Chapter 12 - Dragonfire
During their time up in Harbaxen's lair Hagrid and Block had been trapped in Harbaxen's inner chamber by the young dragons outside the door.
Hagrid look around at the chamber. The stonework on the floor and walls was dazzling. The floor was an intricate mosaic of multi-coloured marble smoothed to a polished finish. The walls were hewn from the mountain and bands of quartz ran diagonally across them reflecting and amplifying the light from braziers placed on the walls. The whole chamber was alive with sparkling coloured beams of light. At the far end of the hall was a short flight of steps leading up to a heavy looking high-backed throne carved from a single piece of green and white marble. This would have been the throne room of the dwarf kings and queens of old.
Harbaxen had set up the barest necessities including a bed and a desk and about these were scrolls and large leather bound books. There were also chests and bundles of Harbaxen's belongings.
Harbaxen was reading from large and ancient looking sheets of parchment and he ignored his visitors for a few moments while he finished his reading. Hagrid wandered to the piles of bric-a-brac. It appeared that Harbaxen had travelled far and wide since he had disappeared decades ago. There were voodoo dolls, wooden masks, large ornately carved pipes, gourds and glass jars containing all manner of pickled animal parts and pastes and liquids.
Hagrid also found an old broomstick. He picked it up and examined it.
'So you've kept this then?' he said to Harbaxen who ignored him, 'cheats never prosper you know,' Hagrid continued.
Harbaxen finally finished his reading and looked up at his guests. 'If I remember rightly we were unbeaten in the Quiditch cup that year Hagrid.' Hagrid replied 'yes, but you were disqualified and you put half the Griffindor team in hospital.'
Harbaxen chuckled but Hagrid didn't share his mirth. The old animosity between them had not diminished with time.
'This is a dull place you know,' said Harbaxen rising from his seat and strolling over to the piles of souvenirs and other oddments that he had accumulated. 'Here I have to make do with sheep and cattle for my sacrifices. In India there were tigers, in Russia there were wild bore and bears and in Africa, well Hagrid you can imagine...' Harbaxen picked up a large horn and held it out for Hagrid to see 'white rhinoceros - one of the last of its species you know. Perhaps I will return someday soon when my business here is complete and kill a few more.
Hagrid knew that he was being goaded. Just like years ago when Harbaxen would get Hagrid into such a rage by pulling apart spiders or setting fire to the school owls. Hagrid had never been able to prove anything though - Harbaxen was always several steps ahead of him and it was always Hagrid who had ended up in detention.
'You were always such easy prey Hagrid - it was hardly worth my time putting you down. Just like today you are still several steps behind the game. You have come here and what is your plan? Haven't you got one? Shame!'
Hagrid felt youthful feelings of inadequacy and helplessness re-emerging. Harbaxen had always been able to confused him and destroy his confidence.
Block looked on. He could see what was happening. His elder brother had used similar tactics on him from time to time. But it was easy to observe someone else being bullied and to read the situation for what it was. Hagrid towered above Harbaxen but his gentle nature simply meant that he was large and foolish rather than just foolish.
'So what are you planning here then?' asked Hagrid.
'Haven't you managed to work that out yet?' sneered Harbaxen. 'Let me see, I'm digging up some large barrels that contain a unique substance - the residue from an ancient battle. The special property of the content of those barrels is that it destroys magic and I will put that property to good use. Let me ask you a question Hagrid - there are over a hundred barrels buried on the caverns below. For my main plan I only actually need a couple of dozen but it is important that I find and dispatch all of them. Any guesses why?'
Hagrid just stared back at him helplessly desperately wishing that he could follow the meaning of the conversation.
'No? Never mind Hagrid don't be disheartened all will become clear soon enough. Suffice to say that before I leave here I will be performing some of my own brand of magic on an unparalleled scale and for that I need all of those barrels out of the way. In fact Hagrid I can sense that one part of my plan is already falling into place. Can you sense Hagrid that there is a lifting of the heaviness that our close proximity to the barrels has caused?'
Hagrid could sense what Harbaxen was describing. He had not been able to perform magic since he had entered deep into the caves and he still didn't understand why. But the pressure he had felt which had become stronger the closer that he had gotten to the cavern where the trolls were working was now diminishing rapidly.
'You have your hunting crossbow I see,' said Harbaxen, 'and until a few moments ago I was powerless to prevent you from shooting me with your toy. I, like you, could not use magic and I think in a physical contest you two would have been slightly too much for me. Why do you think I made you wait while I finished reading? Why have I kept you talking now? Hagrid, you poor fool. Couldn't you see that I was stalling for time? Ah well too late now!' and with that Harbaxen picked up an ancient staff and turned it towards Hagrid and Block. Hagrid started to raise his crossbow but he was too slow. Harbaxen muttered something and Hagrid's crossbow and Block's club were ripped from their grasps and hurled across the chamber landing on the steps below the throne. Hagrid and Block meanwhile were completely paralyzed except for their eyes.
Harbaxen walked around them. As he walked behind Hagrid he drove the heel of his staff into the back of Hagrid's knee. Hagrid toppled forwards hitting the marble floor headfirst with a sickening thud. Harbaxen then turned his attention to Block. Block's eyes turned rapidly in their sockets trying to keep Harbaxen in sight. Harbaxen came to a halt directly in front of Block and jabbed the staff into Block's throat. Block started to choke where he stood - and there was nothing he could do.
Harbaxen laughed, 'I am powerful - I have full power over you two already. Can you imagine what I will become after I have performed a sacrifice on an unprecedented scale? I will be a thousand time greater than I am now and then all will bow before me. Your clan's work is done Block - I can sense that all of the barrels have been removed and are now on their way to their final destination. That means your clan is now finished and with the henge that I have constructed directly above the cavern my dragons will decimate every one of them and the power of their sacrifice will elevate me to a god. Ha! It is time for me to leave you two.'
Harbaxen could not know that events in the cavern were not going completely to plan but he like Harry could sense that the barrels were on their way. Their influence over him was lessening and he now intended to proceed with the final part of his plan. 'I must leave you two now - my pets may want to play with you for a while. Please have fun with them,' and with that Harbaxen waved his staff and the doors flew open.
The young dragons immediately sprang onto the room searching for their prey. Hagrid and Block were released from the spell that had frozen them. Hagrid managed to stand but was limping and Block gasped to catch his breath as he massaged his windpipe. They retreated to the far end of the room clutching their weapons. They knew however that a single crossbow and a wooden club would be no use against ten of these ferocious beasts. They could only hope to last a little while. The dragons parted to let Harbaxen leave the chamber.
