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A/N:Okie! So someone like the first chapter, so here's the second one! Happy reading! Remember, I stress that you R&R so that you'll keep my story going! 'Cause remember: One little review will make me sooooooo damn happy, make my day! Thanx! One more thing: Draco following Harry? Well, put it this way, say you're the richest kid on earth and your dad just bought you the newest, fastest, best looking, coolest computer for free, and you find out your total rival got it before you. Personally, if I were Draco's sort, I'd be sort of ticked off, nothing better to shame a family member, than to hang out with your family's worst enemy, next to a Weasley. Well, that's only what I would do if I were Draco. Oh, by the way, I'm not too keen with navy official titles, so please, bear with me!

Dedicated to all those who risked their life and died for the country and pearl harbor

Draco procul Margarita Porta

(Draco at Pearl Harbor)

Chapter 2: As the Bible says…

***A few weeks later***

"Where's Harry and Draco?" said a stout, chubby lady, somewhat of a miniature Mrs. Weasley.

A few boys, Ron, Lee Jordan, Neville, Seamus, and some other kids were all standing next to her. Neville smiled, looked up into the sky and stuttered, "Ss-ssS-se-See, Mssssss. Esppinson they're up tttt-tth-tthh-there in the-the sky, prr-prr-perra-practicing ff-ff-fo-for the real thing."

This automatically Ms. Esppinson frown, and rather meanly as well.

"WWHWOOOOOOWeeee!" Draco screamed as he did a barrelroll with his brand-new Firebolt. (Yep! The richest dude on earth, can buy one wheneeeever he wants, WITHOUT ANY OF HIS DAD'S HELP THIS TIME!)

"Yep,yep! Let's get this show on the road!" Harry screamed to Draco, who was closing in.

"So…ARE YOU CHICKEN, POTTER? BAQQ, BAQQ, BACC, BACCCBACC!(Ok, no chicken noise, too bad!)"

"WHAT? YOU SOUND MORE LIKE A DYING COW CHEWING CUDD! AND NO-NO-NN-NO! I'M NOT CHICKEN!"

"OK THEN, COME STRAIGHT AT ME!" Draco said smirking through the fierce winds blowing up his silvery hair.

"WHAT? FINE!" At tremendous speeds, Harry dove at Draco, but slowed down at the end.

Just before Harry trounced his with his broomstick, Draco said, "TURN LEFT!!!"

"LEFT?"

"RIGHT!"

"WE'RE GOING RIGHT NOW?"

"NO!!!!!" Draco screamed as they were about to collide, get in trouble with Ms. Esppinson, die, crash, and BURRRN!

"TURN LEFTTT!!!" Draco hollered.

As they did, the great speed, and the wind mixed together, making a barrelroll right before themselves. As they did so, it was such a close call that, just their flying capes brushed each other. That was a moment in time worth freezing.

They rigorously hurdled down together, right next to each other. Harry smiled, and waved, "Nice flying, Malfoy!"

"Hey! Don't say that! Don't ever say that!" Draco yelled, waving a threatening finger at him.

"What's wrong with saying, 'Hey, you! You fly good.'?" Harry said with an inquiring look on his face.

"By the way, it's 'Hey you! You fly WELL!" Draco screamed, as he pushed off farther from Harry, drew his wand and…

"Look!" Neville said, "Cool! They're having an up-in-the-air-duel!" Everybody did cat-calls after the strange sighting.

Ms. Esppinson rolled her eyes, horribly angry, "STOP IT!"

Everybody, stopped the howling and looked over to Ms. Esppinson with their fists in the air, they quickly lowered them, realizing what they had done.

Ms. Esppinson put on a calmer, less alert face.

Ron, slapped down a five, quietly, "My money's on Harry!"

Lee Jordan immediately heard and whispered back, "Fine, I'm with Malfoy!"

Ms. Esppinson wasn't any less alert than before, just because of her face, she quickly heard the gambling going on, "STOP THAT NOWWWW!" She shrieked as loud as possible.

