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Midnight Adventure

"Hey! You at least could have asked politely if I could step aside!" Fred complained angrily. The ignored him and took one book from the shelf and handed it his friend that wore large and round black glasses on his nose. The boy then turned to Elsa. He bowed in front of Elsa as if she was a princess and when he noticed his friends didn't follow suit, he glared darkly at them. They then also bowed, before the three friends straightened their backs again a moment later.

"May I introduce myself? I am Hans Westergaard," Hans introduced himself and then pointed to his two friends, "and this is David Greyrat and Karl Weaseltown-"

"Weselton!" Karl corrected him with a hissed tone. "It's Karl Weselton."

Obviously that happened more often than Karl liked it to happen. Fred, George and Kristoff giggled about Hans' mistake and earned a dark glare from Karl. "If I were you, I would shut up!" he hissed angrily. "Weasley isn't better. If I think about that," Karl mused aloud, "maybe we should call you Weaseltown."

"Hey! That's mean!" the twins complained loudly. In the meantime they had the attention of almost everyone in the library, but no one of their little group seemed to notice it until Madame Pince the librarian cleared her throat. "This is a library, which means you have to be quiet in order not to disturb the other students. If you can't be quiet, then leave or I am throwing you out." she said with an angry bite in her voice. Hand turned in her direction and showed him a charming smile.

"I am very sorry for our disturbance Madame Pince. It won't happen again, I promise." Hans said and sounded almost sincerely apologetic. "By the way, you look lovely today."

Elsa, Kristoff and the twins stared open mouthed at Hans. They saw how Madame Pince stalked to her desk again, a light flush on her cheeks and sat down, taking the book, she was reading, in her hands again.

Hans turned grinning to the four first-years. "Sweetheart, you shouldn't hang around these losers," Hans said, offering Elsa his hand, "and since I am already in the third year, I can help you with your studies, show you how it works in Hogwarts. What do you say?"

Elsa took two steps back and replied in a determined voice, "Thanks, but I do just fine. I decide with whom I hang out and you and your friends are definitely not the people I want near me."

Hans gritted his teeth for a moment, but then his charming smile was back in place again. "Don't be ridiculous Sweetheart. I own Hogwarts, I can introduce you to the important people here, show you how everything works. I can help you to become one of the best witches that Hogwarts has ever seen."

"No, thank you." Elsa replied now she had a mixture of annoyance and sharpness in her voice.

Her friends laughed at Hans. "You own Hogwarts?!" Fred laughed loudly. "Don't talk such nonsense! You are just a student of this school like everyone else"

"My father works for the ministry and my mother also is a well-known member of the wizarding society!" Hans said sharply.

"And?" George asked unimpressed. "That doesn't mean you are better than the rest of us and you don't own Hogwarts either. And if you don't know by now, Elsa is Dumbledore's granddaughter, who is coincidentally the headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Hey, don't use my family relations!" Elsa protested, but no one seemed to hear her. Or they just ignored her. Elsa was at least grateful that the other students stopped staring at their little group and went back to concentrating on their studies.

"I bet you can nothing!" Kristoff blurted out. Fred and George nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I bet she would win a duel against you!" George said, grinning from ear to ear as he imagined Hans' angry face, after losing in a duel against Elsa. Kristoff and George laughed.

"Hans losing a game against a little girl," David laughed heavily, "That's so ridiculous!"

"He would finish little Ms. Dumbledore mercilessly in a duel." Karl said triumphantly and David added, "Yeah and even you four first-years together would never beat Hans in a fair wizard's duel."

"Maybe not we," George said determined, "but Elsa would."

"No I wouldn't. Let's go and finish our homework somewhere else." Elsa tried to intervene, but unfortunately no one listened to her.

"Oh really?" Hans, David and Karl asked in a false surprised tone.

"Yes," George and Kristoff replied in unison.

