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Salathi's Notes: You all get a small hint at some of Elsa's past here (very small, some more coming in chapter 5, and a lot more coming in chapter 6) as well as some the relationship dynamics of Harry and Elsa. Oh and Elsa learns Anna's last name XD.

Azaria's Notes: Hey guys! So this chapter we get to see some Harry and Anna interaction. I tried my best to do Harry like he usually is, but I just had so much trouble. I have a tumblr account by the name of elsanna-has-ruined-me, and I put up notifications up there as well. You can ask questions and submit anything else there too. I also have a couple stories here under the name Azaria97, so it would be great if you guys could check those out as well! Also a big thank you to Sal and Heroism for being such great people. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter!

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Elsa Riddle

Chapter 4

(Anna)

I'm completely out of breath by the time I reach Transfiguration. I burst through the big double doors and stumble into the high-ceilinged room only to find fifty pairs of eyes swing around at me. I gulp nervously and avoid the blatant stares as I look for the teacher. I don't see a human, but I do see an alert otter sitting on its haunches upon the desk. I feel great disapproval radiating from the animal, somehow. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kristoff shaking his head in exasperation because I am almost late once again. I hurry toward the empty space next to him.

"Late again, Anna?" He whispers.

I open my mouth to retort when I hear a soft sigh from the front of the room. I reluctantly turn my head toward the noise. Where the otter once sat, now my teacher did; Professor Hermione Weasley.

"Miss Potter, I'm glad you could join us." After a pointed stare at me, she continues.

"Now that we are all here, I suppose I can begin class a little early—" only to be interrupted by a loud crack, whoosh, and a bright flash of light. Suddenly standing next to her is my father with Fawkes the phoenix sitting on his shoulder. He studies me for a moment before turning to my aunt.

"Hello, Hermione. How are you today?"

"I'm fine, thank you for asking. I was just welcoming a few straggling students and I am preparing to begin class. There had better be a good reason you are interrupting us because we are already behind schedule." My father laughs at my aunt's strict speech.

"Well what better reason could I have than to check up on my kid? I heard something unfortunate happened and I wanted to make sure she was alright. May I take her leave for a moment? I promise it will be short because I have my own students waiting." Professor Weasley nods her head deliberately and looks at me.

"I suppose, but I will begin class in 5 minutes whether she is here or not." She warns. I nod my head in submission as I stand and begin walking toward the exit with my father following behind me. As soon as the humongous doors thump closed behind us, my father wraps me in a squeezing hug. Fawkes lets out a disgruntled squawk at almost being crushed and flies above us, landing on one of the rafters to wait. I let out a soft 'oof' before I wrap my arms around him as well.

"Anna, I'm so glad you're alright. I don't know what I would've done if you'd been hurt." He whispers in a husky voice and I realize he is on the verge of crying. Suddenly I begin to feel my eyes tearing up and I feel like I want to cry as well. After a few long wonderful seconds in his arms, he pats my back and lets go. I sniff and rub the back of my hand over my nose to catch any snot that may have leaked. "Are you sure you're alright?" He asks. I nod my head shakily and try desperately not to cry. He hugs me tightly again and rubs my back comfortingly when he sees my struggle.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" And with the tone of concern and love in his voice, I completely lose it. I sob into his chest. I try to retell the story coherently, but I know it's not even close. I don't tell him about everything that happened (namely my strange feelings for Elsa), but just enough for him to know that she was the one who saved me. My father pats my back and shushes me until I'm finally all out of tears. Just then the clock strikes 10 with a loud bang, signalling the official start of the next class. "Alright sweetheart, I have to go now. Hagrid told me what happened, but I just wanted to make sure that you were okay."

"Thanks Daddy. Yeah, I'm fine, it just scared me a little bit. But it was also incredible! I even saw the tower you and the dragon fought over!"

"What? They still haven't fixed it? Huh. I'll have to talk with McGonagall about that." He checks his muggle wristwatch. "Alright, now I'm late for class. That isn't a good example for my students now, is it? You need to get back to class too or your aunt is going to have conniption fit." He chuckles and kisses my forehead. We wave goodbye as he calls Fawkes down from the ceiling. The moment Fawkes touches my father's arm, they disappear in another blinding light, deafening crack and whispered whoosh.

