Dumbledore stepped out of the fireplace in Grimmauld Place into the living room. He picked his way slowly around all the debris littering the floor. Broken glass, torn pieces of paper, traces of spilt potions on the carpet. Dumbledore's long white beard twitched. Molly Weasley had left the house in perfect condition after Sirius Black had met his end. The mess he was seeing now was product of Harry's mourning, coming out of the frustrated teenager in rage. Dumbledore had seen Harry do this before, in his office last term.

Harry had been here, the old wizard could tell. He had come in and it looked like he had thrown a box full of bric-a-brac across the room. There were faint marks in the door where he may have kicked it. Dumbledore sighed as he walked quickly to the kitchen. Now was definitely not the time for Harry to become an angry teen. Again. Dumbledore thought back to last year, when Sirius had first been taken. Harry had undergone a total nervous breakdown; he had vented his frustration with violence. The Headmaster's office had been a complete mess after Harry had been through with his fit of rage. Professor Dumbledore only hoped that the boy had not had another breakdown. Aurora…

Dumbledore stopped as a feeling of cold permeated him, like Peeves had dropped a freezing cold water balloon on him. A Hogwarts student hadn't died since Cedric Diggory. And before then, it was when Voldemort was at the height of his powers. Fortunately, this time, the death wouldn't be final. There was a way to bring Aurora back, and Dumbledore was going to use it.

In the end, Dumbledore mused, it all came down to power. Power, that is, and Harry Potter. The two seemed to go hand-in-hand. To bring Aurora Artemisia Malfoy back to life, however, the Order of the Phoenix needed to summon a new type of power altogether.

Everything in the world revolves around four fundamental forces of life. Together, they form both the natural world – and the supernatural. The magical, the hidden and forgotten aspects of the world. These four form a quartet. They are known as Elementals.

Sometimes, the rudimentary building blocks of life were created in purer forms. Magic that stemmed from them became focused around that particular force. Aurora, being a witch, already had a balance of the four in her system. The fact that her father was a water nymph toppled the equilibrium. Nymphs and Sprites are not Elementals; they are but underlings, manifestations of the force. This made Aurora a special girl indeed. She wasn't just a princess, she wasn't just an ex-crazy dead witch.

She was a Water Elemental. 

Rose's voice broke through his reverie. Grandpa? She called. Any luck?

Dumbledore voiced the negative, and a puff of smoke signaled Lindsey and Faith's  arrival at the house. He turned to see the mother and son. They appeared in the doorway of the kitchen, looking very apprehensive. Faith looked quite uncomfortable.

"I've never been in here, really," She said in a hollow voice. "Mrs Black didn't like me. My father was a Muggle."

There was a shrill noise suddenly from a few floors below them. Lindsey jerked his head around in alarm, wanting to know what the sound was coming from. He listened carefully to the screaming voice.

"…What? Mudbloods in MY HOUSE? Get out! Wilshire, you dirty little leech, get out of my house! OUT! Your stupid muggle father should have drowned you at birth! Sirius is no son of mine to have seen anything in you! Get your filth OUT!"

Faith looked angry. Her lips were pursed into a small, thin line. How dare she insult Sirius? Faith took a deep breath. "Bloody portrait," she grumbled. Swallowing, she turned to Dumbledore and her son with a sarcastic smile.

"Lindsey, darling, I think you've just met your grandmother. Isn't she lovely?" Turning to Dumbledore, her eyes narrowed. "I'm going downstairs. I'll shut the crazy old bag up once and for all."

 Dumbledore's beard twitched again. "Hmm. Well, we need to find Harry, and quickly. Let's split up." Dumbledore went upstairs to the upper rooms, while Faith entered the basement and Lindsey searched the ground floor, while hearing the battle between his mother and grandmother drifting up from the basement.

"…aaargh! Don't touch me, you filthy vermin!"

"Vermin? You're a disgrace to witches everywhere!"

"Me? Get out! You liar, you poisoned Sirius' mind! My Bellatrix did one thing right when-"     

The sentence trailed off. Lindsey shuddered. Bellatrix Lestrange was a Death Eater, and she was the one who…Lindsey stopped this train of thought abruptly. Harry, he told himself. I have to find Harry…

Lindsey felt a bit weird, searching through his father's old house. He looked into the kitchen. A wave of nostalgia passed over him. Did little Siri eat his eggs and bacon here in the mornings, when he was a little boy? And he would have played in the garden, and pulled tricks on people in the lounge. The house was empty now, empty of life. There was still furniture, there were still a lot of people who stayed there from time to time from the Order; but still, Lindsey felt sure that the house wasn't as it used to be. It wasn't a home anymore; it was just a house.

