This idea has tossed around in my head for a bit ever since TheStanfordExperiment's OC Ignus series in the Frozen section of Fanfiction (If you guys haven't read any of them I say you should do so). I will not be using his OC, he has had enough people using it and ruining his amazing character. I will be using my own.
This takes place in the summer after Harry's 2nd year (Chamber of Secrets), Both of the souls of Elsa and Eldrid have been reincarnated into the souls of a one Hermione Jean Granger and one Harrison James Potter. The powers of the two reincarnated souls do not show until Harry's 13th birthday. H/Hr pairing, No bashing, there will be a bit of alternate reality with Peter being caught and Sirius becoming innocent. Also, the Dursleys will be more lenient with Harry.
I don't own either of Harry Potter or Frozen. Only Eldrid, my OC.
Harry's POV
Most days at the house of my relatives has been oddly quiet. Other than the occasional verbal abuse, there has been no abuse in the physical department. All three of my relatives have been calm after I came back to this house with a sense of dread hanging on my head (again), we only said the occasional hello and nothing else. I don't mind really, it's just that I have this feeling that something completely out of the ordinary will be heading my way.
The letters that have gone on between me, Hermione and Ron have gone through along with the replies, because unlike last summer, Uncle Vernon allowed me to use Hedwig, but only under the condition that I keep her in my room. Ron has had a good time with his family along with Hermione. The only difference in the letters that I write to my friends is that when I write to Hermione, I have to be careful what I write to her. Ever since I was taken from the canceled Quidditch game to hospital wing that day to see a petrified Hermione Granger, my heart has yearned to tell her how I feel. But unfortunately my brain went into a overdrive of questions that make me take a step back from doing so. In short, I believe I am in love with The-Brightest-Witch-of-our-Age, but I am too scared to break the friendship that we have had for the past two years.
Right now it is my 13th Birthday. And for some reason on this particular day, a random fever decided to pop up. I told my relatives about it and will be up in my room just so they don't get it as well, to which they were grateful for. It only seem logical seeing as though they let me at least a tiny bit of their family.
After being in my room for over two hours I kept feeling more and more groggy and tired. I closed my eyes and took a nap.
Although most of my dreams have involved the death of my parents, and following their death comes the pain of Voldemort's curse being cast on me and the pain of the lightning bolt scar being cut on the left side of my forehead. This dream however, did not involve any of that.
I wake up in my dream state in the setting of a castle. But the main difference between this castle and a castle like Hogwarts, is that this castle was made with what appeared to be solid smooth ice. But despite the usual coldness of ice, it did not bother me at all. From where I stand, I see that I am standing in a ballroom. After making a full 360 degree look of the room, I find that I am not alone.
Another man is standing in the doorway of the ballroom. He was dressed up in a hood and cloak. He had stunningly bright amber-colored eyes, black neck length hair with a red tinge at the edge, and a full beard. His arms are crossed and his feet stood shoulder length apart. In the fear that he means me harm (After learning the true identity of who Tom Marvolo Riddle really is, I have to take no chances), I raise my arms in defense.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I ask.
The man raises his arms in a surrender, meaning that he means no harm, "Easy, I'm not here to harm you."
"I've had a pretty bad school year so don't expect try to think that wouldn't want to be a cautious."
"I wouldn't think so either, what with having to fight a basilisk and a man by the name of . . ." He put his hand to his chin, trying to think of a name, "Voldemort I believe it was?"
I look at him with wide eyes, "How in god's name do you know that?" I say while drop my arms.
He smirks while saying, "I know about your story more than you think." He then starts walking over to me, "But I am forgetting my manners. My name is Eldrid." He sticks out his hand for me to shake.
"Harry Potter." I take the hand with a little skepticism.
"Now you are probably wondering why you are here and why I am as well? Eh?"
"Well those usually are the questions that go to the forefront of the mind when you are dream sent to a place like this."
