Harry Potter and the Keys of the Dragon
Whan that April with its showres soote,
The drought of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every vein in swich licour,
Of which vertue engendred is the flowr...
Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbery Tales
It was a miserable day. Despite it being an incredibly hot and dry summer, Nature had
decided to take a break. It rained as if it was a monsoon, and the water formed little puddles that eventually
washed away the dust in little rivers of mud.
Harry Potter stared out the window from his room. He had already finished his homework long
before, and he couldn't go outside because of the rain. He sighed and sat down on the bed.
Harry Potter, as he would have liked to describe himself, was a perfectly ordinary wizard.
He wore glasses, liked to eat good food, and also liked to have a good time.
It also happened that he had defeated the greatest dark lord of the last century.
Somewhere, buried in his memory, was a hazy view of a laughter and a bright flash of green.
He had somehow inexpicably managed to reflect The Dark Lord's curse onto himself, rendering him powerless
and weaker than a ghost, and had consequently fled.
The next 13 years had been relatively peaceful, despite the fact that Voldemort, that was his
name, kept trying to return to power.
However the last year had been different. Voldemort had risen again.
Nowadays he was growing steadily more troubled as Harry fitfully dreamed about Voldemort
murdering his parents, over and over and over again while Harry watched in horror. However whenever he
awoke, there was nothing save the memories of green light and screaming.
It didn't help when an owl arrived with a letter saying that he couldn't go over to the Weasley's
over the summer, that it was too dangerous.
So Harry Potter, the famous defeater of Lord Voldemort, now sitting on his bed, was bored
and miserable. He irritably picked up a random book from his bedside. "History of Magical World," he
read aloud. It was extremely thick and heavy, and it also looked extremely boring, so he flicked it open.
It opened to a page of a list of Dark Wizards of the last five centuries. Voldemort, more
commonly known as You-Know-Who, Grindewald, Dasmirov of Russia, Deupardi from France... Harry's
eyes fell upon another name. Po Wan Gai.
Odd, Harry had never actually thought of wizarding communities outside of Europe and America.
Interested, he leaned over for a closer look.
"Po Wan Gai, more commonly referred to as the Eastern Chosen, originated from southern
Manchuria. Furious that the Japanese wizards had attempted an invasian of China, he rigourosly applied
himself to studies and graduated from the Chinese State school of Wizardry with 5 D. Mag. A's. (The
chinese equivelant of N.E.W.T.s) Upon learning that white magic was primarily designed for defense, he turned
to the Dark Arts and became the Dark Lord of the East.
"He gathered a group of highly trained Dark wizards and infiltrated the Japanese Ministry, and
within a matter of months, he had established a firm network of spies and information sources.
"Carefully planning his attack on Japan, he analyzed the Japanese Ministry and government for its
weaknesses, and even got a position as the Japanese Minister of Anti-Intelligence agency. Within five years,
Po Wan Gai had access to the Japanese Defense Documents. He gathered some more supporters, and
launched an attack on the Japanese wizarding community.
"After destroying the main headquarters, Po Wan Gai declared his purpose in life to be finished.
He vanished from the wizarding world, and has never been seen since.
"However there are rumors that Po Wan Gai had somehow disappeared while trying to access a
fabled Japanese Temple where he had encountered ancient magic. According to legend, the temple held the
prophecy of all the future to come, and whoever read it would be damned with knowledge forever,
bringing horror to his life. Others say that the temple was not Japanese, but sporadically appears in random
locations.
Harry sat back. He had never even heard of Po Wan Gai or the Japanese Ministry. He wasn't
particularily suprised to discover that there was another Dark Lord in the Asian wizarding communities, he
just hadn't thought of it before.
He wondered what had happened to Po Wan Gai. He had not even lost his power, as Voldemort
had done, nor had died, he had simply disappeared.
Harry shrugged. He had enough on his mind without another dark wizard troubling it. He lay
down on the bed and picked up Flying With the Cannons, and began to absently flick through it.
As the rain lashed against the windows, Harry began to doze.
High pitched laugher.
-Lily, take Harry and run! I'll hold him off...
-No please, not Harry, please not Harry...
-Stand aside you silly girl...
Laughter.
Green Light. Pain. Screaming.
Harry jerked awake. His scar was burning.
A/N I dunno. I really hoped you liked it. All of the other fics I've tried are failures. Please read and review.
