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

Hidden Element

Chapter 50: Snowflakes

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)

"Cho!" Hermoine screamed as saw Blaise running towards them. She took out her wand at the ready and removed a few potions from her nifty bottomless bag, at the ready instantly. Blaise carefully laid down his most precious possession before lying Miya down next to her. Hermoine couldn't help but stare at the petite girl for a while, wide eyes then flying up to meet Blaise's glance.

"Are you going to help or keep staring?" He asked calmly. There was no point in getting angry. He understood. It was a strange way to fight, of thinking even, yet it was Cho's all the same. He couldn't help but be proud of her. If only his parents could see her now, a Slytherin in hiding.

"She's….." Hermoine trailed off as she began casting spells, leaving Blaise in the open. A large crash made him spin around. A massive block of ice divided the forest with a rumble.

"What the…"

"It's just Harry. He can be rather flashy when it comes to fighting, don't you think? Something about Draco being kidnapped by his newly made ex, though I'm not so sure that's the way Saito sees it."

"He's here?" Blaise growled.

"You want to pulverize him not only for Draco but for allowing whomever to do this to your wife, I get it, now go use that anger for something other than worrying."

"You'll keep her safe?" She smiled happily at him, uncorking one of the potions.

"If I see one heading my way then I'll shoot up red sparks." Blaise frowned, but nodded his head all the same before running towards the commotion.

"And don't keep looking for it either!" She shouted after him. She licked her lips as Cho gasped in a breath.

"I'm sorry, it must hurt." Cho laughed softly.

"Hurts less than when it was being made, I'll tell you that. Where were you guys?" Hermoine sighed softly.

"They were all scattered and fighting the death eaters. A certain Harry Potter came upon them and decided not to wait for the aurors and charged straight in. The other foolish boys decided they'd help. All for one and one for all." She giggled.

"Of course they were horrified when they found out where the rest of you were and instantly decided the ministry was better suited to saving the day. It took so long since they were no where near each other. Apparation works easily enough, but if you don't know where they are, you could be looking for a while."

"At least they were helping on their end. I would have been so angry had they been drinking in the pub." Hermoine laughed softly before wincing as she untied the remnants of Chos shirt around her bicep.

"You'll be ok." She told her.

"We all will. The cavalries here and I know they'll win."

She had assumed it was due to the kiss. For minutes she had almost seemed as immune to water as Yasmin was to flame. Although it was nowhere near as amazing as her counterpart, Pansy had been able to shift some of the water away. It made her glow inside as much as it peeved her off to no end that she now couldn't even scratch her.

The experiment ended with a side note that such a small kiss only made the immunity last a short while. She now regretted not having grabbed her by the shoulders and kissing her for longer.

Pansy hissed as her body was drenched, a tsunami of immense volume. This fucking dragon just kept growing bigger, and she wasn't sure where Yasmin was getting all the water from. The hotter she made herself, the more water seemed to fuel Yasmins dragon.

Luckily enough, whatever forest fire she might have made was washed away by the surrounding water and ice. Whatever burns that started to scald her skin were soothed by the lull of waves, or attacking dragon if one were to look at it that way. Whatever relief she found from her attackers powers soon seemed to try to steal her breath away. With no way to increase her range of flame, and the intensity not working, she had never found herself in such a situation before.

Another wave of water came from the side and she groaned as the pressure threatened to snap her ribs. She was sure that not only was her body covered in her own burns, but bruises as well. Her phoenix descended on the stream, plunging them into steam. A whip of water wafted away most remnants of the white vapour and headed for her once again. Yet this time she felt something she had never felt before.

Her whole body jerked at the sudden contact, she couldn't move for the longest moment before she fell awkwardly to one knee, struggling to keep her body from shaking. She felt like she'd just been shocked.

Head whipping to the side, she could just make out a wave of almost transparent purple tendrils wading through puddles, and heavy steps accompanied by loud shouting. Frost. She'd forgotten, they were not the only two on the battlefield. She did not know where the others were, but Harry was quite close. He'd gone straight for the leader, and Draco, of course. She gasped in revelation.

