The Hidden Order

by LoonyLunaLover

Disclaimer: This is a re-write (a much more mature one I'd say) of my original story of 'The Best of the Worst'. Expect updates every four days or so, considering I work full time and go to school. I do not own any of the characters in the Harry Potter series, though the OOC ones are my own creations. I do hope you enjoy (:

The girl on the floor lay still for a moment or two, before two pale hands peeked their way out of the cloak. With a small push, she lifted her torso off of the floor and looked up at her surroundings. As she did Draco was hit with the biggest, greenest eyes he'd ever seen. They were the color of emeralds and he swore he saw gold too, it was almost hypnotic.

"Who are you? and Where am I?" she said softly, scooting backwards away from them. American accent, Draco noted. Her face flashed in between faked confidence and fear, and after getting no response, her eyes shut. "This must be a fever dream."

"My dear this is no dream."

The Guardian finally spoke. The shock on his face was still slightly evident, yet was slowly being overcome with a childlike curiosity. "My dear, why don't you take a seat and I'll explain everything to you, hmm?" he asked, gesturing to the space next to Draco, where he quickly conjured a chair. Instead of providing some comfort, this move sent the girl into pure fear.

"Where did that chair come from? Oh, this has to be a dream, this HAS to be a dream. Chairs don't appear out of no where" Ranting softly to herself, the girl closed her eyes again in some attempt to escape.

"It's just simple conjuring spell, Darlin," Lucas began, clearly trying somewhat to charm the girl. "More advanced Charms classes offer it. I could probably do it too, if Quidditch didn't take up so much of my time" Draco and Gerard glanced at each other, both giving a small eye roll.

"Charms classes? Quidditch? It's like they speak another language in Australia, isn't it?" she said with a small giggle, looking towards the other boys. A confused look was exchanged amongst the group, had she perhaps completely lost her memory. It was Damien who first put two and two together, and made the announcement.

"She's a muggle." The term left his lips with a bit of distaste, something he supposed had been drilled in him since childhood.

What he didn't expect however, was her reaction.

Effortlessly she lifted herself off the floor and strode towards him, face turning stormy. He stood up to meet her, crossing his arms over his chest. "Excuse me. I may not know where I am or what the hell a 'muggle', but I can very clearly tell when I'm being insulted and belittled. I suggest that you sit back down and shut your mouth, before I shut it for you" Her words came out so fast and so confidently that Draco had to admit he was a tad impressed. Lucas and Gerard were trying to stifle their laughter while Damien and the girl stared down each other, each challenging the other to make the first move.

"Fire" The Guardian whispered, his face serious yet his eyes lighting up in amusement. He waved his hand like he'd done to the others, watching as her robe turned red. "Now Miss… oh, I still haven't caught your name, I'd like to ask you to sit and listen."

"Kaycie Summers." she introduced herself politely, eyes shooting daggers at Damien as he took his seat as well.

"Miss Summers, Kaycie if I may, it is an absolute delight to meet you. This is Lucas, Gerard, Draco and Damien, and I am the Guardian" Each boy nodded his head at the mention of their name, and Kaycie offered a warm smile to them in turn.

Draco took this moment to study her. His first thought was that she was tiny, he'd guess around 5'2", and had pretty feminine curves. Her hair was red, though a totally different shade than the Weasleys back at home, and he had to admit it was quite nice on her. Her skin was pale, much like his, yet dotted with light freckles. Then of course, there were those eyes…

"Mr. Malfoy…Draco?" The Guardian called for the third time, finally shaking him out of his reverie. "If you could stop staring at Miss Summers, I can get down to telling you why you're all here." Kaycie's cheeks burned red and Draco felt heat rise to his own as well. "Now that we're all attentive, I can begin. Thousands of years ago, there was a war between light and darkness. It lasted for years, and there seemed to be no end to human casualties. Until, the Elementist. He was a great wizard, known to be the only master of all four elements. Almost singlehandedly he won the war for the light, yet due to the intense amount of magic needed, his body was destroyed and the elements split. There was a prophesy written a few years later that when the world was once again on the brink of war, the four sons of the elements shell rise, in their father's name."

Everyone was listening attentively, drinking in every word the man spoke. It was Kaycie who spoke first. "Sir, there is no war." The four boys glanced nervously at each other. Before the older gentleman could explain, Gerard had turned to her.

"Actually there is, in our world." he began quietly, twisting his fingers. "We're all wizards, we study magic. There is an entire world hidden from your kind, non-magical folk, also known as muggles." He continued, shooting a small look towards Damien. "A man, I suppose you could call him, known as He-Who-Must-Not-Be Named…"

"Voldemort." Draco found his own voice adding in quietly.

A moment of stunned silence hit them, shocked to hear someone actually voice his name. "Yes…him. He believed in purity in our world and that all muggle born wizards and witches should be expelled and killed, along with purer blood wizards who associate with them. All the strange things that have been happening in your world? Deaths with no cause, bridges collapsing, they're all because of him."

