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Salathi's Notes: Hey there peeps. I know Elsa's portion in this chapter is pretty small and I am sorry for that. I'll make it up to you with a hand full of flashbacks in the next chapter promise ;). Also I apologize for this late release, I was held up by some personal matters and was not able to get this posted five hours ago as is normal.

Azaria's Notes:Heyo guys! Another chapter down, yeah! Anna's part is really long and i have no idea how. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! Lots of Hagrid and a funny broom scene i very much enjoyed doing. And always my tumblr account is elsanna-has-ruined-me and i have a couple of my own stories under the name Azaria97 on .

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Elsa Riddle

Chapter 6

(Anna)

*Tap tap, t-t-tap*

"Hagrid? Are you home? I really need to talk to someone about something and I know you'll listen. I think I may have a really big crush on someone, and it may be the worst thing I've ever done because apparently we are supposed to be mortal enemies but I just can't—" my babbling is interrupted when the massive creaky door opens and reveals Hagrid in his 'kiss the caretaker' apron I got him for one of his birthdays.

"Oh! 'Ello Anna! I thought I heard someone at the door. Come in come in, sweetheart. And why aren't you in class?" He asks before I run forward and try to wrap my arms around his huge frame in a much needed hug. He lets out a 'oof' before he returns the hug gently. "Woah there dear! Now what's the matter with ya? Why are you crying?"

I sniffle and wipe the tears off my face for the second time that day. I don't let him go when he tries to move away, so he picks me up and just holds me in his arms. To adjust for the new position, I circle my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shoulder. He carries me over to his favorite plush chair and sits down, placing me in his lap. We rock back and forth, my quiet sobs the only noise.

This is one of the things I love most about Hagrid. For such a large man, he is the sweetest and most gentle person I know. He always gives the best hugs, too. They make you feel small and protected and warm. He also smells like animals, which to me is a comforting scent.

"Why are you crying dear? You wouldn't have come to see me if you didn't want to talk."

And so I spill everything that's happened all day. The hippogriff ride, the ice rose, my strange feelings toward Elsa, my conversation with my friends and how that one little piece of information about her is tearing me up inside.

"And I don't even know why im crying! We just met today, so how is it possible to be this heartbroken over someone I hardly even know? But just the thought of never seeing or talking to her just hurts so much!"

"Woah! Why in heavens name would you never see her again?" He looks at me with confusion.

"Hagrid, she is Voldemort's daughter! Voldemort as in the most horrible and wicked wizard to ever live! He's my dad's worst enemy! And because we are both the children of mortal enemies, doesn't that automatically make us mortal enemies too?" He leans back a moment to think about that question.

"Well lass, remember that Muggle story? Romia and Julio or sumthin? They were in love and they were from two different warring families." He smiles at remembering that Muggle fact.

"Hagrid, they died! They both killed themselves!" I shout in exasperation.

"Oh, they did? Well then, maybe not them for an example." He laughs at his own mistake and I sigh. Then he turns semi-serious again.

"Anna, not everyone follows in their parents footsteps. I very much doubt that you are going to follow your father as the head of the auror department!" He guffaws until he sees my stern expression. Hastily, he tries to recover from his unintended insult. "It's not that I think you can't be the head of the auror department, but I don't think you would enjoy it quite like your father did. The same thing with Elsa. I don't believe for one second that she would enjoy hurting people like her father did. We are all different people, Anna.

"Don't let someone's parents or past define them. Find out for yourself what someone is really like. If she is good, bad, or even boring; you decide what she is to you. Don't let someone else decide for you."

"But what if she is like him? What if she hurts me?"

"Now that is a risk, but look at how happy you were when you were with her this morning after the hippogriff ride. It looked like you had just swallowed Felix Felicis and you'd won the entirety of the Gringotts fortune!" I even laugh at that one. "Do you think the chance of you being hurt is worth losing whatever else is just waiting for you with her? Whether it be just friendship or something even more beautiful, do you really want to give that all up just because of fear?"

