So… Some of you want Elsa to participate in the Triwizard tournament fourth year. I don't wanna crash any hopes or anything, but I haven't planned such thing. For one, you have to be 17 to participate (and Harry only participates cuz someone else threw his name into the goblet of fire and "hexed" it somehow), and why would someone from the hp universe want Elsa in the tournament? It's not like anyone has their eyes on her yet *hint, hint, wink, wink* But don't worry, dear readers, I have more than enough planned for Elsa in the fourth year. There'll be lots of drama and something important is gonna be revealed…
Kramer53: 1) YES, I plan on people finding out. Just not yet xD 2) read above
Sir V: 1) read above 2) Actually I don't want to say too much about my plans for the future. Like I said in earlier chaps, I have everything planned out till the 7th year… xD But yes, SOME TIME during the seven school years she'll become an orphan
Poppymoore1204: 1) Draco's revenge will be something great I think (haven't really thought about it, just came to me as I wrote the chap XD) 2)YES, she'll get a little unexpected power boost, but not till the next chap or the one after :3
Sondrex76: Ahaha XD yeah, I looked it up on google, they use petrified there xD. And for the other questions: Yes, I know it, but I won't tell you XD You'll just have to keep reading I guess XD
Grassrfire101: Look at what I wrote to sondrex76 above. I won't tell, just have to keep reading XD
Gorgeousoxtg: Actually I already had someone else in mind XD Was thinking about Pansy Parkinson… I didn't even think of Daphne Greengrass. Why her? XD
Patronus12: 1) Don't worry, as the story goes, there will be more Harelsa and Drelsa, that'll make your decision easier (or harder?) XD 2) I know it's only 2 houses each class, but I need it to be that way for jealousy scenes and stuff… My story my rules XD 3) Good you understand XD Also… yes, in my opinion the fourth year is going to be the best. Lots of drama and romance (sowee for romance haters, I try to keep it low) XD
Rolexander: Wooooon't tell. We won't find out about the dream-people of the second chapter till… uh… maybe the fifth year.
Sephiroth Cresent-Valentine: Kinda a good idea, but that would be a little too cliché, don't ya think? Also, I made Draco bring Elsa to the infirmary in the first year and I don't want to repeat that too soon… But thanks for giving me ideas XD
Sil: Not sure about Cho yet, I don't like her that much xD
Abs24: Thanks, but there are plenty other frozenHP xovers XD And coooooooool, if I need your help with the fourth year and Madame Maxime I know who to talk to XD
All the other reviewers: Thanks for reviewing! It means much to me that you like my story :3 Makes me wanna write more, just for you guys XD
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or Frozen
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Before we could get some teachers to look at the mess, almost all of the students came from different hallways. They stopped and gasped, some of them cried, and Malfoy yelled: "Enemies of the Heir, beware! You'll be next, Mudbloods!"
Why would he say that? Before any of us four could explain, Mr. Filch stepped out from the crowd of students and looked in horror at his pet. It didn't take a genius to tell he was beyond mad. He didn't get far with insulting us when Professor McGonagall and Snape showed up.
When they saw what happened, they shooed the students to their common rooms… except for us. Professor Dumbledore showed up, just as the prefects started to bring their houses to the common rooms.
Mr. Filch started insulting us again, not leaving us any time to explain. Snape also started suspecting Harry and voiced that out loud. Thankfully the headmaster made him be quiet and let us talk. We told him how we just went to get Harry and Ron from their detention with Lockhart – who nodded when the other teachers looked at him – and how we wanted to go to our common rooms, when we came across this scene.
When Professor Snape asked where we girls were before getting Harry and Ron, we told him that Hermione was tutoring a girl from her house in the library with many witnesses and I was at the bathroom with the Moaning Myrtle. The head of Slytherin sneered, but Dumbledore spoke up.
"Well, seems our four students have an alibi each." Mr. Filch sniffled how I've never seen him do before.
"But Mrs. Norris… I… I want someone be punished!"
"Don't worry Argus… When Professor Sprout's mandrakes are old enough, we'll brew a potion to heal her. Until then… we'll just have to look out. We can't anything like that happen again…" We were told to leave and we were more than glad to oblige.
"Why does something like that always happen to us?" Hermione shook her head at Ron's whining.
"We just let the professors take care of it. There's no need for us to interfere… we can be glad we got off the hook this time…" Harry and I agreed and we parted at the entrance to the Ravenclaw common room.
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Two days later Transfiguration was on our schedule. We had to turn the pets on our desk into goblets. Ron was told to go first, but with his broken wand it was a little… strange. It clearly was a goblet… but it had fur and a rat's tail.
