Xenith
'Blood is thicker than water, but politics is even thicker than blood.'
~~~Dune
Chapter Nine
The nine teenage trainers rushed to the dragon as it settled into the earth with a soft thump.
"Where's all this damn blood coming from?" Brad managed out as his hands worked over the burning dragon flesh.
"Where isn't it coming from?" Brian snarled as he found one of the wounds at the base of its massive neck. "I've got one here." he said before closing his mouth over the bloody scrape.
"Chris's got one too." Timothy nearly sighed with relief as he saw his sister drop to her knees and close her mouth over the immense gash.
"Anymore?"
Mat dropped his half smoked cigarette on the ground as his scarred hands found another lesion on the creature's underbelly. He disappeared, without a word, behind the dragon.
"We can't find anymore Tim."
"Good."
A Ravenclaw girl cleared her throat loudly and tentatively raised her hand.
"Not now." Timothy snapped, barely glancing in her direction as he conjured dressings. The girl's hand dropped immediately and she slinked to the back of the class flushing furiously.
Chris spat a mouthful of dragon blood into the grass at her feet before putting her lips to the beast again. The blood singed the grass, burning little pits in the ground everywhere it touched. Fred could hardly imagine what it was doing to her mouth.
"That's enough." Timothy tugged at her shoulder. "Brian, Chris, Mat . . . Mat!" he wrenched his brother away from the great worm.
"Damn-it Timothy!" Mat knocked away from his brother and dropped back to his knees and pressed his palms against the gapping, bloody hole.
"That's what these are for you git!"
Timothy dropped a load of bandages in Mat's lap before moving to Brian. Mat kept one hand firmly on the open wound tearing savagely at the wrappings with his teeth and free, blood scored, hand.
--
"How is it?" Dumbledore strode easily though the students gathered at the fallen fire breather, Kyle in his wake.
"There had to have been an attack." Timothy strode over to Dumbledore. "The blood only began to show when it reached us, but I believe Archimedes did some significant damage to the Quidditch Pitch."
"Yes, I can see that. But will he survive?"
"We're doing our best."
"Mr Walters," Dumbledore turned to the Prefect. "You and Miss Andrews go to the Quidditch Pitch, I want you to wait there until one of Professors shows up." Kyle ran back up to the castle with Dylan Andrews, a pretty little girl with short black hair. "Fred? George?" The two jumped, startled at being addressed at a time like this.
"Yes?" George managed as the Headmaster pulled the two aside.
"I want the two of you to go to the Owlery and send a letter to your father for me. Tell him there's been an attack---although he should know that already. Fudge is going to try to pass this off as some random accident. I need you to ask your father to get back to me immediately. I need to know exactly what happened but I cannot leave the school." The two nodded. "This is vital information for the Order, do you understand?"
"Yes." They answered in unison.
--
Harry dropped the front end of his broomstick and plummeted, straight at the ground, swooping beneath Ginny's tiny frame. Ginny smashed into Harry, knocking him from his broom. The full impact of her fall was transferred through him as all of the air was knocked from his lungs. He heard a girl scream from above him and a boy bellow something across the grounds from somewhere near Hagrid's cabin.
Harry rolled Ginny delicately off himself as Madam Hootch rushed over to them.
"What happened?" he asked immediately as the flying teacher levitated the smallest, unconscious, Weasley. "Is she going to be okay?"
"Stay here Mr Potter. She addressed him vaguely. "I'm taking her up to Madam Pomfrey, she'll be fine."
Harry stood there stupidly, watching Madam Hootch disappear into the castle.
"What do you think it was Harry?" Colin Creevy said from Harry's shoulder.
"What?" Harry turned around sharply.
"What do you think happened?" Colin was trembling, pale, and looked like he was going to be sick. "Will Ginny be okay?"
"Madam Hootch says she'll be fine." He answered automatically, peering over the top of Colin's head towards Hagrid's cabin.
"But what was it Harry? What happened?"
"A dragon." He'd spotted the white mass now blocking the cabin.
"What? How do you know?" Harry nodded vaguely in the direction of the beast. Colin turned. "That can't be good. Someone should get Dumbledore."
