The Elementalist

Hey, before you get started this has been done before and I have almost completely copied the first part of this story from RETURN OF THE ELEMENTAL. That is an absolutely fantastic story and I loved the start to such a ridiculous extent I have copied much of it, I know thats gay and all but I wanted to take the story in a different direction eventually and I couldnt bring myself to ruin such a great start.
Dont worry its not exactly the same as the first.

Heres the link if you wold much rather read a much better story lol : .net/s/2786990/1/Return_Of_The_Elemental

Chapter 1

Harry took a deep breath and let out a great sat down on the edge of Dudley's old bed in his room at Privet Drive, thinking about the previous year when Barty Crouch Junior, in the guise of Alastor Moody, had put his name into the Goblet of Fire resulting in Harry having to do a series of dangerous tasks and finally resulting in him coming face to face with Voldemort, who he had in fact resurrected through his blood. He had also seen his friend, Cedric Diggory die in front of his eyes and the scenes of Wormtail raising his wand, then a flash of green light and Cedric's death kept replaying over and over in his mind. It was like a horror movie that never stopped playing in his head. There was such pain, grief and anger coursing through his veins as the night's events came back to him and where of all places did he have to relive.

Yep, he thought bitterly, nowhere better than the Dursley's to relive your worst memories. He missed his two best friends, and his only real friends, in the whole world and Dudley took no time in using this against Harry. It was just hours that he had said goodbye to them as he waved while walking away with the Dursleys. They had looked so pitying as they knew he was walking off to a holiday of hard work and food deprivation.

He also remembered being surprised when they came to the car park and he saw the Dursleys new car. It was a huge shining new four by four and Harry wondered what had caused them to buy such an obviously expensive car. When he had asked Petunia about this question, she had answered that they felt it was time to splash out but when Dudley approached the car he realized the real reason why. Dudley was now so big that he could only just fit in this car, let alone the old one.

"Missing your weirdo friends Harry?" Dudley sneered from the doorway, bringing him back to present times.

"That's a shame but don't worry because me and my friends have certainly missed you. Yes, I think we'll pay you a visit tomorrow."

Harry knew what this meant. Dudley's favourite game in the holidays had always been Harry hunting ever since he had first gone to primary school and become the notorious school bully. This had stopped for a while when he did not know Harry could not use magic outside of school but ever since the Dursleys had found out the decree against underage magic, it was as if Dudley was making up for lost time.

Suddenly something snapped inside of Harry and he just could no longer take it and all he wanted was for Dudley to leave. As if on cue with Harry's thoughts a great gust of wind came out of nowhere and blew a startled Dudley from Harry's room back into the hallway and the door slammed shut. He looked at his hands which for a mad second, looked as if an electric surge had just run over them.

Whoa, what was that, he thought confused.

Had he just done accidental magic? It hadn't felt like normal magic though. He pondered it for a while but soon gave up, resorting to the decision that he would send Hermione an owl about it. She usually had the answers.

All of a sudden, there was a scream of outrage from down below. Dudley had obviously just told Mr. Dursley what had happened. He could hear him stomping up the stairs, which were groaning under his massive bulk. Harry quickly moved to his desk and got out a piece of parchment and began to write. Harry quickly realized just how much it was going to help to have a convicted Godfather.

"Boy! You are going to rot in that room for the rest of the holiday. How dare you use your magic on my son. You are a filthy freak and I will tolerate you no longer. I..I..I" he trailed off, unable to carry on speaking he was so angry. His face was as purple as it had ever been and then he saw Harry at his desk, with his quill out.

"What are you doing" he spluttered.

"Oh, you know, just writing a letter to my Godfather" Harry said calmly, making sure to put as much emphasis on the word Godfather. Vernon Dursley's face paled.

"Oh, err…. Ok then, ill just leave you to it then, shall I?" he muttered cautiously.

"Ok" Harry said brightly, inwardly chuckling at his uncle's cowardice. It had been like that at the station. While wizards had surrounded them, Mr. Dursley had cowered along with his wife and son, glancing in every direction, making sure to keep their distance from everyone they could see. As soon as they had gone their separate ways though, he had regained his cool and started going off on one of his rants about how wizards were a danger to society and how they should all be locked up somewhere to keep them under control.

After Vernon had left, Harry wondered what to do. In the end he decided to actually write to Sirius and so he sat down and continued with what had just moments ago been a pretend letter.

Dear Sirius,

How are you? I hope everything is well and you and Beaky aren't having too much of a hard time at the moment. Are you still living in that cave or have you moved to a nicer place? I hope the answer is yes. It doesn't seem right for you, a great prankster of Hogwarts and a great and majestic bird to be cooped up in such a small place.

