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Harry Potter and the Amulet of Ice

Chapter Five: Of Undoing and Understanding

"Let me give you the short version… When I was a baby, there was an evil wizard on the rise. Called himself Voldemort. Not that it matters. The details aren't important other than the fact he wanted to kill me and my parents, who were both magical. They went into hiding, but when I was one year old, he found us and killed them, and tried to kill me, but some sort of magic, that I never really found out the specifics of, caused the curse he tried killing me with to bounce right off and hit him instead. Seemingly destroying him and leaving me perfectly fine except for a cut on my forehead." He lifted his hair to show the scar which they noted before moving on.

"I was placed with my aunt, uncle, and cousin, who were most definitely not magical. In fact they hated with a passion anything they viewed as remotely abnormal. My childhood was not a happy one. And that is a gross understatement."

"Skip forward to my 11th birthday when I find out I'm a wizard and there's a school that teaches magic. I go there, make friends, enemies, learn magic, and uncover a plot to steal a valuable artifact that is under heavy guard within the school. Teachers won't believe us, so we try to stop it ourselves. Turns out Voldemort was behind it. He wasn't quite killed when his curse rebounded, and was hanging on by a thread and some terribly dark magic. The artifact would have revived him, had I not managed to fight him and beat him…again." He paused for a moment.

"Year two. Everything seems to be going wrong. I had to be rescued from my relatives, by some friends when they'd pretty much imprisoned me for some magic I didn't even do. My passage to school was blocked, so I had to find alternate means. Other than that, school was fine until students began getting attacked and petrified. The frozen kind, not the scared kind. Think human statue, frozen in time. Completely reversible with the right potion that couldn't be brewed until near the end of the year. A strange turn of events causes the entire school, minus a few, to believe I'm to blame. The year continues on, full of angst, till my best friend is attacked, and my other friend's sister is taken. Some quick detective work, and once again, I'm facing Voldemort, by myself. This time it was a piece of his soul he'd anchored in a diary, and he brought a friend. A sixty foot long, thousand year old, highly poisonous snake. I fight it, nearly die, save the girl, defeat the wizard, and get my best friend back. 3 - nil."

"Year three started with an escaped prisoner from the high security wizard's prison. First one in its long history. Turns out he was my dad's best friend, and my godfather, who'd allegedly given up their location to Voldemort in the first place, then proceeded to slaughter a street full of people for no good reason. A fairly normal year considering. Ended up finding out that he was actually innocent, and broke out in order to protect me from the real traitor, who we almost captured, but he managed to escape due to a werewolf, and an ill-timed full moon. This set off my first adventure with time travel. Though we only went back a few hours. We saved a magical creature from the hangman's noose, and both my godfather, and our past selves, from a fate worse than death. Didn't catch the traitor, but we made it out alive."

"Year four was interesting. I fought a dogfight with a dragon, morphed into a fish and fought some merpeople, outsmarted a sphinx, and watched a friend die as Voldemort finally regained his body, whereupon I dueled him to a draw before escaping."

"Year five…ahh year five…one of the worst times of my life, though looking back on it I could have done so much more to improve it, knowing what I know now of course. Basically, it all boiled down to the higher-ups not wanting to believe that Voldemort had returned. I forgot to mention how afraid they were of him. Refused to speak his name even. Called him 'You-Know-Who'. Bunch of cowards. They sent a horrid spiteful teacher to censor those of us who knew the truth. I of course fought back. That was most of the year right there. Till I had a vision of my godfather being tortured by Voldemort. By this time, everyone we could call on for help had been run off by the evil teacher. So my friends and I mounted our own rescue mission, where we found out the vision had been bait to lure me out. We fought a losing battle with Voldemort's lackeys before backup arrived and turned the tide, though my godfather died in the process. Voldemort showed up, and fought with Headmaster Dumbledore, to a draw. The only upside was that he'd been seen and they were forced to admit he was back."

"Year six was all about finding Voldemort's other soul anchors. Like the diary in second year, we figured he had to have made more. So we researched his past to try and find them. The headmaster got one of them, and we both went to retrieve another, which turned out to be fake. When we got back, we found out the school had been invaded by Voldemort's followers and there was a battle raging. The headmaster was playing the long con, he sacrificed himself to protect a double agent who would in turn do his best to protect the rest of the students from the enemy's side, as they rose to power once more. I decided not to return for my final year."

