Alsephina & Annalise
Alsephina was 6 when 2 yr old Annalise was dropped off at the Dursley’s. She was 6 when she realised her parents were still alive. She was 6 when she realised they didn’t want her.
She was 7 when the Dursleys died in a freak snowstorm while camping.
She was 7 when she and her sister were found by trolls and taken to meet a couple, who introduced themselves as King Agnarr and Queen Iduna of Arendell.
She was 7 when she was named Crown Princess Alsephina of Arendell, with her sister becoming Princess Annalise.
She was 9, and Anna 5 when they realised just how dangerous Elsa’s ice magic could be.
The trolls had explained to their adoptive parents that both girls had magic, although Elsa’s control over winter was unlike anything they’d seen before. They could feel that it was a separate magic than her wixen core, but it wasn’t until the accident that they felt it was something to be feared.
She’d been playing with Anna, like they did every night, but she’d slipped, and her power had struck Anna in the head.
The trolls were forced to bind her sisters magic to keep her alive. They explained how Elsa’s ice was eating away at Anna’s core, and that binding it would restrict her magic to her heart to keep her alive, but she would never be able to perform magic. They were lucky Elsa hadn’t struck her heart, else Anna surely would have died.
The trolls removed all memory of magic from Anna, and from that day forth, the girls were separated.
Their parents tried to get them to interact, but Elsa refused, her power had hurt her sister, had stolen the wonderful gift of magic from her. And with that fear, her power only grew.
She refused touch from everyone. Even the seamstresses who came to measure her for her dresses and gloves weren’t allowed to touch her skin, and Elsa held herself rigidly hardly daring to breathe the whole time they were in the room.
2 years of solitude later, Elsa received a letter. Addressed to Alsephina Willow Potter, Crown Princess of Arendell, Royal Suite, Arendell Castle.
It was a letter inviting her to attend Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Anna was told that Elsa had chosen to attend a boarding school in Scotland, and despite how Anna begged, pleaded and raged, nothing could change Elsa’s mind.
Anna would never go to Hogwarts. Elsa had stolen that chance from her.
Madam Thornard from the Department of Magical Education had come to show them where to go, and the lady had remarked on Elsa’s beautiful Snow White hair. Hair which had once been a dark reddish brown like Anna’s but had slowly lost color over the 2 years of fearful solitude until she wouldn’t be spotted in a snowdrift. Elsa hated her hair.
The Madam had also spoken of the Potter family, and how she wondered if Elsa was of any relation? Elsa had shut that train of thought down faster than light.
She had also addressed the problem of her name. With Elsa being Crown Princess, her name was a problem when it came to proper security. There could be muggleborn students who would recognise the name Alsephina. It’s a fairly unusual name, and Elsa had had to go out a few times with her parents after the accident, and they were fearful of her being recognised.
So, Alsephina Potter would be known as Elsa Willows, Arendellian muggleborn.
Kai went with her to Diagon Alley, both as her guard and guardian until she left on the train. They only had two days to fully explore the alley, but those two days were enough to discover what had happened to her birth family.
They were celebrities.
She had a Mother, Father, and a brother her age, possibly her twin.
But they had given them up?
Why? Why give up Elsa and Anna but not Gilbert?
Why did that hurt so much when Elsa had already found them a new family? A new mother who sang old family lullabies and told stories of an ancient magical forest. A father who tucked them in and whispered to Elsa all the gossip he’d heard during court.
Elsa had found them parents who loved and cared for them. So why did it hurt that her birth parents so clearly didn’t? They didn’t matter? They didn’t exist in her life. Why did their absence ache so deeply?
Kai never said a word about what they’d found. Simply stared at her with his warm brown eyes and gently lead her away.
He’d encouraged her to talk to the Goblins, the Potters were nobility, and nobility often set aside accounts for their children when they were born. Without having the Potter Adults present, they may have some difficulty, but it would be worthwhile to see if anything actually existed.
So they went to the goblins, who took a sample of her blood, which made them very excited and they were directed to a large office to side of the main hall.
"Greetings Crown Princess Alsephina of Arendell. I am Kunzite Wyrnn, assistant manager for the Potter Vaults under Gnorlud Hook."
"Greetings Assistant Manager Wyrnn, may I introduce Kai as my guardian and advisor whilst away from my country."
"Greetings Manager Wyrnn." "Greetings Master Kai."
