Inheriting a Draconian Mantle – Book 4
By Stargatesg1fan1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognized characters or universes within. If I did…I would have ended the Inheritance Cycle with Arya and Eragon in love and entangled in a heated, naked, and sweaty mess in their bed. Harry Potter would have been smarter and taken every opportunity he had to make love to the gorgeous Miss Granger and when they were old enough he would have made her the next Mrs. Potter.
Females Bonded by Harry Potter So Far (In Books One through Three):
Nymphadora 'Nym' Tonks is played by Sarah Chalke
Hermione Granger is played by Emma Watson
Susan Bones is played by Karen Gillian
Cho Chang is played by Katie Leung
Ginny Weasley is played by Julie McNiven
Luna Lovegood is played by Evanna Lynch
Queen Dianna of the Fairies is played by Dianna Agron
Females Bonded by Harry Potter in Book 4:
Jaimie (Merlin's mother) is played by Jaimie Alexander
Arya is played by Sienna Guillory
Professor Bridget Regan is played by Bridget Regan
Fleur Delacour is played by Clemence Poesy
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Chapter 2
After that the group walked past a group of arguing wizards. The argument was concerning the fact that the one wizard was wearing a woman's nightgown and it was making the muggles suspicious.
"I refuse to put those on," the nightgown wearer said as he was offered a pair of pinstriped pants. "I like a healthy breeze 'round my privates."
Potter's Angels and Hannah broke out into a fit of giggles at this declaration. The males were grinning too. More familiar faces were noticed as the group walked around. Oliver Wood introduced the group to his family. Wood had just been signed onto the reserve team for Puddlemere United. Wood had just graduated in Nym's class.
By the time the group returned to their campsite from exploring they found an amused Merlin watching Arthur Weasley trying to light a fire next door using matches. Every time a match lit Arthur dropped it in surprise.
"Quite amusing isn't it," Harry said.
Merlin sighed then said, "I suppose I'd better go help him."
Merlin introduced himself to Arthur and proceeded to show Arthur how to light a proper fire. Harry noticed a little wandless magic being used to make the fire burn faster so that it could achieve the proper setting for cooking.
"If dad knew he was chatting with the Merlin and not just someone he thinks is named after him he'd lay a golden egg," Ginny informed her mate.
"Let's go watch this Charlie's Angels Dean and Seamus were talking about," Cho suggested.
"Sounds like a good idea," Susan agreed.
The group went inside their tent and congregated around a pensieve projection TV and used Harry's computer system to pull up the correct movie. It was an enjoyable experience for the group of friends. As the day wore on excitement grew among the magical campers. As the excitement grew so did the blatant use of magic. The Ministry didn't seem to be able to keep up. Vendors selling their magical wares came out in force. Enchanted roses charmed for the colors of the two teams shouted the names of the players. Green bowler hats with dancing shamrocks and scarves with roaring lions representing Bulgaria were among the available apparel. Also available were flags which sang the national anthems of the two teams facing off, miniature toy brooms which flew about, and miniature figurines of the players which strutted about and preened.
"I'll take three dozen pairs of those," Harry said to a vendor which was selling omnoculars.
Harry exchanged 360 galleons with the happy sales wizard for thirty-six pairs of what looked like brass binoculars.
"Blimey, thanks Harry," George said as he accepted a pair of omnoculars.
"Yes, thank you," Hermione added mentally, knowing that her lover with his superior-than-elf physiology didn't require any omnoculars to see the match with superb clarity.
Harry and his companions returned to their campsite and distributed the remaining omnoculars. Shortly after a loud gong sounded from the direction of the stadium and alternating green and red lanterns blazed to life lighting the path through the woods.
"It's time to go," James announced, practically giddy like a school boy.
"Men," Lily said while rolling her eyes at her husband's antics.
"Indeed," Morgana agreed.
Despite their words the two witches did feel a bit caught up in the excitement of the event. They followed along with the rest of the group through the woods and towards the stadium. It was a twenty minute walk to the stadium but when they emerged the group beheld a structure with immense golden walls.
"It seats 100,000," Arthur Weasley announced proudly, leading his children next to the group of Riders. "The Ministry has had a task force of five hundred working on it all year. The muggle repelling charms are quite effective."
"You have prime seats. One of the top boxes is waiting for you straight up the stairs," the Ministry witch checking tickets at the nearest entrance said.