Whan that April with its showres soote,
The drought of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every vein in swich licour,
Of which vertue engendred is the flowr...
Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbery Tales
It was a miserable day. Despite it being an incredibly hot and dry summer, Nature had
decided to take a break. It rained as if it was a monsoon, and the water formed little puddles that eventually
washed away the dust in little rivers of mud.
Harry Potter stared out the window from his room. He had already finished his homework long
before, and he couldn't go outside because of the rain. He sighed and sat down on the bed.
Harry Potter, as he would have liked to describe himself, was a perfectly ordinary wizard.
He wore glasses, liked to eat good food, and also liked to have a good time.
It also happened that he had defeated the greatest dark lord of the last century.
Somewhere, buried in his memory, was a hazy view of a laughter and a bright flash of green.
He had somehow inexpicably managed to reflect The Dark Lord's curse onto himself, rendering him powerless
and weaker than a ghost, and had consequently fled.
The next 13 years had been relatively peaceful, despite the fact that Voldemort, that was his
name, kept trying to return to power.
However the last year had been different. Voldemort had risen again.
Nowadays he was growing steadily more troubled as Harry fitfully dreamed about Voldemort
murdering his parents, over and over and over again while Harry watched in horror. However whenever he
awoke, there was nothing save the memories of green light and screaming.
It didn't help when an owl arrived with a letter saying that he couldn't go over to the Weasley's
over the summer, that it was too dangerous.
So Harry Potter, the famous defeater of Lord Voldemort, now sitting on his bed, was bored
and miserable. He irritably picked up a random book from his bedside. "History of Magical World," he
read aloud. It was extremely thick and heavy, and it also looked extremely boring, so he flicked it open.
It opened to a page of a list of Dark Wizards of the last five centuries. Voldemort, more
commonly known as You-Know-Who, Grindewald, Dasmirov of Russia, Deupardi from France... Harry's
eyes fell upon another name. Po Wan Gai.
Odd, Harry had never actually thought of wizarding communities outside of Europe and America.
Interested, he leaned over for a closer look.
"Po Wan Gai, more commonly referred to as the Eastern Chosen, originated from southern
Manchuria. Furious that the Japanese wizards had attempted an invasian of China, he rigourosly applied
himself to studies and graduated from the Chinese State school of Wizardry with 5 D. Mag. A's. (The
chinese equivelant of N.E.W.T.s) Upon learning that white magic was primarily designed for defense, he turned
to the Dark Arts and became the Dark Lord of the East.
"He gathered a group of highly trained Dark wizards and infiltrated the Japanese Ministry, and
within a matter of months, he had established a firm network of spies and information sources.
"Carefully planning his attack on Japan, he analyzed the Japanese Ministry and government for its
weaknesses, and even got a position as the Japanese Minister of Anti-Intelligence agency. Within five years,
Po Wan Gai had access to the Japanese Defense Documents. He gathered some more supporters, and
launched an attack on the Japanese wizarding community.
"After destroying the main headquarters, Po Wan Gai declared his purpose in life to be finished.
He vanished from the wizarding world, and has never been seen since.
"However there are rumors that Po Wan Gai had somehow disappeared while trying to access a
fabled Japanese Temple where he had encountered ancient magic. According to legend, the temple held the
prophecy of all the future to come, and whoever read it would be damned with knowledge forever,
bringing horror to his life. Others say that the temple was not Japanese, but sporadically appears in random
locations.
Harry sat back. He had never even heard of Po Wan Gai or the Japanese Ministry. He wasn't
particularily suprised to discover that there was another Dark Lord in the Asian wizarding communities, he
just hadn't thought of it before.
He wondered what had happened to Po Wan Gai. He had not even lost his power, as Voldemort
had done, nor had died, he had simply disappeared.
Harry shrugged. He had enough on his mind without another dark wizard troubling it. He lay
down on the bed and picked up Flying With the Cannons, and began to absently flick through it.
As the rain lashed against the windows, Harry began to doze.
High pitched laugher.
-Lily, take Harry and run! I'll hold him off...
-No please, not Harry, please not Harry...
-Stand aside you silly girl...
Laughter.
Green Light. Pain. Screaming.
Harry jerked awake. His scar was burning.
A/N I dunno. I really hoped you liked it. All of the other fics I've tried are failures. Please read and review.