"Now if I may be frank your highness, we expected you would come with your blood family, however, this is not the case. As you have been living with another family for the last 10 years, and with your elevated status, we would be willing to create separate accounts for yourself that would be under your new family name. Given you were never formally disowned, you would still have complete access to the vaults set up by Lord Potter for your use. " Manager Wyrnn tells them.
"This is without touching the subject of your heritage test. You are currently the named Heir to House Black, with a request from the current Lord Black to visit him at your earliest convenience. As his heir, we were required to send a missive informing him of your reappearance immediately, my apologies for not warning you earlier.
You are also Apparent Head of House Peverell, an ancient family name long thought lost to history. That it has revived in you is peculiar and may cause problems with your birth house, as it was through the Peverell name that they were given their nobility. It would be difficult to know what effect, if any, occurred to House Potter upon the removal of their older origins. "
Elsa has to think fast. A Lord already knew of her claim to his family and wanted to meet her? Deal-able. Being Head of an old family that seemed to consist of her alone? Also deal-able. Potentially causing problems for her birth family by acknowledging her place as Head of said ancient family? She’s so rarely allowed to be petty, and it’s not like it’s a given that the Potters would be affected right?
So she claims the rings presented to her, one is the Black Heir, and the other, for Lady Peverell. She opens a new account under the name Elsa Willows and moves the contents of Alsephina Potter’s vault into it. She sets up a primary instruction that Manager Wyrnn was to be in charge of both those vaults.
Wyrnn had explained his family history to her. His clan line had managed the Peverell Vaults since the beginning. Like the very beginning. With the introduction of the Potters and the change of the family name, the Wyrnn line had continued to manage their vaults. Until Gnorlud Hook had been recommended to James Potter as an account manager by Remus Lupin.
Now Gnorlud Hook had been a reasonable manager for Remus Lupin, seeing as the man was a werewolf and technically not allowed an account of his own under ministry law. Gnorlud had ignored that, which Remus was extremely grateful for, and had recommended the goblin to his friend who’d recently lost his parents and seemed to be drowning under goblin paperwork. Gnorlud promised to deal with all that so James wouldn’t have to. And thus the goblin achieved what his family had been attempting to do for centuries, steal the Peverell Vaults from the Wyrnn clan. Wyrnn had to be kept on as assistant manager for the sole fact that it was his bloodline that allowed access to the lowest level where the Peverell Family Vault was. He was basically a glorified key.
Elsa was horrified at the story, and considering the goblin had worked alongside her grandfather for fifty years before the man’s death, she was quick to reinstate Wyrnn as her personal account manager, thereby elevating him back to his position as Head Manager of the Peverell Accounts. She also takes care of the issue of her sister still technically being under the name Potter. The paperwork proving the lack of care from House Potter is filed, and the adoption papers the King and Queen had filled out are filed and registered with the Bank. James Potter will have no authority over Anna ever again.
By the time all this was sorted, Lord Black had arrived and was waiting in one of the hireable rooms within the bank.
Lord Arcturus Black was unsure how he felt about his Heir. She was Crown Princess of a Northern Kingdom, one of the few kingdoms in the world that didn’t hold to the requirements of the statute of secrecy. She was obviously well raised and trained to hold herself with impeccable posture. She was well spoken, despite English being one of at least two languages she spoke. And from what he could tell, she had a good head on her shoulders and a seemingly large magical core. All in all, the perfect pure blood heir. Except she’s an abandoned half-blood raised by muggles. She’s also Lady Peverell.
So with the knowledge that, really, there isn’t any other option and she’s actually a pretty good one, and the fact that he’s dying, he accepts her as his heir and they perform the ritual to transfer his title as family head to her. The goblins had warned him the ritual would most likely kill him, with his age, illness and injury, so he’d taken the time while he waited to set his accounts in order and prepare Kreacher to meet his new mistress. Upon his imminent death, the House would be ready to transfer to her name and she wouldn’t have quite as much paperwork.
The Goblins take his body out of the office after the ritual is completed. They will inform the ministry and send it to the proper authorities to be prepared for burial as per the Black traditions.
So by the time she is on the train to Hogwarts, she is formally known as Crown Princess Alsephina of Arendell, Lady of House Peverell and Black. But the school will know her as Elsa Willows.
