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The Clash of the Races
Chapter One
Harry Potter stared up at the dusty ceiling of his bedroom in Privet Drive. He was just about to go outside for some fresh air when Hedwig soared in through the window.
"Hi Hedwig, any letters?" Harry asked mournfully.
She looked down at him through her big brown eyes,
"What, aren't I allowed to be in a bad mood?" Harry snapped back.
Hedwig turned her back on him and flew to her cage.
Harry sighed and reluctantly went downstairs. To his surprise his aunt and uncle weren't anywhere in the house., Walking into the kitchen he spotted Dudley at the table devouring a chocolate muffin.
"Oi Dudders, where is everyone?"
"None ob yaw b- busineb," he replied through a mouthful of muffin.
With what seemed a great effort, he swallowed and turned to look at Harry.
"Why can't you go back to your so-called friends, and leave me alone?"
It took a while for Harry to regain his composure, after this sudden attack, before he replied.
"Aww dudders, you know if I went away I'm sure you'd miss me. You seem to have taken a liking to me, all these harsh words must mean something."
"Don't flatter yourself Potter," Dudley spat back.
For a moment, I thought he was Malfoy, thought Harry.
Harry shuddered and continued , "I'm not at all flattered, the thought rather makes me feel sick." He paused and took a breath. "I was wondering, are you homosexual, wait do you even know what that means?"
Dudley stared at Harry before standing up and storming up the stairs, but not before shouting "That's sick! Fuck You Potter!"
Harry poured himself some orange juice and sat down at the table
Dudley seems to be a bit sensitive on that subject …
Harry laughed out loud and drained the glass, thinking, and where the hell did I learn verbal abuse? Maybe the years of Malfoys taunts and Snape's snide comments have finally taken effect.
Maybe it's a good thing.
Kaelanna stepped out from the forest her long black cloak billowing in the wind. She tucked her long copper hair behind her elven ears and walked out into the open air. She pulled up the hood of her cloak, shielding her face from the wind, and crossed over out of shadows. She searched her surroundings for anywhere to stay, finding none, she continued down the nearest road to a small village named Whitestoak. A lone lamppost stood on the street spreading only a dim light, but a light breeze blew by causing it to flicker and die out. The sudden darkness surprised Kaelanna and it took a few valuable minutes for her eyes to become adjusted to the dark.
After and hour or so, she came across an inn, in a place called Finsbury. Making sure her ears and most of her face was hidden by her cloak she pushed open the door and walked up to the barman.
"W-what can I-I do for you m-milady?"
"I would like a room please." Her husky voice echoed through the bar attracting the attention of many of the patrons.
"Certainly m-ma'm, would you like something t-to eat while w-we p-prepare your room?" The Barman glanced to the rowdy men in the corner and then to the sober group of men in cloaks similar to Kaelanna's.
Kaelanna sensing the barman's distress checked both groups once over decided that it might be enjoyable to stay.
She smirked and replied, "Yes, I think I will."
The barman looked her up and down as if to say, "Well you can't say I didn't warn you," and ushered her to a table.
Before she could order food from the menu the barman hurried off.
Such a timid man, for a bartender, she thought.
She grimaced as she noticed one of those vulgar men coming towards her, a toothy grin on his face.
"Hello my pretty, wanna pin'?" The man stumbled over a chair and fell forwards grasping onto the chair for support. He lowered himself into it and put his hand casually on her leg.
Quickly pulling her legs away she moved further away from the man.
"Ooh, don' worry sweet pea, I don' bite" He looked back to his friends, who all had the same sickening grin on their faces, and edged closer to Kaelanna. She smirked as she noted the group of men in cloaks coming up to her.
This will be fun, I haven't had this opportunity in a while, she thought.
The man, whose friends called him Gary, seemed to have spotted them as well, and was rising out of his seat to face them.
Kaelanna sighed and looked the men in cloaks up and down. She nearly jumped out of her seat when one mans electric blue eye literally swivelled down to look at her. Scars littered his face and it seemed that someone had taken a chunk out of his nose. She looked down quickly and surveyed the other men out of the corner of her eye.
Something's different about them, she thought. They're here for a purpose. I think it's time I make my departure… well there goes my chance of fun.
She surveyed the men one more time; she was just about to get up from her seat when she stopped. She stared at one of the men at the back. His fingers were clasped round a well-hidden object in the sleeve of his cloak.
Oh my God, they're wizards. Shit I'm too tired to even attempt to fight Death Eaters.
Making sure none were looking she darted away from her seat to the door, but she wasn't quick enough. Gary grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his.
"Aww me pretty c'mon, we're fightin' ova ya. Don' ya wanna stay and mebbe afterwards you could treat me some."
The men around him guffawed. She could feel their eyes on her breasts, which protruded, obviously from her cloak.
"You could show us your face - all I see is those pretty green eyes."
Anger welled up inside of her,
"Let me go arsehole," she whispered, putting as much venom into her voice as she could.
"What was that my pretty?" Gary replied spitting at her.
She exaggerated wiping the spit off before replying a little bit louder this time.
"I said let me go Arse-hole! Do you hear me now?"
Kaelanna sneered at the shocked expression on his face.
SLAP
His hand made contact with her cheek.
"Don't you talk to me like that, got it, bitch!"
Kaelanna could feel the hate pulsing through her veins, she knew when she was angry her eyes turned into a dark green and she was betting right now that her eyes were the darkest shade of green ever seen by the human race.
Her hands started to spit out blue sparks, another sign that she was really angry.
Why can't they just…
Gary obviously hadn't noted the sparks, like the rest of his group, and moved his hand to her breasts.
Why can't they just ...
Kaelanna screamed as the man pushed his leg up between hers.
"FUCK OFF!"
Her whole body seemed as if it was engulfed in a blue fire, she pulled her hand out and swung it round to make contact with his jaw, scorching him and breaking his jaw. Gary fell to the floor knocked unconscious by the magical fire and the force. ; He'll be out for a day or two, she thought.
Feeling faint she collapsed into the nearest chair. She had drained her power for a couple of hours.
She lowered her hood, forgetting there was anyone else there, and until the remainder of Gary's beer mates gasped did she return to her senses.
"Bollocks" She put her head in her hands, and contemplated trying too escape.
"What the fuck are you?" stammered one of them.
"Dimidium Gens" said the man with the electric-blue eye.
Kaelanna looked up at him in shock,
How could he know I'm half-race? I thought they would assume I was an elf!
The man took no notice of her and signalled to the three others, they all pulled out their wands.
The other men made a mad dash for the door, which resulted in a heap of tangled bodies on the floor.
"STUPEFY!"
The wizards had stunned all of the bodies on the floor.
Ignoring Kaelanna, they went up to the men and whispered something she couldn't hear. They then levitated them into separate positions, making it look like a pub brawl.
The wizards took off their cloaks and walked over to Kaelanna.
"Now, it would be improper not to introduce ourselves wouldn't it Kaelanna Praesulnatio."