DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I also do not make any money from this.

WARNINGS: Yaoi (male x male), Yuri (female x female) adult topics, swearing, sexual scenes and violence.

This has not been Beta'd.

PAIRINGS: Ron x Hermione, Blaise x Cho

'text' is thought

"text" talking

Hidden Element

Chapter 10: The Forgotten

Elementals:

Ice and Void – [Name]

Fire – [Name]

Earth – Blaise Zabini

Nature – Cho Chang

Light – [Name]

The Forgotten:

[Element] – [Name]

[Element] – Carsly Hendricks (OC)

[Element] – [Name]

[Element] - [Name]

Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)

The sky outside was an inky black, clouds thick with lightning and water as rain hit the window harshly in an attempt to be heard. But no amount of pitter-patter nor flash of lightning seemed to tear Miya from her rampant rage. It was a grey and dusty room, lit with the light of a few sparse candles at the edges of its five rectangular black chairs. They formed a small circle in a corner of the room, next to the window, books neatly stacked in three piles. 'Have no idea what the book means', 'Something could be in here' and 'Definitely not here'.

The first pile was unfortunately taller, then again, she was only twelve, and if she had been a normal witch, she might have even been in her second year in Hogwarts.

She had spent the afternoon fawning about the place and getting lost, wondering how anyone could have left such a beauty to rot. There had been some researching (as she'd been told to do), but not much had been found as she really had no idea what she had needed to find in the first place. Said room was a library, one of which she only used a tiny area of as its capacity and size was terrifyingly gigantic. Thousands of rows upon rows of books lay stacked in shelves in such orderly fashion, the array of books astounding, though most dubious than others. That had been before she started thinking about her purpose here and the family temper kicked in.

The room was a blur of multi-colour books and furniture when a mini tornado grew ever larger and more risky as it drew more objects towards its centre like a magnet. She was angry, furious at the prospect of merely waiting for the inevitable. If only Tom had still been here, then she wouldn't be cooped up in this stuffy house! Sure, the mansion was abnormally huge and catered to her every whim, but where was all the fun in living a pleasurable and pampered life? She'd never had one, so why start now, not after she'd learned the satisfaction of torturing your way towards it.

Everyone had been sent to a location, for a purpose she couldn't understand. She didn't understand! It was driving her crazy. Sure, she was younger by far and her powers were weaker, but she wanted in on it all! Miya shook her blond, grey tinted hair haphazardly. Her pale, dull skin flushing in sudden resentment. She missed the good old days, where they all stuck together as a group; when they were still learning the tricks of the trade. Now?

She was held at bay by Saito. One must always obey Saito, he was the precious one, the strongest one... the leader. And what did he make her do? Go to some abandoned building to look at books, not any real topic or objective in sight. It all just pissed her off!

"You know that after this temper tantrum, you're going to put all of these books back in their rightful places, right?"

Miya growled slightly as her continuous spinning stopped. It had been difficult at first, to make a tornado, and oh how she'd wanted to create one. The trick? Spinning around in circles. She never seemed to get dizzy; in fact, it helped her think more, even though it tended to get her aggravated. She'd been told, however, that it probably came with the typhoon/tornado territory. She'd never seen herself in the process, nor had she seen an actual tornado, so there was nothing to compare.

Books and shelves clattered to the floor with an eerie bang as dust flew into the air, causing small grey eyes to pinch in an attempt to shake the 'dust bunnies' off. However, the resounding laugh that followed calmed her down. When she had needed someone to talk to, he had always been there to lend her a shoulder to cry on. He was her hero, knight in silver armour.

Tom had been number one, of course, a man that had found an abandoned mudblood at the age of four, but had given her a chance at redemption through vile means. The means towards said salvation didn't matter, just the fact that he had shifted some of his own faith aside and made a place for her, rather than kill her on the spot, meant something. From that moment on, she had done everything he asked of her. After all, giving her a bed, food, a purpose and becoming her guide, didn't that make him her father?

Apparently, the man before her had helped Tom at some point, the fact that he didn't anymore was of no consequence. No one followed in Tom's teachings any more. Many had even made a run for it when it was clear he was losing to The-Boy-Who-Lived. Just like Tom had been a temporary father of sorts, so this man had become her brother.

"I know, I'm sorry, I just..."

