A/N: I know I promised another chapter two nights ago, but I didn't know
what I was getting myself into at the time! I really enjoy writing but
since the weekend is over it feels like it's nearly impossible to juggle
homework and a new chapter. To all those authors who do manage it, kudos to
you! Anyway I just wanted to apologize for not posting when I meant to, but
here is the next chapter!
A Leaf Changes Color-Chapter 6 ~An Angry Hungarian Horntail
Draco was getting nervous. It was late and T.J. had already left for the day, but Draco decided to stick around feigning the pen's dire need of manure pick-up. Draco really wanted to spend some time with Sita without his mentor around, for T.J. always claimed it was "too dangerous for a lad such as yourself." Draco mostly wanted to prove to himself that he could handle a baby dragon. Though it hurt his pride, Draco was man enough to admit a full-grown dragon was not to be dealed with alone.
But that wasn't doing him any good at the moment. Thinking he simply had to open the gate and walk in, Draco wanted to see Sita. But after opening the gate quite easily, Draco realized that it seemed to of since sealed itself shut. Draco didn't see any problem in this, thinking he could just spend the night in the pen after spending time with his favorite dragon. Draco thought he was home free up until he found himself staring straight past Sita and into the eyes of her very dangerous-looking mother.
Draco was subconsciously fingering his wand that lay in his pocket. He knew it wouldn't do him any good though. For one, magic was not permitted outside of school and he would for sure be expelled. Secondly though, all the curses he knew in the world would not even scratch this full-grown beast in front of him.
Sita's mother began to growl lowly, and Draco knew it was time to do something. Deciding to both take a page from Victor Krum's book and disregard school rules, Draco quickly pulled out his wand and transfigured a rock nearby into a large dog. His plan seemed to work at first, and the Hungarian Horntail shifted to one side trying to keep her eyes on the dog. Draco, thinking this was his chance, fled for the gate. It wasn't until he heard the mother's angry "roar" that he remembered the gate was locked from the outside.
"Alohomora!" he yelled, thinking he had already broken the Decree for Underage Wizarding Law, and one more spell would not hurt. But to his bitter disappointment the simple unlocking spell had not worked. Turning around he saw the dragon slowly making her way toward him, nostrils flaring.
Panicking, Draco stupidly started throwing rocks and the enraged dragon, hoping to get her to turn away. No such luck. Draco looked past the mother to see Sita frolicking about in the pen with Draco's transfigured dog; unaware of the danger her keeper was in. "Sita," he quietly called, praying she would hear him, and hoping somehow she would understand and be able to do something. But she continued to prance about on the ground, chasing the dog.
Draco had a fleeting thought. What if he could transfigure his dog into another dragon? Surely the mother would see it next to her baby and her attention would be drawn to it. Without another though Draco pointed his wand at the dog shouting "Engorgio!" quickly followed by "Dragonis Changus!" The dog first grew about 10 times its original size, reaching to the mother's neck. Seconds later it turned into a bright red, fire- breathing dragon. If Draco were not fearing for his life at this point, he would be quite pleased not only with the success of his spells, but the beauty of the dragon he created.
Rearing up on her hind legs, the Horntail turned toward the other dragon and began to roar and spout flames. Draco's dragon didn't really seem to be very used to being a dragon, and kept flailingly it's small arms about, unable to keep its balance. The dragon had a rather large horn protruding from his nose, as well as several more along his head and spine. Finally unable to keep his balance, the dragon fell forward just as the Horntail charged; the two roughly colliding into each other. Both fell to the ground with a thunderous "thud," Sita just barely able to move out of the way.
Both of the dragons clumsily got tot heir feet again, Draco's dragon still swaying slightly, and the horntail looking very weak. Upon closer examination, Draco saw that his dragon's horn had penetrated the tender skin of the mother's neck, and she was slowly bleeding to death. She collapsed to the ground in a bloody pool, just barely alive.
Draco's first reaction was that of relief, but it soon turned to sadness as he saw his favorite dragon nudging her mother, begging her to get up. Draco saw that she was still alive, but she was slowly slipping away. With thoughts of his dragon friend in mind, Draco strode confidently to where the Horntail lie. Pointing his wand at her throat he repeated the spell Madam Pomfrey had once used on him when Buckbeak the Hippogriff had ripped at his arm.
Praying that it would work Draco stepped back and watched as a faint blue light began to emit from the wound, growing darker by the second. The blue light had engulfed the wound entirely now, and the Horntail was groaning slightly. Draco stood completely bewildered as the dragon rose and shook her head, completely healed.