Before he left he turned back to Hagrid and Block and repeated his plan boastfully 'Block your clan has served me well. Their reward will be to assist me one last time. I will set the dragons on them and they will all be incinerated. With the henge situated directly above them, the immense power that such a sacrifice will generate will be channelled into me. The Ministry of Magic will soon be no more - that cannot be stopped and through the sacrifice of your clan, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine. The Gorsedd shall rise again and the pathetic brand of magic that is gifted to your puny wizards and witches shall be washed from the face of this world. The Gorsedd victory is long overdue but now the time has come for a new order.'
Harbaxen turned to leave but at that very moment, a fully-grown and utterly panic-stricken dragon drove its body into the outer chamber. Bonecracker was still clinging with all his might to the creature's neck. It rammed its head into the inner chamber knocking Harbaxen to the floor and scattering the smaller dragons. Bonecracker was thrown from the beast and slid across the floor towards Hagrid and Block.
Harbaxen did not wait to assess the situation. This had been unexpected and he had to find out in a hurry what else had gone on down in the cavern. He leapt onto the dragon's back and coaxed the mighty beast back through the doorway. Under his influence the dragon then quickly turned and flew back towards the cavern.
As Harry and Murdo were reaching the top of the staircase the great dragon thundered back into the cavern. Harbaxen was riding upright on its back surveying the scene. Harry and Murdo climbed as fast as they could for they were terribly exposed on the wooden staircase.
Back in Harbaxen's chamber the young dragons had regrouped and were stalking across the room again. However, this time in addition to Block and Hagrid there was Bonecracker who towered above then all. He picked up the heavy stone throne from the top of the stairs and holding it by the headrest brandished it like a club. Hagrid and Block stood either side of him and suddenly the three of them bellowed and charged towards the dragons. The fight was short but terrible and very one sided. Hagrid had soon run out of ammunition for his crossbow, which he then used as a club. Block and his father clubbed wildly at anything with pointy teeth. The few young dragons that escaped flew from the tunnel and kept flying as far as anyone knew until they were back in Russia.
Harbaxen had seen enough during one circuit of the cavern. His dragon army was gone. He couldn't perform the sacrificial rite now and the trolls had begun hurling rocks from all directions at him. He would have to leave. He would still get his vengeance on the Ministry of Magic. If he left now he would be able the reach the site of the train crash that would soon occur in time to incinerate any of the survivors. Perhaps he would even find Dumbledore! - yes, that would be amusing. He circled back towards the hole in the roof.
He didn't notice Harry and Murdo disappearing up through the hole as he approached and they had a moment to hide behind the standing stones as he flew past. He didn't pause. He spurred on his mount and the dragon thundered down the tunnel, out into the open sky and away.
Harry and Murdo sped down the tunnel after him but he was gone. They came to a standstill just outside of the hall where Block, his father and Hagrid were emerging grim but triumphant.
Hagrid bounded forwards and picked up Harry in a great bear hug, 'we've won! we've won! Wait 'til Dumbledore hears about this,' he said, his voice full of mirth.
'Hagrid listen.. Dumbledore is going to find out soon enough. Cragheart has a train and he's going to drive it straight into the Hogwarts Express which is on its way from London right now,' Harry shouted.
Hagrid stopped dancing straight away.
'But the whole Ministry of Magic and half the teachers from Hogwarts are on the train - Harry we've got to stop'em,' cried Hagrid alarmed bordering on hysterical.
'What can we do though?' said Harry. Hagrid ran his great hands back through his hair and thought for a second. He said to himself, 'no that would be too dangerous.'
Harry cried, 'what is too dangerous? We've got to try something.'
Hagrid said, 'there's Harbaxen's old broomstick in there but you're the only one who could fly it and you'd never get there in time. You'd need to go like a rocket to stop them now'.
Suddenly Murdo was jumping up and down shouting at the top of his voice 'I've got a rocket! I've got a rocket! Ha ha ha ha! This way come on,' and he set off towards the open end of the tunnel.
They all looked at each other and set off running after him except Harry. He turned towards Harbaxen's chamber and found the broomstick. Now that the barrels were away his magical powers had returned and he jumped onto the broom and flew off after the rest of the group.
They were all mystified as to what the mad dwarf was going show them. At the end of the tunnel they bounded and tumbled down a short scree slope to the edge of the lake below. Murdo ran up to an old ivy covered shed and immediately began ripping at the ivy. Hagrid, Block and Bonecracker helped and soon they had the doors in the shed open. Inside there was a large surprisingly clean and orderly work shop. There were machines of various shapes and sizes most of which were covered in dustsheets. In the centre of the floor was the largest and Murdo rushed forwards and ripped the sheet aside.
Harry arrived on the broomstick and they all stood in a group staring in wonder.
In front of them was a jet aircraft unlike anything that they had ever seen before. At the front there was a cockpit with seating for a crew of three the centre one of which was furthest forward. Behind the cockpit was a cluster of three huge jet engines. One on each side and one on top and there were two stubby wings and a tail. The craft was painted glossy blue and on each side was written 'Bluebird II'. It rested resplendent on three sets of wheels and it looked flawless.
'She's ready to go!' cried Murdo who had by now placed a leather pilots helmet on his head. 'I never dreamed that she would take to the air - not without Campbell but by heck I think he'd approve!'
Murdo hit a button on the side of the fuselage and the glass enclosures over the three seats glided open. He called to Bonecracker 'you'll have to pull us out of the hanger I can take it from there.' Then he turned to Block and Hagrid 'are you coming? Harry you'd better get going and see if you can catch up with Harbaxen - we'll go for the train.'
'I'm on my way!' Harry waved and took off up into the sky.
Hagrid and Block climbed into the left and right seats of the cockpit - it was a tight squeeze but this was luxury compared to the bread van. Murdo was already in place flicking switches and clicking dials. Suddenly lights began to flicker on. The glass canopy dropped smoothly back into place and as soon as Bonecracker had dragged the aircraft clear of the shed Murdo punched a large red button in the middle of the control panel.
All three engines started to hum. Murdo continued flicking switches and checking dials. At first the sound of the engines was a slow throb but amazingly quickly the revs accelerated until the noise was deafening.
'Hold on!' cried Murdo as he hit a green button next to the red one and the rocket accelerated forwards along a jetty extending out over the lake lifting off just before the end. Immediately the wheels retracted into the body of the aircraft.
Bluebird II flew straight and level across the water at incredible speed. The water surface in its wake erupted into a plume of water 100 feet high.
