Harry Potter & The Dragon-Lord of Atlantis

A fanfic by Alexander Funryuu

Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter. I wouldn't mind renting to buy Luna Lovegood or Tonks, though. I'd be willing to open negotiations for Cho or either of the Patil twins too. Not making a profit from this work. It is solely for the entertainment of myself and others. Alex and all other original characters are mine. All other borrowed ideas, characters or concepts are the property of their respective owners.

'Thoughts'

Signs

This story starts the summer after Harry's 3rd year, slight AU. I'll be adding some of my own twists on how magic works. Once this story gets going, Harry will be powerful, but hopefully not a Super Harry. Enjoy the story!

Harry had just been picked up by his Uncle Vernon at the station, and as he rode on his way home, he thought about his adventures during the past year, and his godfather, Sirius Black. Sirius, who had been locked in Azkaban prison for 12 years because he had been framed for the murder of Harry's parents, had managed to avoid being recaptured by the Ministry's prison guards, the Dementors, with the help of Harry, Hermione and a hippogriff by the name of Buckbeak. Harry was looking forward to a hopefully more pleasant summer, after he had mentioned Sirius to Vernon, and mentioned that the convicted murder was his godfather, and that he would be checking up on Harry to see how he was doing, terrifying his uncle.

As Vernon's car finally pulled up to the house at Number 4 Privet Drive, Both males noticed that there was a large moving van with a car trailer attached across the street at Number 3, where a motorcycle sat. In front of the house, stood a tall, muscular dark-skinned boy, who was telling the moving crew to take a cage into a certain room in the house, with a falcon inside of it. The boy noticed the two observing him, and waved, before picking up a box himself and heading into the house as one of the moving men came out. Another man, who could only be the boy's father judging by the resemblance to the boy in both appearance and build, pulled up in American Chevy Silverado pickup into the driveway and started unloading bags of food. The boy's father, was a very large, muscular man. 'He looks like he could give Hagrid a run for his money in arm wrestling,' Harry thought to himself. He then returned the wave and went inside his own house, while the new neighbors finished moving into the house across the street. Vernon, who had come in a bit before Harry, was asking about the new neighbors across the street, and Harry was just in time to hear her response as he was putting away his trunk & school things.

"Oh, the Portare-Tergums? There're a couple of Americans, Cecil, the father works for Interpol and was promoted and re-assigned to London. He and his son came over & introduced themselves earlier, asked for directions to the grocer's so they could stock their fridge, and about a gym."

"Oh? Odd name, Portare-Tergum. Very unusual name."

"Yes, odd. But still, he's a police inspector. It's just him and his son, apparently he's a widower."

"What about his son? He looks like some kind of athlete, maybe a boxer or rugby player."

"Alex played several sports back in America; kickboxing, fencing, and he's supposed to be a honor roll student as well. He also mentioned something about him playing an instrument or two."

"Hmm. His father must be proud of him. He almost sounds as good as our Dudders! Did he mention where young Alex will be going to school?"

"He said he was still researching schools, he wants to send his son off to another private school like he went to in America."

"Well Pet, they seem nice enough so far. perhaps tomorrow we should drop by & welcome them to the neighborhood."

"Perhaps. Now come on, we'll be having dinner soon. Dudley will be coming home tomorrow evening."

At that, Harry went up to his room to finish putting away his things and get back to grab something to eat, before everything was gone and Petunia refused to feed him. Afterwards, he went to bed.

The next day, after Harry was rudely awakened by his aunt's yells for him to get up and get started with breakfast, he went to wash up and get started with the food. After breakfast, Vernon left to go to work, and Harry was sent outside to do some gardening. As he worked on Petunia's roses, he heard two male voices, singing in cadence, and turned to see the Potares heading towards their house, wearing running shorts and shoes. It was obvious that the father-son duo had been working out early that morning, as both men were sweating. As the duo approached their own house, Alex noticed Harry and spoke to his father, who nodded and went to the house, while the younger jogged over to Harry.

"Hello, I'm Alexander Portare-Tergum, your new neighbor at Number 3. " He said as he extended his hand to Harry.

Harry shook his hand and responded, "I'm Harry, Harry Potter. Pleased to meet you Alexander."

Alex grinned back and replied, "Just call me Alex, Harry. Pleased to meet you..." Alex then noticed the distinctive scar on Harry's forehead. "Oh, you're THAT Harry Potter."