The group climbed the carpeted dark purple stairs while other magicals filtered off into the lower levels in diverging corridors. At the top of the stairs there were two possible directions to go. The Riders and the Weasleys went right. To the left was the Minister's box. Cornelius had invited Harry to the Minister's box but the Rider had been forced to decline due to the size of his party. Cornelius had understood and ensured Sirius faced no problems in obtaining one of the more expensive top boxes which just happened to be located across the stairs from the Minister's box. These two boxes were centered directly between the two opposing goal posts. The stadium was suffused with a golden luminescence. The three loops on either side of the oval stadium rose into the air. Large black billboards were floating around the outer edges of the pitch with golden writing that would flash across them displaying advertisements like a non-magical scrolling marquis.
"According to the program a display from the team mascots will be held before the match," Hermione announced as the group took their seats.
"That's always an interesting display," Mr. Weasley said. "Teams bring creatures from their native lands."
A few minutes later a familiar wizard in a lime green bowler hat stepped into the box.
"Harry," Fudge greeted warmly. "I was wondering if I might take a few moments of your time to introduce you to a guest of mine."
"That's quite alright Minister," Harry said as he stood.
None of the others in the box bothered standing for it wasn't them the Minister had addressed. Arthur nodded politely at Fudge.
"Harry Potter, this is Minister Oblansk. Minister Oblansk this is Harry Potter," Fudge introduced.
Oblansk said something excitedly in Bulgarian as he recognized the famous Mr. Potter. Harry reached into Oblansk's mind and took the necessary knowledge to speak Bulgarian.
In flawless Bulgarian Harry said, "I'm pleased you enjoy the Potter Enterprise's pensieve-TV so much Minister. Do you have a favorite program?"
"I enjoy the world news channel Mr. Potter," the Bulgarian Minister answered after recovering from his surprise over the celebrity speaking his native language. "My children also have a fondness for Pokémon."
"Both are quite popular," Harry agreed.
The two wizards conversed for a few minutes longer before Fudge and Oblansk took their leave to join the rest congregating in the Minister's box.
"The Minister's box sounds like part of a dirty joke," Sirius declared, causing the nearby Remus to do a spit-take from the butterbeer he had been drinking.
"Sirius," Lily hissed with disapproval.
"Don't be such a prude Lily," Sirius chastised. "Don't make me tell Harry how many broom closets you and James visited in your senior year. You don't think we weren't watching on the Marauder's Map?"
Lily glared at Sirius and fingered her wand. Before any further conversation could occur a booming voice amplified by a sonorous charm rolled over the stadium.
"Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the final of the four hundred and twenty-second Quidditch World Cup," Ludo Bagman Head of the Magical Sports Department, called. The cheering from the crowd was louder than anything those present had ever heard. The black board stopped displaying advertisements and instead displayed Bulgaria: 0, Ireland: 0. "Without further ado let me introduce the Bulgarian Team Mascots."
"Veela," Harry observed, with none of the excitement in his tone that was racing through the loins of many men present in the stadium.
The blonde haired females down on the stadium floor could only be described as beautiful. They had skin that seemed to glow. Their hair blew behind them in a wind that was purely magical. The veela began to dance. Harry watched as Fred and George stood up as if to head towards the railing to dive off. Mr. Weasley restrained his two younger sons. Bill meanwhile was keeping Charley and Percy seated. The male Riders were all unmoved. They could feel the attack on their mental defenses but shrugged the cloying yet attractive feeling off. Harry's perceptive eyes spotted Irish fans in the lower rungs of seating ripping off green shamrock apparel.
"Occlumency," Nym said inquiringly to Bill who was sitting nearby.
"You can't be a curse breaker without learning it," Bill answered with a confirming nod.
As the male audience booed in protest that the veela were leaving Ludo Bagman said, "Kindly put your wands in the air for the Irish National Team Mascots!"
At his words a massive green and gold colored object that looked something like a comet shot into the stadium before splitting in half and streaking towards the two goal posts. A rainbow connected the two fragments. When the rainbow faded from sight a moment later the fragments merged back into one piece. The rejoined piece was now a giant shimmering shamrock which rained gold coins.
"Leprechaun gold like that is fake," Hermione advised Fred and George who were eying the coins but had yet to make a move to take any.
