So after a resounding response (even if there was only three reviews…Pointed look!...) I have decided to work on this story as well as PJND if you haven't check it out as well.

I don't own Harry potter because if I did I might just live in a mansion made of burritos…yummmm burritos.

Chapter 2:

The beast bounded through the tall trees and grass, panting and sweating. He had to get away. He may have done bad things but he had to get away. As he ran past a particularly large oak he heard a hiss as an arrow sank into the bark. He gave a yelp and ran faster. As soon as his pace picked up a shadow appeared in front of him. The beast didn't have time to think before a heavy slam landed firmly in his chest. He fell back, wounded, and looked up to see a dwarf with a clichéd large hammer on his shoulder.

Orsin stood over the beast triumphantly; Harry was right, scare it enough and it'll fall into a trap. He looked down at the ogre that had terrorized the town just a mile away, confident that their mission was close to completion. The team had been given a mission to hunt this ogre down and dispose of it. Harry had come up with a brilliant plan: smoke the thing using Paner's bow and arrows then have Orsin smash it with his hammer. But it all went to Hell the moment the ogre's eyes turned red (you see when an ogre is cornered it has the same flight or fight reflex as any normal being but with an ogre its usually fight and fight) and hit Orsin in the chest, sending him flying into one of the trees.

Harry swung down from the branch he was observing from and drew his twin short swords (they were black steel with a gold pommel and resembled gladiuses. They strapped to his back with the hilt poking over the right shoulder, and his left hip in a black leather sheath.) He gave the monster an X-shaped slash on his chest, while still in midair, only to be hit the same way as Orsin. Unlike the dwarf though, Harry managed right himself and land on his feet, skidding back a few feet. Harry's eyes brightened briefly. He sheathed the sword in his left hand, (that would be the one that goes in his back) and sent a blast of lightning from his hand, slamming it straight into the angry creature's chest. Suddenly the ground opened up around the ogre's feet and held him in place.

An arrow flew over Harry's shoulder, as he glared at the mad creature, and slammed into its eye sending blood everywhere. You'd think that that would kill it but no, it just made it angrier. Harry took the opportunity though to use his ice abilities to freeze the upper half of the ogre's body. A shadow appeared over head and a giant hammer smashed into its head squishing it (which is an amazing accomplishment, Ogres have very hard skulls.) The Ogre fell over dead just as the sun rose, bathing the three Wardens in the day's first light.

Orsin wore steel battle armor dyed various shades of brown and red. He was approximately three and a half feet tall, coming only just past Harry's hips. His beard was at least half his height (even though he was only seventeen), and shone with a brown hue that complimented his leather perfectly. Paner was clothed in earth toned dyed leather as well, but her wardrobe consisted more of greens and blues, choosing instead to represent the grass and sky. These two, when put next to each other, looked as if they were about to attend some sort of Earth Day rally, or at least go hug a few trees. Harry, on the other hand, wore gray steel armor, accented with ice blue designs. His black hair was shagging in his face, almost eclipsing his vision. Harry had to constantly move the hair out of his face so that he could see properly (something that Orsin and Paner had no trouble making fun of.)

Harry bent down and pried open the mouth of the dead ogre and tugged the curved tusk from its mouth, proof that the mission had been accomplished. As he stood he pushed the hair out of his eyes, earning a chuckle from Orsin and a smile from Paner, and placed the tusk in a leather pouch on his belt. Harry looked at his friends "This seemed too easy, one small ogre done in, in a five minute fight? What are we missing?" His friends looked worried as they too put the pieces together. As it all clicked a roar from the opposite side of the wood echoed out. There at the edge of the trees stood a full grown female Ogre (they are usually almost twice the size of the males and meaner as well).

It was ten feet tall, with stone grey skin that's very spell resistant, long matted nasty hair, and rags that thankfully cover her body. She also carried a large club that had spikes and looked very menacing. Harry took one look and sighed loudly, "I hate being right, Paner high branch cover fire, Orsin with me for a frontal assault" with their orders given the group sprang into action. The two boys sped forward drawing their weapons.

Orsin's hammer smashed into the ogre's knee as Harry, using his swords, slashed through the hamstring on the opposite leg just as an arrow shot right in to the eye just like the one before it. The creature fell pretty quickly after that, landing on its back with a furious roar, thrashing her arms about wildly. Orsin got hit and went flying…again. Harry managed to dodge only by a hairs breadth though; he tried to slice the arm only to have his sword bounce right off. An arrow flew an inch from Harry's nose and smacked into the ogre's soft flesh of the hand, pinning it to the ground. Harry took that opportunity to use his lightning ability again and sent a much more powerful bolt directly into the beast's heart, stunning it for a moment which left Orsin to pound his hammer into its shoulder, crushing it. Harry and Orsin converged on the head; Harry stabbed his sword through the only good eye it had left going into the brain at the moment Orsin's hammer came down on top of the cranium killing it stone dead.

Paner joined the two boys standing over the body of the ogre. Orsin let out a groan as he leaned on the hammer, probably had a broken rib or two from slamming into trees repeatedly. Harry already obtained the tusk of the second ogre and placed in his pouch and had his weapons sheathed. He stood, looking at his friends of nearly five years and smiled "Now we can go home." The trio went back to their camp, packed up, and headed back to the Warden's base.

Okay so I hope this lived up to your expectations. The next chapter will be the trio at the base.

Well update again soon, so until next time.

Dragon Vongola