She sees Gilbert on the train, he pokes his head in and introduces himself, but there is no flicker of recognition in his eyes. He seems good. He’s kind, and polite and their parents seem to have raised him well despite his celebrity status. He comes back with a boy who’d lost his toad. So he’s helpful as well. Elsa is glad for her brother.
When they get to Hogwarts though, he sorts into Gryffindor, and she sorts into Slytherin. Immediately the contrast is clear. Where his housemates crowd around him, welcoming him and celebrating, hers scoot further from her, as though she carried a disease they could catch. Throughout the feast, not a single word is spoken to her.
This trend continues.
She knows her brother doesn’t know her to watch her like she does him, but sometimes it hurts how he ignores her. When he’s just one more person to whom she doesn’t exist. The teachers are the only ones who acknowledge her. The school ignores her for being a Slytherin, and the Slytherins ignore her for having a muggle name.
She is so alone.
Professor Quirrell finds her wandering the school one day, locked out of the common room as usual, and offers to tutor her. She does well in his classes, in all of her classes really, and he wants to cultivate that. So each day after classes she makes her way to his classroom and he teaches her.
They start, with chess. A strategic mind, he tells her, is all that stands between idiots and survivors. She learns other things as well, old curses and dueling tactics. The Professor helps with her draw speed and encourages her to get a wand holster so it’s not sticking out of her pocket. She learns about old legends and ancient creatures. Her time spent in his lessons is the only time she is truly happy. He becomes her lifeline.
She goes back to Arendell for Yule. Anna wants to know all about her school, but Elsa is drawn into meetings with her parents and the council and doesn’t deign to answer her sister. Her parents are worried about her birth family, especially after Kai returned and told them everything.
A letter arrives by owl the day after Yule. It is addressed to Alsephina.
Dear Alsephina
I am your father James Potter. I have been looking for you for years now and I have received information that you have withdrawn from your Gringotts account. Please, where are you, where is your sister, why didn’t you go to Hogwarts?
I know you have no reason to trust what I say, but truly I do worry for you. You are my daughter, you should be with your family.
Your Mother and I will be waiting for you in the Leaky Cauldron on New Year’s Eve.
Bring your sister.
Your Father,
James Potter
She threw the letter in the fire. Her parents sat with her as they watched it burn. That man was not her Father. King Agnarr was the man who raised her.
Mother convinces her to go. To at least show up to meet her birth parents. And so, on New Year’s Eve, Kai escorts her back to Diagon Alley. They visit Gringotts and pick up a few things she’d run out of for school before they finally make their way to the pub.
They spot the Potters immediately. Swarmed by fans and paparazzi, Lily was talking to a reporter and Gilbert was standing uncomfortably next to her. James was standing behind them looking disinterestedly at the door. The other door. Kai tried to talk to James, but the man just waved him off, saying they weren’t signing anything. When Kai kept trying to talk, James spoke over him and threatened to draw his wand. Elsa took Kai by the hand and gently pulled him away. James barely gave her a cursory glance before sighing and turning to his son who he took by the shoulder and lead away. Gilbert looked back at Elsa, not recognising her even as another student in his year. Elsa just watched silently, unsure if this empty feeling was one of sadness.
Two days later, another letter arrived.
Alsephina,
Why didn’t you come? Are you stuck? Where is your sister? We waited for you for hours.
Your Father
So she sent one back.
Mr Potter,
I came with my guardian, despite the rudeness of your letter. You sent us away when we tried to speak with you. We had come to Britain solely to speak with you. My sister is safe, and she will not be attending Hogwarts. Do not attempt to contact us again, I have found us a new family and we no longer need you.
Goodbye.
Alsephina
It was at Hogwarts that the next letter came.
Alsephina,
I am your Father, I have the right to know where my daughters are, and you will be coming home with us at the end of the year. You will inform your sister and you will both be ready for us to pick you up with your brother. These strangers have no right to my children.
Father
She sent back a very short note
You don’t even know what I look like. You gave us up. You have no right.
So, my answer to your request, is No.
Please cease contact. I will not be replying to any more letters. And my Mother and Father have been instructed to burn any letters addressed to my sister.
The rest of the year had passed reasonably smoothly. There was still a letter every few days from James Potter, and her parents had written that he’d attempted to contact Anna, but that they’d sent back the ashes and he’d stopped.
