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First attempts in magic

As soon as Elsa stepped into the Great Hall, everyone stared at her. The way to the Ravenclaw table was accompanied by whispers and stares. Fred, Kristoff and George came over to her seat when they saw her and asked Elsa why she didn't say a word about her family. Elsa was more than grateful that her new friends understood that she didn't say a word about her family, because she wanted to find friends who liked her for who she was rather than her family relations to the headmaster.

The whispers and stares didn't stop the entire week, but Elsa ignored it as best she could. And she had to admit that it wasn't so difficult to ignore them, because she concentrated on finding her way through the castle labyrinth to her classes, which was a very difficult task due to the size of the castle, staircases that changed their directions now and Peeves, the poltergeist who loved playing pranks on students. The house ghosts – except for Sir Nicholas, Gryffindor's house ghost – weren't helping either. Kristoff once encountered Peeves, which ended in Kristoff being drenched in ice cold water, because Peeves dropped a bucket over Kristoff's head. To say he was in a bad mood was an understatement. But fortunately that was the only incident.

At first Elsa thought learning magic was as easy as playing with her ice magic, but reality caught up with her right in the first Transfiguration lesson. Professor McGonagall transformed her pointy hat into a bird and back into her hat again. Fred, George and Elsa were eager to learn that, but of course they had to start with something smaller. They had to transform a leaf into a quill. But no one managed it in the first lesson. Fred and George got frustrated by the end of the week – like most other students too. Elsa however managed the task and earned her first points for Ravenclaw. The other subjects turned out to be just as difficult as Transfiguration, if not more difficult. In Astronomy, which they had every Wednesday night which Ravenclaw had together with Hufflepuff, they learned all the names of the planets, the possible constellations and meanings. Elsa and Kristoff had not idea, how they should be able to remember all that. Elsa was grateful that they had to go outside into the greenhouses behind the castle for Herbology class, but like in Astronomy, they had to learn a lot of names of plants, for what they were used and where the plants could be found and that was a large amount of knowledge they had to keep in their minds.

One of the easier lessons for Elsa was Charms. Maybe it was because of Professor Flitwick, a short and old wizard who needed a pile of books to stand on to be able to look over his desk, so he could see his class, and house teacher of Ravenclaw. Elsa liked him and the first few spells they learned were simple and Elsa managed the spells in two lessons. Although History of Magic was an easy subject, it was boring. All four agreed to that. Professor Binns, a ghost, who taught the subject, didn't make it interesting. He only rattled down his topics he wanted to teach in class without noticing his students.

"Flying is not so difficult, Elsa." George encouraged her, while the three were walking outside. They went to their first flying lesson, while Kristoff went to Herbology right now. "Yeah, Charlie and Bill taught us how to fly."

"And? I've never tried it before. What if I fail miserably?!" Elsa worried. She didn't have the advantage of an older sibling or her parents showing her the stuff she needed to know. But Fred waved dismissively with his hand. "You worry too much! Relax, you can do it." But Elsa wasn't convinced. Gryffindors and Ravenclaws stood in two rows facing each other behind the brooms. "Good morning class!" Madame Hooch greeted them. The class greeted back. "Alright, now step forward to the left side of your broom, hold your hand over the broomstick and say 'up'." Madame Hooch instructed. They did what they were told. "Up." Elsa ordered her broom, but nothing happened. To her relief, George had problems too. She couldn't suppress a grin that formed on her face. Fred needed only one attempt. "Up." Elsa ordered her broom again, but again nothing happened. Gradually one broom after the other flew up in the hand of the student. Only a few still lay on the ground. Elsa was frustrated that nothing she tried worked on her broom. She bit her lower lip as she had an idea. Quickly she looked left and right, if someone looked into her direction, but saw no one; therefore she used her ice magic to push her broom upwards right into her right hand.

"Hey George what's taking you so long?" Fred asked teasingly and pointed at the broom, which was still lying on the ground. "Even Elsa managed and she said she has no experience in flying. That's embarrassing."

"Oh shut up Fred!" George said over Elsa. Since he said the word 'up' a bit louder than the rest of his sentence, the broom flew up and hit George right in the face, because his attention clearly was towards his twin brother. "Hey! Stop laughing! It happens!" George complained, but had a smirk on his face. Fred's laughter stopped as soon as he saw Elsa's glare. "Be nice!" was the only thing she said.

