Draco placed a shrinking spell on his bags and tucked them into his
pocket. Blaise, who was still getting ready in the bathroom, had his
things sitting on his bed. Draco rolled his eyes at his friends slow
habits and went to place the same spell on his friends bags when he
saw, sitting on Blaises' things, another poem written in the lovely
scrawl he remembered from the first beautiful poem he had found. Draco
picked up the parchment and began to read:

"Anger,
like a flame in the night
lit and inspired
by stupid comments and fights
Tears,
dropping like rain
fast and they drown you
again and again
I can see into your soul,
do not lie
do not hide
I see the blackness of your heart
but this you can't confide
I see beauty and not evil
I see confusion and not hate
but whether you can be trusted
is something we must debate"

Draco shook his head and placed the poem in his pocket. "So Blaise
knows the writer of these little poems, I shall soon find out who this
mystery author is." Draco muttered to himself. Draco shrunk Blaises'
bags and placed them in the pants pocket opposite of his own things.
Draco sauntered down the stairs leading to the Slytherin common room to
wait for Blaise to finish preening in front of the bathroom mirror.
This was the last time he would see Slytherin House for years, he might
as well take a quick look around so he would remember everything. When
he saw Pansy sitting in a corner applying make-up, Draco quickly turned
around. He didn't need his last memories of the House to be of her. The
last thing he wanted to happen right now was Pansy attempting to talk
with him. The last thing he needed was a headache right before he was
leaving. Draco was almost out of sight around a curve in the stairs
when Pansy caught sight of him.
He grimaced when he heard the familiar unsexy purr that dripped out of
Pansy's mouth. "Draco love, come down here and play with me." She
smiled and walked toward him, coyly swaying her nonexistent hips in the
process. Draco rolled his eyes at her lurid figure and quickly tried to
think of a way to get away from her. "Pansy I have never, and will
never, want you. You are a loathsome whore with no talent except
filling your jaw with the many dicks you savor." He smirked at Pansy's
gasp of pain and quickly walked back up the stairs into his room.
Blaise was finally out of the bathroom and was frantically searching
the room for something. "Draco did you grab my bags?"
"Yes," Draco sighed, his anger at Pansy slowly draining. "Now can we
please go? I am almost anxious to get out of here." Blaise nodded and
led the way down the stairs with Draco following him slowly. Luckily
for Draco, the common room was empty and Pansy was no longer around.
Draco sighed happily when he saw that Pansy had left. She's probably
weeping in her room somewhere, wondering why I don't like her. Draco
thought with a sigh. The boys quickly started on the long walk from
the Slytherin dungeons to the entrance hall where Dumbledore was
waiting for them.
Dumbledore stood by the front doors with a shrouded figure in a black
cloak. He nodded to them, and silently handed the boys two black
cloaks. Draco and Blaise grabbed the cloaks and put them on without
speaking. The cloaks were there to protect them from being recognized
by anyone. The mission they were on was a secret from the rest of the
school. Dumbledore opened the door to the castle, gave the
three-cloaked figures a reassuring nod and pushed the students out the
castle door.
There was a carriage waiting for them with three Order members
surrounding it. Ginny could make out her father's figure standing at
the front of the carriage. Ginny sighed sadly; of all her family she
would miss her father the most.
They walked in a single file line, just as Dumbledore had told them to
do. His directions had been very clear and the students were following
them quite well. They were about halfway to the carriage when it
started to rain. It was almost as if the sky was saying farewell to the
three children and yet- a storm coming this suddenly? Ginny sighed and
placed her hand on Blaises' arm. Slowly the wind began to still.
Blaises' tormented emotions were causing the bad weather. Draco wasn't
helping the weather either. The rain was now a soft drizzle, light and
bearable. Blaise smirked at his blond friend.
Draco can't give up without a fight can he? Blaise thought with a small
smile. He placed his arm on Draco's shoulder and reluctantly the rain
stopped.