'Yeehaaargh!' cried Murdo as he pulled back on the joystick. The rocket rose over the mountains like a comet.
'Anyone know which way?' shouted Murdo over the noise.
'Follow the railway line' Hagrid replied.
Murdo levelled Bluebird out. Lined her up with the railway line below and pulled the thrust control level fully open.
They were following the branch line that Harry had found when he had been chased and caught by the dragons three days ago. The track curved southwards and joined the main line. In the distance ahead and way below, they could also see Harbaxen on the Inferno following the same route.
'Shall we go down and deal with him?' asked Murdo who was leaning forward in his seat with his eyes wide and his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth.
'No. The train has got to be first. I hope Harry will be OK though' replied Hagrid.
Both Hagrid and Block had a bewildering array of dials and lights and switches in front of them.
Hagrid called forward to Murdo, 'what are we supposed to do with all of these controls?'
Murdo replied, 'nothing - leave 'em alone! They were for the co-pilots when we were going for the world speed record.'
'Oh!' said Hagrid 'so were not going at top speed yet then?'
Murdo looked at his instruments and answered, 'actually we're going faster than that. But leave the controls alone anyway.'
Hagrid and Block sat back and stared uneasily at their control panels. Murdo on the other hand was having the time of his life. The years had suddenly been stripped away. It was as if the great team, Murdo and Campbell was back.
Bluebird II flashed across the sky and occasionally they overshot the railway where it curved to the left or right and Murdo would bank the craft in a sharp turn causing Block and Hagrid to sink back into their seats and make 'eeeoooooee!' noises.
Eventually Murdo called back 'there's the target!' and sure enough way down below was the black engine hammering along the track pushing the open topped truck piled with barrels.
'Straight ahead 12 O'clock. What do you say we go in all guns blazing and blow him to smithereens?' cried Murdo.
Hagrid looked around the cockpit and replied incredulously, 'you mean this thing has guns and stuff?'
Murdo replied 'Actually, no! But it would be great if it had wouldn't it. Ha ha!'
Block and Hagrid exchanged glances with raised eyebrows. Murdo was clearly having a wonderful time.
Murdo dived down towards the steam engine driving on ahead out of a stretch of forest onto a long open expense of flat land. Steam was billowing out of the engine in a great white plume. In the far distance, a similar cloud could be seen.
The Hogwarts Express was approaching in the opposite direction.
Meanwhile, Harry was following as fast as he could on Harbaxen's broomstick. Harry noted that despite its age this was a fast broom. Harbaxen had clearly spent time on upgrades. Also, on the side of the broom handle there were three symbols inlaid into the shaft near where Harry's hands were positioned.
The first was what looked like a tortoise. Out of curiosity, Harry slid his finger over the symbol. The broom slowed so dramatically that he nearly fell off. Airbrakes! thought Harry to himself, very clever indeed! but he didn't have time to fool around and he urged the broom forwards again.
He was soon back up to full speed and he then studied the second symbol. This was a hare running with its ears pinned back. Harry gripped the broom and again slid his finger over the symbol. The effect was amazing - suddenly he was travelling at twice the speed. The broom could not keep this up for long however and he soon slowed back to his previous top speed. Clearly, these buttons would give a huge advantage to the user of this broom in a quiditch game Harry thought.
The third symbol was strangely familiar to Harry. It was a lightening bolt similar to the scar on his forehead.
Harry recalled what Hagrid had told him about how Harbaxen had cheated at quiditch by using a broom that fired lightening bolts. Harry decided to test the symbol. As he sped along he directed the broom towards a tall pine tree and touched the symbol - nothing happened. He tried again with the same result. With a sigh he realized that he was going to have to deal with Harbaxen and the dragon without the lightening blast function on his broom. Nevertheless, he pressed on using the boost button at intervals to gain extra ground. He was beginning to doubt if he would ever catch Harbaxen as in the distance there was no sign of the unmistakable profile of the great dragon. Harry leaned close to the broomstick and ran his finger over the hare symbol again.
Back in the Bluebird, Hagrid rephrased his question, 'now that we're here how do we actually stop the train?'
Murdo replied 'oh that's simple, all you need to do is board the train, deal with Cragheart and put the brake on. Why do you think I brought you two along?'
'OK' said Hagrid slowly 'first of all how do we get from the plane onto the engine below?'
Murdo considered this for a second and said 'you jump! I'll bring us in good and low and slow and all you two have to do is undo your seat belts.' Hagrid and Block exchanged another look.
Hagrid said 'how is that going to get us onto the train?'
Murdo replied 'first I'm going to open the canopy..'
There was a loud pop and a rush of wind as the glass canopy flew up into the air and disappeared.
'Then I'm going to fly up-side-down' yelled Murdo over the noise of the wind.
The plane suddenly flipped over. They were all still in their seats thanks to their harnesses.
'When I bring us directly above the train release the harnesses and away you go!' commanded Murdo.
They were now flying upside down and Murdo took them down low. Too low for Hagrid and Block's liking! Murdo was speeding along the railway line only ten feet off the ground. He was catching the train up quickly. As the distance shortened he slowed the engines and with considerable skill brought the plane directly above the coal wagon behind the engine.
'Away you go!' Murdo shouted.
Hagrid and Block hit the buttons securing the harnesses and disappeared from their seats. They landed only a few feet below in a heap on the coal directly behind the engine where Cragheart was now standing.
Murdo shouted, 'bombs away! Whoa-ho!' as he accelerated away over the train and sped off into the distance. Not so far off now there was the plume of steam from the Hogwarts Express.
Cragheart looked up in amazement at the aircraft whizzing over his head. He was not completely stupid and so decided it was time to look behind him. He turned to see Hagrid and Block standing on the wagonload of coal. The only weapon that they had was Block's club. Cragheart picked up his own club and turned to face them. Over his shoulder, they could now clearly see the red of the Hogwarts Express approaching fast. Murdo had sped ahead straight towards the Hogwarts Express only banking upward at the last instant. That caught the attention of the drivers and they spotted the oncoming black engine. They hit their brakes and the Hogwarts Express started to decelerate. They would be able to stop but that wasn't going to prevent a collision.
A terrible collision was still inevitable unless Hagrid and Block could get to the footplate and put the brakes on. However between them and the brakes was Cragheart. He stood up to his full height and started picking up great chunks of coal and hurling them back towards Hagrid and Block.
'Get down!' shouted Block.
He had spent many an evening practicing for just such an occasion.
