Four Dragon's, One Axe

Harry took another sip of hit butterbeer, its warmth doing nothing for him. He sighed,

"Girls are stupid," he stated simply,

"You've got it," said Ron,

"I mean, I had Cho, and she was a handful with the crying every time I tried to talk to her, then Ginny, who I thought," Harry paused, "I don't know, I just thought it would go for longer… and she's now broken up with me and not telling me why."

"You should get a rebound girl," stated Ron,

"What? That's a horrible idea!" Muttered Harry angrily, a frown creasing across his forehead. Ron shrugged, not dazed by Harry's remark,

"It'd make Gin jealous." Harry relaxed and silently considered it, "well, I have had bad luck with girls too mate, remember Lavender? The bracelet?" He shuddered, "that was more out of spite that relationship, and now Hermione, who I love don't get me wrong but man she's abusive." Harry laughed,

"And so, girls are stupid," concluded Ron, holding up his bottle in a mock toast before taking another sip.

"Well… duck!"

"What? Where is a duck?" Harry pushed his hand firmly on his head just as an axe swirled over and jammed itself firmly into the wall.

"Weapons?" Muttered Harry, just as the bar turned into an uproar of people running in different directions. Harry swore; turning to the doorway, Ron was now under the table, grasping desperately for his wand.

"Harry!" Yelled Ron, "my wand! I can't find it!" Harry's eyes scanned the area,

"I can't see it!" He yelled just as a spell hit the table, it fell to its side and Ron crawled clumsily behind it, he pulled his knees up to his chest.

"I'm nothing without it!" Yelled Ron, Harry pulled the axe from the wall and threw it at Ron, he caught it just before it hit his head. Ron gaped at the axe in his hand, "bloody hell! How do I use a thing like this?"

"It's sharp! Swing it around," said Harry, with no idea of better advice than that. He dodged a spell. People were running out the back exits, but were held in by those in black capes, they were taller than the Death Eaters, and Harry almost believed they were Dementor's until he saw they walked on thin black legs and had droopy wings falling behind them. Harry frowned,

"They aren't human!" He yelled, to Ron, who shuddered; still clasping around for his wand.

"Expelliarmus!" Yelled Harry, but it made no effect on them "they have no wands!" Harry said to himself just as spell hit him. He fell over to the ground, a gash appeared on his leg, opening the old one and bleeding badly. He clasped his hand over it and tried to heal it, but it didn't do much good. He yanked on the table clothe in front of him and ripped the thin material, then tied it around the wound as quick as he could.

Another spell was fired and it hit the roof, shattering a light into a million shards of glass. Harry ducked as they fell over him; he looked from underneath the table at the creatures. One of them was pointing a long, black finger that looked like a slimy, black twig at passers by, killing them one by one. Not many were getting past them, there was at least half a dozen already scattering the floor. The creatures walked further into the room, their steps wide and stocky.

"Stubefy!" Harry yelled, having again no effect. "What are these?" He called to Ron, who had now huddled into the furthest corner behind the fallen over table, cradling his axe. "Ron! This is no time to stay and hide, I need your help!" Ron's eyes widened and he took a quick look over the table before slouching back down.

"They are Dragon's that's what they are," he said, more concerned now, he swallowed.

"But, they don't look like them!" Harry jumped behind the table again,

"Bill looked after some when I was younger. They have all the qualities of dragons, the fire breathing, wings and tail but they have human qualities…" he choked out, "they know what they are doing, they are intelligent… and kill fast… their fingers are like wands,"

"How do we kill them?" Asked Harry before shooting another spell onto one of them, Ron shrugged and thought hard, "something… about … Bill told me… uh…"

"Ron!" Said Harry in frustration,

"I'm thinking! Something about no spell killing them…"

"How do I kill them then?" Said Harry, firing another disarming spell in a desperate attempt for any reaction; Ron pushed the axe towards Harry.

"That's your safest bet," said Ron, still looking for his wand. "Something about they supply you with the weapon, I don't see why… cocky bastards."

Harry jammed his wand into his back pocket, and picked up the heavy axe, the head glistening red with a sharp metal blade. Harry swallowed, he had never fought with weapons before, apart from the Basilisk and even he can admit that was by sheer luck and courage. He felt his leg throbbing underneath the bandage and saw that the bandage he had made was almost fully soaked, it wouldn't hold for much longer. He stood up and ducked a spell; people around him were dropping like flies. Some had their wand pointed and were muttering spells in scared, soft voices, of course having no result.

Harry swiftly counted them, he counted an even four; he figured the Death Eaters who sent them must have thought that was enough, and they were doing their work well. Their fingers were pointing almost in unison, causing almost instant death to those unlucky ones who were targeted. The room was dull now, the light only coming from the windows at the far end of the room now that the light had been shattered.