Ginny exhaled deeply, relieved that the weather had stopped. She had to
keep a cool head for everyone's safety. If she didn't, the boys might
lose control of their powers and hurt someone, or worse, give away
their mission.
They climbed into the carriage. Ginny removed her hood along with the
other boys. Her father was standing in the door looking sad.
She stood up and drew him into a hug, "I will miss you Pa. Send my love
to Mamma." She kissed him on the forehead as her father nodded to her.
He was too upset to be able to speak. Arthur stepped back from the
carriage and closed and locked the door.
There was a sudden jolt and the sound of wheels on cobblestone that let
them know they had started their journey. Draco stared at Ginny a while
taking in her features watching her stare out the widow. She glanced at
Draco watching her and she frowned.
"Can I help you with something?" She asked, curious to know why Draco
was staring at her.
Draco nodded, "Actually I would like to ask you a question." He took a
deep breath to prepare and asked, "What is your power Weasley?"
Ginny looked at him for a second before taking her hand out of her
pocket and holding it out to him, palm up. Her hand was empty and Draco
glanced up at her face doubtfully. There was a small sheen of sweat on
her upper lip and he realized that Ginny was trying to show him

something difficult. Suddenly, a ball of red and golden flames licked
at the open air above her hand. Draco's eyes widened. She must have
worked hard on her powers to be able to have that much control over the
flame. Draco shook his head, he should have guessed that her power
would be over flame; she was a little fireball.
"I am a Wielder de Feu, and Blaise here is a Wielder d'Air." Ginny said
proudly. Draco watched Blaise smile at her. Draco looked scandalized
for a moment. Ginny caught this and smiled wider, "Malfoy, I think you
should know, that Blaise and I have been friends for about two years."
Draco smirked. "I should have guessed that you had someone on the
side." He elbowed Blaise and lifted an eyebrow suggestively.
Blaise laughed but Ginny looked surprised. "Malfoy, cracking a joke! I
thought it was Slytherin proto-call to be humorless and unhappy."
Draco smirked, "Contrary to belief, Slytherins aren't evil people. You
Gryffindors just never give us a chance."
Ginny looked at him for a moment, trying to see if there was more to
the smirking boy than the sarcastic front he showed during school. What
Ginny saw was better than she expected. Draco Malfoy, king of the
Slytherins was sitting in a carriage with a Weasley. He couldn't be
completely bad.
Ginny smiled at him and nodded. She would give him another opportunity
to be nice to her. "I guess I will have to give you a chance won't I?"
"Don't get all buddy buddy, with me Weasley. I'm simply stating that I
am not evil." Draco sniffed, trying to keep up his bad boy image.
"Well then we'll just have to start over. If I have to spend two years
with you I might as well be able to tolerate you." Ginny looked at him
sharply. "Hello my name is Ginevra Weasley." She calmly held her hand
out to Draco.
Draco stared at her hand. If he took her hand then he would have to
make peace with her. That meant no taunting or ridiculing the fiery red
head about her clothing or her family. He would lose his main form of
entertainment if he agreed to start over.
Blaise silently prayed Draco would take her hand. Then they could all
be friends and he wouldn't have to worry about one of his friends
trying to kill each other while they were away training.
Finally, Draco came to a decision. The good far outweighed the bad. He
smirked and took her hand, "Hello Ginevra, My name is Draco Malfoy."
Ginny smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you." Draco rolled his eyes and
sat back in his seat silent for the rest of the ride watching Ginny and
Blaise speak in hushed tones to each other.

Four hours into the gruesome journey, Ginny had fallen asleep leaning
against Blaises also sleeping body. Draco was the only one awake,
watching the two sleep for the last hour. He couldn't fathom why Ginny
would want to extend a hand of friendship to someone she had hated for
the last six years. She had a fiery attitude and was quick to stand up
for herself. He liked her a lot more when she was in a bad mood than
when she was all happy and cheery. Her cheeks would get flushed hair
fanned out around her like a cloak in the wind. Draco smirked; she was
such a card. He shook his head and looked out the window to see black
night. Draco sighed with boredom and went back to staring at the two
until the carriage ceased to move.
