Summary: A rewrite of Elementals of the Phoenix. Harry finds out that his father is alive. And that he's an elemental. Hermione is one of the few people he still trust after this. Will the two of them be able to get past the challenges that others have put before them? Not to mention the deadly Triwizard Tournement, jealousy, dama and love, fourth year is going to be more difficult than it was planned to be. Elemental! Harry. Elemental! Hermione. Manipulative! Dumbledore. Ron, and Ginny bashing.
Warnings: character death, character bashing, violence, mild language, OOC moments
Authors Notes: Starts in the summer before fourth year during the Goblet of Fire.
Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter
Chapter 1: October 31st, 1981
James Potter sat on the sofa next to his wife, Lily Evans. Their son, Harry, was on the floor watching the colored smoke that came out of James' wand. A bang was heard through the air.
"It's Voldemort! Lily take Harry and get out of here!" James shouted.
"I'm not leaving you, James!" Lily protested.
James picked up Harry and gave him to Lily. She looked at her husband in fear, and worry— knowing that it was unlikely that James would even get out of a fight alive against Voldemort.
Lily ran up the stairs of the house. James stood in front of the door awaiting Voldemort. The door slammed open. A tall figure in a black cloak stood in front of James.
"James Potter, move out of the way," the figure hissed.
"Not on my life Voldemort," James shouted.
"Suit yourself," Voldemort laughed.
In determination to keep Lily and Harry safe, James stomped on the floor. A chunk of stone flew at Voldemort. He laughed when the stone missed.
"STUPIFY MAXIMA!" Voldemort shouted.
James fell back onto the stairs, frozen. Voldemort kicked aside the still body.
The door to the nursery door flung open.
"Step aside," Voldemort ordered.
"Never," Lily protested standing in front of a crib. Her eyes were watering,
"I said move aside you silly girl!"
"Take me, not Harry. He's... He's just a child."
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted.
Lily Potter fell over dead. Harry whom was in the crib watched. Not crying at all. Waiting for his mother to get up and laugh and his father to take of the hood. Waiting for this to all be a joke. Of course, more simplified in the mind of a baby.
Voldemort looked at Harry in disgust. A silvery white light shimmered around Harry.
Get the stone. It will bring us more power and the child is a menace, a voice hissed.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort shouted.
A blinding green flooded the room. The body of Voldemort fell onto the ground, his robes rumpled in a heap. A black smoke poured out of his mouth, circling the room before crashing out of the window and flying off into the night.
Sirius Black appeared at Godrics Hollow. The house was a wreck, the door ajar. Heknelt by James on the stairs. He felt for a pulse but found no trace of one. His best friend was dead. He trembled, wanting to cry. Surely Lily and Harry were still alive. Standing up he went up to the nursery where Lily would probably be. Lily was motionless, dead. Harry sat in the crib crying and had a lightning scar was on his forehead. He picked up baby Harry and walked out the door.
Dumbledore and Hagrid were waiting for him.
"Sirius I insist you give us Harry. He will be safe I can assure you," Dumbledore said.
"After this I have little reason to trust you," Sirius said with a scowl.
With a flick of Dumbledore's wand, Sirius felt himself giving Harry to Dumbledore.
"I think that turning Peter Pettigrew in would be a good idea," Dumbledore said. "Isn't he the one who told Voldemort of the Potters location, anyway?"
And Sirius felt himself walking away from the house. Away from Harry.