"You asshole! It's your fault I seem to be drowning here!" She shouted loudly. The more intense her flames became, the easier it was to melt ice. Hence the sudden new waves of water. How sly she was. Yasmin had already taken this into her battle plans.

"Then get away from here! You're what's causing it!" She heard a sudden yell back. It was further off than expected, yet she heard it all the same, and she couldn't help but laugh. Melted water meant puddles Harry could step on and be electrocuted by. She'd given Saito an edge over Harry. She was laughing, however, since it was hard to imagine him running around and having the time to answer.

"You want to fight me, and only me, don't you Yas? I have yet to see you fight anyone else."

"You're amazingly entertaining, I'll give you that." She smiled softly.

"Then you're just going to have to follow me, aren't you?" Pansy stuck her tongue out childishly before running off.

Yasmin couldn't believe. She had run away! This wasn't some sort of game of cat and mouse! This was serious! Worldy proportioned serious! At the same time, she couldn't help but pout once more and huff that her playmate had run away. She hummed to herself, unsure if she should find someone else that would be more than willing to fight her.

There was just something that pulled her towards the red head. Oh, she knew what it was, such a fickle feeling, even though it made her bubble inside. She was loath to admit it, however. There was no time to think of such pointless things in war. War? Was that what this was? It seemed rather like they were having a dispute about who had the better toy. The death eaters they'd sent into town were no doubt fighting aurors by now. That was war, or perhaps battle leading to war. So what was this? What on earth were they actually doing?

She frowned, humming once more to herself.

"Would you stop that infernal humming and go after her!"

Yasmin cocked her head back and laughed loudly. What a kind brother she had. Even through all the fighting, he had time to eavesdrop on his sisters relationships. She paused in her steps before shaking her head. No, no no!

Crouching, she felt her body lift into the air, and then she was moving forwards and what seemed to be a surfboard.

That they had finally left was a relief. He didn't know how much longer he could have taken being shocked like that.

"Draco trusted you! Why would you do this?" Harry growled, a shower of icicles darting towards the other man.

"It's because of that trust! I know what I'm doing, and eventually, he'll believe in me again." Saito shouted back, a whip of sorts struck through most of the icicles, one slashing past his cheek. He wiped the blood quickly with his thumb as another wave of shards headed towards him.

"He doesn't want this! Why else would he have believed you! On some level he thought you were a good man. He must have!" Harry was loathe to hear himself say this, but Draco hadn't gone though the loss of everything he held dear just to end up back where he begun on the dark side. Draco didn't think that way.

"I know." It was so soft he almost hadn't heard it.

"Then what are you doing? Do you even like him that way?" Wrong thing to say, as one whip became nine and Harry felt his head split with pain as they lashed across him. He created a shield of sorts, resting his head against the cool ice. It made it feel slightly better.

"I love him. He knows that! But you're in the way!" Harry jerked up and scuttled backwards as the shield broke into pieces from its constant bashing.

"That's your opinion." He growled. The earth they stood on froze, and he chuckled as he saw Saito slip slightly to keep balance.

"He loved me just fine till you came along."

"I was always going to come along again. Surely you knew that the minute you found out who Draco really was."

"You came because of the powers! That had nothing to do with Draco!" Saito dodged a chunk of ice that jaggedly grew out of the ice where he stood, yet it proved a tiring feat. Wherever he stood, ice would form sharply beneath him in the hopes of stabbing him.

"That may have been one of the reasons, but finding Draco, whether or not he would accept me, was always going to happen. Needing to see if he was alright was always going to happen." He growled angrily.

Harry heard a splash, and his eyes widened. Almost as soon as he made to move, he felt his world shatter around him. He didn't even want to know how many volts his body was pumping. He gritted his teeth, eyes clenching. Painfully sticking his hand in the water, he raised himself up on a tower of ice. High enough for the water underneath not to be a problem. His knees buckled, but he was able to find balance and quickly kept composure.

"We should let Draco decide his own fate." Harry called down.

"And what would you do if he said he wanted to stay with me? Would you really be ok with that? Wouldn't it lead right back here?" Harry paused for a moment.

