"And then he said, 'That's not a house elf, that's my wife!"

The entire Gryffindor table burst into laughter, causing the other tables to look at them in confusion, malice or curiosity. All except one that is. Harry Potter sat in silence as Dean, Seamus and the other boys congratulated Ron on his successful joke. Even Hermione laughed at it. Harry just didn't see what was so funny about it. Sure, he heard jokes like that before, but you see, Harry wasn't like his Gryffindor comrades. He had see too much in his sixteen years of life. After having lost the last reminder of his father in the final battle against Voldemort, in which Harry realized that he misinterpreted the prophecy. It wasn't that one had to die so that the other could live, the Dumbledore had told him, but that they both had to die so that the world could live in peace.

Harry, having figured that out due to the fact that he spent many hours alone in the library thinking, discovered a spell that would allow him to live while Tom Riddle died. What he didn't count on though was the fact that he would inherit his powers, thus making him the most powerful being in the wizarding world. Gods, how he hated the attention. How he hated the spotlight. How he hated the fawning, the stares, the appraising looks that he got. The constant mobs everywhere he went. Then there was the mocking, the teasing. All coming from the people who supported Voldemort. The worst was from Draco Malfoy. He mocked him about his fame even more so than before.

Getting tired of all the laughing, he stood from his seat. Hermione looked at him, "What's wrong?"

He shook his head, "Nothing, I'm just tired is all. I going to go to the library for a bit, then I'm going to bed. Night."

He walked away, ignoring all the stares he got from the other tables. When he finally made it to the library, he nodded a greeting to Madam Pince and wandered a section that was rarely used. It was dedicated to the study of elementals and other things like that. Picking out as many books as he could carry, which was a lot, he walked over to a corner table and started to read.

Elemental Spirits

'Spirits in which the elements are controlled by.' That is what Merlin himself stated in one of his journals. Many people seem to believe that there are only four main elements, Earth, Wind, Fire and Water. What they don't know is that there are in actuality seven more. Ice, Lighting, Life, Death, Shadow, Light, and Dark.

The only one to control these beings is the Elemental Master. Many believe that he is a legend. I for one disagree. In my research, I have found that in Ancient Egyptian times, there was one such person who was a Master. He was regarded as a god, the one known as Anubis, the god of Death.

Elements can only inhabit one mortal at a time, so there would have to be eleven Elemental Masters. But, if in fact that one person did control all, he would be immortal, a god among humans, forever to live a life that won't end. They cannot be killed, nor can they kill. They have no emotions, nothing that ties them to the mortals.

'Man, I wish that were me.' Thought Harry as he copied some things onto a spare piece of parchment. Finishing that book, he went to another one. One by one the tower of books diminished until he was reading the final one, entitled 'Elemental Rituals' Interested, he decided to check it out. He walked over and smiled at Madam Pince. "Evening ma'am. Would it be possible for me to check this out?"

She gave him a penetrating stare before smiling. "I heard from the headmaster that you would be staying for the summer. I'm sorry to hear about your relatives." she punched it out and handed it back to him as he muttered, "I'm not."

Walking out, he went up to the Gryffindor Tower and muttered the password, ("Midsummer Eve,") and crawled through the hole. Once inside the comfort of the commons room, he wandered to his chair by the fireplace and opened the book to the first page. Immediately, he was pulled in. Never had he seen anything so complex, yet so easy. He wanted to try it, but he had to wait until everyone was gone for the summer before he tried anything. Finally, after he finished chapter ten, he marked the page and shut the book with a tired, yet satisfied smile on his face. Oh yes, this would prove most interesting indeed.