Sirius emerged out from the white arch. His lean body got tense, his limbs were all his ears. She was wandering in the twilight. Aisling. She allowed Morgana to come back on the earth. Why?

Aisling: I found she had been my mother at the ancient time. Unquenchable burnings destroyed her. I've been waiting for someone who could save her from the Hell. Lancelot, you will be finished your life on the earth, if you go back to your godson.

Sirius: I don't care. To see him again, I'll be happy to be killed once more.

Harry tried to call Sirius, but the morning sunlight compeled him to open his eyes. Then he uttered, 'Sirius.' And he reluctantly changed to robes. He hadn't noticed the clothes were Auror's, not Hogwarts instructor's black until the students made noise in their excitement to see his attire.

It was just a dream. Sirius won't come back. He is dead. He admonished himself in his mind and looked around. The forty eyes were looking at him. Giving a loud cough, he enlarged his teaching plan and stuck it on the board to show the basic wandsmanship. He explained,

'You've made sure which element is your strength. After practicing this wandsmanship, we'll try active service in the Quidditch pitch tomorrow. Slytherins, stand up. Your strength is water. Remember the most powerful magic will be produced when you cast the defensive spell. You know the word, Protego.'

'Boring, Potter.' Malfoy drawled, 'We want to try the attacking spell like you did to me in our sixth year.'

Harry was almost going to fall into a rage. He stepped forward, to Malfoy and whispered, 'I am sorry, I was stupid. I shouldn't have cast that.'

'Well, well I'll accept your apology, but it's not enough, Potter. If you want to control us, you must promise to make a big pitch for our contribution protecting people from the Soul Eaters.' He held out his hand.

Harry bit the bullet and clasped Malfoy's hand, 'I really appreciate for your cooperation.'

Blushing his face, Malfoy looked happy, which reminded Harry of Malfoy's crush on him. Then an evil thought occured to him. What if he pretended he liked Malfoy? Easy to control him and his followers. There was little guilty feeling. Harry careressed Malfoy's thumb lightly before letting it go. The effect was apparent. Malfoy's pale face went pink. Harry asked, 'You told me about the Soul Eaters. I'll be greatful if you lend me the book from your treasure room.'

'You mean the picture book?'

Harry nodded, 'If you have more, please send them to me as well.'

'What can I expect from you by giving my helping hand?' Lust glinted in Malfoy's eyes.

'I'll recommend you as a talented potioneer to the Auror Headquarters.'

Malfoy said, 'Great,' Harry sensed, with a little disappointment and he glanced back to his fellow Slytherins, 'Show off our strength. Blaise, do it.'

As soon as the tall handsome chanted, 'Fluctus,' a huge wave flushed out from the tip of his wand and the girl students squealed at the spray from the surf.

'See? A very easy job.' Zabini gave Harry a cynical smile.

'Not bad, but dragons don't fear the waves.' Harry stared back, 'Or you need to make it bigger. Voldemort was good at it.' He remembered how Tom Riddle produced a large amount of water against Dumbledore. His magic was tremendous. Harry closed his eyes and pictured it in his mind. Zabini's wave grew taller and taller until it made a water tower. As his eyes opened, it twisted high to the ceiling. Everyone there was gaping at. Swishing his wand like his mentor had done to protect him after Sirius's death, the wave vanished. 'Next?' Harry glanced at Malfoy.

The Pure-Bloody-Ass to Be Kicked stepped forward, his wand arm trembling. Malfoy closed his eyes as if he had been trying hard to be calm. Finally, they were open. He chanted a spell, when the lights of the candles were blocked in the training room. The grey clouds stayed above the students. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, and did nothing.

Harry crossed his arms and raised his brow. Malfoy sighed, 'I could cast dark magic, but it's not good here.'

'What poison in the clouds?'

'You know?' His voice sounded surprised.

'Just my guess.'

'It will boil their skin.'

Malfoy's words brought a stir in the room. One of the students, Zacharias Smith was going out.

Harry made extra sure, 'No poison yet?'

'Not yet. I'll work them into …' Malfoy shouted, 'Expecto Patronum!' A silvery fully scaled creature wiggled through the students who looked fascinated, when the floating haze followed Malfoy's Patronus and vanished together.

Harry fathomed out Malfoy had entertained himself any number of times before, which meant, Harry was overwhelmed, pure love.

There was applause. Pansy Parkinson was clapping her hands. Harry snapped back. He should praise Malfoy.

'Nice. Five points to Slytherins. He controlled his magic without falling into danger.'

'That's all? Draco performed Patronus in front of you, Potter. You know what it does mean.' Parkinson sidled up to him and whispered, 'He loves you.'

'He does not,' he whispered back, 'My Patronus is Stag. If he had a feeling, it would be the same one,' he addressed, 'Next challenger? From the other house?'

Seamus went to the front, 'I'll do it, Harry.'

Harry had a wince predicting MacGonagall's stern look and made Seamus keep back before everything would be burnt. He transformed the nearest chair into a rock and said, 'This rock is a dragon. Ginny, you try first for everyone.'

Ginny took a brisk walk towards the rock and pointed her wand, 'Reducto!' The curse hit straight the target and blasted it to the pieces. Zabini whistled, 'I wish she were my girl.'

'Poor dragon. These pieces are their meat.' Luna said as if she lamented someone.

'Luna is right. What I want to tell you is controlling your power. Killing them should be last resort.'

'So, you mean we should use our power for only defense?' Hermione asked.

Harry nodded. 'The dragons are controlled by the evil ...' he searched for the right words, he didn't want to scare the students by saying 'Soul Eaters' which would let them imagine the Dementors. He finished saying instead, 'Some incorruptible substances managed those dragons and they attacked the magical community in Australia as you know.' Then he remembered the baby dragon's ambition, he added, 'If the four elements,' he couldn't continue any more as his vocal cords were suddenly paralyzed.

Evan invaded his mind. Don't tell them.