Shitza: It was a long time ago since I updated this, but I thought it was about time now. Well, I have to thank Ron for his gracious help for this, narrating parts of this story, while he will be telling us one thing that happened him very recently.

Chapter 2 Ron's Tale

The applause soon silenced and it was time for the next story. Their goblets were filled with more wine as Ron went into the narrator's spotlight. He maybe didn't have something like Harry to talk about, but he had something he thought was just as good. He cleared his throat and told them, about his adventure in Rumania. About him and a very stubborn boy.

---Ron's Tale---

I was down for a visit to Charlie, my brother. I can't say that the journey down was that adventurous, but painful. We had a very great luggage with us, a dozen of dragon eggs, all of them close off hatching. We wanted to hurry, because it would be too hard to explain what a bunch of newborn dragons did outside their reservations. It wasn't that comfortable either, riding in the protection of the dark, carrying a bag on your back, stuffed with these eggs you could feel moving. Also, we had old standard brooms Charlie's friend had leant us.

But luckily nothing happened or it would really have been an adventure. We arrived at the reservation just in time because then the first dragon hatched, a beautiful female Opaleye it was. I was quite fond of her, Opaleyes are very rare around, and really pretty for being dragons. Oh well, I know I sound like Hagrid talking like this

Well, I think it was about sunrise after that we had arrived when I noticed we were missing an egg, and it was a horror, what if a muggle would find it. I told Charlie I would fly off to look after it, even though my back hurt I knew letting it lie there would clearly unveil our identities, something I knew the Minister would never forgive me for doing.

I didn't find it, it had to be well hidden, yet I found something else I thought was extraordinary. A golden medallion hanging by a branch of a small oak. I flew down to see what it was, that is when I got stuck in a trap, a large net someone had thrown on me.

Well, you can imagine my anger. I grew so furious I tried to burn it off, but none of my fires worked. To my disbelief I saw that the net was made of water, and also impossible to break.

I sat in that net for hours, until someone came and dragged me to his place. I kept asking who it was, but he had a hood on him. Yet I didn't know by then if it was either a she or an he.

Well, whoever it was she or he dragged me towards a cottage, where the person locked me up in what I believed as a prison. The bright side for me was that I wasn't caught in a net any longer, which really felt like being trapped like a worthless animal. Yet I noticed that the cell, or room I had been dragged into, too was made of water, making my Elemental powers useless. And it had been heavily protected by spells. I grew mighty furious, but had to wait silently for my doom, which how I had no idea of how it would be.

Next day, I suppose it was, the person who had managed to kidnap me came back, but no she didn't let me out. Notice I said she, it was a woman. She just threw some bread and told me to drink from the walls. She said my client was on his way. Well, I didn't understand much and choose more to starve during the day.

"You never told me!" Cassandra said angrily. From the facts that Ron and she was engaged you could understand her fear of him being with that stranger for days.

"I never did anything, besides I wouldn't had done anything before I really knew what she wanted, and to tell you the truth her things chocked me."

After two days of being locked once more the door opened. The woman who had taken me came in.

Here's your client, or maybe I should say how it is, patient.

Behind her stood a five-year-old boy.

"I want you to teach him to talk again, he has been so quiet for such a long time. Then I will release you."

You can guess how relieved I was, thinking this would be an easy task. Well, I had been wrong, it surely wasn't.

I tried to convince him to talk. The woman told me he hadn't said anything for a year and she was getting all worried for him. Yet how much I tried he just sighed and I didn't get more sound coming from him. I then started to use spells, but not even that worked. I tried to get sound from him, I searched his memories for his fears and created this, but he screamed without sounds.

I stayed there for continuing three days, and still nothing. Soon I had to give up, because I couldn't force him to talk. The woman returned and picked him up, and to my relief released me. Yet the worries about the boy grew. I stayed for some days, still trying in various ways.

The woman got pleased with me staying, and she finally managed to treat me nicely. Well, after all I was trying to help, even if all my tries hadn't worked. I usually tried to conversation with the both, and did this with me talking, him doing gestures. We did understand each other for a while, but still he hadn't told me off his problems.

Yet after some more days I knew I ad to go to look for that dragon. I headed south, from a direction I knew all dragons went and to my luck I found the half egg. The dragon obviously had already hatched, and I followed the tracks back to the house. My imagination played with me as I got nearer to the house and I ran the last part. The dragon didn't change direction.

The woman got surprised by seeing me at her gate once more. When I told her eyes grew wide and she yelped. Just then we heard a roar coming from the upstairs room, where the boy lived. We both took out our wands and hurried up. Yet to both of our surprise we found the boy unharmed, friendly patting the growing beasts head.

I was happy to find it, and then I understood the reason for the boy's stubborn silence. It was a Hebridean black, and one of its magical properties by constantly being with one was to grow silent. I knew the boy would be fine once the dragon was back in his reservation, my only problem was, how would I convince him of letting me take it.

Yet the woman, who happened to be his sister, walked over and said that he wasn't allowed to have large animals like this. That's when I mentioned the reservation and we all agreed that it was the best place for him to be. It was a sorrowful goodbye, but at least I had managed to get it back, so I did try to keep my mood up. Also I had told the boy he could always come and visit.

"And then?" Hermione asked who had been completely enchanted by the story.

"Stop interrupting all the time!" Ron said and continued.

the boy is nowadays Rumania's best dragon tamer, even better then my brother. He is only eight, so you can guess how good he has to be and how much better he will become in the future.

---End of tale---

Ron took a sip of his wine and then said. So who's next. The heir stared at each other, still thinking of images about a young boy, riding on a giant dragon.

To Reviewers:

chocheryl: Oh, glad you liked it. I didn't expect to get reviews all of so sudden, thank you. Hope you'll enjoy HotF, be happy it's finished, it is great.

End Notes: A very confusing and bad chapter or a good new story. Please review and tell me what you think. I think both, I don't know why I wrote this, but oh well, can't do much about it now. Bye for now, if you liked this, you will love my other two HP head stories. They are even better.

Shitza