Harry raised an eyebrow at this and stepped slightly back, now slightly cautious. "What do you mean by that?" Alex looked around to make sure no one could overhear them, before replying.

"I mean that before we moved here, I read about you in a book on British magical history. I guess this means I'll be attending Hogwarts with you in the fall then." After a moment of thought, Alex asked, "So, what's Hogwarts house system like? I've read a few different things, and I'm curious."

The two boys spent a few more minutes talking over the weeding, as Alex got down and helped for a bit, before Harry said, "Well, I need to get back to work at this before I get myself in trouble. See you around." Alex nodded in reply, and jogged back across the street into his own house, to get showered and changed.

Shortly after Harry finished his outdoor chores in the garden, Vernon pulled up in the driveway, with Dudley in the car as well, causing the car to scrape the ground due to their combined weight. Vernon had Harry come out to bring in Dudley's things and a letter from Dudley's school. Unfortunately for the chunky child, the school nurse sent home notice that Dudley desperately needed to go on a diet and lose weight. Petunia decided that in order to show support for Dudley, everyone in the house would diet with Dudley.

The next morning when Harry arrived to the table, Petunia and the rest of the Dursleys were seated at the table, and Petunia was placing a quarter of unsweetened grapefruit on Dudley's plate, and then placed a much smaller piece on Harry's plate. 'Hmmph. She cuts back on my food, and gives the whale the bigger piece so he'll feel better, typical,' Harry thought to himself.

Fortunately for Harry, he had a stockpile of food and snacks from his friends, delivered by Hedwig. He had a stash of meat pies and fruitcake (The Weasleys), sugar free candy (Hermione) and rock cakes (Hagrid) which he skipped over due to previous experience with the half-giants cooking. So Harry wasn't terribly upset by the diet plan. Just then, the doorbell rang, and Vernon got up to see who it was.

Back over at the Portare household, Alex was getting back from his morning workout when his father came in, with a pair of tickets. "Hey Alex, check out what I've got! Tickets to the Quidditch World Cup!" Alex did a double-take in surprise as he looked at the tickets, which were in a good section where the game would be held.

"Sweet! Thanks dad! I didn't know you were planning this! I thought you weren't that big into Wizard sports." Alex thought back to when his father had found out he had a magical child, not to mention that Cecil was a Squib himself. Cecil shrugged as he replied, "I'm not, but I know you'd kill for the chance to go. I was able to make the arrangement at Gringots." After giving his father a big hug, Alex went to go about the rest of his day while his father was at work.

At the Dursleys, it ended up being the postman, with a letter with a multitude of stamps all over it from the Weasley family, inviting Harry to go to the Quidditch World Cup. Vernon agreed to allow Harry to go, and after Harry had been picked up (and Dudley getting a prank candy from Fred & George), Harry was at the Burrow, where Ron and Hermione were waiting, along with Ginny, Bill, Percy and Charlie. After a bit of conversation between the group of friends, everyone eventually headed to bed, eagerly awaiting the next day, so they could go the World Cup.

Once Harry was with just the other kids, he grabbed Ron & Hermione. "Hey guys, I met someone interesting when I got back to my uncle's this summer. A new family just moved in across the street from us." he commented with a bit of excitement in his voice.

"Oh? What are they like?" Hermione asked. Ron grinned slightly as he commented, "Is one of them a girl you fancy, then?"

Harry snorted as he replied, "No, a couple of Americans actually. Guy named Alex and his dad. Alex will be attending Hogwarts with us this fall, apparently." Hermione raised an eyebrow as she asked, "How do you know?"

"He recognized me from his reading apparently. But he wasn't quite so hyper about it as someone else I know," Harry said with a teasing grin. Hermione blushed slightly, remembering when she first met Harry on the Hogwarts Express their first year. She smacked Harry arm. "Prat." She continued, "So what's he like?"

"Well, we've only had a chance to talk once so far, but he seems nice enough so far. I was out weeding my aunt's garden when he was on his way back from a run, and he stopped to talk with me for a bit and helped me while we talked."

"Well Harry, do you think he'll be sorted into Gryffindor, then? Seems like a nice bloke so far," Ron commented.

"I guess we'll find out when we get to Hogwarts, Ron. I'll be sure to introduce you guys to him when we get on the Express." Their talk finished, the young teens went to bed.