Though Ms. Esppinson was now very exhilarated, she had adrenaline flowing through all the boys veins, for fear of one squeak would set her off. Also, many a frusterated, but that didn't stop them from watching the aeriel duel, including Ms. Esppinson.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," said Harry, defending himself with none other than his un-magical hands, "Relax, I didn't mean anything! Fine, I'll take it back," Harry smirked a while and waited for a response from Draco's wand, "YOU'RE HORRIBLE AT FLYING!" Harry drew his wand sharply, like a pocket knife that was about to slit into Draco's neck.

Draco, put on a calm, yet disturbed face, he motioned to fingers toward him, "Bring it out, Potter." His eyes blinked red with fire, the only noise or movement was the whipping wind blowing in his face, but the wind, could not even draw a move upon him. I'll show him what a real duel is…

Harry struck back about one foot. He took at his wand and pushed off fast and hollered, "Incendium Tempestas, NOW!" A huge ball of fire twisted out from the edge of his wand, nothing happened for a while, the globe sit very very still on the tip of his wand, "NO!! DON'T DIE ON ME NOWW! C'MON! INCENDIUM TEMPESTAS!" Suddenly, in a very quiet, un-noticable way, the fire globe blew up into the sky. Just then, embers flew down from the sky, it was raining fire! Hallelujah!

Just as an ember touched Draco, he shook the fire off, but the fire only grew bigger and now, a barracade, specifically, a tunnel surrounded him in a great rage, and desire to kill him.

"BAHHHH!" Draco screamed from the middle of the fire, "Is that all you've got? AQUALIS SUPERA-POTENTIA! DEFENSE IS ALL I NEED!"

A great splash of water blasted through the fire and killed it. As for Harry, the blast was over-powering and hit him hard in the chest, pushed him back way farther. Draco laughed at the sight of a weak Potter, after all, what kind of a person can banish the Lord Voldermort, and not even lay a finger on a simple rival.

"NO, THAT IS NOT ALL I'VE GOT! HERE: CLAUDERE APUD, BRING ME TO MALFOY!"

A strong gust of wind, blew lightly on Harry's back, but pushed him in for a close attack. The wind kept moving though, without pushing him any further, but pushed Draco, the opponent back further. The gust whipped his left cheek, a bruise appeared quickly, but altogether, he was now having a hard time keeping up with his breath.

He gasped, "Caligineous," He said without screaming, catching every valuable breath possible, "Spiritus, fill me!" The wind stopped blowing, clouds stopped moving, Harry blinked just once to start off the motion process. My father tought me this one, Potter, it's total invincibility for a whole duel. Do you care to withdraw? You will die in the process if you continue. Go ahead, Potter, Die. He smiled menacingly.

Harry noticed, his breath back, in pace, no more bruised cheek, Maybe he's lying, maybe it's just a healing spell.

No Harry, it's not a healing spell. Goodbye. Draco smirked and a storm raged upon them both. Is this persuasion or what? A creaky smile glinted his face.

"FINE!!" Harry winced and thrusted up his head. The whole world could've heard him, "I will not withdraw, it is my final move, let it be, since my death shall have us to part soon. Chrisma Movere!"

A sudden powerful light, peeked through the storm clouds. Harry smiled, not knowing what he had just done, but smiled. Now that was dramatic.

"Wow, I've never heard of the 'nothing attack', Potter, it's time to finish you! Funus voluntas tibi pars!" There was a noise like a short circuit and Draco tried again, nothing, but a short circuit. Something was going on.

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD, POTTER! DO YOU KNOW WHAT FUNUS VOLUNTAS TIBI PARS MEANS?"

Harry shook his unknowingly.

"IT MEANS DEATH DO YOU PART! AND YOU'RE SUPPOSED DO DEPART!" Draco cried in fury.

"Do you know what Chrisma Movere means? It means last move."