The twins were smart enough to notice that the others hadn't gone for the gold. At Hermione's words the twins also realized the shamrock was actually comprised of thousands of tiny bearded Leprechauns wearing red vests and holding a lantern of glowing gold or green. The shamrock dissipated while the leprechauns floated down to the pitch on the opposite side from the veela. The tiny bearded creatures sat cross-legged to watch the match.
"And now ladies and gentlemen, kindly welcome the Bulgarian National team," Bagman cried.
Harry and his mates watched and listened as Bagman introduced both teams. There was much cheering from the Bulgarian contingent as their team was introduced but the noise reached new levels when Victor Krum, the Bulgarian seeker, was introduced. Krum was sallow skinned with thick bushy eyebrows. His nose was thick and curved. He was thin in stature. He looked like a large bird of prey.
"And here all the way from Egypt is the Chairwizard of the International Association of Quidditch, Hassan Mostafa," Bagman called as a small skinny wizard with a thick mustache strode out onto the pitch carrying a crate of Quidditch balls under one arm and his broom under the other.
Mostafa mounted his broom, kicked the crate open, and blew his whistle while flying high and fast. The match was quite entertaining for the watchers. One memorable moment was when Mostafa fell under the power of the veela and when he had been brought to his senses attempted to throw the veela off the pitch. He was unsuccessful and the match continued with players acting ferocious towards each other. Eventually tempers came to a head and the leprechauns and veela went at each other.
Arthur shouted, "And that boys is why you should never go for looks alone!"
The veela did look like avian reptile hybrids at this point as they flung fireballs at the leprechauns which shielded with rainbow colored shields. A few veela were transfigured into rabbits, squirrels, and other wildlife that day after being hit by rainbow colored spells.
To his mates Harry mentally projected, "I don't think Arthur went for looks even a little bit!"
"Hey," Ginny objected while the other females mentally chuckled.
"You have to admit he is right Gin. We've seen pictures of your mother when she was younger," Cho pointed out.
"Even then she couldn't have been called attractive," Susan added.
"And you're bloody gorgeous," Harry asserted.
"I suppose you're right," Ginny agreed on both points.
While the group had been conversing Krum had taken a bludger to the face resulting in a broken nose. Mustafa with the tail of his broom on fire from an angry veela was too distracted to notice the foul.
"Lynch has finally spotted the snitch," Harry announced moments before the Irish seeker went into a dive.
"Let me guess, you've never lost sight of it?" James amusedly inquired.
"Nope," Harry confirmed.
James exchanged an amused glance with Sirius. James Potter was quite proud of his remarkable son. Sirius was proud of his godson. The Irish fans were cheering their seeker on but Victor Krum was right behind his opponent. Flecks of blood flew from Krum's nose and it was a wonder he could see anything.
"Are they going to be able to pull out of that?" Hermione asked as the two seekers drew even.
"I don't think Lynch will be able to," Harry answered.
Moments later, Harry was proven right as Lynch smacked into the ground. As Krum shot into the air with the golden snitch glinting in his grasp Harry sensed it. His training under Master Oromis so long ago to constantly sense the threats around him kicked in. Dropping out of the sky was an unknown device. The Rider's keen eyesight picked up the projectile rapidly approaching the stadium far before any other being could sense it. Merlin and Dianna picked up the threat moments later but by that time Harry was already out of his seat and out of the box as well. The Rider shot into the sky under his own power.
"Little one…no!" Saphira cried in anguish as she jumped out of Between near the top of the stadium invisible to all but her Rider's friends and family.
Harry's flight was too fast for even the dragon to catch him as he intercepted the missile. As if sensing the threat posed to it from the wizard flying towards it the missile detonated. Harry screamed as the shield he had been forming around the missile was hit with the force of the nuclear blast from the hydrogen bomb. Light and heat so bright those in the stadium below were forced to cover their eyes blossomed throughout the region. This effort helped little. Harry felt as if every cell in his body was in agony as the heat washed over him. He poured power into his shield to reinforce it as the nuclear reaction raged within the sphere of space his shield encompassed. Saphira's considerable power flowed into her Rider.
Harry sensed spacetime distorting to his right and looked over to see a pocket dimension forming. Recognizing the work of his son he felt relief even as his power struggled against the energy released by the bomb. Cool soft hands touched Harry's searing skin. Dianna was there, adding her power to his own.
"I'm with you, love. Let's move it into Merlin's construct," Dianna's mind encouraged her lover.