"I had to wait until I turned seventeen, which is when you are recognized as an adult in wizarding culture, and the charms that track underage wizards lift. Mere days after my birthday, the government fell to Voldemort, and my two friends and I began our quest for the anchors. It was basically a whole year of running, hiding, and camping in the woods. We found the real version of the fake one we'd gotten earlier, and eventually destroyed it. We found another as well, but lost our method of destroying them in the process. And we also caused Voldemort to catch wind of what we were doing, and head towards the remaining one which was at the school. We had a head start on him, and were able to rally the troops beforehand. We ended up finding and destroying the last hidden one, as well as two more that were in…ahh…living creatures…there was an epic battle, of which I was the sole survivor."

"Then I was overcome with grief for a long time. Couldn't tell you how long really. I eventually got over it enough to leave. And leave I did. I went off on my own for another amount of time I didn't care to even try keeping track of. Eventually I made my way back to the school which had been closed. I found plans for a device to travel further back in time than the small one we'd used in third year. I thought I could go back and re-do everything, and try and save everyone I'd lost. So I spent yet more time in the library researching and learning how to construct the device. Eventually I did get it built and ready to go. I got in, fired it up, and here I am. 140 plus years in the past and thousands of miles away."

"That's ah. Quite the story." Said the king. "I thought you said that you were going to give us the short version."

"That WAS the short version. like I said, I think it's good for you to know where I come from. At least the overview. Plus it lends credibility to my claims as no one's imagination is active enough to come up with details like that on the fly. For proof, however, I'd like to show you the last preparations I made on the device, and what happened after." He offered. They agreed and he prepared the pensive before they all dove in once more.

When he started the memory, he had them note that he was indeed in his late teens during this portion. The memory was of him making final preparations and starting the device. There was a large flash, then darkness, and they couldn't really tell much until 'memory Harry' came to while in freefall. After he'd landed in the snow and looked out across Arendelle, the memory stopped and they found themselves back in the lounge.

"Well. What do you think?" he asked. They both looked somewhat pale from all the strange happenings that morning.

"What you say is just so unbelievable, but yet you've shown us proof, so we almost have to believe it, despite how incredible it is." Said Josephine.

"Well I tried to be as truthful as I could, but still remain vague. One of the rules of time travel is to not give out details of future events. Although, considering just how far back I've gone, and that most of my story isn't really relevant to you, most of that concern can be avoided."

"Oh. I see. So you're trying not to change anything then?" asked the queen.

"Right. There's no way to tell what impact any changes will have on future events. That's where these rules come from. To try and avoid paradoxes."

"Paradoxes?"

"Yeah. Say a man kills another man, and is so distraught over it he's willing to spend his entire life finding a way to travel back in time in order to stop himself from doing it, only to find out that he was his own victim, who he'd killed when he was younger. That's something we all want to avoid."

"But wouldn't you being here at all change what should have happened? Maybe I should have died in the forest that night. What if you hadn't been there to help?" she began to panic a little.

"Or. After all this is done, and if I somehow find a way to travel back to my present, only to look in a history book to find that I was always supposed to travel back and save you. Time travel is funny that way. Try not to think about it too much, or you'll drive yourself crazy. The simplest thing to do is to keep this fact between us, and to avoid any talk of future technology."

"Why technology?" the king asked.

"It's the easiest knowledge to exploit. For example…I think I can discuss it this once without endangering anything as it's so far out of the capabilities of anyone from this time…" he paused mid-sentence. "Promise not to talk about this invention?" they nodded reluctantly, and he continued. "In my time, there is a device that allows anyone in the world, to talk to anyone else in the world as easily as I'm talking to you now." He smirked at their astonished faces. "And this device is small enough to fit in your pocket." He put his hand in his pocket to illustrate. "Now if you were to use that knowledge to build such a thing before it was built originally, it would completely change the world, which might cause my great grandparents to not meet, and me not to have been born in order to travel back and give you the idea. Creating a paradox."

"Ok. No talk of the future. Got it." Charles nodded.

"Right. That's all I can think of for the moment. I think it's your turn. Anything I might need to know?" he turned the conversation towards them. They stopped and looked at one another for a moment.

"Well, I don't really know what to say." The king mumbled.

"Perhaps we could look at what happened after Anna was first hit with Elsa's magic." Harry suggested.

"Oh. Okay. How do I…umm." The king motioned to his head.

"Just hold the memory in the front of your mind, like you were getting ready to re-live it." Harry said as he put his wand up to the man's temple. The king wasn't really sure if he was doing the right thing, but soon Harry had extracted a silver strand from his head, and placed it in the pensieve. They all joined hands and dove in.

The three of them watched in silence as the memory played on. It started when the two parents burst into the ballroom, which was absolutely covered in ice, to find their youngest daughter's unconscious form clutched in her elder sister's arms.

