Hey guys, I'm working hard on finishing this chapter, but until then, here's a small preview to keep you guys entertained!

Keep in mind, I cut out a lot since this is a preview. I do have a lot more written than just this. Some parts are detailed, some I just left bits and pieces of the dialogue. Anyways, here's your special preview to some of Chapter 5 (I have so much more to add)

~Bye my Marshmallows!
~The Slytherin Princess~


Third Person

Chapter IV

And the Year Begins

"You got up a bit earlier than usual," Hermione stated. They both looked to each other, waiting for Elsa's reply.

She found the words to try to explain what happened last night. "Remember the letter I got from Mr. Ollivander?" she said


~Flashback~

"Anna!" I shouted, this seems familiar, but why? I don't remember this happening. my body moved me, flowing behind it, and we ran to Anna. she looked five, meaning I was eight. Except, she had this weird nightgown on, it looked like one that would go with a little antique doll with its fancy and dainty designs. I noticed that I was wearing the same exact one in a blue and purple coloring, hers being orange and green. I held Anna in my lap and cried for Mom and Dad, calling them by a different name. "Mama! Papa!" I yelled as I witnessed a streak of Anna's ginger hair turn a pure white, similar to mine. My parents bursted in, but they weren't my parents. The woman had short brown hair, like a pixie cut, and was dressed in fancy clothing and the man had on a suit that one would wear to a ball with his epaulets and many medals shining on a maroon sash he wore.

"Elsa, what happened?!" he asked, I didn't know what to say, so confused and frazzled by what was happening, I didn't understand it. The woman pulled Anna into her arms, taking her away from me and feeling Anna's temperature. I wanted to shout for Mione, but every time I tried, my mouth wouldn't open leaving me to just helplessly watch.

"She's ice cold," The woman frantically said, pulling Anna even closer to her, trying to warm her up.

"I know where we need to go," the man said, leaving, but coming back soon with a map found in a book from the library, or so they said. Anna, the man, and the woman left to try to heal my ginger-haired sister, my body also going and leaving me behind as I watched them leaving the frozen ballroom, which seemed to grow even larger with them gone, making me feel lonelier in the center of the frozen mess.

"What is this? What's happening? Where did this come from?" I asked myself. I started to curl up, wanting to wake up until I heard a familiar and calming voice.

"Well, that seemed heavy," he said, floating down from his small perch on the ceiling. He came down to me and filled me with relief when I saw he was my Jack Frost, no old or weird clothing, just the same barefooted, white-haired, blue frosted-over hoodie wearing, prankster, Jack Frost.

"Jack!" I cried, ramming into the young adult. He returned my embrace and hugged me tighter. I didn't understand anything else that happened in this dream, but I did understand that Jack was here to help. "Jack, I don't understand? What happened? What's going on? What did I just see?" I looked up from his warm chest into his comforting eyes.

He gave a sigh like he wanted to tell me, but just couldn't. "I'm sorry Els. I promise I will explain everything to you, but just not right now. You're about to wake, so all I can say is good luck at Hogwarts," and just like that, he slowly disappeared from my dream, and I followed suit soon after.

~Flashback over~


"... and that is what happened, at least, that is what I can remember happening," Elsa said.


~Meanwhile, down with the Slytherins~

"She hasn't woken up yet, should we…" the girl who was speaking trailed off for approval, holding up her bucket of ice water.

"If she still isn't up by then, then yes."

"Alright, do it," Pansy said. It's the first day; they needed to make good first impressions.

"Are you coming?" she asked and they gave up, following the Asian bluenette as they headed to the common room.

"What did we just see?"

"Sorry?" Ash questionly said. It's not my fault I needed to finish the last few chapters of the latest Perry Johnson* book.

"What did you do?" the girl asked, not even sure how to form the question.

"When you grow up like I did, you learn to woman up," she explained.


"Where are you going?" Draco asked, "we're supposed to sit at our house table."

