Chapter 11

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"Of course it's you," Harry gave a long suffering sigh, "was someone else too much to ask?"

"Don't worry, you won't be asking anything once I'm through with you." Lucius sneered.

At least the queen had the common sense to remain silent- unnoticed, something her body guard didn't seem to understand.

"Who are you to threaten guests of her majesty," he growled before leveling a gun at Malfoy.

"Avada Kedavra," the curse hit the body guard, but not before he pressed the trigger on his gun. He missed. Hot searing pain crawled up Harry's left hand.

"Damn it," he cursed. The queen gazed sadly at the fallen form of her comrade.

"Blaze," Brook called panicked.

"I'm fine," hissed Harry, teeth clenched in pain.

"Crucio," Harry dodged the curse.

"Brook do you have any of the twins' numbing potions?" Harry asked.

"No, but I have a charm much like it, her I'll cast it. Num," Harry felt a cold feeling settle on his arm before both the pain and the cold disappeared. Harry called flame to his still working arm. Moody gasped softly. Harry threw the fire at Malfoy who dodged. Well, he kind of dodged.

"Ack! Put it out!" His hair was blazing. It was amusing how cool, collected Malfoy went mad when something touched his hair. Maybe this was a weakness Harry could exploit.

"Gladly," Brook smiled. Then she drenched him in water, freezing him solid.

"It shouldn't have been that easy." Moody frowned.

"I know," Harry looked pensive for a minute. "He was their scout to see if they could get the job done quickly without risking their own necks by trying to control a dragon. He failed. I reckon we have ten or so minutes until the real army arrives."

"I agree," Moody barked, "Your majesty. I recommend that you and your family exit the premise now. The floo address you will go to will be…"

"Potter Cottage, Godric's Hallow. It was donated to me by one of my contacts. There will be a woman there named Amelia Bones. Explain the situation to her. Mad Eye, I recommend that you escort them."

"I'm needed to fight here,"

"The order can handle this, but I do not trust them with her Majesty's life." Harry retorted.

"Fine, but I'm not done with you boy." Moody growled.

"Control, take me to my family and then apparate us to this- safe location," the queen commanded.

"Yes your majesty," Moody gave a sweeping bow and directed her from the room. As she left there were a series of pops. Harry raised his wand threateningly, back to Brook who was doing the same. Harry frowned when he saw who it was.

"Ah, so the Order has arrived, good,"

"Who are you," Dumbledore commanded.

"My name is Blaze, this here is Brook my partner. We do not bare Riddle's mark. We have been called here to defend the queen,"

"By whom," McGonagall asked suspiciously.

"Harry Potter of course, the poor boy had quite a nasty vision. There should be another group of oh I don't know- how many?" Harry said looking at Brook.

"I reckon around twenty."

"Right so around twenty people headed by Clark right about now," there was an awkward silence. "Well in a couple of minutes anyway," Harry conceded.

"How do you know we can trust you," Tonks asked.

"You won't, but you have no choice because right now we're the only ones with all of the information," Brook supplied.

"Too true," laughed Fred.

"ickle Blaze does have a Slytherin side," chuckled George. "I doubt even his partner in crime knows everything about him,"

"Do you know them?" asked Dumbledore severely.

"Yup met them while traveling around Brittan,"

"Advertising goods,"

"Expanding our shop,"

"We trust them," Harry let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. However, any further conversation was held off by a loud ear shattering shriek.

"Charlie Weasley, this is on you," Dodge called out weakly.

"And me," Harry supplied, "I've dealt a fair bit with dragons." Fred snorted.

"You better not be lying," Charlie warned, "because this sounds like an Iris dragon," Harry gulped. He had read about Iris dragons over the summer. They were highly sentiment, magical, and intelligent creatures. They should have come with warning labels: Warning stay away product is highly violate and likely to combust at random intervals. Stay away from teeth. Highly toxic.

"I'm not, but for our sake I hope you are wrong," Harry said solemnly. Charlie nodded in agreement. "Brook, see that Control succeeded in phase 1 of the operation. Then come back and wait for Clark's group. The twins can wait with you f they so desire,"

"Are you mad?" Brook shuddered, "leave them with me and they'll likely destroy the building,"

"I wouldn't be so sure," Harry smirked, "they are actually quite afraid of- I believe they said knives?" Brook's eyes lit up in recognition. She drew two throwing knives from her boot, smiling madly. The twins paled. The dragon screeched again.