"We'll see who was right. Wizard's duel, next Saturday at midnight," Fred suggested triumphantly."

"Then we'll see who is better; Elsa or Hans." His twin agreed.

"No! Don't count me in! I'm not going to do that!" Elsa said louder than before to make herself heard, but again no one seemed to listen, what she had to say.

"Agreed," Hans said, offering his hand to Fred.

"But I don't!" Elsa shouted angrily.

Her outburst not only earned her the attention from her friends, but also from the rest of the students who were in the library. And Madame Pince again came over to them. "Ms. Dumbledore, didn't I make myself clear earlier? I suggest you lower your voice at once or I am afraid you have to leave the library."

"I am sorry Madame Pince." Elsa quickly apologized and promised it wouldn't happen again. After Madame Pince walked to her seat again, George and Kristoff pulled her behind a book shelf. "What do you mean, you are not agreeing to the duel?" Kristoff asked shocked and confused.

"Exactly that," Elsa replied annoyed and still angry. "You just made a deal over my head without even asking about my opinion! And now you are wondering why I don't agree?!"

"Um…" George and Kristoff exchanged a realizing look.

"Besides, I am losing before the duel even properly started," Elsa said, before Kristoff or George had the opportunity to say something. But they only shook their heads, which irritated and angered Elsa further. "No, you are winning. We believe in you." George said encouraging. Kristoff nodded affirmative. "Yeah, we are going to help you prepare for the duel and besides, you are the best in our year-"

"It was just the first week!" Elsa protested. She was still not convinced about the duel, "He will be so much better than me."

"Look, it really doesn't matter to us if you win or lose. Just do it and we will never decide over your head again," Kristoff said.

"We all promise and we don't expect you to win."

"But-"

"No, Elsa, we got you into that stupid situation and now we can't expect you to win. Just do your best."

"Please," Kristoff and George pleaded at the same time. Elsa swallowed and looked away, thinking for a moment. Also she didn't like it, she knew it was a challenge and maybe there was a small chance of her winning. At least she knew her friends believed in her. She sighed heavily and slowly nodded, before turning her head back to George and Kristoff.

"Okay, I'll do it." she said, but didn't sound convinced. "Thank you!"

Kristoff and George hugged her, before the three went back to Fred, Hans and his friends. "Alright, she agreed." George announced happily. Hans couldn't suppress a bright grin and nodded. "Alright, Sweetheart, I hope you are a good loser." he said, "We'll meet next Saturday in front of the gargoyle statue."

Hans turned and stalked away, followed by Karl and David.

Without saying a word, Elsa sat down again and started with her essay for Potions. She still didn't like how this meeting turned out and tried to bury her worries and anger by doing her homework. Fred, George and Kristoff thankfully said nothing for a while, which gave Elsa the opportunity to calm down. For a while they were just working silent on their homework until Kristoff sighed in frustration and closed his book soundly. Fred and George looked up. "What's wrong Kristoff?" George asked curious.

"I don't get it! The essay for Snape, I mean." Kristoff said, "How am I supposed to write two rolls of parchment if I don't understand the topic?"

"It's in the book; page twenty-one onwards." Elsa provided helpfully without looking up from her own parchment. "Hey, can you show me your essay? Just the beginning, so I know how to start."

Elsa sighed, but gave Kristoff her parchment. Fred and George got up and rounded the table to be able to read over Kristoff's shoulder. "That's good. Can we-"

"No!" Elsa said immediately, cutting George off. "You can't copy my essay!"

George held his hands in a surrendered position and replied calmly, "Okay, okay… relax Elsa… It was just a question."

Elsa nodded and turned her attention back to her essay that Kristoff handed her back. They had to write an essay about healing potions, which would be the topic for next week's lesson. The rest of the morning until lunch time passed without any further incidents.

