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
PAIRINGS I know of so far: (pairings will be added as they are mentioned in chapters)
Ron x Hermoine, Blaise x Cho, Neville x Cho, Saito x Draco
This has not been Beta'd.
'text' is thought
"text" is talking
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Hidden Element
Chapter 41: The first move
Elementals:
Ice and Void – Draco Malfoy
Fire – Pansy Parkinson
Earth – Blaise Zabini
Nature – Cho Chang
Light – Cherrie Everdeen (OC)
The Forgotten:
Electricity – Saito Blackstar (OC)
Animal – Carsly Hendricks (OC)
Shadow – Alakai Petrovski (OC)
Water - Yasmin DiAngelo
Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)
His morning had started normal enough. Woken up to a sunny morning, laughter and screams in the air from the many childhood friends that now shared the lively house. He groaned, wondering how none of them had gotten bored of each other yet, though secretly smiled inside...it was just too early in the morning to be this happy.
Alone, but then again, after having settled into married life, there was hardly a day where Cho woke up with him anymore. It wasn't of the dramatic, starting to fall into automatic mode or loving you less variety, though.
She was a busy body, needed to do things, itched for work, or merely to spend the vast amount of energy she always seemed to possess. He smirked at that thought. It did come in handy every once and a while to have such an energetic wife on hand, and he wasn't thinking about house hold chores.
That thought alone made him sigh in frustration. What was he? A school boy? With a raised eyebrow he peeked underneath the covers. No such luck. Energetic had led to thoughts of how quickly she moved, led to how quickly she moved on top of him...naked...on his cock...
Thank goodness she was eager to move around before he woke up, or she'd find out how dirty minded her 'gentleman' of a husband really was.
The shower had revitalised him and restored his normal unblushing nature, had him humming as the happy and cosy atmosphere got to him. He could already smell breakfast. Bacon, maybe eggs...none of which Luna cooked. He could tell the difference by now. He quickly realised how starved he was when his stomach started to grumble in tune to his humming.
Running down the stairs and skipping the last two steps in hunger, he threw the door open, gasping in the scent of good breakfast. He stood there a while, taking in the scene. The room wasn't the biggest room, yet everyone had managed to fit. On tabletops, extra chairs, Ron stood leaning against the back door holding his white plate as he ate.
It reminded him of Hogwarts. His memories were disturbed; however, as Luna had officially dubbed him 'idle'. He was thwarted out the kitchen door with a spatula held by Ginny to go and buy milk of all things at the convenience store.
'Really? Weren't they almost finished eating anyway?'
The front door opened and he couldn't hold back a slight wince as the suns full wrath blazed upon him. It wasn't particularly warm, but it was one of those days where the sun was bright and made you squint so your eyes didn't hurt.
A simple green shirt and dark blue jeans, no hoody or sweater needed. He did briefly think about rushing upstairs to get his sunglasses, but the quicker this was over with, the faster he could eat!
It had taken him a good forty minutes to get there. He hadn't wanted to use a car. The day had been just right. Sun, with only the bare hint of a cool breeze.
"Everyone needs milk. Milk for coffee or tea, milk for cereal, milk to make an omelette, milk just to drink." He winged, aware of the ugly faces he was pulling and the mocking voice he used. And the day had started off so well! He hadn't realised how lazy he'd felt until he'd been needed to fetch something...perhaps it was that he just didn't want to fetch things. Or fetch things now at this exact moment.
He hadn't realised a great many things on his way back, nor was he alert during his internal ranting.
It hadn't been any sort of gradual shift he could remember in the corner of his eye. With the blink of his eyes, the world had vanished. Oh, he could feel the ground under his feet, with a shift of his feet his toes and the pavement underneath when it stumped too hard, the grocery bag in his hand as he clenched his hand tightly.
Vanished hadn't been the right world. It was still there…..he just couldn't see it. Black. Pitch black darkness had flooded his vision. His teeth grated as he clenched his jaw. His eyes weren't adjusting, no lamp light visible.
What alarmed him? No screams. It was amusing as much as factual that when lights were suddenly turned off there was always that one person that shrieked in fright. Had the street been flooded with darkness during a sunny morning, people would have screamed. Things like this didn't happen every day, after all.
