A/N: Hello Everyone!

I want to thank everyone who had reviewed to me. It makes me feel really happy.

In this chapter you'll meet a Chinese family.

I wish you all once more to check my grammars and spellings.

Enjoy Chapter 2

Oh I forgot to say this:

The characters don't belong to me. They belong to our Harry Potter goddess J. K. Rowling, Well except the new one. (hihi).A/N)

Chapter two: Rachel

Petunia had just given Harry a hard box on the ear. Vernon Dursley was shocked. He had never, ever seen his wife slap someone like that, and goggled with gaped mouth like a fish, gasping after water.

"Shut your mouth, you son of a bitch, and you too Vernon!" She snapped angrily. Her lips were thin as a hair and her eyes were narrowed. Vernon shut it instantly and said:

"As you wish my Darling" Dudley who was behind the strike, laughed out loud, pointing at Harry, with a smirk on his face.

"How dear you." Hissed Harry with a tone that caught the dursleys attention. "Shut your mouth, if you don't want to be a toad within 1 minute. I'm warning you just one time." His temper was nearly beyond his control now and his effort was on breaking-limit.

"You can't do m... outside your Freaky school." said Vernon and Petunia together. Dudley was too petrified to make a move from the chare.

"Hmm, Maybe I can't" said Harry miserable. "But! I can definitely persuade some of my beloved friends too turn you into different animals." Harry's face lit up a little and the Dursleys could see a mischief grin in the black haired boys face.

"You- You- You wont!" stuttered Vernon.

"Oh yes I would."

"What have we done to you to deserve this?" Said Harry's uncle frightened. He took a step away from Harry as if he was going to be killed any moment by his nephew. Petunia and Dudley was also frightened. Their bravest family member was scared so they hid behind him. Vernon felt his wife squeezing his shoulder, and he found his courage again.

"A lot of things. For example, locking me in a cupboard, giving me big, old clothes, let me eat so less food that even a prisoner gets more food than I, and trying to hide my identity. Now, I want to be left alone or take a huge pile of these bacons and eggs into my room, unless you don't want to be a slug for the rest of your life's." There was an awkward silence, none of the Dursleys moved. They were all too scared and too horrified to make a sound. "I suppose I'm aloud to load a plait then?" He gave them all a small pleasant smile, walk to a cupboard above the kitchen sink, took out a plait and strode back to the table where the frying pan stood on a basis and loaded a big breakfast on it. Harry walked past the alarmed relatives, up to his room and closed the door.

Rachel

Outside a house stood 10 wizards from the west and a dragon farm owner with a wife, five daughters, six sons and an old woman in a Chinese wilderness. Two men removed from their groups and approached each other.

"Are you sure that you want that dragon? He can be very violent when he don't has his trainer around." Said a tall Stephen Tran to a freckled, large, red haired man and looked at his youngest daughter Rachel. He was unsure if he wanted to sell the best dragon in his farm. The daughter didn't meet her father's inquiring facial expression. She was too busy to look at the ground and her father could feel his daughter's sad feelings. He remembered a memory from the past.

Stephen saw a small dragon with a little girl on top of the reptilian's back. They looked so safe, the girl calming the beast and the beast is protecting the girl. That was his proudest and most horrible memory, because none of them in the farm could touch it except Rachel. He was very afraid because he feared that it should hurt her with its knife sharp teeth. Nowadays, the dragon let them come near him and touch him, but very reluctantly.

The prise was to high to be disconnected. As a matter of fact, Stephen and his family were very poor and needed money.

"Yes I am." Said Charlie Weasley flatly. "I have decided it for several days ago, now it's your turn to decide. My men and I have waited too long. If you don't want to sell him, I'll go to an other farm and buy an other." Charlie had dreamed about it for so long and he was ready to buy the best dragon in the world for so much money as possible. It is so beautiful. he thought and admired it with respect. He may become useful for the order. We're very lucky to buy this with Dumbledore's money or otherwise, we shouldn't get this beautiful beast. The Chinese fireball stared at 10 wizards who were going to buy him. He growled at them, spat fire, trying to pierce the bodies in front, stomped madly at the ground and tried to get off strange thins from his legs and arms.

