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 Ginny, Saito x Draco, Harry x Draco

This has not been Beta'd.

'text' is thought

"text" is talking

Phoenixstrike177: I'm sorry that there were aspects in the story that disappointed you, but then again I don't expect everyone to like it, this was, after all, my first attempt at fanfiction. As for the pairings, By Drarry do you mean Draco being seme? If you perceived it that way it was my fault as he is the uke :p However, They were together, and are now back together, I think that classifies as a Harry/Draco pairing…..I hope everyone got that part at least or I have some serious re-writing to do :D

Hidden Element

Chapter 49: Casualties

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)

Yasmin flinched as she heard running around her. Thankfully enough, everyone proved to be too busy to pay her any attention. In her cocoon of water she drew deep, even breaths before opening her eyes. There, clutched within her arms lay possibly her best friend.

"Things like this will get you killed." Pansy smiled softly, a hand reaching out to cup her pale cheek.

"How did you even know I would save you?"

"I didn't." It was true, when she had shifted herself to become flame and streaked towards the other before the rhino could impale her true self, she hadn't known the bluenette would instantly encase them from Carsly's sight.

"That was pretty cool. How did you do it?" Pansy laughed in mirth. She was quite happy right where she was.

"To be honest? I don't know. It felt strange, like I was leaving a part of myself, then again, it did look like me, didn't it?"

Yasmin carefully tucked some loose strands behind her ear and sat up, hand extending to pull Pansy up with her.

"I can't leave my friends." Pansy sighed softly. "And neither can you." Yasmin bubbled with laughter, which she tried to hold back with a hand against her mouth in case someone noticed where they were.

"Friends? Pansy, have you seen them?" Pansy smirked and rubbed her neck awkwardly.

"Comrades then?"

"Even less so. What common goal are we fighting for? So far it seems like a pack of dogs fighting over a bone. I'm no dog though." Pansy couldn't help but laugh as Yasmin pouted, her eyes widening slightly as if she were trying to pull off the 'puppy dog eyes' look.

"With that look? You look deranged." Yasmin scoffed at her and playfully punched her in the arm.

"Yas, I get that he's your brother and all, but why do you stay? You don't really believe in all of Voldemorts teachings, do you? You have plenty of muggle friends, and I can't see you hurting anyone."

"Not many people do, but don't be delusional Pansy dear, I have quite a mean streak, looking adorable and sexy whilst kicking your ass." Pansy raised an eyebrows as Yasmin fluttered her eyelashes.

"You have got to stop doing that." Pansy muttered to herself, and luckily, Yasmin hadn't heard her.

"Because, whether you like it or not Pansy, we seem to have the upper hand. Hear those pretty little screams out there? They seem to be coming from your friends, mostly." Pansy gritted her teeth. She knew she had no time to sit and chat, and it had been something they'd decided never to do. Yet here she found herself laughing with the enemy as if they were on a picnic while her friends were suffering.

"Mostly, but not all." Pansy stated enthusiastically. "I should be helping."

"You're supposed to be fighting me, you know. You've had a lot of chances."

"So have you." Pansy pointed out.

"Touche." Water fell around them in a sudden whirl, and a blast of sound hit her suddenly, as if she had been underwater. Looking at it now, the forest was in ruins. Trees collapsed on one another, ditches formed in the earth. There was the wailing of wind somewhere and a cackle that seemed too far off to pin point.

The sudden motion of hands on her face suddenly had her spin her head back towards Yasmin. A slight gasp left her lips as she found slightly blue ones pressing onto her own. It was a swift and fleeting kiss. One that left a smile on her face and a gentle look across Yasmin's face. She stepped backwards until she found herself in a part that looked like a dishevelled clearing. Her hands splayed outwards, she smiled.

"Come Pansy." As if a master ordering a slave, Pansy stood somewhat shakily. Her feats of fire magic had taken her breath from her as well as her balance. The pose was deceptively sweet, for she knew Yasmin well enough to know what those navy eyes and darkening hair meant. She felt her own hand lift towards the sky before falling down to her side.

Spreading from her hands, up her arms into the air, wings took flight, a bird appeared of vast size. Her phoenix.

"Come and take me seriously." Yasmin whispered to herself in glee. No, she did not believe in Voldemorts teachings. She did not get along with any of her so-called team-mates, nor did she think her brother was doing what was best anymore. So why follow her brother, if not for the blood they shared? It was the fight, the adrenaline that pumped. It was a terrifying yet exhilarating thought to know that whatever love you hold for mankind, the thrill of fighting it, would always conquer.

Cho growled low in her throat. She was in pain, but loath to make a sound. The wind around her cut deeply into her skin, leaving scratches, getting deeper as they clawed. She could do this. She had to do this. Where was it? Where was it?

Sneaky vines crept across the ground, searching for something. They made certain to trail across soft grass where they wouldn't be heard. It took all of Cho's concentration to keep her semi shield of tree bark in place and at the same time lure the girl into a trap. No, this was no trap, what she was thinking of was assassination, and that very thought had her feeling guilty, even knowing that her life might be in forfeit.

The soft thud of Miya falling onto her knees had her reeling back onto hers, vines lifting her surely up onto her feet. Miya gulped heavily, unsure of what was happening. The sudden rush of movement beside her, turned her head to a sullen green blossom that suddenly opened wide into a bright pink bulb with hooked teeth. She'd seen this pant in the Malfoy garden. She was terrified of it, yet she could not move her muscles, felt her breathing quicken and her heart spead up. She felt like drowning. Like her wind pipes were closing and nothing she did would get her more air.

She felt nauseas, and screamed in pain as the plant bit deep into her wrist. It hurt, it hurt, almost like tearing. And the relief of that pulling pain came quick only to the feel of wetness dropping down her side. She whimpered, too scared to look.

