Fire, elemental, unstoppable came down to Earth, to Harry. He didn't know
where the magma was. It seemed that he was in a place completely devoid of
anything but fire. The fire had a voice- it howled like millions of damned
souls.
Vortices of flame twisted, hellish dancers with the grace of a streamer in the wind and the appetite of a demon-
The flames bruised and burned his skin, ten thousand times worst than the cruciatus curse. Then, it seemed to calm and started to heal him. It welcomed him into its society and cherished him like a brother.
His mind became one with the fire. Wild and untamable. He was the fire. Harry regained his posture and stood up. The flames danced and frolicked mischievously around him. It was then he realized his power. The power in his hands and body.
He was fire itself. He controlled the fire, played with fire and fire will answer his every call.
But before he could come over his awe of his newfound power, the same force that brought him here took him away, this time its towards waves of water.
~*~*~
If the fire was wild, water was the complete opposite; it was calm but fierce in his own way.
Harry was knocked down by waves and waves of water; each gigantic enough to be tsunamis. The icy cold water felt like needles cutting through his skin. The mounds of water roared and pounded at his ears.
Soon, he felt the same sensation as before as the water reluctantly accepted his presence. Suddenly, feeling happy and relaxed, he danced with the water as one, feeling the smooth liquid sliding over his skin. But all too soon, he was whisked away for another experience.
~*~*~
This continued with air, earth, lightning, thunder, ice, snow, stone.even odd ones like light, shadow, death and life itself.
One by one the elements tested him and chose him as their master and one of their clan.
~*~*~
As quickly as the tests began, it was over and he was back in the sea of lava as hot as ever. But there was one difference, instead of burning him to crisps, it now invited him to play and so he did.
He sailed the roaring lava and jumped on falling pyroclastic material. Soon it was over and the volcano cooled down.
Suddenly, Harry remembered the Dursleys and the rest of the people. But as he looked over, there was nothing for miles except for cooling coils of lava that was still smoking. He stared and thought that he needed to get out of here.
His first destination was Dumbledore's office but suddenly thought that he didn't want him to know. And what would people and his friends think if they knew what truly happened? They would always fear him and he didn't want that.
As he thought it over, he found that if he just let them assumed he's dead, then there would be no Voldemort after him! Yes!
Now, where to go. He suddenly remembered a place in the Atlantic ocean called the Bermuda Island.
The book he was reading said that the people that went there was never to be seen again. It would be a wonderful place to go.
He concentrated and focused on air. He said Bermuda Island in his head and ask the air element to bring him there.
With a whoosh, he was there.
Vortices of flame twisted, hellish dancers with the grace of a streamer in the wind and the appetite of a demon-
The flames bruised and burned his skin, ten thousand times worst than the cruciatus curse. Then, it seemed to calm and started to heal him. It welcomed him into its society and cherished him like a brother.
His mind became one with the fire. Wild and untamable. He was the fire. Harry regained his posture and stood up. The flames danced and frolicked mischievously around him. It was then he realized his power. The power in his hands and body.
He was fire itself. He controlled the fire, played with fire and fire will answer his every call.
But before he could come over his awe of his newfound power, the same force that brought him here took him away, this time its towards waves of water.
~*~*~
If the fire was wild, water was the complete opposite; it was calm but fierce in his own way.
Harry was knocked down by waves and waves of water; each gigantic enough to be tsunamis. The icy cold water felt like needles cutting through his skin. The mounds of water roared and pounded at his ears.
Soon, he felt the same sensation as before as the water reluctantly accepted his presence. Suddenly, feeling happy and relaxed, he danced with the water as one, feeling the smooth liquid sliding over his skin. But all too soon, he was whisked away for another experience.
~*~*~
This continued with air, earth, lightning, thunder, ice, snow, stone.even odd ones like light, shadow, death and life itself.
One by one the elements tested him and chose him as their master and one of their clan.
~*~*~
As quickly as the tests began, it was over and he was back in the sea of lava as hot as ever. But there was one difference, instead of burning him to crisps, it now invited him to play and so he did.
He sailed the roaring lava and jumped on falling pyroclastic material. Soon it was over and the volcano cooled down.
Suddenly, Harry remembered the Dursleys and the rest of the people. But as he looked over, there was nothing for miles except for cooling coils of lava that was still smoking. He stared and thought that he needed to get out of here.
His first destination was Dumbledore's office but suddenly thought that he didn't want him to know. And what would people and his friends think if they knew what truly happened? They would always fear him and he didn't want that.
As he thought it over, he found that if he just let them assumed he's dead, then there would be no Voldemort after him! Yes!
Now, where to go. He suddenly remembered a place in the Atlantic ocean called the Bermuda Island.
The book he was reading said that the people that went there was never to be seen again. It would be a wonderful place to go.
He concentrated and focused on air. He said Bermuda Island in his head and ask the air element to bring him there.
With a whoosh, he was there.