"I won't lie. After what we've gone through, and meeting back up, to suddenly turn around and say no would hurt. I wouldn't be alright with it, but that's how life goes. If it were fair I'd have my parents, and my godfather. I'd have rescued every single being I couldn't manage to save. Something I've learnt though is that it all comes down to choice. Those that died, died for the cause and they chose it. What Draco chooses might not be thing I want, but it will be his none the less. That's the funny thing about love. You forget that you're two individuals that need to make separate choices. You can't just force him down the path you want."

"When it comes to choice, love never works out for the bad guy." Saito sighed softly.

"You can still become good."

"And he still wouldn't be mine then either, would he?"

"Maybe, maybe not." Saito laughed softly.

"You don't believe a word of what you've just said Potter. I could hear you grit your teeth from here."

"I'm not going to tell you what I believe. From experience, only having told others beliefs will influence your choice."

"Potter…" Saito started, but nipped his bottom lip instead. He sat down on the iced grown, shivering slightly at the dropped temperature.

"What?"

"Die!" Something menacing shone in violet eyes, like fire and lightning in one. His vision was suddenly obscured as something along the lines of a net fell over him. Now pressed to every surface of his body and tangled around limbs, Harry found it hard to escape. With every passing second he felt more pain, an electrical current running over him.

He needed to stop trusting people. What was everything in his life for if he couldn't even find the skills necessary to kill the bad guy out right. Then again, Saito had never killed a family member, or threatened the world as we know it. Alright, perhaps the latter, but he had stopped. The feeling of love was a notion that the man was not all bad.

What was he thinking at a time like this? Looking over the side of his raised platform, he could make out the blonde, still unconscious from the backlash of electricity that kept hitting him during the fight. Hadn't he just finally gotten back into the real world? Hadn't he finally gotten Draco back by his side?

His paleness made Harry worry. Had he received too many shocks? Was he body going to be alright when he woke up? If only he hadn't raised himself on this damn ice cube he would have been able to stretch out his hand.

He could feel his body spasm once more, and a terrifying scream was released. He couldn't hold it back any more. It hurt so much. When you're told not to stick your finger in a plug, of course you'll do it, but it never hurts this much. This was probably the way prisoners felt when they got the death sentence of 'the chair'.

The stupid thing? He'd felt so much worse before. Basilisk venom, the final battle, being electrocuted seemed so pointless. He was Harry Potter damn it. He had saved lives, and he would continue to do so!

Snip. Almost as if unconsciously, little shears of ice had begun to cut their way through the net. He was eventually able to slip out, but his body had already paid the price. He wasn't even sure if he could stand anymore, his legs didn't seem to want to get up.

What was the matter with him? What was he fighting for? He wasn't here to prove he could beat yet another evil villain. He wanted Draco back in his life. It made him smile suddenly, the fact that what he now lay panting on, was essentially a piece of the blonde. The low temperature, the slight sting, yet its radiant beauty. They were all parts of Draco.

Was the only way to end this really to kill a man that had effectively kept Draco safe all these years? Would it help right the world? Where had it ever said that the other elementals were evil? They had probably been at the wrong place at the wrong time. He shuddered to think that had Draco not changed sides, that he would have been part of the fore they were hunting.

"It's the only way any of this is going to stop, isn't it?" he whispered to himself.

His head turned skyward, he could hear a soft melody in the air. Whispers of the wind. He smiled gently as a snowflake fell across his nose. Did this count as ice? He held his hand out, and as if by command, it started to snow.

What better weapon was there to destroy evil than with love. After all, hadn't that been why he had been capable of defeating Voldemort?

"Die!"

The whisper made him lurch upwards suddenly on legs too tired to carry him properly. White mist wafted from his lips. Saito growled and with a push of electricity, Harry's pillar of support came tumbling down.

"Die already!"

"No!"

His voiced seemed to echo, and for all the noise the battles around him created, Harry heard nothing but the twinkling of snowflakes. That was, until the clamor of snowflakes expanded and an explosion of ice shocked him to the ground. White filled the air, and all was still.