Chapter 1: Wind and Lightning

Hey guys, Raven here. Here is my newest story, The Power of the Storm. I hope that you guys enjoy it. I know that I have a lot of stories that are currently not being updated, but the idea just popped into my head and I had to try it. For those who are wondering, one of my New Year's Resolutions is to update more often. At the moment, I am going to be working on this story and on Dark Blood. So, on with the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Harry sat in his room at #4 Privet Drive. Voldemort's return had shaken him, terribly shaken him. He turned back to the book that he had been reading, it was book about elementalists and their powers. It seemed that all magic was considered a form of one of the four elements, Earth, Water, Fire, and Air. With training, wizards could learn to harness this magic directly, with devastating effects. This could be just the thing that would be needed to defeat Voldemort. Harry, upon reading through the books, decided that he would focus on air magic, as he was always comfortable on a broom and he was rather fast, both of which were excellent qualities for air elementalists. He then went back to reading, ready to begin practicing.

A few days later, Uncle Vernon came into his room. When he entered, he froze and stared at Harry. Harry was sitting cross legged, eyes closed, and was performing breathing exercises. However, the incredible thing was the winds flying throughout the room, lifting various objects up before putting them down carefully. Harry himself was sitting in the middle of a cyclone, and was floating about three feet in the air. Uncle Vernon stared at this for a moment before remembering what he came to tell Harry about.
"Boy." Strangely, there was no malice in his tone. Harry opened his eyes, and the winds all suddenly stopped, and he reached the ground. Harry stood up, and looked into his Uncle's eyes before speaking.
"Yes Uncle?"

"Dudley went down to the park this afternoon. Go get him and come back for dinner." Harry nodded.
"Yes Uncle." Uncle Vernon stared at him before heading downstairs and walking out the door, heading down towards the park. What he didn't know was that he was being watched.

Harry watched as Dudley said bye to his friends before turning and walking down towards Harry, while the rest of Dudley's friends went in other directions. Dudley stared at Harry as they walked. Harry didn't mind the silence, in fact, it was something he was used to after the long summer. As they walked, Harry spread his hands and let sparks fly all over his hand, almost like dancing. Finally, Dudley spoke up.

"Nice trick" This caused Harry to look up and nod.

"Thanks. It's a new trick I've been working on" Dudley nodded.

"Whose Cedric?"

"He was a friend. He and I were in a tournament last year. He was killed by Voldemort"

"He's back?" Suddenly, Dudley seemed scared.

"Unfortunately." He turned to Dudley, only to see him shivering. "Are you alright?"
"No" Suddenly, Harry began hearing voices. The voices of his parents. Harry froze. Dudley stopped and glanced at Harry. "What's wrong?"

"Stay still!"Harry ordered. "And whatever you do, keep your mouth closed!" Dudley nodded, and Harry reached out with his hand, causing winds to begin to whirl around him. Harry swore under his breath. Air magic was powerful, but it had its limits. It could grant him immunity to Dementors, and even give him a limited amount of control over the beasts, but he wouldn't be able to directly shield Dudley directly. That said, he could order the dementors not to attack Dudley, and worst comes to worst, he could destroy them. He vaguely noticed that Dudley was following a few feet behind him, a smart move. Just then, the dementors appeared. Huge, cloaked figures, they seemed to glide over towards Harry. Harry raised his hand up to the creature and snarled.

"Leave." His tone left no room for argument, and Harry vaguely noticed Dudley step backwards away from him in fear. "Neither of us are hiding Sirius Black under our cloaks" The dementors seemed to look at each other before turning to Harry. One of them turned to Harry and spoke in his mind, with a sort of grating voice, like the sound of a sword on a stone.

"We were not sent to recapture the prisoner."

"So why are you here? There is no reason for you to be present in a muggle village."

"We were sent to attack you" Harry snarled and raised his hand, sparks began flying from it.

"Leave or be destroyed" The dementors made a laugh like sound, before Harry snarled and released a massive blast of lightning from his hand. It crashed into one of the Dementors, and it gave a shrieking like sound, before it exploded into darkness and shadow. The other dementor backed away slightly. Harry smiled. "Inform your master that they are a fool to attack Harry Potter. Then, report this entire thing to the DMLE, including who gave the order to attack me." the Dementor bowed its head and flew off. Harry turned to see Dudley staring at him in awe. Harry nodded to his cousin. "Come on, let's get home. Aunt Petunia is going to be pissed that the food is cold". Dudley laughed, and the two of them walked back to the Dursley house.

Vernon stared at Harry before speaking. "These Dementor things, they won't attack again, will they?" Harry thought for a few minutes, formulating his response.

"No, they shouldn't. They were sent to attack me, but I proved that I am capable of destroying them, which should cause them to refuse to attack me again in the future." Vernon nodded his understanding. "Beyond that, I suspect based on these letters that somebody is going to be coming to retrieve me 'For my own protection'" Vernon snorted. He had seen Harry surround himself with winds and heard what he did to those Dementors. He didn't think that Harry would need to leave. However, he didn't see a need for Harry to stay either. As such, he simply nodded in response. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Petunia went to the door quickly. She then froze in surprise at the person.

"Why hello there Petunia, it's been a long time since I last saw you. 15 years in fact. You wouldn't happen to know where my godson is, would you?"

"Sirius. Now I wish I had recognized you when I saw you on the news two years ago. Do come in." She stepped aside, and in stepped Sirius Black, Harry's Godfather.

AN: So, what do you all think? I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Read and review.