"Right, let's go," Charlie said with determination.

It was definitely an Iris dragon. Its gleaming emerald green scales gleamed in the sun.

"It's only a baby," Harry frowned.

"It looks to be sixteen years old," Charlie agreed.

"Young for a Dragon destined to live for five hundred years,"

"Yeah, although I reckon the death eaters don't know that," Harry was suddenly struck by how much like Ron Charlie sounded.

"Ready,"

"Do you know how we're going to take it down?" Charlie wondered. Harry smirked and tossed him a broom he took from HQ.

"I hear you're a decent flyer. I'll take the front. You deal with the back, try to damage its wings. I'll handle the front."

"But its fire, you never deal with a dragon from the front,"

"The fire won't be a problem. There is actually a reason I'm called Blaze you know," A small dancing flame appeared on his hand. Charlie gaped but was shook out of his reverie by the approaching dragon.

"Right," Charlie then took off on his broom, Harry followed, praying his crazy plan would work. Well as Slytherin as he was, he wasn't part Gryffindor for nothing.

"M…must, get control," Harry gave a start at the voice whispering in Parseltounge.

"Who's controlling you?"

"The men in black, they hit me with fifteen of the control curses before I succumbed- mostly. I obviously still have control of my voice. Not that they care, dragons can only been heard by those who speak Parseltounge."

"Wait so all reptiles speak Parseltounge?"

"Yes, amphibians too, although they have terrible accent"

"Right, that aside, you aren't controlling your actions and you're kind of attacking me,"

"Sorry, I sense goodness in your intentions," Harry dodged a swipe from the dragon's claw, "I can't help but attack you,"

"I realize this," Harry growled, "Is there a way to help you?"

"Only a familiar bond could free me, but the bonding can only be done between two destined familiars,"

"Bullocks, I don't play by the rules, how do we bond,"

"It just happens when we touch. Besides it wont work unless we are true familiars, rules or no. True familiars are born on the same day, and can communicate in the language of their familiar…"

"Right so how long have you been able to speak English?"

"Since my birth," Harry could swear the Dragon was blushing as it shot a pillar of flame at him. Harry didn't even bother to dodge it.

"Which was when?"

"You should be fried,"

"Fire elemental. When was your birth date?"

"The waning of the seventh moon sixteen years ago,"

"See I was right. I was born then as well,"

"It's too bloody convenient." The dragon barked.

"I didn't even know dragons could have a cockney accent,"

"Right, so you need to touch my snout,"

"Kind of hard for me to do with you trying to eat me,"

"Well are you going to wait until I swallow you whole and my stomach digests you into a billion microscopic pieces?"

"Pleasant thought,"

"It's not my fault I have a surplus of digestive enzymes made specifically for living creatures,"

"And it's not my fault you seem to be obsessed with muggle science. Ironic considering how their scientists would just love to dissect you."

"Just bond, do you know how odd it feels to not be in control of your own body?"

"Actually yes I do, being possessed by Voldemort tends to do that to you," Harry took a deep breath and dove for the Dragon's muzzle. The dragon bared its teeth in warning. Harry reached out his hand. Ignoring the column of fire emerging from the reptile's mouth Harry touched its muzzle. He felt a wave of power roll through him. The dragon stopped attacking.

"Free,"

"Finally," Harry grinned wryly, "now would you mind giving me your name?" The dragon blinked a few times.

"Oh, right, I'm Arad,"

"Nice to meet you. I'm Harry, but call me Blaze,"

"Well metBlazey, now would you mind telling this annoying gnat to stop shooting stunners at my tail?"

Harry cursed, he had forgotten about Charlie.

"Charlie, lay off, I've tamed him!" He shouted.

"What?"

"Excuse me for a moment. If you want to do something helpful I would recommend attacking those who enslaved you."

"Gladly," Arad took off towards the palace.

"Blaze we have to go after it," Charlie panted.

"No, it will not harm us. I freed it from the curses being used to control it,"

"Unbelievable," Charlie gasped, "the only way for that to happen would be a familiar bond."

"Don't worry, it's too convenient for my tastes too," Harry chuckled dryly.

"Glad to hear it," Charlie grinned, "So are we going to check up on the progress down below?"

"Now would be a good time," Harry agreed, diving steeply with Charlie in tow.