Professor McGonagall shook her head and told him to get a new one as soon as possible. Before the deputy headmistress could continue with her class, Hermione raised her hand.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"Professor… what exactly is the chamber of secrets?" Ever small murmur that had filled the classroom before vanished. It was death quiet. The Professor first didn't seem like she wanted to tell us, but we kinda didn't give her another choice.
"Well… A long time ago, when the four founders of Hogwarts started school, they decided themselves who would come to which house. One of them, Salazar Slytherin, wasn't happy with how the other three chose their students. In his opinion, only pure bloods should be allowed to study in Hogwarts. He wanted to throw out every muggle born child. There was a huge argument, which resulted in Slytherin leaving Hogwarts. According to legend, he built a going-away present to the school in the form of a secret chamber that could only be opened by his true heir. This "Chamber of Secrets" contains a monster that only the Heir of Slytherin can control and that, once released, would purge the school of all muggle-borns. However, this castle has been searched many times, but this chamber was never found. We are sure it doesn't exist… so… don't worry."
The tension was too great to not be worried. There were many muggle-borns, Hermione, almost all of the Hufflepuffs… and me. But the monster from the chamber couldn't know that… could it?
Professor McGonagall could feel the tension too and tried to relieve it. "So… Mister Goyle, would you like to try the spell?"
Harry, Ron, Hermione and I looked at each other with worry.
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After Transfiguration and a double dose of Charms it was time for lunch. We all weren't that hungry, so we rather used the time to discuss the happenings. Of course we couldn't talk in the great hall with everyone around us being able to hear. So we decided to go to Myrtle's bathroom. No one ever goes in there because of her.
Somehow people didn't like her… and she didn't like them either. Well, she seemed to like Harry and me, with Ron she was neutral, and Hermione… let's say she didn't like her that much.
However, we were sitting on the ground there and talking about the chamber of secrets.
"I thought you said we should just let it go and leave it to the professors…" Ron shook his head as he looked at the bushy haired girl, who sighed.
"I know… but you heard what McGonagall said. They don't even believe the chamber exists. They think this is all just some kind of prank!" Harry nodded in agreement.
"Besides… Harry hearing these strange voices isn't really what you'd call normal… even for a wizard." This time we all nodded.
"But what if this really is just a prank?" I looked at three pairs of eyes and Hermione sighed again.
"What if it's not?" I could just shrug.
"Well, I think the only way to find out is asking Malfoy." We all frowned and looked at Harry, who explained.
"McGonagall said the heir of Slytherin is the only one who could open the chamber – if it really exists. Malfoy is in Slytherin, born in a complete pure-blood family and hates all muggle-borns. You heard what he yelled when we found the writing… if the chamber really exists, Malfoy probably knows about it." That sounded logical. But… would Draco really do such thing?
I sighed inwardly. Of course he would. I mean… I hated myself for thinking that way, but after the stuff he pulled the past few weeks I really thought he was capable of doing things like these. Maybe this was his way of revenge? Ron pulled me out of my thoughts.
"But how do you want to ask him? Just walk up and be like 'Hey Malfoy, I know you hate us, but are you the heir of Slytherin?'? I don't think that will work. He hates us, just like we hate him."
Again three pairs of eyes were locked on me. I shook my head immediately. "Oh no, forget it. At the moment he hates me just as bad. And remember, I'm still trying to avoid talking to him."
"Aw come on. You just have to-" Hermione was interrupted by Harry.
"No, Elsa's right. We shouldn't force her to talk to Draco if she doesn't want to. There has to be another way. I know you, Hermione… you always have backup plans…"
Hermione sighed for the third time now and nodded.
"I do… but the problem is… it's kinda illegal." We looked at each other and gulped.
"I read something about a potion that makes you able to transform into another person. We could use it to transform into Crabbe, Goyle and some other Slytherin to ask him questions about the chamber…" That sounded like a plan. An illegal plan, but the only plan we had.
"How long does it take to brew it?" Ron asked, probably afraid there could be other victims.
"One month." Silence. Did we really want to risk being thrown out because of something that could be just a prank?
"So… we'd better start then, huh?"
Apparently we did…
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Hermione started brewing the potion in one of the sinks in Myrtle's bathroom. The ghost had promised to scare everyone out that wanted to go in there.
Draco was back to being himself from the first year. Snobbish and being mean to everyone else. He had tried to talk to me several times, but I was always a little faster than him, and soon he gave up.
Harry had been a real good friend these times. More than once he distracted Draco when I was running from him and made me laugh when I was being overly thoughtful.
Right now the first match of the year – Gryffindor versus Slytherin – was on.
