Disclaimer:

I don't own anything to do with the Harry Potter universe, J. K Rowling has that honor. I also don't own anything to do with Temeraire, that wonderful Naomi Novik does. I'm just borrowing the verses for a bit.

AN: Didn't think you wanted to wait any longer for an update so I decided to post this now instead of trying to add more words to it. I've read this a few times and can't see anything funky but that could just be my eyes skipping over shit.

If there are any mistakes they are all mine, absolutely no betas, we die like men.

Also, I finally got a job! That's the good news, bad news is the hours are all over the place and the work is chaotic so writing time will only be on my days off now. But this means my muse might be happier so we'll see what happens.

Chapter ten: To a boiling swell...

With a loud crackle that startled the white menace into flapping backward a few paces, the lightning attack hit home with a splash in a satisfying sizzle on the white dragon's left shoulder and part of her chest, boiling the scales there with frightening speed and quite possibly making the use of that arm extremely painful, maybe to the point of crippling if she wasn't used to such pain and damage. The answering howl of rage, pain and fear she unleashed shortly after Harry's stunt and the quick, almost instinctive reaction to dive in order to put distance between her and him proved that, no matter her obvious arrogance and pride in her skills, she could still be hurt and could learn from it rather well. Harry quickly darted away in the opposite direction so that he would have more space to come around again now that she was actively trying to avoid him yet knew to stay close enough to keep him making those sharp turns which opened him up for her attacks.

The look in her eyes as she passed under him and Temeraire was very weary now, a kind of fear filled respect coupled with calculation and the need to understand; Harry could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she tried to figure out what he did, could he do it again and how often and what his range was. Harry, however, had no intention of letting her know that unless he had a lot of water saved up and used only a little at a time, then it was a limited thing at range and he would have to be up close to bite her in order to deal damage with his electric attack.

He dove down to close the gap between them, trying to herd the devil into a kill box that his brother and both their crews could take advantage of, by knocking her onto the ground from above. It failed of course because she was mirroring his movements just enough to cause him to redirected or injure himself and the crew on his back when the eventual clash would happen. Harry didn't want to connect with her for a grapple, as that would end badly for him as he was far too encumbered right now. Instead, he chose to viciously snap his teeth at the air near her right wing as he circled around though he knew there was no way he could touch her at this range with her superior flying skills; the attack was more a way to gleam just how weary she was of him now, which was not very at all, as it was apparent in the way she didn't flinch from him, only dodged gracefully, that she was worried about his breath attack and not his teeth. 'A foolish thing because my teeth can put that shock straight into her flesh and deal just as much if not more damage depending on how long I hold on.'

The white devil whipped her head around to keep both Harry and his brother in view with her eyes darting from each of them when the black dragons sped up with their flapping to match her pace; her worried gaze hung on Temeraire especially now that he looked to be trying to mimic her Divine Wind and making some kind of head way with it as his coughing was getting more dangerous sounding with every hack, very much like distant thunder rolling in; if he figured out how to do it properly and not just as an accident, he could be the most dangerous of the Dragon Flight the French had save for their fire-breathers. Harry needed water to do his trick from afar but Temeraire and the fire-breathers needed nothing extra to work their ranged attacks.

"I cannot waste anymore time fighting with you! The demon will escape again and I will deem you in league with them if this happens!" the white dragon hissed at them with a snarl on her breath, shaking her head as she carefully dropped down to the nearest building, one that was almost right across from the building she had been swooping on earlier when Harry and his group arrived, and landed heavily on her uninjured leg. She had to rear back in order to start clawing at the roof like a wild animal with the only non-painful leg she had left, cradling the other against her chest a bit and flexing the fingers in a way that suggested she still had some range of motion in them. The people inside screamed in fear and Harry heard a gunshot from somewhere below as the dragon pulled a part of the wall down in her hast to get at whatever she was chasing that seemed to be inside.

"Come out demon! Enough of your games! NO STAY AWAY!" she roared the last at Temeraire when he performed an awkward dive to smack her off the roof and away from the poor folk inside that were probably going to have a very terrible fear of dragons from this day on. Harry flew from the side she wasn't guarding to try and boil her again, only managing to land his attack on her tail when she pulled up to stand on her hind legs in order to dodge his crackling spit. The white beast screamed in anger and a little pain before slashing at Harry's face when he came back around for another go, catching his nose and part of his right eyebrow as he passed. She wobbled on her hind legs for a moment and tried to catch his face again when he came to hover in front of her for another spit but he zipped away before her claws made contact. She wound up overextending her reach when her prey was no longer there to catch her attack and dropped back down on the crumbling roof face first, sniffing loudly around it while flailing and screaming in frustration and pain; her damaged shoulder being jarred terribly in the fall.

