Chapter 4

Light. Light was all Harry could feel. It pierced his closed eyes as a familiar voice caught his attention. Sirius. His eyes shot open and he sat up. Sirius and Dumbledore were at the foot of his bed, as running steps echoed away down the corridor. Green eyes met grey as godson and godfather stared at each other, before Sirius rushed to his side and embraced the boy who eagerly returned it.

"Never again Harry, i'll never leave again." Muttered Sirius as he clung onto his godson, trying to reassure himself that he was really there. As the two eventually separated at the amused looks from the Headmaster, Sirius asked the question which they both wanted answers too.

"Harry, what exactly happened out there yesterday?"

"I don't know. All I remember the Horntail falling and screaming about a prophecy, I remember going to collect the egg and I remember the flames. After that all I have is this weird dream about destiny and talking wolves and dragons." Neither Harry or Sirius missed the slight jump Dumbledore made when he heard about the dream

"You said a wolf and a dragon Harry?"

"Yes professor, a dire wolf and a dragon that made the ones in the arena, he called them wyrms, seem like toddlers would to you. The dragon said to tell you it was time?" The emotions that flickered across the normally unreadable face of the headmaster shocked the two younger occupants of the infirmary as the matron fussed over a potions cabinet muttering about interfering old codgers and ministry morons.

"Headmaster, what's wrong?" Asked Sirius as a tear leaked down the elderly warlock's face.

"The dream Harry had, it's been something I've been hoping for since that night long ago. The dragon, Aenrith is an old mentor of mine. It was him who guided me through my youth, he has been the Dumbledore grimoire for generations. He was the original companion to the first Dragon mage, during the war of elements centuries ago."

"But if this dragon is a guardian for your family, why would he approach Harry?"

"Because Sirius, Harry is my grandson".

"But that can't be, Hagrid had photos of my grandparents, and Sirius stayed with them! Lupin told me." exclaimed Harry, who was pushing the potions tray madame Pomfrey was trying to force on him, away.

"Only your father and a few others knew it Harry, but shortly after you were born, a prophecy was made, one that named a babe born at the end of july to be the one who vanquished Voldemort. After that Halloween night, after Voldemort marked you as his equal, I knew you were the one. So with Sirius believed to be a death eater, Pettigrew dead and Lupin missing, I performed a ritual to adopt you as my grandson. I used blood magic, something I thought I understood. But shortly after the ritual I was approached by Aenrith again. The ancient one appeared because he sensed the ritual and apparently he had been called towards it. My blood has transferred my legacy to you. It passed the power of a dragon mage to you. Alas the wolf I cannot explain for certain, all i can guess is it has something to do with your family Sirius?"

"His name is Ragnair, and yes Albus you presume right. Ragnair is the guardian of the Black family. I never met him, he appears to us on our 15th birthday, but I had been disowned by my mother and it seems that was enough to weaken my ties to the family magic. All I know is that my families name is well earned, for dark arts users and shadow mages. That both of these guardians have appeared to you Harry is amazing, yet I can't help but worry about what the fates have in store for you."

"But what does it all mean Professor. This so called power? What is it? And how am I still alive?"

"It means, my dear boy, that you are an elemental. The first dragon and shadow mage to walk the earth. You have the potential to master both light and dark, two of the most powerful elements known to magic. With both of them, the power to destroy and heal combined, will make you a formidable force with training."

"Albus, Harry doesn't have time! The second task is in 4 months at the end of february. He almost died in this one, who knows what will happen in the next! And that's not to mention whoever put him in this death trap is still out there!"

"Sirius calm yourself, I can't speak for your guardian, but Aenrith will guide Harry through his dreams, time will mean little there. It's possible when you next see Harry that he will be passed your average wizard and well on the way to surpassing yourself if not the likes of Moody. But for now we have more pressing concerns. Harry shall need to be moved somewhere secure, to prevent unwanted visitors from barging in this morning, and unless i'm quite mistaken, both of us are in danger of being thrown out of the ward unless we let Madame Pomfrey tend to her patient" Both men turned to see an irate nurse trying to force the potions down a reluctant boys throat as she leaned over from the foot of the bed.

