Wow! I finished the chapter! It's… it's… it's… late. Yes, I know, and I'm terribly, terribly sorry I took so long. I've had a hectic time with school and my writer's block is killing me. I didn't make a very detailed plan for this, so much of what happens in various chapters is left to inspiration. And I've been rather uninspired unfortunately. I may skip a few things though, and just jump to weddings and items I have a reasonable idea for doing? What do you think? (Answer in a review if you're not too mad at me!)

Also, I'm considering making the first part and the second part into separate stories. Thus 'Curses, Prophecies and the Elemental Guardians' would become 'The Elemental Guardians, a.k.a. Voldemort's Mistakes', and be mentioned as Part 1 in the summary. What do you think? Again, review with an answer.

All I have to say is Merry Christmas! This is a Christmas present to you all! I should be updating T, T and T-T before Christmas as well.

Merry Christmas and enjoy your present!

(P.S. This is now a re-post with Bill's year at school and the twins' birth corrected – skip down to the bit with Molly Weasley to understand!)

Chapter 34: Elemental intervention

31st October 1985:

Carla Jones screamed as a group of Death Eaters came towards her. They were terrifying; she could hear sniggers and growls from beneath the masks, feel their eyes raking over her body. She pulled out a wand, wishing she was somewhere more public.

"Stupefy!" She yelled, pointing at the nearest Death Eater.

"Protego." He said, calmly, deflecting the Stunner. "You won't escape so easily, sweetheart." He sneered.

"Stupefy! Rictumsempra! Stupefy! Stupefy! Tarantallegra!" She cursed desperately. One fell to a Stunner, the other to the Tickling Hex.

"Little bitch." The 'leader' snarled. "Nudarus!"

She screamed as her clothes were stripped from her body.

"Incarcerus!" He spelled again, tying her hands together, and then he hung her hands over her head on a bracket jutting from the wall. "Like this, little bitch?" He asked.

"No, please, no, no." She whimpered. She closed her eyes, trying to get away from here. Then she felt a cold hand touch her naked breast…

"NOO!" She screamed.

The same hand brutally slapped her across the face.

"Do that again, and you will beg for that, slut. We just want a little fun." One of them told her, his voice gloating. "And if you don't shut up, we can curse you until you beg for it like a whore."

One of the others laughed. "Actually, that's not a bad idea…"

"STOP!" A loud voice yelled.

Carla's eyes opened. A man in black leather with deep brown eyes faced them. He looked furious. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't process it…

"Touch her, and you will pay with the wrath of the Earth." The man promised.

'Earth, why Earth? What's Earth got to do with…' Her eyes widened. 'The saviour! This is Earth Diamond!'

"And how will you do that?"

He sneered and raised his arms.

"Mother Earth, hear thy son's call,

Trap this evil within thy walls!"

The Death Eaters suddenly found themselves trapped within thick stone walls, and ceiling. A small barred window was on the ceiling, a charm made it impossible for those within to escape.

"Vestire." He waved a hand, and she was clothed again. "Get out of here, my lady. More will come upon you. Warn others of the attack." He told her.

"But… Who are you? Why did you save me?"

"It's what Guardians do. We guard." Earth had a mysterious smile. He stamped on the floor, and disappeared within a crack of the earth.

Carla stared, then remembered herself. Swiftly, she left, heading to the Three Broomsticks to warn others.

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"Thy garments do not suit thee." A voice informed a group of Death Eaters, busy torturing a student in a back alley. It was a Hogsmeade weekend for those from the school, and children would get hurt.

"What?" One snarled.

"If doest evil, thou shouldst at least look the part." The woman revealed herself, smiling coyly.

They stared at her. A redhead in tight-fitting, dark green leather. Very attractive. But there was a dagger at her waist and danger in her stance. She was a warrior.

"What are you on?"

Her language instantly changed. "Do you really think going about in black robes and white masks looks good? Maybe it's a bit evil-looking, but really, if you want people to think you mean business, warrior look is far better. Of course, it does depend on the time you're from…"

"Time?"

"Let's try the Ancient Greeks' way of dressing evil, hmm?"

The wind sprung up and ripped off the masks and robes, leaving them in underwear or the clothes they wore under. She pulled out a wand, and cast a complicated transfiguration spell.

"Much better." She smiled, surveying her work.

All four were dressed in short leather, metal-studded skirts and matching tunics, all black. Snake tattoos covered their arms and leather bands went around wrists. Their hair was shoulder-length, plaits decorating them. Leather sandals were on their feet.

In short, they were freezing in the late October weather.

It was then they realised they had lost their wands.

She held them in her hands. The boy had run. She lifted a hand and waved.

"Ciao. You look good." She turned to leave, then seemed to remember something. "Oh yes…"

The wind about them became freezing and they froze in the spot.

"Let that be a lesson to you." She snarled.

"What?"

"Don't torture little kids."

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Death Eaters had not yet made it to the main streets of Hogwarts. Fire and Water watched carefully, hidden by their powers, from the top of the inn known as the Three Broomsticks.

"They have not yet come. Why do they stall?" Water wondered.

"I do not know. There is something strange here. I feel darkness, a cold, midnight evil approaches." Fire frowned. "Yet I cannot identify the cause."

"What is the point in stalling us? This is merely postponing the inevitable!" Water snarled.

As if the Death Eaters heard him, a green light flashed and a skull with a serpent tongue appeared in the sky.

"The Dark Mark." Fire whispered. "Lightning shall destroy you." She predicted.

Water paid no heed as he watched the Death Eaters Apparate in.

"Plan."

"We stall them."

"I know. How do we do so?"

"A barrier of sorts?"

"I don't know."

"How do we do this?"

"Fight!"

