"If we both hate using the floo, why don't we just walk there?" It was a reasonable question that Dudley was asking but Harry couldn't help feel annoyed.

Dudley had given a Petunia like leature when Harry got home with frostbite on his toes. Harry had tried to stay calm about it but Dudley managed to push every button last night and now, not eight hours later and with no breakfast, he was pushing some more.

"Dudley, He aren't going to waste all morning walking there when we can floo right to the Carnival in 3 seconds flat."

"Alright, but don't throw up on me or anything."

Harry nearly did out of spit but it seemed to childish so Harry swallowed his stomach and dusted himself off.

This time, Harry walked around the white tent, avoiding the allure of the drifting snowflakes. Dudley followed. The fox and Norbert were both back at Albert Slytherin's manor. Ocean had agreed to look after them. It seemed too risky to bring the pair to the Carnaval just in case the Ringmaster tired to put a collar on Norbert again, or capture the fox.

Harry suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. When he'd first meet Norbert the little dragon had a silver collar on but when he'd showed up at the Dursleys house it was gone.

Someone must have let Norbert out, but who?

"Something wrong?" Dudley asked.

Harry ignored him and resumed walking. He kept his eyes peeled for the red, orange and yellow tent but it seemed to have been moved further away from the hustle and bustle of the main attractions.

"It's pretty big inside the tents, maybe he's hidden his tent inside another tent."

Harry shuttered at the thought. If that was the case, then the Carnaval could very well be hundreds of times bigger than what they've already seen. It could be a labyrinth.

"Maybe we should try splitting up and meeting back here in a couple of hours," Harry suggested. He needed some time on his own to calm down a little before he said something unforgivable to his cousin and ruin the tentative friendship they were building.

Dudley gave an easy shrug, "Sure but take this. I'll call you in a couple of hours so we can meet up," Dudley tossed Harry a cellphone that was easily a tenth the size of the brick phone he'd seen Vernon carrying around from time to time.

"Where did you get this?"

"It's a satellite phone, I won it in a Marksman competition at school. It's the absolutely latest in cellphone technology so please don't lose it and try not to break it."

Dudley looked a bit forlorn at the phone. Harry had already explained the problem with mixing technology and magic a few times to Dudley. He'd even tired doing a warming charm in an internet cafe the two days prior with disastrous effects.

It was a massive sign of good will that Dudley would trust Harry with such a prized possession.

Harry stuffed it in the beast pocket on the inside of his jacket and patted it a couple of times to show his cousin that he meant to take good care.

Dudley grinned as they parted ways.

Norbert's family, the Yeti settlement, and Finn were all relying on Harry to save them and Harry wasn't making any progress.

He'd only had the one glimpse of the Ring Master and that was nearly two weeks ago when they were still underwater on the Sea turtle. Now the Carnival was back open to the public and Harry had wasted a day nearly dying from exposure in the snow.

Now that he was properly searching, he was coming up blank. Every day when Harry had visited the Canaval back in England, he'd walked past the red, orange, and yellow tent that blow out warm air. Now that he needed to find it again, it was as if it had never existed in the first place.

Harry knew he was letting the others down. Finn had looked so disappointed when Dudley and Harry had shown up empty handed. He'd tried not to show it of course, but the Selkie was itching to escape the large fish tank he lived in.

Norbert never mentioned Romania, but Harry knew the little dragon missed the reserve.

Harry felt dispondante. Why couldn't he solve this problem faster?

A screeching noise, desperate and in pain, pulled harry from his menecola musing.

Dashing further into the Carnaval alleyways, Harry came to a tight looking metal cage with a starving Thunderbird. The great beast was in a tiny cage, to small for it to stretch out in much less fly. With out enough room, the thunderbird couldn't call up a storm. It looked as if the Ringmaster was trying to starve it out until the bird became more docile.

Harry was enraged.

He was in luck though, the bird didn't have a collar on yet. The only thing keeping the bird trapped was the cage.

The metal had an impressive number of wards and such on it. It would certainly be a challenging cage to brake for a wizard, luckily Harry had grown up with muggles.

Harry pulled from his pocket a selection of tools he used for picking locks. He stood as if he were admiring the bird. On feel, he used his tools to slowly drop each pin. Harry shielded his work from prying eyes until the lock clicked open. Then he hide his tools and took a step back. He took Dudley's phone out of his pocket and slipped it under some loose dirt to hide it from view, then he threw his invisibility cloak on. The cloak would have fried the phone for certain but Harry was just beginning to realize that where he his the phone meant it could just as easily be stepped on by someone passing by.

Harry desperately hoped the phone had Dudley's luck and not his own.

There was no time to move the phone just in case.

The Thunderbird burst from their cage and took to the sky.

As predicted, the Ringmaster burst out of nowhere, wand raised and ready to strike.

However the Thunderbird was ready to deal some harrowing justice.

The great bird beat its wings, within three easy stockes a thunderstorm had been called up.

Lightning danced around the thunderbird. A great bang shocked the Carnival at the same time a massive jet of light burst from the clouds and struck the Ringmaster in the chest.

Harry had hoped that would be the last of the wretched Death Eater but the grizzly wizard was made of sterner stuff.

Fried but not killed, the Ringmaster staggered to a stand and pointed his wand up at the Thunderbird.

Again a bolt of lighting split the sky. This time it stuck the Ring Master's wand, splitting in into a spray of splinters.

The evil-minded wizarded looked stunned at their now empty hand.

Harry had to stuff his fist into his mouth to stop himself from laughing at the sight of stunned animosity.

Red from his burns, the Ringmaster fleed far from the angered Thunderbird.

The amiable look was framillar to Harry. Buckbeak had given him just the same look. Swallowing his apprehension, Harry approached the bird. He scooped up Dudley phone on his way. Grateful that it was still in working condition.

The Thunderbird stood still while Harry climbed up onto its back and stead himself between the massive, electrified wings.

With a massive stroke of its wings, the Thunderbird took to the sky.

Harry stuffed his fingers between the feathers of the bird and tried not to fall off.

If flying a broom was relaxing, Flying on the back of a thunderbird was soul-soothing. By the time the pair got back to the Slytherin Mansour, Harry felt entirely placid. Unwilling to get riled about anything, even the three, strongly worded voicemails on Dudley's Phone.

Harry gave his cousin a quick call and explained what happened before going to take the new Thunderbird to meet the others in the menagerie.

Ocean had to go fetch Dudley, since without someone magical to throw the floo powder in, Dudley couldn't get home.

Dudley seemed grateful that Harry had not in fact broken his phone as he had worried. He was suitable impressed when Harry re-told the harrowing story of freeing the Thunderbird, but he was quick to point out that if Harry had followed the Ring Master he could have found the Red, Orange, and Yellow tent.

At least they knew it had to be somewhere near where the cage had been.

It was progress. Something Harry hadn't experienced in a while.