STANDARD DISCLAIMER: I OWN NONE OF THIS EXCEPT MY OWN IDEA OF HOW TO PLACE RANMA AND HARRY TOGETHER.

I had people asking for confrontations. So I'm starting to work on some things with this chapter.

Someone mentioned that they didn't like that Ranma's dragon form had wings. Especially since I was basing my story on 'Comes the Cold Dragon'. Well, this is why I stated that my story was not a direct continuation of CtCD, especially since CtCD is not finished yet. CtCD is far from the only fic I've read where Ranma was a dragon, and since I am more familiar with the western style dragon that even while I read CtCD, I had a western dragon image in my mind, that is what I am writting Ranma as.

A lot more introspection and self evalutation, but I'm working on confrontations.

Shampoo smiled wickedly as she donned her cloak and left the dank recess of the small room. Her meeting with the blonde arrogant fool had gone exceptionally well. She hadn't even had to resort to any actual physical persuasion. She'd had him doing exactly as she wished with only a few words and suggestive positions. The boy was a fool, but he served a powerful force that she wished to align herself with. If needed, she was prepared to do whatever it took to gain the Dark Wizards aid in destroying Ranma and his foolish allies.

How dare the foolish male defy her and deny her! How dare he refuse her her right to rule by his side. She'd known the moment she'd seen the little redhaired trollop stroll into the village that events were coming to a head. She could sense the hidden power within the attractive form and she could also tell that the girl had not reached a tenth of her potential at that time. So she had foolishly allowed herself to be bested by the girl with the intent to give the girl the Kiss and seek after her and learn her strengths before taking them for herself. She had known immediately that the girl was not natural, that there was something different about her, and having grown up near the Cursed Valley, she could come to only one conclusion: The girl had fallen into one of the springs. And from the manner in which she moved, it was most likely that the girl was in fact a boy who had fallen into the Nyannichuan.

So she had thought to alter the Kiss of Death to the Kiss of Marriage, but the opportunity had not arisen. Her old crone of a Grandmother had been watching her too closely to 'accidentally' slip the Marriage Kiss onto the boy-turned-girl. At the time, her own skills had surpassed the boy's , but she'd repeatedly allowed the boy to escape in hopes of getting a chance to slip the Kiss of Marriage on him. And it had come after chasing him to his home land, but the idiot had refused his place. So she had tried to resort to less . . . mundane methods of persuasion ranging from physcial affection to magical potions, all of which failed.

Now Ranma had grown far beyond her skill. She was still the best Amazon warrior, but experience had shown her that being the best of that group was a paltry height compared to some she wished to reach. The thrice damned Tendo girl had surpassed her, though she had gone to great trouble to hide that fact. She could perform a trick similar to Happosai's Giant Aura, where her strength seemed up to five or six times what it actually was, but doing it left her drained for hours so she instead found a way to make it look like she was masking her power instead of flaunting it the way she had. The only good thing to have come about in recent events was that she had learned that there was a way to control the damned curse her infernal Grandmother had imposed on her.

Thanks to Ranma's little demonstration with the arrogant blonde child, the students here were under the impression that martial arts would make them superior to magical arts. What the fools didn't realize was that the youth so simply too weak a wizard to be able to match Ranma's skills in the martial arts. In the long run neither magical nor martial arts were in and of themselves superior to the other. In the same manner that one wizard was simply better than another or one martial artist more powerful then the next, so it went in a battle between the two. It wasn't that Ranma was immune to Malfoy's magic, it was simply that the child was too weak and inexperienced to use his talents to harm Ranma. But in a fight with a much more powerful wizard, or several skilled and experienced wizards working together would have a much greater chance to defeat Ranma. Especially if he was in his draconian form.

