Disclaimer;
Harry Potter is not mine,
Much to my dismay,
I write this for mine own amusement,
So enjoy it as you may.
Damn corny disclaimers…well mine rhymes so it can't be worse than the others out there…anyways, let's get started.
Summary: When a young boy is left in the forest to die, he is rescued by the element of fire. Harry and Draco come into a new power called their 'Inheiratance'. Severus discovers he never came into his full power after taking the dark mark. What is so special about these four that the elements have decided to intervene in the couse of time? And what will this mean to the course of the war?
The Neglected Grey
Chapter 1;
Simply Grey.
A crimson light emerged from the darkness. Not evil nor good; simply gray. A deep forest on the edge of a British settlement, carrying the woebegone tales of birds and forest animals long gone from the deserted woods. The only difference between tonight and every other night was a small boy, slowly drowning in a streambed. His chest rose and fell erratically, his attempt at breathing futile as he inhaled water instead of the oxygen he so desperately need to live. A gentle breeze caressed the water, as though trying to provide some comfort to the bruised and broken body of the dying five-year-old child. The world slowly faded to blackness as the only child of Sirius Black; murderer of his best friends, slowly slipped from this painful hell on earth known as life. His last coherent thought was, "Maybe the glow will tell daddy I'm dead."
The breath that should have left his body came out in a gush of water, to which the glowing ball of fire shuddered in mild repulsion. Something in the night grumbled about hating water and seemed to come from all directions at once. Quivering with one last thought of mild disgust at the water, the ball plunged in and melted into the boy's body. The bruises and broken bones he had fought while trying to rise faded and healed, setting themselves back in place. The ripped clothes knitted the strands back together and became whole once again. The boy convulsed once, in a spasm of pure agony as his body resurrected itself and he sat up in the shallow bed, a feat he had been incapable of only moments before as he died. Eyes that were seconds ago vacant and dulled by death resumed their bright, honey-colored light. His honey-gold hair clung to his head and he shivered in the damp. His chest heaved and he faintly wondered why he wasn't dead yet.
Fascination become amazement and then shock as he realized his body was free of injury. Vaguely he remembered the fireball and instantly latched onto that, as only a child is capable of doing, to be the answer of why he was still alive and, as of now, unharmed.
Smiling slightly, the rather confused child slid down the base of a large oak tree, swiftly fading into the reaching darkness of sleep.
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