Harry whirled around, flaring his wings out to make the turn sharper and came back at her sides as she moved on to the next building to repeat her attack, catching her whipping tail straight to his face instead of following through with the tackle to her chest that he had been aiming for. When he pulled away to gain some distance from the white dragon's next claw attack, he heard her speak suddenly, her voice muffled a bit from where her snout was now buried in the wreckage of the room.

"Now you are stuck! You have no way to escape justice, demon!" she crowed as the offices she had cornered her prey in were made of sturdier stuff than the last few and didn't seem to be giving out as easily.

Whatever Harry was expecting from the human shape darting pass one of the windows of the building that the white dragon was sitting on, it certainly wasn't a bout of mad cackling in a high pitched voice. The kind that brought back many bad memories from long ago that he would prefer to be buried and never be unearthed again if he could help it. The longer it went on, the more the shape at the window danced around in shadow from the female dragon's attacks, taunting her with only a mad laugh and the fact that she could not catch them, the more Harry felt a cold chill blow through him in that moment. With the chill came the memories of red or green flashes which filled his mind and heart with a familiar terror and horror from his war torn youth.

So lost in these old memories was he that it took Harry a dreadfully long moment and a truly fear filled thought from his brother for the elder black dragon to realize the green light wasn't only in his memories anymore, it was flying across the space between the window and his passing brother, right at the very exposed and shocked Captain on Temeraire's back! The younger dragon wasted no time at all, knowing damn well from Harry's stories what a green light could do and snapped his wings in close, dropping from the sky like a stone, the green light only just rushing past him with a roar of wind and dissipating a little further out.

Harry tore his shocked gaze from the sight of his intact and very much breathing brother with great difficulty and turned to face the destroyed window on his next circle around, calling out to his panicking brother as his eyes narrowed onto the form clad in loose, black as pitch clothing that was half hanging out of said window as they retreated from the pose that suggested they threw that spell out with all their might. "Temeraire! Are you well?" the elder's heart was in his throat as he listened to his shaken brother give the building a wide berth, the sound of his wings getting further and further away with each pass and the white dragon was now following his lead as if she could smell the death on that light and wanted nothing to do with it.

"I am untouched! But I do not like this foe, they do not fight fair at all! We cannot throw Green Death back at them!" Temeraire replied with a huff, circling in a different pattern now so that he came nowhere close to where the being continued to laugh yet was still close enough to his brother to lend support should the fight turn ugly.

The tall and thin figure now stood daringly on the sill in a semi relaxed pose, half in the room and half out with their right hand clinging to something inside that they would obviously be using to pull themselves back in quickly should the need arise, while the other hand hung loosely at their side with the green glow just now fully fading away from the dark gloved hand. The face was still hidden in the shadow of the hood but Harry could feel the cruel smirk, could almost smell the smug superiority oozing off of them as they stood there in defiance of everything for a few moments more before, quick as a snake, they flung their left hand out toward the white dragon and non-verbally let loose a nasty purple curse that missed the mark when she dove away.

The being then turned on their heel and with a loud crack they vanished from their place in the window, the dust, blood, fear and questions lingered behind and were just as powerful as the laughing that still rung in Harry's head.

AN:

Okay, so this works for me, the chapter length will be no longer than this but will probably be at least this from now until I can get things situated in my life to allow for long writing binges and no distractions. I've been fighting with some of the plot bunnies on this story because the original idea was that only Harry, Luna and two more, one you haven't met yet, and the one other you lot haven't gotten a proper look at, would be the only HP people here but a part of me wants to add more HP peeps to the mix as either Captains or dragons.

I know that will be waaaay too many to keep an eye on in future stories of the series unless most stay behind in the Temeraire world which is why I'm fighting myself on this idea. I've also got a plot bunny that says make each world have a HP person be born in it so that Harry has allies or enemies in each world that would already be familiar with him instead of them all being in the one world.

Probably going to go with that idea if I decide to add more.