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Chapter 13

Harry stood on the balcony, resting his hands on the rail as he looked out over the island, so much had happened since he had signed the paperwork for the islands. Voldemort had been truly dead for almost three years now, Dumbledore was locked away in prison, although word was that his health was in very rapid decline now. The old fool had refused to believe, even when shown the darkened prophecy orb, and so he had come after Harry, insisting he had to die for Riddle to pass on. That had been the first test of their security and it had held up admirably, to a point. By the time the once great wizard had broken through, he'd been weakened enough that Harry and Hermione had managed to take him down, together. The goblins had happily taken charge of Dumbledore since they didn't have a court system up at that point, although they did have a prison. Britain had tried to demand his release but there wasn't a lot they could do. It had ended up with Harry being revealed as King of the Sanctus Islands. That had caused an uproar in the Magical World, not just Britain.

Originally, they hadn't planned for his identity to come to light until after his seventeenth birthday, but the Dumbledore situation had forced their hand. Thankfully they were established enough to stand as a nation, they now how some trade agreements with other countries, mostly central American and Caribbean ones, although they did some limited trade with the magical side of the USA. Basically, nearby countries who needed the help they could give in exchange for raw materials and even extra hands and one of the few countries who had begun opening up more and accepting non magicals.

Work had begun on a new Jurassic Park, still on Isla Nublar. They had used wards first and then fences to cut off a section of the island, down near the lagoon, and work had begun there on various buildings, such as the control room, security offices, labs and workers accommodation. The dinosaurs were being left to roam since there was no reason to lock them away in enclosures. The park was still many years away from opening and there was still a lot of legal red tape with InGen to go through, but it was a good start. They hadn't done anything Isla Sorna, leaving it as only a nature preserve, though Harry was considering opening it to limited scientific visits.

He was still dating Hermione and he had plans for his seventeenth birthday that involved a nice velvet box. Neville had started dating Luna last year and to everyone's shock, Blaise and Kelly had hit it off as friends and everyone was wondering how that would evolve as she got older, a four year age gap was nothing to a magical with their extended lifespans. Harry was a Godfather now, Remus and Nym had married just before his sixteenth birthday, little Teddy had been born six months ago, already showing signs of his Mother's gifts and not his Father's curse, something they were all grateful for. Sirius had dated twice but seemed happy as a bachelor. In two months he'd be hosting a wedding as Alan and Ellie were finally tying the knot. Everyone agreed that is was about time, Harry had assumed they were married when they first met because of how close they were.

Things had been going well, although the InGen board, specifically Peter Ludlow, John Hammond's nephew, was stirring things up, trying to take over from his Uncle. For now they were watching and waiting, Ian had called it giving him enough rope to hang himself. It was obvious he wanted to exploit the dinosaurs and finish the small park in San Diego. Harry only owned the land, InGen owned the dinosaurs. Theoretically, it wasn't a problem since between them, Harry and John owned the majority shares in the company…unless John was removed from the board in a way that didn't enact his will. Harry wasn't sure what he thought of the Masrani's, but he was sure he could work with Simon better than Peter. He didn't like thinking about John dying, they didn't see each other much in person, emails and video calls didn't count, but he was still almost like a grandfather and he knew it was really going to hurt.

"Planning on coming?" Hermione called and he turned, smiling at her with flowers braided into her hair and a lightweight dress on, one definite plus to living here was the lack of cold weather.

"I suppose I should," he mock grumbled, and she laughed, swatting at him. He grabbed her around the waist and kissed her. "Happy New Year's."

"Happy New Years, now come on," she grabbed his hand and dragged him downstairs to join the others in the short trip into town for the yearly fireworks. He spotted Bill with Fleur Delacour and grinned at them, that had been a surprise. They had met through Gringotts and had been dating for over a year now, Mrs Weasley apparently wasn't very happy about it, which was why they alternated between France and here, not Isla Muerta where the Weasley family had lived since seven months after Ron's rescue. Mrs Weasley had chosen to home school Ron, too frightened to send him over to a school on another island, although a school for the children on Muerta had recently opened since they now had the numbers to support it. Harry could honestly say he didn't miss the Weasley's in his life at all, he had his own family. He chatted with the twins occasionally, they had opened a joke shop in town and were doing well for themselves. Charlie worked as head dragon keeper on Muerta, so he saw him on business. Percy had left, gone back to Britain to work for the Ministry under Minister Bones.

Harry laughed when a squirming Godson was deposited in his arms so that his parents could enjoy a quick New Years midnight kiss.

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"Sire!" A voice called and Harry activated the vibrating mirror, worried since it was coming from a patrol vessel.

"What is it?" he asked as the image cleared to reveal Captain Miller.

"The proximity wards for Isla Sorna have been breached," he reported crisply, and Harry swore softly.

"What kind of vessel?" he stood from his desk as he asked.

"Just coming into visual range now Sir, it appears to be a pleasure yacht."

"Hail them and prep a landing team in case, I'm on my way."

"Sire?"

Harry grinned. "Gets me out of paperwork."

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"Fabulous! Thank you Geoffrey." Deidre Bowman smiled.

"You're welcome." The crew member nodded and put the wine bottle back into the bucket to keep it cool.

"We'll also take a bottle of red, as well. Thank you," she told him

Geoffrey picked up the full fluke and began to walk away. "Certainly." He walked over to Mr. Bowman.