Draco was busy talking to Harry, so he didn't notice the snitch being right behind him. Soon Harry was chasing the little golden ball over the pitch followed by Draco and… a bludger?
It was strange, one of the bludgers was attacking Harry! Fred and George tried to protect him, but the bludger was too fast… and vicious. I winced when the hard ball hit Harry's arm while he tried to grab the snitch. But Harry didn't think of giving up. He used the other hand and managed to grab the snitch only inches before Draco could catch it.
Instead of cheering, Ron, Hermione and I were running down to the pitch, where Harry was laying, still being attacked by the bludger. Before it could really hurt Harry, Hermione stopped it by using Finite Incantatem.
We wanted to bring him to the infirmary, but Lockhart insisted he could heal it with a simple charm… that kinda worked… just not how it should. The bones in his arm were gone, it was like jelly.
When we reached the infirmary, Madam Pomfrey gave him some yucky looking juice and shooed us out.
I still had the invisibility cloak – I had borrowed it before – and used it to sneak back into the infirmary. Harry was glad to see me and we talked the whole evening. Whenever Madam Pomfrey would come in, I'd quickly hide underneath the cloak.
However, around 10pm we were all alone. Harry yawned for the sixth time now.
"Go to sleep." He shook his head. "Don't wanna…" I chuckled.
"I don't care if you want to or not, but you're tired so you're going to sleep." He looked at me with a pout. "Will you stay?"
"I stay till you fall asleep. I can't stay away the whole night, Cho will get suspicious…" Harry sighed, but nodded. He laid back down and closed his eyes, and just when I thought he fell asleep, some noise woke him up again. He sat up and we looked at each other with a frown. Was there someone else in here?
I almost screamed when a small brown creature showed up. Fortunately I managed to keep the scream inside, but couldn't help but stare at the thing in wonder and a little bit of disgust.
"Dobby! What are you doing here?!" Harry knew this creature?
They had a small conversation. Apparently this Dobby was responsible for Harry and Ron missing the Hogwarts Express and Dobby was the one who hexed the bludger so it would chase Harry. Of course the boy was mad to no end. And everything just because the creature wanted to help Harry. Though I still don't get how hexing a bludger to break Harry's arm would help him in any way.
Before Harry could hex the creature it vanished and we heard footsteps right at the door. I quickly pulled the cloak over me and put out the candle, while Harry laid down and pretended to sleep.
The door to the infirmary opened and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall, along with two prefects carrying something and Madam Pomfrey entered.
I carefully walked over and put a hand to my mouth when I saw what the something on the bed was: A student. A first year of Gryffindor, Colin Creevey, I believed.
The young boy was not moving at all, he looked like a statue. There was nothing the teachers or Madam Pomfrey could do; there was no charm or spell to help him. The adults talked about how they can be sure now that the chamber of secrets has been opened. I shivered, this was way too creepy.
Once the others left I went back to Harry and pulled the cloak down so my head was visible. We stared at each other and we both knew this was serious.
After talking about the happenings I said goodnight and made my way back to Ravenclaw's common room. Today's events had tired me out and I was glad to finally be able to sleep.
I felt cold. That was strange, because I NEVER felt cold. I took in my surroundings. There was a lot of snow and a few trees. They still had their leaves, but they were covered in ice. I thought I may have frozen the whole area, but when I tried to thaw the snow, it wouldn't work. I followed the small path I was on till I reached a hill. There was a white haired man. I frowned and walked up to him. I tried to speak, but no sound came out. The man was rather young, maybe 22. He had been crying, but the tears were frozen on his pale cheeks.
His silver eyes were focused on a grave I haven't noticed before. Since the man didn't react to me I ignored him for now and leaned down to read the name on the cold… stone? No, this wasn't stone. It was solid ice. And in this block of ice was a name engraved.
Isabelle Flocon
1960 – 1981
Loving wife and mother
The man took a deep breath and the wind picked up. He bent down and kissed the ice block before turning to a smaller block. I frowned and kneeled on the snowy ground to see the engraving.
Elisa-Marie Flocon
1980 – 1981
Beloved daughter
Somehow my heart beat faster then and I felt as if I was choking. A mother and her daughter died… and this man was the father, I assumed. He kneeled down right next to me and also kissed the block. He touched it then and a beautiful snowflake was engraved under the name.
New tears appeared that were frozen immediately. After a few more minutes of just kneeling there he got up and turned to the right. He took a deep breath and walked a few steps away from the grave. There, the snow covered meadow ended and there was a cliff. I followed the man out of curiosity and watched him look up. I followed his gaze to a large mountain. I couldn't see the top because the clouds hid it.