His happiness soon came to a crashing halt as the dragon seemed now even more angry than before and immediately turned to Draco. But before Draco could utter so much as a peep Sita spread her wings and jumped in front of Draco. She turned her head and looked at him, and in that brief moment he swore he saw understanding in her eyes. He knew she was protecting him.
Harry woke early the next morning with a feeling of unhappiness. They were supposed to go back to Diagon Alley that day, but he really didn't feel like going out, and he was worried about Hermione after the previous day's ordeals. She had seemed very quiet and secluded last night, refusing food and practically running to Ginny's room. After listening closely he heard the shower running, and he knew it was Hermione. She had been up several times throughout the night, going to the bathroom and throwing up then headed for the shower. Harry figured she must be sick, but he didn't know how severe it was.
Hermione was positively miserable. Last night she had felt absolutely drained, too exhausted to even eat supper. To her horror she had woken up in excess of five times throughout the night feeling incredibly ill. She had jumped in the shower after each sickness spell. The feeling of being drained had come back with a vengeance. Last night it was from being tired, and now it was like someone had shoved a vacuum cleaner down her throat and was physically sucking her soul out of her. She was really worried now, this couldn't be right.
T.J. went home that night looking forward to getting a glass of firewhiskey and settling down in front of the telly. He had left Draco at the dragon's pen, confident the chap could clean up all the dung on his own. He was a little too eager I'm afraid, he chuckled to himself. Glancing up at his bookshelves, he came across a book labeled "The Complete German Dictionary." Remembering that his grandfather left it there years ago, T.J. thought it would be the perfect time to look up the inscription, he abandoned his firewhiskey and headed for the bookshelf.
Picking up the book he looked up each individual word. While flipping through the "e" section he came upon "East Germany." Reading further he saw that the ex-state's national anthem read "Auferstanden aus Ruinen." Eyes widening, he read the translation: Arisen from Ruins. T.J. had no clue as to what he was looking at, and how it could possibly be related to a faint carving on an ancient-looking stone. Thinking it would be best to think about it tomorrow and possibly ask Draco for help, T.J. decided to hit the sheets.
A/N: Yay 6 down! I hope you see now what I meant about the whole "Nazi" thing....one can't be too careful! Thanks for reviewing you have done nothing but help me tremendously! I attempted my first cliffhanger! Granted it is a weak one, but sort of one just the same! Again please review!
Special Thanks to:
Ash, lilblufairy1289, ~* Lula *~, and Surf-Soccer360!
A Leaf Changes Color-Chapter 6 ~An Angry Hungarian Horntail
Draco was getting nervous. It was late and T.J. had already left for the day, but Draco decided to stick around feigning the pen's dire need of manure pick-up. Draco really wanted to spend some time with Sita without his mentor around, for T.J. always claimed it was "too dangerous for a lad such as yourself." Draco mostly wanted to prove to himself that he could handle a baby dragon. Though it hurt his pride, Draco was man enough to admit a full-grown dragon was not to be dealed with alone.
But that wasn't doing him any good at the moment. Thinking he simply had to open the gate and walk in, Draco wanted to see Sita. But after opening the gate quite easily, Draco realized that it seemed to of since sealed itself shut. Draco didn't see any problem in this, thinking he could just spend the night in the pen after spending time with his favorite dragon. Draco thought he was home free up until he found himself staring straight past Sita and into the eyes of her very dangerous-looking mother.
Draco was subconsciously fingering his wand that lay in his pocket. He knew it wouldn't do him any good though. For one, magic was not permitted outside of school and he would for sure be expelled. Secondly though, all the curses he knew in the world would not even scratch this full-grown beast in front of him.
Sita's mother began to growl lowly, and Draco knew it was time to do something. Deciding to both take a page from Victor Krum's book and disregard school rules, Draco quickly pulled out his wand and transfigured a rock nearby into a large dog. His plan seemed to work at first, and the Hungarian Horntail shifted to one side trying to keep her eyes on the dog. Draco, thinking this was his chance, fled for the gate. It wasn't until he heard the mother's angry "roar" that he remembered the gate was locked from the outside.
"Alohomora!" he yelled, thinking he had already broken the Decree for Underage Wizarding Law, and one more spell would not hurt. But to his bitter disappointment the simple unlocking spell had not worked. Turning around he saw the dragon slowly making her way toward him, nostrils flaring.
Panicking, Draco stupidly started throwing rocks and the enraged dragon, hoping to get her to turn away. No such luck. Draco looked past the mother to see Sita frolicking about in the pen with Draco's transfigured dog; unaware of the danger her keeper was in. "Sita," he quietly called, praying she would hear him, and hoping somehow she would understand and be able to do something. But she continued to prance about on the ground, chasing the dog.