"Alright, now get onto your brooms, both hands on the broomstick. When I blow into my whistle, you slightly push your feet off the ground, lean forward for a moment, and then come down." Madame Hooch instructed after she saw that everyone had his broom in the hand. "Three, two, one…" she counted before blowing into her whistle. Everyone did what they were told. At first Elsa was uncertain on her broom, a bit shaky. She almost lost her balance on the broom, if not Fred managed to grab her elbow and pull her up again. "Thanks!" she said. Fred only nodded. He and George stayed at each side of Elsa, giving her extra safety in case she would fall. But luckily nothing happened.

Although Elsa got more and more certain the longer she sat on the broom, she preferred to keep her feet on the ground. "Hey Kristoff how did Herbology go?!" Fred shouted when he saw Kristoff walking a few feet before them. The blonde-haired boy stopped and turned around. He shrugged. "Okay, I think… I don't really know… How did the flying lesson go?"

"Okay…" Elsa shrugged. Kristoff raised an eyebrow questioningly, but said nothing. "George was hit by his broom."

"Stop mocking me for that Fred!" George said slightly annoyed.

"Really? Yesterday when we had the flying lesson with the Slytherins one of them, I think it was McCravery, told everyone confidentially that he was the best when it came to flying, but…"

"Let me guess, it didn't end well…"

"No it didn't," Kristoff confirmed with a grin, remembering McCravery's face, when he fell. "He jumped high in the air and he couldn't control the broom. After about two minutes he fell to the ground, a broken arm. Madame Hooch brought him to the hospital wing and told us the lesson was over".

"Maybe his name should have been McCrazy…" George suggested, Fred and Kristoff laughed. Elsa however sighed; she was slightly annoyed, while the boys laughed. "Oh come on Elsa, admit it's a bit funny."

"No! I could have fallen too!"

"Yeah, but you didn't."

"Doesn't matter!"

"What happened?" Kristoff asked. Of course he had to asked, because he wasn't there. Fred told Kristoff what happened. "Oh I see." Kristoff said when Fred finished.

Fred and George took Elsa between them. "We wouldn't have let you fall." George said. Elsa only nodded. The four went inside the castle and into the Great Hall for tea.

The next morning Elsa and Kristoff went down to the dungeon, where Potions would take place. "It's a bit chilly here." Kristoff commented, wrapping his robe tighter around his body. Elsa only shrugged. "Aren't you cold?"

"No." she simply answered. What else should she say? Her friends didn't know about her ice magic and in turns didn't know that the cold never bothered her. And for now Elsa wanted to stay it that way.

When they arrived the most seats were taken by their classmates. Elsa and Kristoff found two empty seats in the first row and sat down. Obviously the others didn't want to sit in the first row either and went earlier down here.

"I heard Snape would favor the Slytherins and only the Slytherins." Kristoff whispered to Elsa. "I heard that too. The others said he is strict and doesn't tolerate mistakes".

"Marcus Jensen, our Prefect, said he wanted to teach Defense of the Dark Arts, but wasn't allowed to. I wonder why". Elsa shrugged and both jumped slightly when the door was thrown open. With a bang, the door hit the wall behind and then fell shut behind Severus Snape, who went to the front with quick steps and a fluttering rope. It went death silent as Snape turned around and looked through the crowd. It was so silent; Elsa could hear her beating heart. "There will not be silly wand waving and spell mumbling in this class! For the few of you, who actually possess a certain degree of talent, I will teach you the delicate art of brewing potions." Snape said in a low and even voice, but everyone could hear it clearly. Elsa swallowed. She felt uncomfortable, because Snape had a fearful and threatening aura.

"Ah…" Snape mumbled when he read the list with all the names. His gaze fell onto Elsa. She swallowed again and wasn't surprised when he came over to her. "Ms. Dumbledore…" he addressed her with an evil grin. Elsa couldn't describe it any other way. "What would I get, if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Snape asked. Was he asking her or the entire class? Elsa shifted in her seat under the intense glare of Snape's cold black eyes. She glanced to Kristoff who only shrugged, signaling her he had no idea too. Elsa bit her bottom lip. What should she do? Admit that she had no idea? Or shrug? Stay quiet? Would there be consequences if she didn't know the answer? In the other classes this wasn't a problem. But somehow Elsa thought this wouldn't go well if she said nothing. Also she knew she read something about the topic Snape asked her about, but she couldn't remember it clearly.

