The Arendelle Sisters:Return to Hogwarts

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Hey guys, it's me! @TheLastMidnight!

This story is the second one I've written on Wattpad, and a crossover between Harry Potter (well what would have happened after Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows!), Frozen, Tangled, HTTYD, ROTG and Brave e.tc. (Basically, the usual stuff!)

However, the Potters, Weasleys, Malfoys and others will also be included! I’m really excited for this story, cos I’ve wanted to write this since Frozen first came out, but I was stuck for ideas! However, now I can, and I hope you all will really enjoy it!

The beginning of this chapter will recount what happens at the very last part of the book, where Harry Potter sees his kids off! If you don’t want to reread that part, feel free to skip to the part where I start writing!

I had a bit of trouble writing the descriptions of the kids, because I didn’t really know that much about them (the Harry Potter kids-not Elsa and Anna!), and I haven’t watched Deathly Hallows Part 2! (I’ve watched all the rest of them, just not that one!)

I sort of imagined Rose with brown hair –and it wasn’t till later when I searched it up, the Harry Potter Wiki said she had red hair-oops! With James, we don’t actually know what year he is going into at Hogwarts, but I’ve always inferred it as the third year, because he seems already to have some experiences with Thestrals, and it works with the age gap between Elsa and Anna!

In general, I’ve had to do lot of rewriting because of this slight technical hitch, so this is why it took so long to get put up.

Not much more to say, but I hope you like the story, and please, please review/ favourite/ follow!

See you soon,

Sabrina

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first of September was crisp and golden as an apple, and as the little family bobbed across the rumbling road towards the great, sooty station, the fumes of car exhausts and the breath of pedestrians sparkled like cobwebs in the cold air. Two large cases rattled on top of the laden trolleys the parents were pushing; the owls inside them hooted indignantly, and the red-headed girl trailed tearfully behind her brothers, clutching her father’s arm.

“It won’t be long, and you’ll be going too,” Harry told her.

“Two years,” sniffed Lily. “I want to go now!”

The commuters stared curiously at the owls as the family wove its way towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Albus’s voice drifted back over the surrounding clamour; his sons had resumed the argument they had started in the car.

“I won’t! I won’t be in Slytherin!”

“James, give it a rest!” said Ginny.

“I only said he might be,” said James, grinning at his younger brother. “There’s nothing wrong with that. He might be in Slyth-”

But James caught his mother’s eye and fell silent. The five Potters approached the barrier. With a slightly cocky look over his shoulder at his younger brother, James took the trolley from his mother and broke into a run. A moment later he had vanished.

“You’ll write to me, won’t you?” Albus asked his parents immediately, capitalizing on the momentary absence of his brother.

“Every day, if you want us to,” said Ginny.

“Not every day,” said Albus quickly. “James says most people only get letters from home about once a month.”

“We wrote to James three times a week last year,” said Ginny.