She was confident in her exams, all the extra hours spent with Professor Quirrell ensuring she was far above the level required of her. But it was after all her exams that the problem happened. She had been walking towards Professor Quirrell’s office, when a red stunner had come out of an alcove. She’d just barely managed to duck it, but had stepped into strong ropes that bound her tightly. Her ice immediately started freezing it but another stunner came and hit her directly in the head.
She woke up to the growling of a three headed dog. She had no idea where she was, was she even still inside the castle?? But she the dog was the priority to deal with. Quirrell’s lessons had covered the old legends, and she desperately hoped the stories were true as she started humming softly. The melody started out as just random noise, but gradually grew into the old lullaby her Mother used to sing to them, until the words are trickling from her mouth and the dog is staring at her with drooping eyes.
There’s a trapdoor next to the massive creature, and seeing no door, she gently pulls it open and jumps down. She lands on something soft, but in the dark she can’t see anything. So she casts a light, but it makes the plant retreat. Devils Snare. Who on earth would leave the plant down here? Never mind, she can see a door which might be a way out. The feeling of eyes on her makes her pause however. Up with the dog she hadn’t noticed, too distracted with making sure it didn’t eat her, but now in the little bubble of her light, she can feel something watching her. Her light casts no shadow but her own, but she watches it carefully as she approaches the door, shutting it swiftly behind her so as to not let pass anything lurking in the dark. The sound of fluttering wings pulls her attention once more, and she looks up to see hundreds of strange birds. Are they birds? No, she realises, they’re keys. And one of those keys is most likely the key for the next door she can see across the room. Checking the handle, her guess is proved correct when she finds it is locked.
There is no feeling of eyes on her, so she cautiously peels off one glove. Her hand shakes as it is exposed to the air, and slowly, the room around her freezes. The glove is hurriedly pulled back on. The keys hang suspended in the air like strange decorations, and it is rather easy for her to use one of the brooms to collect all of the keys that look like they might work. There is one key in particular that almost screams correct match, and it is the first one she tries in the door. It opens.
She releases all the keys back into the air, and tries to pull in her ice to let them fly again. It works, kinda, but the fluttering of wings fills the air once more and if it’s a bit colder than it had been before, well no one would know to blame her.
The next room has a giant chess set. Like, huge, like big enough she could ride the Horse. When she tries to cross the board, 2 of the pieces draw swords and stop her. The Black Queen however, bows low and places it’s crown on her head before walking off her place to watch from the side. Oh. Elsa must play as a piece. Very well. She mayn’t be the best at chess, but she can play passably well.
She looses. Her king tosses his sword at the feet of the other and the pieces turn on her. A hastily cast bombarda clears a path for her to run to the door even as she can hear the pieces reforming behind her.
The next room has a monster. The books Professor Quirrell had her read would identify it as a mountain troll. But she’d met Mountain Trolls and Grand Pabby was small, ancient and wise. A complete opposition to the bulky, smelly beast before her.
She’d heard her brother and his friends had knocked out a mountain troll on Halloween using the creature’s club. So she attempts to do the same. It doesn’t work quite as well, so she ends up picking up the club herself (as heavy as it was) and dropping it repeatedly on the downed troll’s head. With the creature thoroughly dazed, she steps over it and through to the next room.
Flames burst up in the doorway behind her, startling a shoot of ice from her feet. She just sighs wearily.
There is a table with a line of potions on it, and as she approaches, she spots a singular piece of paper. It’s a riddle. A reasonably easy one too. So she picks the right bottle and drinks it all swiftly before stepping through the flames of the next door.
She’s met with a large room, empty except for a mirror. It’s a curious mirror, she can almost feel something pulling her towards it, so she stays away, hidden in the shadows as she creeps around the outskirts of the room. A few minutes later, Professor Quirrell bursts in through the flames. He immediately starts looking around, most likely for her. And while normally she wouldn’t hesitate to go to her mentor, the whole situation stinks of something fishy, so she stays where she is and watches.
The man curses, and she is horrified to hear a strange gravelly voice seemingly coming from nowhere. "The girl… she is here… find her!" Quirrell immediately starts casting revealing spells, which gives her away almost instantly. She can only feel the sting of betrayal as the man she thought a friend bound her in ropes and dragged her before the mirror. "What do you see girl?" Their voices layer over each other. Elsa refuses to look until Quirrell grabs her by her braid and drags her head back until she can’t not look. She curses her hair once more but the image in the mirror steals her breath. She sees herself, standing proudly in her school robes, with her crown upon dark red hair. She wears no gloves and Elsa just knows that the mirror version of herself has no cursed storm inside her.