Paul sat in a heavily padded wooden chase lounge reading a newspaper, but he looked up as Geoffrey handed him the fluke of wine. "Thank you, Bernard."

"You're welcome."

Another yacht crew member walked up to little Cathy Bowman with a tray of sandwiches, bending down to offer her one.

She took it with a smile, "Thank You." Cathy began to walk along the shore.

"Sweetie, where are you going?" Deidre called after her.

"Eating my sandwich."

"You'll ruin your appetite, darling. We're having prawns, your favourite."

"I don't like prawns!" She turned back to call back to her Mother before skipping along the sand, enjoying the beach.

"Now darling, don't wander off."

Paul looked up from his newspaper with a grim face, disturbed. Lowering his fluke, he peered over at his wife and smirked. "For God's sake, leave her alone, Deidre," he called before looking back down at his paper.

"Sweetheart, we'll play with your ball," Deidre tried.

"Mother, don't be so annoying!" She continued to walk off, leaving her mother behind.

Deidre stood, dumbfounded. She turned around and walked over to her husband, who was still sitting on the wooden lounge. A huge ocean wave crashed into a rock far behind them, sending a huge bulge of white water shooting into the air. The yacht crew continued to work around them. "Darling, what about snakes?"

"There aren't any snakes on the beach. Just let her enjoy herself for once."

She considered the idea, and began to walk away. She walked over to the small table with the bottle holder and empty fluke setting on top. She looked up and called to a crew member. "Edward!"

"Yes ma'am?"

The group fell silent as a sound reached them, looking back at the sea to see a speedboat approaching, painted grey like most naval vessels were. It pulled up into the shallows and Deidre gasped as the occupants jumped out, all dressed in uniforms and armed.

"What's going on? Who are you?" Paul asked, glancing at the members of the yacht's crew, they weren't trained to take on pirates or anything.

"Captain Miller, Sanctus Navy. You crossed into restricted waters several miles back."

"Sanctus? Never heard of it, what sort of trick are you playing?"

"None," a new voice spoke up, a young man with a fading British accent stepped forward, the men around him going on alert. "The Sanctus Islands have been a sovereign nation for the last five years. All six islands are under our jurisdiction."

That was when a child's scream filled the air and the man took off running down the beach, the sailors with him. They came around a bend to see a girl with a swarm of Compsognathus all over her.

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Harry paid no attention to the sound of the Mother screaming in terror at the sight, racing forward, an arm wrapping around the girl as he lifted her clear into the air, throwing them both backwards and away from the dinosaurs while the sailors grabbed stun batons and shoved the animals back, the group quickly fleeing due to the number of larger attackers. Gunfire on this island would be…unwise. Harry scrambled up, the child in his arms as she cried, whimpering in pain. "Call the ship, get the medic on standby," Harry ordered and one of the men pulled his radio. "You, get back to your ship and follow us," he told one of the crewmembers who glanced at the Father before nodding. "Come on," he began jogging back as the Mother sobbed into the Fathers arms even as they followed back to their boat. Harry had been dreading the day something like this happened. Even with the wards and navy, no security was foolproof. But why did it have to be a kid hurt? Could have been worse though, she could have been attacked by a raptor pack.

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Sirius looked up as his Godson stalked into the Council Room. "What happened?"

"A family on a pleasure cruise decided to spend some time on the beautiful beaches of Isla Sorna," Harry answered tightly as he took his seat and Hermione gasped.

"Was anyone hurt?"

"Their ten year old daughter was attacked by Compsognathus. She'll be alright, the medics healed her, and she's been given some Dreamless Sleep disguised as a sedative. This is what we've been dreading," he admitted tiredly, and Hermione squeezed his hand.

"What sort of situation is this, legally?" Ian asked, leaning forward.

Ted frowned in thought. "Technically, they were illegally in our waters and on an island that is off limits. They could argue not enough measures were in place to alert travels of that fact. But any navigational data should have shown this area as not being in international waters. There is also the fact that the animals that wounded her belong to InGen."

Harry sighed, "I already called and alerted Uncle John. The family and their yacht are here for at least tonight while we decide what to do."

"This could be the chance to allow certain parties that rope?" Ted suggested and Harry blinked, looking at the others to see their reactions to that.

Remus was frowning, considering but eventually nodded while Nym shook her head, playfully pouting at her husband when she realised they had disagreed. Sirius laughed at them but nodded. Hermione and Emma both shook their heads while Dan hesitated before nodding.

Ian was torn, part of him wanted to give a very firm no, he didn't like what they had learned of Ludlow and he didn't trust what he would do…but this was a situation where they had at least some control. Not that control and dinosaurs were two ideas that went together. "Agreed," he finally offered.

Harry watched every reaction, knowing the most informed were coming from Ian and Nym, as the only two to have been there during the park incident. He really wished a certain pair of doctors were there, but they were busy with wedding plans. If Ludlow did as they feared and tried to take animals off the island, that would mean people on the ground outside of the bunkers. Was it worth the risk? All they needed was for a team to be sent without seeking permission, as soon as they hit the ground they could arrest them and deal with Ludlow and cronies. "Agreed," he finally said and then went to make the call to let John Hammond know. It was dangerous but they would have armed forces in every bunker, ready to move the instant they landed. They'd had a few years now to work out ways to deal with most of the dinosaurs, T-rex included. The biggest danger would be the raptors, but no team was going to land that far inland right at the start. They could do this and deal with Ludlow and those who thought like him.

TBC…