As fast as Cragheart could throw the large lumps of coal Block was expertly whacking them back at ten times the speed. This enraged Cragheart but he continues throwing the coal and Block continued blasting them back. All Block needed was one good hit on Cragheart's head. Hagrid was face down on the coal and was slowly making progress towards the foot plate as the rocks zipped back and forth over his head. As he peered forwards, he could see the Hogwarts Express only a few hundred metres away.
One shot whizzed past Cragheart's ear, another thudded into his stomach. Cragheart lofted an extra large rock straight at Block with all his might and fury. Block swung his club with all of his might and fury. Kerboom! The chunk of coal left Block's club and hurtled directly towards Cragheart's head. Cragheart stood no chance such was the pace and accuracy of Block's shot. The lump of coal struck Cragheart directly on the forehead and shattered into a million fragments. For the third time in his recent experience Cragheart's eyes rolled upwards into his head and he fell forwards next to Hagrid on the coal truck.
Hagrid and Block leapt up and jumped onto the footplate. Ahead they could see the Hogwarts Express looming large. They pulled levers and turned wheels but nothing seemed to work. Block spotted a chain hanging from the roof - he pulled it and produced a loud whistle but the train still did not slow. Finally Hagrid spotted a lever that hadn't been tried - he put his entire weight against it and the train's wheels locked and squealed. The train shook and Block and Hagrid were thrown to the floor.
Ahead of them the Bluebird had landed and sat on the rails parked in front of the stationary Hogwarts Express. People were jumping from that train and running for their lives.
The black engine carried forwards by it own momentum skated along the track. Hagrid managed to get back to his feet and could see that they weren't going to stop.
'We've got to find reverse gear!' he Hagrid.
Block leapt up and swung his club at another large lever. The lever was knocked backward and the engine groaned as it started to force the wheels backwards. At first this had no effect until the last possible moment when the train slowed and finally came to a standstill.
The truckload of barrels that it was pushing was but a few inches from the Bluebird.
Murdo was stood on top of the plane with his legs firmly planted, his fists on his hips and his chest puffed outwards. As the train came to a complete standstill he raised both arms and shouted 'Victory is ours!'
And so Block, Boulder and most of the Ministry of Magic who by now were out on the ground nearby found that they had been saved from Harbaxen's terrible plan.
Block and Hagrid picked themselves up and leapt down from the train. Murdo jumped down to join them and there were bear hugs and high fives all round.
'What is the meaning of this outrage!' bellowed the Minister of Magic Cornelious Fudge.
He came striding forwards in his bowler hat followed by a group of highly irritated senior ministers.
'A half-giant a dwarf and a juvenile troll - I will have you all in Azkerban by sunset!' he cried hysterically.
Another voice sounded out commandingly, 'perhaps Minister we should see what they have to say for themselves before we make any hasty judgements.'
Of course, it was Dumbledore.
'I presume you three gentlemen have a good explanation?' he asked calmly.
'You bet your beard we do! You ungrateful worms,' growled Murdo.
'Dumbledore Sir! Murdo here is quite right. I think it's fair to say that every one of you would be either dead or, even worse, squibs by now if it hadn't been for the particular heroics of my two fine friends Block the Mountain Troll and Murdo MacDonald the Dwarf.'
Both Block and Murdo grinned sheepishly and blushed.
Block simply said 'Hagrid helped too!'
Dumbledore barked out a short laugh and then frowned, 'and what has become of Harry Potter?'
Hagrid's eyes opened wide. 'Strewth, I forgot - Harbaxen is on his way and he's riding on a great brute of a dragon. But don't worry Harry's after him.'
At that very moment, the great beast flew low over them blasting jets of fire. Caught by surprise the ministers stood momentarily helpless as the great beast hovered above them all.
Harbaxen looked down and cried, 'So, another of my plans in ruins! I believe I still hold enough of the trump cards though.'
All of the ministry wizards drew their wands and began shouting spells that didn't work. They looked in amazement at their wands, which were useless.
'You're all too close to these here barrels,' shouted Hagrid. 'Your wands won't work!'
The ministers looked in horror as the great beast raised itself higher so that it could swoop down on them all and engulf them in a deathly fire. Some screamed and others cowered.
Dumbledore was more interested in something approaching from above the dragon, 'ah good! Here comes Harry Potter.'
Harry shot down from out of the sun directly at the dragon. As he sped past he lashed out with his foot and managed to land a kick on the side of the Harbaxen's head. It was almost enough to dislodge the Gorsedd but not quite. Harbaxen righted himself and turned his dragon to set off after Harry.
Harry sped off to the cheers of some of the ministers.
Hagrid, Block, Murdo and Dumbledore looked on anxiously.
The dragon was strong and driven by a fury that matched Harbaxen's. Harry didn't have a plan. He just hoped to draw the dragon far enough away for the ministers and his friends to escape. He also knew he must keep away from the barrels as they would stop his broom from working. He had just used the boost button and so wouldn't be able to use it again for a minute or two. Instead, he ducked and weaved trying to outmaneuver the great beast that was right behind him. There was very little cover - the ground was flat so all he could do was fly as fast as possible and maneuver sharply each time the Inferno came close.
The Inferno sent great jets of flame after Harry. One of these very nearly engulfed him and actually set fire to the twigs at the rear of the broom. As he sped on Harry's eyes narrowed as he realized that the lightening symbol on his broomstick was suddenly glowing a magnificent yellow. Of course! Harry remembered that Harbaxen combined dragon fire with normal magic for his most powerful spells.
The dragon was still close behind Harry. He touched the tortoise symbol and at the same time dived.
On the ground Hagrid said, 'what is he doing? Get out of there Harry. Save yourself.'
The dragon, carried on by its own momentum, roared the top of Harry. It immediately turned to charge back towards him. Harry hovered on his broomstick and grimaced - it was now or never. Harbaxen's eyes glowed deep red as he drove the mighty beast directly at Harry.
Fire started to erupt from the dragon's jaws and at the last moment, Harry slapped his hand onto the lightening symbol. The world in front of him erupted in a wild burst of light and energy. The lightening bolt from the front of the broomstick met the fire from the dragon's maw and the combination of the two resulted in an ear-splitting eruption of noise and a blinding flash. The dragon for a moment became a fireball of incandescent brightness then a jagged lightening bolt shot out of the flame hitting the ground below and shooting high into the sky. When the flash vanished there was no sign of the dragon or Harbaxen. Harry was thrown backwards by the shock wave. He spun through the air clutching his broomstick.
By the time he hit the ground, Harry had already passed out.