He slowly toed off his shoes, glad that he's forgone socks in his haste to get this trip over and done with. His toes felt the pavement gingerly before he took a deep breath and planted himself firmly onto the ground. He was like rock, after all. He was firm and solid, and not going down by some simple push.
And there it was. He was no bat, nor did he have super senses, but he was Earth, and the pressure he felt on the grounds surface straight ahead of him, had a dome around him instantly. Dirt groaned as it threw pavement out of the way to do his bidding. It curled, folded, crushed, melded, till it formed an impenetrable sanctuary.
He cursed profoundly, throwing the bag to the floor, not really caring if the carton of milk was damaged in the process. Not only was the bastard striking this close to home, but he was taunting him by allowing him to know of his presence before hand.
Right, this would be tricky. He would have to try and rely on memory. How he wished he was one of those people who took in and memorised every single detail of their surroundings. He groaned as the thought passed him. He wished he was more like those paranoid death eater scum he hated.
He felt for that pressure again, and with a growl that bared his teeth, he fisted his arms and closed his eyes.
With a 'humph', his right fist jerked up like a jab, with a slam of his left fist towards his right. Earth was moving in front of him, a slab folding upwards, a sudden loss of pressure, a jump? The hit to the right would take care of that. It was followed with a bend of the knees and palms planted to the floor as a grumble alerted him to the earth quake he had just created. He made sure the chasm never came too close to where he hid from the darkness. At least in here, it was a darkness of his own creation. He could trust it.
He felt around once again, and with a startled grunt raised himself out of his cocoon with an earthy platform as his fist flew out to his left, catching something with a sickening and human feeling thud.
"Haha, bravo! This is even more interesting than I thought it would be! You can tell where I am! I haven't figured out how yet, but we have plenty of time for that! Good punch, by the way."
"What the hell!" Blaise growled as he found himself facing that plunging void once more. Out of nowhere, a slice to his leg had him on one knee, growling once more.
"You mother fucker! Stop that already!"
"Hahaha, what colourful language! All the more entertaining!" His head snapped to the right as a solid thud collided with his cheek.
"How is this fair?" he growled almost to himself, not really expecting an answer. Who was he kidding? Did he really expect someone taught by Voldemort to have been taught to fight fairly? Closing his eyes, he willed the platform away, feeling his body fall to the ground with a thick fall. It was painful.
'Not on the pavement anymore then' he grimaced as he felt the road scratch his injured leg. He could stand, the slice hadn't hit anything major. The guy was toying with him! Damn it!
He needed to think fast. Earth quake on a small scale would only shake him off…..no water in the immediate vicinity to make a mud slide…..he hoped there was no one on the streets…..
Down…..down….the slight shuffle of confusion was all he needed to know it was working. He felt an immediate slice to his shoulder, followed by one to his arm. It stung, but he could feel the pressure of his feet sinking. He couldn't help but smirk, even as something heavy whacked against his side, almost sending him stumbling.
Sink!
The next hit had him flying. His sense of direction disorientated, his concentration broke. He groaned as his back hit gravel, his head banging against a car wheel in the process. He had no time to stand, he had barely gotten to his knees before he was sent flying through the air again, landing on a bonnet this time, glass scattering, only stopped by the blanket of sand that had cushioned his blow this time around.
A large chunk of earth suddenly went flying, and if that hadn't worked, most of the street suddenly found itself high in the air, water spilling out into the huge gap it left behind from broken pipes, and with a huge smirk with bust lip, he turned it over, hearing cars fall at the change of gravity, and slammed it back in place.
The breathing down his neck, made him turn around instantly.
"You're holding back…why?" came the angrily hoarse voice.
"If you don't know that answer, then why the hell are you fighting me?"
"If I kill you, I'll kill them all any way. You're saying defeating me now and loosing a few lives won't be worth it?" Blaise clenched his jaw once more. Lives lost were lives lost; he thanked that mentality to Dumbledore. He owed his life to that kind of thinking, and he would live thinking that way for the rest of his life.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were starting to like me! This is the second time we've come across one another." He laughed jokingly.