They spent the time after lunch outside, because it was a sunny, albeit chilly day. When it was almost four o'clock, Elsa and her friends parted ways. She walked inside and got to the second floor. Elsa briefly paused in front of a stony statue in form of a gargoyle. The gargoyle guarded the entrance to the headmaster's office and looked down at Elsa. He waited until she said the right password.

"Chocolate cake," Elsa said and the gargoyle jumped aside, revealing a spiral staircase. Elsa passed the gargoyle and started walking upstairs. At the fourth or fifth step she could hear how the gargoyle jumped back on its spot, blocking the entrance again.

"Hello Elsa, " Dumbledore greeted his granddaughter, "right on time."

"Hi Grandpa!" Elsa greeted the headmaster cheerfully and hugged him. Dumbledore hugged her back, a warm smile on his old face and his light blue eyes sparkled behind his half-moon glasses. He led Elsa into his circular office. Elsa never had been in Dumbledore's office and was surprised how spacious and friendly it looked. She immediately felt comfortable here. Almost all wizards or witches in the portraits that hung on the walls were asleep. Some were looking at Elsa, others were talking quietly with the wizard or witch next to them and some portraits were even empty.

"Who are all these people?" Elsa asked.

"They are all former headmasters of Hogwarts." Dumbledore answered casually and went further into the room, giving Elsa enough time to look around. "Why are some pictures empty? Where are these wizards?"

"They are in their other portraits in other buildings."

"You mean they can go from Hogwarts to the Ministry?" Elsa asked disbelievingly and therefore was surprised as she saw her grandfather nod affirmative. "Yes, they can," he answered gently, "but not only to the ministry. It depends on where the second portrait of the wizard or witch is."

There were large book shelves on the walls, on one of the walls the 'Sorting Hat', a sword and other things. On some small tables were sweeping and smoking measuring instruments that Elsa had never seen before and didn't know for what they could possibly be used. She figured only her grandfather would know. Next to a staircase that led to a gallery was a rod on which a beautiful bird sat and was soundly asleep. Elsa carefully took several steps forward, but kept her distance to not wake the bird.

"Is it a phoenix?"

"Yes, Fawkes, my loyal friend."

"He is beautiful." Elsa said, staring at the magnificent scarlet bird with golden tail feathers. Fawkes slowly opened his eyes and looked at Elsa for a long moment. Then he fluttered to her and sat on her shoulder, nudging her cheek. "Do you think he likes me? Or does he want me to caress him?"

"Probably both," Dumbledore replied with a chuckle. He drew his wand out of his robe and transformed his mahogany desk and chair into a coffee table and armchair. He then conjured another armchair. "That should be more comfortable, don't you think Elsa?"

The girl nodded and sat down. Fawkes fluttered down from her shoulder and sat down at the armrest of her armchair. "You don't want to leave me, right Fawkes?" Elsa said smilingly to the bird. Two tea cups, a tea pot and a plate with chocolate cookies on it appeared on the coffee table. Dumbledore poured tea in the two cups and handed one to Elsa.

"Thank you."

"Now, you have to tell me everything of your week. Did you make friends? Do you like it here?" After sipping her hot tea, she set the cup down and took a chocolate cookie. "It's great here." she said, nodding forcefully. "I met Fred and George Weasley and Kristoff Bjorgman in the train."

"Ah, three very nice young boys. I am glad you found friends so quickly. And how is it with your other classmates. I hope they are treating you well."

"Yes, they do – at least most of them." Elsa replied and swallowed. "At first it was strange, because they were all staring at me. But now, it's okay. I guess they are used to me or something like that."

"If you have problems with someone tell me. I can imagine some of your classmates are jealous."

"Jealous? Why?"

"You are my granddaughter. For most people that is a reason to be jealous, because they think the higher and more known someone is, then the person will get everything what he or she wants. Money, power… the reasons are endless."

"Oh, I didn't realize that."

"I heard your first Potions lesson ended with a little accident." Dumbledore said, effectively changing the topic. But Elsa didn't mind and told her grandfather about the exploding kettle, the first points she earned for Ravenclaw, her first flight on a broom and which her favorite lessons were.

