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Harry Potter and the Amulet of Ice

Chapter Three: Of Yapping and Youngsters

"Right. I think I know what I'm looking for now." Harry said as he turned and began waving his wand over the sleeping redhead. A soft golden light emitted from his wand as he scanned it up and down her body. It was your basic diagnosis spell that he'd learned while on the run from Voldemort and thus not having Madam Pomfrey around to heal his injuries. He just hoped that it wasn't too severe, as he hadn't studied much more than the basics of healing. After a time he lowered his wand and sat back in thought.

"Well?" asked Josephine.

"It could be worse, but I'm not quite sure what to do about it yet."

"You said you could help her." Said Elsa

"No, I said I might be able to. I just need to think it over for a minute. She's got an extreme magical overload. She's not magical like her sister and thus has no magic core, so any magic above what is ambient is overwhelming her as it has no place to go. And as your friend had feared, the ice has spread to her heart."

"Is there nothing you can do?" asked the worried mother.

"Well, I have an idea about the ice, but I'm worried anything I do will only add to her Magical Shock and could kill her. If only I could somehow get rid of some of the magic or absorb it somehow." He thought aloud.

"Is there any way for me to take it back?" asked Elsa. Harry turned to look at her.

"I don't know. Can you? Have you ever taken it back before?" he asked curiously. She merely shook her head.

"I was hoping you knew a way." She hung her head.

"Well, let's leave that as a last resort." He said as he merely stared at the blonde in thought. Visibly weighing his options and mumbling to himself. Before his face brightened for a moment.

"Oooh. Now there's something." He said loudly causing them to look hopeful for a second. "But no.." he deflated.

"Well if I could…I only need a little, what we really need is just a little…Luck." He stated finally with a smile.

"I have an idea. Just a moment." He began digging through the strange bag he had on his back. Pulling object after object out of it and piling it up on the ground. The two women began to marvel at him as he pulled things out that couldn't possibly have fit in there.

"Oh bollocks, I really need to re-sort this thing. Accio Felix." He pointed his wand into the bag and a small velvet bag shot out into his hand. He pulled out a small glass phial and examined it in the waning light before handing it to the older woman.

"Be extremely careful with that. It's all I have, and it was extremely difficult to get in the first place, and I doubt I'd be able to find a replacement." She nodded and placed both hands on it as if someone were going to try and knock it out of them. He then returned to the bag and used the same trick to pull out another larger phial that looked like it had mud in it.

"And I'll need one of your hairs, Elsa was it?" she nodded and complied with the bizarre request by plucking out a long blonde hair and handing it to him. He looked at both of their faces and saw their confusion. "I'll explain all of this as I go." He said which seemed to placate them somewhat.

Then he dropped the golden lock into the mud mixture which began to bubble and froth. He set it aside. "We'll let that steep for a minute while we do the first part." He said before carefully relieving the older lady of the golden phial and opening it slowly. "Hold her mouth open please." He said with clinical efficiency. Her mother held the girls mouth open as he removed a tiny dropper and guided it over her mouth before dropping a single drop of what looked to be liquid gold down her throat.

"This is called Felix Felicis, or Liquid Luck. The drinker will find that any endeavors chanced while under its influence will go in their favor. Dreadfully addictive, and a deadly poison if spoiled or brewed incorrectly." He quickly stoppered the phial and returned it to his bag. "Just a little luck, it's all we need for this to work. I'm wagering that its inherent luck will not cause any further magical overload." He commented as he retrieved the other phial which had simmered down, and was now a clear blue with flecks of silver in it.

"This is called Polyjuice, it can temporarily change a person into the physical form of another. And this includes copying their magical core and even their magical signature, thus giving her a place to put all that magic that has nowhere to go." He held up the now blue potion and examined it. "I must say, Essence of Elsa looks like it might actually taste good if she were awake for it." He commented before pouring it and closing her nose in the same motion. And as he did it on an exhale she couldn't breathe it in while he was pouring.

Then he clasped her mouth shut forcing her to swallow the potion in order to breathe. Which he let her do after he was quite sure it was all gone. "Pay close attention. The first time you see this is always fascinating."

