Where in the World is Harry James Potter?
Chapter 9: status report
**with Voldemort**
"Malfoy! Yearly status report! NOW!" Voldemort demanded
"Yes master." Lucius answered and gathered a long roll of parchment and began to read.
"Two hundred and eleven casualties since the Disappearance of Harry Potter. One hundred and eight in the scourging of the giant/goblin alliance. Two due to loyalty problems. Thirteen in an attempt on Hogwarts. Twenty-three against the Muggle military. The sixty-five remaining have been disappearing randomly all across England. We suspect Dumbledore left behind a large crew of Aurors and unspeakables."
"I was under the impression that you had cleared England of all possible threats." Voldemort left the sentence hanging
"We have been searching for them Master. They don't seem to be there. We have 24 hour surveilance over the ministry and Hogwarts. They're not coming from there. We searched the entire country. Unless they're all staying individually or are invisible, they're just not here."
Invisibly, Ginny giggled as she watched them. She knew Harry was still alive somewhere. She would find him soon. No matter how many death eaters it took.
**With Harry**
Harry jumped and rolled as the dragon he was training against had blown fire at him. Harry ducked behind a large rock to formulate a plan. Harry leaned against the rock.
Big mistake, the dragon was blowing fire at the backside of it. Harry saw the rock shake and crack. The dragon was hitting it. Most likely with it's tail. That was it! Rocks! With a twirl of his staff, the boulder was flying rapidly at the dragon. With a snap, the dragon's left front leg was hit with the boulder. The dragon transferred it's weight from that foot and raised it's tail, scorpion-like waiting for the rock to fly at it again. The boulder came in for another hit. Harry pulled it under the dragon's tail and it scored a hit, punching straight through the right wing.
The dragon roared, and then noticed something. The boy's staff. The boulder was moving where the boy put his staff. With a burst of flame, Harry had to roll out of the way, dropping his boulder. It was reduced to gravel upon impact with the ground. He needed a new plan. It took him nearly five seconds to make one. A really good one.
Harry raised his arms and staff skywards, and instantly saw a bright light. He knew what he was doing. He was transforming himself. After ten seconds or so of searing pain, his new body was complete. He was now a gigantic duck.
By gigantic, I mean big enough to eat the dragon. Harry struck, and the dragon was dead. He returned to his human state, to see what his score was.
"How long?" Harry asked, jogging over to Merlin and Azarel
"Eleven minutes, eighteen seconds. A new record on your part." Was Merlin's reply, Merlin waved his staff, and the large floating stopwatch disappeared.
"I however, do not need to transform into a giant duck to kill a dragon." Azarel pointed
"That's because you can't turn into a giant duck. You have to do it the hard way." Harry started popping various joints all across his body as he said this.
"You sound cocky. Maybe me beating you in a race will fix that." Azarel responded his voice trickling with angelic power.
"In your dreams, Pigeonback." Azarel had already taken flight.
Merlin braced himself. This was going to hurt.
"3.2.1.GO!" He announced
Angel and Wizard launched themselves forward.
Azarel was raising his altitude so he could dive at the last moment.
Harry was pulling magic from his staff to speed his feet up. Harry magically lengthened his legs. He painfully turned his feet into hooves, increasing his speed immensely.
He was a hundred yards from the stable. Azarel was about twenty behind him. Azarel was about to dive. Sixty yards left. Harry magically lightened his body and manipulated the wind to give him a bit of a push. Forty yards left. Harry Started making invisible walls in the air, to slow Azarel down. Thirty yards. Azarel started a steep dive and began to gain on Harry.
Harry used the idea from Muggle spaceships to launch himself forward with fire. Twenty yards. Harry was moving so fast he was having to push himself downwards with wind to keep himself from taking off. Ten yards. Then five. Harry's hand touched the stable door one hundredth of a second before Azarel's. Harry was moving so fast however, he knocked himself through the stable wall. Harry dropped to the ground face first.
The boom was enormous. Harry bet that Australia could hear it. He had moved so fast, he broke he sound barrier. The stable crumbled from the force. Merlin pulled himself out of the dimension just in time, The cave the dragon had been in had caved in and the rubble was headed that way fast. Grass was uprooted. A few small tornadoes went off in different directions and tree branches went flying off.
Then it stopped. Merlin stepped back into this world, the rocks fell to the ground and the tornadoes dissapated. Harry groaned. He would have to build Merlin a new stable.
