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 (OC) x Draco
'text' is thought
"text" is talking
Hidden Element
Chapter 24: Forget
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)
Shadow – Alakai Petrovski (OC)
Water - Yasmin DiAngelo (OC)
Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)
This darkness that surrounded him was his constant world, his continuous state of being whether conscious or not. It followed him like his ever present shadow. He was not afraid of the dark; instead, he yearned for it, craved the pulsing dimension of black like he yearned to consume whatever form of light lay in his path.
Alakai stuck to the wall like a fly. The gleaming hardwood was on what he sat, while the walls were tiled with deep amethyst. It was easy to be forgotten when you couldn't be seen, especially in this particular household. He didn't mind them much, well, more so than others, yet in these particular instances, he remained incognito rather than be pulled into one of their daily... disagreements.
Out of the way of the chaos that forever seemed to be the unvarying condition of their 'family', he soaked in his shade, an ever present smirk on his face. Furthest corner from the fireplace under a bookcase and between a chair, he sat in amusement as he surveyed his entertainment for the day. Although he needed fighting and chaos, he somewhat liked the interactions of the four around him.
A sweet fragrance reminiscent of incense suffused the expansive room. Sandalwood and Jasmin, lightly decorating the air. It's floral scent and tea-like undertones had not been the reason for its choosing. No, it had merely been used to cover up the fact that Carsly smelt like dead prey again, and as Yasmin was in charge of the living room, chose something that came close to her own name.
There was something vaguely satisfying in having someone ask you what said scent was and giving your own name in reply. It was a scent she used in particular when Carsly was in one of those 'animalistic' moods.
"It smells so much better than muddy dog and dead antelope. Just smell it! Oh wait, you can't? That's such a pity. Is it confusing your sense of smell again?"
Carsly couldn't smell her own odour as she was too used to it, and having the traits of many animals, felt the need to mark the place, something she couldn't do with that ghastly scent hanging in the air. It made her nose tingle in a bad way. Nothing made sense! Seeing something normally came with an accompaniment of smell, just the way she liked it and often the way she held her bearings.
Of course, the fact that Yasmin kept doing this on purpose pissed her off and released a small growl from her throat.
One was never 100 per cent sure where Carsly ended and animal began. She was an ever shifting, ever confusing mass of lion, wolf, antelope, etc. Fangs and claws would melt into hooves and antlers without a second thought. The shape of her eyes, even its colour, constantly changing with them.
She was crouched low on her haunches looking up, long golden locks flowing round her tan face like a mane. Sharp hazel eyes brimmed with undetermined strength, slight fangs peaking from her chapped lips. Her fluffed claws scarped at the floor in attempts to keep herself from pouncing.
A bold move by Yasmin as one simply didn't play games with Carsly. She was the alpha female of the pack, second-in-command. Water couldn't hurt her, she was part shark. Shadow couldn't hurt her, she was part bat. Wind couldn't hurt her, she was an eagle. Electricity... damn well hurts. This was one of the only reasons Carly remained at second.
"What about your sense of loyalty?" Carsly growled deep in her throat. "A little birdie tells me all you did was talk!"
Alakai released a nail clawing laughter. Carsly would have probably picked up on it with her keen hearing, yet made no comment as she displayed her role of second and started to give Yasmin the talking to of a lifetime. She wasn't allowed to attack. Saito had made it clear. No attacking housemates. It was something she understood readily enough, obey or get electrified.
Although Yasmin didn't quickly back down, her chirpy attitude dulled somewhat with a clench of her jaw.
On the other side of the room, however, Wind was timidly nodding her head in agreement. Miya, although shy, was by no means apprehensive. It was only an occurrence that happened the moment her sister stepped into the room. Carsly was quick to anger, quick to hunger for the need to squash her annoyances. Only did the bunny ears pop out for Saito.
Due to this fact, everyone usually tip-toed around the female conversation wise, never sure when something would tempt her. Even Miya wasn't sure which topics were allowed in her presence. Although she loved her older sister dearly, there was no doubt in her mind that Carsly wouldn't hesitate to threaten her if she trod out of line.
Only having been eight at the time of Voldemort's death, there were many things Miya didn't know or understand about their pasts. Despite appearances, Carsly did love her younger sibling, and did her best humanly possible to prevent her from finding out the exact details of what happened during his reign.
Through her misconception of her sisters character, Miya had befriended two people in particular.
Yasmin and her excessive energy often served to bring her spirits up after prolonged contact with her sister. She always made sure the younger girl was happy when she walked past, always giving her some form of treat. She always wondered where all these treats came from as Yasmin never seemed to do any cooking, nor did she seem to go anywhere remotely close to bakeries...
The other friend was Draco. A guest that often came over to talk to her. She knew he was never fully there for her; he was more like a contact or source from the muggle world that kept popping up to talk to Saito. Of course, apart from her and Yasmin, Draco always seemed to stay clear of the others. She guessed it was merely because he liked her most, and that always made her happy.
Yasmin's relationship with Draco, had been a little more...mature. There were no pats to the head or kisses to the forehead with her. Although Draco had always thought Miya more a little sister, his relationship with Yasmin had satisfied some part of him that missed for the bond he had with Pansy and Blaise.
She had been an almost curious mix of the two personalities, and her quick wit and chatter made him feel at ease. That and the fact that he was her brothers little secret. Yasmin wasn't stupid. She knew Draco wasn't any type of source. She had also been to her brothers house enough times to see the pictures and the double bed. The fact she knew her brother was happy pleased her.
No one really knew where Alakai went after 'obligatory' hours. Carsly and Miya mainly resided at the Manor. Carsly's supply of prey was vast with plenty of space to run and chase, there was no reason to search for anything human, she didn't need it. She didn't crave shops or talking, didn't even crave a bed or a well cooked meal. Miya, of course, opted to stay with her. Why would she leave her only family behind?
Yasmin on the other hand often stayed over with Saito. They were not siblings by birth. Her father had married his mother, and that's where their history started. For Draco it was easy to fit in amongst them.
Although they were prone to attacks from their 'element' and could easily shift gear, Alakai thought this unlikely group, for the most part, to be just like regular people.
But he often felt out of the loop. Two sets of family in a cast of five. Even though Miya and Carsly's relationship may have been slightly lacking, they were siblings all the same and in the rare occasion that Carsly was 'human', enjoyed their stay together.
His life remained without drama, without personal touch. It was heavily wrapped in its cloak of darkness. They were all close; years of service with Voldemort had only tightened their chains together. Yet amongst the Forgotten, past remained untouched. Past lives were their secrets. Past moments in time lay forgotten.
Forget your past, remember your future.
Forget who you were, remember who you are now.
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