They did as he said, and after a second or two, small air bubbles began to form under her skin. Soon her whole body seemed to be boiling and flexing as her limbs grew longer and her hair changed color. And after about a minute there laid a perfect replica of Elsa, except for the now too small clothes. Needless to say the two of them were astonished. "It'll wear off in an hour or so, but until then you've got a twin sister." He said to a still speechless girl.

"Now comes the tricky part. I figure that the only way to melt magical ice is with magical fire, but I don't really know how to get it inside her to melt it directly." He explained as he again returned to his magical backpack and returned with an armful of dry firewood which he laid on the ground a few feet away before returning with several more until there was a pile large enough to roast a whole boar over.

"We're just going to have to hope that we can do it from outside. Incendio" he cast at the wood which burst into flame as if it had been burning for hours.

"You mean you're just going to throw her in the fire?" asked a bewildered Josephine.

"Well. After a fashion, Yes. But don't worry, the three of us are going with her." He pulled another medium sized sack out of the backpack.

"Are you crazy? We'll burn alive." She all but yelled.

"No we won't."

"Explain." She demanded

"Magic" he smirked, approaching Elsa.

"Hold out your hand." He said to Elsa. She hesitantly did so and he pointed his wand at her palm. "My best friend taught me this, and I think we can use it to double our chances of success. Now cup your hand like it's full of water." She did so, and he began moving his wand in a very complicated manner before jabbing it at her palm where a cute little bluebell flame appeared. She instantly jerked back, but he held her wrist.

"Careful, don't drop it." He said. He continued holding her wrist until he was sure she wouldn't drop it. "Now if you could go stand by the fire while we get everything else ready to go." He said and she complied. "Now could you pick your daughter up and come by the fire" she picked the Elsa lookalike up in her arms and stood next to the fire.

"Okay. Now. I can make the fire where it won't burn anyone with a magical core, but neither Elsa nor I are big enough to carry her into the flames. So you need to hold my hand so you won't get burned." The lady nodded. "Elsa, can you split the flame so you have one in both hands?" she awkwardly split it like she was splitting an orange into halves, but it worked fine. "And I'll give us both one after we get into the flames. I want us all to walk in, and set Anna down so she's sitting up. Then I want Elsa to sit in front of her and us in back. Then Elsa holds her two flames to Anna's chest, and we hold ours to her back while we all sit in a giant flame. Hopefully that will be enough to melt the ice."

The young blonde, and the older brunette both steeled themselves before the roaring flames of the fire. They both surveyed each other, and with neither of them finding the least shred of fear, they nodded their silent assent.

"Alright then. A couple more things before we go: while in the fire, don't try to speak. This is not the original intention for this magic. The original use was activated by speech, and I'm quite sure that activating it here and now would be most unwise. This is the best way I know to be in magical fire and not get burned, even though it is meant for something else entirely. And you will also notice that you won't be able to see anything so you might as well close your eyes and go by feel." He noted before grabbing a handful of glittery powder from the sack in his hand and throwing it into the angry orange flames. Flames that immediately flared emerald green and the group felt all of the searing heat disappear. The two females were astonished once again at this magic, but were brought out of it by Harry's gesture to go on in, before he himself led on. Then when he'd been completely enveloped by the flames he reached one hand out to take hold of the older lady's hand, thus preventing her from being burnt. She gingerly took it and stepped into the inferno, her unconscious polyjuiced daughter in her arms, and her twin two steps behind.

Seconds turned into minutes within the fire, as the three individuals performed their tasks within. Soon any apprehensions that they had, about sitting in a six foot wall of green colored flames conjured by an 11 year old wizard that they'd only just met, had waned away. It felt sort of like the wind on their skins, pleasantly warm, but not uncomfortable. The heat did start to rise once, but the older lady felt her young companion drop his blue flame for a moment and throw another handful of the powder into the fire, before re-casting the flame spell and returning to his task. Elsa did test the vision aspect of Harry's briefing once, and confirmed that all she could see was a blinding emerald light. They felt the heat rise, and then fall back down when Harry again added more powder. He did this a total of 4 times before the other two began wondering how long they were going to keep going. They'd long since lost track of how long they'd been at it. But there was a problem. They couldn't speak to ask him.