Draco had a fleeting thought. What if he could transfigure his dog into another dragon? Surely the mother would see it next to her baby and her attention would be drawn to it. Without another though Draco pointed his wand at the dog shouting "Engorgio!" quickly followed by "Dragonis Changus!" The dog first grew about 10 times its original size, reaching to the mother's neck. Seconds later it turned into a bright red, fire- breathing dragon. If Draco were not fearing for his life at this point, he would be quite pleased not only with the success of his spells, but the beauty of the dragon he created.
Rearing up on her hind legs, the Horntail turned toward the other dragon and began to roar and spout flames. Draco's dragon didn't really seem to be very used to being a dragon, and kept flailingly it's small arms about, unable to keep its balance. The dragon had a rather large horn protruding from his nose, as well as several more along his head and spine. Finally unable to keep his balance, the dragon fell forward just as the Horntail charged; the two roughly colliding into each other. Both fell to the ground with a thunderous "thud," Sita just barely able to move out of the way.
Both of the dragons clumsily got tot heir feet again, Draco's dragon still swaying slightly, and the horntail looking very weak. Upon closer examination, Draco saw that his dragon's horn had penetrated the tender skin of the mother's neck, and she was slowly bleeding to death. She collapsed to the ground in a bloody pool, just barely alive.
Draco's first reaction was that of relief, but it soon turned to sadness as he saw his favorite dragon nudging her mother, begging her to get up. Draco saw that she was still alive, but she was slowly slipping away. With thoughts of his dragon friend in mind, Draco strode confidently to where the Horntail lie. Pointing his wand at her throat he repeated the spell Madam Pomfrey had once used on him when Buckbeak the Hippogriff had ripped at his arm.
Praying that it would work Draco stepped back and watched as a faint blue light began to emit from the wound, growing darker by the second. The blue light had engulfed the wound entirely now, and the Horntail was groaning slightly. Draco stood completely bewildered as the dragon rose and shook her head, completely healed.
His happiness soon came to a crashing halt as the dragon seemed now even more angry than before and immediately turned to Draco. But before Draco could utter so much as a peep Sita spread her wings and jumped in front of Draco. She turned her head and looked at him, and in that brief moment he swore he saw understanding in her eyes. He knew she was protecting him.
Harry woke early the next morning with a feeling of unhappiness. They were supposed to go back to Diagon Alley that day, but he really didn't feel like going out, and he was worried about Hermione after the previous day's ordeals. She had seemed very quiet and secluded last night, refusing food and practically running to Ginny's room. After listening closely he heard the shower running, and he knew it was Hermione. She had been up several times throughout the night, going to the bathroom and throwing up then headed for the shower. Harry figured she must be sick, but he didn't know how severe it was.
Hermione was positively miserable. Last night she had felt absolutely drained, too exhausted to even eat supper. To her horror she had woken up in excess of five times throughout the night feeling incredibly ill. She had jumped in the shower after each sickness spell. The feeling of being drained had come back with a vengeance. Last night it was from being tired, and now it was like someone had shoved a vacuum cleaner down her throat and was physically sucking her soul out of her. She was really worried now, this couldn't be right.
T.J. went home that night looking forward to getting a glass of firewhiskey and settling down in front of the telly. He had left Draco at the dragon's pen, confident the chap could clean up all the dung on his own. He was a little too eager I'm afraid, he chuckled to himself. Glancing up at his bookshelves, he came across a book labeled "The Complete German Dictionary." Remembering that his grandfather left it there years ago, T.J. thought it would be the perfect time to look up the inscription, he abandoned his firewhiskey and headed for the bookshelf.
Picking up the book he looked up each individual word. While flipping through the "e" section he came upon "East Germany." Reading further he saw that the ex-state's national anthem read "Auferstanden aus Ruinen." Eyes widening, he read the translation: Arisen from Ruins. T.J. had no clue as to what he was looking at, and how it could possibly be related to a faint carving on an ancient-looking stone. Thinking it would be best to think about it tomorrow and possibly ask Draco for help, T.J. decided to hit the sheets.
A/N: Yay 6 down! I hope you see now what I meant about the whole "Nazi" thing....one can't be too careful! Thanks for reviewing you have done nothing but help me tremendously! I attempted my first cliffhanger! Granted it is a weak one, but sort of one just the same! Again please review!
Special Thanks to:
Ash, lilblufairy1289, ~* Lula *~, and Surf-Soccer360!