"It was an accident…I…She…" the frightened girl stammered. The queen took Anna in her arms.

"She's ice cold." She said.

"I know where we have to go." The king stated, before hurriedly rushing to the library and getting an ancient looking map, then proceeding to have two horses saddled, whereupon the four of them raced into the wilderness. A trail of ice forming behind them.

They entered a meadow where several funny looking creatures formed out of the rocks, then they began talking to them.

"I don't think I've seen any magical creatures like that before." Harry commented.

"Trolls?" the king asked.

"That's not like any kind of troll I've ever run across before, but then again. I never was the expert on magical creatures. I'm just glad they aren't crumple-horned snorkaks."

"What's that?" the queen asked.

"No idea, but if you see one, it's a good indicator of when it's a good time to get far far away from your current position." He said offhandedly as he was trying to listen to the head troll. The king and queen shared a look and both of them shrugged. The memory ended when they were heading back to the castle.

"Okay then. What did you do after that?" Harry asked.

"We went home and went to bed." The queen answered.

"I mean in general, about the magic." He chuckled, keeping the mood light.

"Like I said before, we reduced the staff to a minimum, closed the gates to the public, and tried to isolate them as best we could, without being cruel of course." Said Charles.

"Isolate who from what?"

"both of them, from the public, from the magic…"

"..From each other?" he asked with all seriousness. The two looked somewhat guilty.

"It. Was necessary. For their own good."

"You do realize that, if your goal is for her to learn control, that isolation is almost the worst possible thing you could have done?" they looked horrified.

"But..we.. we had to…" the queen chimed in, but Harry stopped her.

"It's okay. It doesn't matter now. We can still fix it. Is there anything else I need to know?" the two of them thought for quite a while.

"Not that we can come up with at the moment." The king said.

"Well then, shall we go pay them a visit then? Tell them the news?" he asked. And they agreed. As he gathered his pack, the king a queen lead him out into the hall.

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Lots of walking, several hallways, and some small talk later, they arrived in what must be the living section of the castle. It was still lavishly decorated, but there was a certain, lived-in feel about it.

"Well, here we are. The girls should be up by now. How do we go about this?" The queen asked quietly. Harry nodded as he thought for a while, trying to channel Hermione.

"Ok. Here's the plan…" the three of them leaned in as he whispered the plan.

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*knock*knock*

"Elsa, dear. May we come in?" Josephine said in her motherly voice. There wasn't an answer, except for further sobbing. So they slowly entered. Her room was the same as always. Mostly clean except for whatever she happened to be playing with last. The only thing that stood out was that the large window was completely frosted over and covered with ice. There were also several small icy footprints with small stalagmites rising out of them, that led to the bed where there was a lump hiding under the covers making sniffling noises.

"Mmmomm…I I…" came a muffled voice.

"Shh. It's okay honey. It's alright." She soothed as she sat on the bed and patted the lump. Elsa jerked away reflexively. The king had made his way to the other side of the bed and halted her retreat.

"We're here Elsa, we're not going anywhere." He comforted. This seemed to relax her as she cried softly for a while longer before emerging from her fortress of blankets wiping her puffy eyes. They shared a family hug before they finally got a smile out of her.

"There we go. Feeling better already." The queen touched the blonde's nose, causing her to giggle.

"It's a good thing too. Today is special after all." Charles hinted.

"Special? Special how? It's not a holiday, is it?" the girl inquired.

"No. not a holiday…"

"Hmm… someone's birthday?" she guessed again.

"Nope." He shook his head.

"Well what is it then?" she asked curiously.

"Now, that would be telling." He smirked, and she pouted. Causing him to laugh. "Okay, okay. I'll tell, but we have to tell your sister too. Are you ready to go out?" she looked apprehensive for a moment before nodding and jumping up out of bed to go dig in her dresser. After throwing some things out she came back with some long white gloves that reached nearly up to her elbows. The three of them exited the room back into the hallway and up to the door directly across.

*Knock, Knock* "Anna, Sweetheart, You up yet?" Josephine announced before slowly letting herself in.

"Yep. I'm awake." Came a somewhat cheerful reply moments later.

"Good, We've got some news." She explained as the three of them filed into the bedroom. Anna got up to greet them. It seemed she'd been sitting by her window drawing little doodles, trying to something calm, so as to not burn anything else. Or so Harry figured, as he followed silently and invisibly.

"Oh, What is…Elsa!" She began to ask before seeing her sister and rushing in for a hug. Elsa started for a moment before concentrating so as to not repeat the last hug they'd had.