"He's coming." Their Headmaster was striding his way towards Hagrid's cottage with a blond boy close behind.
They watched as Dumbledore directed the boy and another girl towards the Quidditch Pitch. The two students jogged towards them as two very crimson haired boys darted up to the castle.
"Can everyone please gather 'round?" The blond wizard called to the newly assembled Quidditch class. "Okay," he started when the class had gathered themselves and stopped asking loud, random, questions. "Okay, we don't know what, exactly, has happened." There was an explosion of inquiries at this declaration. "Please!" He shouted above the noise. "Please! We may not know what happened but I assure you that it will be taken care of."
"Is anyone hurt?" The girl asked.
"Ginny Weasley was taken up to the hospital wing." Colin said quietly.
"How bad was she?"
"I caught her." Harry cut in looking up from the hole he was making in the grass with his foot. "Before she hit the ground, I caught her." He finished going back to the hole.
"She was unconscious though. Whatever hit her must have knocked her out." Colin finished off for him.
"What was it?" Harold Bowen, one of the two Ravenclaws, said.
"Are you blind?" Draco sneered. "Take a look around you. It was a bloody dragon."
"It was a dragon," the blond stopped the fight before it had a chance to begin. "But we do have everything under control and there was no breech of Hogwarts security. That dragon is supposed to be here. Everything else will be explained by Dumbledore."
"But---"
"Why---?"
"How---?" Was started by nearly everyone. Only Harry remained quite.
"EVERYTHING will be explained by Professor Dumbledore!" He repeated over the mass of voices.
--
"This can't be good." Fred muttered to George as they made their way away from the Owlery, having sent notice to their father of the attack.
"I know. I mean, what kind of magic could injure a dragon like that?" George hissed as they passed a classroom. "Look," They stopped before one of the windows lining the Charms corridor. "Kyle and Dylan are taking everyone inside."
"Come on George." Fred pulled away from the widow.
"Where are we going?"
"I want to talk to Chris before dinner."
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'Blood is thicker than water, but politics is even thicker than blood.'
~~~Dune
Chapter Nine
The nine teenage trainers rushed to the dragon as it settled into the earth with a soft thump.
"Where's all this damn blood coming from?" Brad managed out as his hands worked over the burning dragon flesh.
"Where isn't it coming from?" Brian snarled as he found one of the wounds at the base of its massive neck. "I've got one here." he said before closing his mouth over the bloody scrape.
"Chris's got one too." Timothy nearly sighed with relief as he saw his sister drop to her knees and close her mouth over the immense gash.
"Anymore?"
Mat dropped his half smoked cigarette on the ground as his scarred hands found another lesion on the creature's underbelly. He disappeared, without a word, behind the dragon.
"We can't find anymore Tim."
"Good."
A Ravenclaw girl cleared her throat loudly and tentatively raised her hand.
"Not now." Timothy snapped, barely glancing in her direction as he conjured dressings. The girl's hand dropped immediately and she slinked to the back of the class flushing furiously.
Chris spat a mouthful of dragon blood into the grass at her feet before putting her lips to the beast again. The blood singed the grass, burning little pits in the ground everywhere it touched. Fred could hardly imagine what it was doing to her mouth.
"That's enough." Timothy tugged at her shoulder. "Brian, Chris, Mat . . . Mat!" he wrenched his brother away from the great worm.
"Damn-it Timothy!" Mat knocked away from his brother and dropped back to his knees and pressed his palms against the gapping, bloody hole.
"That's what these are for you git!"
Timothy dropped a load of bandages in Mat's lap before moving to Brian. Mat kept one hand firmly on the open wound tearing savagely at the wrappings with his teeth and free, blood scored, hand.
--
"How is it?" Dumbledore strode easily though the students gathered at the fallen fire breather, Kyle in his wake.
"There had to have been an attack." Timothy strode over to Dumbledore. "The blood only began to show when it reached us, but I believe Archimedes did some significant damage to the Quidditch Pitch."
"Yes, I can see that. But will he survive?"
"We're doing our best."
