Disclaimer: None of the Characters in this story belong to me. They belong to J.K Rowling and some ideas belong to other fanfiction authors. Hecatemus is an idea I borrowed from the author of Gold Tinted Spectacles, Beren, a fic that I highly recommend, and some of the Veela facts I borrowed from Magnetic Attraction, a Harry/Draco fic by Frizzy. The only original ideas in this story are the events and all-elemental mages.


A frantic knocking at the door was the first sound to greet Harry's ears as he woke. Wondering who would be visiting the Dursleys at 8 in the morning, he stumbled down the stairs, yawning.

"It's for you, Harry," Dudley yelled, pure panic bordering on hysteria edging his voice.

"Who is it?" Harry asked sleepily, rubbing the remants of last night's sleep out of his eyes.

"Oh for gods sakes, Dursley, get out of my way and let me in," the unmistakable sound of Professor Snape's voice drifted towards Harry.

What's he doing here? Harry wondered. Isn't he supposed to be at Hogwarts this summer, doing research for Dumbledore? Why on earth is he paying me a mid-summer visit?Frowning, Harry walked into the living room, where Snape was waiting impatiently.

"What are you doing here, Professor?" Harry asked, confusion and disbelief coloring his tone.

"Dumbledore sent me to get you, Potter. The gods know I'd rather be anywhere else but in your presence-

Harry interrupted him to mutter, "The feeling's mutual."

Snape glared at the interruption and continued, "Dumbledore wishes you at Hogwarts for the remainder of the summer so that you can adjust to your newly discovered condition."

Harry Potter was utterly flabbergasted. What condition? What does he mean by that? I haven't suddenly contracted some dangerous wizardly disease, have I? I don't know of any such thing existing...

"It's not some type of disease, is it?" he blurted before he realized what he was doing. He flushed as the intensity of the Snape's glare increased.

Snape let out an exasperated sigh. "No, you foolish, irritating child. It is not a disease. Dumbledore will explain everything when we arrive at Hogwarts. Now I suggest you go back upstairs, pack your belongings, and change out of those horrid atrocities supposedly known as pajamas."

Harry glared at Snape before escaping to his room to do exactly that, thoughts of what this new development could be racing through his mind. What is it, if not a disease? Could it be some type of new power? Did I suddenly become famous? He snorted at his own thoughts. Yeah, as if it were likely that he could be anymore famous than he already was. Dumbledore would have to be a Death Eater in order for that to occur. Fame, fame, fame. I didn't ask to be famous. I don't want to be the boy-who-lived. I just want to be normal. Funny, thing, though, life never seems to give you what you want.

Author's Note: I am editing this story and making changes, so it will be renewed as quickly as possible. Mostly I am simply adding detail to the story, but I am also changing some facts, as it has come to my attention that some of the plot line is less than believable.