The next morning, after a somewhat frantic rush for everyone to get ready, Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys who were going to the World Cup by portkey were leaving the house to meet up with Amos & Cedric Diggory, who was waiting for them at the Portkey point. After a few minutes of searching, the group found the portkey, an old boot, and after they were all touching it, they were taken to the destination point, a deserted moor. The Ministry representative waiting there quickly told Mr. Weasley where to go to find his campsite, and the group headed off. Once they got to where they were supposed to go, they were greeted by the campsite manager, Mr. Roberts. With Harry's help, he paid the campsite manager and they headed off to their site.

As they walked, Harry saw that while some people had tried to make their tents Muggle-like, some other tents were so obviously magical that he wouldn't have been the slightest bit surprised that they looked suspicious to Muggles. After a bit more walking, the group found a site with WEEZLY on it, indicating their site. To Harry's surprise, next to their site, Alex and his father were finishing putting up their own tent. At least from looking at the outside, Alex's tent seemed completely Muggle. Harry called out as he was walking over, "Hey Alex! I didn't know you were coming to this!"

Alex turned to look in surprise, as smiled as he saw who had called him. "Hey Harry! Small world, eh? How's it going, man?" he said as he stood up from where he was and walked towards Harry. As he got close enough, he reached out and shook Harry hand, as he looked over at the rest of the group that was there. "Harry, friends of yours?"

Hermione and the Weasleys got their first look at Alex, who was wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt with a skull & crossed sabers on it, declaring 'Surrender the Booty!'. After a round of introductions, Alex and his father helped the Weasleys set up their tent. Ron was the first to comment after they were done, saying "So you're coming to Hogwarts this fall. Do you know what house you want to be in? Gryffindor is the house for brave people, Ravenclaw is for people who like to study, Hugglepuff is known for loyalty. We're all Gryffindors. "

Alex shrugged. "I'm not sure myself. But I thought there were supposed to be four houses in Hogwarts. What about Slythern?"

Ron frowned. "Why you want to be a slimy snake? That's a house for Dark Wizards. Pretty much all of them are evil gits." Alex merely raised an eyebrow in response, as he considered how he could state his feelings with potentially alienating someone. 'If there's one thing that bugs the crap out of me, it's sterotyping people. But since I just got here, maybe there's something I'm missing that might explain that opinion.'

"What makes you think that? If everyone who was in that house is a criminal or an evil person, wouldn't it make sense to ship them off to a reform school or something? From what I understand, there are important people in Britain in the government and other places who were in that House." Alex replied.

Ron replied, "There hasn't been a dark wizard alive in Britain that didn't come out of that house!" Hermione joined in the conversation at this point.

"Honestly Ron, not every Slythern is evil." She considered her dealings with Malfoy and his thugs, as well as Pansy, and added, "But I do have to admit, the ones we have dealt with the most often are arrogant pure-blood bullies." Alex had a look of thoughtful confusion on his face.

"Pure-blood? You mean there are people who take that blood purity nonsense stuff seriously nowadays?" the American boy commented. "Well, that's a definite difference between Brits and Americans. I highly doubt anyone would try to push that sort of agenda openly in the States. The last group of idiots that tried something like that during the time of your last Dark Lord got put down pretty quickly."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"Pretty much, once Voldemort-types start trying to operate openly, they were hunted down by lynch mobs and law enforcement. They ended up either in prison or body bags."

"So you're saying that there aren't bigots in American magical society? I find that a bit hard to swallow," Hermione commented with a frown.

"No, I'm saying that they don't exist in America, just that they've never been bold enough to do the things that your Death Eaters did. Wizards in America left Europe for reasons similar to the Mundanes. Heck the American Magical Constitution is almost the same as the Mundane or Muggle one, as you Brits would say. The few times it's happened in America, not only were Aurors hunting them, but the average Joe on the street was just as likely to hunt them too, once it was known who they were. At least in the Midwest and the West." On our side of the pond, the old families are more concerned with having strong magical children or rare magical talents. Marriage contracts are pretty rare, but I know of a few people that were offered them that were first-generation magic users because they were metamorphs or extraordinarily powerful."

After that, the conversation moved to less weighty subjects as the groups got campfires going and relaxed as they had breakfast before the game.

Well, that's the end of the first chapter. Please read and review, constructive criticism to help me write better is greatly appreciated.