Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way (wish I did cause then I would be RICH but that's beside the point).  I do own Ragnarok, all the other dragons, and the Drakes.

Before I forget again

"Text" is normal speech

Text is Ragnarok thinking

"Text" is a drake or wild dragon talking

            It has been about one full year since Voldemort died, and the human world is returning to normal.  Here, the difference between the times was almost unnoticeable anyway, so life is as it should be.  My only regret is that I didn't get the chance to rip Voldemort apart myself.  As for the boy, I have flown back there to check on him once or twice, and he doesn't seem to be doing too badly, and true to the oath I took after returning that night, I have not interfered in any human affairs since confirming Voldemort's death.

            I woke up as a beam of sunlight lanced into my cave and hit me squarely in the eye.  I yawned and made my way to the cave entrance, I think it's about time I got something to eat I thought.

            "Hungry…hungry…hungry!"

            I sighed, one of the disadvantages of being one of the few who understand all of the various species of dragon is that I can also understand Fyre.  He's a Drake, about as long as a human's forearm not counting the tail, and the full length of an arm counting it, and maybe a foot longer if he stretches his neck out.  Most of the species resemble the stereotypical Western Dragon in everything except size.  Fyre is full-grown, and a flame-red in color (hence the name).

            "Fyre, just go and catch a rabbit or something.  You're getting lazy and I'm not going to keep hunting for you forever."

            He just looked at me and flew out of the cave.  Hahaha…crazy little guy… I thought opening my wings and flying out of the cave.  A few minutes later, I spotted a herd of goats down below, and grabbed one of the older ones, and ate it.

            When I finished, I flew over to a nearby river, and had a drink.  I noticed a brief movement out of the corner of my eye, and jerked to the side and stuck my tail out.  I then saw a familiar red shape go over my tail and into the river.

            "Leria?"

            "Hey!!! What was that for!?" she sputtered.

            "It's what you get for sneaking up on me Leria." I laughed helping her out of the river.

            "Well….anyway, Shaeldar wanted to see both of us, and he told me to find you."

            "Is this another one of your jokes Leria?" I asked suspiciously.

            "No! I'm serious! He wants to see both of us!"

            I sighed, if this was for real, then there is no way that I would ignore a summons from the Leader of the Guard (and the most powerful warrior living right now).  Shaeldar is a platinum dragon, like I am, but he is well over three thousand years old, as compared to my five hundred and Leria's four hundred eighty.

"Alright, lets go."

            We took off and flew to the Spire, tall structure which is in the middle of the island that we live on.  It holds the Conclave (the 5 dragons who rule), and it also holds the training grounds.

            When we landed at the entrance, a black dragon greeted us and took us to see Shaeldar.

            "Ragnarok, Leria, I have grave news for the two of you," He started.  "I have just received a report saying that Voldemort did not die one year ago.

            "But, sir, that's not possible!  I went there and was told that he was dead!" I blurted out.

            "True as that may be, the conclave just told me that they can sense a dark presence, and that they feel that it is exactly the same as what they felt off of Voldemort.  However, he is very weak, so they cannot get an exact location.  The two of you have the greatest magical potential out of all the others in your group, and since you both requested the chance to deal with Voldemort over the years, I felt it would be best to give you the chance.  When Voldemort is stronger, his first target will probably be the boy who defeated him in the first place, so one of you will be trained to protect the boy."

            I stepped forward, "I'll do it sir.  I have talked to Dumbledore in the past, and if Harry Potter becomes a wizard, Dumbledore is the headmaster of the school to which he will go."

            "And you also want a chance to get your claws into Voldemort this time?" Shaeldar asked.

            "Errrrrr….yes sir…."

            "The two of you were never told why we wouldn't let you go and put a stop to him when you asked, were you?"

            "No sir."

            "No sir."

            "Two others went about four years before you first asked, and they just barely managed to get back here before they died.  It seems that Voldemort and his followers cursed them so badly and all at once that they managed to break the normal spell resistance that we have."

            "I will still do this sir," I said.

            "Very well then.  Ragnarok, you are dismissed.  Come back here tomorrow morning.  Leria, I want to talk to you so wait here."

            "Yes sir."

            "Yes sir."

            The same black dragon that showed us in then returned and I followed him out and flew off to my cave to think it all over and get some sleep.

Well, there's chapter two done, same as before, read and review.