"Hey Anna." She greeted. "Feeling better?" she asked, having not seen her since they returned from their little field trip, and hearing about the curtain incedent.

"MmmHmm" she nodded, her striped braids flopping wildly. The two parents smiled fondly at their children, although a hint of regret crept in at the thought that they'd separated them in the first place.

"Girls, we've got something to tell you." Said Charles.

"Are we in trouble?" Anna asked meekly.

"No, no. nothing like that." Josephine dismissed, and they both looked relieved.

"Well…ahh…Where to begin…" he searched his wife's face, which seemed to tell him to be honest.

"The other day, when you got sick. Remember we said that a traveler came by and helped you?" they nodded, Elsa gave a look as she tried to follow the pseudo-doublespeak. "Well, it seems that the accident with the curtains, might have been a side effect of that." He tried to be gentle, and not seem accusatory.

"Y..You mean, I did start the fire?" Anna asked guiltily as she looked down at her hands, now on the verge of crying.

"Now now." He knelt down and held his daughters shoulders. "Just because you started it, doesn't mean it was anything other than an accident. It's not your fault. We're just going to have to learn how to be careful." He said softly as he pulled her into a hug as she began sobbing.

"A…am I a…M..Monster?" she cried into his shoulder. He patted her back for a moment.

"No. never." He said quietly before pulling back and making eye contact with her. "Now listen here. Don't you ever think that. You're my daughter, and that means I'll love you no matter what. Understand?" he said sternly enough to be serious, but not angry. She returned to hugging him and he looked over her tiny shoulder to his older daughter who was also tearing up. He reached out and pulled her in to his other shoulder. She hugged for a moment before pulling away so as not to cover anyone in ice, but understood he was talking to her as well.

Anna continued to cry and hug her father, while Elsa and Josephine shared a short hug. By then Anna seemed to calm and shared a hug with her mother as well.

"Please don't think I'm weird." Anna said to her sister, who smiled at the irony.

"Me?...Never." she chuckled as the mood lightened a little.

"You're not weird, or a monster, or anything else. You're special." The king smiled before standing again.

"…Both of you." Josephine chimed in, causing Anna to look confused, and Elsa to look surprised, and then quizzical. Anna picked up on it.

"Can you make fire too?" she asked curiously. Anna looked kind of afraid, and looked to her parents, wandering what to do.

"Go ahead Honey. It's okay." The queen urged.

"But, you said…" she argued.

"Ah. But now things are different." The king said. She looked apprehensive, but didn't argue further. She turned to her sister who looked expectant. Elsa slowly removed her gloves and flexed her fingers and taking a step back. She held her palm up and braced it by holding her wrist. After a beat, a small blue light came from her palm and a snowflake began to grow a few inches above it. It spun slowly in place as it grew, and crystalized, branches cutting off in perfect symmetrical patterns until it was about 3 inches across. Anna's eyes widening as she got so close she could almost touch it with her nose.

"Wow. That's so cool" she marveled.

"Very." Elsa picked up on the unintentional pun. They both chuckled.

"I never knew…How long?" Anna asked. Elsa began to answer, but their mother cut them off.

"She was born with it, but we can talk about all that later." She explained.

"There's still some more things we have to tell you." The king stated. "Elsa knows this, but you don't Anna. Magic is a beautiful, wonderful thing, but it's also very dangerous. If anyone were to find out, they might want to hurt you. So, learning to control it is key. Until now, we haven't ever been able to find anyone who could teach it."

"You mean…" Elsa started.

"Yes, we've found someone who has agreed to teach you."

"Me too?" Anna asked.

"Well, you see. You've only just started showing signs after Elsa's last accident, but he has said if you need it, he'll try his best.

"Accident? I thought I got sick."

"I'm afraid that was just what we told you so we could keep her magic a secret. We're sorry dear." He apologized for misleading her.

"I'm sorry too Anna. It was all my fault." Elsa said.

"Now now. It was an accident. Just like the fire. It's nobody's fault." Charles said.

"Everything worked out in the end, and hopefully it won't happen again." Said the queen. The girls both nodded acceptingly. "Would you like to meet him?"

"Uhh huh." They nodded enthusiastically.

"That's your cue." She said up into the air

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Author's Note

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Well. Another one bites the dust. I'm sort of breaking my rule of keeping a certain buffer of written material for this one, but I've sort of written myself into a corner in ch7. Luckily I'm making a little progress in my other story so maybe I'll pick this back up on the rebound after I've written myself into a corner on that one. That seems to be what works for me, writing in a circuit depending on what I'm interested in at the moment. Just have to be sure to leave myself good notes. Then remember to delete those notes before posting haha.

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