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 him. 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. Grey! Draco. 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, Sailor Moon, or Roman/Greek Mythology

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 colored smoke come 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.

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.

"Ah, James Potter, move out of the way," the figure hissed.

"Not on my life Voldemort," James shouted.

"Suit yourself," Voldemort laughed.

A chunk of stone aimed at Voldemort. He laughed when the stone missed.

"STUPIFY MAXIMA!" Voldemort shouted.

James fell back 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.

"Funny another man I killed said the same thing," Voldemort laughed.

"That's not true! James!" Lily shouted.

Voldemort laughed.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort shouted.

Lily Potter fell down 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 the baby. A diamond stone seemed to fall into 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 flash flooded the room. The cloak that Voldemort had been wearing was lying empty on the floor.

Sirius Black knelt by James. He felt for a pulse but found no trace. Standing up he went up to the nursery where Lily would probably be. Lily was lying dead. Harry sat in the crib and 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 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.

And Sirius felt himself walking away from the house.