I sigh. I wish we could have more time together, but now that it's the school year it makes sense he'd be busier than usual. Still, I was extremely happy that he took the time to check up on me. A giddy smile covers my face as I walk back into class. The professor is already speaking, so as quickly and quietly as possible for me, I tiptoe back to my seat. And I only trip over a random sack on the floor once! Now that's what I call improvement.

Kristoff side-eyes me and I can hear the question churning in his head. 'What happened that your dad needed to come see you?'

'Later.' I mouth back to him. He nods and goes back to paying attention to class.

I, on the other hand, can't even begin to hope for concentration. Because I retold the hippogriff story for my dad I was reminded of the gorgeous and mysterious blonde. My head fills with daydreams and questions.

Why haven't we met yet? She's obviously a 6th year, and after 5 years of us both wandering the same castle why haven't I seen even just a glimpse of her strikingly pale hair? Or even her unusually blue eyes! Why does she seem so familiar and why do I feel so connected to her even though we just met? I don't even know her last name!

Class goes by way too quickly for my liking. I want more time to think and zone out about my dilemma. I try and push her out of my mind as I pack my stuff to leave for lunch.

I'm walking out the door when a hand on my elbow stops my advance. I look over to see my aunt standing there looking concerned. She pulls me forward into a hug and I return the gesture. It's not very long, but it gets the point across that she loves me.

"Anna, what happened? Nobody has told me, and it was obviously bad enough that your dad came to see you. Is everything ok?" I sighed in concealed annoyance. I couldn't wait to retell the same exact story over and over. Besides my friends asking, it would only be "You're the Potter kid that had that hippogriff accident aren't you?" The next few days can't come quickly enough. I smiled grimly and answered her. I told her about my impromptu hippogriff ride and about the girl who saved me. I of course didn't tell her anything about my strange feelings, but when I mentioned the name 'Elsa' her face darkened. For a few seconds, I couldn't even tell it was my aunt standing before me. But the look left as quickly as it came and she continued on like it had never happened.

"I'm glad you are alright, Anna. I don't blame you for being scared. Hippogriff rides are scary. I even remember my first time on one, thanks to your father." She smiles at the memory. "Alright now, it's time for lunch and I have a few things to prepare for my next class. Enjoy your lunch. Also, please say hello to Rapunzel for me." And with that, she lets go of me completely and clicks away in her high heels.

That.. was odd. Even for her. I shook it off easily enough and went on my way.

I'm not quite sure, to be honest. I mean I'm ready to face all the nosey people at lunch, especially my friends. I know they'll ask for all the details about what happened, and Rapunzel will know I'm not telling the whole truth. I don't know why, but I just know I don't really want to tell them about Elsa. But there isn't any choice over the matter, so I start walking towards the great hall in search of food and chocolate.

(Elsa)

I walk into Defense Against the Dark Arts with a small smile still firmly in place as I did my best to ignore the whispers around me. "I wonder who died to make her smile;"

"Now that is creepy, the ice queen is smiling;" or

"Bloody hell that smile is unnerving" are just a few of the things I hear going on around me as I sit down in class.

The clock tower rings, marking the ninth hour of the morning. Right as the last chime rings through the school, we all look around expectantly for our Professor. It seems, however, that Harry himself is running late today.

There is a burst of flames at the front of the classroom, and Professor Potter appears out of the flames as the phoenix Fawkes sings out, soaring over the room once before settling down on one of the many bird stands set up around the classroom.

Fawkes used to be Albus Dumbledore's phoenix. Even after Albus' death, Fawkes stayed on in the castle, going pretty much anywhere he pleased. Then when Harry came back to Hogwarts and took up a teaching position, Fawkes almost never left his side.

"Sorry about that." Harry says in response to a couple of chuckles from the Gryffindors in the room. "There was an incident with my daughter Anna and a hippogriff, and I felt the need to check up on her."

My eyes widen in shock at his words. Anna.. was his daughter? Oh bloody hell, I think nervously. I was crushing hard and flirting with my favorite teacher's daughter. With Harry Potter's daughter! Then another thought comes into my head: Did Anna know me before today?

I'm pulled from my mental panic attack before it has a chance to start when Harry calls for the class's attention.

