An Elemental Destiny
"Get out of the way, you overgrown gits!" Draco growled at Crabbe and Goyle, who
were busy blockading his compartment. They complied and Draco stepped between
them with a muttered, "Don't let anyone in.", he shut the door.
Amara made her way down the corridor, feeling the train sway beneath her. She
stopped every now and then to see in anyone knew where Draco was. Judging by the
majority of the looks she was getting, Draco wasn't exactly one of the more popular
people at Hogwarts.
Finally, at the furthest end of the train, Amara found the compartment.
Unfortunately, two bulky bodies blocked the doorway. One of them stepped forward as
she tried to walk past them.
"Can't go in there." He grunted.
"And why's that?" Amara snapped, annoyed. It wasn't enough that it had taken
her forever to find the damn compartment, no, now she had to deal with Tweedle Dee and
Tweedle Dum!
"Orders." The other one muttered. Amara snorted and pushed one of them out of
her way( she was at least four inches taller than either of them, though not nearly so bit
around.). But as soon as one was pushed aside, the other took his place. And so on, until
Amara was livid with the idiocy of it all. She could feel her powers stirring in response
to her agitation and didn't bother to check them
"I'm going to say this one more time. Get out of my WAY!" she yelled, with a
sweeping gesture of her arm. The hall was filled suddenly, by a torrent of icy cold wind.
It lifted Crabbe and Goyle off of their feet and sent them flying down the corridor. She
stood in the midst of it, unruffled, only her hair and clothing waving wildly in the gale.
Draco, who had stuck his head out of the door to see what all the noise was about,
was treated to the sight of Crabbe and Goyle rolling rapidly down the corridor before
hitting the wall with a * THUD! *. Gradually, the wind died down.
Amara looked at her hands, bemused and slightly awed.
' I've never done anything like that.' She mused.
"You did that." It was more statement than a question. Amara looked up as Draco
stepped out of the doorway and into the hall.
"I'll take it that's the power that Dumbledore was talking about?" he asked.
"Part of it," she replied, but didn't offer the other half of the answer, " I believe
you have something of mine."
Draco smiled slightly, a real smile, and pulled the note from his robes and handed
it to her.
"You and your friend might want to get your things together. We'll be at
Hogwarts in a while."
"Thanks Draco."
"No problem," he said with another smile. Amara frowned. There was something
disturbingly familiar about that face, but she couldn't quite place it.
"What is it?" Draco asked.
Amara shook her head.
"Nothing. See you later, Draco."
"Later, Amara."
~*~
Serena had been talking animatedly with her companions when she felt a rush of
energy that left her lightheaded. Though she'd never felt it before, she knew exactly
what it was.
"Amara." She growled softly under her breath.
"Excuse me?" Hermoine asked, confused. She had just been explaining the
Hogwarts houses and the House Cup when Serena had suddenly turned pale, staring off
at nothing.
"Amara's been up to something," Serena explained, "it's kinda like we're at the
back of each others mind and when one of us uses our magic, the other can feel it. It's
not as cool as it sounds." she added wryly, noticing the excited looks on their faces.
"No, it's not," Amara agreed, as she walked back into the compartment," Get
your stuff together Sere. Word is, we'll be there soon."
"Really?" Ron interrupted, "but we shouldn't be there for hours!"
Hermoine rolled her eyes.
"Honestly Ron, don't you read the papers? They've got a new engine so the
trains going twice as fast. You'd think with you father being in the Ministry you'd at
least have heard about it."
Ron subsided with a red face and some rather ominous mumbling. Ignoring the
exchange, Serena turned to Amara.
"Amara…" Serena began with a casual tone, "What did you do?"
Amara feigned a look of surprised innocence.
"Why, whatever do you mean, Sere?"
"Um…I'm sorry to interrupt, but we're here." Harry interrupted.
The next few minutes were spent sorting out luggage and owls and lugging them
off the train.
"Fir yirs o'er 'ere! All first yirs o'er 'ere by me!" a loud voice boomed. Serena
gaped at the owner of the voice, a huge man with a bristly black beard.
"That's Hagrid," Harry said at her elbow, "he teaches Care of Magical Creatures."
"What's he doing here?" Ron hissed.
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Snape. He's over there."
"Snape! Isn't he supposed to be at the Great Hall?"
Ron grunted.
"Guess he just couldn't wait to start torturing us."
The man in question was swiftly making his way towards them. The students in
his path parted before him, giving him a wide berth. Both Amara and Serena looked him
over, taking in his long black hair(in some serious need of a trim, Serena thought with a
grimace), his billowing robes, and now that he was closer, his dark, almost black eyes.
He stopped in front of them.
"Amara Ten'ou and Serena Tsukino?" His voice sent a shiver down Serena's
back. She could feel the magic practically rolling off of him and the sheer amount of it
was enough to make her feel giddy.
Amara was impressed herself, though she didn't show it so obviously. Instead,
she nodded her head.
"Hai, that's us. And you are?"
He seemed slightly taken back by her forwardness, but answered.
"Professor Snape, Potions Master. You two will come with me as the Headmaster
is waiting for you in his office. Your belongings will be left here and taken care of."
He stopped as Amara shook her head.
"I don't think so. I don't know you, you don't know me and I am sure as Hell not
leaving my bags lying around for a bunch of strangers. So, if it's all the same to you, I'll
be bringing mine along."
A muscle in Snapes' jaw twitched slightly, but after a moment he curtly nodded
his head.
"Fine. But keep up."
Ron, Harry, and Hermoine watched in amazement as the girls picked up their
bags and followed Snape.
"They'll never make it to the school alive." Ron predicted gloomily.