I have just got back from Hogwarts and am already thoroughly bored. The Dursleys are already angry with me but of course with you on the loose, I can shut them up anytime I want. Thanks for breaking out of prison. It has really helped me out this past year (wink wink). I really hope I'll be able to see you this summer. I don't see why Dumbledore has to send me back here every time. I'd much rather come and live on the run with you, haha. I may laugh but I think I'm totally serious (not Sirius as I know you will write in your reply).

It was at this point that he realized that Sirius was as good as anybody to talk to about his little problem.

One thing that has happened which I need some advice on. Earlier, when Dudley was annoying me about having no friends here, I suddenly wanted nothing more than for him to leave and a huge gust of wind blew him straight out of the room. I think it must have been magic because Dudley is now the size of a small elephant (I swear I am not exaggerating, he'll give Hagrid a run for his money soon). However, it has been a good half hour and the ministry hasn't sent anything. When Dobby the house-elf did magic in my house, the owl from the ministry swooped in literally a few minutes later as they thought that I had performed the magic and I got a warning. It hasn't happened yet. Any ideas as to what happened?

I hope we'll see each other soon.

Harry.

Harry rolled up the parchment and resolved to send it later when Hedwig returned from her hunt.

Harry's thoughts were returning to the mysterious magic when an owl flew through his window.

Oh great, he thought, I was wrong about the ministry. Shit, what if I get expelled.

However the letter wasn't from the ministry. In fact it didn't appear to be from anyone. When he opened the scroll and scanned to the bottom it hadn't been signed. With a sigh, wondering who would be writing to him now, he started to the read.

Harry,

I know this is very abrupt but then with us, it always is. I have to reveal to you that it is your destiny to defeat Voldemort and no one else's, not even Dumbledore's. I want to train you and give you the best possible chance at this. I have been watching you over these last fifteen years and I can also explain to you the bout of magic you had earlier. When I do, I think this will convince you to come into training with me as you will see that it will be part of your destiny as well. Either way, I am going to come to your house tomorrow at ten pm to receive your decision. If you accept, we will leave straight away for our destination. If you believe you will come, don't even bother packing. The only thing you will need is your wand. I will see you then. If you don't want to, (which considering everything you will have to leave behind, I think is a big possibility) I will accept it and wish you the best of luck and leave straight away. There is no pressure.

Yours faithfully,

You'll see tomorrow (I hope it's a shock)

The letter left him with so many things to think about that he decided to go to sleep or he would lose himself in his thoughts and be absolutely exhausted for his visitor tomorrow.

The next morning Harry woke up, confused for a reason he could not think of. Then when he had put on his glasses, he looked over and he saw the letter lying on his desk and the previous night's episode came crashing back. He did not know whether he wanted to go. He was intrigued to say the least but it sounded like he would have to leave everything behind. He wondered if this included his school and friends. He couldn't bear to imagine doing that and yet he still thought he would go even then. He had known really, since the night in the graveyard that the task of fighting Voldemort would fall to him and he wanted to come out the other side alive. Something about the letter told him that its writer was very powerful and he could learn a lot.

The rest of the day passed very slowly for Harry as he urged ten pm to get nearer. Finally having finished his chores at nine thirty, he sprinted up to his room to get ready. He hastily tidied his room, trying to get all his possessions but just like his hair, it was a lost cause.

21:58…..The wind blew through the open windows and rustled the curtains

21:59…. Harry strained his ears to try and hear something, anything

22:00…..Harry held his breath for the entire minute

22:01…..Harry triple checked his watch. It was very unlike a wizard to be late he thought.

22:02…Doubts started to creep into Harry's mind. Had it been a trick by the Weasley twins, or even Malfoy?

Harry sat down on his bed disappointed. He knew how much he would have to give up but even so, if this guy was for real and could teach him amazing things, he thought he would have actually gone with him. Ever since that night in the graveyard, Harry had known that he would face Voldemort again and it would probably be at the hand of each other that they would fall. He had no idea though, how close his instincts had come to forming the words of a prophecy made fourteen years beforehand.

BOOM!

"Hello Harry". Harry whirled around to see what looked like a very old man in an emerald green cloak staring at him, with a familiar twinkle in his eyes. He saw grey hair but that was really old, the cloak seemed to hide the man more than it should.

"Err, Professor Dumbledore, is that you?" Harry asked tentatively.

"No my boy, though unsurprisingly, you might think, we are somewhat distantly related, in fact I believe we are somewhat related" he said mysteriously. He then brought his fingers up to his hood and dramatically drew it off his head. Harry gasped and the old man chuckled. He had got the effect he had desired.

"It can't be you. You died… like a thousand years a-a-ago" Harry stuttered.

"That I did my boy, that I did. And yet, I am back. To train you and an honour it will be" he said.

"An honour, but..but, your…..you're Merlin," Harry said, stuttering again.

