DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I also do not make any money from this.
WARNINGS: Yaoi (male x male), Yuri (female x female) adult topics, swearing, sexual scenes and violence.
This has not been Beta'd.
PAIRINGS: Ron x Hermione, Blaise x Cho, Neville x Ginny, Saito x Draco
'text' is thought
"text" is talking
Hidden Element
Chapter 22: The First Clash
Elementals:
Ice and Void – Draco Malfoy
Fire – Pansy Parkinson
Earth – Blaise Zabini
Nature – Cho Chang
Light – [Name]
The Forgotten:
Electricity – Saito Blackstar (OC)
[Element] – Carsly Hendricks (OC)
[Element] – [Name]
Water - Yasmin DiAngelo
Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)
Breakfast had been a somewhat awkward affair. Having not completely explained his presence, the Order was unsure which subjects they were allowed to touch upon in Draco's presence.
Instead, they talked about where he had lived and which jobs he'd taken upon his stay in the muggle world. He in turn asked the very same questions back at them, not wanting them to know just yet. Draco had found it rather amusing how they made sure to stay clear of anything to do with the elementals.
Blaise and Pansy flanked him like his ever present goons Crabbe and Goyle had at Hogwarts. He found this fact less humorous.
Whatever had happened between Harry and Draco had been a good long five years ago. Did his friends think of him as a frail blond whom Harry and his gang could hurt at any given time? He hadn't spoken to them since his arrival, hoping they'd come to realise how disappointed he was at their sudden behaviour. Apparently they'd been quite amicable until the blond had entered the fray. Knowing that both had stayed here prior to his arrival, Draco was unsure where this so-called animosity had come from.
They were acting like Slytherins.
There had also been an obvious tension in the way Harry had looked at him this morning. He could literally see the cogs in his head working, continuously thinking with that tap of his finger. Draco could barely stop himself from rolling his eyes. He had forgiven the green eyed man. If he was going to work with him they needed to be on the same page again.
What conclusions had the man jumped to now?
The awkward atmosphere surrounding their first meal together had then been suddenly interrupted by a shrill and desperate bleep, making its noise heard over and over again. It had taken them all by surprise, and three specific people in the room could feel their hearts beat out of their chests. There was only one loud pitched alarm installed on their phones, for only one specific meaning.
Acacia Meadow was under attack.
They had started off calm at first, asking the others to follow, explanations later. The cool composition they maintained, however, had turned to rage when they saw the spectacle before them.
Accacia was ablaze with different colours. Shadows melted across a stretch of the woodlands, blood curdling screams coming from its hidden expanse. It creeped like splodges of ink across trees and now murky water. It infected the light, shrouding it with its tempered veil.
A sickly mixture of blue wetly sloshed people and buildings in a whirlpool. Like a mighty fist it banged its prey against buildings and debris with pleasure. Where the shadows had seemed almost bored, the ever swirling current of clenching water seemed to be having fun. The screams were softer, less terrified, yet their lungs were full of water, drowning and choking as it swallowed them whole.
In the very centre where the towers stood, purple zapped menacingly as a warning. It did not attack, but buzzed all the same in a crooked grin at the menace that rampaged around it. It seemed to be waiting for something, softly sparking in apprehension of something.
No, this wasn't just any ordinary attack; this was manslaughter.
Blaise had been off the minute he had touched foot on the grassy woodland floor, making his way for the dark expanse and the most cries he could hear. To be honest, it wasn't just the pain of loosing what he perceived to be his family, but the recognition that this was a power he had never come across.
With gritted teeth, he skidded into the darkness; a shield of earthy stone flung up to peel away the darkness from its crying prey. Blaise's arm across his waist, pushed against an unforeseen enemy.
A laugh echoed around him, giving way to the uneven rock. The blackness dimmed, retracing its steps as if being sucked back into the depths from whence it came from.
If the shadows hadn't retreated, Blaise wouldn't have been able to spot the boy before him.
There was no distinctive line on his body to tell where hair, clothes, or face began. From top to bottom he was but an image of the shadows he controlled. His outline gave little to the imagination, hair that seemed as if it came midway between shoulders.
With bated breath, he realised that he had been wrong. Two things stood out in stark contrast against a never ending backdrop of black. His eyes glinted out in a pure white fashion. No pupils to be seen. The second thing? The smile he wanted to punch off this boys face. It was an evil, all teeth smirk, as white as the colour of his eyes.
"Who are you?" Blaise hissed venomously, like the serpentine Slytherin people had once thought him to be. He was in a violent rage, his control tumbling like a mudslide. Of course he knew where his limits lay and wouldn't push it, but the temper of the Earth was a mighty thing to behold. It's ever changing surface was now crumbling into a chasm as big as Hells Canyon.
"Alakai Petrovski. You are not very happy to see me, no?" The smirk stayed in place. He could easily make out which element Blaise wielded, and thus his character.
This one would do something stupid with the right tempting, with the right teasing and goading.
Alakai was the stealth of the team. Not only did he move between the shadows and blend in to the unseen, he was also an uncanny strategist. Although he was one of the weakest when it came to controlling the elements, it was what he did with said element that made him even more deadly than Carsly.
"That's clear," Blaise huffed in an attempt to calm himself down. It was no good to ruin what he had helped create within this forest. By using the earth around him, he no doubt would single handily tear Accacia to cracked shreds.
