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 51: Snowflakes Part II

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)

White clouded his vision. Looking up, a minute hole had opened up in the heavens, clouds parting like the eye of a storm. The snow fell heavily in a wall of white, touching upon the Earth, only to blossom into ice shards. He gulped as a shiver of excitement ran through him. The temperature had dropped drastically, the cool solidified water shimmering so beautifully. It felt like a part of home, welcoming him and keeping him safe. Sprung from the ground on which the snowflakes fell, large shards of ice clawed their way upwards, jagged flower petals that hunkered delicately, albeit sharply.

Harry heard Saito release a scream, tried to hold in his shaky breath as eyes opened to a white and sparkling transparent scene. A blade of ice thrust cruelly up through Saitos left leg, the man trying to yank it out, inch by inch uncovering a red sheen on the ice as he did so. Harry concentrated, the platform on which he stood slowly melting into a puddle of water.

Hid head jerked to the side, suddenly aware that this ice had spread across the forest. Did that mean his friends had been speared, maybe even killed? His eyes found Dracos instantly. Awake, sleepy, sad.

"Draco!"

A simple groan met him. He was fine, however. Harry dodged icicles to what seemed a bare patch, where the grass still stood out, a slight wet patch maybe. In his head, he hoped Ice had been lenient in sparing his friends. It had also crossed his mind that it had not hit Draco since he knew it was a part of him.

"I'm fine, Harry. Really."

"You came by yourself! You should have waited for a bigger group!"

"Now that doesn't sound like something a Gryffindor, let alone Harry Potter would say."

"Yes, I am. You're a Slytherin." Harry sighed and swept a silken lock out of Dracos eye.

"One who's gone considerably soft since Hogwarts. I blame Hermoine, Ginny…..mostly you."

"I'm a good influence now am I? Since when did you decide that?" Draco smiled, one that reached his eyes, one that Harry knew was genuine.

"Ever since we met. You've been influencing my life. You started it all."

Harry suddenly felt dizzy, his body thumped to the side. He clutched his jaw, it stung, an obvious bruise forming. Above him, Saito growled. Hand clenched, still outstretched from the punch, blood trickling from the wound on his leg.

"Saito!" Draco shouted. "Stop it!"

"No! You don't seem to understand as much as Potter here does! This isn't just about you and me anymore. It's about finishing what was started years ago. Both our mentors scattered us across the world for a later date, knowing the other had five within his grasp. That's just the thing! We're continuing a legacy, we're unearthing the war. We have the power to destroy or create, but we can't all survive. There can't be ying and yang in this scenario, we'd always clash, always destroy a city in our fighting. We were created not to stop each other but to destroy each other. There is a difference. Bad vs Good. Evil vs so-called justice. You need to pick a side, Draco. You can't stay grey all your life!"

Draco bit his lip. He knew all of that already! He knew what he wanted, needed to do, but why was it so hard.

Harrys fist met Saitos stomach, and the man doubled over, wheezing for breath. A fist fight commenced, a swap of kicks and punches. Draco wished he could move his legs, to get up, to separate them, and stop the fighting.

He knew how it was going to end.

Harry had become stronger since Hogwarts, even without quidditch as regular training. The problem was that Saito was just a bit more bigger, muscled. He was a beast, and his punches had far more effect than Harrys. Grabbing the brunette by his shirt, he hefted him over his shoulder, thudding to the ground, grabbing a tanned neck tightly.

Harry wheezed as fingers tightened around his throat. He was already tired from the constant shocks he had been given. His arm was lifted and slammed down, and if Harry had had any breath left, he would have screamed. A large spike of ice protruded from his bicep. His eyesight started to blur. With what strength he had left, his head turned, a blurry blonde, he couldn't help but smile.

It snapped Draco out of his stupor. He was on his feet and tackled Saito off of Harry. Saito grunted, the shock of the movement knocking him off his feet.

"Draco!"

