Harry Potter and the Chinese Dragon

by Gearworks

Things are not always as they seem, Britain has history. The lore of the isles, advises on how to fight magic with the old ways. Petunia admittedly does not like magic, but that does not mean she would be without defences, and Lily would keep her sister warded and up to date on the current troubles. But.. what of other relatives?

1. Chapter 1

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Dear readers, this is the start to my first Harry Potter story
if you haven't already guessed, as some of the characters who appear in this story were introduced there. ~ gearworks

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HARRY POTTER AND THE CHINESE DRAGON.

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Chapter I

Chinese Dragons

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over our head, its the rainbow

over our heads, the colors arc

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for us it is just rain, as the sun peeks out

for others the rainbow, as it rains nearby

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for others a touch of dreams, the pot of gold

the bridge of light, marking a place

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to us a early spring rain, promising new growth

a simple dream, brought to each by the rain

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for all simple hopes, of better times

a coming golden summer, sageing colored fall

family, friends, humor, that things will get better

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It was a still and quiet night at the end of October. Harry Potter turned around, shifting in his

basket, trying to go to sleep in the evenings chill. Just managing to doze off after the warming

charms had been removed, and was dreaming of vague objects as the early dawn brought him

awake again.

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the morning started with Petunia NOT screaming when she found little harry on the front step

welcome mat, intending to gather the morning paper.

watching the basket carefully, she reached for the umbrella stand, pulling out a crowbar, with

a small hammered disk dangling by silk ribbon from the hook, tapping it against a small iron bell

that hung from the umbrella stand, ringing a light chime, happy the child was unaffected, as the

bell started to glimmer, wards activated-spreading through the property, warding the house and

yard.

reaching over with the disk to the basket, letting the disk slide around the edge of the basket,

constantly in contact, she watched intently, 'nothing on the basket', drifting the disk, it slid across

blanket only flaring with light when in contacting the child and the letter.

letting the disk rest against the letter till the glow faded, petunia repeated the action allowing

the disk to rest with the child till all glows and glimmering faded, slightly startled as the child clasped

the cold iron disk in a sleepy grip.

moving softly and quietly she gathered the paper, picking up the basket, she brought the child

into the house, closing the door, the neighbors unaware of any of the events, due to the shielding

effects of the bell.

pulling the envelope, noting the small symbols on the letter's top edge, 'compulsion symbols,

hostility-geas, and blood-wards', reading the letter, she glares with venom at the signing name

'living kin' she mutters, grabbing the phone, (a smile forming, such a scarey smile, her husband,

just waking up, wandering down stairs, into the kitchen doorway notices and backpetals quickly

out of the room un-noticed by petunia), dialing a number, she is unsurprised at the answering

machine picking up, states for the recording, "great-grandfather, this is Petunia, I need you, a

family matter has cropped up" then hanging up the phone.

starting some water boiling for morning tea, she is unsurprised to see the yard has added

several mid sized light pillar-posts and mini-fencing, in the front and probably similar in the back,

she smiles at the old style blue police box now resting at the end of the street, "some-one is a

fan of the doctor?", 'at least their well trained' she thinks to herself.'

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