A hand slowly rested on her hair, stroking softly in an attempt to comfort. She had noticed it some time ago, that there was always space between them, no hug or kiss on the forehead would follow. When she meant space, she meat a literal gap between them. As he stood now, hand on her head, the full length of his arm was the gap that stood between them. It was probably something she had to take into account, but something stopped her. Something always did. This, the love she found right here, it was enough for her.

"You don't know what's going on. I know, it's a frustrating thing to feel." Miya looked up at him hesitantly. He had always seemed so brave and calm and collected. The kind of man that had all the answers and felt no fear, like Tom had seemed.

"You've felt like this before?" Once again, that melodic laughter followed. It was a soothing sound, a healing balm of sorts, at least to her it was. Of course he'd felt it before. His whole life had been run for him, many times, by five people in particular. It was hard when you screamed and no one heard your voice, especially those who were supposed to be on your side. He would let the people around them make their own decisions, and he made sure that every one knew that. He was merely here because the others had decided to leave him be, for the time being.

"Don't sound so surprised, young one. Everyone goes through this stage, no matter how small the detail or situation is. It is an important part of growing up. If you never found out you didn't understand something, then how would you ever learn about it?" He bent slightly, so that their eyes were on the same level, hand smoothing through wavy hair in a caressing fashion.

"People sometimes leave out the important parts because they think we should find out and learn by ourselves, and sometimes because they're trying to protect you from something."

"I guess." She pursed her lips together tightly. "Definitely the first one. Where Carsly's concerned, it would definitely be the first one."

"She's your sister, you'd be surprised what family would sacrifice and hide from one another to protect. You know what she's like young one, she's just too stubborn and prideful to show you."

"Thank you! I'm sorry about the library.."

"It's OK. I'll help. Together we'll fix it in no time. No one has to know it ever happened." His offered smile seemed to help, and for the time being, listening to him hum and laugh as they mended shelves and stacked books, she didn't have to think of who to kill next, what information to find and definitely not the fact that she'd been left behind in Malfoy manor.

He'd helped the girl, of course he had, he was spoilt with just a hint of bastard thrown in, but seeing children in a situation similar to his own was his weak spot. Miya didn't have the luxury of choosing, nor did anyone tell her it would ever be an option. It felt like Deja vu. His childhood to a tee. He tried not to get attached, but he found it increasingly difficult not to grab her by the shoulders and shake her, screaming 'you don't have to do this! You have a choice!' Then again, he also knew how difficult it was to disappoint your family and loose them. Carsly meant the world to Miya, being the only family she'd ever known.

"What have I told you about talking to the others?" a husky growl of anger was all the warning he received before he was pinned to the wall by his throat. Miya had long gone after they'd cleaned; leaving him to reminisce the happy memories he'd had in this library.

"Saito," he growled in return. It hurt, his breath coming in pants as the hand around his neck slowly tightened. Of course, the fact that he couldn't breathe properly was something he'd never tell the man before him.

'He would see no signs of weakness from him now that bastard! Who does he think he is choking me against a library wall of all places!'

"Stay clear of the others! How did you get in here anyway! I told you to stay put until I came home!"

"I can go where I want you electric asshole, stop locking me up!" Violet crackling eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing considerably. He knew Saito well by now. The other hated locking him up in the house, and he did it because of that very same protection he'd been talking to Miya about. He regretted every time he did it, and for that, he forgave him instantly for the bruise that would find itself on his neck later on today, if not already.

"Go home, do as I say this time!" Saito looked, well, angry. It wasn't an expression he was used to, at least not in his direction. This was serious. He hated this part, not knowing why he would be doing something. He understood Miyas' feelings perfectly.

"OK." The tan hand removed itself from around his neck and gave the blossoming bruise a fleeting look before running a calloused back hand softly across a flushed cheek.

"Thank you." He regarded Saito with a look of sadness, and saw the answering grief in electrifying eyes before apparating away.

Saito could hear the sounds of footsteps echoing down the corridors. They were here. He sighed wearily, his angry expression falling into one of regret. He did a lot of that recently. If he hadn't found Miya first, he wouldn't have known the other had snuck out of the house... again. He needed to have a stern talking to.

"Dammit, Draco," he whispered before he left the room, an extra pair of footfalls joining four others as they made their way down the corridor.

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