally getting a hogwarts education without having to worry about Voldemort rising.

"It's kind of strange, isn't it?" Hermione said to the two boys, since the three had been eating silently. "How is it strange? We've been going to hogwarts for six years now, Hermione. What's different this year?" Harry asked her, even though he knew why, before spooning some chicken in his mouth. Hermione gave him a nervous look. "This year, all we have to worry about are classes. Not defeating Voldemort. All we have to do is... study." She sounded a little disappointed, which was very out of character for her, since all she was ever concerned about was doing good in school. The boys took what she said into account. Although they had been excited to have a regular school year, it may seem a little, well, boring. "Yeah.. I guess you're right... Well, that and the fact that we're famous." Ron turned and smiled flirtasiously at a group of sixth year girls. Half of them waved back at him blushing, but the other half rolled their eyes, wanting Harry's attention instead. Hermione took the latest Quibbler and hit Ron's arm. Harry laughed. 

"Hey! What was that for?" Ron questioned. Hermione looked at him, eyes filled with anger and jealousy, and Harry decided to take the situation into his hands. "Ron, how would you feel if I flirted with other girls while I was with Ginny?" Ron looked confused, but answered anyway. "Well, I'd probably be bloody angry, but you wouldn't do that. Why do you ask?" Harry raised an eyebrow. Ron was his best mate and all, but he could be pretty ignorant on occasion. "Wait- But I wasn't flirting with those girls!" He objected. Hermione hit him with the Quibbler again. "Hey! Bloody Hell Hermione, why would you do that?" Hermione glared at him again and continued to eat. Although he tried his hardest not to laugh, Harry couldn't hold back a small chuckle, and soon, Hermione cracked a smile and joined in Harry's laughter. Ron, still being confused and upset, looked at them with an eyebrow raised and ran his hand through his hair. "What? What did I miss?" He asked, causing the two to laugh harder. Finally, Hermione spoke. "I'll forgive you Ronald, but only if you promise not to flirt with any other girls while we are together." She stated, raising her eyebrows slightly and pointing her finger acussingly at Ron. "But I wasn't-" Ron protested, but Hermione gave him a 'oh yes you were'  look and he sighed. "Fine. But I still don't think I was flirting-" He muttered. Harry cracked a smile. Him and his friends could finally live a normal life. Voldemort was dead, all his horcrux's destroyed, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione could now simply enjoy life together.

At least, that's what he thought.....

~

That night, Harry had another dream.

It was dark. Pitch black. Harry tried to call out, but no sound came out. He tried to move, but he couldn't. He stayed firmly planted to the ground, and all he could feel was the cold stone floor beneath his bare feet and the warm damp air. He closed his eyes (though it wasn't really necessary) and listened closely. At first all he heard was dead silence, but then he heard a groan, and some scuffling sounds. Somebody else was there.

And by the sounds of it, struggling. 

Suddenly, Harry heard a soft chuckling. 

Harry felt himself tense. His breath became heavy, as if the world were closing around him. The blood in his veins nearly stopped pumping. His heart almost stopped beating.

No, no, it couldn't be.

He was dead.... Dead! No, no...

Harry's world collasped around him as he realizes who the chuckle belongs to. 

"Show yourself!" Somebody screamed. He recognized the voice. 

But, he was dead too.... Harry thought.