I thought about what he said as we rock in his chair. I know she's kind, and I know she's beautiful; her hair and eyes just blow me away. And I have a feeling she's amazing with magic, but other than that, I don't know much about her. Hagrid's right, I can't decide whether she's evil or not without knowing more about her. It's not her fault that her father is Voldemort any more than it's my fault that Harry Potter is my own. And she doesn't feel evil to me, maybe sad and a little lonely, but not evil. And what if I really did miss something awesome over something stupid like rumors or even my own fear? That would just be silly.

"Now do you have your answer, lass?" Hagrid asks with a knowing smile on his face.

"Yes, thank you Hagrid. I know now that it isn't her fault who her father is. The only thing that matters is what she does herself. So far, she's been a wonderful person, so I shouldn't have anything against her. And I've always been good at jumping head first into the unknown, so this time won't be any different. I'll at least start by being friends with her. She seems like she's a really interesting person, so this should be fun!" I tell him.

"Well good then. I think you'll like Elsa, she is a wonderful person—"

"What?! You know Elsa personally? Why didn't you tell me? What's she like?" I shoot rapid fire questions at him as I stand from his lap.

"I shouldn't ta told ya that. I should not have said that." He shakes his head in fear of my babbling mouth.

"Oh come on Hagrid! Can't you tell me just a little? Like what's her favorite food! And what's her shoe size? I need to know that one." I begin listing off several more quickly before he interrupts me.

"Oh, look at the time! You need to get to your next class!" He starts shoving me out of his cottage before I can even get a word in otherwise. "If you want to know all those things, go ask her yourself! I won't get in trouble with her for telling you any of this!"

"But Hagrid!" I whine. If he doesn't tell me anything, how will I impress her with all my knowledge? "You have to tell me something!"

"No. I don't. Now off to class with ya." He almost growls at me before the door slams shut in my face. I'm stunned. Hagrid has never been that gruff with me. Ever! I cross my arms over my chest and huff out a loud breath I know he can hear. I lean my back against the wall and wait. A few seconds pass in total silence. Then I hear a defeated sigh and I let out a victorious giggle. Suddenly, I feel the wall disappear behind me. I close my eyes as my arms windmill, trying to regain my balance. I feel the sensation of falling before something stops my descent. I open my eyes to find Hagrid's chocolate brown ones right in front of me.

"Her favorite food is chocolate, alright? Are you happy now? Will you leave me in peace?" I give him my best smile as he lifts me upright again. I turn around and see the utter exhaustion in his features at having to deal with my shenanigans again. I almost feel bad about bothering him, but not enough to stop. I open my mouth to ask another question, but I stop and think better of it. If he has more information on Elsa, it might be better to ask him when I really need to know. So, I let it drop for the moment, and nod my head.

"Yes, Hagrid. I will leave you alone.. for now. I might come and ask you about her more later, but there isn't really anything I need to know badly at the moment." He groans and rubs his bushy eyebrows with his thumb and pointer finger. I giggle and motion him down closer to me. I reach up on my tiptoes and kiss his cheek. "Thank you so much for talking to me. I really needed that." He straightens up and pats one of his huge hands on my head.

"I love you, Anna. Don't forget that. Now for real this time, off with you or you will be late again." He turns me around and pushes me slightly toward the path leading to the castle. I laugh and start running back to the castle. Before I'm out of earshot, I turn around and shout back at him.

"I love you, Hagrid! I'll come see you again soon!" And then I turn around and start racing towards my last class of the day. It'll be a miracle if I'm on time.

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I'm startled awake when my forehead slams against my desk. Sniggers fill the room of the Muggle Studies class and I wish I was back asleep. As subtly as possible, I wipe the drool off my cheeks. I am dragging the back of my hand across my robes to dry it when I notice the unpleased presence of the teacher, Ron Weasley—aka my uncle—hovering over me.

