Ravana and Yahweh both sensed it. The Dragon's magic was beyond reckoning, but it was being wielded by children-infants. They were young even by mortal standards. They had no idea how to use their newfound power-the power of the Gods.
The demons looked at each other and silently came to an agreement.
"Mark my words Yahweh, when these children are digesting in my belly, this fight will continue. Only one of us will live to rule Earth-Realm."
"Agreed." Yahweh nodded.
The Dragon knew that they couldn't simply attack the Demons without risking thousands more lives in the busy Capitol of the United States. They were forced to use the same tactic they had used in Egypt to incite a pursuit by Ravana. Hermione had taken that into consideration as part of the plan.
Harry understood that he couldn't be as charitable as he would like. Too many lives were at stake. If what Hermione had told him was correct, these entities could cause Earthquakes, Floods, Pestilence, and Famine. They could wipe out an entire city-entire continents in a Firestorm. If he had to end these two, he would. And his two partners agreed 100 percent. But he felt he had to at least make a token effort to give the Immortals a chance to vacate Earth. Harry spoke for the Dragon God.
"You don't belong here. If you go back to your own worlds immediately, and make a binding promise to stay away forever, I'll let you live."
The King of the Rakshasa and the Emperor of the 7 Realms were mildly impressed by the Dragon God's bluff. But they were certain that together, killing the children would be a relatively simple task. A sly smile curled Yahweh's lips.
"Bold words for infants!" He sneered. "You will die having barely tasted life."
The Dragon roared, shot a fireball at Yahweh's head and dive-bombed Ravana before soaring up into the reddening clouds. The Demons took flight after it. The Dragon increased its speed as it climbed higher and higher through the troposphere. It emerged from a layer of cumulonimbus clouds and ascended into the stratosphere. Moments later the Dragon was dodging geosynchronous satellites in orbit above Washington DC and stars shone in the inky blackness of space.
~o0o~
Emergency responders were crawling all over the Capitol and the President of the United States emerged from his bunker to assess the damage. He had been informed an hour ago of the destruction in Israel, Dubai and Egypt, and half an hour ago of the demolition of the statue of the Redeemer in Brazil. Satellites had tracked the trajectory of the gigantic entity hurtling through the farthest reaches of the atmosphere, and determined that if it didn't alter course, it would likely hit Washington DC.
The Director of the FBI was haranguing the President, insisting that he needed to debrief him on information which could possibly shed some light on the events. Half an hour later, Agent Hotchner found himself being escorted to the Oval Office by Secret Service agents.
He noted the damage to the White House as they made their way to the President's office. Chandeliers lay shattered on the floor, there were cracks in the walls, statues demolished, and the debris of fallen pieces of ceiling. Staffers were scurrying everywhere, and medics were seeing to the injured. It was chaos.
The FBI agent was ushered into the Oval Office. The President was staring out of the window. Panes were missing and broken.
"Leave us." Said the President to his advisers and his security team. "This meeting is a highly sensitive matter of national security. I'll call you if needed."
"Sir?" Said the President's Chief of Staff questioningly, "Are you certain? I really think you should reconsider..."
"No," said the Commander-in-Chief resolutely. "I have to consider this matter carefully before I can determine the correct course of action. All recording and monitoring devices to this office have been turned off and I alone must decide what to do with the FBI's information."
In truth, the President didn't want anyone else around to avoid embarrassment, in the event that what he had been told already was a hoax. He was beginning to doubt the sanity of his FBI Director.
"Agent Hotchner! The Director had some very bizarre things to tell me, but he assured me that you could prove them. Please, if you could..."
"Mr President," Agent Hotchner began, "Let me introduce you to someone..."
The President was startled when Green Fire lit up the Oval Office fireplace, and he looked on in horror as two people emerged from the flames.
"Mr President, may I introduce you to President Justin Russo of Wizard World USA, and the British Minister of Magic, Minister Arthur Weasley."