The dragons moved further inside the room, almost half way now and only a small few were able to get passed them. Harry finally saw their tails, dragging behind them, as slimy and black as their fingers but with small scales running down it. He tightened his grip on the axe, feeling the dry wood on his hands and the beating of his heart. Harry thought that by hard it was beating; the creatures would be able to tell and tried to relax, but to no avail.

Harry slinked under the tables, just as another was killed. His body now lay in front of Harry, eyes wide and mouth gaped open. He looked at it for a while in horror before standing and walking towards the bar amongst a mass of swirling people, running from the spells like rats.

Harry saw one of the beast's notice him; now on closer inspection he saw a thin snout sticking through the hood, as black as the shadow that surrounded it. Harry's eyes widen at the figure that now faced him, it pointed its finger and Harry jumped over the bar. Then ran to the side,

"If you can beat Voldemort, you can beat these," he said to himself. He was now behind them, as quick as he could he stood and swung the axe around his head and then smashed it onto the place he figured the neck was. With a sickening crack the head gave way and fell to the ground, as did the body. He had caught the other's attention, and they turned to him their fingers twitching and clenching.

Dark red blood dripped down the blade and Harry's eyes widened in horror when he saw all of the remaining three turning to him.

His gut was telling him to reach for his wand, even though he knew it would do no good and would just give them more time to kill him. Harry stepped forward but stumbled, his leg was finding it hard to bear his weight. The cloth was wet through and now a single line of blood ran down his calf.

"Ron!" Harry called out; he was cut short by the commotion around him. People were taking the creature's focus on one person to escape as swiftly as they could. Then in unison, the sun shining on the side of their dark faces, they lifted their hands.

Harry widened his eyes and swished the axe as fast and hard, he didn't care where it hit. It only stopped one of them and Harry had to leave the weapon stuck in the dragon's side to duck the other two, only just. When he thought he was in the clear he rose his head, in their fury one arched its neck and blew a flame, it ran past Harry's face and he felt it burn. The one which had his axe in its side let out a roar and fell; Harry took the axe from it. He was being cornered, so he ran, along the bar and to the back again, his leg throbbing and threatening to give way. Ron was crouched down holding a broken table leg,

"Are you alright Harry?" Said Ron,
"Fantastic," he uttered, touching the burn, "I need your help out there."

"I know," Ron replied, holding the sharp wood so had his knuckled turned a bright white. They walked swiftly over to them, Ron's eyes travelled to Harry's leg,

"Oh my G-,"

"It's alright," he said, "don't worry about it now." Harry still felt Ron's eyes tracing the wound, he didn't dare look down. He didn't want to see how bad it was,

"Alright we have to do this, they might be good at attacking but they don't have a great defence. So… just hit them," Ron swallowed hard and they rose to a stand.

"Ready?" Asked Harry,

"No,"
"Alright then," they swung their weapons around madly, Ron used stabbing motions, hoping to hit once ounce of flesh. The dragon Ron was fight unclasped its fingers and got a hold around Ron's throat. Because of how long their fingers were, the index finger and thumb touched easily and it began to tighten its grip.

Ron's weapon dropped to the floor with a clatter, piercing the silence that suddenly became imminent. Everyone had left, and the sound of gasping and choking for air filled the room. Harry's one blew smoke out of its nostrils and grabbed his axe, Harry fought hard to keep the grip but soon it was taken away.

He looked desperately at Ron, the colour had drained from his face and his hands desperately sought to remove the iron grip the black hands had on him. The more the creature held the weaker Ron became and soon gave up and hung limp in its hands.

Soon Harry gave into his gut feeling and reached for his wand in his back pocket, clasping the handle firmly he kicked the one he was fighting in the chest, just so he staggered then stabbed the one holding Ron through where he figured the heart would be. The creature let go of his grip and Ron fell to the ground, his body looking lifeless.

The dragon gave a howl and fell over backward, out dead. Harry turned to his, now angrier than ever, it snorted fire and pointed a finger to release another spell. Harry luckily dodged it and held his wand tighter; he pushed it into the dragon's gut and removed it quickly as if it were a sword. It staggered and admitted defeat, fleeing the bar to save itself, its wings making it glide just above the ground.

Harry finally looked down, seeing a pool of blood now surrounding his leg.

When Hermione and Ginny came back an hour later, Ron and Harry both lay unconscious on the floor.

Writer's block, Writer's block, Writer's block, Writer's block… Have to hate it. Anyway, yes, so I finally updated; apologies for the wait… again. Hope you enjoyed it, I know some hate cliff hangers but oh well. I won't be able to update for another 2 weeks but I shall when I get home. Anyway, R & R

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