Time flew by as they sat there and talked while eating delicious cookies and drinking tea. Elsa was surprised when her grandfather stated it was already half past five. They downed the rest of their tea, ate the last two cookies and then got to their feet. Together Dumbledore and Elsa walked crossed the room to the door and Fawkes fluttered back to his rod. "I wanted to give you something, before you go." Dumbledore said and pulled an old photograph out of his robe pocket. He showed it Elsa and suddenly tears welled up in her ice blue eyes. Dumbledore wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders, after he bent down to her.

In the middle of the photograph was a young couple. The dirty blonde-haired man had his right arm around the waist of his brown-haired wife. The couple was smiling at their daughter, which the woman had in her arms. More people stood around the couple, smiling happily. It didn't take long for Elsa to identify the people in the photograph; especially not when the baby in the brown-haired woman's arms had pale skin, platinum blonde hair and ice blue eyes. It was winter in the photograph and all, except the baby wore warm winter cloths. The picture of Elsa and her parents must have been taken not long after Elsa was born, since she was still a baby in the photo. Elsa recognized her grandfather next to her mother, trying to get Elsa's attention, while her mother tightened her grip on her daughter and whispered something in the baby's ear. Three more couples and two men were in the picture, standing on either side of the little family in the middle. One couple, a red-haired young woman and a black-haired man, shared a loving look, before turning their attention back to the family in the middle. Elsa also recognized her godfather and another close friend of her parents in the picture. She also could identify Molly Weasley, who was holding hands with another young red-haired man. Elsa assumed this was her husband and the father of Fred and George.

"This photo was taken two months after your birth. I thought you might like to have it." Dumbledore said after a while in which none of them had said a word. Elsa nodded, unable to speak. She felt a big lump in her throat and tears on her cheeks, which froze on her cheeks and fell audible to the floor. Dumbledore wiped her tears away and hugged her tightly. Her body was racked with sobs, but the tears disappeared as soon as they had welled up in her eyes.

"I miss them." she whispered in her grandfather's chest.

"I know."

"Did you find him? Dad, I mean."

For a moment there was nothing else to be heard then their breathing. Then Dumbledore sighed heavily and held her an arm-length away, so he could look into her eyes.

"No, I haven't seen him since your mother died. But I am sure, he is fine. He is strong and won't give up until he is able to come back to you and your sister. Unfortunately the circumstances are very complicated, which doesn't make it easy for your father to come back anytime soon." he explained in a quiet voice and drew her in an embrace once more. "I know he is still out there and thinking of you two." he added.

Dumbledore could feel Elsa nodding reluctantly. After a few moments, Elsa felt better again and held the photo close to her chest. "Thanks, for the photo." she said and managed a small smile on her lips. Dumbledore nodded. "I'll see you at dinner." he said. "Yeah, see you at dinner!" Elsa said; her mood a bit brighter than moments ago. She waved her grandfather as she walked downstairs and then searched for her friends.

Finding a place to practice in the castle was difficult for Elsa and her friends. On Monday she had researched some spells that she could use in her duel and hoped they would be enough to at least match Hans in fighting skills. She wasn't as optimistic as her friends about beating Hans.

After she had finished her research the rest of the week until Saturday was practicing. The first time they practiced in a corridor near the Charms classroom, after dinner. Unfortunately Elsa hit Filch, the janitor, with a spell as Kristoff ducked out of her way to not be hit. The result looked terrible, because his face was marred with boils. Of course, Filch became angry and yelled at Elsa, threatening her to be thrown out of Hogwarts by the end of the week. Thankfully Snape rescued them, or more accurately Elsa, from Filch, by explaining he allowed them to practice in the corridor. After Filch' footsteps couldn't be heard anymore, Elsa thanked the professor for rescuing them. Snape only looked at her, before he turned to her friends and not only took twenty points away from each of them, but also gave the twins and Kristoff detention. They were shocked about Snape's unfairness, but in the end decided to not protest.

