Immortal Conflicts
By: Myself
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor another other character owned or created by J. K. R. (If you don't know who that is, then you are probably reading the wrong fan fiction.) because SHE owns them. I do however own Elsa Leigh. She's mine and if you try to take her... well let's just say unpleasant things will occur to you.
Prologue
Immortal Conflicts
Her emerald eyes shown with an unearthly light as she changed back into her human form. Where once there were sparkling silver scales, now resided pale human skin clothed in dark blue wizards robes. Midnight blue eyes took the place of bright emerald and curly black hair fell neatly to her waist.
Her parentage was quite odd, with her father being an immortal and her mother being a silver dragon and all. Not that it mattered now. She was conceived over two thousand years ago and in her opinion, if you couldn't learn to live with adverse conditions in two thousand years, you were never going to.
Elsa Leigh, what have you gotten yourself into? She asked herself, looking down at the letter from Hogwarts that had just been delivered by quite the frightened barn owl. Seeing her dragon form must not have been all that fun for him, she thought, grinning a little in spite of herself. All silver scales and wicked green eyes and sharp teeth. Mostly the teeth, she imagined. Not to mention there weren't ANY silver dragons left on this plane.
She scowled darkly and tucked the letter into her robes and walked through the fog into her cottage. Before closing the door behind her she glanced out at the moors all emerald and silver and shivered thinking of what was to come. Head Master Dippet, eh? She thought as a smirk just as disturbing as her scowl crossed her young face. I hope he's a slight bit smarter than the last one. Poor fool.
Closing the door and crossing the room to her fireplace, she lit the fire with barely a glance and nestled in the green armchair set in front of it. Staring at the flames she wondered how she could have gotten stuck in this horrible predicament for so long. It's just not possible for it to have continued like this for so long, she mentally scowled, thinking of memories from back in the day. Of Salazar Slytherin and his feud with his cousin, Godric. It reminded her of the fact that she had been posing as Rowena Ravenclaw's distant cousin, Elise and had saved Slytherin life and bore his offspring in doing so.
And also got myself stuck in this horrible predicament, she thought caustically. If I never begged my parents to go to that horrible school... Her thought just stopped there. She refused to think about it any longer. About the fact that if she hadn't budded in where she wasn't needed, none of this would have happened and history would have taken it's natural course. That she wouldn't need to fix this horrible rift that caused her such emotional distress because it never would have happened.
"Curses!" she spat angrily rising from her chair, grabbing a handful of Floo Powder and stepping into the now emerald flames. She threw the handful of powder to the ground and as the fire exploded she called out, "Diagon Alley!" in an eternally young, clear voice.