The dark-haired teen walked down a long corridor, checking in all the rooms. He was just about to make his way down to the basement when he heard a faint creaking noise, coming from…where?

Lindsey blinked, and looked around. He had checked all the rooms. Harry wasn't in any of them. He shrugged to clear his head and took another step, but he heard the sound again. It was coming from under the rug! Lindsey knelt down on his hands and knees and inspected the rich, dark red, Persian rug. Ancient Persian, by the looks of it, and very expensive too – Lindsey had been told that his father's family was rich. He peeled back a corner, and saw that there were dark, dusty floorboards underneath.

Curiously, in several places along the floorboards, there were footsteps marked in the dust. Lindsey smiled in satisfaction. Clever, clever Harry. He pushed the rug back fully to reveal a trapdoor, which had been recently opened. Gripping the silver handle firmly, Lindsey pulled it up. He peered down into the gloom and revealed a long ladder. He climbed down.

Eyes slowly adjusting to the gloom, Lindsey made out a faint shape. He blinked and, taking a step forward, realized that it was Harry. The boy was sitting quietly in a chair, rocking backwards and forwards. He was holding something in his hands, rubbing it and…yes, it was official. Harry was talking to it as well.

Harry looked up sharply when he heard Lindsey's footsteps approaching. "Hey," he said dully.

Lindsey gave a faint smile. "Hey. When you don't want to be found, you do a good job of hiding, you know that?" he said in a low voice.

Harry's eyes flickered. "Yeah. Sorry about this, but…I – I just want to be alone, right now."

Lindsey took a step forward, taking Harry's shoulder. "I get that, really I do. But right now, mate, we've got to go."

Harry's face took on a pained expression. "Go?" he echoed dully. "That's all anyone in my life does! All they ever have done…" He faded out miserably, looking away.

Lindsey's brow furrowed. "What do you mean by that?"

"Everyone who knows me, some time or later…it's just bad. They die, or disappear, or have to go away. It all started with my parents, when they died. Then I lost Rose – I didn't even know I had a sister! At the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric died. All because he was with me. Sirius - " here he stopped, looking at Lindsey piercingly. He looked away suddenly, down at the thing he was holding. Lindsey identified it as a small mirror. "Sirius was the closest person I had to a father. And he's gone, too."

Harry shut his eyes. "And now – Aurora – I…it's just not fair," he ended lamely.

Up until now, Lindsey had been quiet. Now, he shook his head violently. "Stop it, okay, Harry? Just stop it."

Harry looked up sharply. "Look, Harry, it's not you! Despite what you think, you're not the bloody Grim. People don't die just cuz you happen to know them. And, hey, you're not the only person who loses people in their life, so just get over yourself. Sirius was my father, too." Here, he slowed. Harry looked at him sadly.

Lindsey swallowed and continued. "But now…this is different. I know for a fact that you really, honestly loved – love­ – Aurora. And I can't believe that you're throwing away the only chance to get her back because you're so depressed that you can't move your miserab- "

"WHAT?" Harry broke in, standing abruptly, looking shocked. "What did you say?"

Lindsey paused and thought back. "That you can't move your miserable ass off th-"

"No, no – the part about getting her back?"

Lindsey brightened. "Oh, yeah! That. What, didn't you-" He stopped. "Oh, no, that's right," he said with a trace of sarcasm. "You bailed before everyone told you. There's a way to bring Aurora back, and although this contradicts the whole 'you're not the only one' speech, it all comes down to you."

Harry stood. He grabbed Lindsey and together they started back up the ladder. "You mean, I can bring Aurora back to life?" Harry said, his voice choked with relief.

"Absolutely," Lindsey said. "I don't know how, but Dumbledore said it's possible."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

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Rose was sitting on her bed, cross-legged. She was chewing on her bottom lip so that by now, it was ragged. She was trying her best not to cry, and not doing a very good job. Harry was avoiding her. Why didn't he want to talk to her? He hadn't just gone away, he had purposefully blocked her from his mind. She tried to take a breath, but choked half way, and started crying freely.

Aurora was her friend. Professor Dumbledore had put the two girls together a lot recently. Rory was still pretty new to Hogwarts, and because of the rifts in her irregular psyche, the Headmaster had decided that they should work together. Sure, Rose was pretty friendly with Hermione and Ginny as well, but Rory was her best friend. Her first best friend, actually. And now, she was gone. Rose closed her eyes, praying that Harry got back soon.