"See ya," Ash replied, leaving them behind and having the last word. "'Sup, Queenie. How you doing, Mione?" Cryst politely asked. What was his name again? Barry? Larry? Gary? No, wait, it was- "Hey, you're Harry, right?"

"Yeah, he's the Harry Potter, what's it to ya, Snake?" Where have I seen him before? Oh right, he was the kid before Blaise.

"Right, and you're, what was it, Something Weasel, right?" Ron tried to intercept, but Ashes continued without a beat. "Anyways, I hope we have a fun year together," Ash said with a small smile.

"How do you know Harry, just trying to talk to him 'cause he's famous, and how do you know my name too? Is calling me a weasel supposed to be an insult? Just who do you think you are, Snake?" he said somewhat defensively as if Ashes somehow offended him.

"Well, let's see. One, you don't think you're the only one who can be friends with the all high-and-mighty Harry Potter, now do you? My dear friend, Elsa, here has been friends with Harry since they coincidentally met in Diagon Alley, which happened to actually be before you two met on the train. Two, I know your name just like I know most of the other names in First Year, I actually listened when Professor McGonagall called them out. Three, I called you 'Weasel' because I remember hearing that being a part of your last name. Oh, did you forget you have one? It comes after your middle one. And four, you should know my name, at least a piece of it, if you paid attention, you know, like how I did for you and basically everybody else. Now, if you think my name is 'Snake' then you are poorly wrong because it's not. My name is Ashes Crystal Moon, but to you, it's Moon. Don't even try calling me by my first or middle name, because you aren't my friend, and only my friends are allowed to call me anything else. Don't worry, It shouldn't be too hard to remember, just think of the big bright glow-y ball in the night sky. Crazy, right?" Ashes said, saying the last part with fake enthusiasm before making her excuse to leave, "Now, if you'll excuse me, classes are going to start soon." The young serpent turned and left. Ron! That's his name, oh well, I'ma stick with Weasel. Most eyes followed her as they had been since Ron decided to make it a big deal and start asking her rapid-fire questions.


"Not much of a rivalry if they can't get up on our level."

"Why didn't you just curse him?" Pansy asked.

"With all these witnesses, someone is bound to report, and we can't be the first," Ashes said.


They were much too late to even be called tardy. Ron and Harry ran into the class, finding seats in front of Hermione, who was next to Ashes, and thought themselves lucky for the teacher not being there, just a brown tabby cat sitting on Prof. McGonagall's desk.

"Thank goodness Prof. McGonagall isn't here right now. I bet she would take off house points for that!" Ron loudly whispered to Harry as they pulled out their books.

"Yes, she would, in fact, she's taking ten points off, right now," Prof. McGonagall's voice said. The boys looked to the source and saw the Transfiguration professor in place of where the cat once was. "You two are very late. Five points from Gryffindor, I'm very disappointed you. The first day and I'm already having to take points off my own house," McGonagall stated.

"We were lost!" Ron said, trying to justify their lateness.

"Then find a map and use it," McGonagall finished.


"Bye Mione!" Ashes said, before noticing the two Gryffindors walking up to the group. "Oh, look who it is. Does the Great Harry Potter and his little Weasel, think they're too good for Hogwarts to be on time for class?" she mocked before continuing, "Hermione, I hope you'll be okay having classes with those two. You too Nev and Seamus, was it?" the Slytherin said, questioning the klutzy wizard's name.

"Yep, and you're surprisingly nice for a Slytherin," Seamus answered.

"If every Slytherin out there really wanted to take over the world, it would've been done a long time ago, I mean, one of the greatest Slytherin alumni is Merlin the Great," the blue-haired Asian said as she left for her next class.

"You know, she's not wrong," Hermione said as the group of Gryffindors made their way to their next class, Herbology.


"You're like the epiphany of a classic B.G. and H.C.A. princess, just not as naive. Plus, you don't need a man, although that Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, seems to be into you."

Elsa was slightly pink at her friend's last words, shaking her head to make it go away, before rejecting the notion, "I do not even know Draco that well-"

"-Not yet-" Padma interjected.

