Chapter 17

        Bill Weasley cowered in a corner of his dank, blood stained, and worn stone cell on the makeshift bed of a mattress filled with straw and holes and a ragged torn blanket. Nothing can keep the cold of a Dementor at bay though, especially not an old blanket.

Bill looks around at the cell for a moment wondering how the blood got there and the he noticed the sharpened piece or broken pipe between the hole in the ground used as a toilet and the sink that doesn't work. He started to consider that possibility when the fog entered his mind again and he relived the day he thought he killed Charlie when he accidentally rode his toy broom into his throat.

He remembers his screaming and his brother gasping for breath. He starts to remember his mother coming and fixing Charlie but the Dementor sucks that happy thought away, replacing it with another bad memory… Such are the days at Azkaban.

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August 31st

"Dumbledore I demand that you tell them or I will. They have to know before they kill themselves. Remember the tidal wave incident in Japan? That was caused by an unknowing elemental." Says the man in the red cloak from the trial.

"Yes I know. But they need to find out on their own or they might cause an accident anyway, Alexander." Says Dumbledore removing a green orb as big as his head from his desk. It is glowing and he opens it and the glow starts to slowly fade. When the orb is fully open it is half as tall as Dumbledore. "See they are nowhere near their full powers. The orb is never wrong."

"Well, Dumbledore if the red haired one flares his full temper he could destroy the forest and flood the lake maybe even freeze the grounds over." Says the man in an earthen brown cloak banging his fists on the desk. "What'll you do then? Will you just shrug it off?!?!"

"Of course not Falcore. I'd fix the damage and then shrug it off." Says Dumbledore nonchalantly.

"Do you want Harry to end up like Miguel Homez? Fried in his shoes found later looking like fried chicken?" screams Alexander getting in Dumbledore's face. "You fail to see the point Albus. I am not going to let Harry or his friends kill themselves unknowingly. I will not let what happened to Godric's Hollow happen to Harry himself the next time."

Alexander backs away still staring into Dumbledore's blue eyes his own eyes glaring over red mixing with his naturally brown and suddenly he gasps and puffs out smoke.

"Holy crap!" yells Alexander pointing his hands at himself and muttering some words under his breath the smoke stops soon after but he continues to mutter nonstop, pointing at himself all the while, for 5 minutes more.

"Now do you see why I'm worried? HUH?!?! I nearly killed myself you made me so angry and I can control this!!" he says walking to the window and soon a fireball as big as the castle and grounds appear totally white flames. It sways with Alexander's hands then he claps and it fades with a poof of smoke. Albus stands looking flabbergasted.

"What? You don't mean to say you didn't know it could get so big?!?!" Alexander says very sarcastically and sneering.

"You could have destroyed Hogwarts." Albus says still looking rather shocked.

"Harry can do worse." Says Falcore.

Albus looks up at the five gathered in his office his eyes are as wide as bowling balls. "O…Ok. Tell them all."

"Thank you." Says Alexander suppressing a laugh at seeing Dumbledore so shocked. As they get down to the gargoyle he lets out a loud guffaw.

"I thought he knew about the extent of the powers" Alexander says as he laughs some more.

"Me too." Says Falcore trying to stay serious but breaking down and grabbing his stomach from such suppressed laughter. "Did you see his eyes?"

The five are all laughing as they reach the border of the Hogwarts grounds and calm down as they reach Hogsmeade and Apparate away to Black Manor.

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Black Manor

Alexander, Falcore, Andre, and Rosalyn have gathered Harry, Sirius, Ron, Remus, and Hermione in the Great Hall of Black Manor. Alexander is pacing back and forth near a chair and Falcore is sitting down drumming his fingers on the chair arm. Rosalyn has fallen asleep. Andre keeps making a water ball appear in his hand and disappear.

"We have called you all in here to tell you something." Says Andre but he goes back to making the water ball appear and disappear in his hand. He keeps it out and makes it roll around in the air before snapping his fingers and having it disappear. He looks around when he realizes no one has said anything and sees the red haired kid is getting impatient.

"What's so important you had to stop lunch and the best game of chess I've ever played against Harry. If you've got something to say get on with it." Snaps Ron.