She let out a cry of frustration. She didn't have any idea where Drake had gone. He had just disappeared. She stopped crying suddenly, her heart frozen. O God, Draco!

Rory was his cousin. They had grown up together. Hey, Rose thought suddenly. How had they grown up together? She thought that Aurora had always been in hiding from Lucius Malfoy, so how had they played together and got so close without Lucius finding out? She sniffed and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

There was really nothing for her to do until Harry got back, and even then she wasn't too sure if she'd be needed. Maybe she should make herself useful. Find Drake, there's something to do. She got up and slipped into the Meeting Room. There were lots of people there, all talking animatedly. Some looked angry, some looked surprised. Some subdued, some confused. Some optimistic, but many just impatient for Harry to return. She sighed and reached out with her mind. As usual, she couldn't feel for Draco. If anything, he was even more obscure than usual. She groaned, rubbing her eyes again. Hermione came over, looking shaken.

"Are you okay, Rose?" she asked. The strawberry blonde attempted a smile.

"I'll live. You?" she said dully. At the brunette's nod, she continued. "I'm trying to find Draco right now, but I don't know where he'd be. I can't go through the whole school checking, I'd be seen. I'm sort of conspicuous," she said, gesturing at herself.

Hermione looked thoughtful. "I guess we can use the Map," she mused. Rose raised an eyebrow, and Hermione hastened to explain. "When your dad was in school with his three friends, including Professor Lupin and Sirius Black, they made a map of the school. It shows where everyone is. Harry has it now in his dorm. You could just activate it and the map would tell you where Draco is."

Rose looked a bit cheered up. "Really? Great! I can't get it, though."

Hermione nodded encouragingly. "Sure you can, just accio it to you. The rest of the students are fast asleep, surprisingly. I talked to Professor Snape -" here she pulled a face, " - and he said that it looks like a sleeping charm has been put on all the students. It could take a while to get rid of it."

Rose tilted her head to the side. "So I could go and get Drake when I find out where he is anyway, since the students wouldn't see me."

"Well, yeah. Just summon the map."

There was an awkward pause. "Um, Hermione," Rose started, embarrassed. "I actually don't have a wand."

There was another pause. "Excuse me?" Hermione said. "You don't have a wand?"

Rose blushed. "Um, yeah. I was never actually trained with a wand, cuz whenever I tried to pick one up, they started to do really weird stuff, like turn to jelly all of a sudden, or set things on fire…Once, in Ollivanders, I turned Professor McGonnogal's hair green." She whispered, a smile pricking at the corners of her mouth. "Wands just don't like me. All my magic is done with my mind and my crystal."

Hermione was shocked. "Oh! Um…okay…let me summon it…" She took out her own wand, summoned the map. It came flying into her hand about 30 seconds later, along with Ron.

"Hey!" he protested. "I told you I was going to get the map. There was no need to summon it. I looked anyway, and Harry wasn't anywhere on the map. He must have left school grounds."

Hermione blinked. "Oh, yeah. Sorry. I forgot." With that, she touched the tip of her wand to the parchment. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," she said.

Rose watched in awe as small, spidery black veins started to spread from where the wand had touched the parchment, forming lines and words. Soon, they made a complete map of the castle. After scanning for some time, Hermione noticed the small dot labeled "Draco Malfoy" in the Room of Requirement. Ron gaped.

"How'd he know? We have DA meetings there, and he's never been in before. Has he?" the question was unanswered.

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Rose approached the Room of Requirement softly, not knowing what to expect. Drake had just disappeared, and this is where he had been hiding out. Well, she was here now. She entered and closed the door behind her.

"Draco?" she said gently. "Are you here?" the room was bright, and expansive. Rose reminded herself that this room changed as the user saw fit. At the moment, it was…it wasn't a room.

Rose shielded her eyes from the light. Her bare feet were starting to burn, like she was standing on something very, very hot. She began to sweat because of the heat. She waited a while until her eyes were more used to the glare, and looked around.

What the…?

Rose looked down, hopping from foot to foot, and realized that she had been standing on hot sand. It shone in the sun, and reflected the glaring light. She let out a cry and started hopping faster, looking for some shade. She looked to her left and saw a big, bright blue river. It wasn't the murky brown of the Thames in London; this river was unpolluted and fresh, like fast-moving lapis lazuli. She raced down, slipping in the sand, and stood knee-deep in the water, relief flooding through her. She swallowed a sip and looked around once more.