During their time up in Harbaxen's lair Hagrid and Block had been trapped in Harbaxen's inner chamber by the young dragons outside the door.
Hagrid look around at the chamber. The stonework on the floor and walls was dazzling. The floor was an intricate mosaic of multi-coloured marble smoothed to a polished finish. The walls were hewn from the mountain and bands of quartz ran diagonally across them reflecting and amplifying the light from braziers placed on the walls. The whole chamber was alive with sparkling coloured beams of light. At the far end of the hall was a short flight of steps leading up to a heavy looking high-backed throne carved from a single piece of green and white marble. This would have been the throne room of the dwarf kings and queens of old.
Harbaxen had set up the barest necessities including a bed and a desk and about these were scrolls and large leather bound books. There were also chests and bundles of Harbaxen's belongings.
Harbaxen was reading from large and ancient looking sheets of parchment and he ignored his visitors for a few moments while he finished his reading. Hagrid wandered to the piles of bric-a-brac. It appeared that Harbaxen had travelled far and wide since he had disappeared decades ago. There were voodoo dolls, wooden masks, large ornately carved pipes, gourds and glass jars containing all manner of pickled animal parts and pastes and liquids.
Hagrid also found an old broomstick. He picked it up and examined it.
'So you've kept this then?' he said to Harbaxen who ignored him, 'cheats never prosper you know,' Hagrid continued.
Harbaxen finally finished his reading and looked up at his guests. 'If I remember rightly we were unbeaten in the Quiditch cup that year Hagrid.' Hagrid replied 'yes, but you were disqualified and you put half the Griffindor team in hospital.'
Harbaxen chuckled but Hagrid didn't share his mirth. The old animosity between them had not diminished with time.
'This is a dull place you know,' said Harbaxen rising from his seat and strolling over to the piles of souvenirs and other oddments that he had accumulated. 'Here I have to make do with sheep and cattle for my sacrifices. In India there were tigers, in Russia there were wild bore and bears and in Africa, well Hagrid you can imagine...' Harbaxen picked up a large horn and held it out for Hagrid to see 'white rhinoceros - one of the last of its species you know. Perhaps I will return someday soon when my business here is complete and kill a few more.
Hagrid knew that he was being goaded. Just like years ago when Harbaxen would get Hagrid into such a rage by pulling apart spiders or setting fire to the school owls. Hagrid had never been able to prove anything though - Harbaxen was always several steps ahead of him and it was always Hagrid who had ended up in detention.
'You were always such easy prey Hagrid - it was hardly worth my time putting you down. Just like today you are still several steps behind the game. You have come here and what is your plan? Haven't you got one? Shame!'
Hagrid felt youthful feelings of inadequacy and helplessness re-emerging. Harbaxen had always been able to confused him and destroy his confidence.
Block looked on. He could see what was happening. His elder brother had used similar tactics on him from time to time. But it was easy to observe someone else being bullied and to read the situation for what it was. Hagrid towered above Harbaxen but his gentle nature simply meant that he was large and foolish rather than just foolish.
'So what are you planning here then?' asked Hagrid.
'Haven't you managed to work that out yet?' sneered Harbaxen. 'Let me see, I'm digging up some large barrels that contain a unique substance - the residue from an ancient battle. The special property of the content of those barrels is that it destroys magic and I will put that property to good use. Let me ask you a question Hagrid - there are over a hundred barrels buried on the caverns below. For my main plan I only actually need a couple of dozen but it is important that I find and dispatch all of them. Any guesses why?'
Hagrid just stared back at him helplessly desperately wishing that he could follow the meaning of the conversation.
'No? Never mind Hagrid don't be disheartened all will become clear soon enough. Suffice to say that before I leave here I will be performing some of my own brand of magic on an unparalleled scale and for that I need all of those barrels out of the way. In fact Hagrid I can sense that one part of my plan is already falling into place. Can you sense Hagrid that there is a lifting of the heaviness that our close proximity to the barrels has caused?'
Hagrid could sense what Harbaxen was describing. He had not been able to perform magic since he had entered deep into the caves and he still didn't understand why. But the pressure he had felt which had become stronger the closer that he had gotten to the cavern where the trolls were working was now diminishing rapidly.
'You have your hunting crossbow I see,' said Harbaxen, 'and until a few moments ago I was powerless to prevent you from shooting me with your toy. I, like you, could not use magic and I think in a physical contest you two would have been slightly too much for me. Why do you think I made you wait while I finished reading? Why have I kept you talking now? Hagrid, you poor fool. Couldn't you see that I was stalling for time? Ah well too late now!' and with that Harbaxen picked up an ancient staff and turned it towards Hagrid and Block. Hagrid started to raise his crossbow but he was too slow. Harbaxen muttered something and Hagrid's crossbow and Block's club were ripped from their grasps and hurled across the chamber landing on the steps below the throne. Hagrid and Block meanwhile were completely paralyzed except for their eyes.
Harbaxen walked around them. As he walked behind Hagrid he drove the heel of his staff into the back of Hagrid's knee. Hagrid toppled forwards hitting the marble floor headfirst with a sickening thud. Harbaxen then turned his attention to Block. Block's eyes turned rapidly in their sockets trying to keep Harbaxen in sight. Harbaxen came to a halt directly in front of Block and jabbed the staff into Block's throat. Block started to choke where he stood - and there was nothing he could do.
Harbaxen laughed, 'I am powerful - I have full power over you two already. Can you imagine what I will become after I have performed a sacrifice on an unprecedented scale? I will be a thousand time greater than I am now and then all will bow before me. Your clan's work is done Block - I can sense that all of the barrels have been removed and are now on their way to their final destination. That means your clan is now finished and with the henge that I have constructed directly above the cavern my dragons will decimate every one of them and the power of their sacrifice will elevate me to a god. Ha! It is time for me to leave you two.'
Harbaxen could not know that events in the cavern were not going completely to plan but he like Harry could sense that the barrels were on their way. Their influence over him was lessening and he now intended to proceed with the final part of his plan. 'I must leave you two now - my pets may want to play with you for a while. Please have fun with them,' and with that Harbaxen waved his staff and the doors flew open.
The young dragons immediately sprang onto the room searching for their prey. Hagrid and Block were released from the spell that had frozen them. Hagrid managed to stand but was limping and Block gasped to catch his breath as he massaged his windpipe. They retreated to the far end of the room clutching their weapons. They knew however that a single crossbow and a wooden club would be no use against ten of these ferocious beasts. They could only hope to last a little while. The dragons parted to let Harbaxen leave the chamber.