"I know this isn't the most exciting class, and heaven knows I've fallen asleep plenty of times in here too, but can't you stay awake for your dear old uncle? I mean, look at this thing! The muggles call it an iPhone! It lets you talk to another person miles away and it holds music somehow! How they did that without magic is quite beyond me!" For a Muggle Studies teacher, he doesn't do much teaching; he just shows us cool things he's found in the muggle world. I think the only Muggle history figure I know is Napoleon Borntoparty, and he founded America, I think….

From the back of the class I hear a Ravenclaw kid shout out, "Can it hold the Weird Sisters inside of it too?"

Uncle Ron gives a hearty laugh and begins fiddling with the rectangular object in his hands. "You like the classics, huh? Those guys were popular when I was a kid in Hogwarts!"

Just then the hit single "Do the Hippogriff" begins playing from the little thing, and I laugh at the irony. My mom was a big fan of the Weird Sisters, so I know all their music. I never understood why they called themselves the Weird Sisters when the whole band is made up of guys, but whatever. Just then the bell rings, signaling the end of the last class of the first day.

"Alright class, your homework is to.. um.. research these iPhones! Yeah! I want a 10-inch parchment on them by next Monday!" You know, I'm starting to think he doesn't have a curriculum at all. The whole class groans, except for that one Ravenclaw kid who I know will somehow turn his parchment into a Weird Sisters biography. He'll get an A though, just like almost everyone else in class. I'll even get an A for this project. Uncle Ron doesn't have a high standard. Just as long as everything is turned in on time, he's good. I once heard a rumor that he gave one kid an F for writing about how rats were the most loyal creatures on Earth. My dad laughed really hard when he heard it too.

As we all shuffle out of the classroom, I'm trying to decide what I want to do now. There's another whole hour before dinner, and I don't feel like working on my homework or going to hang out with my friends because I'm still a little mad a Kristoff; so I decide to go see my mom.

Since she is the Flying teacher and the quidditch coach, she's most likely down by the quidditch fields. I make my way through the castle, dodging people and trying to avoid Mr. Filch and his cat, who seems to be the only animal ever to absolutely hate me. When I finally get outside, I take a deep breath of the fresh outdoor air. One of the things I love most about Hogwarts is the outside. There's so much green and life out here, so much better than the grey streets of England. And every different piece of land like the forest, the lake and even the plains of the grounds hold new creatures and secrets I've never known before. I try to take in every single detail as I walk towards the quidditch field. I can feel the wind blowing my braids around, I can see owls delivering messages high up in the air, I can smell the fishy scent coming from the lake and I can hear assorted cries and calls from the direction of the forest. I want to feel the grass on my feet, so I slip off to the side of the road and take off my shoes. The grass feels so soft and wonderful against my toes, and I pray that nothing stings me.

When I finally get to the field, I find my mother in the storage shed taking out all the school broomsticks. Oh no, I completely forgot that she always fixes the brooms on the first day of school. For some reason, the brooms don't like me. It may have to do with that time I accidentally set one of their brothers on fire, but as they don't have mouths to tell me outright, I'll never know. Before I can turn around to run away, my mother sees me and smiles. I groan as she beckons me forward, and I know its too late.

"Anna, I'm guessing you forgot what happens on the first day of school. But, as you're already here, you might as well help. Maybe they've forgiven you after so long?" Just then one of the brooms she's holding wiggles out of her arms and smacks me right in the face with its straw. As I sputter the straw out of my mouth, I hear my mother say, "Well I guess not. Who knew that broomsticks could hold a grudge that long? Anywho, they will just have to get over it. Do you want to polish the handles or straighten out the tails?"

"I'll straighten out the tails. They seem a bit softer to be hit with than solid wood." She laughs and hands me the ones in her arms.

"Here's half of them. You go find a place to sit while I get the rest." And she disappears into the shed. I look around at the ground, searching for the grassiest place to sit down on. I find a spot a little ways off and I gently settle the brooms down and pray that that doesn't offend them. Luckily, none of them swoop up to hit me again, so I guess I didn't this time. I bring out my wand and point it at the shed.

