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Harry Potter & the Four Elements by fireceltiephoenix

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Format: Novel Chapters: 30 Word Count: 145,080 Status: COMPLETED

Rating: 15+ Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature,

Genres: Drama, Mystery, Angst Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Lupin, Snape, Sirius, Voldemort, Fred/George, OC Pairings: Harry/Ginny, James/Lily, Remus/Tonks, Ron/Hermione, Sirius/OC

First Published: 05/21/2006 Last Chapter: 10/21/2007 Last Updated: 10/21/2007

Summary:

Picking up where HBP left off...Harry Potter is onto Year 7 at Hogwarts - or so everyone thinks. Will Snape be the man everyone thinks he is? Who is the mysterious woman who everyone seems to have entrusted? Did Sirius really die or is he just lost behind the Veil? Has Dumbledore gone into the great beyond or will Harry see him in another light? When the Four Elements combine, Harry Potter might be able to destroy the man that killed his parents and gain back the life he deserved.

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Chapter 1: The Lion, the Witch, and the Phoenix [View Online] [Printer Friendly Version of This Chapter]

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 - The Lion, the Witch, & the Phoenix

The silence was deafening.

Time passed - slowly but not without fault or regret. The passage of time over the summer months had seemed to live on longer than it should have. Sunset and sunrises were inevitably longer while Hogsmead and the surrounding areas continued to become prepared for the coming of Lord Voldemort. The darkening skies that plagued Diagon Alley were just the beginning. People cowered in fear and didn't talk amongst themselves in the streets. Every day fewer and fewer people were shopping in the small shops and staying at home - waiting for the day to arrive when existence would cease.

The Ministry of Magic was constantly on guard - reaching out to everyone they could. The Aurors patrolled while other departments of the Ministry did what they could in order to calm everyone. It was no use. Even their nerves were at an end. How could anyone settle with the final battle quickly approaching? Voldemort was just patiently biding his time and waiting for the day to destroy the Chosen One - Harry Potter.

It was in a small darkened room where the last of the nightly meetings being held would end. It was on this night that the matters that they had been discussing would come to a resolution.

The room was in a small house at an undisclosed location in a tiny Muggle village on the outskirts of London. Only the select few were chosen and only the select few were granted the privilege of knowing where the meeting was being held. Along cobbled streets and through tiny alleyways, the Chosen made their way - each taking a different path to arrive at their destination so that they wouldn't be followed. Street lanterns and the stars above illuminated the walkway and the path they needed to take. The echoes of their feet could be heard from miles around in the abnormally silent night air. 1718 was barely etched on the mahogany door. The silver knocker was worn and falling apart. The windows were grimy and cobwebs were being spun in the corners by lingering spiders trying to get a decent night's snack.

One-by-one the Chosen entered the house - undistinguishable by Muggles but recognizable by who needed to recognize the house and them. The spells that protected the house would only last the night, but it would be enough time. As the last of the Chosen entered, the house shimmered from sight, being replaced by another not to raise any suspicion from passersby.

There was no time to look in the other vacant rooms as the Chosen entered. No snacks were prepared and no drinks were to be served. The matter of urgency was needed as they each strode into the den upon their arrival. There would be no time for chatting as on many other occasions. There was no time for debating or wondering about the newest Quidditch match. The night served one purpose and one purpose only. There was no room to waver from the specified decision.

Dozens of candles illuminated the room - making it seem enchanted and mysterious. Wax dripped off of the candles as the wicks were close to being extinguished. The house had been waiting for the Chosen for some time and preparations were made in accordance to the instructions given days before the scheduled arrival.