Harry didn't even realize his mind was moving so slowly as exhaustion taxed his mental faculties. Together the two immortals strained to move the spherical shield. The miniature sun still roiling within the shield moved into the pocket dimension and Merlin sealed the spatial anomaly shut. The fairy Queen with her arms around her mate helped him fly back to the box. Dianna had cloaked herself from the sight of the mortals who didn't already know about her so it appeared as if an exhausted Harry Potter had flown down into his box. Stunned silence filled the stadium.
Voices broke the silence as half bloods and muggleborns explained what it was that had almost snuffed out all their lives. Thirty-eight seconds after the blast sphere, as Harry's shield containing the roiling nuclear explosion would from that day on be called, had disappeared the cheering started. Harry heard none of it. He was struggling to hold his sanity together. The pain was so intense from the severe radiation burns that covered most of his body. Lily, Dianna, and Morgana as the three most skilled healers were running glowing silver palms over Harry's form rapidly healing the damage.
"He shouldn't have been able to do that," Hermione said.
"Well he just bloody well did," Nym asserted.
"No, he shouldn't have been able to do that even with Dianna's help," Hermione insisted.
"What do you mean Hermione?" Cho asked.
Hermione held up a small device in her palm. The device was a tricorder named after a piece of technology from Star Trek with the same function. It was one of Hermione's projects she and Harry had been working on using magic and some of the science AIVAS had been showing the Riders.
"That nuclear bomb was one of the biggest ever made by mankind. We've measured all of our strengths to their limits in those endurance tests Harry insisted we all take. Even with Saphira's help and Dianna's help…the numbers just don't add up. Harry shouldn't have been able to hold back a tenth of the power put out by that bomb," Hermione explained.
Harry sat up at that moment as the last of his injuries was healed. He was looking off into the distance. Those surrounding him felt a pulse of power come out from the warlock and they could suddenly see a glowing hologram materialize from the micro-pensieve projector which he had just teleported in. The connection from the projector interfaced with the computer system back in the mage's lab and through there to the satellite system the Riders had recently put in orbit. While designing a system for Pern it had been decided that an advanced satellite system should be constructed around Earth.
"Dear god," Emma whispered in horror as the hologram showed hundreds of objects leaving most of the countries in the world heading towards strategic points around the world.
"Armageddon," Dan whispered.
Hundreds of nuclear missiles were streaking towards preprogrammed targets in a bid for mutually assured destruction. Harry's eyes hardened for a moment before he disappeared. He reappeared moments later looking completely refreshed. Time travel was a wonderful thing. By jumping back in time and resting the warrior had restored his strength before he caught up with the point he had departed from. Harry's space capable armor assembled around him and he leapt onto Saphira's back. The dragon had been perched on the back of the stadium behind the box. She leapt into the air and disappeared Between.
"He can't possibly stop them all," Emma whispered worriedly.
"He's got it under control," Merlin spoke up. "We've got our work cut out for us."
The famous mage was pointing to a dozen locations on the hologram where nuclear bombs had obviously gone off. Even as the group watched the other in-flight missiles began disappearing from the hologram.
"He's doing it," Ginny pointed out excitedly.
"How can we save all those people?" Sirius asked with dismay.
"Can we fake a nuclear blast and relocate the victims to Mars?" James questioned.
"We can do it. We must do it," Dianna assured.
"We've got the data. Let's jump back in time and get to planning," Morgana asserted.
The Riders left as one in the still cheer filled stadium. Many wizards were laughing and crying in relief greater than what was felt on the day their savior became known as The Boy Who Lived.
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Harry Potter floated in space hovering above the atmosphere on his massive dragon. With magical eyesight far beyond their light receptive eyes could perceive the bonded pair reached down into the atmosphere and located the speeding missiles with ruthless efficiency and remotely teleported the explosives into deep space on the other side of the sun. Even with his immense skill in remote teleportation the task taxed Harry's abilities but he knew he couldn't fail.
"That's the last of them," Harry told Saphira as he failed to sense anymore nuclear missiles.
"Yes," Saphira agreed, too tired to say anymore.
"Let's go take a nap," Harry suggested.
Saphira agreed before disappearing Between time and space.
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"Harry," Hermione shouted as her refreshed looking mate appeared in the common room of the Martian Riders complex.
"You've all been busy," Harry noted as he examined his friends and family.
Saphira had sensed the other Dragonriders jumping between times to rescue the victims in the nuclear blast zones.
"So have you," Sirius pointed out.