Though being a dragon granted Ranma many gifts, including the natural ability to draw on magic, increased speed and strength, as we as near immortality, there were some little known drawbacks. As a dragon, Ranma was susceptible to the same dangers other dragons were. Including certain herbs, pagical potions and spells, and other such phenomena. The draconian urges were tempered by his human intillect but those urges were far stronger than human urges and the battle between them and his human control could be very easily disrupted, turning him into nothing more than a very powerful beast, who with the right spells and equipment could be controlled quite easily.

Voldemort and his Death Eaters would be able to handle Ranma, with a little help from her. And then she could finally get her revenge on those that had wronged her. First Ranma's little whore, then his friends here, then back to the damned island to destroy the others. And then she, Xian Pu, would rule the village with an iron fist.

Ranma grinned as he approached the head table. The Umbridge woman glared fearfully at him and he nodded gently to her, causing her to wimper and try to hide her immense bulk behind the rather stunted form of Professor Flitiwick. Ranma just shook his head and continued to his seat at the far side of the table, away from Umbridge and Snape, and settled into his seat next to the gentle half-giant he'd come to know well in recent times.

It had been a statement of Hagrid's infact, that had given Ranma the idea to have Haabu and Nabiki travel to London in person and have them force the Ministry to relax the oppressive rules the fat cow had set in place. The council of ministers had been fearful as Haabu, eyes glowing red, and his aura sparking around him, hovered several inches off the ground and demanded that they once again give full command of all decisions regarding Hogwarts to the recognized Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore. Some had blustered, but Nabiki had just grinned and starting rattling off a series of numbers that had them instantly doing as she wished, for she was giving out their personal account information from both Gringott's and muggle banks, throwing the occassional name, sometimes of a place or others of a person that had them set firmly on the path Nabiki wanted them to take.

Within hours of their visit, the mail had started up again, and the various teams were once again meeting to set practice schedules.

That was several weeks ago now, and though Umbridge was still here, her role was reduce to observer, with no actual power to do anything. She was allowed only to report on things she saw, and she was not allowed to deviate from the various lesson plans for those few classes that she was permitted to teach, with the incumbent Hogwart's professors holding an evaluation of her teaching skills in the various subjects. The only ones she avoided completely were Hagrid's Care of Magical Creatures(after several instances with firehounds lighting her clothing afire) and any of the martial arts courses. She pretty much stayed away from any class that had Gryffindor's in it, and stuck to filling in only if the class was some combination of the other three houses.

She was still allowed to dock and assign points, and took delight in punishing Ravenclaw and Huffle puff students for the slightest infractions or errors, while being very free with giving points to Slytherin.

Ranma shook his head and tried to tune out thoughts of the horrible woman, instead turning to Hagrid.

"So Hagrid, now that we've got the mail and stuff back to normal, will the students be allowed to go to Hoghead soon?"

"Eh? What's that, 'anma? Oi, ya mean Hogsmeade." Hagrid stated placing his utensils down for a moment. "Will, Dumbledore has been talking with the other professors about it and most seem to think it'd be a right good idea. Releave some a 'he tension the students be under and the like. Though he be mentioning having a guard or chaperones to check the place out first. I think 'es gonna be askin' ya' and yer pals if yed go check the town over one morning before 'e sends the wee ones."

Ranma shrugged. "I don't mind going, and I'm sure Akane will come with me. I don't know about the others, except maybe Ono and Kasumi. Though Kasumi probably isn't up for much walking right now."

"Well, when ye get 'he chance, talk to Dumbledore. He'll let ye know when 'e wants ye to go so that 'e can inform the other professors and 'he students."

Ranma popped a small eggroll into his mouth and chewed and swallowed it before continuing the conversation. "I'll do that after classes today then. I'm sure everyone will get a kick of getting some time away from the school. Give them a chance to get some treats and supplies that they're running low on. After we clear it, I might try and see if I can get back home and visit my mom. Plus, I'm sure Nabiki and the council have a ton of stuff I'll need to do."

Finished with the conversation the two started eating in earnest, between them managing to consume half again what the rest of the table ate.