In Their Element

Harry- Wind

I love the wind. I love the feel of it on my face when I fly. The way its rush can sweep away my cares. I like to be up high where the wind is strong and it can sweep me where it wills. When I feel the wind on my face I can forget that Voldemort is coming for me, that Cedric and Sirius and Mum and Dad are dead. I can pretend that I'm just a normal 17 year old. The wind can take me somewhere else. Somewhere safe and peaceful. The wind makes me smile. I don't smile much anymore.

It was windy the night of my final battle against evil. The wind whipped around me as I stood waiting for Voldemort.

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Draco- Ice

I've always loved winter. Ice, snow and cold. I love the way ice can take the feeling out of your fingers. I love the way snow blankets all and make it silent and emotionless. I wish I could numb my mind when Father sends me out to make killings for the Dark Lord. I wish I could cover everything in snow to muffle the Muggle's dying screams. I wish I could just leave my world of family obligations and binding masters behind and escape to somewhere cold and quiet. But I can't. I must stay here and go to Death Eater meetings so the Order can be one step ahead.

The cell they tossed me in when they found out about y treachery is cold. Ice crystals decorate the cold stonewalls.

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Ginny- Fire

I've always been attracted to fire. It's warm, dancing, flames always seem to call to me. Mum always scolded me as a child for playing with matches. But I never stopped. I love to watch the flame catch and then watch it burn down the matchstick, dropping it into a cup of water just as the flames licked my fingers. I love to sit in front of the Gryffindor fire and just watch it burn. I've always loved traveling by Floo Powder. My brothers always found it messy and uncomfortable, but I loved the feeling of being able to step into the fire and being swept away in the warm green flames.

When Lucius Malfoy found me during the Final Battle I burned him. He burned me back.

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Neville- Earth

I've always loved earth. From the times when Gran would take me to the Muggle park and let me play in the sandbox to the day Professor Sprout asked me to be her apprentice. I love the feel of the sun-warmed dirt in my hands. It comforts me. I love anything that grows. I love knowing that the plants I plant now will live and grow and multiply long after I'm gone. I love the sun on my neck and the humid greenhouses. I love knowing that they need me to nurture them as they grow. The earth makes me happy. It makes me, me.

I feel to my knees in the soft grass as Bellatrix came closer. The plants welcomed me as I fell.

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Harry died as Lord Voldemort fell, and their bodies crumbled into fine ash. Harry was swept away as the wind whipped across the barren battlefield.

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Draco died in that dark, icy cell in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor. The ice crept over his still, frozen form.

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Ginny died as Lucius Malfoy set fire to her. Her passion and energy burned as the flames enveloped her burning body.

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Neville died as Bellatrix hit him with a curse. His body was found and buried in the earth he loved.

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Wind.

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Ice

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Fire

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Earth

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Death