A/N: Hello everyone!

It's been a long time, huh? Yeah…school does that to people, with all the tests and chaos I was brought to a standstill with Fight of the Elements, and with that…writer's block. I realized that the story was not going where I wanted it to…Added to the point and fact that I believe my style now greatly contrasts the child-like style I began with I decided the best thing to do was to start with a clean plate, to allow my muse to take over, to let things run the proper track.

For those that stuck around through the original, I hope you will forgive me for the long hiatus and that you enjoy this new take…this new try at my idea. I hope that I can keep the canon characters as close to canon as possible (unless there is a situation that truly causes them to change) and the story/plot interesting. For those that are new to the story sit back and enjoy, though if you are not one for OC's…you may not be one for this story. Though they will not take over the story, at least I will try to keep that from happening, they play important roles. They each are unique in their own ways and I'm sure you will come to love them.

Disclaimer: I will put this one time and one time only (this is website for fan fiction is it not, yes, now you get my point) Harry Potter does not belong to me. Any canon characters, spells, etc belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling. Any original content, however, is mine and will remain mine.

Without further ado, I will get this story rolling once more!

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The summer after his first year at Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, the savior of the wizarding world disappeared. When no replies were found with attempted contact, his friends believed his muggle relatives were keeping his mail. When he did not appear on the train, moods became tense. When twelve-year-old Harry Potter could not be found at Hogwarts, people became worried. Searches were called for the boy-who-lived. Their first stop: Private Drive. They were met with thrown objects and cursing from the boys Aunt and Uncle. There was no sign of the boy there, he was gone. Search spells were cast with out success and the worst thought entered the minds of the wizarding world…

Harry Potter was dead.

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Two years.

Green orbs became the first light as two eyes opened, the figure moving slowly, careful as to not disturb another soul as he slipped from the bed. He made no move to bring light to the room on that morning, no, the male ran a hand through wild hair as he stretched, walking out of the room to another point of the house, a yawn making its escape through his parted lips. Raising one hand his fingers drew back a curtain, letting a shed of sunlight invade the room, it had been two years now to the day, the very day he left the Dursleys, the day the boy-who-lived "disappeared." He did not regret, not a thing. He did not miss them, nor the fame he held in the wizarding world. He did not keep contact with Ron, Hermione, anyone he once new at Hogwarts.

They had abandoned him...that summer two years ago. No letters, no promised call on the telephone, no contact in any way. He should have known at school to be more careful with whom he trusted. Just when he thought he had had friends…they gave up on him. He shook the thoughts from his mind. It was the past; he had no need to care about them now.

He had his friends.

"You're up early today."

It was the female voice that finally had the male turn, looking into the piercing, crystal eyes of the girl as she moved into the room to stand beside him, moving the curtain further to peer outside as dark hair fell against her cheeks. The silence engulfed the two, both male and female left to their own thoughts…their minds to their wanderings. "It's been two years."

"Yeah," the simple response from the male as his eyes closed.

"You remember…when we found you that day?"

"How could I forget?"

A pause, a drawn out pause as the female took a breath, finally moving to rest her head on the boy's shoulder as her own eyes closed, basking in the sun light as would a cat. "You were so new to your abilities back then...a new born babe in a sense, you know?" She didn't wait for an answer, simply opening her eyes once more, "I still find it curious…the way you bloomed that day."

"It was storming," he commented, the girl nodding as she coaxed him to sit with her on the carpet, leaning against the wall. "The first storm in the hottest summer I've ever known."

The memory of the day surfaced to both minds, the storm, the winds that tore at hair and battered at windows with the clouds threatening to unleash the heaven's wrath on the Private Drive below it. One swing remained at the park, and this had been the swing Harry Potter sat on as he allowed his mind to become void of the thoughts that plagued him. With the pressing wind the only sound to fill his surroundings became that of the merry-go-round with its squeaking metal. Moving slightly—pause—moving slightly once more—pause—this would continue as if in a silent melody the material would play to itself.

"He's the one."

Darkness went unnoticed as shadows crept upon the sidewalks, watching…waiting.

"We can't be too sure."