"No!" There was silence as Dracos fist impacted with Saitos nose. A reassuring crack and trickle of blood. Draco shifted backwards, Saitos eyes wide. Of course they were on separate sides, yet somewhere inside, he had hoped that even through all this they could find a way. He had tried to save Harry. It made his blood boil to think that Draco had already made a choice, one he was not going to be happy with.

"Draco…"

"You know, don't you. You knew before I got here. You knew when you took Cho, what was going to happen. Although you know you're not going to get what you want, there's something else you're after. What is it?"

"Nothing you can help me with, Draco." He held his nose, wiping the blood, wincing as he felt around his tender nose.

"You never know. I can help, we can stop. No one has to die. Evil and good can be resolved in other ways too." Saito couldn't help but laugh.

"What would your dad say if he could hear you now?"

"Does it involve Harry?" Saito raised an eyebrow, and with a wince and grinding teeth, he set his nose.

"Damnit!" He shouted.

"Does it?"

"Stop talking about Harry! Shut up!" Saito grabbed Dracos arm, pulling him roughly towards him. He was aware of Harrys shouts, a clawing sound as if he were trying to remove the spike from his arm.

"I love you." Saito shouted in his face, making Draco wince and close his eyes.

"And I did love you Saito. You know I did. Why else would I have done what I had done."

"But you'll always love him more?"

"I will always have a place for you in my heart. You helped me in a time where no one could. You helped me on my feet again, taught me to love again. I am so sorry that it turned out this way, I really am."

"I know. That's the worst of it. But that doesn't mean I can miraculously change who I am."

"You're not evil!"

"Sure I'm not, but I was raised a certain way. Something you know very well I'm sure."

"I changed." Saito released Draco and sighed.

"No Draco. You never changed, you just hid to please your father. When you're young, there's no difference. The older you get, you start to realize the parts of you that you never had. Death Eaters, killing, that was never you."

"But I…"

"You understand the darkness, the lust for power, but you don't make a bid for it, never step towards it, because you know its something you don't want. But Draco, trying to stop this fight, standing in the middle, will solve nothing. I will always think the way I do, will always seek power, will always walk this path. One side has to win."

Saito suddenly kicked Draco in the stomach, launching him backwards, his head hitting ice. Whilst he lay disorientated, Saito had rushed to Harry, who almost had the ice from his arm. Seeing the man run towards him, he rushed it and pulled, feeling something rip within his arm. Getting to his feet, he met Saito half way, their fist fight continuing, this time Harry making sure to stay away from grabbing fists.

Draco hissed, a streak of blood dripping down his temple. Something felt wrong. His head felt woozy, his mouth like cotton. Licking his lips, Draco focused on the fight before him. They had started using elements again. They were going to kill each other.

If only he had his wand, if only he had his power, if only he had just as much strength as the two before him seemed to have.

He needed something, needed something!

A pang, skip of a heart beat, a pang in his chest. He knew this feeling. This sick feeling. Dark, plunging feeling. Words couldn't leave his lips, a whisper lost to the wind as grunts of pain and will to strike filled it. Dark, dark, dark.

Harry saw Saito tense, pausing mid strike. He had no time to think, an instant veil of darkness washing over him. Alakai? It was impossible, Blaise had gone after the bastard. Blaise was too stubborn to die, especially when his wife had been hurt in the process. It was the sudden, striking pain that told him whose power had engulfed him. A funny feeling of floating, yet crashing to the ground. Pain, yet numb. It was sad, angry, painful to the core. It was Draco.

"Draco!" He shouted, another scream following as he felt a smash against his body. Like pincers were ripping his body, like flame was burning him. It was horrid, and invisible all at once. He could feel the hole in his bicep stretch as if fingers had lodged inside and stretched.

"Draco!" A 'pop' and he was gasping for breath. A dislocated hip, a wave of ash and smoke in his burning lungs.

