Chapter 1: Frozen

Privet Drive was a normal street, with normal residents, well maybe except for one. The occupants of this quaint street prided themselves as being 'normal'. They would keep their lawns neat and trimmed to the appropriate height. Their expensive cars stood gleaming in the summer sun, even their homes were nearly perfect. Any: chips in the paint, smudges on the window, or dirt on the home's perfect cement walkway, was severely looked down upon. This was the way things were on Privet Drive and anything or anyone that disagreed with this was outcast from the little community. They loved their little existence, but none so much as the Dursleys.

The Dursleys lived in Number 4 Privet Drive and they used to have the perfect life; as they saw it. The Dursley family was composed of Vernon Dursley, Petunia Dursley, and their son Dudley Dursley. Hardly any one would notice the small skinny teen boy standing behind them. He wasn't a Dursley and proud of it. He really didn't conform to the usual status of Privet Drive and again he was proud of it. This boy was Harry Potter and he was anything but normal. He was the reason why the Dursley's didn't have their 'perfect' life. They didn't want the boy in their home but they didn't have a choice. Harry was their nephew. His parent's were killed when he was a year old and since then he has lived with a family that never wanted him.

There were many reasons why Harry didn't fit in at Privet drive but the most notable was his overall appearance. He was a skinny, well, down right skeletal compared to his cousin Dudley, who was a massive child. Harry usually compared Dudley to a beached whale. Something thought by the many who met the abnormally large boy. Harry's jet-black raven hair stood up at odd angles and would never lay flat. This was a constant annoyance to his relatives and he liked it. His clothes were far too baggy but that really wasn't his fault. The Dursley's refused to buy him any new clothes so he was stuck with the hand-me-downs of his large cousin. Another distinguishable characteristic of Harry Potter was his vibrant green eyes, which were often compared to his mothers, but the one thing that stood out most was his scare. A thin lightening bolt scar that was given to him the same night his parents died.

The Dursley's loath Harry because of what he was, rather than what he looked like. Harry Potter was a wizard. For the first ten years he lived at the Dursley's they tried to "Beat that nonsense out of him". Their attempts failed and on Harry's eleventh birthday Hagrid, Hogwarts grounds keeper, told him who he really was. Harry didn't believe it at first, but being a wizard wasn't the greatest shock to him that day. He also found out that he was famous in the wizarding world. Harry defeated the Dark Lord Voldemort when he was only a year old.

Harry has gone through four years of schooling at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. He had just finished his fourth year after competing in the Tri-Wizard tournament, which he won. This would have made any other student at Hogwarts jump for joy but Harry didn't. During that last task of the tournament he was transported to a decrepit graveyard with another contestant, Credic Diggory, who was killed by one of Voldemort's followers, Wormtail. That night Harry witnessed things no man should see, let a lone a fourteen-year-old boy. Harry witnessed another die and it wasn't the first time. He also saw Voldemort regain his body by using Harry's blood. The same scene has haunted his dreams ever since he returned to Privet Drive, but now he was trying to forget. Just for a moment. He needed to clear his head; he needed to get away from those horrible people that called themselves his 'family'.

Today was Harry's fifteenth birthday, and the Dursley's ignored it, or didn't know. He received many small gifts from his friends last night, as he usually did through the owl post and was grateful for it. From Ron he received another book on quidditch, which he decided to read later. As expect Hermione gave him a book, but this one he intended on reading. It was titled, "The art of Occlumency learn to protect your mind." The present he liked the most was from Sirius. At first he had no idea what it was. Then on closer inspection he found a note. Which told him it was a special money pouch, which became invisible when worn. Harry put all the Galleons into the pouch and strapped it to his belt loop. Instantly pouch faded, but he could still see an outline, like the note said. He also through in his Gringotts key for good measure.

Even though he really liked the gifts, he still felt bad about never having a proper birthday and now he just felt like being alone. The teen wandered through the many streets of Surrey, with a thin piece of finely crafted wood hidden in his sleeve. He carried his wand everywhere these days. Even though it was early afternoon he still feared an attack. Now that Voldemort was back and the ministry was refusing to believe it. He always kept his wand at the ready. He kept walking not really paying attention where he was going when he saw his cousin Dudley and his gang, smoking in the park. He watched for a moment as they sat on the swings, trying to act fearsome, but Harry wasn't fooled. He knew these boys; he knew what they were like in their homes. Especially his cousin, the infamous 'Big D', this is what his gang decided to call him. Harry knew better as his mothers more embarrassing names for him came to mind. Like Duddykins, that was Harry's favorite.