She could see sand, and lots of it. On the other side of the river bank, there was a sprinkling of grass. Rose took a deep breath, savouring the now pleasant warmth. Wherever she was, it was very different from the Scottish castle she had lived her life in. The Room of Requirement was not supposed to create portals, her mind said sharply. It was merely supposed to mold itself into a suitable room. Instead, it had taken Draco far, far away when he had come to it. Rose sighed. She had known from the moment she had met the arrogant wizard that Draco Malfoy was exceptional – whether that was a good thing or no, she wasn't sure.

Suddenly, Rose froze. For the first time ever, she could actually feel where Draco had gone. Wow. He was starting to open up. Who'd have thought? She explored her mind and felt that Draco was down the river, quite a way down. She looked around to where she had appeared and saw a door – that must be the portal door back to Hogwarts. Although, the door wasn't just standing on its own – it was part of a monument.

A very large, stone monument. It was a pyramid.

Rose's breath caught in her throat. The portal had taken them to Egypt! The river she was standing in must be the River Nile. She shook her head in wonder. Of all the places in the world, he had chosen to go to Egypt. Rose was still in shock when she heard some voices from behind her. They were talking in a tongue that she didn't recognize. She turned and saw that there was a huge, ancient fishing boat, filled with seriously tanned men wearing white linen garments. Curiously, they didn't seem to hear her at all, or take any notice. It was like she wasn't there; a phantom. Almost like in a Pensieve.

Rose released a breath she didn't know she was holding. He didn't just go to Egypt, he went to a…memory…of Ancient Egypt. She wading out of the Nile, she skipped quickly into the shade of the Great Pyramid. Sightseeing is great, she thought, but I really need to find Draco now.

She looked into the distance and saw the imposing outline of the Sphinx. She squealed excitedly. Maybe just a little sightseeing wouldn't hurt. Rose really wanted to see the Sphinx close up. It was her Animagiamo form, after all. It looked like a very long way away, but after taking five steps, she was already right in front of it. She was alarmed. Something was really off about this memory, or simulation, or whatever it was. She had just moved a very long distance in five seconds. She forgot her trepidation when she saw the Sphinx. Looking up, she saw that it was not as weathered as it was in real time. The nose was still intact, as was the crowning feature. The limestone was smooth and perfect and shone with colour. She smiled and reached out her hand to touch it.

In an instant, she felt warmth spread throughout her whole body. She felt different, somehow. She tried to voice her confusion, but she was cut off by a deep, female voice.

"Nefertiri, my child. You have come to visit me."

Rose squeaked in surprise. "You…you…" she stammered, looking up at the enormous Sphinx that had suddenly come to life. "You t-t-talk!"

The Sphinx smiled. "So do you."

Rose just stared. Then, realizing she was being rude, she spoke. "I, uh, I'm l-looking for a f-friend."

"The air is dry and clean. The King of Swords has come to clear his mind. The winds blow away uncertainty."

Rose blinked. Talking to the Sphinx here was making her confused, not blowing away uncertainty. "So…um…he's down the river, right?"

The great lioness with the face of a woman smiled again, nodding. "He is at the Stone of the Flower," she said cryptically. "Fly. Feel the wind upon your wings. Come again, Nefertiri, my child."

Rose blinked again, and the Sphinx had turned back to stone. She felt a change in herself, and realized that she had turned into her Animagiamo form – the smaller sphinx. She took a deep breath and rose into the air, her large wings beating against her body. She felt indescribably free, limitless.

As she flew down the river, she wondered to herself what the Sphinx had meant. He was at the Stone of the Flower.

Nefertiri thought. Flowers, flowers. Lotus was a flower. Lilies were flowers. Lily, she thought. My mother. Petunia is a flower, she thought again. My aunt. Rose is a flower, she thought. That's…me…

She stopped in midair, her wings beating against her sides. If she had human hands, she would have slapped her forehead for stupidity. A stone – of course! The Rosetta Stone! Honestly. If Hermione were here, she would have been appalled at her slowness.

After a short trip through the air, she landed at the settlement of Rosetta. Sure enough, the great Sphinx had been right. Draco was there.

A/N

Yeah……um…….hides behind firewall from angry mob I'm sorry!!!! Okay, okay, I'll try to update more frequently….I promise. Please, please review!

I have actually written plotlines for the next few chapters, but once I started writing this chappie I discovered that it was as lame as a legless donkey, and so I changed where it was going. That's what happened.

Have I mentioned that I love Egypt? Ahh….

Anyhoo, sorry about the illegally rude delays. I feel like a proper wormtail for being so mean hahahaha -  no, that didn't sound funny to me either. Curses.

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