I'm NOT JK Rowling and I don't own Harry Potter anything you don't recognize belongs to me!!! This is a semi-crossover with the comic W.I.T.C.H. Enjoy!
There have always been five elements and for as long as those elements have existed there have been those who can control them. Witches and wizards who can harness the power of the elements and use them for good or evil. Many witches and wizards don't even know that they have these powers and almost never use them; stories of elementals were just that stories weren't they? Stories of Merlin who could shoot bolts of lightning from his fingertips and Morgan Le Fay who could control the earth itself with only her mind or The story of the Chosen Five, the five who were masters of their element. Stories told to generation after generation of young witches and wizards around Britain.
The practice had died out many centuries ago but the stories lived on. Very few witches and wizards could control the element they were born under or with and even the most powerful of wizards have struggled to master their element completely. Not even Dumbledore mastered his fully.
Unknown to all this was all about to change, the darkness was brewing and those long forgotten stories would help the chosen few fight. Water, Earth, Fire, Air and Quintessence would stand up against the element of darkness, for one final time.
"My dearest Minerva." Said the portrait of Albus Dumbledore.
"Yes Albus?" Professor McGonagall asked as she tried to stifle a yawn. It was five am in the morning at Hogwarts castle and a week before term restarted. Minerva had been awoken from her sleep by the storm that was raging outside her quarters only to find the portrait of her predecessor wanted to speak with her.
"I have an important matter to discuss with you." The portrait said "This could affect the future of the wizarding and muggle worlds as we know it. I am sure you are familiar with the tales of the Chosen Ones."
"Yes Albus it is an old children's tale but I don't see what this has to do with the fate of the wizarding and muggle worlds." McGonagall replied
"All in good time Minerva." Albus smiled "Can you recount the tale?" McGonagall's frown deepened but with a sigh recounted the tale like Dumbledore had asked.
"There were five witches and wizards, three male and two female if I remember correctly. They fought against the element of darkness controlled by the Cult of Dorchadas. They won but some members of the Cult escaped and vowed future revenge on the Chosen Ones. Albus I really don't see why you are so interested in such trivial nonsense." Albus Dumbledore smiled
"My dear Minerva that tale is far from 'trivial nonsense' it is a true account of a battle between five extremely powerful elementals and the Cult of Dorchadas." McGonagall still looked unconvinced by the statement.
"Albus the ability to control elements is mere myth no witch or wizard has ever proven otherwise." She said trying to reason with Dumbledore who simply smiled at her.
"There is so much the wizarding world does not know Minerva. That tale and many others like it are true yet many do not believe that such powers exist and many fail to recognise them even when they themselves display such talents. Do you not recall Minerva that when I first met you at the tender age of eleven that you told me of the ability to make yourself fly for short amounts of time?" Dumbledore asked.
"I do but it was simple case of childhood magic many students say similar events have happened to them." McGonagall answered with a nod trying to find the reason amongst the madness.
"Not the element of air making itself known to yourself and other like you who are born under the signs of Gemini, Libra and Aquarius? You yourself are a Libra are you not?" Dumbledore pointed out.
"Yes Albus I am a Libra I was born on October 4th but that has little to do with the matter at hand." McGonagall answered rubbing her temples.
"Do you recall what one Olivia Crawford showed you when you told her of magic?" Albus pressed and McGonagall sighed.
"Albus I do not remember every muggle-born that I met!" she said in an exasperated tone.
"You told me that she produced a small flame in the palm of her hand. Is this not the element of fire showing itself to those born under the signs of Aries, Leo and Sagittarius? I myself could conjure flame from an early age."
"Albus please this is mere childhood magic!" McGonagall argued but she felt like she was fighting a losing battle.
"One Adam Messenger told me that he could make plants grow and incredible rates, this surely is not earth revelling itself to those whose signs are Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn?" Albus continued to press. McGonagall didn't respond with a counter argument but sat her eyes wide.
"It is true then? All of it true?" she asked in a whisper.
"Yes Minerva all of it is true." Albus confirmed with a nod of his head.
"What of the other elements? Water and Quintessence?" she asked.
"The element of water can be controlled by those who are born under the zodiac signs of Pisces, Cancer and Scorpio. Quintessence is the element I am least sure of. It seems to present itself to those born under any star sign but I have noticed that it seems to run in families but I am not completely sure." Albus said his expression thoughtful.
"So if the stories are true then..." McGonagall trailed of with a look of sudden understanding and then fear.
"I am afraid so the Cult of Dorchadas is also real and from recent events it seems to be reforming after nearly five centuries." Dumbledore face betrayed noting but complete calmness.
"How will we defeat them for a second time?" McGonagall asked the portrait.
"The Chosen Ones will present themselves in time Minerva. It falls to you and your teaching staff to nurture their powers, teach them to wield them and when the time is right they will face the Cult." Dumbledore said
"How can we teach them? We have only just learnt that these powers truly exist! We can't send students to be killed Albus!"
"They will not be killed. If their powers are as strong as those in the stories of old then it is the Cult of Dorchadas who should be afraid." Dumbledore said calmly.
"Which students are they?" McGonagall asked.
"Only time will tell my dear Minerva." Replied the portrait.