The boy was close, close and yet far for the watchers unknown to him, both observing the raven haired boy closely, waiting for the right time, waiting for a sign as the very air hummed with the feeling of change to come…something big. An important event that would change the path of the future to come, but not yet, it wasn't here yet.

"Give him a chance. She was right last time, just wait. You'll see."

Almost time. So close…it was coming, the change…the time. The air hummed louder, becoming song.

"There are people coming."

The voice was correct. People were approaching the raven haired boy as he sat on the swing in solemn silence. The male that lead them was huge, like a baby whale in his own right, blonde hair topping his head like a wig. Behind him, a group of other males that appeared the same age as the boy, all smirking, grinning as they spoke to the leader, Big D.

They harassed the boy on the swing, the one known as Harry. It would become their mistake, to push the boy so far...Both the female and the looming shadows could sense the tension of the air. The wind picked up, tearing at the swing as he stood, defiant. Thunder rolled above, lighting crackled…

Whether the boy, Dudley, spoke the words that brought about his near doom were from himself, or the pressures of looking good in front of his "friends" it would not matter. The mere mention, a simple harassing phrase of the green-eyed boy's parents ended it. The issuing wind knocked the boys off their feet, their faces in the dirt as the wind played with the boy-who-lived's hair as one group of strangers made their move.

They would have to end this. End this now before someone was hurt.

"Stop."

The tone was strict as the female stepped forth, placing both hands on either of the boy's shoulders. "Stop it now," she spoke once more, softer…gentle as her voice lowered to a whisper. Behind the newly arrived group of strangers Dudley and his companions were shakily making their way to their feet, standing as they stared wide eyed at Harry.

"Go," the female spoke now to the group, narrowing her eyes to a glare as they made no move to do as she told them, ever so nicely, to do. Well…that just wouldn't do now, would it? One hand clenched she stepped away from Harry Potter, leaving him to one of her male companions as she stepped toward them. If the air had been tense before, it was frozen now, waiting on the call of its master as the girl stopped and planted her feet before them. "Get. Out," wind played at dark hair that rose around her face as the halo of the angel of death as she looked down upon them, letting her restraint loose…just this one time as a warning as the wind pushed them back and off their feet once more as they scrambled away with cries that called them freaks as her second companion cracked his knuckles from behind her.

The fleeing males were none of her concern. She was occupied with the heaving male now, the outbreak had left him drained, exhausted as she approached him once more as he stumbled, catching him under the arms. "Come on…sit down you'll feel better."

"How did you," Harry spoke quickly, cut off as she pulled him to the ground, shushing him with a raised hand.

"Listen, don't speak. I'll explain everything Harry Potter."

"You're a witch?"

"Yes…and an elemental at the moment, though one would think you would not have had to ask with my little performance today."

"An elemental," Harry questioned once more.

"Control over one of the four elements, or in your case, all four."

All four elements, was the girl mental? He could not tell, how could he trust the female so quickly?

"Harry…without proper training and knowledge you can not control yourself or your emotions, with this your abilities will run without restraint. You will cause mass destruction intending to."

"You control all four elements…you are the destined leader of the elementals…our leader."

It was the familiar smell of bacon that brought Harry back to his senses and with him the dark haired female. "Yum," she said with a wide grin, speaking the spontaneous thought that took hold of their minds as food had their stomachs growling. In the kitchen the sandy-haired male worked over the pans, the sizzling bacon crackling as he looked up to see his two friends.

"It's about time you two broke out of your little day dream, Sarah…how many pieces do you want? I already got eggs for both of you, you know the routine."

"Hmmm…a lot, I'm hungry, are Isaac and Aaron awake then too?"

"They're getting dressed; you two were out of it for a good twenty minutes, enough time for the rest of us to rise to the morning."

"I'll get it myself James." Harry replied as he moved forward, taking the offered plate from the boy in question as he dished his own bacon, watching as the two other boys entered the room. Each person in the room the same from the day they found him in the park, the day he found he could control all four elements. They, all five, made up the elementals, currently living in a small house in London…

Change was in the air once more.

A/N: So…How did I do? The chapter is short, yes, but any more and this would become a rambling pile of worthless-ness. The chapter has drawn to its close…Hopefully you guys find this one a better take the original.