"Shut it you. This isn't easy to say." Says Andre.

"What he was trying to, or, as it seems, trying not to, do was tell you that all of you are…" Alexander cuts off suddenly and looks at Rosalyn sleeping.

"OH BLOODY HELL, TELL US ALREADY!!" Screams Ron as black clouds swirl around the ceiling and start to glow.

"WATCH IT!" screams Drake running and shoving Alexander out from under the cloud, but he gets nailed right at the ankle but on the back of the foot.

"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" yells Drake in pain turning and grabbing his burning foot his eyes watering.

Alexander points at Drakes ankle and it's wrapped around by some weird glowing ice colored bandage. Drake gets gingerly to his feet and hobbles over to a chair with a footstool and he props his foot up on that casting a ring of ice around the bandage.

"That is what he wanted to tell you." Drake says looking at the shocked Ron. Ron's chin is hanging open and his eyes are wide. Drake glares at him and makes his middle ice over.

"C-c-co-cold-d-d." stammers Ron.

Drake makes the ice stop. He then turns and looks at Falcore urging him to tell the news.

"Ok. I don't see what's so hard about telling them they are the last heir elemental and sub-elementals and the last telepath." says Falcore offhandedly. "Yes. Hermione you are the telekinetic telepath. Yes you can give certain others the ability to converse telepathically with you. No I am not a mind reader, you are. Your questions are all over your face my dear."

"You, Harry, are the last heir elemental. You are the descendant of Godric Gryffindor himself. Your element? Lightning of course. Ron you are the sub-element of storms. You can make any kind of storm depending on your temper and once you control them your mood. Sirius you are the sub-element stone you can control stone make it hail stone and the possibilities are numerous. Remus you are the sub-element wood. You control wood. Use your imagination, spears are helpful." Says Alexander.

The five people stand there dumbstruck and shocked at this new revelation. Hermione is freaking out. Ron is still staring open mouthed at the burnt spot on the floor he caused. Harry is looking at Remus and Sirius wondering what the heck this means. Sirius is running a hand through his hair and biting his lip, and Remus looks deep in thought.

"So that's why Harry acts so utterly selfless. Godric Gryffindor was like that too. Hmm." Mumbled Remus to himself but being heard by everyone in the dead silence, and Remus looks around surprised. "Did I say that out loud?"

"Yes. But I think you might be right." Says Alexander.

"Your training to control it will be every Saturday from September 1st and onward." Says Falcore. "And you two **He looks from Sirius to Remus** will find you can learn to control your element fairly easily."

Sirius is making a rock hover over Falcore's head while he talks proving Falcore's point. The day continues with everyone talking about their power. Rosalyn got up and left to take a nap in her room soon after the commotion began and it got too loud. The day finished with a feast like supper with all the favorites. The desert was a variety of things from treacle fudge to pies of all sorts. Alexander got up and stretched then he yawned and asked to be excused. Alexander left to go check on Rosalyn with a plate of food for her.

The others soon leave to get Harry, Ron, and Hemione ready to go to Hogwarts the next day. AS they are getting up to get ready for tomorrow or help someone get ready they hear a loud yell.

"ROSALYN!!! NOOO! Not again!" Alexander yells and everyone suddenly runs to their room.

Falcore's eyes go wide and sort of bug out, Andre lets out a loud vehement exclamation, and Drake punches a hole in the door. Alexander is slouched down on his knees barely keeping from crying while rocking back and forth holding a piece of parchment. He throws the parchment towards them.

Sirius picks up the letter after surveying the ransacked room everything is messed up except the bed which is made up and the only thing wrong is a spot of blood in the center. Sirius gulps and then reads the letter out loud.

It reads:

"Dear Phoenix Dung,

Rosalyn is MY loyal servant and I have taken   her to remind her to remind her of this, with any means necessary. (A/N: insert an evil cackle here for effect.;-) ) Not even your Alma Transfer is strong enough to sway her true alliance. If you do ever possibly want her back meet me in the Riddle House by 5:00 p.m. tomorrow. See you then if you dare show up.

                                                Sincerely,

                                                Voldemort"

        Alexander stands up and storms out leaving the others standing around staring.