Harry Potter and the Fury of the Elements

Harry Potter and the Fury of the Elements

Prologue:

They met in the chamber, hooded and cloaked, four of the most powerful mages in the world. One inspecting them could have seen not even their eyes, shrouded underneath their hoods. The air around them seemed to shimmer, and become wavy due to the raw magic coursing through their veins.

They met in the Chamber of Life, so named due to the magnificent garden that ran through it. Masses of plants grew, some towering over ten feet tall. A crystal-clear river circled around, fed by a mighty waterfall. A multitude of small animals run underfoot, and flights of hawks circled overhead. From several braziers placed around the room, strange incense was burnt, and vine creepers covered walls and pillars.

However, the beauty around them was lost on the four figures, brows furrowed in concentration, strange chanting appearing from their lips.

"The Dark Lord's armies are gathering," one of the mages said, lightning crackling from his fingertips. "Our spies have found that he is recruiting more Death Eaters, and many Dark creatures are rushing to join his service."

"Any guess as the size of his forces?" This question came from the second mage, bulky and massively built, two horns protruding from his head.

"I'd say about five hundred Death Eaters. Dark creatures, well, there are too many to count, with more on the way."

The third mage pursed her lips. Pointed ears emerged from the darkness of her hood, and she spoke with a soft, musical voice. "It's even worse then we could have imagined. And the Ministry of Magic isn't helping at all."

"Really?" The sarcasm in the voice of the fourth mage was apparent, stroking his right hand, which was twisted and mutated into a large tree-root.

The third mage rolled her eyes. "Yes, Avarat. Fudge, in his incompetence, is constantly stalling the progress of his government in fighting Voldemort. The British people need to be prepared, but with Fudge's new security laws, and his lust for power, not much is being done."

Avarat laughed, a deep, growling sound. "Yes, I know, Evelas."

The second mage growled. "Magnus, if Voldemort were to launch a major attack against our territory, would your Shadow Hunters be able to defeat him?"

Magnus shook his head. "Bloodstone, my old friend, I am not sure. Perhaps if we launched a direct assault against him, we might-"

"-be utterly destroyed! Do not fool yourselves, any direct attack against the Dark Lord would be useless!" The sound of walking feet echoed within the Chamber, as a fifth figure entered.

The four mages turned around to see the newcomer. Like the others, he was hooded and cloaked, but his distinguishing feature was his eyes. They shone a vibrant yellow, like a cat, glowing eerily, two pools of light in a sea of darkness.

"Why say you that, Seros of the Spirit Walkers?" Magnus spat at the approaching figure.

"Be silent, Magnus of the Shadow Hunters! I have much to tell you, and it is of great importance. My fellow Spirit Walkers and I, analysing the streams of Time and Fate, have discovered something. Something that will aid us greatly in the war to come."

Bloodstone rattled his horns. "Well. What is it then!" he snapped in impatience.

"A prophecy. My friends, and fellow Council members, the prophecy states that in the second war against Voldemort, four Champions would arise. These Champions, mere children really, holding incredible power, would be instrumental in the fight against the Dark Lord and his armies. One of the Champions is also destined to fight the Dark Lord in single combat, and, if his skill and courage are enough, destroy him."

"The Daemonslayer is amongst them?"

"Indeed."

The room fell silent. All of the mages gathered there knew of the powers of the Spirit Walkers in predicting future events, so the accuracy of the prophecy was not in doubt. Each was lost in their thoughts for a moment, pondering the impact of it.

It was Magnus who spoke first. "Spirit Walker, such an event would be beyond our greatest hopes. But tell us, who are these Champions?"

Seros bowed his head. "That, my friends, I do not know. But, all of the Champions are children, who attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England."

"Hogwarts!"

Shock spread throughout the mages. The Daemonslayer, the one who could destroy the Dark Lord, was at Hogwarts! With three similarly powerful mages! Each of the figures thought for a moment. The silence was unbearable, as even the creatures within the Chamber fell quiet.

Bloodstone broke the quiet. "Spirit Walker, has the Council been informed?"

Seros shook his head. "No. I came as soon as it was divined."

"Very well then. We shall inform the Council of this prophecy later, but for now, let us inform Albus Dumbledore, at Hogwarts first. Magnus, select your best Shadow Hunter, and send him to England with the prophecy and our regards. If the survival of our people is to be assured, then we must join forces with the Ministry of Magic!"