"WHAT?!" Draco said in a surprised, mad, sad, kinda mental tone.

"Hey?" Harry shrugged, "How was I supposed to know it was a real move? I just wanted to make it short and sweet, if that sudden, powerful light didn't appear, I would've joked and withdrawn, but I guess it's a real move."

"Fine, you win, Potter. As my father said, 'Never let the weak win unless they're weaker than you and you've just proved yourself.'" They swooped below, Draco's eyes still on fire, but soon enough, the silvery glow was returned.

Just as they touched off on the sweet ground of earth again, Ms. Esppinson hollered, "Mr. Brooklyn wants you two!!!"

Draco's eyes wandered off into hers, for a persuasive ground, "I can explain."

"NO!" Ms. Esppinson closed her eyes and yelled, to resist temptation to look into his mystical eyes, she also covered her ears, to protect her from anymore rude remarks to be made soon, or to hear off rants about her.

They walked out of the Diagon Alley Square Park and into a somewhat shackled hut beside the entrance to the park. An old man in a Hawaiian polo shirt stood by the window, watching their every move through binoculars, though they weren't even very far.

He left the window as he saw that they were approaching his hut. The two were very quiet as they climbed up the broken wooden steps and knocked on the door, awaiting their punishment.

As they knocked, the man in the Hawaiian polo looked out the window again to see what they looked like. He nodded firmly and answered the door. He himself was a very tan, wrinkly, balding, white-haired person (No! Draco isn't tan, nor wrinkly, nor balding, nor white-haired, he's SILVER HAIRED!!!). He had sunglasses on as if the sun was out and shining out bright, but after the little duel, it was dark and it looked like it would pour for ages. To top it off, he was wearing khaki shorts with various stains here and there; mustard, ketchup, feekle-matter, grass, strawberry roasted pecan ice-cream, chewing gum, ink, pencil marks, chocolate, a stuck lolly pop, and slushie.

"Are you the two who were dueling aeriel-style?" Mr. Brooklyn said inquiringly, lifting up his sunglasses, revealing tan lines around his eyes.

Draco and Harry stared at each other, "Yes," they said in unison. They had never gotten in trouble with a foreman before, so the "Yes" was a rather creaky yes.

Mr. Brooklyn lowered his glasses, giving relief to Draco who was a pure-white silver skinned boy that glimmered with "handsome." "I like the honest ones, come in." Mr. Brooklyn smiled.

As they walked into the little hut. There was a blue and brown desk by the window, trashed with food, drinks, lollypops, chocolate, papers, stained papers, boxes and boxes of pencils, and clocks. A fallen book shelf lay on the floor to the right side of the desk. Harry and Draco looked down, "Crazy is Normal, it's Normal that Crazy." They exchanged strange looks and shrugged it off. A painting of a ship billowing in the windy sea stood on the wall across from the desk. The day in the picture reminded them of that day too. It was dark, huge blackish-gray clouds hung heavily over the sky, and the wind whipped what was left of the trees.

Mr. Brooklyn sat down at his desk, and bit a chocolate bar, bits of chocolate flying onto Harry and Draco. Harry sweeped it off, while Draco did so very crudely and made a disgusted face at Mr. Brooklyn, "Make yourselves comfortable." Harry and Draco looked around. There weren't any chairs in sight.

Draco stared at the Mr. Brooklyn's stained shorts, "There aren't any chairs in the room."

"Sit on the floor." Mr. Brooklyn waved his had toward them as to ward them off, "I have to talk to you…?" He took a cigar and puffed it, pointing it at Harry, whom pointed to himself and lipped out, "Me?"

"Harry, Harry Potter."

"Yes, yes, yeah, whatever." Draco gave Harry a suspicious look, most people valued hearing this name out of someone's mouth, but this man, Mr. Brooklyn was rather odd. Keep your eye out, Potter, I think something's going on.