"How much are you craving for?" asked the farm owner.

"two hundred galleons." Said Charlie. The owner snorted and said annoyed:

"Are you going to make me become bankrupt, Sir? You're coming to my farm and want to buy a dragon. We gave you some alternatives but you are stubbornly refusing to buy one of them. We gave you food and lodging to you for choosing a dragon. Now, you westerners want to buy my best dragon, a friend to my daughter, for just 200 galleons? Are you all complete mad? We are very poor and need money. Training these beasts are not as easy as you think, sir. We are not selling that if our family don't get more money." The red haired man looked questioningly at his company. All of them nodded in unison and one of the ash haired wizards said with a hoarse voice, a Romanian accent:

"We give you twoo thaosand galleons! Are yuoo satisfied now?" It was Stephen's wife, Stephanie's turn to snort now. "5000, and that is our last command!"

"That settled it. 5000 gallions." Said the mother flatly and turned to her daughter, turning her expression from a flat to a pleading. "My dear." She began but she was interrupt by her child.

"Nooo, Mum, Dad! You can't do that to me, to Lohng!" the 16th year old girl cried loudly and began to sob. "I-It's unfair! H-He is my only friend, m-my best friend I-I've ever had and y-you are going to separate us. I just c-can't believe you. Y-You all are so mean to me!" She stormed to her red-yellow dragon, climbed up and sat at the top of the reptilian's head. Instantly, The dragon calmed down and stopped struggle against the chains.

"Quiet!" roared Stephen furiously. "You are not saying such things to your family! You should be glad that you have us and not a stupid friend! He are going to Great Britain and nothing can change my and your mother's minds!"

"But Dad...!"

"No buts, go and do your occupations now!"

"But..."

"You heard your Dad, child. Go now! Said Stephanie sternly. For the first time, the girl did not obey her parents order. She ignored them completely and begged with a small voice:

"Sir, please just five minutes."

"Three!" shouted an old man irritated, with scars over his face. He had two different eyes, one was dark, beady brown and the other was large electric blue. His name was Alastor moody. Everyone in the Tran family looked

out-rages, including Diana (the third daughter of the Chinese family) who had been quite fond of the beefy, red haired man. She had an expression on her face that could tell all her bad feelings towards him, but the words shouldn't be enough.

"Hurry, my dear." Whispered their grandmother who stood behind the group, staring sadly at her favourite grandchild. The dragon took off and flew to a more peaceful place with a teenager on it's back.

"I guess it is my last ride on you." She said sadly, tears bursting out from her sockets. "I-I will a-always remember you, I-I promise that." She didn't care if someone saw her crying with a dragon beside her. The shoulders shook violently and she became frozen. "One last thing to do." she said suddenly. "Do me a favour Lohng. Cast a fire spark on my arm will you, please?"

"Roar!" Swoosh! A fire was cast on her forearm and she yelled in pain but she didn't turn it off. A wand appeared on her hand and she began to make a pattern with the fire on her skin. She performed some water and eased off the embers.

"tattoo now!" she ordered her wand. "Thanks, my friend." Her voice was barely heard but those two didn't need their voices to communicate, they had their heart and emotions to tell each other what they were feeling. Obviously, they were too close to each other to separate, but now was the time to do the thing she had feared.

The teenager remembered her first day when she met her big friend. The egg was full of breaches. Suddenly, a head appeared, then an arm. Soon, every parts of the body was out. The dragon shook violently to get of the eggshell and spat fire at those who tried to touch him.

"Mum, Dad. Can I take a look at it now?" asked a girlish, sweet voice. The stone wall was too high so Rachel jumped up and down and tried to get up on top of the wall. "Mum, Pleas. Please let me see. I want to see it. Which sex is it?"

"Calm down my young lady. Take it easy before it burn you or something." Said her mother worriedly. The father lifted up his child and placed her at the edging wall, to get her a better view on the animal.

"Can I try to touch it? Please dad, let me do it." Begged the little kid and looked pleadingly at her father. "I promise that I wont burn myself."

"All right, but be very careful." Stephanie warned. The girl drew nearer and nearer to take a closer look so she could see it properly.