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Chapter 1: If Only

The rain poured down hard, pelting the rooftops of Number 4 Privet Drive. The neighbours would be heard commenting in the days afterwards about how they had never seen such a storm before. It was like the gods themselves were grieving, and the sky shook with their rage, as lightning bolts crashed to earth, knocking out power in sections of the city.

Harry Potter gazed out the window from his bedroom. Even the storm's intensity could not match the warring emotions he felt in his heart.

Harry had returned to Privet Drive crippled with grief. His godfather, Sirius Black, the closest thing to a father Harry had, had been killed in the massive duel within the Department of Mysteries. The Dark Lord, Voldemort, was back, no doubt plotting new plan to gain domination over the wizarding world. And most of all, Harry had failed Cho Chang.

Harry lay back on his bed, and sighed. He thought of Cho, her bright face, her lively eyes, her long raven-black hair, her moist lips...He shook his head, bring him back to reality. He and Cho had broken up over an argument involving her friend Marietta, who had betrayed the DA last year.

Both of them had been stupid; Harry consumed with rage over Cedric's death, his anger at anyone who tried to help, Cho, lost in sorrow over Cedric. Both had been so short-sighted, and unable to look beyond themselves. 'If only we could have worked things out,' Harry thought. 'If only...'

"Boy! Get down here!" Uncle Vernon bellowed from the kitchen. Life at the Dursleys had been better than usual, mainly because Uncle Vernon had been too scared to do anything to Harry, fearing retribution from Mad-Eye Moody. But, it's only three days since I got back.

"Coming, Uncle." Harry said, shoving various spellbooks and magical items aside as he went down to his Uncle's voice. Since the Dursleys were too scared to mistreat him, or assign him heavy labour, he was using the extra time to study his spells, and complete homework from Hogwarts. Harry was often unsure of what was worse, maintaining the garden, or completing a two-foot long project from Professor Snape.

Harry entered the kitchen, and observed the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon was tapping his foot nervously, while reading the paper. Aunt Petunia was by the oven, baking the roast for tonight's dinner. Dudley was eating through a measly lunch of carrot sticks (courtesy of the Smeltings dieting plan), and reading the latest note from his girlfriend, Mary.

Of all the sights in this house, Dudley was probably the vilest. His title as the Junior Heavyweight Inter-School Boxing Champion of the Southeast had done two things. First, it swelled his ego to the size of the Goodyear Blimp, which was more than usual. He had already forgotten how Harry had saved him from the Dementors the previous year, dismissing the incident as "one of the freak's tricks."

Secondly, he had gotten a girlfriend, Mary Hampton, a fawning, airheaded fop, attracted to Dudley only by his fame and his strength, not his personality. Her attractive form and long, brown hair was just a façade for the total hag that lurked underneath. The way she acted around Dudley, all 'poor helpless me', was enough to make Harry vomit.

"Pay attention, boy!" Uncle Vernon's voice cut through Harry's reverie.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry muttered, teeth clenched. "Did you call?"

"Yes I did! Now, listen. Tonight, Aunt Marge will be coming to visit. After your last incident with her, I don't eve want you to be with us. You will stay in your room until we tell you otherwise. Also, Dudley's girlfriend, Mary, will be coming too. You," Vernon barked, his face turning purple, "will not come near her. Who knows what freakish acts you will do to her? If you come within ten feet of her-"

Harry groaned. It was the same lecture every time Mary would come over. Don't come near her. Respect her. Watch your manners. Stay out of the way. Keep your hands to yourself. Harry closed his eyes, trying to keep the anger in as his uncle launched his tirade. 'Okay, Harry, stay calm. He's not worth it. He's not worth it, the ugly bastard. He's not worth it...'

"-do I make myself clear?" Vernon finished, his face almost purple from his paranoid ranting.

Harry looked him straight in the eye, "Yes, Uncle. I won't go near her."

Dudley belched, spewing chunks of carrot into the air. "That's right, freak. I don't even want you looking at my girlfriend!"

Harry laughed. "Seriously, Dudders. I don't want her. Her face looks like a horse's rear end. But that's not fair, to the horse."

"You little runt, I'll-"

Dudley rose from his seat, ready to pound Harry into next week, but Vernon stopped him. Insults and bandying was one thing, but the Dursleys feared using physical action against him, in fear that Mad-Eye would transfigure them all into moles. Dudley glared daggers into Harry's back as he left the room.

Harry returned to his room, and began to write a letter to the Order. After they had left, the Order had told Harry to write to them constantly, for fear that the Dursleys would try to mistreat him, disregarding Moody's warning. Over the only three days that he had been here at Number 4, Harry had received a multitude of letters from his friends, most consoling him about Sirius' death.

