Chapter 25: Summer of Second Year Part 1
"HE DID WHAT?" Lao Shi shouted over the phone when Fu called from a King's Cross in a private place. Harry winced as he heard his grandfather swearing in Chinese over the cell phone.
"Relax old man! Geeze. Yeah. The kid took on a Basilisk and won. I'm surprised too. He retrieved the Sword of Gryffindor from the Sorthing Hat and killed it. Apparently there's a charm on the sword to appear in the hat whenever a member of Gryffindor house is in real need of it. Okay. Yeah we got the tickets. See ya later."
Harry and Fu found the local Floo Network and managed to get to the magical airport of London. Most of the local wizards and witches don't use this as they feel it is "Too Muggle" and beneath them. That and mostly creatures use the magical airlines.
When Harry and Fu reached New York Trans Magic 6 hours later, it was eight a.m New York Time. Harry gulped when he saw his grandfather looking very angry. He also saw a taller, silver haired and goateed male who looked American. He looked almost like a mentor.
"So, this is the Boy Who Lived." Said the male.
"Grandpa, who is this?" Harry asked in confusion.
"Harry, we will talk later about the Basilisk incident. This is Silvers Rayleigh. Your Dragon Master." He introduced his friend and colleague.
"You get your eyes from the old man." Silvers noticed that his eyes where the same shape and color as Lao Shi's.
"I get them from my mother. She had them first." Harry protested.
"I guess we can agree to disagree." Silvers chuckled. "Silvers Rayleigh." He held out his hand to Harry.
"Harry Potter." Harry shook the taller man's hand. "Ow." Harry said as he gripped his hand in an iron grip.
"Sorry." Silver's sheepishly closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head. "Sometimes I don't know my own strength.
"Where's Jake?" Harry asked.
"School. Summer doesn't start for Jake and Haley's district until next week. Lao Shi said as they got into a car. Silvers loaded the twelve year old's trunk into the back for him.
"So your one of the Four Dragons?" Harry asked his teacher in interest.
"Yes I am. And I was always the ladies man right Lao Shi?" He wiggled his eyes suggestively.
Lao Shi scoffed as Fu dog drove them home. (Remember, Lao Shi doesn't have a license)
"Your friend Fred Nerk is being trained by our colleague "Red Haired" Shanks as well." He explained to his grandson. "So all of the Four Dragons have apprentices. Or in the Dark Dragon's case, a mere servant that he teaches."
So The American Dragon, The Austrailian Dragon, and me, the future English Dragon are being trained by three of the Four Dragons. I wonder, are they planning on making us their successors? Harry thought to himself as they passed through Times Square.
"Come on we haven't got all day!" Fu honked his horn as they where caught in one of New York's many traffic jams.
"Wouldn't it be easier for us to just fly home?" Harry asked his grandfather.
"The Council wants all dragons to refrain from flying in non magical human populated areas." Lao Shi sighed though he too wished to just pull over and fly home. "We'll be home soon."
"Unless the traffic doesn't let up." Silvers said as the older male took a swig from a silver flask. "Drink Lao Shi? Finest Sake from Tokyo."
"I wish you would refrain from your more undesirable habits in front of my grandsonchildren. But yes I would like a drink." Lao Shi replied as he accepted the flask from his colleague. If there was one thing Silvers knew it was fine liquors. Lao Shi ahhed as the cold liquor made its way through his warm body.
A few hours later Fu pulled up in front of Lao Shi's shop. Harry carried Hedwig's cage inside quickly as Silver's heaved Harry's trunk onto his shoulder. Feeling the books and what nots inside tumble around he winced.
After Harry got settled in and wrote to Ron and Hermione that he got home safe and hoped they did too, Harry went down to the living room in the apartment to meet his Dragon Master.
"Sit. We will talk about the Basilisk incident after dinner." Lao Shi assured his youngest grandson who gulped again. Not looking forward to the Chinese swearing lesson.
"Does he still swear in Chinese when he's mad?" Silvers asked. Harry nodded which made him snort. "All right kid, first and foremost, my name is Silvers Rayleigh. You already know I'm one of the Four strongest dragons in the world. But I want to know about Harry."
"Well, unitl about a year ago I lived with my mother's adopted sister and her animals that she calls family." Harry growled. "I was forced to live in the cupboard under the stairs and was fed the bare minimal of food to survive and given barely enough water as well. They forced me to wear their son's oversized hand me downs, gave me poor eyeglasses, and encouraged him to bully me and also treated me worse than a house elf. Then we found out I was a dragon and Professor McGonagall found Grampa." He said simply. "And the rest as they say is history."
"No wonder your so scrawny." Silvers frowned. Eying Harry's scrawny figure even though he filled out a little bit with proper meals, nutrition potions and sleep. "Alright, good introduction. First, I want to test your skills in battle. Tonight we'll fight on the rooftop."
"I have to fight you?" Harry asked nervously. He'd fought against a hundred foot long giant snake, but this man seemed stronger, if not just as strong.
"I'm sure you'll do fine. Dinner's nearly ready." Lao Shi said as the rice pot on the stove whistled. Harry's favorite meal was a chicken casserole made with cream of mushroom soup over sticky rice. A welcome home meal before their "discussion" about Harry's recklessness.
To Be Continued...
As you can see in the summary and title, I have decided to split The Perfect Hybrid into a series rather than one long fic. The next book will be "Bonds Beyond Time" which will explore Harry's relationships with his family, Rose, and the Dark Dragon before his descent into the Dark Arts. And I have decided to give Facebook another chance. A link to my profile is in the new chapter of my Jurassic Park/HP xover.
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