Hrm, alright! This is the first thing I've uploaded in AGESSS. And really, it's the first full on original fanfiction I've created. This is how much I've written, and it seemed like a good first chapter. I didn't really go through this, and I wrote it pretty quickly on my phone, and I just want to know if anyone would really like to even read it before I continue.

There are some Elemental!Harry fics out there, but I'm making mine...different. Harry will stay gray, but after a talk with a certain someone, he'll help some of the dark side. This story won't be happy for Dumble lovers, and it doesn't really favor Hermione and the Weasley's, minus Fred and George. Please, please review and tell me what you think! What I should add, things I should change, ect.

Chapter 1

The cool night air ghosted over skin as a young raven-haired teen watched the clock. It was eleven forty and only twenty minutes until he turned seventeen. He couldn't wait to leave this place and the Dursley's, and go to live at the Burrow with the Weasley's. He wanted out of this house, away from them, and really away from everyone.

When he'd arrived at the Dursley's at the beginning of summer, they'd been more hateful and disgusted than ever with him, locking him up in his room for a week, with only one meal a day. Dudley wasn't home much, as he preferred to go to smoke with his friends at the park. Vernon sneered and occasionally hit him, but never actually spoke to him besides the occasional 'freak'. Petunia was just the same as she'd always been if not more reproachful. All in all, Harry just wanted to leave.

His trunk was already packed, Hedwig safely in her cage, and he was dressed warmly. His instructions were to cloak himself in a disillusionment charm and fly off to the burrow. He was alone because an army of Aurors and Phoenix members would only attract attention, and Harry was old enough to defend himself, that much was obvious.

The time was eleven fifty five. Only five more minutes till he was an adult and finally free to go where he pleased. He let out a shaky laugh and raked a hand through his hair. He could finally learn to apparate, and could do magic outside of school. He could laugh at the Dursley's and not worry about the consequences. He felt free and alive.

Harry stood up from the bed. It was one minute to midnight, and he was ready to leave. To just get away, away from here. He couldn't wait to see Ron and Hermione as an adult. Three...two...one.

The tingling started down in his toes. It was a weird sensation, almost like little bugs were crawling over his skin. Harry bent down, a little bit panicked, only to see that nothing was there. The sensation quickly spread up his legs and thighs, to his chest and arms. Harry was freaking out in his head, holding that this was just a part of his coming of age. The tingles spread to his face, and he couldn't stop himself from scratching everywhere.

Suddenly, a white hot pain erupted in his sternum. It felt like someone was trying to spread him in half, and Harry let out a scream which made him sound like he was under the Cruciatus curse. Then, Harry was gone in a wisp of whit smoke.

Harry awoke slowly; his face was pressed into something hard and cold. He hurt everywhere and his body felt frozen and stiff. A deep throbbing pain in his bone made him release a low groan. His eyes fluttered and then opened. He squinted blearily out of his glasses. Everything was blurry to him, just a bunch of gray splotches.

Wait, blurry?

He sat up slowly and blinking his eyes to see if that would clear his vision up. It didn't, so he removed his glasses to clean them. When he took off his glasses, everything became clear.

Harry was in shock. He could see without his glasses, something not even the wizarding world could apparently do. And what he saw made his jaw drop. He was in some type of monotone forest, with hard dirt floors and tall pines. The pines were thin and their trunks had few branches. They seemed to stretch for miles until he couldn't see the tips. They just kind of disappeared into a gray sky. The bark was a deeper shade of gray, and the ground was almost black. His breath came out in puffs of white, and he finally realized how cold he was.

"Glad to see you are finally awake Child."

The voice startled Harry out of his stunned silence. He whipped around into a low crouch, only to be met with nothing. He stood slowly, looking around for any movement. The forest was eerily still, not even the smallest flicker of anything.

"Do not be afraid. I am but a friend." the voice reverberated off the trees. It was deep as a trench, but high pitched as well. It sounded like a thousand voices speaking at once, and it made Harry's bones shake.

Something was forming in front of him. It looked like particles of light swirling around in a spiral pattern. They spun faster and faster, until they began to form a solid shape, and then, a man was in front of Harry.

He was well past six foot if he were to stand up straight. Instead, he was hunched over, holding himself up with a twisted wood cane. His skin was a deep tan and heavily wrinkled. White wispy hair reached his shoulders, and a pair of emerald green eyes gazed at him. They were startling alike to Harry's. He wore a simple button up white shirt, black slacks, and black shoes.

Harry stood in shock at what had just happened before him. A man had just appeared out of thin air. Right in front of him! He just couldn't believe it. He wanted to know what was going on, what was happening, where the hell he was.

The old man chuckled and gestured a gnarled hand to the scenery they were in. "Interesting choice. I myself went with boulders and a lake. But, pine trees are nice too."

Harry just blinked at him. The man smiled. His teeth were, oddly, a bright white.