Harry smiled to himself. It was good to have friends there for him. Unfortunately, they had not sent any news about Voldemort, mainly along the lines of what he was doing, and planning. He dipped his quill into the inkwell, and began to write:

'Order,

Everything is going well. The Dursleys are a bunch of jerks, as usual, but other then that, they have been treating me well. I haven't heard any news about Voldemort yet. If you have, please send it to me.

I appreciate all the support you've given to me about Sirius. However, I need some time to get over his death. Thanks for the words of kindness, but I need to get over him in my own way.

Thanks,

Harry'

Harry roused his faithful owl, Hedwig, from her slumber. "Hey, girl. Take this to the Order, okay?" He opened the window, and was immediately sprayed by the pounding rain. "Go, okay?"

Hedwig nodded, and took off, into the thundering storm.

Harry closed the window, then returned to his bed, thinking and wrestling with his feelings. For the first few days, he was constantly crying. The impact of Sirius' death was sometimes more than he could bear. He had cursed them in his sleep, Voldemort, Dumbledore, Cho, his friends, everyone, in order to find an outlet. He blamed himself for falling for the visions, for leading Sirius to his death, for breaking up with Cho, all the mistakes he had made.

But, in the end, the rage had subsided. When he lay in bed, weeping to himself. He decided to make a commitment. 'Voldemort shall pay for all the crimes he has committed. This I swear. For Sirius, Cedric, and all those who have suffered at his hands, or the hands of his followers.'

Harry Potter would have his revenge.

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Later that night, Harry listened to the sounds of pleasant conversation from down below, smelled the scent of a fine roast, and tried not to bounce off the walls of his room. For two hours now, Harry had to listen to Aunt Marge talking about her dogs, and how awful Harry's parents were, Dudley flirting with Mary, Mary responding with high praise of Dudley's muscles, and all of the other inane conversation that took place when the Dursleys invited guests for dinner.

Harry paced around the room. He was getting a major case of cabin fever in here, shut out for the outside world. No word yet of Voldemort, no unexplained deaths, no reports for the Order, probably because they were censoring his mail. Hedwig hadn't even returned yet. 'I need some answers. What is going on out there?'

As Harry pondered over his situation, he heard a scraping at the window. Grabbing his wand, he stood at his door, pointing towards the window, fearing the worst.

With a mighty crash, the window fell off its hinges, landing within Harry's room, shattering into a thousand pieces. Voices sounded from outside.

"Tonks, you moron, your going to attract the Muggles!"

"Sorry, guys!"

"Is Harry up there?"

"Let's find out."

Hovering in front of the window on their brooms, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt peered into Harry's room. "Wotcher, Harry," Tonks said, hopping into his room. "Get ready, we've got to go."

"What! Why?" Harry said, moving to block the door.

From downstairs, Aunt Marge's shrill voice barked up. "What's going on up there, boy? Doing drugs, I wouldn't be surprised."

"I'll see to the boy, Marge." Uncle Vernon replied, as he started to trudge up the stairs.

Harry swore under his breath. "My uncle is coming! You guys had better hide!" He whispered to the Order members.

"Don't worry, Harry. Let's just get your stuff together quickly." Lupin said, motioning the others forward.

They worked together with amazing precision. As Harry and Tonks began to place his Hogwarts equipment in his wooden chest, Moody and Shacklebolt pushed a small cabinet to the door, blocking the way. Lupin stood watch, checking for the all-clear signal.

"Hold on a second, boy." Moody snapped, as he applied the Disillusionment Charm. Harry felt the familiar trickling sensation running down his body, just as Uncle Vernon reached the door.

"What rubbish are you up to this time, boy?" he shouted. Moody grinned. "I see he hasn't been following my instructions."

"Only partially, Mad-Eye." Harry replied, as the door rattled.

"What is up with you cousin, Dudley-poo?" Harry heard Mary asking.

"Oh, he's just a dumb freak. Nothing to worry about."

"Well, I'm just so scared by him, a student at St. Brutus. You won't let him hurt me, will you, Dudley-poo?"

Harry clenched his wand. "Next time I see that jerk, I'm going to Transfigure him to high heaven!" he said, gritting his teeth.

"There's no time for that, Harry. We've been signalled." Lupin said, pointing to the red sparks in the distance. "Let's go!"

"BOY. OPEN THIS DOOR!"

Pausing only to attach Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage to one of the brooms, Harry and the Order took off from Privet Drive, soaring towards Number 12 Grimmauld Place, into the dark and stormy night.