Immortal Conflicts

By: Myself

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor another other character owned or created by J. K. R. (If you don't know who that is, then you are probably reading the wrong fan fiction.) because SHE owns them. I do however own Elsa Leigh. And Mikeal, Miranda and Madeline Malfoy. They're mine and if you try to take them... well let's just say unpleasant things will occur to you. (But it is getting kinda crowded in here. If anyone else shows up, I'm going to have to start throwing people out of windows and such. Oh wait! That's probably going to happen anyway...)

A/N:

Freeze Halo: Thank you. I'm pleased to know you like it. I imagine it will get much more interesting as time goes on. Well, if my muse wasn't such a lazy bugger that is. /Glares at Damien/

Chapter 5

Now What Happens When I Do This?




With two weeks left to go until until he started his first term at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he had already read through all of his course work and gotten heads up from Fred and George, Ron's brothers, about certain assignments he might have problems with. Now he was wandering around the house, his father following close behind, and levitating anything he could possibly think of to levitate.

"Windgardium Leviosa!" the black haired boy called out, and a large antique chair, coffee table and vase flew across the room, stopping inches before smashing into the wall.

"What did I tell you, Harry?" Mikeal Malfoy asked as he came up behind the boy. "I told you you had to concentrate harder when you levitate more than one thing at once or the spell would get out of hand, didn't I?" He raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"Yes, Dad. But I think I have a handle on this now. Can we move on to something else, please? There's so much left to master before start of term and George and Fred said that they didn't have to levitate but a single feather." He looked at his father with pleading emerald eyes.

"Well, I suppose so, Harry," he answered, dropping the wards that he placed up around the house to keep the Ministry from knowing there was underage magic going on. "What do you have left on your list of subjects?"

Harry sheathed his new wand, 11 inches, holly and phoenix feather. Quite the nice wand, Mr. Ollivander had stated while giving him a serious look over. It was quite rude really, but not half as rude as some of things that came out of Draco's mouth. He grimaced at the thought and went over his list of subjects mentally. Went over transfiguring matches to needles. Far too easy, once you got the hang of it. Scoured all of his text books. And even went over the levitating charm. If that wasn't everything, he didn't know what was.

But still there was one thing left. And in his humble opinion it was the best thing yet. Flying. The thought of the wind whipping past his face and reaching his hand out and snatching the Snitch. He sighed and a small smile crossed his face.

His father smiled a little as well. "Judging by the look on your face, I'd say the only thing left on your list is flying lessons, eh?"

"I'm going to be seeker for my House, Dad. No matter what. No matter which house, either." His eyes took on a dark gleam, clouding over the green until they were nearly black. "I don't care what anyone says. I want the position, so I'm going to get it."

His straightened his glasses on his face, and went to the broom closet to get out one of the family brooms. It was so old, the make and model number had completely wore off. Oh well, he thought. Dad said if I make the house team, he'll buy me a new one. I'll take his word on that.

Just as he walked out of the door, the fireplace behind him flared up. Arther Weasley, Ron's dad's face appeared in the flames, lined with worry and a touch of panic in his eyes. "Boy. Get your father. NOW!"

Harry backed wordlessly into the hall and turned, running quickly down it, yelled for his father.

Mikeal Malfoy appeared. "What is it, Harry? You can't wait five minutes to go flying?" He asked, a scowl crossing his face.

"Uncle Arther's in the fire," splurted the boy. "It looked really important."

"We'll see about that," Malfoy said, walking calmly down the hallway into the living room. "What is that you've got yourself all worked up about, Arther?" he asked sternly, still scowling.

"Harry. Leave the room please," he requested quietly.

"Wait outside for me Harry," his father said shortly, and Harry turned to the front door and exited the house.

"Now what in the bloody nine hells was that all about, Weasley?" raged Mikeal.

"Sorry, chap. But I just got word through the grapevine. You-Know-Who's escaped."

Mikeal's face turned whiter than paper and he sat down hard on the couch he had saved a few minutes before. "Voldemort's escaped?"

"Yes. And apparently, he thinks that Harry is the one who landed him Azkaban. Never mind the fact the lad was only two months old. You-Know-Who left us a little love letter describing his plans for the future in great detail."

"He's going to go after Harry?" he responded in an uncomprehending voice. "Oh good lord Jesus!" He screamed, jumping up from the couch. "He's going to go after Harry!" He rushed to the front door, pulled it open and stared out into the empty front lawn. "HARRY!" he bellowed, but no answer came. "HARRY! ANSWER ME!" He ran out of the door, black hair flying, and turning the corner of the house, he skid to a stop. He literally froze in his tracks.

The only thing standing in between his son and about twenty angry death eaters was a small silver dragon?? Every curse they fired off at him, the dragon deflected and growing tired of their antics, threw one warning fireball into their midst. Obviously not getting the hint, the charged the small beast, whose shoulder came up no higher than Harry head. The animal's head swung around, snatched Harry off the ground and deposited him on her back. For one moment, the dragon's eyes and Mikeal's eyes met. GET YOUR FAMILY OUT OF HERE! a voice screamed in his head, and he was off, as was the dragon, both dodging curses and hexes as if their lives depended on it.

A/N: Wow. And we thought things were a bit off before. Oh my. Damien, my darling muse...

Yes?

Might I inquire why you just made me almost kill Harry and his family?

Because it makes for an interesting plot? /Grins innocently./

You do realize what will happen if I actually went through with your opriginal plan and not modified it, correct.

/Cough/ I have no idea what you're talking about.

/Glares and growls/ Keep it up wise guy and you'll be thrown out the window with the rest of them. /Looks around./ Did I just say that? O.o