Finally after he'd added yet another handful of powder to the fire. Josephine nudged him with her elbow. He didn't respond. He probably thought it was an accident, so she nudged him two times quickly. He flattened his hand in hers as if to say 'What?' he felt her arm move for a moment before freezing as she no doubt tried to think of a way to convey her thoughts without voice or vision. After a few seconds she pulled his hand upwards before pausing in thought then continuing on again more deliberately. She brought their clasped hands up to where he assumed her face was and touched the top of his wrist with her nose. He gestured "what?" again. So she touched the same spot twice this time, and added a steady tap of her thumb on his hand. She kept it up as he tried to puzzle it out. Then she repeated the actions again only tapping harder this time, but with the same steady rhythm. Like a ticking clock. He squeezed her hand when he'd gotten the message. She felt him once again drop his flame and reach for something. He brought it over and touched it to her hand. She assumed it was the bag of powder he brought with them. To confirm he took a pinch of it and sprinkled it over their hands so she could feel it. It felt somewhat like sand. Then he took the bag and held it up, then used their entwined hands to gesture from the top of the bag all the way to the bottom. Then he shrugged. She got the message. They'd be doing this until he ran out of powder, and he didn't know any other way. She squeezed her understanding, and they returned to their tasks.

After a few more minutes she elbowed him again. Then she began to worm her fingers around his and used both their index fingers to gesture around Anna to Elsa, then ticked on his hand again. He squeezed and dropped his flame once again. She felt him adjust his position to get a little more reach. He reached around the unconscious girl and felt along the bed of coals beneath them until he touched a foot which jerked away from him. He chased it and touched it again. It tensed but didn't move. He moved up a little and found a kneecap then moved more upwards where he found a forearm. The arm he found dropped its flame and grabbed his hand. He manipulated her fingers into a thumbs up then squeezed it, then a thumbs down with a squeeze, then drew a question mark on the back of her hand. She paused for a moment before turning her hand back into a thumbs up and gesturing that she was okay. He squeezed her hand to say 'that's good.' Then he drew a small circle on her wrist then began ticking on it with his finger. She gestured a "what?" so he did it again. This time she did the same thing, but more exaggerated. So it was more of a 'what about it?' he let go of her hand for a second before putting the bag of powder into it. She absently grabbed it without knowing what it was. His hand wrapping around hers and keeping hold on the bag so she wouldn't drop it. He then let her take the weight of it to see how full it was. Then to be sure he sprinkled some on her hand. Then he took her hand and manipulated it so she held it up in a "halt" gesture. Then he used his hand to illustrate the level falling down her hand to the bottom. She took his hand and gestured her understanding. He then repeated the clock gesture before then using his finger like one of the hands of the clock on her wrist and ticking it onward, then drew more circles on the watch then another question mark. She again gestured her understanding that he didn't know how long it would take. Then he repeated the level falling gesture and emphasized the empty portion, then tightly grabbed her wrist and jerked her shoulder a little, indicating that when it was time to go, he'd pull her out. She squeezed her understanding. Before they both returned to their work.

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*Cough Cough*…"Did it work?" asked Josephine as she tried to clear her overly dry lungs. Harry had just finished doing the same and was now kneeling down to examine the young girl they'd been trying to save. He waved his wand and re-cast the diagnostic spell. Moments later he dropped the spell.

"Well, I'm not a healer, but as far as I can tell, there is no more ice in her heart." He informed two very relieved ladies. "Her vitals are all stable, it seems that the temporary core that was given to her by the polyjuice did its job, as she's no longer in danger of a magical overload. Although, as you can see, she's still under the potion's effects despite the fact it should have worn off quite some time ago." He said pensively.

"is that a problem, is she going to be stuck like that?" asked a worried Elsa.

"No. I don't think so. I've never heard of anyone getting stuck after drinking polyjuice, but a friend of mine did accidentally use a cat hair once. It's not meant for non-human transformations, so she kind of got stuck halfway for a while. But it wore off in a day or two. This is more likely a side-effect of all the different magicks she's absorbed in the last little bit. What with your ice, and the liquid luck, the polyjuice, and not to mention extended exposure with two different kinds of magical fire. It should wear off soon." He stood and re-examined the area they were in. it was now quite late. He had no idea how long they had been in that fire, he began to re-pack his things and vanish the remains of the fire. "Well, it must be quite late. I really must be getting on my way." He said as he hefted his bag over his shoulder. "Seeing as your horse hasn't seen fit to return, it would only be proper for me to make sure you all make it home safely. I assume you live in Arendelle. Yes?" he offered.