Before he left he turned back to Hagrid and Block and repeated his plan boastfully 'Block your clan has served me well. Their reward will be to assist me one last time. I will set the dragons on them and they will all be incinerated. With the henge situated directly above them, the immense power that such a sacrifice will generate will be channelled into me. The Ministry of Magic will soon be no more - that cannot be stopped and through the sacrifice of your clan, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine. The Gorsedd shall rise again and the pathetic brand of magic that is gifted to your puny wizards and witches shall be washed from the face of this world. The Gorsedd victory is long overdue but now the time has come for a new order.'
Harbaxen turned to leave but at that very moment, a fully-grown and utterly panic-stricken dragon drove its body into the outer chamber. Bonecracker was still clinging with all his might to the creature's neck. It rammed its head into the inner chamber knocking Harbaxen to the floor and scattering the smaller dragons. Bonecracker was thrown from the beast and slid across the floor towards Hagrid and Block.
Harbaxen did not wait to assess the situation. This had been unexpected and he had to find out in a hurry what else had gone on down in the cavern. He leapt onto the dragon's back and coaxed the mighty beast back through the doorway. Under his influence the dragon then quickly turned and flew back towards the cavern.
As Harry and Murdo were reaching the top of the staircase the great dragon thundered back into the cavern. Harbaxen was riding upright on its back surveying the scene. Harry and Murdo climbed as fast as they could for they were terribly exposed on the wooden staircase.
Back in Harbaxen's chamber the young dragons had regrouped and were stalking across the room again. However, this time in addition to Block and Hagrid there was Bonecracker who towered above then all. He picked up the heavy stone throne from the top of the stairs and holding it by the headrest brandished it like a club. Hagrid and Block stood either side of him and suddenly the three of them bellowed and charged towards the dragons. The fight was short but terrible and very one sided. Hagrid had soon run out of ammunition for his crossbow, which he then used as a club. Block and his father clubbed wildly at anything with pointy teeth. The few young dragons that escaped flew from the tunnel and kept flying as far as anyone knew until they were back in Russia.
Harbaxen had seen enough during one circuit of the cavern. His dragon army was gone. He couldn't perform the sacrificial rite now and the trolls had begun hurling rocks from all directions at him. He would have to leave. He would still get his vengeance on the Ministry of Magic. If he left now he would be able the reach the site of the train crash that would soon occur in time to incinerate any of the survivors. Perhaps he would even find Dumbledore! - yes, that would be amusing. He circled back towards the hole in the roof.
He didn't notice Harry and Murdo disappearing up through the hole as he approached and they had a moment to hide behind the standing stones as he flew past. He didn't pause. He spurred on his mount and the dragon thundered down the tunnel, out into the open sky and away.
Harry and Murdo sped down the tunnel after him but he was gone. They came to a standstill just outside of the hall where Block, his father and Hagrid were emerging grim but triumphant.
Hagrid bounded forwards and picked up Harry in a great bear hug, 'we've won! we've won! Wait 'til Dumbledore hears about this,' he said, his voice full of mirth.
'Hagrid listen.. Dumbledore is going to find out soon enough. Cragheart has a train and he's going to drive it straight into the Hogwarts Express which is on its way from London right now,' Harry shouted.
Hagrid stopped dancing straight away.
'But the whole Ministry of Magic and half the teachers from Hogwarts are on the train - Harry we've got to stop'em,' cried Hagrid alarmed bordering on hysterical.
'What can we do though?' said Harry. Hagrid ran his great hands back through his hair and thought for a second. He said to himself, 'no that would be too dangerous.'
Harry cried, 'what is too dangerous? We've got to try something.'
Hagrid said, 'there's Harbaxen's old broomstick in there but you're the only one who could fly it and you'd never get there in time. You'd need to go like a rocket to stop them now'.
Suddenly Murdo was jumping up and down shouting at the top of his voice 'I've got a rocket! I've got a rocket! Ha ha ha ha! This way come on,' and he set off towards the open end of the tunnel.
They all looked at each other and set off running after him except Harry. He turned towards Harbaxen's chamber and found the broomstick. Now that the barrels were away his magical powers had returned and he jumped onto the broom and flew off after the rest of the group.
They were all mystified as to what the mad dwarf was going show them. At the end of the tunnel they bounded and tumbled down a short scree slope to the edge of the lake below. Murdo ran up to an old ivy covered shed and immediately began ripping at the ivy. Hagrid, Block and Bonecracker helped and soon they had the doors in the shed open. Inside there was a large surprisingly clean and orderly work shop. There were machines of various shapes and sizes most of which were covered in dustsheets. In the centre of the floor was the largest and Murdo rushed forwards and ripped the sheet aside.
Harry arrived on the broomstick and they all stood in a group staring in wonder.
In front of them was a jet aircraft unlike anything that they had ever seen before. At the front there was a cockpit with seating for a crew of three the centre one of which was furthest forward. Behind the cockpit was a cluster of three huge jet engines. One on each side and one on top and there were two stubby wings and a tail. The craft was painted glossy blue and on each side was written 'Bluebird II'. It rested resplendent on three sets of wheels and it looked flawless.
'She's ready to go!' cried Murdo who had by now placed a leather pilots helmet on his head. 'I never dreamed that she would take to the air - not without Campbell but by heck I think he'd approve!'
Murdo hit a button on the side of the fuselage and the glass enclosures over the three seats glided open. He called to Bonecracker 'you'll have to pull us out of the hanger I can take it from there.' Then he turned to Block and Hagrid 'are you coming? Harry you'd better get going and see if you can catch up with Harbaxen - we'll go for the train.'
'I'm on my way!' Harry waved and took off up into the sky.
Hagrid and Block climbed into the left and right seats of the cockpit - it was a tight squeeze but this was luxury compared to the bread van. Murdo was already in place flicking switches and clicking dials. Suddenly lights began to flicker on. The glass canopy dropped smoothly back into place and as soon as Bonecracker had dragged the aircraft clear of the shed Murdo punched a large red button in the middle of the control panel.
All three engines started to hum. Murdo continued flicking switches and checking dials. At first the sound of the engines was a slow throb but amazingly quickly the revs accelerated until the noise was deafening.
'Hold on!' cried Murdo as he hit a green button next to the red one and the rocket accelerated forwards along a jetty extending out over the lake lifting off just before the end. Immediately the wheels retracted into the body of the aircraft.
Bluebird II flew straight and level across the water at incredible speed. The water surface in its wake erupted into a plume of water 100 feet high.