"Stand up, I have to talk to you, Potter boy." Mr. Brooklyn stood up out of his chair and stood next to a file cabinet which had not been there before. Harry followed curiously.

"I saw you flying Potter boy, you're not supposed to fly around Diagon Alley Square Park doing barrel rolls and the likes, what's more you also went dueling around…IN THE AIR. Have you no words to explain yourself?"

Lie, lie, lie, lie, if you have to Potter! Draco screamed into Potter's brain. "Well…" Harry gulped, "We were practicing for the annual contest." Mr. Brooklyn's face turned into curiousity, Harry's eyes widened, "You know the competition… Umm… flying competition, performing, stunts, speed, ectera."

"Ohhh…" Mr. Brooklyn nodded, puffing smoke into Harry's eyes, whom coughed heavily and blinked, cueing to stop puffing.

Harry looked back at Draco, See, Malfoy, I didn't have to lie. We really were practicing for the contest right? It's the truth!

"Oh? And your in the air dueling?"

Lie, Potter! You have no excuse, I have no excuse, do it! Harry, quite ticked off, for Draco had started all the fuss about flying well, wanted to tell the truth, but with Draco's face all sad and desperado like that, "You know that new movie? Crustaceous, A Story of the Underwater 'W's'? Yeah, we're trying out for that, so of course we have to practice." Mr. Brooklyn raised an eyebrow at him, "In the tryout, we have act out a duel. So there we were…practicing."

You were very lucky, Malfoy. I almost told him the truth. That didn't sound right, Harry said to himself.

"…But… I know you're lying. That's some bullshit, Crustaceous's already in theatres. But that was damn good," Mr. Brooklyn paused to let Harry wipe his eye from his spit talking, "bullshit." Mr. Brooklyn smiled with his rotted, yellow teeth.

Mr. Brooklyn leaned against the file cabinet, "…Uh… I'm supposed to be selecting some young wizard to be representing our region for the WAN, you know, Wizard of Arms Navy. With the way you duel, not to mention the way you fly, you could be ready for combat any time. Shall you accept the challenge of doing so?" He paused for a moment and chuckled heavily, "And of course, if your life is on the line, and the only way off is to give up the top secret, you will honor the wizarding world and..."

Lie. Draco whispered to himself, he breath heavily.

"…Lie. Yes, boy, this is a terrible world, but are you ready?"

Harry thought still for a moment. He came to stutter the words and push Mr. Brooklyn back, "Well, I've heard you've done some pretty amazing things too. Have you?" Draco could no longer hear what they were saying.

Mr. Brooklyn puffed his cigar to the side, nodded, and said, "Yeah, why," cigar clipped into his gums and teeth, he squenched it and nicotine leaked out for a bitter intense smell and flavor. Harry stared nastily at the juices, he dazed off and went back to normal.

"Well, what would you do?" Harry's eyes widened and his arms folded and he pointed at him.

"Well, it would be hard to say 'no', and it would also be hard to say 'yes', but this is for the world, after all, we handle even muggle affairs. Having to give myself up would be something I would never to, so I would put my will to it and say…"

"Yes." Harry said for him.

Mr. Brooklyn tilted his head to the side a bit, "Yes? You're going to go to Canada for training? You are?"

Harry gave another long think to this, after all, he may be killed in action, I've came closer to dying than anyone else in my life, almost died four times, the fifth time will be the last, at least I hope, "Yes, I will." Harry's eyes narrowed and glazed up, he didn't know what to do, this was a kind of spur of the moment things, but he thought he was prepared for anything.

***Five Days Time Passes***

It was moving day, for Harry at least. Draco didn't know where he was going, but had a clue. You can't go to WAN without me, we were gonna grow up friends together, go to school, maybe even get into a career together. Draco went up onto the Harry's doorstep and rang the doorbell.

Sirius opened the door smiling gleefully, just out of Harry's room, talking to him, "Yeah, OK, I'll bring you to the harbor! Le'm'me answer the door really fast though." Sirius called to Harry.