"Did you save them all?" Harry asked.
"With the help of Dianna's people," Lily answered.
"We conjured charred human remains in the blast zones and let the buildings burn," Merlin supplied.
"What did you do with the Heads of State and their families?" Harry probed.
One of the thirteen nukes that had gotten through Harry's teleportation net had dropped right on Number 10 Downing Street. Other cities which had been destroyed were Washington DC, New York, Shanghai, Beijing, Mumbai, Delhi, Moscow, Ontario, Vancouver, Rome, Tokyo, and Cairo.
"We have them in an enchanted sleep," Hermione explained.
"We weren't sure what you would want done about them," Ginny added.
"Prepare a meeting chamber and get ready to assemble all the Heads of State. It's time for me to make my presence known," Harry directed.
"Do you want them to know about everyone else we have rescued?" Remus asked.
"No, we'll still keep most of our true capabilities a secret for now," Harry assured.
"Harry…how were you able to contain that blast?" Hermione asked.
Harry looked pensieve for several moments before saying, "I'm not completely sure but I think it has something to do with the true name of gramarye."
Merlin replied with a confused expression, "Alagaesian magic?"
At Harry's nod Hermione pointed out, "We found no trace of the magic the Grey Folk used to bind gramarye."
"We all know that magical languages are just a way for the magician to shape their magic with their will to do what they desire. They're a crutch. I'm only speculating at this point but perhaps the true name of the ancient language is different. Perhaps that word somehow has a more fundamental meaning. I didn't even speak it aloud but when I was trying to find the energy within myself to maintain that shield I was thinking about my lessons with Oromis. I asked him about taking energy directed at me as an attack and drawing power from that. Oromis thought it might be possible with the true name of gramarye which I now know," Harry explained.
"You might have tapped into some way of doing that subconsciously," Jaimie proposed.
As her mate nodded Dianna added, "You were putting off more power than I have ever felt you projecting before."
"Something to study another time," Merlin suggested.
"Susan and Luna are handling the press," Lily informed her son. "After what you did at the Cup the vultures are demanding answers."
"Never mind that now. I need to go speak to AIVAS about some type of technology capable of absorbing the radiation fallout and scrubbing the atmosphere. We can probably do it with magic but I would prefer to use technology so that the tech can be sold by Potter Enterprises," Harry announced.
"Already done," Nym announced while waiving her hand over a coffee table and causing a cube measuring a half meter in length, width, and height to appear. A swirling pattern was etched into the device. Nym's mind connected with her lover's thoughts and the plans for the radiation scrubber were transferred over to him. "It's my job to anticipate your needs and thoughts."
"You're the best assistant ever," Harry told the metamorphmagus as he leaned down and gave her a kiss.
"It helps that Saphira has a link to your mind and can tell Nym what you are thinking," Cho amusedly stated.
Nym stuck her tongue out at the Chinese beauty.
"Several thousand scrubbers have been produced," Sirius announced.
It turns out that magic could be used to mass produce products provided no active power was running through the object at the time. Duplication spells were wonderful. So was time travel.
"Let's get the scrubbers deployed then and when the room is prepared for the Heads of State I have some talking to do," Harry announced.
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John Major suddenly felt himself return to consciousness and sat up as his groggy mind cleared with a surge of energy. The British Prime Minister looked around and found himself seated at a large conference table. The table had many sides each a little wider than the person sitting at it. He didn't know the prefix for the geometric shape of the table but there appeared to be dozens of sides to accommodate the dozens of people sitting at the table.
"Prime Minister," a familiar voice said to John's right.
John turned his head and saw his Queen sitting next to him.
"Your Majesty, do you know where we are?" John asked.
"I know only that he seems to know where we are," Elizabeth said while nodding towards the figure standing in the middle of the open center of the table.
The man was tall with dark hair and an athletic build. He possessed intelligent green eyes and wore a pair of jeans and a dark green button down sleeveless shirt.
"I do believe magic might be involved," Bill Clinton said from Major's left. "Unless this is some type of afterlife," the American President added. "The last thing I remember was being in my situation room trying to shoot down a nuclear missile heading towards our capitol."
"I remember the same," John agreed.
"Are you Harry Potter?" Elizabeth asked in a louder voice while addressing the male standing in the center of the room.
Harry's eyes turned to the Queen of England with some surprise.
"You know who I am, your Majesty?" Harry queried, confirming his identity.