After the first clash with Filch, the janitor seemed to follow them after lunch, tea and dinner to make sure, they weren't conjuring around in the corridors. And it was not very easy to get Filch off of their backs, because he seemed to randomly and quickly appear out of nowhere. The twins tried to find out how he did it once, but had no success.

They always ended up for practice sessions in the black forest, if Hagrid didn't find them and shooed them out of the forest again. It didn't help the situation either as they saw that Hans wasn't practicing and thought it wasn't necessary for him. But that made Elsa only more determined to beat the third-year student.

Elsa, Kristoff and the twins met Saturday at quarter to twelve. Everything was dark and quiet. "I can't see anything," Kristoff mumbled.

"We need light," Fred decided and drew his wand out of his robe. "Err… what was the spell again?"

"Lumos," the others whispered and Fred echoed them. The tips of the four wands glowed and made them some light, so they would be able to see at least a bit. Together the four walked upstairs to the gargoyle statue.

"Hey! Light out!"

"Don't you see that some people want to sleep?!"

"Students out of bed! Students out of bed!"

Some wizards and witches in their portraits who had been woken up by their passing lights, complained soundly. They were alerted, because the portraits could alert some teachers and that would mean they had to get back to their beds quickly, so that they wouldn't be caught. "Let's extinguish our lights. Maybe, they fall asleep again," George suggested. He was annoyed by the portraits and couldn't bear to listen to them any longer. The others nodded and said 'Nox' in unison. Without their lights, the portraits seemed to calm down again.

Their little group was the first to arrive at the gargoyle statue. Five minutes later they heard the grand clock ring, announcing midnight and interrupting the silence that had fallen over the four nervous first-years. They listened into the silence to hear approaching footsteps, but all they could hear was their breathing and the soft snoring of the portraits.

"I'll bet, they are not coming," Kristoff said, breaking the tense silence.

"It was probably a trap and we fell straight for it," Elsa mused aloud. "He probably told a teacher that we were meeting at the gargoyle statue at midnight…"

"…and when a teacher caught us, we would be expelled." Fred finished.

Kristoff and George nodded. "And what are we doing now?" George asked. "Are we just going to wait here until someone caught us and we get into real trouble? Or are we supposed to go to bed again, as if nothing had happened?"

"Be quiet!" Elsa hissed before anyone else could answer George's questions. "Someone's coming."

"We should hide," Fred said.

"Where?"

Fred, George and Elsa shrugged in answer of Kristoff's question. They had no answer and they could hear the approaching footsteps. They came closer very quickly and the nervousness of all four increased drastically. Hastily, they turned their heads left and right to find a spot where they could hide, but saw nothing that would be helpful in this matter. For a brief second Elsa saw a light, but it disappeared as quickly and soundless as it had appeared and she noted that the footsteps had stopped.

"Did you see the light?" she asked nervously.

Her friends nodded inaudible. "Let's check that out," Kristoff suggested and received affirmative nods from the twins, but Elsa disagreed with a headshake. But before she could voice her thoughts, the boys walked into the direction where they saw the light. Elsa sighed annoyed and walked up to her friends.

"Densaugeo!" they heard Hans shout in front of them, also they couldn't see him.

In just a couple of milliseconds that passed between Hans' shout and him taking a few steps forward, Elsa stomped with her right foot onto the ground, which immediately was beneath a thin layer of ice that couldn't be seen in the darkness. They heard a shocked cry behind them and a loud thud before them.