"Let us continue this discussion in my office Sirius, it would not be wise for you to be seen by the students despite the early hour" With that both men left Harry to the tender mercies of the matron, his head spinning from the explanations from the Headmaster. Somehow it had happened to him again, he was different again, he was a dual elemental. Of course he had read and seen elementals before, most wizards and witches had an affinity to an element, and not a few of those could manipulate the elements without a wand after a lot of practice. A group of seventh year slytherins had been sent to the infirmary with frozen limbs after they had tried to bully a Ravenclaw sixth year. He suspected his friend Neville was an earth elemental with his love and passion for herbology and how brilliant he was with plants.

He looked down at the tray of potions and then at the steely eyed matron who was watching him expectantly. Reluctantly he uncorked the first of seven bottles and drained them all, forcing himself to swallow them all, until the last one, which slipped from his fingers as the dreamless sleep took hold of him and his eyes drifted shut.

Ron hadn't slept that night. His head was churning as he realised Harry hadn't put his name in. He had watched his former friend burnt alive by three rampaging dragons, before his former friend once again did the impossible and not only survived the flames, but killed all three of them. Ron knew Harry hadn't put his name in, yet he still abandoned his friend, convinced somehow someone had given Harry special treatment again. After all Harry had it all, fame, money, girls if he wanted them. Yet Ron felt like something was missing. He remembered Harry's window, and the bars on it. None of the other houses had barred their windows. He remembered seeing some of the scars on Harry's back when they got changed in the mornings. He remembered how surprised Harry was to receive presents at Christmas in first year. For someone who had it all, Harry sure didn't look the part thought Ron. So he had gone to the hospital wing to see if he could apologise to his former friend. He had snuck out early in the morning, crept down to the infirmary without being caught. There he forced open the doors, ignoring the slight flash of the wards as he came face to face with a snarling grim. Ron had nearly wet himself at the sight of the dog, Professor Dumbledore's arrival calmed him until he looked back at where the dog had been, only to see a furious Sirius Black. His mind slowly pieced together the events of last year as the enraged Black shouted in his face. At that it all became too much for the youngest Weasley boy, he turned and ran. His leg ached where the animagus had bitten him last year as he once again realised that Potter definitely had it all. He had fame, he had money and now he had his family, while he, Ron Weasley had nothing. He was stuck in the shadows of the boy who lived.

He didn't know it then, but with that thought, a four year friendship ended and a Wolf that watched the whole thing, barked in delight as its tail wagged.

Harry woke to see his godfather rage at Weasley. He watched impassively as Ron turned and bolted from the room, thought slightly surprised he hadn't felt anything more than a slight smugness to see his former friend being yelled at. He looked down at himself, and almost fell off his bed in shock. The scars that littered his body from the years of living with his 'loving' family were gone! Instead he looked upon a blemish free chest, his only scars being the one from the basilisk on his arm, and one he guessed was from the first task that stretched across his stomach.

Harry sat there thinking about what had happened last night in his training with his guides. They had taught him how to control his powers and how to stop them from consuming him. He'd been scared at first, he'd been told he could cause devastation and destruction if he let it consume him. He'd be the end of world as they knew it. But the more he felt and experienced of his power, the more he liked the rush, the intoxicating feeling flowing through his body as he manipulated his powers at even their most basic form. The sparring sessions had started off with him fighting one, then two, four, six and eventually ten different opponents at the same time. His reflexes, honed from years of Harry hunting and Quidditch had been enhanced until he could dodge spells from less than three steps away. He knew more spells than Hogwarts would teach him, but his elemental powers eluded him. He could do the basics, but he wanted more. He wanted to be able to disappear into the shadows, manipulate light to blind his enemies and the dark to hide himself from their gaze. He wanted more than small spears of light that bounced off most auror grade shields. He wanted the power, he was sick of the fickle crowds, his relatives and the slander. He wanted to rise above them all, become the best he could be.

He was torn from his musings as Sirius fussed over him, making sure he was OK. It was, weird. He'd never had someone care about him so much, and he felt disappointed that Dumbledore took Sirius away to hide yet more secrets from him. But as he worked himself into a rage he remembered what the dragon had said, ask him and he will know its time. Time for answers. He settled back down, drifting off into a sleep that he hoped would bring him a different kind of answer… the answer to where he could learn to be an elemental.

A/N: My apologies for the eternity its been since i updated last. Working retail at christmas is nightmarish and takes up a lot more time than expected.

Updates should be semi regular now, getting more frequent as my schedule reverts to normal