"Why are you doing this?"
Alakai paused to think. Was there really a reason to his want to destroy?
Among all the forgotten, he had been the closest to Voldemort. Not because of his philosophy to rid the world of muggles, but because Voldemort had seen in him a comrade who wanted nothing more than to kill a lot of desperately pleading people.
Was it for revenge? No. Because he felt he needed to continue his masters will after his death? No. In fact, the man was more an older brother and a father than a mentor. What ranting had gone in one ear had instantly left through the other.
The reason? Because he could.
He told the Bliase that much to his face as well. There was no point in lying about it. It had also been a brilliant way of bringing this mans unwavering calm to rubble. He knew the minute the wall of Earth melted into the floor and a chasm hurtled his way angrily, that he had successfully made the man uncaring of his environment.
This would be fun, especially to see the mans face after he realised how much of the Meadow he had actually destroyed by himself.
Whereas Blaise's curiosity had been his downfall, Pansy's had made her come across an adversary she had wanted to see.
Yasmin stood before her serenely, her hair floating as if the breeze above the waves blew them gently. The whirlpool had turned into a tsunami, the water spilling over buildings and trees, spreading across the floor as it went. People lay gasping as they tried to move from the scene. Yasmin didn't try to stop them when they did.
Her attention was directed to the fiery spirit that looked down at her with a deep found disappointment she couldn't quite understand.
"You chose me as your adversary?" She asked with a slight raise of one blue eyebrow.
"Why are you doing this?" Pansy asked heatedly, trying to understand what caused Yasmin to attack so many innocent people.
Bubbly and kind by nature when she wasn't under a deep spell of her watery element, Yasmin had never attacked anyone else when she had actively sought Pansy out; at least, not that she knew of. Pansy suddenly felt stupid for thinking she knew all there was to know about the Yasmin by merely having swapped words once in a while.
"Why do you think?" Came the soft breezy answer.
"Were you forced to do this?" Pansy rasped. Yasmin couldn't help but laugh.
"Forced? Pansy dear, you seem to forget which side I'm on." Pansy frowned. She had.
It was so easy to forget that Yasmin was the enemy; it was easy to simply slip into comfort with her presence near. It was also cool. The heat that constantly ate at her all went away with a gentle touch of that frothy water.
"Do you remember what we said about the next time we'd meet?" Pansy frowned. "No I suppose you don't," Yasmin sighed at the tan girls forgetfulness. It surprised her, however, when Pansy looked up with heated eyes, a fire burning brightly within them.
"But I don't want this to be our last battle." Yasmin was taken back by the words.
"Then you shouldn't have sought me out!" It was Yasmin's turn to frown. They had made an agreement. She wanted it to be over and done with. She didn't want to have to fight this woman over and over again. It had been one of the reasons she'd asked the next meeting to be their last.
"Can't I just come see you 'cause I want to?" Yasmin's mouth opened minutely. She wasn't sure what was happening.
"I... you what?" She asked incredulously, her eyes blinking widely. Her pale hands came to twist about the bottom of her pale blue shirt. She was nervous for some reason.
This woman didn't want to stop spouting obscene nonsense, and she didn't know how to stop it. Another part of her, the bubbly side, the happy side, frothed over the edges. She was unsure what it meant, but at the same time, she rather liked the feeling.
"Didn't you want to see me too?" Pansy grinned at the blue eyed beauty before her. An answer wasn't coming from that slightly opened mouth, and her grin turned into genuine happiness. No answer meat she agreed, right?
"I suppose I should be thrilled that you wanted to catch up like old times, but didn't you want some action? After all, we're tearing apart what you built," Yasmin suddenly asked with a happy tone.
"I am angry, I won't deny that," Pansy growled, then calmed as she stared at the curious smile across Yasmin's face.
"But if I didn't come to see you, someone else would have." Yasmin was surprised once more. She was getting fed up with the feeling, but there was something about the red head that always bought that specific emotion to the forefront of her mind.
She had gone to Accacia that day on a mission. She had gone willingly. She had drowned a few people, seriously injured others, and she'd enjoyed it like she always did. But Pansy had sought her out, not for revenge, but to protect her from the wrath the others would have doted on her.
It seemed messed up, but sweet to some degree.
"I'm not sure I understand..."
Pansy couldn't help but scrunch her nose up in frustration.
"I'm saying I enjoy this. I like talking to you, Yasmin. I like fighting with you. I like the fact that at the end of the day, I know it's you who'll be coming for me and vice versa."
"Are you sure that's something you should be happy about?" Yasmin pointed out. This was the weirdest conversation she had ever had with an enemy before.
"I probably shouldn't be. But there's one thing I know for sure." Yasmin held up a deft eyebrow once more, waiting for what she was sure, was going to be one of those answers that would defiantly shock her.
It took Pansy a while, and it wasn't hard to see that she was suddenly trying to come up with a different answer. Whether it had been the one she had originally intended or not, the answer still managed to shock her.
"I don't want you to be my enemy. I don't want you to die."
XxHushHushxX: Some Saito/Draco talk coming up! Hehe.
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GhostLawsOfDoom: Draco is going out with Saito, but at the same time he still loves Harry. He'll be a bit confused for a while!