H.P. Belongs to J.K. Rowling.
The plot belongs to me.
Elemental control taken from the ideas behind Avatar: the Last Airbender.
Fire is the element of power, strength, and passion.
Scorpius Malfoy was whistling on his way down from the Owlery where he had just finished mailing his parents a letter. As he was whistling, he couldn't help but think of how lucky he was. His life had turned out much better than he and his father had thought it would. His father thought that he would get bullied for his surname, and he did at first. However, all that changed the night he stumbled upon a fellow first year getting ragged on by older and prejudiced Slytherins for being a muggle-born. This made Scorpius furious. He had learned all about the supposed Pureblood supremacy, and he didn't believe in it. His father had taught him about it, but told him that it was wrong. He also told him how he used to behave that way, and how it had led him to make some very poor and dangerous choices.
Scorpius knew these guys well. They were the same ones who picked on him for being a blood traitor. So Scorpius did what he did whenever those guys cornered him; he fought back. Scorpius jinxed the first Slytherin, who fell to the floor laughing uncontrollably. The others turned away from the other kid, who used their distraction as a way to escape, and advanced on Scorpius. Needless to say, Scorpius lost that fight, and was saved only when the other student returned with a teacher. After his stay in the hospital, something incredible happened. James Potter and Fred Weasley, two of the people who were the most vocally against him, came up to him and offered him an apology. They also told him that they were wrong for assuming that he was just like all the other Malfoys because his actions that night proved that he was different. Scorpius ended up smiling, even though it hurt to do so. That was the day that everything changed. People who would normally ignore him in the hall would instead stop to talk to him. Girls who previously thought that he was a git were suddenly swooning over his bravery. It was flattering to say the least.
Scorpius turned the hallway to be met with a similar scene. The boys who had been threatening the muggle-born two years ago were once again threatening him two years later. It seemed that their suspension did not in fact cause them to cool down; in fact, it seemed to have increased their ire.
"You were the one who ratted on us you filthy Mudblood!" the first Slytherin said as he punched the kid in the gut.
Just like last time, Scorpius was filled with an unexplainable rage.
"Let him go!" he said forcibly.
The boys once again turned around, and the boy they were beating up on once again made his escape.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the blood traitor. Back for round two I see," the boy said with a sneer that couldn't quite reach the levels of the infamous Malfoy one.
Scorpius sneered back (properly). "I guess you could say that."
All of a sudden, Scorpius was assaulted with a whole bunch of curses, that he was having difficulty blocking. As he was hit with a particularly bad stinging hex, he could just make out the boys' sadistic laughs and taunts.
"I knew the Malfoys were weak."
"Filthy blood traitors; right on par with the Mudbloods."
"Little piece of shit!"
"Ha, he's a coward, just like his father," one boy said quite cruelly.
It was that comment that sparked the change in Scorpius, whose rage intensified to a dangerous level. All of a sudden, the torches that lined the side of the hallways flared to life. Their flames which were usually normal size suddenly blazed to the top of the hallway, and the flames themselves started to swirl around the hall.
The Slytherin boys were terrified. And turned tail as they wanted to escape the ropes of fire that seemed to be everywhere.
Scorpius in his rage caused the fire to trail after the boys, until a new voice broke through the red haze surrounding his brain.
"Mr. Malfoy! What is the meaning of this?!" a startled and somewhat scared Minerva McGonagall asked as she watched the flames swirl around and after the retreating Slytherin boys.
"Huh?" Scorpius said confused. As soon as Scorpius lost concentration, the flames chasing after the boys reversed direction, and headed back towards the source.
"Lookout Mr. Malfoy!" Minerva screamed as she hastened to put up a protective spell.
"Oh shit!" was the last thing Scorpius remembered thinking before everything faded to black.
I picture Gryffindor as a possessing the element of fire since it represents strength and power.