"Alright. Today, we will be talking about the three unforgivable curses. You are all 6th years now and I feel that you are at an appropriate age to learn about the true dangers these curses pose." There is a light buzz of nervous excitement around the class at his unforgivable curses are unmatched in their infamy. Surely no one expected to start off the first class of the year by learning about them.

"Today will just be a discussion about them, I will not be showing them to you until Wednesday." Harry continues as he sits on the front of his desk, looking over all of us.

"Okay, so who can tell me the name of one of the unforgivable curses?" He asks. Only a few hands go up. "Yes, Miss Malfoy?"

Aurora Malfoy stands up and speaks loudly enough for the entire class to hear "My father told me about one of them. He called it Imperio."

Harry nods and Aurora sits back down. "Ten points to Gryffindor." Indeed, there is a Malfoy in Gryffindor; and as far as I know Aurora was the only Malfoy to not be in Slytherin. Her father Draco, my head of house, was not very happy to hear the news.

"A scary spell, Imperio." Harry says and hops off his desk to begin pacing. "It caused numerous problems for the ministry during both the first and second wizarding wars. Even after the wars I ran into problems involving that curse many times as an Auror. It's a spell that gives the caster a form of mind control over the one he or she casts it upon."

Harry went on, telling a few stories about how this spell had been involved with a case he'd been set to solve as an Auror a few years after the death of Voldemort. The entire class paid rapt attention to his every word. Harry hardly had a problem keeping students' attention in class.

This is due to several things: first, he was the only known person to have survived the killing curse, Avada Kedavra; second, he won the last Triwizard tournament; and third, he killed Voldemort. I guess you could include the fact that he was the head of the Auror office before he became a teacher. In other words, when it came to the dark arts, Harry truly knew what he was doing.

"Alright, another one?" Harry asks and even fewer hands raise into the air.

"Yes, Mr Weasley?"

Hugo Weasley stands and smiles jokingly at his uncle. "Well, Professor, there is the one that failed to kill you: Avada Kedavra." Hugo obviously thinks Harry will find his little joke funny. I, however, know different.

"Yes it failed to kill me, Mr Weasley. This is true." His stare fell upon Hugo in full. "But it succeeded in killing both my parents, my godfather and many, many others." was Harry's very serious reply. I had to hide a smirk as I watched Hugo's smile fade. You see, Hugo is a prankster, and sometimes he needs to be reminded of life's seriousness.

"There isn't much more to say about Avada Kedavra, other than it is a spell that takes a lot of power and true killing intent to work properly. Can anyone tell me the last unforgivable curse?"

Now only two hands are up, my own and another Slytherin I see out of the corner of my eye. Harry nods at me and I stand.

"There is the Cruciatus Curse, or the torture curse. The Cruciatus Curse inflicts physical pain to the point of complete impotence; and though it causes no physical harm, prolonged exposure or frequent affliction can cause severe mental damage."

"I wonder how she knows so much about that curse." someone whispers too quiet for Harry to hear. "Probably uses it herself." another said. More like I have had it used on me, I think bitterly.

Harry starts talking about the history of each spell, then into the history of how the ministry dealt with them over time, and by that point I'm staring absentmindedly out the large window. I happily let my mind wander to the lovely redhead Anna I met last hour. I couldn't get her out of my thoughts—every smile, every gesture was crystal clear. I could remember every single freckle in its exact position on her face and neck. I remember the feeling of her skin on mine and the way her hair shimmered in the sunlight….

*RING*

I jerk at the end-of-class bell. I wasn't really sure how so much time had passed already, but I was rather annoyed that the bell had pulled me out of my fant—Ahem—thoughts. Regardless, I pack away my things as quickly as I can. I really hope I can steal a glance of Anna before she enters the great hall for lunch and I go off to eat by myself. However, Harry called me back before I could make it to the door. "Elsa. A moment, if you please."

"Sure, professor." I reply with a nervous smile. I am still feeling pretty.. I wouldn't say guilty, but definitely nervous to know I'm crushing on his daughter.

The room empty, Harry strides across the classroom and pulls me into a tight hug. I stiffen at the contact, unable to relax. I never liked physical contact because I couldn't trust it. I could so easily hurt whoever was touching me, or they could hurt me just the same. My thoughts immediately drift to the one person who's touch I welcomed, and I try to pull away.

"I can't ever thank you enough Elsa." Harry whispers as he pulls away. It puts a foot of distance between us. I relax as he leaves my personal space.

