A/N: I don't own Harry Potter…you should know that by now.
Airiala knew something was wrong, she could feel it. She started to pace Dumbledore's office.
Something was wrong here; something bad was going to happen.
Finally Airiala could stand it no longer, she had to stop whatever bad thing that was going to happen from occurring.
She rushed to the door of the office and rushed out, down the stairs and out passed the statue. The hallway was crowded with students heading for lunch. Several stopped and stared at the girl rushing from Dumbledore's office.
Airiala didn't care she had to do something. Trusting her gut she rushed down the stairs and toward the Great Hall. Something was happening there.
A crowd was gathered outside the doors to the Great Hall. Airiala sighed, there was no way she'd get through. Airiala rushed off to find another way in.
Meanwhile in the Great Hall, Dumbledore and Snape stood facing Lucius Malfoy and several other Deatheaters.
"Our master knows the Elemental is here, now where is it?"
Severus moved to stand in front of Dumbledore. "Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said calmly, "Surely you wouldn't believe that we are hiding anything here. The Elementals are unpredictable creatures and do what they want. The only way to know an elemental is to be intimate with one. Has your Lord been intimate with an elemental in order to trace the location?"
"Whether he has or not is of no consequence, we know one is here. The Air Elemental in fact, the exception to your rule about intimacy."
Suddenly the kitchen door banged open and there stood Airiala. She looked from Dumbledore and Snape to the Deatheaters across from them. She rushed over to Dumbledore.
"I'm sorry, but I could sense something was wrong."
Suddenly a bright light flew past Snape and hit Airiala. The pain was unbearable. As suddenly as it came, it stopped.
"Who is this little charmer?" Lucius sneered. Airiala sat up and looked at him, her eyes as stormy as ever. Suddenly Snape moved and blocked her view.
"Just a student who believes herself above the rules."
Lucius smirked. "What house does she belong in?"
"Ravenclaw."
"What year is she?"
"Seventh."
"Then tell me Severus, why I have not seen this young beauty before, nor has my son?"
Severus said nothing.
"And, my dear friend, why is her accent so…American?"
Again, Snape said nothing. Airiala stood and watched the exchange. Lucius stood there, smiling, while Snape was protecting her.
"So, this is the Air Elemental," Lucius said smirking. "How beautiful she is."
Airiala flinched at the statement. If it were coming from anyone other than Lucius Malfoy she would have taken it as a compliment.
Snape gripped his wand tighter as Lucius shifted his gaze back to him.
"Tell me Severus, is she any good in bed?" Snape said nothing, but Airiala was starting to become angry.
"I'll bet she is. She is the wind isn't she? Wild, passionate, and free."
Airiala was angry now, but was doing her best to restrain herself. It would have worked had Lucius not spoken again.
"And like the wind, she makes no distinction on who she…blows."
That was the last straw. Airiala moved in front of Snape and glared at Malfoy. The wind began to pick up around them.
"Oh, getting angry now?"
Airiala turned her heard towards Snape, keeping her eyes on Malfoy. "Grab Dumbledore's arm and then both of you hang onto me. Don't ask any questions, just do it."
Snape turned to Dumbledore and pulled him closer, then both men held on. Snape wrapped his arm around her waist holding her against him while Dumbledore held onto the both of them in a strange hug.
Airiala took a moment to register how Snape was holding her before concentrating on Malfoy.
"Hang on tight," she said before it got windier. It rushed passed their ears with a deafening roar, but Airiala kept Snape and Dumbledore grounded.
The Deatheaters weren't as lucky. The wind was pushing them towards the doorway. It was amazing the amount of power Airiala was displaying.
Suddenly the Deatheaters were pushed aside and the wind stopped. The Deatheaters were busy trying to catch their breath after the force of hitting the House tables.
"Albus go and send everyone away. Now!"
Dumbledore released the last two and rushed out the door with a speed of a man half his age.
Once the doors were properly closed again did the wind begin to pick up again. Only then did Airiala speak to Snape.
"Things are going to get much more bumpy now. When I pass out due to the amount of energy I'm about to use I need you to brew the potion to give me back my strength. The instructions are in my pocket. I must have this potion immediately after it's brewed. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Snape replied.
"Alright, now you may want to hang onto me a little tighter and pray I get this right."
Snape wrapped his other arm around her waist and held her like one would a lover. Airiala took a deep breath before lifting her arms slowly. The wind began to concentrate around them, spinning around them faster and faster.
Lucius and the other Deatheaters watched as the wind spun around Airiala and Snape until both disappeared from sight. Airiala had created a tornado in the Great Hall.
The wind became even stronger as it crashed through the enchanted roof of the Great Hall. The House tables, brick and wood from the ceiling, and other decorations around the hall were caught up in the tornado.
Lucius and the Deatheaters were sucked up into the winds of the tornado spinning around the Great Hall.
In the center of the spiral, Airiala was growing weak. She had never used this much power at once and it was draining her fast.
With the last bit of her strength, Airiala removed the Deatheaters from the Great Hall and sent them flying into the lake.
"Walk with me," she yelled to Snape, who nodded in response. Still holding onto her, Snape and Airiala walked out the doors to the Great Hall though the winds of the tornado.
Once the doors were shut again and they were safely outside did Airiala lower her arms.
Loud crashes were heard through the large doors to the Great Hall as the wood and brick dropped to the ground.
"I did it," Airiala whispered before fainting in Snape's arms.