Dragon Keys
By Kryptonite
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The entire school was halfway through their dinner when the two friends burst in.
Professor Dumbledore we need to speak with you. Harry and Ash had slowed to a walk as they moved under the heavy stares of everyone in the building.
Can't it wait Potter? Snape snapped from his seat. It looked like Remus, sitting next to him, had kicked his shin, judging by the way he jumped and glared at him.
It's about the war. We might have an advantage. Ash punched him in the shoulder, obviously not wishing to speak up. Okay, we have a definite advantage, Another punch. A major advantage.
Which is? Dumbledore's eyes twinkled under his bushy white eye brows.
Dragons. The entire hall suddenly burst out in whispers.
Dragons? Did she say dragons? Is she joking?
About bloody time. Remus Lupin spat, sitting back in his chair, staring at Ash with gleaming eyes. She glared back at him. Snape stifled a bemused snort.
I think we should go into a more... private... area. Dumbledore stood and started to shuffle along the teacher's table towards the room off the side.
Care to explain why you were late to lunch? Snape, McGonagall, and Lupin had followed Dumbledore and the two students.
We were talking to the cavalry. Ash muttered under her breath. Unfortunately, Snape in all his excellent hearing, heard.
And what cavalry would that be?
The dragons sir. Harry intercepted Severus Snape's legendary anger. He sneered at the idea of dragons being able to talk and communicate with a human much less willingly forgoing their nature and helping one.
Be quiet Severus. Now, tell us what happened in detail. Everyone settled down for a long discussion. Eventually the discussion wound down to war tactics and how they could possibly win.
We need all the help we can get.
And on that note, off to bed we go. Dumbledore said, speaking up for the first time in an hour.
Yes sir. Ash said, pulling Harry with her as she backed away. They walked slowly down the corridors to the common room. Their footsteps echoed off the walls, loud and clear.
Good night Harry.
G'nite Ash. The two went their separate ways, both wondering what was going to happen next.
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The group of friends spent many nights working out plans that would never work to defeat the Dark Lord. In the end, Harry and Ashley just disappeared one night. They left a note saying they'd be back soon and not to worry. Which of course, everyone did.
Harry, you and I both know this is stupid. Ash whispered as she and Harry crouched in the bushes.
It's our best bet to get rid of them all at once. Snape said there was a death eater meeting planned for tonight.
Three weeks in advance which doesn't mean anything if we get ourselves killed first! Ash hissed, furious with herself for coming and with Harry for convincing her to come. A sudden rustling ahead of them made them both fall silent.
I thought I heard voices. A voice sounding a lot like Goyle was in front of them.
Lumos. Another word was whispered and Ash and Harry started floating.
Looks like we found a couple a spies. The second man laughed before he realized who it was.
That's Harry Potter. We'll get huge rewards for bringing him in. Bring the girl too. Master might be feeling restless. The two men shared in the joke as it's meaning dawned on Ash who felt like she just might puke. Good thing I didn't eat much food.'
Master! Master!
What is it? Voldemort's voice rose and fell in irritation as he was interrupted.
Harry Potter milord. The men bowed, dragging a motionless Harry behind them.
Harry Potter. Voldemort breathed the word. Bring him to me. Harry and Ash were both brought forward. Voldemort went through his usual at-last-I-have-you-now-I-will-kill-you speech. Ash let him drone on, her mind wandering.
A hand reached out and slammed into her face as a wake up call, blood poured freely over her mouth. A few more punches were given just to wake her up and everyone of them involved some sort of sharp implement. When they were done, Voldemort was laughing madly. Harry stared in horror at the bleeding body of someone who he had come to respect as an equal and not just an underclassmen.
An almost imperceptible noise near the edges of the light caught Ash's attention. She lifted her bloody head painfully from where it hung and looked at the area surrounding the camp. A single gleaming talon told her what was there. The dragons stepped into plain view of all the death eaters whose first instinct was to scatter, but whose second instinct was not to do anything that would piss off Lord Voldemort.