"I have read some of those delightful tales about you to my grandchildren. They are quite taken with those stories," Elizabeth replied.
Harry barely suppressed a groan but couldn't hide the wince.
"What are we doing here?" Boris Nikolayevich Yeltsin, the Russian President, demanded in thickly accented English.
"And where is here Mr. Potter?" Bill added, recalling the wizard's name from a historical briefing his magical liaison had given him shortly after he had taken office.
"A short while ago hundreds of nuclear missiles went off in a pattern that would have eliminated a large portion of life on Earth," Harry explained while waving his hand and causing a hologram to appear which showed a model Earth and the pattern of attack of the missiles. "In the case of thirteen of these missiles they hit their targets. I regret that I was not aware of them until after a missile dropped on the stadium of the sporting event I was attending."
"The missile targeting Blackpool," John spoke up. At Harry's confirming nod and the expressions of the other world leaders he added, "We couldn't figure out why a missile was heading for an area with such a low population density. That missile was one of ours."
"Why were you firing on yourselves? Quite a few of those missiles which hit were sent by the same country which suffered losses," Francois Mitterand, the French President, pointed out.
The missiles originating within a country and targeting the land of their country of origin reached their targets before Harry became aware of the threat.
"We lost contact with the launch points where the missiles came from and were unable to reach the staff," Major explained. "We don't know what happened."
"We experienced the same issue," Clinton admitted.
"Is that why you brought us here?" Elizabeth asked Harry. "To explain what is going on?"
Harry nodded. A hologram showing the reborn Lord Voldemort appeared next to Harry. Several of the people present shivered in revulsion.
"This is a wizard who calls himself Lord Voldemort. He was born December 31st 1926 as the bastard son of Merope Gaunt. He is a terrorist who hates all non-magicals humans. This is likely in part a result of the fact that he was left to live out his childhood in a non-magical orphanage before he discovered his powers and that his father was a non-magical of some wealth and standing. He has since then done many evil things. Approximately an hour ago as far as we can tell he initiated some type of twisted plan to wipe out most non-magical and magical life on Earth," Harry announced.
There was silence for several seconds before Boris shouted, "This is outrageous. Are you telling me one of your British wizards just tried to wipe out all life on Earth?"
The Russian's outraged eyes alternated between the three Brits in the room.
"Not all life on Earth. He and his most loyal followers are likely sitting comfy in a heavily protected stronghold somewhere," Harry answered.
Not even all of Riddle's most loyal followers were to be spared it seemed. Lucius had known nothing about the attack. Riddle had realized he didn't stand a chance of defeating the muggles using conventional Death Eater tactics so had devised a plan to use their own weapons against them.
"You said you were attending a sporting event when the Blackpool missile hit your stadium. How are you still alive?" Major asked.
"The Quidditch World Cup," Elizabeth supplied.
The Queen was apparently well informed about magical happenings.
"And how is it you seemingly stopped the hundreds of other missiles that never reached their targets," Francois added.
Unlike those leaders that had been in destroyed cities at the time of the attack Francois knew most of the missiles had simply disappeared off of tracking.
"And how did Voldemort accomplish this attack?" Major asked.
"To answer your questions in order…I was able to contain the blast from your warhead. I sent the missiles away. And Voldemort used the Imperius curse to take control of the staff of each of the launch points. This bit of magic is essentially a mind control curse," Harry explained.
This explanation brought up several more questions.
"You sent the missiles away where?" Clinton wanted to know.
"You wizards can control minds?" Major probed, feeling his stomach clench in panic.
"The other side of the sun into deep space and quite easily, Mr. Major," Harry replied in a calm voice, his expression devoid of emotion.
"I was told the risk of this type of breach of security was incredibly low," Elizabeth said, quieting all other conversation.
"You knew this could happen?" Major asked the queen incredulously.
"Our magical community is one of the oldest in the world. Having a monarchy has allowed the secrets of the magicals to be passed down through my family whereas elected offices don't have that luxury. You are reliant on what the wizards tell you. My family has always gathered intelligence on the magical world and tried to stay up to date," Elizabeth explained.
Harry was fascinated by this explanation.
"Did you perchance employ magicians of non-magical parentage to gather this intelligence for you, your Majesty?" Harry inquired.
"Yes," Elizabeth confirmed.
