Chapter Two – Guess the muse is still there. Some parts of this were hard, others were easy. Sorry there wasn't as much Elsa as I'd like in this chapter, but remember, she's still in shock. Plus, this is basically the worst day of Harry's summer so far. Anyway, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Certain parts of this text were borrowed from Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix. I own nothing, claim nothing, hold nothing. Please don't sue me. If you did, I'm a starving college student and I'd have to pay you in packets of ramen.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Harry said, staring at the strange person who had just emerged from his old closet. She was older than he was, looking like a 7th year or older, but she had pure white hair, almost like it was made of ice. She wore a long, flowing blue gown, and on her head was a...crown?

She stepped forward, dusting off her dress with irritation, "I am-" she paused. "Wait, you don't know who I am?"

Harry stared blankly at her, then down at the letter in his hands, then back at her again. Was it possible? Had he somehow done some sort of accidental magic that had summoned this girl here? If so, he'd never hear the end of it. "Erm, sorry, no," he said awkwardly, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The woman stared right back, muttering, "You don't know who I am...? Then he must have...But I..."

Harry coughed politely, and she jumped, "Oh, I'm sorry!" she said quickly, "I wish I knew! What I'm doing here, I mean. Not who I am. I know that." She laughed awkwardly. "Uh...where am I?"

Harry groaned. He must have brought here her with accidental magic. Maybe when he read the letter? But wait, the letter came because he did accidental magic. How could he be get a letter reacting to him reacting to the letter that only came because it already came? He went slightly crosseyed just thinking about it. This time it was the woman that coughed politely, and Harry jumped.

"Sorry!" he said quickly, "You're at number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey!"

The woman blinked. Surrey? "Where is...Surrey?"

Harry reddened slightly; had he pulled her from even further away? France, maybe? Or even America? "It's in England," he said, "And you never mentioned your-"

But at that precise moment, another owl swooped in through the open window. It darted around the woman's head and then, to Harry's surprise, came to rest on her shoulder, before bowing, surprisingly regally for a bird. Then it tossed the letter rather arrogantly in Harry's direction, and with another swoop of its wings it was out the window again.

"What a nice bird," the woman said curiously, "Was it delivering a letter? An interesting way of sending mail."

At this, Harry's heart froze even more. Was she a muggle? It would be just his luck to have accidentally magicked a muggle from halfway around the world! Absently he opened the letter and stared at the contents with a sinking feeling in his heart...which was shortly replaced by, once again, confusion.

"Dear Mr Potter,

We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a ₩███₵₡₪UnknownEntity₩▒₪₫░▒▓

The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand.

As you have already received an official warning for a previous offence under Section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 a.m. on the twelfth of August.

Hoping you are well,

Yours sincerely,

Mafalda Hopkirk

Improper Use of Magic Office

Ministry of Magic"

Harry read the message a second time, blankly. Patronus Charm? He hadn't cast a Patronus charm! Why would he! There were no dementors for hundreds of miles!

"That doesn't make any sense," he muttered, picking up the other letter and comparing the two. And what was with those weird characters? And that absurdly high power level? He didn't even know magic could be defined into power levels! And...his eyes latched onto the part about destroying his wand. He couldn't let that happen. His fists tightened as he read it and re-read it; expelled from Hogwarts? Destroy his wand? But for what! He hadn't done any magic!

"You're telling me," a voice said from over his shoulder, and Harry jerked back in surprise, making the woman behind him chuckle once as she leaned closer to the letter in his hand, "Improper Use of Magic Office? What kind of place is this?"

At this, Harry was stumped. If he told her the truth, he'd be guilty of breaking the law. But without telling the truth, how was he supposed to explain-

WOOSH.

With a rush of air, another owl soared through the window. It seemed to bob slightly as it passed by the girl before swooping over and dropping the letter at his feet, and then just as quickly swooping back out. The letter was hastily scrawled, in large blocky letters.

"Harry -

Dumbledore's just arrived at the Ministry and he's trying to sort it all out.

DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. DO NOT DO ANY MORE MAGIC. DO NOT SURRENDER YOUR WAND."

Harry growled; any more magic? Why was it that everyone seemed to assume he was a child? He hadn't done any magic! At least...He glanced at the white haired woman who had sat down at one of the kitchen chairs and seemed to be staring at the wall. At least no intentional magic. But they couldn't expel you for accidental magic, could they?

"Who are you anyway?" Harry finally said, trying to suppress the irritation in his voice. This woman wasn't to blame, after all.