"Get out of the way, you overgrown gits!" Draco growled at Crabbe and Goyle, who
were busy blockading his compartment. They complied and Draco stepped between
them with a muttered, "Don't let anyone in.", he shut the door.
Amara made her way down the corridor, feeling the train sway beneath her. She
stopped every now and then to see in anyone knew where Draco was. Judging by the
majority of the looks she was getting, Draco wasn't exactly one of the more popular
people at Hogwarts.
Finally, at the furthest end of the train, Amara found the compartment.
Unfortunately, two bulky bodies blocked the doorway. One of them stepped forward as
she tried to walk past them.
"Can't go in there." He grunted.
"And why's that?" Amara snapped, annoyed. It wasn't enough that it had taken
her forever to find the damn compartment, no, now she had to deal with Tweedle Dee and
Tweedle Dum!
"Orders." The other one muttered. Amara snorted and pushed one of them out of
her way( she was at least four inches taller than either of them, though not nearly so bit
around.). But as soon as one was pushed aside, the other took his place. And so on, until
Amara was livid with the idiocy of it all. She could feel her powers stirring in response
to her agitation and didn't bother to check them
"I'm going to say this one more time. Get out of my WAY!" she yelled, with a
sweeping gesture of her arm. The hall was filled suddenly, by a torrent of icy cold wind.
It lifted Crabbe and Goyle off of their feet and sent them flying down the corridor. She
stood in the midst of it, unruffled, only her hair and clothing waving wildly in the gale.
Draco, who had stuck his head out of the door to see what all the noise was about,
was treated to the sight of Crabbe and Goyle rolling rapidly down the corridor before
hitting the wall with a * THUD! *. Gradually, the wind died down.
Amara looked at her hands, bemused and slightly awed.
' I've never done anything like that.' She mused.
"You did that." It was more statement than a question. Amara looked up as Draco
stepped out of the doorway and into the hall.
"I'll take it that's the power that Dumbledore was talking about?" he asked.
"Part of it," she replied, but didn't offer the other half of the answer, " I believe
you have something of mine."
Draco smiled slightly, a real smile, and pulled the note from his robes and handed
it to her.
"You and your friend might want to get your things together. We'll be at
Hogwarts in a while."
"Thanks Draco."
"No problem," he said with another smile. Amara frowned. There was something
disturbingly familiar about that face, but she couldn't quite place it.
"What is it?" Draco asked.
Amara shook her head.
"Nothing. See you later, Draco."
"Later, Amara."
~*~
Serena had been talking animatedly with her companions when she felt a rush of
energy that left her lightheaded. Though she'd never felt it before, she knew exactly
what it was.
"Amara." She growled softly under her breath.
"Excuse me?" Hermoine asked, confused. She had just been explaining the
Hogwarts houses and the House Cup when Serena had suddenly turned pale, staring off
at nothing.
"Amara's been up to something," Serena explained, "it's kinda like we're at the
back of each others mind and when one of us uses our magic, the other can feel it. It's
not as cool as it sounds." she added wryly, noticing the excited looks on their faces.
"No, it's not," Amara agreed, as she walked back into the compartment," Get
your stuff together Sere. Word is, we'll be there soon."
"Really?" Ron interrupted, "but we shouldn't be there for hours!"
Hermoine rolled her eyes.
"Honestly Ron, don't you read the papers? They've got a new engine so the
trains going twice as fast. You'd think with you father being in the Ministry you'd at
least have heard about it."
Ron subsided with a red face and some rather ominous mumbling. Ignoring the
exchange, Serena turned to Amara.
"Amara…" Serena began with a casual tone, "What did you do?"
Amara feigned a look of surprised innocence.
"Why, whatever do you mean, Sere?"
"Um…I'm sorry to interrupt, but we're here." Harry interrupted.
The next few minutes were spent sorting out luggage and owls and lugging them
off the train.
"Fir yirs o'er 'ere! All first yirs o'er 'ere by me!" a loud voice boomed. Serena
gaped at the owner of the voice, a huge man with a bristly black beard.
"That's Hagrid," Harry said at her elbow, "he teaches Care of Magical Creatures."
"What's he doing here?" Ron hissed.
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Snape. He's over there."
"Snape! Isn't he supposed to be at the Great Hall?"
Ron grunted.
"Guess he just couldn't wait to start torturing us."
The man in question was swiftly making his way towards them. The students in
his path parted before him, giving him a wide berth. Both Amara and Serena looked him
over, taking in his long black hair(in some serious need of a trim, Serena thought with a
grimace), his billowing robes, and now that he was closer, his dark, almost black eyes.
He stopped in front of them.
"Amara Ten'ou and Serena Tsukino?" His voice sent a shiver down Serena's
back. She could feel the magic practically rolling off of him and the sheer amount of it
was enough to make her feel giddy.
Amara was impressed herself, though she didn't show it so obviously. Instead,
she nodded her head.
"Hai, that's us. And you are?"
He seemed slightly taken back by her forwardness, but answered.
"Professor Snape, Potions Master. You two will come with me as the Headmaster
is waiting for you in his office. Your belongings will be left here and taken care of."
He stopped as Amara shook her head.
"I don't think so. I don't know you, you don't know me and I am sure as Hell not
leaving my bags lying around for a bunch of strangers. So, if it's all the same to you, I'll
be bringing mine along."
A muscle in Snapes' jaw twitched slightly, but after a moment he curtly nodded
his head.
"Fine. But keep up."
Ron, Harry, and Hermoine watched in amazement as the girls picked up their
bags and followed Snape.
"They'll never make it to the school alive." Ron predicted gloomily.