"You're not taking me seriously are you?" Alakai sighed in exasperation. Oh, he liked this one, for one particular fact. He wasn't as stable as he liked to say he was, from one unhinged person to another. He would recognise it anywhere. He would break, and he will destroy along his path without knowing, and Alakai would revel at having made him so.
Light. Blaise blinked almost painfully at the sudden assault of the sun, and the flashing white of Alakai's teeth.
"You're no fun thinking of others' safety." He vanished into the floor where a tilted car had cast a shadow in a disarray of pavement, road, sand and pipes. The second wince was not from the sudden glaring brightness, but of the mess he had made. Maybe….a slight miscalculation on his part.
It hadn't merely been the street he had used in his fight, but most of the block. It looked like a massive ditch had been dug and a mix of road and houses had been flung in to cover it.
Unfortunately, it wasn't something he could fix….
He stumbled quickly out of the way as people started to peer into the ditch, was that an ambulance he heard? People were starting to notice….and he had to snort at the idea that they hadn't known until now!
He walked back home in deep thought. Either he knew where the house was, or he had been tracking Blaise….both led to an uncomfortable feeling setting in his stomach.
They needed to move house, and soon. The forgotten had obviously begun to make a move.
He entered the house wearily, he wanted to go back to sleep, fuck breakfast!
"Blaise! Where have you been! We've been waiting for you to get back! Did you buy the milk?"
Milk….was not on his mind….was there even a convenience store to buy it from anymore?
That thought brought on heavy guilt, and he pursed his lips at the thought that all the damage that had been done had been caused by him. Sometimes he hated his power for involving everything that stood on it.
"Blaise!" He quickly followed the voice into the living room and rushed in, he was in no mood anymore. He felt guilty, he felt sad, he needed to think…..
"No! I did buy milk! But it is now the very last thing on my mind!" He shouted as the floor beneath them started to shake and he had to breath in deeply to keep himself in check.
"Blaise?" Cho asked softly, standing up from where she had been sitting. His sudden appearance and outburst had shocked the group, and now there was a heavy silence. No one wanted to be the first to ask.
"Are you ok?"
'No, duh!' Cho smiled slightly as if she knew exactly what he was thinking.
"Come on." She gently led him to one of the sofas, which Hermoine and Ginny kindly vacated so he could lay down, hoping she wouldn't mind his dirty clothes on her cream sofa.
"Where the fuck were you people? I mean….have you seen outside?" He started yelling as soon as his aching buttocks hit the sofa.
They stared wide eyed at him before making a rush to the window, one or two making a dive for the door. There were a couple of gasps, a few swear words here and there from one Ron Weasly, followed by a hit from his fiancé.
"Mate, we heard nothing!" Blaise put up a sulking face and crossed his arms.
"You're telling me that next time I get attacked by that mother fucker, you guys won't know? What kind of an elite team are you guys! You suck!"
Although the situation was severe, they couldn't help but laugh, which in turn, bought a smile to Blaise's lips, even though he was still fuming inside.
"We're sorry. But know that we would have been there instantly, had we known you were in trouble!"
He merely answered her with a gentle and comforting touch to the shoulder, and bought her down to lay down with him. Had it been the other way around, he would have worried too. He turned his gaze, however, towards Draco, and stared for a log while before the blonde started to glare at him.
"Are you ready?"
"Who was it?" Draco bit his bottom lip hesitantly.
"Shadow."
"Alakai then." Blaise raised an eyebrow but said nothing else.
"One of the forgotten attacked you?" Neville asked with a mixture of nervousness and curiosity.
"Neville, really, who else could have created a mess so massive?" Blaise kept his mouth shut on the fact that the damage had most likely been his fault.
"Yes. We might need to leave…" His stare rested on Hermoine this time. She nodded briefly and with a hum crossed her arms.
"I'll think of something."
"You always do. But first, I need to go contact the ministry about clearing up the mess supposed wizards made"
Blaise smirked once again, at the whispered conversation between potter and weasly.
"This is seriously wrong, mate! How the hell did we not notice? That is one massive crater!"