Anna is there with her, wearing a Hufflepuff tie and with complete access to her core, Gilbert is standing with one arm draped over her shoulder and a mischievous smirk on his face as they both watch their sister. King Agnarr and Queen Iduna are there too, standing to one side, smiling at their girls proudly. And in the distance, just barely present, are James and Lily Potter.
"Well girl? What do you see?" His strange voice snaps her from the impossible vision. "I see my family, whole and complete without-" "No! See the stone girl!" The voice interrupts demanding.
"Let her go!" Someone demands from behind them. Twisting in her ropes, Elsa spots Gilbert standing in the flaming doorway just as he dives out of her sight to dodge a spell. He doesn’t last long, and is quickly bound by ropes and dragged next to her in front of the mirror. Quirrell tries to use him to get the stone, but when asked, Gilbert tells them he sees them both in the Great Hall, not trapped down here with Quirrel. This makes the voice laugh which turns into an ugly cackle. "Oh you think yourself so smart do you boy? You think you can lie to Lord Voldemort? Why don’t you give me that stone in your pocket and I’ll let you go hmm?"
"What about her? Will you let her go too?" He demands. Elsa shakes her head at him desperately, did he not hear that this was Voldemort? The same man that tried to kill them when they were younger?
"Ah Miss Willows will be coming with me unfortunately. I can’t leave my student behind to receive a subpar education after all can I? Especially not with all those lovely letters you’ve been receiving from a certain Lord my dear."
"You’ve been reading my mail?" She cries out, horrified. "Indeed I have little Princess" the voice drawls smugly. "I can’t have my student acting without my approval after all. And that poor sister of yours, tsk tsk well I’ll have to deal with her later."
She doesn’t know what to think. He knows.
He knows that she’s a Potter. He knows that she’s a Princess.
He’s knows about her sister.
The thought freezes her blood. Her sister. He’s threatening her Sister.
No one threatens her sister.
Gilbert has somehow escaped his bonds while she was frozen, and the sight of him grappling with the man in front of them, who at some point took off his turban to reveal a grotesque face on the back of his head, it infuriates her.
The storm within grows stronger with every breath. Her heart is pounding in her ears. Ice covers her vision and the world narrows. A strange feeling settles into place, she’s a mere passenger in her body as Winter fills her blood. Voldemort threatened her sister, and now fights her brother?
The instant Gilbert drops unconscious to a stunner, the ropes restraining her snap.
Voldemort turns to her, a welcome ready on his lips, but watches as she carefully pulls off each finger of her gloves. Something about her is off. He’s not sure what, but a pressure seems to settle upon the room. She doesn’t seem quite human.
Setting her gloves carefully aside, she turns to the monster who dares to threaten those she’s claimed as her own.
The air chills as her eyes begin to glow an electric green and a wind whips at her hair. Ice spreads from her feet and crawls unseen across the floor to steadily begin climbing his legs, freezing him where he stands.
He draws his wand to curse her, but the wind snatches it from his grasp and he is left fumbling for nothing as she draws closer.
Voldemort had so rarely felt fear that it was foreign entity rising within him, watching her stalk towards him. He was prey, in that moment. And she was the predator, whose sole purpose was to eradicate the danger to her family. The spirit of Voldemort recognised the danger of the young woman, and bailed just in time before an ice sword dug in through the fourth rib and buried itself in the heart of the body he’d possessed. Her eyes retained their glow as she then sliced off the head of her ex tutor. Her face was stone cold.
Not a flicker of feeling.
It was an execution, pure and simple.
The spirit watches as his host body collapses to the ground, but being incorporeal, can do nothing else.
He rushes the girl, her power is immense, and if she could be his host he would have access to that gift. But a shield of ice springs out from her hands and prevents him from getting close to either her or her brother.
Cursing and screaming, the wraith is forced to flee.
She takes several deep breaths, and then carefully aims her wand at the corpse. "Incendio." She casts, and the body alights with flames. The ice melts and all evidence of her power evaporates.
A bombarda shatters the mirror and a large piece of glass lands in the burning body. She leaves it there.
