A/N: OMG, Long time no write ppl. Sorry times a billion. I became lazy and busy...but mostly lazy. But here's next chapter! You finally find out who Nick's master is! enjoy...
"You…" Harry said in a whisper.
The curly brown head and beet-red face of none other than Mr. Hawking turned to face him from the middle of the large room. The minister of criminal offenses, his boss, the man who knew the Weasleys as well! Harry's mouth dropped open. He was holding baby Andrew in his arms, Andrew's screeching cries filling the room. Mr. Hawking was standing over a pedestal with a large leather book open on it. All the colour left his face as he stared at Harry, clearly not expecting his presence. For a moment the two just looked at each other and then, Mr. Hawking bolted. He ran for the open door, sending a bookcase tumbling down infront of harry. Harry leapt aside and the hem of his robes got caught under the bookcase. He fell down, seeing the shape of Mr. Hawking disappear through the door. He blasted off the bookcase and ran as fast as his feet would carry him. He ran back through to the dragon room. Harry didn't flinch at all, because his one mission right now was to retrieve Andrew. Mr. Hawking and Andrew were almost to the opposite side of the room, about to go through the door when Harry gathered up strength and thrust his wand out, locking the door with a deafening clang. Mr. Hawking turned around, flustered.
"How could you?" Harry said, panting, "you of all people—on the dark side?" he looked at the minister with a look of loathing, mixed with disappointment.
The minister turned up his nose, "Well, when an opportunity presents itself, you seize it," he hissed.
"What sort of opportunity? One that would cause pain to so many people, including my best friends? That would keep an innocent child from his mother? Nothing can be that opportune. Nothing." Harry exclaimed.
"You don't understand you fool! I get strings of information now and then about the dark side and most of the time I use it for good—but this particular one reaped so many incentives, that I had to do it. You see—" an evil grin crept onto his face, "in being the one who controls Andrew, the chosen one, I so become just as powerful as him."
Harry looked at him, his insides burning with rage, "Well, I hate to ruin your plans for world domination, but Andrew is going home with me."
Mr. Hawking smiled eerily, "Not if I can help it…" he pulled out his wand, "conscioso," he whispered. Harry saw movement from the corner of his eye and the worst was confirmed. The dragons had been awakened. They awoke slowly, stretching their large leathery wings, their eyelids narrowed and nostrils flaring. Harry backed up, swallowing hard. He looked over at Andrew. Mr. Hawking had conjured a force-field around them. Harry, instead of trying to fight a ton of dragons, he thought he would have a better shot at trying to get Andrew. He ran for him, at the other side of the room. Balls of fire blasted past him, singeing the edge of his robes. a column broke beside him, hitting him with chips of plaster. He was almost near the force-field, as something pulled him back. A single small black dragon was digging it's claws into his back. Harry yelled in agony, as he felt his skin tear painfully. He mustered his strength and dragged himself forward. He was now at the force-field. He tried to step through but it sent an agonizing electric shock through his whole body.
"Aarghhh!" Harry yelled in exasperation. Mr. Hawking laughed maniacally inside the shield. Harry was at his end. The dragon's claws were digging deeper, and the sting of the air hit the cuts. He was exhausted. Random thoughts flashed through his mind. Hermione's tear-stained face, Ron's grim expression. I'm disappointing them… Harry thought. Then Ginny's words rang through his ears, "I shall never know peace if he's not found…I have faith in you." With a new courage, Harry stood tall, whipped around, throwing the dragon off his back. Then, he tried to go through the force-field again, the electricity burning his insides. Tears leaked through the sides of his eyes and he gritted his teeth. I have to get him…I have to get him…Harry thought, over and over again. In a flash of light and a loud explosive sound, Harry fell through the shield. He fell to the floor, dizziness taking over his mind. His eyes drooped…the last thing he saw was four figures running through the door…