"Well…" Snape snarled, "It seems as if a famous name isn't everything. Right, Ms. Dumbledore? Let's try ag-"

The opening of the door cut Snape off. Two Ravenclaws entered the classroom in a rush. They hurried to the only empty seats in the first row beside Elsa and said nothing. Elsa thought it was rude not to apologize when you are late. But it wasn't her problem. "Twenty points from Ravenclaw each!" Snape said sharply. "What?!" protested Michael Harrison, a short boy with black hair and brown eyes who looked more like he was nine than eleven. "You can't do this… sir!" Michael added, but that caused his friend James Herington to step onto his foot to silence him.

"I can't?" Snape asked with false disbelief and an evil smirk appeared on his face. Elsa was for a moment relieved that his attention was not on her. "Again ten points from Ravenclaw and detention for you Mr. Harrison". After the two boys sat and put out their stuff which they would need for the lesson, Snape turned around to Elsa again. "Where would you loo-"

"It's a sleeping potion." Elsa blurted out. For a moment Snape looked genuinely confused. "What?"

"It's the answer to your question Professor." Elsa replied, now sounding a bit more confident than before, "You get a very powerful sleeping potion, when you add powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood. It's also known as the Draught of Living Death". For a long moment Snape silently stared at her and Elsa was uncertain of what that meant. Couldn't he believe that her answer was right? Was he angry that she cut him off again? Or was the answer entirely wrong?

"Where would you look, if I told you to bring me a bezoar?" Snape asked then.

"It's a stone of the stomach of a goat and is used as an antidote for the most potions". The answer was easy and so her reply was quick. Snape still glared intensively at her. "What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"Um, there is no difference Professor. It's the same plant." she answered dutifully. For less than a split second Elsa thought she could see the corners of Snape's lips go up, but it was too short to be sure. Maybe she just imagined it, remembering what Kristoff told her minutes before the beginning of the lesson. "Five points for Ravenclaw." he said almost inaudible and turned to face the whole class. Again, Snape looked into the crowd. "Why don't you write the answers down?"

Ten minutes later, after everyone finished writing, they were paired up and had to brew a simple potion that would cure boils. While everyone worked, Snape went through the room criticizing everyone, without exception. Elsa and Kristoff silently crushed their snake fangs, when suddenly a thick gray smoke rose from James' cauldron. Everyone in the room had to cough heavily and suddenly James' cauldron exploded and flew high above until under the ceiling and then landed with a loud clutter in front of the table. Its orange content was emptied over Elsa, James, Michael and Kristoff. Elsa and James, who were in the middle, were drenched with the orange liquid that caused burn blisters. Kristoff and Michael had only a few burn blisters on their hands and cheeks.

"Are you alright Elsa?" Kristoff asked concerned. Before Elsa could assure him she would be fine once she'd get to Madame Pomfrey, Snape came over to their tables with quick steps and dark glare on his face. "You foolish boy what did you do?! Forgot the stewed horned slugs, eh?" Snape sneered and put out his wand. With one quick wave, the liquid and cloud disappeared and everyone could breathe properly again. "Mr. Bjorgman take Ms. Dumbledore to the hospital wing immediately." Snape ordered and turned back to James and Michael, "Why didn't you stop him Harrison? Thought you would look good if he did it wrong, did you?"

Elsa and Kristoff didn't listen to Snape and the others; they threw their stuff into their bags and hurried out of the room as far away from the dungeon as they could. When they reached the next floor they slowed down. "Does it hurt? Shall I carry our bag?" Kristoff asked concerned. "It's okay Kristoff thanks. It hurts a little." Elsa replied with a warm smile. "Guess Ravenclaw will lose more house points."

"Yeah, but you got some house points for your house. Don't forget that. I think it's rare that Snape gives house points – at least older students told me that."

"Guess so…"

"How did you know all these answers by the way? I didn't know one and I looked around, no one else knew." Kristoff asked several moments later. They crossed the big entrance hall and went upstairs. Elsa grinned sheepishly. "I cheated a bit." she admitted. She chuckled when she saw Kristoff's surprised look. "Never thought you would do that."

"Well… I used the moment, when Snape's attention was on Michael and James to look through my potions book. Pure luck I found the right page so quickly. And the other questions weren't so difficult because I looked through the book yesterday".

"First Potions lesson, hm?" Madame Pomfrey asked them, when they entered the hospital wing. "How did you know?"

"Believe me Mr. Bjorgman I work long enough to know what happened to students who were in Professor Snape's lesson right before they come here. You aren't the first and won't be the last." she said gently and pointed to two beds. "Sit down, I'm right back." she ordered them. Elsa and Kristoff did what they were told and waited only a minute until the nurse came back, a bottle in her hand. She conjured two glasses with her wand and filled them with a red liquid. She handed each one a glass. "Drink that out and lay down for a while. Don't worry you will be fine."