Cho gulped, feeling uneasy herself, hands resting breathlessly on torn jeans.

"There are thorns imbedded in your back, it's why you can't move. It's like a sedative, everything will go numb eventually. As for your element, you can't control it without the use of your hands, can you? You're still young, you're no where near as powerful. Though I have to admit, you were pretty damn imaginative."

"Kill me now." Miya whispered through an onslaught of tears.

"I can't, and I won't kill a child. No matter how many people you might have killed."

"You were just toying with me?" Miya screamed helplessly, still eyeing that damn pink plant. It skirted away, yet never left. She was afraid it would take off her other hand. Oh gods did she feel dizzy. Cho didn't answer. Miya had been a tough opponent, none of the injuries she had gained was through luring her, and they had been genuine in their creation.

"If I come closer, will you let me heal you?" Miya squinted in pain.

"But you won't give me back my hand?" Cho bit her bottom lip, unsure of what to do.

"When this is all over, you can get another one. Or we can keep this one for you so they can put it together."

"But not now?"

"Not now. I'm afraid you'd hurt my friends if I did." Miya gulped and nodded her head quickly. She winced at the retrieval of a wand from her pocket.

"You didn't use it. Why?" Casting a healing charm to stop the blood and scab the wound, Cho pocketed the wand once more.

"It would be dishonourable. We're relying on our elements now. They are us, and that's all we need to settle this."

Miya licked her bottom lip. The woman before her was kind, yet she could do such cruel things. She had, herself, done awful things, yet when they were being done to you, the world just seemed that much crueller.

"Are you ok?" Cho asked softly. Miya could only smile. The woman before her looked bad, mauled by teeth, scratched, lashed. She had put up a fight. Something she wanted to do herself. She could feel the sedatives working. She wasn't going to last much longer, her vision was blurring. Hopefully when she fell the kind woman would take that horrid plant away.

Her hand, the one still whole, lifted up slightly, she could feel the breeze stir, and for a moment, the wind in her hair made it all better. Made her feel like she was flying. Cho was knocked back by a huge force, gasping in pain as a branch went though her bicep. Ripping her arm from the tree, Cho coughed in disbelief, her hand staining crimson, much like the rest of her clothes. Ripping a large strip from her shirt once more, she tied at hurriedly around the wound, careful not to agitate it.

Miyas grin was replaced by a sudden scream releasing her dry lips as the plant once more tore its ragged teeth through her wrist.

"Carsly!" She shouted with all her might. "Carsly! Carsly! Carsly!" Her mantra quietened and trailed out as the windswept girl fell to the floor with a thud. Cho moaned as the vines withdrew like a pet, rushing to her side for praise.

A howl filled the forest, one of menace and ill intent. A guttural growl, seeking blood, wanting blood, needing blood. Thudding pads of feet rushing through bushes, howls scattered as if seeking for a lost pack mate. Cho breathed in deeply to calm herself. Miya was not dead, and she wanted to keep it that way. Withdrawing her wand to heal the other hand before she bled out, Cho saw the wand flying from her grasp before she could make out what was happening. It all happened so fast.

She released a scream as found herself being bitten once more, torn, Carsly wanted to tear her to pieces. A large trunk sprouted from under the large black wolf, causing her to yelp and let go of her prey. One tree after the other sprouted as vines tried to entangle swift feet, dodging, but never straying too far. She kept Cho in her sights at all times.

The wolf shrunk and instead she found herself looking into the wide eyes of a gorilla, thumping her chest as she shouted. The vines were no longer a hindrance. Whatever Cho seemed to throw at her, she had a transformation for. There were so many animals, deadly and skilled that lived side by side nature. Carsly, constantly being in one form or the other, probably knew those secrets too.

A leopard sunk deep claws into her leg, making her fall, pulling her towards her silky coat and dripping fangs. A branch of vines swept down to tangle her feet, yanking her from her prey once more. Carsly roared in frustration. She turned into an eagle and escaped her viney prison easily.

"I will always be one step ahead. There is no plant or tree or piece of nature I cannot run, skid or fly away from. You cannot win. Animals trump nature." If the situation hadn't been so dire, Cho might have laughed at the thought of an eagle speaking.

A woosh, the sudden rush of air from a moving object, a kaw, a flutter of wings and a huge resounding slam. Chos eyes were wide in both terror and confusion. Two huge slabs of Rock had risen from the ground and slammed the bird between them.

She couldn't hold herself up anymore, she felt herself fall, yet familiar arms circled her waist to keep her up. Her breathing quickened as she rested her head against a muscled chest.

"You have got to be kidding." She laughed to herself. For the life of her she couldn't stop. Where the hell had he been? What the fuck did he think he was doing? Her other thoughts? Why the hell had he done it so easily? Squished like an ant. Why hadn't she thought of it?

"I'm sorry I'm late." He breathed softly, arms trailed down to lift her up by the knees, bridal style.

"We can't leave. You can't leave. You have a hell of a lot to make up for."

"Please let me at least get you to Hermoine so she can see to you." She could hear the crack in his words. He was worried, then again, she probably didn't look too well. The case of bad timing on her accord. She had come across three of the elements, each leaving their mark on her.

"Ok. But bring the girl as well. She'll bleed to death otherwise."

"What the hell did you do?" Blaise sniggered. He'd never thought his wife would go to such extremes.

"Let me guess, you didn't want to kill her. Too young for you?"

"She doesn't know what she's doing. She reminds me of Cherrie." Blaise nodded. H apologised to Cho before gently hauling her over one shoulder. He did the same to Miya on the other shoulder.

"Just hold on a little more." He pleaded as he moved as quickly as he could.