"For what, professor?"

"For this morning. I've heard from both Hagrid and Anna what you did. You had no obligation to chase Brisk down nor did you have any reason to risk injuring yourself. Yet you acted to save my daughter. Thank you."

I looked to the floor as he spoke, and now that he was finished I still couldn't bring my gaze up from my shoes.

"Professor.. I only did what anyone else would've done." At this, Harry placed a hand on my shoulder.

"No, Elsa. Most people would be slow to react if at all. Most would have been too scared to chase down, mount and then fly on an out of control hippogriff." My heart clenches. It wasn't bravery that let me chase her down. I have a crush on your daughter, and I couldn't let her get hurt. I want to tell him. I want to be honest with this man who had spent the last six years doing everything he possibly could to make my life easier and getting to know me as a person. Out of anyone in this castle, he, for sure, knows me—perhaps better than I know myself. But I can't tell him this. I'm terrified that, if he knew, he would order me to stay away from Anna.

"Twenty-five points to Slytherin." I look up at him in surprise. He's the head of Gryffindor House, and it's almost unheard of for a head of house to award points to a different one. "Now off with you."

I turn right around and head straight for the closest bathroom. If I was a normal student, I would be pretty late for lunch right now. But I was far from normal, and I have a rather quick way to get around school.

Once in the bathroom, I rush for the last stall on the right side, which is still standing slightly ajar just as I left it before class. Once in, I whisper "Open" which, to others, would sound like a snake's hiss. But with a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, Tom Marvolo Riddle—Voldemort—as my parselmouth father, and a great many ancestors on my mother's side also having parseltongue, it's no surprise the ability was passed on to me.

The wall to the left of the toilet responds immediately. The stones fold back into the wall, then to the side until a small tunnel opens. I slip inside and hiss "Close" as I hurry through the network of tunnels webbing throughout the whole school. It was these very same tunnels that the basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets used to get around the castle. With that basilisk dead, these tunnels were safe for Naga and myself to use.

Naga is my pet basilisk—that's right, he's a basilisk. But, oddly, he is a blind one. When I was ten, and still living with my mother on her estate, Death Eaters would visit me at night from time to time. They were all convinced that when I grew up, I would take my fathers place; and even at the age of ten they started teaching me dark magic. One night, a Death Eater named Gothel brought Naga with her as a recently-hatched basilisk. He was small, about the length of my wrist to fingertips. Gothel gave me the basilisk, saying it was my birthright. We've been inseparable ever since. Now Naga was much larger, about nine feet in length. In fact, he lives in these tunnels.

"Misstresss." I hear Naga greet from behind me, then after a moment he is slithering next to me as I walk as quickly as I can down to the great hall.

"Hey Naga." I reply with a small smile that he can't see. I always enjoy his company. I raised him since before he could understand my speech, and I loved him like a mother and a best friend at the same time. "I am sorry I'm in a rush right now, but I promise I will spend some time with you tonight. In fact, I am thinking of visiting the mirror so we can spend most of the night together."

"Good… I don't like how bussy you have been today. You normally talk to me while you read in the library or wander the hallsss. But there have been a great many sstudentsss here today." he replies.

"School has started again, so I will be busy for a long time now. But I promise I will make time for you. I know it gets lonely in these tunnels all by yourself." I pause as I reach the end of the tunnel, then I reach down to rub his head. He nuzzles his huge head into my hand as I hiss "Open" and the end of the tunnel opens up into the third-floor girls bathroom.

I rush out of the bathroom, leaving Naga alone. I do feel bad for leaving him alone so much, but I easily push that aside. Once in the halls, I head towards the moving staircases, anxious to catch just a glimpse of Anna before she enters the great hall. I just hope I made it in time to see her and she hasn't already gone inside to eat.

It takes a few moments of studying the crowd before I finally make out bright red hair styled into twin braids. I'm surprised I even notice her from this distance, but the moment I do I can't help but smile. Even from far away she is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Suddenly she looks up and sees me; I smile even more as I make eye contact with her.

Salathi's Notes: 3 Naga :) hope you guys will come to love the little blind basilisk to as the story goes on.

Azaria's Notes: The next chapter was so much fun for me to write, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Not much else to say, so see ya guys next week!