Harry sighed before saying, "I have observed that non-magically raised magicians quickly pick up the bad habits of their magically raised peers once they enter the magical world. They seem to lose all ability for complex analytical reasoning skills. In their defense it is very hard to apply a lot of logic to magic. It tends to defy logic. Magicians and technology do not traditionally get along. Your non-magically raised analysts probably didn't think Riddle would resort to these tactics using technology."
"You thought he might. How else could you react so quickly to neutralize the attack," Elizabeth pointed out.
"No, I didn't consider this tactic. I just work really fast when I need to," Harry answered.
"How many died?" Major asked.
"Millions," Francois supplied. "But not the billions that would have died had all the missiles hit."
"What about our families?" Major probed.
"Your families are safe. One contingency I did prepare for was that the world leaders might be attacked. You and your families have been carrying around portkeys for some time," Harry explained.
Most of the non-magicals present had been given a brief explanation of magical capabilities including transportation methods so knew what a portkey did.
"This Voldemort needs to be hunted down immediately," Boris spoke up for the first time in several minutes to demand.
"I agree," Jiang Zemin, the Chinese President, added.
Jiang had sat and listened to the explanation and contemplated everything he had heard.
"I highly advise that you not get involved in wizarding affairs," Harry replied.
"This Voldemort just murdered millions," Boris objected. "Of course he will be hunted down. And if you stand in our way there is nowhere on Earth you can hide from us."
Harry let out a grim smile. Suddenly the room shuddered and began to rise up. The white walls of the room quickly gave way to windows. Those in the room gasped as a strange landscape was depicted. The roof became see-through or so it appeared to those sitting in it. The same charm as was on the Great Hall of Hogwarts allowed those inside the Martian module to see Earth in the distance.
"We aren't on Earth," Harry said in a deadly calm voice. "Nobody wants Riddle dead more than I do. He murdered my parents when I was one year old and then attempted to kill me. He has done things to himself that make him a very hard creature to kill. If you challenge him he will probably rip out your soul and eat it."
Boris shuddered at the tone in the young wizard's voice and the fire in his green eyes.
"Why did you bring us here then if you don't want our help in dealing with this Riddle character?" Clinton asked.
"I brought you here for several reasons. I have been doing my best to prepare both societies for reintegration where non-magicals are aware of magicals again," Harry explained.
"He has been upping the level of technology in the wizarding world through his company Potter Enterprises," Elizabeth explained for those around her without the benefit of her resources.
Harry nodded his confirmation.
"I have also taken…steps…to stimulate the belief in the possibility of magic in the non-magical population," Harry added.
A look of understanding lit in Elizabeth's eyes and she said, "Santa Claus may I presume?"
Harry let slip a small smile.
"That was you!" Clinton exclaimed as the other world leaders realized who had given out gifts to everyone all over the world the previous Christmas.
"Another reason for bringing you here is that my company can help with the fallout from the thirteen missiles which impacted," Harry explained while waving his hand and causing a radiation scrubber cube to appear hovering next to him. "This is a radiation scrubber. It will capture and purify the air containing nuclear fallout. My company has quite a few pieces of technology which will be released to the non-magical world in the near future which will benefit humanity greatly. These advances will appear non-magical in nature. Already they are being distributed around the blast sites," Harry explained.
"And we will need to tell the public something," Major cottoned on.
"We can use your company to cite where the source of this miraculous life saving technology came from. We can also say you have a system which shot down the missiles," Clinton suggested.
"I find it unacceptable that you were so easily able to disarm our missile systems," Jiang put forth.
Several of the world leaders turned incredulous expressions to the young Chinese President while several others looked like they agreed with him.
"What I want to know is how this will be prevented in the future?" Francois said.
"It's taken care of," Harry assured.
"How is it taken care of?" Boris wanted to know.
"No more nuclear missiles exist on the planet Earth," Harry informed the occupants of the room.
Dead silence reigned for several seconds before an explosion of protest came from multiple fronts. Elizabeth, Major, and Clinton were some of the few who remained silent. Harry snapped his fingers and all sound in the room ceased. He nodded towards the three sitting side by side who had remained silent.
Catching his meaning major pointed out, "Someone will just make more."
"You could try," Harry conceded. "But the second any nuclear project becomes a weapon I will just remove it from Earth. Our species has advanced beyond the point where we can afford to have weapons of mass destruction lying around waiting to annihilate us." The mage waved his hand and caused a tablet computer to appear in front of every politician at the table. "I'm sure you have further questions. You can communicate with me through this tablet. You will now be returned to your various homes. Those of you from destroyed cities will be relocated to your emergency bunkers along with your families."