Suddenly the snowflakes that came with the wind gathered in front of the man. They swirled around till they stuck together and looked like some sort of platform. The man stepped on it and the platform started moving towards the mountain.
I awoke to the sound of the alarm. Cho and the other third years in our room were already gone to shower. I took a shaky breath and sat up… or at least I tried. My eyes widened when I realized I kinda froze my blanket during sleeping.
I quickly thawed it and rubbed my eyes. This was the first time something like that happened, and I was afraid it had something to do with this strange dream…
Later at breakfast Luna was reading in the magic magazine from her dad, while I was staring on my empty plate, thinking hard. What could this dream mean? Why did I dream something like that? This man had ice powers, just like me…
I sighed. There has to be a reason behind all this, and I had to find out what this reason was. Lost in thought, I got up. When Luna asked me where I was going, I just told her the truth: I had to look something up in the library.
On my way there I tried hard to remember the name on the gravestone. Isabelle… Flocon. A french name. At least it sounded like a french name. I entered the library and searched for a book that could help me find some answers.
I didn't have much time before classes would start, and I was lucky to find the name soon in a book about famous wizards.
Apparently, Isabelle Flocon was a witch and a quarter veela. She was born in Marseilles and was student at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic in the Pyrenees.
There, she was a really good student and according to the small article pretty popular. When she was 16, a boy transferred to the school from Hogwarts. He immediately liked Isabelle and it didn't take long till they were a couple.
After graduating, the boy told her he is the spirit of winter and he chose her as his wife. She said yes and they vanished soon after. No one ever heard about them anymore, but it was the first time in 700 years that an elemental spirit showed to the human world.
There, the article ended. I frowned. That was all? I wanted to read more! The whole case seemed pretty interesting!
I searched for another book where I could find something about elemental spirits. There were four main spirits, representing the four seasons. Spring, Summer, Fall and Winter. They live in their own world, created by themselves. They are responsible for the seasons. Whenever it's another season's turn, the four of them meet and while they say some verse in an ancient language, the present season gives "the power" to the next season.
The season with the power is the strongest then. Not that they fought or anything, they were aware that the death of one of them would throw the world off balance and in the end everyone would die.
Only a spirit can kill a spirit, no one else is able to do so.
There are some other elementals, but most of them were vicious and used their powers for bad things so almost all of them were killed. Only one for each element was left and they were only allowed to get one child to inherit their power. The elements are: Fire, Water, Air, Earth, Light and Darkness.
No one knows who they are; they hide their powers to protect themselves.
I skipped a few pages to read more about the spirits. They were watching every place on earth, and if they fall in love, they can get down to earth and try to seduce the person. If the person agrees, they leave for the spirit world again to live there.
Wow. So the spirit of winter came down to earth because he fell in love with Isabelle Flocon. They lived up in their spirit world and had a child… but mother and child died… that must have been horrible for him…
So the last time a spirit chose a partner was 700 years ago… People assume it was summer. She chose an Australian man in his mid-twenties.
I wondered if the chosen ones were aging up there? Wouldn't that be sad for the spirit to watch the one he or she loves age and die?
I wanted to read more, but the bell rang. I gasped and quickly put the books away and ran as fast as I could to the History of Magic classroom with Professor Binns. Fortunately he didn't even notice I was late. He never noticed anything…
"Where have you been?" Ron whispered while the Professor babbled about some wizard who invented something.
"In the library. I had to look up something important." He looked at me wide-eyed. "We're not taking a test in some class, do we?" I chuckled and shook my head. He let out a sigh of relief and put his head on the desk to sleep. Nobody ever paid attention in this class. Even Hermione was reading some book instead of listening.
I looked down when a piece of paper landed on my desk. I opened it up and read the scribbling.
Today after DADA we're starting with the tutoring. There's a test tomorrow, I think you wanna be prepared.
I looked towards the back of the classroom where Draco sat. He smiled at me and I just turned around again. I have to admit I'd rather cancel tutoring, but I had to get good grades and he was practically the only one who could help me.
It was end of November, it was already getting really cold outside. So tutoring wouldn't be so bad under my conditions. I scribbled an answer and let the paper fly back to Draco. I told him to meet me then outside at the stone benches. The next paper landed and I opened it.
Fine with me.
I smiled inwardly and put the paper away. Well, he wouldn't dare to do something to me in public, and when he'd start to apologize I could always just shut his mouth and leave.
Draco, if you wanna play, we can play. But I am the one that makes the rules…
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Sorry if you were expecting a longer chapter, but work is being a bitch and I barely had time to write :(
See ya next time!