...

Trying to lock in his magic was only working in the smallest amount. The air was growing gradually hotter and it was becoming hard to breathe. Duncan tried to overwhelm Harrison's magic with his own. Despite being the current Headmaster of Nightingale his magic wasn't nearly strong enough to fight off Harrison's. Unlike his previous Nightingale Headmaster or teacher.

The younger man could see the perspiration on his brow and spoke of his struggle. It was stupid of him to come here. He should have known the man wouldn't be able to control his magic. In the end, though he didn't have much of a choice. No one else knew even a morsel of his issues. If he were to go to Hogwarts to try and find someone there too many questions would be asked. Dumbledore would try to take advantage of him one way or another.

Duncan shouted something he was unable to discern through the pounding in his ears. His hands gripped Harrison's even tighter than before. Grey magic tried to push his magic back into his body. It too was grey like smoke but every now and then he could sense the fire in his veins. How it would turn his grey magic into a fire cloud.

There was a pop and the familiar hands were exchanged for unfamiliar. Intoxicating dark magic encased him even as the fire in him railed against it. Unable to stop himself he closed his eyes wrestling with his magic.

An unfamiliar voice in a thick accent asked to Harrison he sounded like he was underwater listening in, "Is this the boy you broke me out for Duncan? He is barely a slip of a boy."

Duncan's muddled voice came through, "He is. Can you not feel it? The heat of his magic?"

The German hummed and there was another force against his magic. Harrison breathed and opened his eyes. His head was bent slightly so that he could not see the face of the wizard. What he could see were a tailored suit and a necklace. Was that? Didn't he see Luna's father wearing a necklace like that? A straight vertical line, with a circle surrounding it, and finally a triangle enclosing them both. He should know this mark. But why?

After several long moments, his magic receded back into his body. It still snapped but this time it was from within his body. Every muscle in his body went limp and he collapsed onto the man. His scent was dark and woody. Who was this man? Why would Duncan break him out for Harrison? Where had he been actually?

A warm hand touched his forehead as the German said magic thrumming into him, "Schlaf, Kleiner Schakal."

Against his will, Harrison's eyes closed and he was asleep before he could stop himself. The last thing he heard was a soft laugh from the man.

...

Tom frowned as he stood in front of the spacial ring shop. It was closed up. Not just the wards being closed but the entire shop. He knew that the man who owned the shop was gone. Evans had been gone for at least a few hours if the use of magic was any indication.

Corbin frowned, "My Lord the last magic that was used was the day we left. A portkey was used but I cannot tell where he went."

Tom said coldly, "Set up a watch. I want to know when he returns. You will ensure that it is set up and regularly reports in."

"Yes, my lord."

With that, he turned on his heel and apparated back to his home. With a crack, he appeared in his office. It was a simple office with a large desk that had its back to a window. On the walls were bookcases and a portrait. The portrait was of Salazar Slytherin. Unsurprisingly his ancestor was not in the portrait.

Salazar spent much of his time in Hogwarts. Few saw him thanks to some well-placed notice me not spells. The only known to Hogwarts portrait to most Slytherins was the one in the Common Room. Though everyone saw him no one was able to talk to him unless they were a parselmouth.

On Tom's desk was a set of books on Elementals that Salazar had told him about. As far as he could tell they were the only copies having been pulled from the Slytherin Libraries.

Elementals are individuals able to control one of the four elements. Because of this power, they were hunted, either to be killed or used. They had been declared extinct since the last one died back in 1581 after being hunted down. Tom knew that this wasn't true exactly. The previous Dark Lord Grindelwald had one among his ranks, an Air Elemental if he remembered correctly. But the fool had gotten overconfident, ending up getting his Elemental killed and thus losing the war.

Personally, Tom could not see himself committing such a grave mistake. He wanted an Elemental, but he would never rely solely on one other person. Elementals were humans, and therefore prone to make mistakes like everyone else. There was a good chance that there were Elementals out there. They likely would have gotten better at hiding to prevent another hunt for them. No one wanted to be hunted like a monster after all. Werewolves were the case and point.

The book spoke of a band marking Elementals for the world to see. Colors varied based on what element the person belonged to. The constant would be back and there was speculation in the book about the others. One did in fact match that on Evan's wrist.

The more he read the more things matched up with his puzzle. It was hard to forget how the air became as hot as fire. That was a symptom of being a Fire Elemental. His quick temper was another. If Evans wasn't an Elemental Tom would eat his socks.

The biggest problem with Elementals was that they needed an anchor. No matter how powerful or weak they were all Elementals needed someone to not only anchor their magic but their emotions. The two went hand. The last line made his eyes widen. Without an anchor the Elementals would eventually lose all control over their magic. In doing so they would burn themselves and anything around them out.