"Draco!" He tried to stretch his arm out. He needed to get to Draco, find Draco, touch Draco. It only worked when they were in contact though. He could feel Ice screaming inside him. It knew this element well, had always warred with it, kept it at bay, protected Dracos soul. It screamed in pain, screamed in need to find. Felt like it wanted to crawl out of his skin.

Pop. He felt his shoulder dislocate. He couldn't handle much of this. Soothe his pain. Calm him. Cold, he needed Ice, struggled to let it flow. A trickle of ice from his palms, not enough, not nearly enough.

"Draco!" He screamed loudly, a burst of power much like the previous one created a sudden flash of light before vanishing back into the darkness. It hadn't worked. He gulped, his throat sore, stuffed, unable to swallow or gulp. He didn't know if his eyes were closed or not, but they stung.

Slowly, almost as if he had been imagining things, a small white dot flitted past his vision, meandering downwards, if it was in fact downwards. The blood rushing to his head could mean he was upside down for all he knew. There was another one, and another. Soon enough, white specks came down like rain. Cool to the touch, burning yet familiar.

Snow, was it? Find him. Find him. Find him. Find him. He wished for it to spread, hoped it would fall everywhere and not just near him. He needed it to find the one it belonged to. Needed Ice to call out. Find him. He could hear a tendon tear, and had he had a voice he would have screamed with everything he had.

He crashed to the ground. Broken, torn, bleeding, his eye sight taking almost forever before the landscape became clear. He could hear it, someone calling. Was it Ice? Here, I'm here. Find me.

Sparkling fluffy white, bit into his wounds, but it only reminded him of Draco, causing a smile to flit across his face. There was no doubt of his beauty; he also had a wicked, spoilt tongue. Quick to temper, quick to question, and fabulous all the same.

"Harry!" That was him! His name! Where? Soft hands clutched at him, screams all around him. He couldn't quite make out what.

Then there was darkness.

When he opened his eyes, it was in a different room, one with white walls. White walls meant hospitals. He groaned instantly. He hated what that meant. A place where people knew him, where people would question how he had come across the injuries he had sustained. He felt a lingering familiar pain, one associated with lingering skele gro. He had been asleep for more than a day then.

"Harry! You're awake!"

"Moine. What the hell." Looking closer now, his body was at a strange angle, one arm and one leg in a sling connected to the roof.

"The nurse is going to remove them soon. You've been asleep for a long time, all the ones and tears have healed. You'll feel some stiffness for a while though. Harry, you were hurt bad. I know you hate all of this, especially since we both know this means the adults know, but this wasn't something Neville or I could heal."

"It's ok 'Moine. I understand. How many seconds do I have left?"

"Hours you mean." She grinned brightly. "Perks of having a husband who's the son of someone in the order. You weren't the only one seriously hurt. They're meeting us in five hours at my place. I had to tell them where it was, they were furious it was hidden and that we'd lied about where we were."

"Are they angry at me?"

"No. Perks of having Harry Potter as your friend. They're happy your back, I had to tell them that much at least. Professor McGonagall stated that we could get more time to get a plausible amount of time to think of an excuse since you had probably dragged us into some quest we felt was for the greater good."

Harry couldn't help but laugh.

"And what do we tell them?"

"The truth? They'll be angry, but we're adults. We have a right to fight, and we won."

"I guess you're right. You always were."

"I know. I'm brilliant."

"Draco?"

"He's fine. Shaken up. He could have killed you!"

"Please don't hold that against him."

"I wont. He couldn't help it, I get that. He tried to visit, but they won't let any of us through, something about you needing rest. Only those hospitalized were here, and I was allowed to come pick you all up. I'll be waiting outside in the waiting area."

"There are more of us in the hospital? Who?"

"Now Mr Potter. Calm down. You are healed, but don't put any pressure on your body. Mrs Granger." The nurse greeted as she walked through the door. She started the long process of removing the slings which held up two of his limbs.

"Harry, I'll meet you outside ok?" Harry smiled up at her, a slight nod, and watched the door close behind her.