'Yeehaaargh!' cried Murdo as he pulled back on the joystick. The rocket rose over the mountains like a comet.
'Anyone know which way?' shouted Murdo over the noise.
'Follow the railway line' Hagrid replied.
Murdo levelled Bluebird out. Lined her up with the railway line below and pulled the thrust control level fully open.
They were following the branch line that Harry had found when he had been chased and caught by the dragons three days ago. The track curved southwards and joined the main line. In the distance ahead and way below, they could also see Harbaxen on the Inferno following the same route.
'Shall we go down and deal with him?' asked Murdo who was leaning forward in his seat with his eyes wide and his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth.
'No. The train has got to be first. I hope Harry will be OK though' replied Hagrid.
Both Hagrid and Block had a bewildering array of dials and lights and switches in front of them.
Hagrid called forward to Murdo, 'what are we supposed to do with all of these controls?'
Murdo replied, 'nothing - leave 'em alone! They were for the co-pilots when we were going for the world speed record.'
'Oh!' said Hagrid 'so were not going at top speed yet then?'
Murdo looked at his instruments and answered, 'actually we're going faster than that. But leave the controls alone anyway.'
Hagrid and Block sat back and stared uneasily at their control panels. Murdo on the other hand was having the time of his life. The years had suddenly been stripped away. It was as if the great team, Murdo and Campbell was back.
Bluebird II flashed across the sky and occasionally they overshot the railway where it curved to the left or right and Murdo would bank the craft in a sharp turn causing Block and Hagrid to sink back into their seats and make 'eeeoooooee!' noises.
Eventually Murdo called back 'there's the target!' and sure enough way down below was the black engine hammering along the track pushing the open topped truck piled with barrels.
'Straight ahead 12 O'clock. What do you say we go in all guns blazing and blow him to smithereens?' cried Murdo.
Hagrid looked around the cockpit and replied incredulously, 'you mean this thing has guns and stuff?'
Murdo replied 'Actually, no! But it would be great if it had wouldn't it. Ha ha!'
Block and Hagrid exchanged glances with raised eyebrows. Murdo was clearly having a wonderful time.
Murdo dived down towards the steam engine driving on ahead out of a stretch of forest onto a long open expense of flat land. Steam was billowing out of the engine in a great white plume. In the far distance, a similar cloud could be seen.
The Hogwarts Express was approaching in the opposite direction.
Meanwhile, Harry was following as fast as he could on Harbaxen's broomstick. Harry noted that despite its age this was a fast broom. Harbaxen had clearly spent time on upgrades. Also, on the side of the broom handle there were three symbols inlaid into the shaft near where Harry's hands were positioned.
The first was what looked like a tortoise. Out of curiosity, Harry slid his finger over the symbol. The broom slowed so dramatically that he nearly fell off. Airbrakes! thought Harry to himself, very clever indeed! but he didn't have time to fool around and he urged the broom forwards again.
He was soon back up to full speed and he then studied the second symbol. This was a hare running with its ears pinned back. Harry gripped the broom and again slid his finger over the symbol. The effect was amazing - suddenly he was travelling at twice the speed. The broom could not keep this up for long however and he soon slowed back to his previous top speed. Clearly, these buttons would give a huge advantage to the user of this broom in a quiditch game Harry thought.
The third symbol was strangely familiar to Harry. It was a lightening bolt similar to the scar on his forehead.
Harry recalled what Hagrid had told him about how Harbaxen had cheated at quiditch by using a broom that fired lightening bolts. Harry decided to test the symbol. As he sped along he directed the broom towards a tall pine tree and touched the symbol - nothing happened. He tried again with the same result. With a sigh he realized that he was going to have to deal with Harbaxen and the dragon without the lightening blast function on his broom. Nevertheless, he pressed on using the boost button at intervals to gain extra ground. He was beginning to doubt if he would ever catch Harbaxen as in the distance there was no sign of the unmistakable profile of the great dragon. Harry leaned close to the broomstick and ran his finger over the hare symbol again.
Back in the Bluebird, Hagrid rephrased his question, 'now that we're here how do we actually stop the train?'
Murdo replied 'oh that's simple, all you need to do is board the train, deal with Cragheart and put the brake on. Why do you think I brought you two along?'
'OK' said Hagrid slowly 'first of all how do we get from the plane onto the engine below?'
Murdo considered this for a second and said 'you jump! I'll bring us in good and low and slow and all you two have to do is undo your seat belts.' Hagrid and Block exchanged another look.
Hagrid said 'how is that going to get us onto the train?'
Murdo replied 'first I'm going to open the canopy..'
There was a loud pop and a rush of wind as the glass canopy flew up into the air and disappeared.
'Then I'm going to fly up-side-down' yelled Murdo over the noise of the wind.
The plane suddenly flipped over. They were all still in their seats thanks to their harnesses.
'When I bring us directly above the train release the harnesses and away you go!' commanded Murdo.
They were now flying upside down and Murdo took them down low. Too low for Hagrid and Block's liking! Murdo was speeding along the railway line only ten feet off the ground. He was catching the train up quickly. As the distance shortened he slowed the engines and with considerable skill brought the plane directly above the coal wagon behind the engine.
'Away you go!' Murdo shouted.
Hagrid and Block hit the buttons securing the harnesses and disappeared from their seats. They landed only a few feet below in a heap on the coal directly behind the engine where Cragheart was now standing.
Murdo shouted, 'bombs away! Whoa-ho!' as he accelerated away over the train and sped off into the distance. Not so far off now there was the plume of steam from the Hogwarts Express.
Cragheart looked up in amazement at the aircraft whizzing over his head. He was not completely stupid and so decided it was time to look behind him. He turned to see Hagrid and Block standing on the wagonload of coal. The only weapon that they had was Block's club. Cragheart picked up his own club and turned to face them. Over his shoulder, they could now clearly see the red of the Hogwarts Express approaching fast. Murdo had sped ahead straight towards the Hogwarts Express only banking upward at the last instant. That caught the attention of the drivers and they spotted the oncoming black engine. They hit their brakes and the Hogwarts Express started to decelerate. They would be able to stop but that wasn't going to prevent a collision.
A terrible collision was still inevitable unless Hagrid and Block could get to the footplate and put the brakes on. However between them and the brakes was Cragheart. He stood up to his full height and started picking up great chunks of coal and hurling them back towards Hagrid and Block.
'Get down!' shouted Block.
He had spent many an evening practicing for just such an occasion.