"I am assuming you are wondering where you are here, and why. Please sit down, I cannot remain standing. And this will take a while. Maybe."

Harry sat, still wary of him. The man sat down stiffly, rubbing his knees and breathed in deeply. Harry finally spoke.

"Who are you?"

"Well..." He started. "My name is Amius Neil Marci. I'm a hundred and thirty years eight old, I was born in Cortona, Italy, and I am your great grandfather." Harry blinked slowly. This man was claiming to be a hundred and thirty eight years old, plus his grandfather. It couldn't be true, he'd obviously passed out and this was all a dream.

"Now...you're probably very confused. But I assure you, you are awake, this is real, and you're not in a coma. But, there is much more to tell you. I'm not sure you'll believe me at all until you experience it yourself." He looked at him, his green gaze never wavering. "And in case you are wondering, I'm on your mother's side."

So...it was Lily's grandfather that sat before him. Harry could certainly see her reflected in his eyes, that deep startling emerald. He looked over, confused.

"Where am I? Why am I here?" His Grandfather shifted, and then he sighed.

"I will start with the first question. You are in what is called the Void. The Void is a place in between time itself, a place where nothing ages, nothing happens, and it is just...there. The Void changes appearance in accordance with the visitor's preference. Hence my earlier comment, with the boulders and lake. You chose, subconsciously, a forest. The void is never very detailed, keeping with the bare necessities. And it is always gray. Never white, and never black, just always gray. It can be a bit...tiring after a while. Only elementals can survive in the Void."

Harry looked around, noting that there wasn't any grass and bushes, nor any real path. He looked back at the man

"Why here? Why are you here? Why am I here?"

He chuckled. "Patience, patience. I can answer those questions in an interesting tale of my life, and soon to be yours. I'll start from the beginning.

I was born into a wizarding family, but I myself wasn't a wizard. I was what they called, a squib. I worked at a shop down the road from my house, a place called l'avvio produttore that made custom shoes. It is still in business today, I recommend going there for a pair of boots. Anyways, back on track. I worked there until I was sixteen, and then my mama, bless her soul, passed away from a cooking accident. A fire had started in the kitchen, and burned her face. Her nose and mouth were sealed shut, and she died of asphyxiation within minutes. I had four brothers and sisters, and my father well...he was away on business eight months out of the year. I had to take care of the two younger ones, Maria and Josephine, while Margaret and Lucca went to the wizarding school farther north.

"It was difficult, those first six months. Maria was only five and Josephine eight. They were completely dependent on me, and required my attention. We had a garden, a good sized one too. I was fortunate; mama had taught me some of the gardening techniques, so we had vegetables. However, we soon ran out of money, and the vegetables did not grow fast. We only used money on breads and the occasional fruits. Our clothes became more and more ragged, and our house became dirty and run down. I felt...ashamed and like a failure, to my mother, to god, to my sisters.

"My father returned seven months after the accident. He wore expensive clothes, and was clean shaven. When he saw that part of his family, his house, and learned about his wife, he was shocked. Stunned. Hurt. But, after a night, he realized he needed to step up, and get our lives back in order. We fast forward to next year, April twenty third, 1877. I was turning seventeen the next day. Not a big day in the muggle world back then, no, being sixteen was when you were a man, free to do whatever. But, not for me. I had two mouths to feed, as Lucca and Margaret stayed year round in school. So, seventeen was just another number. Our family was doing better, we ha spare money at the end of the week, and father would send home part of his pay every month. They children were older, and I was able to get back my job at the shoe makers.

"I remember that night; it's crystal clear in my memories. I'd always thought that I'd live a happy life as a muggle, with the only magical connections being my family. That night changed my entire future...I sat awake in bed, when something in my core just started to shake and burn. I remember trying to scream through the pain, but no sounds came out. The burning turned to a white hot fire spreading to every part of my being. It hurt, it hurt so much. I didn't know what was happening, surely, I thought, Lucifer himself was trying to posses my body. After what felt like hours, the pain passed. I had fallen onto the floor, a sweating, writhing pile of flesh. There was a man in front of me, bending down to my level. He had a heavy wool coat, and bare feet. I had looked up at him, not fully conscious. God? I had whispered. He shook his head, touched my arm, and we vanished to the Void.

"To make a long story short, he told me that I was a Master of Elements. I could control everything on earth basically, except a few certain things. Like, I could not control people. My core would rebel and not do what I intended. I could not control space, or completely manmade objects. Like this electronic doohickeys that you people have now. Nor books, for some reason. Could never control books..."

This man...his great grandfather is a Master of Elements? This is too bizarre! Then again, he thought, when hasn't my life been bizarre...wait. If he brought him here to the Void that meant that Harry himself was an elemental. The old man had said himself that only they could survive here. Harry looked up in shock at the old man.

"Wait. You said that only elementals could survive here. So...does that make me...?" he smiled at Harry.

"Yes child, it does make you an elemental. But not just any elemental. You too, are a Master of Elements."