Everyone disappeared except for Queen Elizabeth. She looked around with some surprise.
"Why am I still here?" Elizabeth questioned.
"I sensed you wanted to talk with me," Harry answered, his powerful Rider telepathy having easily picked up on the Queen's desire.
"I'm sure most everyone wanted to talk with you. Why am I still here?" Elizabeth probed.
Harry gained something of a sheepish expression and explained, "I admit a certain fondness for my Queen. When I was much younger I would entertain fantasies that maybe I was the bastard child of one of your sons or some relative you had just discovered and that you would come rescue me."
"Rescue you from what?" Elizabeth queried.
"Umm…never mind," Harry quickly replied.
Elizabeth filed this oddity of Harry Potter away for later investigation.
"What you described…those were feats I do not think even Merlin could have accomplished," Elizabeth pointed out.
"Oh I don't know…Emrys is a pretty powerful mage. I'm sure he could have saved those people. It just would have been harder for him," Harry replied.
"You speak as if you know him and as if he is still alive," the Monarch probed. She only received a mysterious grin from the youth in return. Elizabeth peered intently at the wizard, trying to determine his character. "What motivates you Mr. Potter?"
"Call me Harry," Harry invited.
"In private please call me Elizabeth," the Queen answered, surprising the warlock.
"I have many motivations. I strive to educate myself in every way possible in subjects that interest me. I also strive to protect my loved ones. I seek adventure although I don't have to look very hard. My life is very adventurous. Those books you said you read your grandchildren…they're nothing compared to the truth," Harry answered.
"Why so mysterious, Harry?" Elizabeth questioned.
"I have to keep the ladies guessing," Harry replied. "I have a friend that would very much like to meet you. Her name is Saphira. I don't want you to be alarmed. She is a dragon but she is also friendly and intelligent."
Elizabeth's eyebrows were raised in surprise.
"From what I'm given to understand dragons are anything but friendly," Elizabeth replied.
"I am not of that breed Queen of the humans," Saphira replied as she slowly faded into view.
"Oh my," Elizabeth exclaimed as she became aware that the chamber was much larger than she had thought and was capable of accommodating such a large creature. "She is magnificent. You can understand what I say, Saphira?"
"Yes, but I can also speak telepathically. If you project your thoughts towards me I will sense them. You do not have to project very hard. My mind and that of my Rider can pick up thoughts across the planet," Saphira explained.
"You called Harry your Rider? What does that relationship entail?" Elizabeth questioned.
"We are bonded and share a telepathic link deeper than any other type of connection. This silver palm marks me as a dragon Rider," Harry explained while holding up his palm with a visible gedwey ignasia.
"Is Saphira why you were able to save the planet and perform feats even Merlin could not easily accomplish?" Elizabeth asked.
"She is a very large part, yes," Harry confirmed.
"Thank you very much for saving the planet," Elizabeth said. "Thank both of you."
"There is no need to thank us. It was not the first time we have saved mankind and I doubt it will be the last," Saphira replied.
"Would you like to go on a ride Elizabeth?" Harry inquired.
The Queen's eyes lit up in anticipation.
"Do you mean do I wish to go for a ride on Saphira?" Elizabeth clarified.
"Yes," the dragon confirmed.
"I think I would like that," Elizabeth agreed. "But my attire doesn't lend itself to riding a dragon."
As she spoke Elizabeth's dress changed to a comfortable pair of pants and a top. Her shoes were replaced by boots. An armored spacesuit the likes of which Elizabeth had never imagined tailored for her form appeared on her body. The Queen found the suit easy to move around in. Saphira crouched down while her Rider assisted the monarch in mounting her. Elizabeth soon found herself on Saphira's back with her arms wrapped around Harry Potter's waist.
"But there is very little atmospheric pressure on Mars. How will we fly?" Elizabeth suddenly asked.
"Magic," Rider and dragon answered in unison before Saphira jumped Between.
The next several hours spent flying over the Martian surface on the back of a dragon were surreal for Elizabeth but also the most thrilling time of her life to date. When she was returned to Earth and her family, that enjoyable time and the promise from the magical pair to take her flying again would sustain her through the trying times to come.
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Posted: 9/13/2014 (Edited Version) Rev 0
Author's Note:
Well there is the second chapter of book 4.
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