"Yes an honour, for you are the first of my kind in 777 years. Muggles fear the number six and 666 and all that but the only number that has actually any power is indeed the number 7, and so when you were born, exactly 777 years to the very second after I was born, we all knew that we were going to expect great things from you, greater than I or even my mentor – and we were considered very powerful – and you're destiny is to rid the world of Voldemort and his followers. I'm here to train you and just generally enjoy the ride, though I'm afraid I must leave you after our training is finished."

"But, what exactly are you, I mean we" Harry asked nervously. He didn't think he was anything special, at least nothing compared to Merlin,

"and are you sure I am whatever you are, I mean I'm ok at magic but nothing special. I'm not even very close to the top in my class."

"NOTHING SPECIAL!" Merlin all but shouted,

"Your special if I say you are and believe me, I AM RIGHT. I have been watching you grow up ever since I was brought back. Not only did you defeat Voldemort when you were one, you have defied him a further three times since then, even while he was at full strength with a body. If that's not special then no-one is. You're only fourteen for God's sake and yet you have won the tri-wizard tournament, beaten a whole bunch of teachers and their enchantments, HELL, YOU'VE EVEN SLAIN A BLOODY BASILISK!"

"Yeah but I had help" Harry said lamely, not wanting to appear as if he had actually done anything of noteworthy,

"Loads of help, from everyone and most of it was pure luck, and you still haven't answered my question about how you can be here when you died a seven hundred years ago. Oh and can you please be a little less loud, I have relatives who will kill me if they wake up" he finished.

"Don't worry lad, this room has been impermeable to sound ever since I arrived. And in answer to your question, I better explain a whole lot more. You're going to want to sit down, this may take a while" Merlin said, motioning to Harry's bed. He took a deep breath before beginning to speak, both of them oblivious the twenty or so men in hooded cloaks approaching the house outside and forming a semi-circle in front of the house.

"Now Harry, have you ever heard of a race called the elementals?" Harry nodded, "They were an ancient race that lived a thousand years ago and were guardians of the Earth, keeping peace where ever they could with their legendary powers" he rattled off.

Wow, I never realized how much of an influence Hermione has over me.

Merlin chuckled, "That girl has a great influence over you doesn't she. Well anyway, yes your exactly right and the last ever elemental is standing before your eyes right now. Well last but one. Anyway, they for some reason died out, Elementalists are not genetically bred, the Gods I guess choose them,, and they are extremely rare. They stopped appearing and so when my time finally came, I invented an extremely clever and complicated charm that would alert me to when a new Elementalist was born and that would give me the power to come back and train him at a time of my choosing. That time has come, have you worked out who the new Elementalist is Harry?" Harry just nodded dumbly, he couldn't be could he.

"Are you sure, I mean just now was the first time I have ever done something like that, the first time" he repeated.

"The fact that it is now makes it even more remarkable. Most do not show signs of Elementalism until early to late twenties. Your maybe a little less powerful but power will come with time." By now Harry had gotten over his initial shock and was beginning to get excited.

"Wow, this is amazing, when do we leave?" he said excitedly. Merlin simply chuckled at him enthusiasm but then grew more serious.

"Now Harry, I want you to think seriously. Coming with me will help you to a ridiculous extent but you will have to give up everything, your possessions, your birds (he said with a quick glance at Hedwig) and even your friends. I'm afraid you won't be able to communicate with them and this is no summer training camp, this will take up a good few years. Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes" Harry said with such conviction that it greatly relieved Merlin. "I have seen Voldemort come back, I know that I will miss them greatly but it is not just for the thrill of becoming an Elementalist. I'm doing it for them and everyone else."

"That is good news indeed, God knows this world is going to need you but Dumbledore will do in the mean time. Now if you take my arm, we will leave for our first destination" Merlin said smiling, extending his arm.

"Great, oh wait, can I just send this letter first" Harry asked. Merlin nodded his head and Harry walker over to her.

"I'm so sorry girl but you are going to have to stay with Hermione for a while. Is that ok, as soon as you give this to Sirius will you go and live with her." Hedwig bent her head forward to show her understanding but Harry saw in her eyes great sadness.

"I'm going to miss you too" Harry whispered before heading to the window and opening it to let Hedwig fly away. He looked at her one last time before turning back to Merlin, grabbing his arm and they vanished in the swish of a cloak. A second later, number 4 of private drive exploded.

The twenty men in cloaks had been watching private drive for a sign that they could continue. The light in one of the bedrooms had been on for a while and when Harry had come to the window and let his bird fly away, the Leader stepped forward and raised a silver hand. He then dropped it and on cue, twenty golden beams of light sped from the other nineteen wands and sped towards the house. On reaching the house, they joined and a huge explosion occurred, localized in a very perimeter of number 4. The explosion did not go any further, making it all the more vicious on what it did hit and when the dust settled, to the pleasure of all the men, nothing but a very large crater remained. Then at the signal of the silver-handed man, they all disappeared with a large crack but not before they all cackled with laughter, so loud that it woke up most of the remaining resident of Privet Drive, although a great many people had seen it for themselves.