"Besides, what do you even mean by B.G. and H.C.A. anyways?"

"The Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Anderson, of course,*, the best fairytale authors of our time!" Padma said as she started to gush about the famous writers the rest of the way to Charms.

"Well, I wasn't cold either, and I slept the whole night in just my hoodie, some sleep-shorts, and a tank top," Ash said, saving Elsa from having to reply to Padma's comment.

"Really? Those dungeons are cold as winter, but I guess I'm not surprised. Snakes are cold-blooded reptiles after all," a voice said. The three girls turned to seat directly behind them, finding a fair-skinned girl with hazel eyes and black-blue hair that went down to the middle of her back in two cornrows sporting Ravenclaw robes with a large smirk on her face.

"I'm sorry, but who are you? And why do you think your opinion about me matters?"

"It's sad if you don't know who I am, but since you're just a little orphan girl, I'll show some empathy, I'm Jessie, but you know what? You can call me Jess. As for why my opinion matters, well that's just because it's who I am, I'm kind, generous, lovely-"

"Says who? Oh, I think you forgot humble,"

"-yes, that too, and so much more. By giving others my opinion, I help them become better people. Now, who are you?"

"Wow, let's just start with this. One, you look like you couldn't decide who to imitate, Elsa or me, so you did her braids with an off-color of my hair in two, like my amazing pigtails from yesterday, which I must say, thank you, imitation is one of the most obvious signs of flattery."

"Hey! I-" "Ooooooo!"

"Two, I'm sorry, am I supposed to know who you are when we just got here last night and this is literally the first time I've ever had a class with you. The only person I remember named Jess and sorted into Ravenclaw last night had green eyes and blonde hair, which by the way looks better on you than trying to be someone you're not."

"Ooooooo!" "I-"

"Three, did you honestly ask who I am? Me, the person you just insulted? I thought you were a Ravenclaw, you may look like one and wear the robes, but you sure ain't smart enough if you can't seem to remember how I roasted Weasel during breakfast, which was what, about an hour and a half ago? We only spend close to 45 minutes in each class. Also, who insults somebody without even knowing who that person is? Weren't you taught manners? I mean, most people who are publically known at least know how to respect others."

"Ooooooo!"

"Last, but definitely not least, when you called me an orphan, I'm pretty sure you also said little. Now, depending on the person, it might not matter, but from you who, one, doesn't know who I am, and two, is the same age and year as me, it's just wrong. You realize that calling me little is like calling yourself little, right? Honey, I'm not a little cutie with no understanding of how the real world works. I'm an 11-year old child, just like you and basically every other student in this classroom. I grew up a lot faster than I should've, taking care of a lot of the younger ones at my orphanage. And the way that I'm talking to you right now is just how I would to them, slowly, with enunciation, making sure that every word I say is understood by you so that you know how to better yourself. In that way, we are similar, we want to help others. The difference is that you think that bringing a person down with insults is going to help, but it's not. When you actually try to help someone other than yourself, you're going to care about that person and how they feel. You're going to show compassion, not pity. You're going to use kind words, not berating ones. Most importantly, you're going to be humble, you're going to know when you're not the best, and you're going to know when you've. Just. Been. Roasted."

For a whole moment, the room fell dead silent, then all together, they started going at once. Slytherins and Ravenclaws alike patted the ocean-haired girl on the back, giving rounds of applause. Ashes sat back in her seat, arms crossed, and smug smirk resting on her face. She looked to Draco and Blaise, who were at first shocked by her straight-up savageness even though they had already seen a peak of it this morning, and they gave her a nod in acknowledgment. Ashes just gave a small giggle and a wink as the rest of the class started to (not really) calm down as Professor Flitwick finally walked into the classroom.


Thanks for reading and get ready for when the whole chapter comes out!

*Edited* For those of you who do ask, no this will not be like Disney's Frozen all over again, though there will be some mentions of it and it will play a role in throughout the book.