As fast as Cragheart could throw the large lumps of coal Block was expertly whacking them back at ten times the speed. This enraged Cragheart but he continues throwing the coal and Block continued blasting them back. All Block needed was one good hit on Cragheart's head. Hagrid was face down on the coal and was slowly making progress towards the foot plate as the rocks zipped back and forth over his head. As he peered forwards, he could see the Hogwarts Express only a few hundred metres away.
One shot whizzed past Cragheart's ear, another thudded into his stomach. Cragheart lofted an extra large rock straight at Block with all his might and fury. Block swung his club with all of his might and fury. Kerboom! The chunk of coal left Block's club and hurtled directly towards Cragheart's head. Cragheart stood no chance such was the pace and accuracy of Block's shot. The lump of coal struck Cragheart directly on the forehead and shattered into a million fragments. For the third time in his recent experience Cragheart's eyes rolled upwards into his head and he fell forwards next to Hagrid on the coal truck.
Hagrid and Block leapt up and jumped onto the footplate. Ahead they could see the Hogwarts Express looming large. They pulled levers and turned wheels but nothing seemed to work. Block spotted a chain hanging from the roof - he pulled it and produced a loud whistle but the train still did not slow. Finally Hagrid spotted a lever that hadn't been tried - he put his entire weight against it and the train's wheels locked and squealed. The train shook and Block and Hagrid were thrown to the floor.
Ahead of them the Bluebird had landed and sat on the rails parked in front of the stationary Hogwarts Express. People were jumping from that train and running for their lives.
The black engine carried forwards by it own momentum skated along the track. Hagrid managed to get back to his feet and could see that they weren't going to stop.
'We've got to find reverse gear!' he Hagrid.
Block leapt up and swung his club at another large lever. The lever was knocked backward and the engine groaned as it started to force the wheels backwards. At first this had no effect until the last possible moment when the train slowed and finally came to a standstill.
The truckload of barrels that it was pushing was but a few inches from the Bluebird.
Murdo was stood on top of the plane with his legs firmly planted, his fists on his hips and his chest puffed outwards. As the train came to a complete standstill he raised both arms and shouted 'Victory is ours!'
And so Block, Boulder and most of the Ministry of Magic who by now were out on the ground nearby found that they had been saved from Harbaxen's terrible plan.
Block and Hagrid picked themselves up and leapt down from the train. Murdo jumped down to join them and there were bear hugs and high fives all round.
'What is the meaning of this outrage!' bellowed the Minister of Magic Cornelious Fudge.
He came striding forwards in his bowler hat followed by a group of highly irritated senior ministers.
'A half-giant a dwarf and a juvenile troll - I will have you all in Azkerban by sunset!' he cried hysterically.
Another voice sounded out commandingly, 'perhaps Minister we should see what they have to say for themselves before we make any hasty judgements.'
Of course, it was Dumbledore.
'I presume you three gentlemen have a good explanation?' he asked calmly.
'You bet your beard we do! You ungrateful worms,' growled Murdo.
'Dumbledore Sir! Murdo here is quite right. I think it's fair to say that every one of you would be either dead or, even worse, squibs by now if it hadn't been for the particular heroics of my two fine friends Block the Mountain Troll and Murdo MacDonald the Dwarf.'
Both Block and Murdo grinned sheepishly and blushed.
Block simply said 'Hagrid helped too!'
Dumbledore barked out a short laugh and then frowned, 'and what has become of Harry Potter?'
Hagrid's eyes opened wide. 'Strewth, I forgot - Harbaxen is on his way and he's riding on a great brute of a dragon. But don't worry Harry's after him.'
At that very moment, the great beast flew low over them blasting jets of fire. Caught by surprise the ministers stood momentarily helpless as the great beast hovered above them all.
Harbaxen looked down and cried, 'So, another of my plans in ruins! I believe I still hold enough of the trump cards though.'
All of the ministry wizards drew their wands and began shouting spells that didn't work. They looked in amazement at their wands, which were useless.
'You're all too close to these here barrels,' shouted Hagrid. 'Your wands won't work!'
The ministers looked in horror as the great beast raised itself higher so that it could swoop down on them all and engulf them in a deathly fire. Some screamed and others cowered.
Dumbledore was more interested in something approaching from above the dragon, 'ah good! Here comes Harry Potter.'
Harry shot down from out of the sun directly at the dragon. As he sped past he lashed out with his foot and managed to land a kick on the side of the Harbaxen's head. It was almost enough to dislodge the Gorsedd but not quite. Harbaxen righted himself and turned his dragon to set off after Harry.
Harry sped off to the cheers of some of the ministers.
Hagrid, Block, Murdo and Dumbledore looked on anxiously.
The dragon was strong and driven by a fury that matched Harbaxen's. Harry didn't have a plan. He just hoped to draw the dragon far enough away for the ministers and his friends to escape. He also knew he must keep away from the barrels as they would stop his broom from working. He had just used the boost button and so wouldn't be able to use it again for a minute or two. Instead, he ducked and weaved trying to outmaneuver the great beast that was right behind him. There was very little cover - the ground was flat so all he could do was fly as fast as possible and maneuver sharply each time the Inferno came close.
The Inferno sent great jets of flame after Harry. One of these very nearly engulfed him and actually set fire to the twigs at the rear of the broom. As he sped on Harry's eyes narrowed as he realized that the lightening symbol on his broomstick was suddenly glowing a magnificent yellow. Of course! Harry remembered that Harbaxen combined dragon fire with normal magic for his most powerful spells.
The dragon was still close behind Harry. He touched the tortoise symbol and at the same time dived.
On the ground Hagrid said, 'what is he doing? Get out of there Harry. Save yourself.'
The dragon, carried on by its own momentum, roared the top of Harry. It immediately turned to charge back towards him. Harry hovered on his broomstick and grimaced - it was now or never. Harbaxen's eyes glowed deep red as he drove the mighty beast directly at Harry.
Fire started to erupt from the dragon's jaws and at the last moment, Harry slapped his hand onto the lightening symbol. The world in front of him erupted in a wild burst of light and energy. The lightening bolt from the front of the broomstick met the fire from the dragon's maw and the combination of the two resulted in an ear-splitting eruption of noise and a blinding flash. The dragon for a moment became a fireball of incandescent brightness then a jagged lightening bolt shot out of the flame hitting the ground below and shooting high into the sky. When the flash vanished there was no sign of the dragon or Harbaxen. Harry was thrown backwards by the shock wave. He spun through the air clutching his broomstick.
By the time he hit the ground, Harry had already passed out.