Harry didn't really want to start any trouble so he kept walking, 'Maybe by the time I come back they'll be gone' he thought to himself. He continued to walk as he heard a few of the occupants of the many homes whispering as he walked by. "Look at his clothes." They would say, "He must be a street rat," was his favorite, but tonight he didn't hear it. Harry was feared by many of the people near his home. His uncle had explained his absence from school by saying he was enrolled in St. Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boy's. Harry scoffed at the name. If his friends knew about this they wouldn't be too happy. As he thought about it, he found it rather funny. The Daily Prophet would have a field day. He could just see the headlines now, "The Boy-Who-Lived a known criminal amongst muggles". 'What rubbish' he thought.

Half an hour later Harry was making his way back towards the park where Dudley's gang sat. He hoped they wouldn't be there and for once he got his wish. The swings were empty and the repulsive boys were gone. He continued his way back to the neatly groomed Privet Drive when he heard someone yelling.

"HIT HIM AGAIN DUD." The angry voice screamed from behind. Moments later he heard a horrible crunch and a gut wrenching scream.

Harry turned around instantly heading towards the disturbance. He knew what Sirius would say, "Don't go looking for trouble now, keep your nose clean." Harry almost laughed. This coming from a man that is on the run from the law for a crime he didn't commit. A man known as the infamous Sirius Black, the dark lords most loyal death eater. This couldn't be further from the truth, but for some reason nearly everyone in the wizarding world believed it. Sirius was innocent; his friend Peter Pettigrew, a rat animagus, which betrayed Harry's mother and father for his master, Lord Voldemort, framed him. Harry hated the little man, the rat and knew one day he would get what was coming to him.

Running back towards the noise Harry noticed something. He seemed to be going much faster then he normally would have, it seemed as if the air was pushing him along. As if it was helping him run. Within seconds he reached an awful sight. Dudley and his gang had a young boy held by his arms in a dark alley, which was strange, because there was sunlight everywhere else. He was ten, maybe eleven. Dudley was standing in front of him ready to throw another punch. His fist was cocked, and his face held what seemed to be a slight smile. Just as the fist made it's way towards the boy's bloody face Harry called out.

"STOP"

Dudley turned around to see his thin, weak looking cousin standing alone. The gang snickered as they saw him. A small rat faced boy, Piers Polkiss, turned to him with a smirk and said, "I guess we have another for our game. Don't we Big D?"

Harry watched as Dudley trying to decide what to do next. He knew Harry was a wizard but he also knew Harry wasn't allowed to do magic during the summer. He could beat his cousin to a bloody pulp and his family wouldn't care. "What if Harry uses magic?" he thought to himself. Harry almost laughed as the confused expression passed the plump face of his cousin. He could almost hear what Dudley thinking and had to use all his self-control not to start laughing.

Piers was looking confused and turned back to Dudley, "Big D? Aren't you going to grab him?"

Then and there Dudley knew he had to make a decision and fast. He knew that if he didn't go after Harry he would lose face in front of his 'friends' and he couldn't allow that to happen. So he gave the order.

"Grab him." He said with his voice shaking slightly.

Harry didn't expect this; he thought that Dudley was going to back down. He thought that Harry having the ability to do magic and Dudley knowing was enough to insure him a way out of this without a fight, but he was wrong. He knew that he couldn't use his wand, which would almost guarantee his expulsion. Minister Fudge hadn't been all that happy with him when he told him what happened after he came back from the graveyard.

Harry didn't have too much time to react as four boys his age, but much bigger tried to grab him. He moved to avoid their advance and his Quidditch reflexes took over. He moved with almost supernatural speed. He knew he was fast but this was different. This was much faster then he thought he could move. His dazed look only lasted a second as the boys came at him again. Harry dodged another attack. Now he could see that they were getting frustrated.

"Slow down so I can pound you." Screamed a tall gangly boy, with a face covered in blemishes.

Harry just smirked and said, "Hey, you know I think I'll stick with my own plan thanks." Just as another boy snuck up behind him. Acting on pure instinct Harry turned around pushing one hand onto the boy's chest, while his foot snaked behind the boy's legs. Effectively sending him back a few feet tumbling to the ground.

Dudley's gang seemed to lose their confidence. They had fought many little skirmishes but not once did someone actually put up a good fight. Not once did one of their gang members fall to the ground, and here it happened. A thin boy that they used to torment regularly did the one thing they didn't think possible. He made them fear him.

Harry was still trying to dodge another boy's punch when he heard a familiar crack. It caused him to lose his concentration and the Polkiss boy landed a punch squarely on Harry's jaw. For a second everything went black for Harry as he heard the boy cry out in triumph.

Upon opening his eyes Harry saw Dudley and the four other boys standing over him. Dudley was the first to speak.

"You let the kid get away, now you have to take his place." He said in a cold icy tone. That might have scared most people when confronting a bully but Harry wasn't like most people, and there was something much worse behind them.