They instantly disappeared into their elements – Fire a cyclone of fire, and Water a heavy mist – fell from the roof and reappeared on the ground in front of the popular pub, full of students enjoying a hot Butterbeer before returning to the castle.

Fire looked at the Death Eaters. "You shall not enter."

"And a little chit like you can stop us?" One of the Death Eaters snarled.

"No. But I can try."

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Molly Weasley sighed, hand on her belly. She was wondering about her future, and her children. Her twin sons had been born just the previous April. She sighed again. The Weasleys had not delivered a daughter in generations. And she so wanted a little girl.

Her eyes clouded over for a second.

"Ginny!" Molly exclaimed, surprise written over her face. "Harry! What are you…"

"Mum, this isn't what it looks like…" Her sixteen-year-old redheaded daughter tried to say.

"Oh, and just what is it?" Molly asked tritely, arms akimbo. "A surprise birthday present?"

A slow smile broke over Harry's face. "Funny you should say that…"

Molly blinked for a moment. Had she really just imagined a scene with her hypothetical daughter and an equally hypothetical daughter's boyfriend? She really was going mad.

She sighed, looking down at the joint pram that held the two babies, thankful that Percy and Charlie were staying at her brothers' for the evening.

She was waiting for Arthur. They were planning on going up to Hogwarts to visit Bill. He was in his first year, and she needed to see Albus about school supplies for next year.

"Where is Arthur?" She wondered. He was late. At least twenty minutes late.

A green flash caught her eye, and then a shout outside.

She heard the beginnings of a battle outside.

She stood and raced to the bar.

"Rosmerta, alert the Aurors!" She cried. "Death Eaters!"

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Satisfied that no more Death Eaters would be harming innocent women, Earth opened a crack in the ground and disappeared into it to join his friend on the front line.

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Confident that the Death Eaters were heading towards the main street and no more were lingering in the hopes of hurting more innocent children, Air twisted herself into a tornado and joined her friends in the main battle.

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As Fire answered, a Death Eater flung a Cutting Curse her way. She dodged it, and flung back a ball of flames. Grinning at her companion, she concentrated on shifting her shape, and sprouted large wings of fire-coloured feathers and fire itself, that would put a phoenix to shame (though both hippogriffs and griffins would be a little scornful).

Not expecting attacks from above, the Death Eaters fell under her torrent of curses and hexes, none lethal, but plenty uncomfortable.

The earth seemed to roll under them, leaving Death Eaters stumbling as Earth shot out and up into the air, flying with his gift for levitation.

"Fire!" He smiled jovially. "Fancy meeting you up here."

"Indeed." She gave him a serious look. "Get to work, Earth."

"Yes, ma'am."

She sighed. He was so flippant at times!

Seconds later, a tornado tore through the ranks of Death Eaters, flinging them back, as Air re-materialised.

"Oops?" She offered, then began shooting off empathic hits, effectively knocking Death Eaters unconscious.

Water laughed, and froze a spell as it approached him.

A siren was heard from within the pub.

"The Aurors and the Phoenix Followers approach." Earth commented as he touched back down.

Fire beat her wings and hovered above them. "What now? Do we wait?"

"For a moment. We must combat the symbol of He Who Flies From Death." Air pointed out.

Without a word, Fire flung a fiery pentacle at the Dark Mark. "A pentacle repels you, a lightning bolt destroys you." She prophesised.

The others nodded, shooting up smaller versions of their own symbols to join hers.

"Petrificus totalus!" Fire shouted at a Death Eater approaching Air from behind.

Air smiled. "Nice move."

"You're welcome."

At that moment, the black clad wizards and witches of the Department of Magic Law Enforcement came streaming out of the pub.

The four vigilantes gave a good impression of shock, staring, as Fire alighted the ground and her wings dissipated.

"What the…" Moody began. Then his eyes widened. "You! Who are you?"

"The Guardians." Earth revealed.

"We protect until the Warriors return." Fire added.

"Goodbye for now."

And all four disappeared into their element.

Moody stared for a moment. Then he looked at one of the junior Aurors.

"I want the Elementals team out here now!" He barked.

"But sir… It's their day off…"

"I don't care! They know these people best! Get them now!"

"Yes sir."

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Kathryn snuggled deeper into Sirius' arms, feeling pleasantly warm and relaxed as she dozed. She wanted nothing to disturb this.

'Mmm,' she mused happily.

A voice faintly assaulted her ears but she paid it no heed.

Unfortunately, Sirius did.

"Kat, love, I've got to answer that. It sounds urgent."

"No, Sirius… It can't be important. S'our day off."

"Kat, just because we're off work doesn't mean anything bad can't happen. And it's Hallowe'en. Heaven knows what's gone on. Voldemort loves christening the holidays."

Kat moaned as Sirius slipped from his place into the kitchen to answer the fireplace.

He returned a moment later looking ashen.

"Guys, there was a Death Eater attack on Hogsmeade. Looks like minimal civilian casualties, someone alerted the Aurors quickly enough. But it also seems our Elemental friends were there." Sirius explained.

They still had no idea who the vigilantes were, despite heavy investigation into each incident. It was as though these Elementals knew exactly what they'd do, and blocked against each one.

None of the Elemental Guardians knew that they were the mysterious vigilantes. Why? Magic. Something prevented them from recognising their work. The innate spirits of the Guardians rose forth, and though it took on the personality of the host, they were something quite different until they found exactly what was going on after a particular event occurred. They didn't know the event. And wouldn't for quite some time…

"Then lets go." James stated.

All four ran upstairs to change into more appropriate gear.

As they left, Kat had only this to say. "This better be important, or it'll be me who gives Mad-Eye his mad eye."

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A/N: So, any good? I'm not great with action scenes, so constructive criticism is very helpful!

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