"Hi, who are you?"

"Malfoy? Draco Mal-"

"AHHH!! Go away you evil spirit!" Sirius shrieked jumped back a foot and crossed his two fingers in front of him, as if Draco was a vampire, that needed to be warded off. His eyes widened, scared almost to death and sweat dripping down all over his face. Every muscle twitching in fright.

Harry peeked his head out of his room and stared, hearing Sirius's girly shrieks, thinking he molested some poor little girl scout, but instead saw a terrified Sirius and an angered and confused Malfoy at the door.

Malfoy immediately noticed Harry's messy hair and taped glasses, Malfoy waved, pushing the frozen Sirius to the side and went over to Harry's room, "So, you're going to Canada by boat? Which province are you going to? You know, I've been to all of them." Malfoy said proudly his silver hair glinting even more in the hot summer sun.

"I don't know, but it's not exactly a province." Harry shrugged.

"Huh?" Malfoy said confused.

"Hallo? Have you forgotten we're wizards? Pronvince indeed." Harry joked.

They were quiet for a what seemed like a long moment. Harry worried what he would do without his faithful friends; Malfoy contemplating on what life would be like without Harry protecting him from Ron's stupid remarks.

"So… yeah, I'm leaving today," Harry sighed.

"You didn't choose to go, did you?" Malfoy spoke up.

"No, it was actually an assignment, I guess I asked to many questions." Harry shrugged. He tried to keep a straight face, knowing he was lying to Malfoy, but luckily, Malfoy's intuition was from between 0.5% and 1%. Malfoy stared at his feet, shuffling nervously.

"So?? You want me to help you pack up your bags," Malfoy asked.

"'Kay, whatever. Errr… wait, I'm actually packed, just help me carry them to the harbor. Floo powder."

"Oh…" Malfoy frowned. One less moment with Harry lost.

Malfoy walked into Harry's room, hands tucked in pockets and picked up two small suitcases. He walked quietly to the doorstep. Harry followed, he stopped by Sirius though, and tapped him on the shoulder, who suddenly came back to life, "Me and Malfoy are gonna go to the harbor. I need floo powder."

Disstressed, Sirius grunted, roughing up his hair and handed him a small packet.

The squawks of sea gulls hung above a dampened, dark harbor in nearer London. The sky was apparently much darker, than the sky back at home. Malfoy stared up and saw a bird trying to lay a dookie on him and scrambled around, away from the dock onto a paved walkway, he lugged the briefcases to a moist area of grass.

Harry ran after him as well, as the same bird tried to lay one on him too. A lowered stairway, sat next to a huge ship. Malfoy took the briefcases and dropped 'em somewhere near the flight. Harry bent over to grab them and leave, but Malfoy had one more question.

"Why couldn't you just use the floo powder to get to Canada?"

"Sirius was scared that as we floated, we would get lost into a water vortex, you know, a water realm."

"Ohh… One more thing, umm… you'll always be my best friend."

"Uhh…yeah… thanks." Harry said unsure of what he had just heard, after all, Ron and Hermione had always been his best friends.

Draco patted his pockets, "Yeah, well, you gotta go, so do I, before dad catches me."

"Yeah, ok, bye."

A/N:Woweee! So I took out the competition, but I think I did OK on this one. Especially the aerial duel. Oh well, you choose! PRETTY PRETTY PLEASE R&R IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER, YOU HAVE TO REVIEW! PLEASE Coming next chapter: Around the ship, there is a magical vial. What does it do? It keeps following Harry and whispering strange things in his ear. Does he use it? How do you use it in the first place. Does Draco survive life without the great protector, Harry, will he ever come back to visit Ginny? If he does, does love spark? FIND OUT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, IF THERE IS ONE! REMEMBER I WILL ONLY PUT UP A NEXT CHAPTER IF YOU REVIEW! DOOSHBAGS!

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