"You really aren't from around here are you?" asked Josephine with a smirk.

"No ma'am, why do you ask?"

"No reason. It's just that most people in Arendelle know who I am." She smiled at the notion. Although she could see why one would think her to be a normal citizen, she had forgone all the royal adornments for this little rescue mission.

"Well maybe I'll see you around then. I haven't been in town too awful long, and I've spent so much of my time working with the ice harvesters I haven't even had much of a chance to think of a way to get back home, much less get acquainted with anyone." He made small talk as the lady once again picked her daughter up in her arms.

"Are you lost?" asked Elsa curiously.

"You could say that."

"Well where are you from exactly? Maybe we can help you find it." She offered. He gave her an odd expression.

"Well, at the risk of overloading you guys with too much weirdness, but also not being rude. Let's just say it's not so much of a 'where' as much as it is a 'when', and leave it at that. Eh?" he smiled. They gave him a strange expression, but after everything they'd seen that day, it's not the strangest thing that'd happened. "Ready to go?"

"Yes, I suppose so. Come along Elsa dear, it's a long walk back." She held her free hand out to her daughter.

"Oh… you don't want to walk all the way back do you?" said Harry.

"You have a better way?" asked an exhausted Josephine.

"Well…quicker would be the word I'd use." He kind of grimaced at the thought.

"Do tell." She said with slight interest.

"Care to hazard a guess?" he smirked and looked toward Elsa who's eyes lit up.

"Magic?" she said with hope.

"Bingo." He pointed at her and moved to stand between the two of them. "Would just outside the city gates do?"

"Umm. I suppose, but I don't know what…" Josephine trailed off.

"If you'll each take an arm." He said and they both did so. "I'll warn you, traveling this way is somewhat…unpleasant, but it is quite safe, and much much quicker… and here, we…" he said as he spun on his heel and all four of them disappeared in a pop. Only to reappear a split second later just out of sight of the city gates with a similar pop. "…go…" he finished as he grabbed Josephine's arm to steady her as she swayed wildly and gasped for breath.

"Goodness me, Unpleasant is right. I felt like I'd been squashed flat for a moment there." She panted as she steadied herself.

"Yeah. That never really goes away either, but I must say you withstood it quite well. Most people vomit the first time." He commented off hand. All Josephine did was nod and look pale.

"I thought it was fun. Can we go again?" laughed Elsa. Harry merely looked at her and began laughing. Soon they were all laughing, all unpleasantness forgotten.

"Maybe later dear, we really must be getting…back…" Josephine trailed off as she directed her attention to her unconscious daughter who seemed to be transforming before her very eyes. He limbs slowly shrank and her hair began to darken and her freckles returned, soon she was back in her original body.

"Looks like the polyjuice finally wore off, now I can quit worrying so much." Harry commented. "I can't promise I'll be around for very long, but if anything else happens, and you need my help again, feel free to look me up. And it goes without saying that we'll keep each other's magic a secret." They nodded their agreement. "Then I must be on my way. I trust you can make it from here."

"Indeed. Well I thank you Harry. For everything." She curtsied to him politely.

"It was my pleasure ma'am." He bowed back. "you may want to have a doctor look her over to be sure. Healing was never really my forte."

"I'll be sure to do so." She began the short walk towards the gates.

"Bye Harry." Said a shy Elsa.

"Goodbye, Elsa. That really is quite a gift you have. You should cherish it."

"But, what if I hurt someone?" she commented unsure.

"Fortune favors the Bold, and Practice makes Perfect." He smiled as he began walking as well. "Although keeping it secret would be wise. People fear what they do not understand."

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Author's Note

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I got a lot of alerts on this story already, even though I've barely posted anything. Seems everyone likes a little Frozen. I appreciate the alerts, fav's, and reviews, and look forward to reading more. I'm going to try and keep these chapters short, so I can get them out quicker. But I have to give the obligatory author's excuse of sickness, work, and season changes all causing my writing to take a backseat as it were, but I'll keep on going until the writer's block sets in. I'm also working on my other stories at the same time. Kind of writing in a circuit, that way some progress gets made somewhere. I'm getting to the point where I really need to make a general outline for this one, so I know where to steer it. Up until now I've just been going on the "Harry in Arendelle" premise, and letting everything sort of fall into place.

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