Title: Harry Potter and the Elemental Destiny

Author: Elemental Destiny

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does. I just mess around with her characters. The excerpt from OotO is hers as well. Anyone you don't recognize is my own creation. The title of the chapter doesn't belong to me either it's the title of a Dragonforce song.

Summary: With 5th year over, Harry is stuck in a deep depression. Yet with his 16th birthday approaching he will come to learn that not all magic is wizarding magic, not everything dark is evil, and that sometimes the correct path to follow is lying right before your eyes. AU Post OotP

A/N: Hey everyone thanks for all the hits. It's nice to know that people are reading the story. Just to clarify something, the prophecy of the Old High Council talks about Harry being a son who is hidden in plain sight. In my world druids are identified by their main element, being called the son of daughter of that element. (Ex. Talasien, son of Earth, or Wyrda, daughter of Water) so since Harry, who has not had his transformation therefore has no main element, was called a son (druid) hiding in plain sight. Hope that this note clears it up for anyone who didn't understand it. Well now that that is out of the way on to Chapter 1. Happy Reading!

Italics – Thoughts

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Chapter 1: Through the Fire and Flames

Sirius ducked Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. " Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.

The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.

The laughter had not quite died from his face but his eyes widened in shock.

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from above the arch.

"Sirius!" Harry screamed as his eyes shot open and he himself shot straight up from his bed, sweaty and shaking.

"BOY, if you can't keep quiet then I will make you quiet. Some of us normal people who actually have jobs instead of being lazy freeloaders are trying to sleep!" Uncle Vernon hollered from the room down the hall.

Harry sighed but wasn't totally worried, if Uncle Vernon hadn't done anything by now he probably wouldn't do anything at all, after all he hadn't been able to sleep through the night without a nightmare waking him, and the rest of the house up since he got back.

Nonetheless Harry decided to give his Uncle a wide berth that day. A day that according to the time his clock read wouldn't begin for him for four hours.

Now fully awake and only shaking slightly he thought about what he could do since sleep was no longer an option. He thought about doing his schoolwork but he couldn't find the energy or desire to get up to do it. He thought of a whole bunch of productive things that he could spend this time doing.

He could read some of the letters his friends had sent him that he hadn't been able to open. He knew what was inside them; it was inside all the letters he had gotten this summer. "It wasn't your fault", "He wouldn't want you to grieve like this", "He died a hero", and all other sorts of comforts that he could not bear to see written on paper. All the letters were a harsh reminder of what he had lost.

Instead he did what he always did, the one thing that he found was able to bring him some peace, he went to talk to Hedwig. His dependence on his first real friend had grown substantially since his godfather's death. She was always there for him if he needed someone to rant to, cry to, or even just be with. It had gotten to the point that she would wake a few minutes before he did, so when he looked over to her cage he was not surprised to see amber eyes meet his own and hear a small hoot.

He got up and walked over to her, dragging the desk chair with him so he could sit.

" Hello girl, awake before me again, if I didn't know better I'd say that you could read my mind."

She gave a soft hoot in response and gently nipped his finger before settling on his arm.

Harry always had to laugh at this, even if it was only a small chuckle, deprived of any real mirth. Hedwig had taken to settling on his arm during their early morning time together, almost as if she knew he needed to talk and was making herself more comfortable so she could listen.

" I can't keep going on like this Hedwig, I have to find someway to sleep through the night. Not that I don't enjoy our time together, but I need sleep and I don't want to push Uncle Vernon too much farther."

She hooted again before taking off and landing on his desk. When he went to see what she was doing he found her perched on his potions book, giving him a significant look.

Harry marveled at the intelligence of his owl, there were times, like these, when she seemed almost human.

"Of course Hedwig, that's brilliant there has to be a potion that could help me sleep through the night, like the one I got after the Triwizard Tournament, but how would I get it. Snape may not be winning any awards for his teaching skills but I won't be winning any for my potion brewing either."

He sighed and thought about the dilemma while softly petting the feathers on Hedwig's head

" Oh this is hopeless, the only way I could get that potion would be to ask for it and I can't do that. I can't ask for help Hedwig, I just can't. If the order thinks something is wrong they may come and investigate and lets face it, even the Dursleys could tell them enough to make them worry and that's saying something. I can't go back Hedwig, I cannot go back to that house." Harry said, his voice sounding hollow at the mention of his late godfather's house.

"I need help but I can't get it, I shouldn't be surprised. When have I ever had much help in any part of my life."

Harry got up and went back to his bed, lying down and staring at the ceiling, another familiar early morning position. His thoughts were wild and he paid little attention to his surroundings.

If he had he may have noticed the worried look in his owl's eyes. If he had been paying attention he also may have noticed her slip quietly out the window, flying high with determined beats of her wings as she chased after the sun, which was slowly rising from the east.

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It was a typical day for Harry. After his early morning of ceiling watching he spent the rest of the morning/afternoon memorizing patterns of the books on the shelf and other such activities designed to keep his mind from more distressing thoughts. The only odd thing about his day was the absence of Hedwig who he hadn't seen since the early morning.

When darkness had finally fallen he heard a soft fluttering followed by a quite thump from his position on the bed. As his eyes were drawn to the sound he saw what had made the noise, Hedwig was back. Harry shot up from the bed and went to see her, he had been worried, she had been gone a whole day after all.