Kristoff drank a large sip of the juice and made a grimace. "Umgh…."

"What have you expected Mr. Bjorgman? Strawberry juice? It will help." Madame Pomfrey said amused and looked at Elsa expectantly. Elsa gulped and sipped at the liquid. She instantly wanted to spit it out. It tasted like rotten eggs. Both students gulped the liquid down, trying not to spit it out. Satisfied when Madame Pomfrey saw the empty glasses, she went back to her office and told them she would look after them in ten minutes again.

After ten minutes Madame Pomfrey appeared again and looked them up and down. Kristoff looked fine again, but there were still some burn blisters on Elsa's face. Madame Pomfrey filled her glass with the same liquid and instructed her to drink it. Elsa grimaced but gulped it down with shut eyes. "You can go Mr. Bjorgman…"

"I am waiting until Elsa can go." Kristoff interrupted the nurse. She nodded. "Alright, she can go in ten minutes, I think. But let me look over her before you two go." she said and disappeared again.

"Thankfully it's not permanently." Elsa sighed.

"Yeah, could have been worse." Kristoff agreed. "I wonder what Fred and George will tell after their first Potions lesson. What do you think; will they manage to brew the potion?"

"No, I would say the two start arguing in the middle of brewing the potion." Elsa said with a smile on her face, trying to picture the scene that could happen later that day. "I heard the two argued in DADA and it turned out not quite well…"

As promised Madame Pomfrey let Elsa go ten minutes later. All blisters had disappeared, thankfully. Only her robe was ruined and she needed a new one. Fortunately it wasn't urgent, because she had two more robes and uniforms she could wear.

They met Fred and George at the entrance to the Great Hall, when they went downstairs. "What happened in the dungeon? We asked several classmates of yours where you were and they told us you were in the hospital wing".

"We were." Elsa confirmed and Kristoff added that it was a small accident that happened in Potions, nothing to worry about. "What kind of accident?" Fred wanted to know. Elsa and Kristoff shrugged dismissively. "Take that advice, read the recipe for the potion carefully and do what it says. Nothing else, no interpretations." Elsa said.

"Huh? What potion did you have to brew?" George asked. "Was it something dangerous?" That made Elsa and Kristoff laugh. "It could be painful if you're not careful." Kristoff admitted. "And don't protest when Snape criticizes you or take house points away. Believe me, the protest isn't worth it." Elsa added.

"Okaaay…" Fred and George said confused. The four went into the Great Hall for lunch and parted ways to get to their tables. "Good luck afterwards!" Elsa waved the twins, who just nodded, a bit intimidated from Elsa and Kristoff's explanations.

As it turned out, Fred and George had no better luck with Snape than Kristoff and Elsa. Gryffindors lost ten points, while Slytherin received ten points (due to unfairness as Fred and George reported), but fortunately no one got hurt during their Potions lesson.

Saturday morning landed a stone gray owl in front of Elsa with a short note in the beak. Elsa took and read it through.

Dear Elsa,

How about tea and delicious chocolate biscuits in the afternoon? I would love to hear about your first week at Hogwarts.

Love Grandfather

Elsa glanced at the teachers' table and nodded when Dumbledore looked in her direction. Then she pulled out some parchment and wrote a letter to Anna, like she promised her sister at King's Cross. In the end her letter was longer than she expected. There was definitely a lot to tell Anna and Elsa was sure her sister would be overjoyed, when she read it. "Bring this to Anna in Arendelle, Norway." she instructed the owl and gave the animal the envelope. The owl immediately left the Great Hall with her new task.

Together with the others Elsa left the Great Hall after breakfast. They went to the library to do some homework for a couple of hours so they would have time afterwards. "We are visiting Hagrid later this afternoon. Are you coming too, Elsa?" Kristoff asked. But Elsa declined, "No sorry. I am meeting my grandpa for tea."

"Ah, well maybe next time?"

"Of course." Elsa replied.

"Hey!" Fred said loudly, receiving everyone's attention; especially from the librarian. The other three saw how an older boy with brown hair and green eyes, pushed Fred aside to get better access to the book shelf, Fred stood in front of.

I know nothing really exciting happened in this chapter, but I hope you liked it nonetheless. Who do you think the boy at the end of the chapter was? If you have any ideas or suggestions what could happen in the two years before Harry and Co. joins Elsa in Hogwarts, feel free to tell me. Please don't forget to review.