I own neither Harry Potter nor Frozen - just borrowing and mixing together.
This is the final chapter set in the Harry Potter universe - it may have been a long introduction, but the scene is now set.
Chapter 3
Sitting on the floor were two objects he had thought to never see again – the Elder wand and the Resurrection Stone.
31 July 1998
Harry swore again; damn it these two bloody things were supposed gone! One broken and the other lost in a forest. How blazes had they managed to appear in his room, intact?!
Harry picked up the two items – really, items gifted to 3 men by Death himself? He snorted, a mixture of angry, amused and confused at the proclivity of the average wizard to believe the stupid. He supposed that having magic allowed a bit of leeway for imagination, but the gullibility that some wizards showed was crazy! All they needed was someone of authority to say something, and it became true all of a sudden.
Harry pocketed the Elder Wand and Resurrection Stone, and called Kreacher.
"Kreacher is here, Master. What can Kreacher be doing for yous?"
"Can you tell Ron and Hermione I'll be back in 10 minutes, and I'll be ready to go then. I just a small errand to… dispose of something."
"Yes Master – Kreacher will pass on your message." 'Pop!'
Harry grabbed his invisibility cloak, threw it over his shoulders and with the same movement, punched through the wards on 12 Grimmauld Place.
With a quiet 'crack!' Harry appeared next to the River Thames. A man not much further up the bank glanced around, but didn't see Harry under his cloak. Harry pulled out the Stone and tossed it as far into the muddy river as he could, before disappearing again.
Landing heavily this time, Harry stumbled. This time, the empty Scottish moor held nothing but the small village of Dores, and the Loch Ness. Harry drew the Elder wand, and held it up to the light. He couldn't find any sign of being broken before, and it flexed happily without cracking. Hoping that it would work, Harry snapped it again, flinging one half in the famous Loch. It could keep the Kelpie that lived there company for all Harry cared. Once again, Harry turned and apparated away.
For the last time, Harry appeared on a mostly unfamiliar landscape. This time the view that greeted him was the banks of the Loch Loyal. He withdrew the last piece of the Elder wand, and pitched it into the deep. He sighed, hoping that he would never again lay eyes on the blasted Wand and Stone again. Harry took a deep breath and sighed once more, focusing on letting go of his irritation; it wouldn't do to spend the rest of today in a funk. Harry turned, and reappeared in his bedroom, once again punching through his wards instead of going around them.
"Kreacher!" Harry called out, sitting down on the edge of his bed to catch his breath. North Scotland was a long ways away – 800km or so.
'Pop!'
"Yes Master?" Kreacher asked, bowing.
"Could you fetch me an invigoration draught? Here –" Harry reached into his money pouch and pulled out several galleons, passing to the house-elf. "Use this to pay."
"Yes Master, of course. Kreacher will be fast!" Kreacher left with a 'Pop!'
Harry sagged back onto his bed; that had taken more out of him than he thought it had. Of course, his impatience had once again hindered him. Pushing through the Anti-Apparition wards (a trick he had learnt from Croaker) was foolish, but Harry hadn't wanted there to be a chance of Ron and Hermione finding out about the Hallows returning. History had shown exactly how dangerous they were, and even the slightest rumour that Harry had collected them wouldn't be good.
'Pop!'
"Kreacher has Master's potion here!" Kreacher exclaimed, holding out the vial to Harry. Taking it Harry swigged it down in one gulp before grimacing at the taste. Taking the vial back, Harry accepted the change from Kreacher. He was already starting to feel better.
"Thank you Kreacher. I'll be back later this afternoon, then." Harry pushed himself off his bed and headed out to find his friends. He faintly heard Kreacher start some cleaning elsewhere on the floor, but put it out of his mind as he tried to think of how he was going to answer Proudfoot's invitation to join the Aurors.
Harry appeared in the Ministry Atrium moments after Ron and Hermione to find that people were already starting to crowd the two. Upon seeing Harry though, Harry's friends were practically forgotten and witches and wizards all crowded him, intent on relaying their greetings – especially on his birthday.
It took nearly 15 minutes for the trio to get through the crowd; it certainly helped once the auror on duty started encouraging people to move on. Harry nodded at the man in thanks, and the three moved over towards the security stand.
"Right, just stand here." Eric Munch, the security guard directed Ron, and waved a Probity Probe at him. "Wand!"
Placing Ron's wand on the odd set of scales, he waited for a moment before grabbing a slip of paper that shot out.
"14 inches, willow, unicorn tail-hair? In use for about 5 years?" Eric asked.
"Uh, yeah."
"Here. Next!" Hermione underwent the same process, as did Harry.
Just as Harry got back his wand, Eric leant in closer and whispered to him.