Her eyes darted up to meet his, and her brow furrowed. "You really don't know, do you?" she said. Her gaze darkened slightly, and Harry glanced outside, curious, as the sun suddenly seemed to darken. Clouds had suddenly sprung up from nowhere, and...was it...snowing?

The woman smiled bleakly, "I am Elsa. High Queen of Arendelle and Warden of it and its surrounding lands. Lady of Winter. Harbinger of the Winter's Peace." she raised an eyebrow, "Anything ringing a bell?"

Harry shook his head silently, wide-eyed, "Listen, I'm sorry that I brought you here, uh, your highness, and I didn't mean to, but you really need to leave. You're not supposed to be seeing-"

WOOSH

Another owl swept through the window; settling down on the sill, it shook itself free of the snow that had begin to gather on its head, and delicately extended a leg with a letter attached. "-this." Harry finished lamely. Sighing, he quickly untied it and ripped the letter open.

"Dear Mr Potter,

Further to our letter of approximately seventeen minutes ago, the Ministry of Magic has revised its decision to destroy your wand forthwith. You may retain your wand until your disciplinary hearing on the twelfth of August, at which time an official decision will be taken.

Following discussions with the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Ministry has agreed that the question of your expulsion will also be decided at that time. You should therefore consider yourself suspended from- school pending further enquiries.

With best wishes,

Yours sincerely,

Mafalda Hopkirk

Improper Use of Magic Office

Ministry of Magic"

"I-" Harry began, but before he could even begin to speak, another owl swept in through the window. Harry looked at it excitedly; the writing on the outside was clearly Sirius's! Surely he'd have some sort of explanation for all this. Tearing it open, he took in the short sentence inside.

"Arthur has just told us what's happened. Don't leave the house again, whatever you do."

Slowly a scream started to build up in his chest. Was this all he got? He'd gone all summer without a single letter, not a single letter! And now they were determined to treat him like a child that had wandered off and let the dementors get to him! How could they think he was such an idiot! How could they-

Around the kitchen, pots and pans began to shake violently. The window slammed shut, and the silverware began to violently crash around inside its drawer. How could they do this to him! It wasn't fair! It-

"Shhh..." a cold hand suddenly pressed against his cheek. "Deep breaths," she said, "Calm. Hold it in. Control it."

Slowly the shaking stopped, and Harry finally opened his eyes; the woman-Elsa- was staring him dead in the eyes. "Does this happen often?" she finally said, after all traces of shaking had stopped. Harry shrugged helplessly, "Sometimes. It just gets to be too much, and I can't control it. Do you know that feeling?"

She smiled, "Yes, I know that feeling. It happens to me all the time."

Harry stopped. "Wait. You know about magic? You're a witch?"

Elsa smiled faintly, "I do seem to recall being called that a time or two. Though never in such a relieved tone."

Harry, on the other hand, sagged in relief, "Bloody hell! That fixes everything! If you weren't a witch, they'd have to erase your memories, and send you back where you came from, and...well, it would be a lot of trouble."

Elsa's eyes narrowed. Erase her memories? She'd never let something like that happen to her or anyone around her ever again. "I'd like to see them try," she growled, her hands tightening into fists.

Harry watched her curiously. She said she was a witch, but where was her wand? Then again, maybe she'd left it behind when he'd pulled her from wherever she came from. He looked at her more generally; she really was pretty, wasn't she? Then he blushed in embarrassment. First he'd pulled her from her home, and now he was thinking she was pretty? Fortunately, at that moment, someone knocked at the door.

He turned towards the door with a start. Should he answer it? What if it was the Ministry? Would they still try to confiscate his wand? Maybe he should just leave it unanswered. If everything stayed quiet, maybe they'd assume no-one was home.

The door rattled again, and an old high pitched voice rang through, "Open up in there! I know you're in there, Harry!"

Harry blinked and walked over to open the door. "Mrs Figg?" he said blankly, looking down at the diminutive woman, "What are you doing here?"

She seemed to sag in relief, "Thank goodness you're here. It was Mundungus, wasn't it? He must have run off and let you go and get attacked by dementors! I knew we never should have trusted him!"

"What?" Harry said blankly. Mrs Figg? Dementors? In the same sentence? It felt like his entire world was collapsing around him piece by piece. "You're...you're a witch too?"

"I'm a squib. Not ashamed of it, it's just who I am. But it does mean that I can't do anything to drive off those dementors if they come back again, and Dung knows that! Foolish man, abandoning you, probably off buying stolen cauldrons again! Ooh, what is Dumbledore going to say!"