He leads me out of the hall and through the castle telling the story of certain man, Him. The story tells about how he was driven out of his house by way of a crazed cult and into the life of a man on the run. Then the story turns into where he is found by two women and a man who took him in. One of the women had a very pale complexion with platinum blonde hair in a loosened french braid and eyes as blue as the ice in the castle. The other women was a tad shorter than the previous woman with strawberry blonde hair in two braids with a the face of complete cuteness that could overthrow a puppy. And finally the man was one of a mountain man with unkempt blonde hair and brown eyes. From what Eldrid told me, the beautiful platinum blonde is named Elsa, the utterly cute strawberry blonde is here sister Anna, and the burly blonde is Anna's husband named Kristoff. When he came to the kingdom of Arendelle that the three ruled over, he was brought in as family. Along the way, he fell in love with Elsa. Then three months later, they were happily married.
"This is an amazing story, Eldrid. But what exactly does this pertain to me?"
"Because two of the four people had special talent of controlling two of the elements of the world. And one of the souls of these two was reborn in to the body of a child." Eldrid explained.
"Who is this person?"
"To find this person, what I need you to do is to hold out your hand palm up." Still being a little skeptical, I followed his instructions, "Now what I want you to do is to focus a certain force within you that feels both hot and comfortably warm, and let that power flow through you and to your palm." I found the power that he described and took a line of it to my hand.
After a few seconds of waiting, the last thing I was expecting was my palm to shoot out a small jet of flame. I stared at the flame in amazement and realization, "Me?!"
Eldrid, in response, just simply nodded his head.
"Who was the one of the four that had this?"
"The person that had this . . ." Eldrid held up his hand and the same fire was coming off his hand like mine, "Is me."
I severed the connection to my hand and put the tips of fingers to my temples, "This is a lot to take in."
"I understand, when I realized that I was born with this power. It took me an entire week to come to terms with this responsibility." While he says this he comes over to me and puts a hand on my shoulder, "But you don't have to worry about losing control on this power, because in the span of three weeks I will teach you how to tame the flame within you."
I look up to him into his eyes and saw the most familiar thing in them.
Me.
"I would like that." I replied.
"Alright then."
For the next half hour, Eldrid taught me how keep the lid down on my emotions which was a major factor to my powers. He taught me this by way of meditation. He told me that I should find a place of peace and quiet and run through the meditation process for a full 30 minutes a day to keep my emotions at bay. He also taught me other ways on how to summon the flames to my hand, there are quiet a lot.
At the end of the lesson he tells me that I am about to wake up, "And one more thing that you should know. I am not the only one who has been reincarnated to this lifetime. You will find another one that is both similar and different from you."
"How will I know this person by?"
"She will be near by when you feel the sensation of a chill going down your spine. When you feel it, find the woman who has pure white platinum blonde hair, skin as white as porcelain, and eyes the color of this ice." He gestures to the blue ice of the ballroom we are in.
"Thank you for the lesson. Is it okay if I show my best friends this when I see them?"
"You may. But to everyone else, you must keep it under wraps. Even though this is magic, people will take it the wrong way. I also suggest that you go to Gringotts and ask to the goblins to show you the vault of the Snow Queen and The Fire King."
I nodded to his orders. And then Eldrid and the castle of ice faded from my vision.
I woke up, feeling oddly refreshed, to see the all too familiar ceiling of my bedroom. I sat up and saw on the clock on my bed stand that I slept for only twenty minutes. The thing that freaked me out the most though was my vision. When I woke up I saw that I was able to see the paint of the my room as clear as crystal. Thinking that I just stupidly left my glasses on, I reached up to the bridge of my nose to feel for the usual strip of metal, only to find the flesh covered piece of cartilage on my face.
I stood up and walked over to the bathroom to get a good look at my self. The realization of having 20/20 vision with out the help of my glasses was a bit shocking, but the person I saw as in the mirror was the thing that took the cake. My hair was now tinged with red at the ends, and my eyes were now a bright amber. I had become a thirteen year old version of Eldrid.
To test this theory a bit further, I held out my hand then found the hot yet comfortably warm force in me, drew out a line to my palm. As I expected, the familiar small jet of flame came from my hand. To this, I relaxed a bit.
Now all I need to do is find the reincarnation of Elsa. With this statement, there is only question that will be bouncing in my skull.
Who is she?
There is Chapter One.
The next chapter is going to be told in a different POV.
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