As he drew closer to her Harry saw that she held a package in her talons. Pausing only briefly to check but not read the letter, on which his name was written in handwriting that he did not recognize, he opened the package. Inside he found a vial of purple potion, which was very carefully wrapped. After seeing the vial Harry immediately tore open the letter, hoping it would contain a clue as to the vials contents.

Harry,

Your owl came to me in quite a state of distress, seems her master hasn't been sleeping well. The potion I enclosed should help, dreamless sleep, if you were wondering.

Take care of yourself and Hedwig,

A friend

PS. Drink the potion, your owl wouldn't bring you something from someone who meant you harm, I trust you know she is much smarter than that

Harry took the potion out of the box, but was still worried; the fact that he had enemies did not escape him. However, he was desperate and the friend did get one thing right, Hedwig would never bring him something from someone who meant him harm. It also didn't hurt that the potion matched the description of the dreamless sleep potion that was in his textbook.

Pulling the stopper out of the vial he downed the potion and lay down on his bed, falling asleep in moments and for the first time that summer, slept through the night.

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As the next day dawned Harry spent it much like he had spent all the other days since his return to the Dursleys, staying in his room alone and brooding, albeit a bit more rested that day than normal.

In fact he hadn't done any of the chores that he normally attended to, he lacked the energy or the desire to leave his room and thus far his relatives hadn't bothered him. Harry was quite content to stay isolated and alone in his room, shutting out the world. However both his quiet and his solitude would not last the day.

" That's It! "

With only the shout to warn him, the door to Harry's room was violently swung open and his Uncle's frame stood in the doorway.

" What are you talking about?" asked Harry, more than a little nervous after the loud entrance his Uncle had made.

" I've had enough of you and your lazy freakishness!" Uncle Vernon bellowed.

Harry looked up at his Uncle and his nervousness grew after catching the look on his Uncle's face, a look that promised nothing good for him.

" We took you in and you have been a burden on my family ever since, and now you aren't even earning your keep. Waking up the family at night with your screams and sitting in this room all day instead of doing work for Petunia and I. Sitting and moaning about your pathetic Godfather, who got what was coming to him if you ask me. Tomorrow boy you will get back to your chores and stop sitting around doing nothing." Uncle Vernon ranted.

"Don't," Harry said, as the room seemed to rise several degrees in temperature. " Don't you dare talk about Sirius."

" I'll say whatever I want about your no good, worthless, pathetic, bastard of a godfather." Said Uncle Vernon cruelly, taking delight in drawing out every insult.

" Sirius was twice the man you will ever be," Harry said, jumping to his feet to glare at his Uncle, anger fused into his voice.

" Considering he's six- feet under, that doesn't give me much to aspire to now does it Boy."

Harry growled softly as he intensified his glare. As he glared he felt a heat racing through his veins, as if the force of his anger was causing his blood to boil and shoot through his body. Harry's temper, aided by this new feeling finally gave way and he exploded.

" He's better off dead that to be anything like you, you fat, pathetic excuse for a human being! You have no soul, all you know how to do is bring others down and bully them, easy to see where your whale of a son gets it! You will not speak about"

Whatever else Harry was going to say was cut short as his Uncle reached out and shoved him, causing Harry to drop to the ground, though not hard enough to cause any pain beyond a twinge.

" You will not speak to me in that manner BOY!" shouted Uncle Vernon.

Hedwig from her perch inside her cage began to hoot loudly and angrily as she saw the fat blob once again yelling at her beloved friend and master.

" Shut up you ruddy owl." Uncle Vernon barked as he strode over to her cage.

Harry sensing immediate danger shot to his feet in an attempt to head his Uncle off and keep him away from his first and most loyal friend, but he was to late.

Uncle Vernon took the cage off the desk and threw it against the wall and while the wire cage protected Hedwig from life threatening harm she still screeched loudly in pain as she made contact with the wall.

For Harry this was the final straw, he started towards his Uncle, the disadvantages in size, weight, and experience meant nothing to him. He was lost in a rage so intense that he could feel it heating his entire body.

When Uncle Vernon saw what his nephew intended to do he grinned evilly, " I should have taught you proper manners years ago, you little brat."

When Harry was close enough his Uncle reached out and grabbed hold of his nephew roughly by the arms.

" Ahhhhhhhhhh"

However it was not Harry who screamed.

Uncle Vernon tore his hands away from Harry and cradled them. When he looked down he saw that his hands were covered in burns of various degrees. Furious, he turned to face his nephew already promising to make him pay for using his freakishness. When he looked up however he froze, his red face immediately loosing all color.

Harry, slightly confused, though still enraged said dangerously, "Get out,"

His Uncle slowly began to back away towards the door and when he was finally out of the room Harry slammed the door and immediately made his way over to Hedwig. He was so worried about making sure that she was ok that he never caught a glimpse of himself as he passed by the wardrobe mirror. As he never saw his reflection he never saw what it was that had so scared his Uncle, never saw that his eyes, normally a calm emerald green were blazing and outlined by a vicious, fiery red.

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Thousands of miles away, a man and a wolf were sitting side by side in front of an silver medallion, which was covered in numerous runes. Suddenly the runes began to glow a deep read and the metal itself heated almost to the point to melting.

Talasien smiled, " The element of fire has been awoken."