END!
**with Voldemort**
"Malfoy! Yearly status report! NOW!" Voldemort demanded
"Yes master." Lucius answered and gathered a long roll of parchment and began to read.
"Two hundred and eleven casualties since the Disappearance of Harry Potter. One hundred and eight in the scourging of the giant/goblin alliance. Two due to loyalty problems. Thirteen in an attempt on Hogwarts. Twenty-three against the Muggle military. The sixty-five remaining have been disappearing randomly all across England. We suspect Dumbledore left behind a large crew of Aurors and unspeakables."
"I was under the impression that you had cleared England of all possible threats." Voldemort left the sentence hanging
"We have been searching for them Master. They don't seem to be there. We have 24 hour surveilance over the ministry and Hogwarts. They're not coming from there. We searched the entire country. Unless they're all staying individually or are invisible, they're just not here."
Invisibly, Ginny giggled as she watched them. She knew Harry was still alive somewhere. She would find him soon. No matter how many death eaters it took.
**With Harry**
Harry jumped and rolled as the dragon he was training against had blown fire at him. Harry ducked behind a large rock to formulate a plan. Harry leaned against the rock.
Big mistake, the dragon was blowing fire at the backside of it. Harry saw the rock shake and crack. The dragon was hitting it. Most likely with it's tail. That was it! Rocks! With a twirl of his staff, the boulder was flying rapidly at the dragon. With a snap, the dragon's left front leg was hit with the boulder. The dragon transferred it's weight from that foot and raised it's tail, scorpion-like waiting for the rock to fly at it again. The boulder came in for another hit. Harry pulled it under the dragon's tail and it scored a hit, punching straight through the right wing.
The dragon roared, and then noticed something. The boy's staff. The boulder was moving where the boy put his staff. With a burst of flame, Harry had to roll out of the way, dropping his boulder. It was reduced to gravel upon impact with the ground. He needed a new plan. It took him nearly five seconds to make one. A really good one.
Harry raised his arms and staff skywards, and instantly saw a bright light. He knew what he was doing. He was transforming himself. After ten seconds or so of searing pain, his new body was complete. He was now a gigantic duck.
By gigantic, I mean big enough to eat the dragon. Harry struck, and the dragon was dead. He returned to his human state, to see what his score was.
"How long?" Harry asked, jogging over to Merlin and Azarel
"Eleven minutes, eighteen seconds. A new record on your part." Was Merlin's reply, Merlin waved his staff, and the large floating stopwatch disappeared.
"I however, do not need to transform into a giant duck to kill a dragon." Azarel pointed
"That's because you can't turn into a giant duck. You have to do it the hard way." Harry started popping various joints all across his body as he said this.
"You sound cocky. Maybe me beating you in a race will fix that." Azarel responded his voice trickling with angelic power.
"In your dreams, Pigeonback." Azarel had already taken flight.
Merlin braced himself. This was going to hurt.
"3.2.1.GO!" He announced
Angel and Wizard launched themselves forward.
Azarel was raising his altitude so he could dive at the last moment.
Harry was pulling magic from his staff to speed his feet up. Harry magically lengthened his legs. He painfully turned his feet into hooves, increasing his speed immensely.
He was a hundred yards from the stable. Azarel was about twenty behind him. Azarel was about to dive. Sixty yards left. Harry magically lightened his body and manipulated the wind to give him a bit of a push. Forty yards left. Harry Started making invisible walls in the air, to slow Azarel down. Thirty yards. Azarel started a steep dive and began to gain on Harry.
Harry used the idea from Muggle spaceships to launch himself forward with fire. Twenty yards. Harry was moving so fast he was having to push himself downwards with wind to keep himself from taking off. Ten yards. Then five. Harry's hand touched the stable door one hundredth of a second before Azarel's. Harry was moving so fast however, he knocked himself through the stable wall. Harry dropped to the ground face first.
The boom was enormous. Harry bet that Australia could hear it. He had moved so fast, he broke he sound barrier. The stable crumbled from the force. Merlin pulled himself out of the dimension just in time, The cave the dragon had been in had caved in and the rubble was headed that way fast. Grass was uprooted. A few small tornadoes went off in different directions and tree branches went flying off.
Then it stopped. Merlin stepped back into this world, the rocks fell to the ground and the tornadoes dissapated. Harry groaned. He would have to build Merlin a new stable.
END!