Harry's eyes focused on the man standing behind the hooligan's. He was a tall man dressed in a black hooded robe that hid most of his face. The only thing that could be seen from under it was long black hair and the tip of a crooked nose. Harry couldn't help but recognized that face, even if it wasn't completely exposed he knew that man anywhere.

"Hello Professor." Harry said as he looked passed his massive cousin. That was actually a lot harder then it seems since Dudley could be described as a movable wall. Speaking of Dudley he slowly turned around to see the wizard standing behind him. He didn't know that the man really didn't like Harry but he did know he was a wizard and that was enough.

Dudley took off running with his hands firmly clasped around his massive backside as he and his gang went running down the streets of Surrey screaming, "Mommmmyyyy!!!!!!"

Slowly rising to his feet Harry brushed off his clothes and turned to face his potions master. "Good evening professor. What brings you to Surrey?" Harry asked in an overly kind, mocking tone.

"Don't be stupid, you know the reason I'm here is you. Why else would I come to this place?" Snape said as he looked around with a expression of disgust. Harry didn't answer he just looked back at Snape. He knew the disgruntle potions master still had a few more insults left in him, but to his surprise Snape didn't. He seemed to calm himself, which scared Harry the most.

"We have to get back to your house. Dumbledore sent me when he found out you were no longer home. What do you think you were doing leaving the house?" Snape snarled.

"Sorry Professor but I was under the impression that I wasn't in prison." Harry said keeping his voice in monotone.

"Don't give me that Potter, you know how much danger you're in with the Dark Lord back, even I didn't think you were this stupid."

The rest of the conversation went like that all the way back to Privet Drive. Harry kept a look out for anything suspicious on the way there. He knew that there must be something happening if Dumbledore sent Snape to see him. What worried him the most is if it was with Voldemort then why would he send Snape? Professor Snape was a Death Eater spy. If Voldemort were going to attack somewhere wouldn't Snape have to go along with them to prove his 'loyalty' to Lord Voldemort?

As the reached to front walkway Harry took notice that his potions professor didn't stop, he continued with him up the walkway. "Er…Sir, I don't believe you would be welcome here. My uncle is really against all forms of magic, including the wizard that uses it."

"I don't really care what you're uncle thinks. I'm under strict orders to bring you into the house until someone else arrives to take you away from here." Snape stated as they reached the front door.

Harry just nodded, he was dreading to hear what his uncle had to say but he couldn't help but feel relieved. 'I'm leaving' he thought. Just then the door swung open revealing Harry's uncle. A bulky man with a small neck was standing in front of Harry wearing an expression of utter disgust. Harry looked over his shoulder to see where Snape went. He was standing just off to the side of Harry hidden within the shadows.

"What do you think you're doing coming back here after what you did to Dudley? He's in his room scared to death." He roared, and then he noticed the neighbors looking out their windows and his voice dropped to a whisper. "Heaven help me if you cursed him with that thing of yours. I'll do worse then have you expelled boy. You'd never leave you're room and there's nothing those freaks could do about it."

Harry was furious, especially being threatened by this narrow-minded oversized git. "What I did to Dudley? Yeah I guess avoiding a few punches from his gang would have seriously injured his psyche, if he had enough brains to develop one. And as for cursing him, I didn't. If I did he'd look a lot more like his true self, A PIG."

This was just too much for Vernon Dursley to handle. Not only has this little freak insulted his son, twice, he also mentioned his abnormality to the entire neighborhood. He reached back his hand and swung at the boy. Instantly Harry reacted moving away from the blow sure to knock him to the ground, but it never came. Professor Snape stepped in front of Harry and grabbed Vernon by the arm. Firmly holding his hand away from the boy.

"What…who…You're one of them, get away from my house. I won't STAND FOR THIS." He screamed.

"I am Professor Snape. I've come here to take Harry away from your house. You and you're family are in danger as long as he stays here so he'll be leaving." Professor Snape stated in an icy tone.

Vernon just stood there with a shocked look on his face. He didn't move, didn't blink, Harry could swear the man stopped breathing. Until Snape said, "Thank you sir for inviting us in." as he pushed Vernon inside and slammed the door shut as Harry slide in behind him.

From the kitchen Harry saw his Aunt Petunia peek her head out of the kitchen to see what was going on. Once she saw the tall man dressed in all black accompanied by Harry she screamed. Snape reacted instantly by using a silencing charm on her and mumbled something Harry could only guess was 'muggles'.

Once she noticed that no sound was coming from her she seemed to calm down a bit. Snape instructed them to sit down while he explained everything to them. He told Harry to gather his things while he talked to them.

Harry ran upstairs and burst into his room. He packed everything with lightening speed and luckily Hedwig, his snowy owl was just getting back from one of her nighttime outings. He put her in her cage and headed downstairs. The sight he saw startled him to say the least. Professor Snape was caring on a seemingly pleasant conversation with his aunt and uncle. Vernon was in the middle of a story about his drill company while Petunia was nodding and smiling.