Draco looked up startled, the door burst open and there standing was
another cloaked man. The Cloaked figure spoke with a very deep voice,
"Wake them and follow me."
Draco didn't like being ordered around but did what the man asked
anyway. Draco touched Blaises shoulder and Blaise woke instantly.
Blaise moving caused Ginny to wake up. She put up her hood
instinctively and got out first. Slowly Blaise joined her and Draco
exited last. They stood in front a very dark and shrouded castle. Draco
thought it looked familiar, but he dismissed the idea and kept his eyes
to the ground. The Cloaked man opened the great gate, letting the three
students enter.
The entire hall was quite grand. The walls were lined with great
tapestries, and the floor was made of black onyx. It was very
beautiful, with great gothic windows covered in black silk. The three
took off their hoods to gaze about at the many fine details the castle
had to offer. Words of many languages were etched in to the walls and
floors, the entire room was warm and yet it was slightly overwhelming.
Ginny could not take the awkward silence and decided to speak first,
"Sir, who are you?"
Draco cringed inwardly. Must she be so blatant? Would it be so bad to
be just a bit subtle? The cloaked man turned toward her and took off
his hood. "I am Maître des Éléments," He spoke in a deep French accent,
"The Master of Elements, but you may call me Marcus." Ginny gazed at
the man openly. He was tan bald man of about thirty-five. He had a tusk
through his left ear, and many silver hoops through his right. His eyes
light blue and his easy smile was festive, yet weariness shown through
the many wrinkles lining his face. A deep and jagged scar cut down his
right cheek. The wound was the only thing that harmed the man's
beauty. The scar or his otherwise nearly perfect face didn't matter to
Ginny. This was the Master of Elements, the man meant to train her.
She walked toward him first and bowed. Blaise quickly followed the suit
and Draco reluctantly did the same, disliking this more and more.
"I am the Wielder of Fire, this is the Wielder of Air, and that is the
Wielder of Water." She explained softly. He smiled, "I know child, you
three give off the energy of very powerful Elementals." He touched her
head. With that a small flame tattoo blazed across the top of her
forehead. "This mark shall make you known to your teachers and help to
remind you that you are that element. You are that precious source of
natural energy. It will finally sink into your skin, but for now it
will be seen by all."
Marcus than turned towards Blaise and touched the boy's forehead with
the same power as before. The symbol of air appeared on Blaise's head.
As Marcus went to touch Draco, Draco shifted out of his reach.
"No, I do not want some ugly tattoo on my forehead." Draco spoke
haughtily.
Ginny looked at him and rolled her eyes. He was such a prick. Why did
he have to make everything so difficult? She watched Marcus, waiting
for his reaction to Draco's rejection.
Marcus smiled and shook his head, "Little Dragon, this is not an ugly
tattoo, it is a simple marking that will make it easier for others to
see that you are of great and awesome power." He finished with a great
smile on his lips.
Draco sneered, "Fine, I'll take the damn tattoo...but don't you ever
call me Little Dragon." Marcus touched Draco's head and a little water
symbol appeared on his pale face. "With that done," Marcus continued,
"I will show you your rooms. There are forty-seven rooms in this
castle. Some are off limits and some are open to you three. Please ask
a professor before entering a room to see if you are allowed."
Marcus led them up the grand staircase and headed toward the west wing,
where they were shown three different rooms where they would be
staying. "The two other students," Marcus stated, "Will be here
tomorrow. You will meet them and you five will begin training in two
days. Now please get some rest." Marcus walked swiftly from them and
disappeared from sight. Ginny headed toward her room pausing only a
moment to bid Draco and Blaise goodnight.
Draco nodded his head to her in recognition and turned to Blaise.
"I'm hitting the sack, Draco. I'll see you in the morning." Blaise said
before Draco could complain to him about the odd Elements master. He
shut his door behind him and gazed at the well furnished and luxurious
room. Blaise sighed happily and undressed quickly. He jumped under silk
covers and fell asleep instantly.