"I know normally I'm supposed to check all wands coming in, Mr Potter, but I figure you of all people could use a secret secondary wand. Your secrets safe with me, sir." Eric leant back and waved them through, looking pleased with himself.
Harry, on the other hand, started walking away on autopilot, a sense of horror growing. With his holly wand in its holster, he hesitantly put his hand into his robes pocket and confirmed what Eric had said – there was a second wand. Not just any wand, either.
"Shit." Harry muttered, ignoring the startled looks Ron and Hermione gave him. "Hey, I'm just going to duck down to the DoM quickly. Something I need to ask Croaker…"
Ron and Hermione nodded as Harry strode off, looking concernedly after their friend.
"We'll be at the Education department!" Hermione called out after him, before he disappeared into a side door.
"Do ya think he's –" Ron paused. Hermione shook her head.
"He — It might have just been the message that the security guard gave him; I didn't hear it, but I saw it happen."
Harry walked quickly towards the stairs, knowing that they would be quicker to go down a single floor than waiting for a lift. He hurried down them, and quickly flicked a glamour charm and weak notice-me-not charm over himself; the two were enough to make most people dismiss him as an unimportant nobody. Discretion was probably better for this end of the ministry anyway. Harry and Croaker had spent plenty of time coming up with reasons as to why Harry was at the DoM regularly, but it was probably better to not need them if possible.
Harry moved into the circular room that served as the entrance to the DoM, and branched off immediately to the offices that he had been shown the day prior. As he moved to Croaker's office, someone called out.
"Croaker's over in the Death Chamber, if you're looking for him. Just go in quietly – they're finishing off a trial up a level, and let us know that the Veil was on the table for consideration. Sound travels stupidly well in that room, and there's a door that leads straight to the courtroom."
Harry thanked the Unspeakable, and headed back out to the circular chamber again, before calling on the Death Chamber. He peered around the door as he pulled it ajar; hearing and seeing nothing, Harry opened it further and let himself in.
"Mr Potter, what are you doing here?"
Harry finished moving into the room before shutting the door behind him. He hurried down the stairs in that were set in the stands that surrounded that dais, cloak billowing in his haste. As he stepped onto the floor, he stumbled, and missed a spark of magic that crackled into existence just as he did so.
"Something happened – something strange. And I thought you would- you might know somethi-"
"Whoa, slow down. What happened?" Croaker had not missed the spark, but was distracted by Harry's rambling. He dismissed it as accidental magic – rare in adult wizards, but could happen when greatly agitated.
"The Hallows – the Elder wand. It's back!" Harry started reaching into his pocket.
"What?! Mr Potter, out! We're leaving. Don't ta-!"
Harry finished pulling out the Elder Wand, and a familiar white flash stopped the older Unspeakable. To him, Harry had vanished in the white flash.
Harry though, was still in front of him, and suddenly understood what the white flash had done – the Deathly Hallows were reuniting themselves to their owner. To him.
Sure enough, the Cloak of Invisibility was thrown round his shoulders with it's hood over his head, and Harry was sure if he reached again into one of his pockets, he might find the Resurrection Stone. Harry felt the magical build-up like the last time this happened. Except, it only increased in fervour as the Hallows unified. Harry reacted, pushing the Elder Wand into his pocket and redrawing his Holly Wand; but both wands came back, sitting in his hand.
While the two men were both grappling with their own shocks, magic was building up in the room – from above, the Wizengamot was preparing to send a criminal for execution. As normal, the Veil was activated, so that it might be ready for their arrival.
Whether or not the Veil was a portal to Death was debateable. Whether or not the Hallows were gifted to the 3 brothers by Death itself was also debateable; both had origins that lay deep in myth, legend and rumour. What was not debateable was that using any powerful magical item is dangerous; the slightest miscalculation can have disastrous effects.
Introducing the Hallows as the Veil was being prepared for use was a disaster that could never have been predicted. Harry was already reacting as the veil began beating in an absent wind; despite holding two wands, he was able to banish Croaker up the stairs that he had just come down. The spell was so strong that Croaker broke through the door, landing in the circular room.
At that point, already rising because of the magical upset, the DoM wards snapped into place, sealing the Death Chamber from all outside influence.
Harry had other problems, though. He had been thrown back by his spell, and was now lying on the dais, just before the Veil itself. The magical build-up dramatically increased now that Harry and the Hallows were that much closer to the Veil – so much that it began to manifest as visible cyclone of magic and wind, tearing up pieces of the stone amphitheatre it swirled over.
Through the swirling and raging magic, all Harry could hear was a quiet whisper – it sounded like Sirius for a moment, but in another, like his mother. Harry pushed himself up to try and move away, to get out-
Harry stepped backwards without looking, just as one of the large stones flew past. It merely brushed him, but it was enough force to throw Harry headfirst through the Veil.