"Lumos," Elsa said. Her friends followed her suit and Elsa dissolved her ice, before someone noticed it in the dim light of their wands. Before them Hans was slowly getting up, rubbing his pained behind. The boys couldn't suppress their delight as they saw Hans and started giggling, while Elsa just smiled, trying to look as innocently as possible so no one would suspect her of being behind Hans' fall. But that was nothing opposite to the sight of Karl. Apparently Hans' spell that was originally meant for Elsa hit Karl right in the face and let his teeth grow. The four first-years laughed out loud and David couldn't suppress his laughter and threw his arms over his mouth, trying to look sympathetically, as Karl threw an angry glare at him. David could only shrug.

"Next time, look where you walk!" Karl said angrily to Hans, who didn't even bother to apologize, which Elsa thought was very rude. But she didn't comment on that, because it wasn't her business if Hans was rude to his friends or not. "It wasn't my fault!" Hans protested, now getting angry as well.

"Not your fault?! Are you kidding me? You were the one stumbling over your own feet!"

"I didn't stumble over my own feet! Don't tell such nonsense Karl!"

"And how did you fall then? There is nothing in your way and the ground is dry, nothing to slip on it."

"That was all her fault!" Hans said angrily and pointed at Elsa.

All eyes stared at her, but then Fred laughed again. "Are you really so crazy to accuse an innocent girl, just because you aren't able to stay on your feet?"

Kristoff and George laughed out loud. Elsa on the other side, stayed quiet. Hans was right, but of course she wouldn't admit it and it seemed, by judging the reactions of the others, that no one believed Hans either.

"Are we going to duel or are you giving up already?" Elsa said in a cool voice, although she definitely felt nervous and not at all brave. But she wanted to get it over and walk straight back to her bed without being caught by a teacher. And if that was the only way, Elsa was determined to take it.

"Fine," Hans growled with displeasure, but stepped forward. Fred, George, Kristoff, Karl and David formed a circle around Elsa and Hans. The two duelists stepped into the middle and bowed to each other as a greeting. Then they straightened their backs again and turned around walking a few steps away from each other. Elsa and Hans turned to each other again, raising their wands.

"Expelliarmus!"

Elsa's wand flew out of her hand and landed a few feet away from her. She didn't think Hans was so quick in attacking her, but now she not only cursed inwardly that she was too slow and should have expected something like that, but also wished she never agreed to that duel. Hans and his friends laughed.

"That will be easier than I thought! Langlock!"

"Hmmm…" David made shocked. His tongue was glued to the roof of his mouth, thanks to Hans' spell that accidentally hit him, but was actually meant for Elsa. Elsa could dig away from the spell just in time to not get hit. She instantly used the commotion that followed David's cry by bending down and picking up her wand.

"Tarantallegra!"

"Hey!" Hans cried out in surprise. He started dancing. He tried to stop, but his feet did what they wanted. "Stop that!" he ordered Elsa angrily, while her friends laughed. The spell stopped after a minute.

"Don't you have more to offer than such childish spells?" Hans asked.

"Hey, you are just angry, because you didn't think Elsa would actually fight you!" Kristoff shouted at Hans, but the other boy ignored him.

By now, several portraits woke up again. But instead of shouting to alert a teacher or Filch, the portraits started cheering for the duelists, trying to encourage them. There little duel went on for several more minutes until they heard a cat and abruptly stopped.

"That's Filch' cat!" Fred confirmed what they all knew, but no one wanted to say it out loud. "We should go!"

"No, the duel isn't finished yet!" David and Karl said in unison. Hans used this moment to attack Elsa once more, because he thought she might have her attention on her friends and wouldn't notice him aiming his wand at her.

"Aguamenti!"

"Protego!" Elsa cried out before the spell could hit her. It backfired and splashed Hans with water. How Elsa came up with this charm, she had no idea. She didn't remember practicing it or writing it down as possible spells and charms to use in the duel. But she didn't think too much about it, because Hans' attention clearly was on his wet designer clothes.