"You know Dumbledore?"

"Of course I know Dumbledore, everyone knows Dumbledore. Now where's your fire? I need to send him a message immediately, tell him you're safe."

She bustled past him and towards the living room, leaving Harry to chase after her, "The fireplace, it's boarded up-" he started, but she was already standing there, frowning deeply at the boarded up area.

Finally she glanced at him in irritation, "Well, don't just stand there, boy. Open it up! If there are dementors about, I'm not going back out there without cover! And seeing as whoever was watching you is clearly incompetent, we'll need to contact Dumbledore immediately!"

Harry just stood there, staring at her, "But...you? A squib? But..."

"Of course I'm a squib, boy! You didn't think Dumbledore would just let you go all this time without protection, do you? Wards or no wards, he needed someone to watch over you. And I-" she stood straight proudly, "I was the one he selected. Sorry I was a bit harsh on you over the years, but I needed to be if your family were going to keep sending you to me. Though I suppose charging half what the other sitters charged made a difference too..." she muttered. "Don't just stand there! Get those boards off!"

Harry took a half step forward, when suddenly a blast of...something...whooshed past his head. An instant later his wand was drawn and pointed at the attacker, only to find Elsa standing there, looking at him curiously. "Is that a magic wand? I thought they were only from fairy tales."

"What did you do?" Harry demanded, "What spell did you hit me with!"

Elsa blinked, "Hit you? I didn't hit you. If I hit you, you'd know it. Look."

He glanced down, and to his surprise, the boards covering the fireplace were pure white, covered by ice. "See? Now they're mostly ice. And that makes them my territory." An instant later, they shattered into a million pieces and fell to the floor.

Mrs Figg looked at the boards approvingly, "I see you've made yourself a friend, Mr. Potter." Suddenly she glared at Elsa accusingly, "You're older than 17, aren't you? Wouldn't want you breaking the law on my account. With this boy's luck they'd blame it on him, and who knows what could happen."

"Yes," Elsa said with a half-smile, half-grimace, "I'm... a bit... over 17."

"Good." Mrs. Figg looked between the two of them. Then she looked down to the cold fireplace and sighed, "I don't suppose either of you can start a fire? I just hope this fireplace is still connected to the Flue System. Otherwise I'll have to wait until Mundungus shows his face again...I am going to kill that man!"

Harry looked at Elsa questioningly, but she shrugged; "Sorry, I'm an ice person, not a fire one."

Harry just nodded; honestly, he was just happy that his Aunt Petunia wasn't bothering them. Which was strange, really; normally there was no way she could have missed all the ruckus they were making. He shifted it to the back of his mind; there were more important things to worry about at the moment. He went to the kitchen and grabbed several newspapers and some of Dudley's cereal boxes and a lighter. Hopefully they would burn for long enough for Mrs. Figg to send her message. Returning to the Living room, he put them into the cold fireplace, and soon enough there was a merry little fire blazing in it for the first time in what must have been years.

"Hogwarts Headmaster's Office!" Mrs. Figg called loudly, throwing a pinch of Flue Powder she had pulled from her purse into the flame, mixed with what appears to be dry cat food. A moment later, the kindly voice of Albus Dumbledore came through the fireplace. "Yes?"

"Albus, it's me," Mrs. Figg said quickly, "Harry's been attacked by Dementors, and Mundungus has run off again. I warned you about that man, Albus! I told you he wasn't to be trusted!"

Suddenly, Dumbledore's head appeared in the flames; he looked around the room quickly, glancing over Harry and Mrs. Figg before latching onto Elsa, his eyes crinkling at the corners, "Won't you introduce me to your friend, Harry?"

Harry stared, flabbergasted. Didn't the headmaster even want to check on him to make sure he was okay? Sure, he hadn't actually been attacked by dementors, but Dumbledore couldn't know that, could he? "I wasn't actually attacked by dementors," he said loudly, "But thanks for asking, it means a lot to know you care."

For a moment, Dumbledore's eyes latched onto his, and he looked almost...guilty? Then he almost naturally moved his gaze on to Mrs. Figg, "I'm sorry, Arabella, but I need to go to the Ministry immediately to smooth things out with the minister." His glance shifted to Harry for a split second, then moved on to Elsa, "Harry," he said, not moving his gaze off the girl, "I believe you. Not only because you said it, but because, I am afraid to admit, we have been having you followed over the summer. For your own protection, you understand; we didn't want to detract from your summer at home, so we were sure to be hidden. And Arabella," Dumbledore's gaze shifted back to Mrs. Figg and started twinkling, "I'm afraid don't know what you're talking about, Mundungus hasn't been on shift in weeks. Your current watcher is specially talented at keeping herself hidden; I suggest you go outside and ask the nearest person you see if they know where one Nymphadora Tonks can be found." His eyes twinkled merrily, "I'm sure you'll be able to locate her soon enough."