Harry walked over to Snape and whispered, "What have you done to them, sir?"

Snape looked up at him, gave him his trademark smirk, and said, "A cheering potion always lightens the mood."

Harry did his best to suppress a laugh but he couldn't help it. Just then there was a knock on the door. Vernon said, "Harry could you be a good boy and answer that for me?"

Trying to contain his shock Harry just nodded and headed to the front door. As he neared his scar began to tingle. The pain slowly got worse. Harry knew this wasn't a good sign. He looked out the window and saw the one face he'd never like to see again. The snake like features, the lack of nose and lips, the bright red eyes, Voldemort was standing on his front lawn.

Shrouded in darkness as he should be the man was smiling. His wand was raised pointing at the wooden door separating Harry from him. Harry watched as Voldemort said the incantation and watched as the spell shot toward the front door, shattering it. Harry was blown back against the stairs. The only thing he could do was to warn Snape and his relatives. He knew Voldemort only wanted him. "Get out, he's here" Harry screamed.

"Always playing the hero Harry?" A high-pitched voice hissed. "Well I'm sorry that it won't help you or them this time. There's no escaping me Harry, I AM LORD VOLDEMORT." With that he pointed his wand at Harry and said, "Avada Kedavra." Right then Harry knew his life was over; there was nothing he could do. No escape, he just wished everything would freeze. "Stop he kept thinking, not now, not yet. I need for this to STOP." He closed his eyes as he saw the green light, and the unmistakable sound of death rushing towards him. He waited for it, and waited but nothing. Slowly he cracked one eye, opened, then his other. Instantly his eyes widened to see a miniature bright green grim reaper with its razor sharp sickle inches away from his chest.

Voldemort stood above him with his face contorted into a twisted smile. He thought that he'd won. Harry moved out of the deaths path and looked around the scene in front of him. Everything was covered in a thin layer of ice. The: chairs, lamps, fireplace, and even Voldemort. Harry took quick notice that his relatives were no longer there. "Snape must have had a portkey." He thought.

After a few stunned moments Harry tried to formulate a plan. He needed to get away and he had to do it fast. Harry rushed over to his trunk to move it, but nothing happened. It wouldn't budge. Just as Harry was about to leave he heard a roar of a fire and turned around.

There stood a man of average height that looked in his early thirties, dressed in deep crimson robes. Above the robes he wore a dark red, nearly black, leather vest. With an elaborate bow, and quiver of arrows slung across his back. His hair was spiked and dyed (or it seemed to be dyed) to look like flames. His eyes were bright orange with specs of red and yellow mixed in. The man surveyed the area before as he walked towards Harry and said, "Now this is something new."

Harry didn't know what to do, he just wanted to get away from the frozen Voldemort but his curiosity got the best of him. "Sorry sir, but what's new?"

"A wizard elemental, and a fairly strong one at that. How old are you son, and when is your birthday?" asked the red haired man.

"I'm fifteen sir, and my birthday is today July thirty first. And what's an elemental? If you don't mind my asking"

"Amazing, fifteen." He paused for a moment as if pondering something. "You should come with me and we'll discuss that later. I don't think this will last much longer." He said as he pointed towards Voldemort.

Harry considered his options. He knew that he wouldn't be able to get away from Voldemort. He didn't really know this man but he knew him well enough to know he couldn't be as bad a Voldemort.

"Where would we be going sir?"

"To Quadril, and stop with all the Sir stuff. My name is Blaze and for now you'll remain Harry, but that won't last long I'm sure."

"Yes, si…Blaze, but wait how'd you know my…?" Harry asked.

"There's no time, he'll be free any second now, I'll explain later."

"Alright, can I grab my things?" Harry asked still trying to find a reason not to trust this man who called himself an elemental.

"That you can't do, if anything is moved it will undo what you've done. I'm sure you won't need them anyway. Now stand by me and we'll be off." Said Blaze. Harry not seeing another option, and not knowing how long Voldemort would remain is his Popsicle form. He complied. Blaze responded by putting his hand on Harry's shoulder and with a burst of deep blue flames, they were gone, and Voldemort was freed.

The snake like man thawed and watched with a great satisfaction as the stairs erupted in green flames as the killing curse drove through the wood steps. He flicked his wand and the flames ceased. He peered through the smoke with his blood red eyes which held the look of satisfaction as he expected to see the dead body of the bloody-boy-who-finally-died. His expression changed almost instantly as he saw nothing but a crater in the wood. No body, no boy, nothing. He failed to kill Harry Potter again.

Voldemort stayed a second longer surveying the scene. He couldn't explain what happened. Lucius assured him the wards were down and the boy was defenseless, but now he knew the man was lying. The only thought on the Dark Lords mind was, "Malfoy will PAY."