"Accio blanket!" I shout. A flying blanket emerges from the shed and slithers its way through the air towards me. I'm excited that it actually worked! Usually all my spells are either hit or miss. When the blanket arrives, I lay it flat on the ground and plop myself down. When I hear the gurgling growl of my stomach, I think of another idea. I point my want to the shed again and shout out, "Accio chocolate!" Unfortunately, nothing comes at my call. I'm disappointed for a second before I'm knocked over sideways by a whap to the side of my head. I sit up begrudgingly and look over at the now still brooms. If brooms had faces, I'm sure all of them would be smirking and laughing at me. I grab one at random and squeeze the wooden shaft in my armpit in a desperate attempt to stop it from hitting me. With a quick prayer to whatever entity lived in the sky, I started plucking and straightening strands of straw in the tail. At about the fifth strand, the broom starts to buck and tries to escape my grasp. With a sudden jerk to the side, the broom pulls us both over. It wiggles like a stiff snake and I adjust my grip so that I'm laying on my stomach on top of it. I try to finish before it gets the brilliant idea to just lift me up and fly away. Over the struggle, I can hear my mom laughing at me, but I'm too focused to care at the moment. When I've finished doing all I can for it, I release my death grip on it. It zooms out from under me and hides behind my mother, quivering. Yeah, well I don't like you either. I sneer in my head at the thing.

An hour later I leave the field with two black eyes, a bleeding nose and innumerable new bruises. Instead of heading to the Great Hall to enjoy a lovely meal, I'm heading to the Infirmary for some much needed medical treatment. Hopefully the nurse can fix my face before tomorrow, cuz who wants to show up for the second day of classes with messed up face?

I knock on the door in my trademark rhythm as I walk into the room. I immediately find Madam Pomfrey at her desk, eating a delicious-looking sandwich. Before I can even open my mouth to ask if I could have a bite, she speaks without even looking up at me.

"Hello, Anna. I figured you'd be in here today like you always are on the first day of school, so I took the liberty and grabbed you a sandwich." She reaches beside her and grabs a parchment-wrapped object and lightly tosses it to me. Miraculously, I catch it and open it up to find the most beautiful sandwich ever. Ok, that definitely shows I'm spending too much time here if the nurse knows my favorite food. When she finally looks up and sees my face, she grimaces. "What was it this time, dear?"

"The.. uh.. broomsticks are still mad at me." I answer dejectedly. She is frowning, but I can see the suppressed laughter in her eyes.

"Well, you might want to finish your food first, because the medicine I'm going to give you won't taste very good at all, but it will fix your face by morning." She lightly places her hand on an odd looking bottle beside her on the desk. Huh. She knew exactly what I would need even before I got here. I am spending way too much time here. She even has a chair set out for me!

We chat amiably while I eat. She talks about her day and all the students that have already come for her help. First, it was a 6th year Gryffindor with a hippogriff wound, and I laughed internally at that one. Then it was a 1st year with a broken leg from falling off a broomstick. Huh, Mom didn't tell me about him, but I guess there wasn't much time for chatting in between the beatings the brooms gave me. Then there was some stupid 3rd year girl who wouldn't wear her earmuffs while unearthing a Mandrake. I gape in disbelief. I'm surprised that girl's still alive! Madam Pomfey explains that the girl was already deaf, and she didn't think that she needed earmuffs.

There were a couple others that needed medical attention, but they weren't very memorable. When we finally finish eating, she takes out a glass and fills it with bubbling black goop and hands it to me. I wince at the smell, but I dutifully swallow all of it. How I managed to not throw up is a mystery to me. Madam Pomfrey pats me on the back in congratulations. She walks me to the door and wishes me a goodnight as I do the same to her.

"Hopefully I won't see you tomorrow, but I'll keep a sandwich with me just in case," she says with a wink. I roll my eyes at her, but I still laugh a little.

"Yeah, me too." I say over my shoulder as I head towards the Gryffindor common room. When I finally get there after my extremely long day, I see Merida carving what looks like a bear out of a block of wood in front of the fireplace. She glances up at my approach and does a double-take at my face.