Harry blinked; they'd had him followed? But... "Professor-" he started, but the headmaster cut him off.

"I'm sorry, Harry, but I must be off to the Ministry. I'm sure we shall have time to speak at a later date. Good day, Arabella, Harry." his eyes shifted to Elsa, and his eyes were curiously absent of their usual twinkle, "I'm sure we shall have the opportunity to converse at a later date, as well."

Elsa nodded regally, and in a puff of smoke, the fire died; the last of the newspapers had burnt up. "Not Mundungus?" Mrs. Figg mumbled, "Then how did you...?"

"I told you, I didn't go anywhere," Harry said angrily, "I've been staying here, alone and miserable, all summer! Just like you people apparently wanted me to!" Mrs. Figg froze, staring at Harry's expression, "Harry-," she said, but Harry continued on, "No letters! Even a bloody 'hello' would have been nice! One moment I'm in that...that graveyard!" he ground the word out like it was a curse. "And the next day I'm back here, being miserable, waiting for Voldemort to appear on my doorstep!"

"Harry!" Mrs. Figg said sharply, "Quiet!"

"Why should I!" Harry yelled, all the bad feelings he'd been repressing all summer long feeling like they were suddenly releasing themselves inside him, "I guess you just want me to be like all of you, and just ignore everyone that cares about you-"

"For god's sake, quiet, Harry!" Mrs. Figg said desperately, "Do you feel that?"

Harry froze; Suddenly, he recognized the feeling that had been making him angrier and more miserable every second. "Dementors?" Mrs. Figg whispered, "Here? That's impossible! The wards shouldn't let anyone or thing that means your harm inside!"

Harry just stared at her for a moment before choking out a laugh, "You're joking, right? Nobody...well, nobody besides Voldemore or the death eaters, anyway, could mean me more harm than the Dursleys."

"Later, Boy!" Mrs. Figg snarled, Follow me, we need to get out of here!" She ran, surprisingly fast for a lady of her age, towards the front door and threw it open. She shrunk back with a squeak at what she saw there. A Dementor stood on the doorstep, hand reaching out for a doorknob that was no longer there. Ice seemed to grip at Harry's Heart, and the windows began to crackle as snowflakes began to crystallize onto them. The Dementor floated near, and Harry fumbled with his wand; "Expecto Patronum!" he tried to call out, but the cold seemed to catch in his throat as he tried to speak, and all that came out was a faint wheeze of breath. "Expecto Patronum!" He tried again; again it died before it reached his throat. The Dementor was drawing nearer now; ignoring Mrs. Figg as it glided towards him. His mother's screams filled his ears, and Voldemort laughed, and Cedric died in front of his eyes. He couldn't...He couldn't...He would never see his friends again.

Suddenly, the image of Ron and Hermione flashed, crystal clear in front of his mind.

He gathered in air, ready to let out a roared patronus...

And suddenly the ice all around him seemed to surge forward, wrapping the Dementor in its clutches. Harry turned in shock, to find Elsa stalking forward, enshrouded in a nimbus of glowing, icy power; her dress abruptly shifted, darkening, with armor appearing along the shoulders and elbows, tiny plates of ice appearing along her jawline. "You." She whispered, balefully glaring at the Dementor, which suddenly seemed tiny in the ice that surrounded it, "Nobody makes me remember that." Her hand reached up, as if to grasp her own heart, and then she twisted her arm out, sending out a blast of energy so cold it seemed to darken the entire room. "Nobody," she whispered, as the blast hit the dementor square in the chest.

For a moment, nothing happened.

And then the dementor slowly fell to the ground, and shattered into a million pieces.

The room was silent for a long moment, as Harry and Mrs. Figg stared disbelievingly at the pile of fragments lying on the floor; tiny wisps of black smoke oozed off them, and its terrible aura quickly drained away.

"Blimey!"

Harry looked up, still stunned, to find a girl with bright pink hair standing in the doorway. She looked down at the remnants of the dementor, wide eyed, then over at Elsa, still breathing heavily and seeming to stare into nothingness, and finally at Harry, staring wide-eyed at all of them.

"Erm...wotcher, Harry," she said awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot. "Sorry I'm late."

Thanks for reading.