"Expelliarmus!" Elsa said and Hans' wand landed a couple of feet away from him, like Elsa's did before. "Petrificus Totalus"

Hans' body stiffened and he fell backwards. David and Karl looked shocked at Hans, who was staring at the high ceiling, not able to do or say anything. Mrs. Norris – Filch' cat - came closer and closer. The portraits that supported Elsa cheered happily.

"I would say, Elsa won," George announced.

David and Karl could only nod in agreement and rushed to Hans. "Fine, she won," David said dismissive. They grabbed Hans and started hurrying away, afraid of being caught by the janitor.

"We should go too," Fred hurried his friends. The others nodded and ran away.

"We are heading back to our common rooms as quickly as possible!" Fred said.

"Did anyone see the cat? Do you know where she is?" Elsa asked breathlessly.

"She's probably alerting Filch."

"Oh no not again!"

They stayed quiet as they heard approaching footsteps.

"That's Filch. What now?"

Fred opened one of the classroom doors and instructed the others to go inside. He closed the door behind him. Elsa and Kristoff hid behind curtains that hem touched the floor. George hid behind the teacher's desk and Fred squeezed himself between the ground and the lowest shelving of a shelf that was as high as the wall.

"Where are you? Show yourself!" Filch called out on the other side of the door. "Where is the pupil, Mrs. Norris? Find him!" Filch ordered his cat. She meowed and tapped away. All four seemed to hold their breaths when the door creaked open. Filch stuck his head inside the room, held his lantern higher and let his gaze swift through the room. When he saw nothing, he closed the door again. They waited until his footsteps became distant again. Only then the four relaxed slightly and exhaled.

"That was close." George whispered, afraid to speak louder. The others could only nod. They came out of their hiding places. Kristoff opened the door as quiet as possible and peeked out through the gap. When he saw no one he opened the door, went outside and waved his friends to come out. They slipped quietly out of the classroom, closed the door behind them and went along the corridor back to the gargoyle again.

They reached the gargoyle statue again, but saw Mrs. Norris, who made noise immediately. "Aguamenti." Fred whispered and water hit Mrs. Norris. The cat jumped and ran away. But they could hear Filch call out near them. So, they hurried down the main staircase, opened a door and slipped inside.

"Does one of you coincidentally know a spell to lock a door?" Kristoff asked, after they were all in the room. Fred and George shook their heads, but Elsa pulled her wand out. "Let me." she whispered and pointed her wand at the lock. "Colloportus"

They heard a click and Kristoff tried to open the door. When it didn't work, he turned around, grinned and gave his friends thumbs up. The light of their wands wasn't enough to be able to see the entire room. Therefore Elsa tried to conjure up to lanterns. It took her two attempts, but she managed it. George lit both lanterns and handed one to Fred and one to Elsa. Now they could see more.

The four first years were standing in a room that was half the size of their dorm rooms in their houses. In the middle of the room stood a desk, papers lay unorganized on it (at least as far as they could tell) and a large shelf was behind the desk. All sorts of stuff were in the shelf. Fred and George went there and looked around, what was in the shelf. On the other side of the desk, Elsa could see a bed, a curtain was separating the work- and sleeping place.

"That must be Filch' office," Fred whispered.

"Why do you think so?" Kristoff wasn't the only one, who was wondering how Fred came to that conclusion, but he was the one asking this question out loud. Fred held something in front of Kristoff's face. "That is from Zonko's, a shop in Hogsmeade that sells all sorts of fun stuff. Our brother Charlie brought us something similar the last year, when he came home for Christmas."

"I remember," George said. "Hey what's that?"

George picked a book up and opened it. Fred and Kristoff walked up to George to look over his shoulders to be able to see what was written in the book. Elsa wasn't interested in that. She wanted to go, because she was still afraid of Filch catching them.

"Have you ever heard of that spell, Elsa?" George asked showed her what he meant. "No, I haven't," Elsa said and shook her head. "We should go."

George raised his wand and said out loud, "Fartarus."