The smell of the body burning makes her want to throw up, which snaps her out of the strange trance that had come over her. Elsa drops next to Gilbert. He is still alive. She heaves a sigh of relief as the glow of her eyes dies and she hastily pulls her gloves on. She rifles through Gilbert’s pocket for the stone. Whatever it is, she knows she wouldn’t be comfortable letting it out of her sight until it was delivered to whoever owned it. Then, carefully encasing it in ice and putting it in her pocket, she drags her brother to the entrance, leaving the burning body of her only friend and mentor behind.
She turns her back on her actions and doesn’t look back.
Gilbert is levitated and a single tap of her foot freezes the flames to let them pass safely through the doorway.
She does the same to the flames of the far door and they move through to the room where the troll has woken. A bombarda to the head takes care of that problem. Why hadn’t she done that earlier? Never mind, she moves on.
The next room has the chess set, and she can see traces of blood on the board. Bombarda is becoming her favourite spell as she casts it several times more. Unfortunately she can’t sustain the levitation on Gilbert at the same time, so it takes a while for them to get across, with her having to drop him every time the chess pieces reform. By the end of it, she’s reverted to carrying him slung over her shoulder and walking backwards to the door as she steadily destroys the pieces. She’s exhausted by the time they finally make it to the next room. The keys. Luckily she doesn’t have to try catch one, with the door being left open. Into the dark room with the Devil’s Snare. She can’t levitate them out and keep up a light to fend off the plant, so she rips the bottom of their robes off and bundles the fabric together. An incendio sets it on fire, and the plant retreats. Good. But not effective enough, so she casts incendio directly onto the plants.
She’d grabbed a broom, and being very careful, levitates her brother next to her as they steadily fly up to the trapdoor above the burning inferno below them.
She can hear the dog on the other side. It’s barking at something, and she can hear someone screaming.
Struggling to balance Gilbert on the broom with her, she drops the levitation and casts a sonorous on her voice. Belting out the words to her mother’s lullaby, the barking slowly stops and the screams silence. Tentatively, she opens the trapdoor just enough to poke her head out to check it’s safe.
Hermione Granger, one of Gilbert’s friends, is slumped against the wall with Ron collapsed on top of her. Ron’s head is covered with blood.
"Are you both alive?" She calls out as she drags Gilbert through the opening in the floor. They won’t be able to get the broom out with someone on it. But she didn’t realise the lack of singing had disturbed the dog until the beast’s heavy breathing above her draws her attention. It’s standing directly above her as a large glob of drool drops down her back.
Somehow, adrenaline most likely, she manages to physically throw her brother across the room where he smacks into the wall next to his friends.
The dog is patient enough to wait until she turns to face it before attempting to eat her. A hastily cast bombarda prevents that as she jumps away. The inferno below gives her an idea, but she’s not sure how to actually do it at first, but the dog lunging at her snaps her to attention. "Augamenti!" She casts, desperately thinking about cooking oil. Typically the spell conjures a stream of water. Hopefully, the line of liquid on the floor is oil instead as she casts another incendio. It must have been pure luck and desperation that made the spell work, the oil going up in flames to create a burning barrier between her and the dog.
Hastily she runs to her brother and his friends. Hermione is awake, but stuck underneath Ronald who dwarfs her in size.
Adrenaline still coursing through her, Elsa manages to drag the boy off her, and they both quickly levitate the boys to the door which hadn’t been there when Elsa woke up in the room several hours earlier. The flames behind them are dying down and they only just manage to get all four of them into the hallway before slamming the door on three snarling faces.
The girls slump to the floor. "What-what are you doing here?" Hermione heaves at her. "Kidnapped. Woke up with the dog." Elsa puffs back. "What were you guys doing?"
"Trying to stop Snape from stealing the stone -" "Snape?" Elsa interrupts. "Snape wasn’t down there? It was Quirrel? And what’s the stone? It was in Gilbert’s pocket at one point but when I checked it was gone."
Hermione goes white. "Did it fall out maybe? It’s the philosophers stone, makes it’s user immortal. It’s incredibly important!"
"Yeah I checked," Elsa lies. "Couldn’t find it, was worried Voldemort might have made off with it but he was a spirit and couldn’t seem to touch anything so I don’t know what happened to the rock."
"Oh dear." A voice draws the attention and Elsa is instantly on the defence, standing protectively in front of the other exhausted students.
"Dumbledore!"