"Bloody hell, Anna! What happened?" She exclaims.

"Oh, you know, the usual. The brooms are still mad at me, and they didn't take having their straws ruffled very well." She blinks for a second before bursting into a giggle fit. Now she's drawing the other occupants of the room to us, and I can already hear the whispers and rumors flying up. I hope nobody thinks Elsa did this to me. Merida's still laughing, and I'm getting a little annoyed now.

"I've had a busy and painful day, so I'm going to bed early. I'll see you in the morning, and please wake me up this time instead of leaving me alone to sleep through all my classes." I huff out agitatedly. Merida slows her laughter down to a giggle.

"Sorry lass, I don' mean ta laugh at ye, but its too funny!" And with that she dissolves into another fit of hysterical laughter. I sigh and leave Merida to her laughing fit and march my way up the stairs to the girl's dormitory. Unlike last night, I am mentally aware enough to change out of my robe and put on my sleeping clothes. Then I land face first into my bed and unconsciousness envelops me like an old friend. As I fall asleep, the last thing I think about is Elsa and what all fate has planned out for us. And with that final thought, I drift away into the land of sleep with a smile on my face.

(Elsa)

"Elssa" Naga says quietly as we move through the tunnels. We're on our way to the Mirror of Erised. It's a magical mirror that shows whoever looks into it the deepest desires of their heart.

I first found it in my 1st year at Hogwarts during one of the nights I spent exploring with Naga. Back then my deepest desire had been to have a normal, loving family; a family where my mother didn't use the Cruciatus Curse as a punishment for misbehaving and my father wasn't the most evil wizard to ever walk the earth. By my second year my desire had changed. I had wanted to become just like my father; I had wanted to use my power to make all those who hated me, who shunned me and feared me pay for how they treated me.

I had, in fact, made a few of them pay, and doing so had sickened me to the core so much so that by the third year all I wanted was to live alone and isolated away from everyone else so that I could keep them safe from me.

However, thanks to Harry Potter's encouragement and faith, slowly my desires changed again. I wished desperately to have control of my gifts—all of my gifts—but most especially my wandless magic, so that I could be close to others and not be afraid of hurting them. This desire had stayed strong all of last year as well. Although I suspect my desires have changed once again thanks to a certain 5th year redhead. Naga and I are on our way to the mirror so that I can prove or disprove my suspicion.

We walked in silence for a few minutes; well, I was walking, Naga was slithering. Then he spoke again. "You usssed the room today." It's a question. I know he means the Room of Requirement, and I know he is wondering what had upset me so much as to need the room.

"Yes." I reply shortly.

"Why?" he persisted, causing me to sigh.

"If the mirror shows me what I think it will, I will tell you all about it." I tell him in a tone that makes it clear I have no more to say about it.

Naga remained silent for the rest of the journey. We exit into a bathroom on the 7th floor, then entered the halls. I wasn't afraid of running into anyone. Naga would sense anything living, any ghost—even perves wouldn't care for my presence enough to raise any kind of alarm.

We quickly turn left down the hallway, then right, at which point we come to a T. The mirror rests in a door that doesn't really look like a door at the end of this very hall. The door was, in fact, a painting of a snowy mountain range. I had discovered the painting my first year as I wandered the halls. I had been so enchanted by it that I reached out to touch it. I remember how my hand passed straight through it.

I walk through the very solid-looking painting to enter a small, unlit room. With a wave of my wand but no spoken spell, I send small spheres of light to each corner of the room, giving it a soft glow. In the center of the room, with its unreflective back to me, rests the Mirror of Erised.

Salathi's Notes: Yea we seriously need to sit down and have another of our 3 chapters in one night writing sessions done .

Azaria's Notes: Finally! The first day is over! Geez that took forever! Lol! I would give you a hint at what will happen next chapter, but i have no idea myself because we havent written it... Oh well, well get there. See you guys next week!