"Why don't we just send in an Army to kill him?" Kaycie asked innocently, and Draco laughed cynically.

"Because with one word, he could have this 'army' screaming on the floor in excruciating pain, and in two they'd be dead. In addition, he has an army of his own, known as Death Eaters." he finished quietly. She could only look down at her fingers as an unknown emotion flitted across her face.

A minute or two passed in silence before Lucas spoke up again "So we're the four sons? Why us?" he asked the Guardian. Kaycie shot him a small smile, thankful for the change in topics.

"Yes…and no." the older man whispered the last part cryptically, staring off into space. "The four elements are fire, water, earth and air. She." he pointed to Kaycie, "possesses the one that should have been tied to you. Yet you have all the qualities the prophesy describes, which she lacks. Scholars have shown the link between fire and shadows, and I believe that it was somehow split. The five of you must work together to harness your abilities, and I have a feeling it's going to be more difficult for the two of you, especially Miss Summers. We're going to have to teach her how to be magic."

"I'm magic too?" Kaycie interrupted him excitedly, leaning on the edge of her seat.

"I believe so, one way to find out. Are you right or left handed?" The Guardian asked, his eyes alight with amusement.

"Right." she answered immediately.

"Good, now that will be your wand arm. Hold it out." With a small smile, he began to wave his hands over her arm and within moments, a wand materialized. "This should be perfect for you. 8 inches, Holly, with a Dragon Heartstring core…Go on, give it a wave." Kaycie's eyes bulged a little at the word Dragon and she very carefully took it from the man's hand. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, and nervously gave the wand a wave.

Nothing.

A wave of disappointment washed over her, and then it happened. A loud bang and bright green sparks exploded from the end of her wand, forming a small dragon that flew for a moment before fizzling out. Draco watched as her eyes lit up in absolute joy, a huge smile gracing her fact that he found stunning and she began to laugh. "I'm magic!" she exclaimed giving Lucas, who was sitting next to her a small hug.

"Excellent Miss Summers!" The Guardian said clapping his hands excitedly. Draco had to wonder if he was related to Dumbledore somehow, it was almost eerie how alike they were.

"I've been waiting for years to meet you, in fact this has been my soul life purpose. For three months you'll be here, learning… training. Of course in your physical bodies, it will only be a week. You will learn to master your elements, summoning them even when none is around. Wandless and nonverbal magic training will follow that, including finding your own animagi form and apparition. You'll work together in teams, watching how your elements and your personalities form strong offensive and defensive sides, seeing which flow together best."

The five of them nodded solemnly, and the elder waited a few more moments to see if there were any questions. Kaycie looked nervously towards Gerard and Lucas, mouthing the words 'apparition' and 'animagi', to which the former whispered that he would explain later.

"Well, I'm sure you all have a million questions, but we have a very busy day tomorrow and you need your sleep. Behind you are your sleeping areas equipped with food, uniforms you're required to wear at all times and other essentials such as school books and certain comfort items. Have a good night."

And as fast as he'd arrived, he was gone. Everyone sat silently for a moment, then Gerard made the first move to stand and head towards their area. Lucas, Draco and Damien followed, but Kaycie tentatively grabbed onto Damien's sleeve.

"Look…I'm really sorry about exploding on you. I was just totally out of my comfort zone and didn't know where I was and it sounded like you were insulting me…so…yeah." she stammered out a quick apology.

Damien lightly grabbed her chin and made her look up at him. "Never apologize for having a backbone. It's nice to see in a girl" he said, the semblance of a warm smile flitting on his face and a deep chuckle following. Kaycie grinned as well and looping her arm through his elbow, they joined the others.

The sleeping area consisted of five large pods floating above the floor, each with a different name on it. Drawers sat tucked under them, one being labeled FOOD, another UNIFORMS, and the final ESSENTIALS. Opening the third, Draco found a stuffed dragon from his childhood that he always slept with. Blushing slightly, he tucked it under his pillow and watched as everyone climbed into their respective beds. As soon as the last of them were in bed, everything went pitch black.

"Anybody else feel like they need a fire whiskey or two?" Lucas muttered into the darkness after a few moments in silence.

"Da." Damien grunted, and Draco made a small noise of agreement.

"No idea what the fuck that is as usual, but if it's alcohol and it's strong, then absolutely." Kaycie added, and Gerard tutted.

"Language."

More silence passed and it seemed as if everyone had drifted off to sleep. What they weren't aware of was the fact that they were all lying awake, thinking the same thing. They might have finally found somewhere they belonged.

I simply adored writing the inner thoughts of Draco during this piece and Kaycie is certainly a bundle of joy to write. Chapter IV coming soon! :)

- Smooches LL