"Mr Walters," Dumbledore turned to the Prefect. "You and Miss Andrews go to the Quidditch Pitch, I want you to wait there until one of Professors shows up." Kyle ran back up to the castle with Dylan Andrews, a pretty little girl with short black hair. "Fred? George?" The two jumped, startled at being addressed at a time like this.
"Yes?" George managed as the Headmaster pulled the two aside.
"I want the two of you to go to the Owlery and send a letter to your father for me. Tell him there's been an attack---although he should know that already. Fudge is going to try to pass this off as some random accident. I need you to ask your father to get back to me immediately. I need to know exactly what happened but I cannot leave the school." The two nodded. "This is vital information for the Order, do you understand?"
"Yes." They answered in unison.
--
Harry dropped the front end of his broomstick and plummeted, straight at the ground, swooping beneath Ginny's tiny frame. Ginny smashed into Harry, knocking him from his broom. The full impact of her fall was transferred through him as all of the air was knocked from his lungs. He heard a girl scream from above him and a boy bellow something across the grounds from somewhere near Hagrid's cabin.
Harry rolled Ginny delicately off himself as Madam Hootch rushed over to them.
"What happened?" he asked immediately as the flying teacher levitated the smallest, unconscious, Weasley. "Is she going to be okay?"
"Stay here Mr Potter. She addressed him vaguely. "I'm taking her up to Madam Pomfrey, she'll be fine."
Harry stood there stupidly, watching Madam Hootch disappear into the castle.
"What do you think it was Harry?" Colin Creevy said from Harry's shoulder.
"What?" Harry turned around sharply.
"What do you think happened?" Colin was trembling, pale, and looked like he was going to be sick. "Will Ginny be okay?"
"Madam Hootch says she'll be fine." He answered automatically, peering over the top of Colin's head towards Hagrid's cabin.
"But what was it Harry? What happened?"
"A dragon." He'd spotted the white mass now blocking the cabin.
"What? How do you know?" Harry nodded vaguely in the direction of the beast. Colin turned. "That can't be good. Someone should get Dumbledore."
"He's coming." Their Headmaster was striding his way towards Hagrid's cottage with a blond boy close behind.
They watched as Dumbledore directed the boy and another girl towards the Quidditch Pitch. The two students jogged towards them as two very crimson haired boys darted up to the castle.
"Can everyone please gather 'round?" The blond wizard called to the newly assembled Quidditch class. "Okay," he started when the class had gathered themselves and stopped asking loud, random, questions. "Okay, we don't know what, exactly, has happened." There was an explosion of inquiries at this declaration. "Please!" He shouted above the noise. "Please! We may not know what happened but I assure you that it will be taken care of."
"Is anyone hurt?" The girl asked.
"Ginny Weasley was taken up to the hospital wing." Colin said quietly.
"How bad was she?"
"I caught her." Harry cut in looking up from the hole he was making in the grass with his foot. "Before she hit the ground, I caught her." He finished going back to the hole.
"She was unconscious though. Whatever hit her must have knocked her out." Colin finished off for him.
"What was it?" Harold Bowen, one of the two Ravenclaws, said.
"Are you blind?" Draco sneered. "Take a look around you. It was a bloody dragon."
"It was a dragon," the blond stopped the fight before it had a chance to begin. "But we do have everything under control and there was no breech of Hogwarts security. That dragon is supposed to be here. Everything else will be explained by Dumbledore."
"But---"
"Why---?"
"How---?" Was started by nearly everyone. Only Harry remained quite.
"EVERYTHING will be explained by Professor Dumbledore!" He repeated over the mass of voices.
--
"This can't be good." Fred muttered to George as they made their way away from the Owlery, having sent notice to their father of the attack.
"I know. I mean, what kind of magic could injure a dragon like that?" George hissed as they passed a classroom. "Look," They stopped before one of the windows lining the Charms corridor. "Kyle and Dylan are taking everyone inside."
"Come on George." Fred pulled away from the widow.
"Where are we going?"
"I want to talk to Chris before dinner."
--
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((¸¸.·´ ..·´ -:¦:- tbc -:¦:-
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