"He is so beautiful, so strong, so godlike." Piped up the little girl. "he looks so sweet and dangerous at the same time too."

"You're right, my cutie." Said Stephen happily and reached out a hand, trying to give a pat on top of the head, but pulled it back quickly because the youngling tried to bite and strike it.

"What should we call him?" asked the short haired Stephanie.

"Buddha?" suggested Stephen.

"Can't we name him Lohng? (dragon in Chinese)" Asked the little girl eagerly.

"That sounds nice for this newborn fellow." Said Stephanie. "to this, I baptize you to lohng." She tossed a bit meat at his head. He didn't seems to like it and shook it off. The three humans stood in front of it and laughed happily.

A fire pattern was now tattooed on Rachel's forearm. "Lets go back home." She whispered softly. She was back at her old position, on the chinese fireball's back.

Once they were back home, the man with freckles and red, vivid hair said suspiciously:

"Trying to escape me? Stupid girl. Noone are going to cheet me." The other wizards were preparing for their journey, back to Great Brittan

"Go now before we change our minds!" Threatened the farm owner. Heatedly. His anger were now visible on the face, the others behind him, encouraged of their family member's bravery. Charlie turned to his company and ordered:

"Stun him, on the count of three. One, two, three! Stupefy!" The stunners didn't seem to work on the animal, because it just tripped on and found it's balance again. "Try again, but this time, with the trio spell! One, two, three! Trio stupefy collaborate!" Three jets of red light appeared on each of the wizards wands and circled around the animal, stunned it and made it very dizzy. The dragon stopped struggling and fell to the ground with a boom, like an earthquake, but his eyes were still opened, trying to catch a last glint at rachel.

"Nooo! Don't hurt him! Please! I begging you. Please!" shouted the unhappy teenager. "Leave him alone!" She started to run to it but was grabbed behind in the shoulders by her parents. She struggled to get off but it was meaningless.

"Shut up, you little blister!" Howled her mother and covered Rachel's mouth with her own hand. "you can be seriously injured by those spells."

"I don't care! He want me there, I just know it, he will be hurt!

"I think we are done here, sir." Said Charlie Weasley calmly, ignoring the chaos behind Stephen. "I hope to See you soon mister Tran.

"Go now!" shrieked Stephanie , her voice full with anger and she stared at the westerners defiantly. Two sons appeared at her side, holding back the struggling youth. The old wizard who had cut off time from the friends, took out his wand and a newspaper, titled The daily prophet, from his pocket and muttered:

"Portus." The rest of the wizards approached him, a few holding a chain on one of their hand, reaching for the paper at the same time and disappeared in the dark. Rachel rushed into the house, up to the upper floor, three floors above the hall and into her room. She flung herself at the bed and dashed at the pillow with the face downwards. Tears were bursting out from Rachel's sockets and floated fast down her cheeks like a river. Something were moving beside the bed. It was a cat with big stomach. Her name was Lora. She was pregnant and Rachel felt that now was the time.

"Mum, it is time for Lora!" she yelled with a muffled voice. Stephanie came, charging upstairs as quickly as she could, meeting a depressed and uninterested Rachel. Stephanie went to the basket and sat next to it. She placed a hand on the cat's stomach and spoke calmly to it. Rachel lay still on the bed and cried silently and made the pillow wet as ever. She heard her mother moving the basket, sat nearer her youngest girl and feel her placing a gentle bony hand on her arm.

I know how you're feeling my dear!" said Stephanie quietly. "But you...

"You don't know at all, you... you don't know how I feel. Try not to make my mood better, it won't work anyway. You all are just trying to be sympathetic and very sad about it but you aren't!" She were shrieking louder then ever, full of heat. Mrs Tran whipped out her wand gave it a little flick and mumbled:

"Accio dreamless potion!" Three violet bottles zoomed through the doorway and landed in front of the parent. "Here, take this. It'll make you better until the morning."

"Yeah, much better and I wont miss my friend at all." Said Rachel sarcasticly, but she took it thankfully. Within a few seconds, Rachel has slumped back to her wet pillow and was fast asleep.

A/N: Sorry for being short with the cat incident. I am not so good with animals.