A/N: I know you are all dying to know who Air is, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit longer to find out. I'm in the middle of moving back up to school so this will be the last chapter I'll post for a few days (just till I get settled in). Hope you enjoy this next segment *and don't forget to review please! Thanks!
~Kandimoon
Chapter Four
For as long as he could remember, Draco Malfoy knew he was very different from every other pure blooded wizard. His father ingrained in his head since birth the importance of his true power, the reason his father married Narcissa to begin with, for she carried a magic deep within her that was older than time; Narcissa Malfoy's ancestor was called Water by her fellow three sisters. With her fair hair, and light colored eyes, she was said to be the spitting image of the goddess Water herself, with only one exception; she could not use Water's power, that gift would only be used by her offspring, her only child, Draco.
He was born in a time of terror, born to one of Voldemorts most loyal followers, born to help bring destruction to the Wizarding world. Lucius knew, from the moment his son opened up his small blue eyes and smiled at him, he knew that Draco was destined to be one of the Chosen Four. And so, with this newly discovered knowledge, Lucius Malfoy went to his leader's side and bid him the most wonderful news.
"His power will become a great aide to our cause." Voldemort smiled darkly, red eyes glowing brightly in the dark of night.
"He will become your most loyal follower, my lord, I will see to it." Lucius bowed gently before taking his leave.
Narcissa, though haughtily arrogant at times, held a deep affection for her beloved child, and with her gentle compassionate ways, tried her best to keep her son from his father's dark, evil ways. She loved her husband, or at least held some form of affection to him, but her life depended on upholding a character who was a devoted wife, a strong political figure, and a dutiful mother. Deep down, deep down she longed for the peace and tranquility of a simple life by the sea, a sea that beckoned her with each passing day. To have her son young again, and take him along the crashing waves, teaching him the true beauty of the Earth and showing it respect, well that was a fantasy only lived in through helpless dreams. Long ago she chose her path, and though she loved her son with all her heart, she couldn't help but think of what her life might be like if she would have declined Lucius's proposal. But her path was chosen and her soul damned, her only wish was that her son would not chose the same life. But he was seduced by the dark forces already, she could see it mirrored in his eyes, all she could do was pray to the goddesses to help him, to save him, before it was too late.
Draco learned never to take anything as merely chance, that everything happened for a purpose. His mother would have called it a sense of intuition, given to him by the powers of the goddess Water. His dreams have been plaguing him more recently now, especially after the Dark Lord had all his power returned and then some. He merely brushed them aside, not caring much about stupid cliffs and hair as red as flame, that is until the incident at Knockturn Alley.
He and his father were on their yearly stop to Diagon Alley to pick up his school supplies for the upcoming term when his father decided they head to Knockturn to check out any new supplies that would have come through recently. Inwardly sneering at the waste of time and energy, but being the devoted son he always was, he agreed to follow his father in and see what was new. It took only a second, that simple flash of eye contact, 'the Weasley girl' he sneered, for even under magic charms he could see her clearly as day. Brown met blue in a wild battle and within seconds a headache formed around his temples. When he opened his eyes again he saw her unconscious, slowly changing back to the short redhead he was familiar with, laying on the ground with the Granger girl hovering over her. He knew, at that precise moment in time, he knew she was the one from his disturbing dreams. She was Fire.
Normally he would have brushed it aside and not have cared worth a damn. The Weasley's, in his mind, were all a waste to the Wizarding society, or so his father preached to him time and time again. Recently upgraded a bit in lifestyle due to the father's raise for some mere handle on Muggle affairs, they were still low on society's social standing. The brother, Ron the Weasel, was one of his most vicious enemies, always in the way, always craving for the attention he never got due to perfect older brothers and ever famous best friend. But Ginny was different, though he hated the family, she never truly did anything to get on his nerves, and so he never felt it necessary to join her in the fights that always started when the 'Dream Team' and him were involved. Sure on the occasion he might have said a little something embarrassing, but never to he extent that he did to her older brother. And so, after his recent discovery on her hidden power, he started to consider a new possibility within the younger girl. Fire, according to legend, was passionate, motivated, always changing like the wind.
'What would it be like to tame such passion?' Draco mused later that night. 'To use that burning fire within her for darker purposes, to turn her over to his father's side, imagine the reward he would get from Voldemort for such a find!'
A jolt woke him up an hour after attempting to sleep. Power, strong elemental power was building somewhere not far away.
"They're attempting a circle." He spoke aloud to himself in the dark confines of his elegant room. "They are trying to call to the powers, without the circle of four."
Well they wouldn't get much without the help of Water and Air, he guessed, and he was correct when not too much later he felt the power fade away to nothing.
'Didn't last long.' He said to himself before falling back to sleep under his dark silk blue comforter.
"Father I have some interesting news to discuss with you."
"What is it Draco?" his father replied, not glancing up from his cup of coffee or today's copy of the Daily Prophet.
"I have discovered another power." At this his father lowered his mug and with sharp eyes looked at his son curiously.
"Which power have you uncovered and who possess it?" Lucius asked urgently.
"The Weasley girl, Virginia. She is Fire."
An evil smile etched the corners of Lucius's mouth. Narcissa, who was on the other side of the table, merely glanced back to her magazine, hoping she appeared disinterested.
"I have a plan father. She is smart, and stubborn like the rest of those worthless paupers, but she may be able to turn with just a good push in the right direction. She is passionate and quite to anger, both who will her great power for the Dark side." He smirked.
"We'll just have to find a way to make her angry, enough to help us achieve our goal. With you on our side they have little to no chance, but without her, well, we'll have control of the whole Wizarding and Muggle world within minutes of their downfall."
Draco Malfoy never truly considered himself evil, though he grew up with it, lived in it, and witnessed it, he always thought that giving your will to another for any purpose was kind of ridiculous. Not that he'd ever voice that to his father, for his father was very loyal to Voldemort and His doings, he just didn't understand why you'd sign your life over to another person all for some cheap thrill. He loved his father, as much as any son could, and he agreed with some of Voldemorts teachings. Muggles and Mudbloods were pretty useless, but they were still part of the Earth and vital for it's existence. To get rid of them completely would be such a waste, and not nearly creative. But, upholding his father's image, he had an act to carry and follow through with, even if he didn't always enjoy it as much as he should have.
He and his father arrived at Platform 9 ¾ about twenty minutes before the bright red train was scheduled to leave. After adjusting his Head Boy badge, he turned to his father to give his formal goodbye.
"You know your plan, son." Lucius stated in a low whisper, to an outsider it merely look as if father and son were bidding a tearing farewell.
"Yes, father." Draco replied with a nod of emphasis.
A slight commotion dragged their attention to the left as three redheads argued about something, close beside them were a brunette girl and a dark haired boy.
Ginny, with a feeling of being watched, left the argument between mother and son, and glanced beside her. There, not but twenty feet off, stood a tall light haired man and a boy with similar features. The older man grinned evilly at her while the boy smirked knowingly.
Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm roughly with fright.
"There, the Malfoy's, they looked at me." Glancing over Hermione saw the retreating backs of Malfoy and Malfoy Sr.
Waiting for her to continue, Hermione merely raised an eyebrow at the younger girl.
"They know who I am."