A loud noise broke the silence that had fallen over them. All three stared at Kristoff who went beet red as they all realized that the noise came from Kristoff. "I… that… that wasn't… me," Kristoff stuttered embarrassed and looked away. "Oops," George mumbled, as he felt Elsa's death glare on him. He slightly flushed as well, not as red as Kristoff, but in the light you could see George's red cheeks. "Oh, cool… Maybe the ones who wrote that book loved jokes and fun too," Fred said excitedly.

"Yeah, you are right. Guess the book wouldn't have been confiscated by Filch, if the owners didn't prank the janitor a few times. Don't you think?"

"Yeah, why aren't we taking this book with us? We could…"

"…not use it," Elsa cut Fred off. "This isn't funny. It might be now. But what if there is a spell written in the book that is actually dangerous, life threatening? We don't know the spells and potions that are written in there! What if that is dark magic?"

For a moment no one said a word. "I don't think so. That this is dark magic, I mean. But we could test all these spells and potions, before using them. Come on, Elsa… it looks like these spells are invented for fun and not for being dangerous."

"Bring it back where it was and then let's go. Filch could come back at any moment," Elsa ordered and turned around. Fred and George used this moment to hide the book under George's sweater. Elsa went to the door and raised her wand.

"Alohomora"

They heard a click and the door was unlocked again. Carefully and as quiet as possible they opened the door. After they were sure no one was near the office, they stepped into the entrance hall and closed the door behind them, as if they never had been in there. Then they bid goodnight and parted ways to their separate common rooms.

Fred, George and Kristoff waited until breakfast was finished and most students filled out of the Great Hall. Then they sat down on the Ravenclaw table, where Elsa was still sitting. "Have you eaten your last breakfast? When's the train leaving?" Hans asked sneeringly, a bright smirk on his face. "And don't think you won our duel. We have been interrupted, which means it doesn't count."

"It counts!" George hissed angrily. Fred and Kristoff nodded, while Elsa tried to ignore Hans and his friends, but it was difficult.

"Oh, you can't lose," Kristoff mocked the older boy and earned a dark glare, but no one was intimidated anymore. "Maybe," Fred said, "he's afraid that it becomes gossip under the students that a third-year student lost a duel against a first-year student."

"Shut up!" Hans hissed.

"Or what?"

"Come one, Hans, let's go." David said and patted him on the shoulder to get his friend's attention. Karl agreed, "Yeah, let's go. There are still teachers in the Great Hall. You don't want to make a scene, do you?"

Hans growled angrily before he finally said, "Fine, you won. But you shouldn't think too much into it. You just had luck and if Filch' stupid cat didn't interrupt us, I would have defeated you."

"If you think," was all Elsa said to Hans, before ignoring him again.

"Hey can I take a look at the book?" Kristoff said in a low voice after Hans, David and Karl left. Fred nodded and handed Kristoff the book he and George sneaked out of Filch' office the night before. Elsa stared shocked at them.

"Is that the book you found in Filch' office yesterday night?" Elsa asked and gritted her teeth when she received a confirming nod from the twins. "Are you crazy?! It could be dangerous!"

"Shhh… be quiet!" George hissed.

They looked around if anyone had overheard them, but there were just a few students in the Hall and sat too far away to be able to hear their conversation and the remaining teachers also were out of earshot.

"You are bringing it back," Elsa demanded.

"Why would we do that?" Fred asked.

"What if Filch notices that the book is gone? You will bring it back!" Elsa hissed. But Fred and George shook their heads in response. Without another word Kristoff opened the book. When he turned the next page, he suddenly held a folded piece of parchment in his hands.

What did you think about this chapter? Hans definitely can't lose. The last spell ('fatarus') doesn't exist in the Harry Potter Universe. I'll just made it up and comes from the word fart. If it was surprising news to you that Elsa's dad is still alive, be reminded that I never stated her father was dead (I only stated she saw her mother dying). Please don't forget to review ;-)