Harry Potter

The Society Of Dragons

Chapter 2

The Dursley's Departed

The Summer had gone by so slow now that Harry had nothing better to do than to await his death. Only three months ago, he had discovered Malfoy's plans to kill Dumbledore, which lead to a great battle at Hogwarts. The death of his professor Severus Snape, had led to the fateful memory that landed him towards his one goal: Death. It had only felt like yesterday, when he had first seen the memory. Snape and Dumbledore, sitting in the Headmasters office. Dumbledore revealing that the final Horcrux had been in fact Harry himself.

Harry had kept to his room all summer, staring at the ceiling, letting Hedwig out once in a while for food and air, but mainly kept to his bed, unmovable. He hadn't written to Hermione or Ron about the memory, nor had he wanted to. He could not even bare to think of the matter. He wanted only two people to know about this memory. Him, and Dumbledore himself.

Towards the end of the summer, he had finally gotten over the idea, and had accepted that in due time, it would be up to Dumbledore, or someone else in the order like Moody or Lupin to take care of the matter. But could they? After all the work he had done to prevent Voldemort from getting the Sorcerers Stone, letting loose a Basilisk from the Chamber of secrets, Stopping his plans in the Graveyard, or at the Ministry by smashing the Prophecy.

He heard a sudden peck at the window and spotted the red scarlet bird named Fawkes, Dumbledore's Phoenix, and got up and opened the window, letting the bird fly onto his arm. Fawkes, with a low cry, handed him a letter and vanished in a flame leaving behind a feather. Harry picked up the feather, set it on his stack of books on his desk and opened the letter.

Dear Harry,

I know what you must be feeling is overwhelming. I wish I could come in person to talk to you but Voldemort is putting great resistance against the Order and Ministry. He has attacked the French Ministry and even tried to assassinate the British Prime Minister. He is getting desperate. Nothing you should be worrying about anyway.

In the meantime, I am sending an old friend and adversary from the United States to arrive on your doorstep tomorrow morning. He will instruct you further.

Hope you are having a wonderful summer,

Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore

He reread the letter and cast it aside. Who was this person he spoke of? Why was he not concerned about Harry's wellbeing.

Since June, Harry had lost hope in his mentor. He wanted nothing to do with Dumbledore, nor anything else in the Wizarding World. Why would he? He was going to die.

He heard a chime and headed down to the kitchen, Aunt Petunia had installed a new chime bell so that both he and Dudley would know it was time to eat. He had found her slaving over the stove as usual, where as Dudley was sitting at the table fork and knife in hand. Uncle Vernon was not there.

"Where is Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked

"Why would you care" she responded "If you must know, he had to stay late. He should be home in the hour. Now eat.

She had placed the food on the table and began to eat. Sheppard's pie and water. How he craved for Butterbeer and Pumpkin pastilles about now. He ate slowly hoping Uncle Vernon would come home soon. He had arrived just as Harry was done with his plate.

"Sorry I'm late Petunia darling" he said as he entered, sitting without taking off his jacket. "There was a small Fire and I had to sort it all out. Quite a mess"

HE began eating alongside Aunt Petunia, who had noticed Harry starring at them both

"What do you want boy?" he asked curiously.

"I just wanted to let you know that we will be having visitors tomorrow morning. Someone from "my" world.

They both stopped eating and stared him down. He knew they hated his kind and any mention of the word Magic.

"A visitor?" he started "On a Sunday? What madness."

"Apparently he's from the United States" Harry began.

"The US?" he slammed his fist down, bending the fork. "Great, American Wizards. The world is falling apart. First the bearded old fool, now an American, what are we, International Inn?"

Harry went back to his room ignoring all of his Uncles rants about the American Muggles, and how American wizards could be worse. He fed Hedwig and began to study for his final year at Hogwarts. He received a letter a few weeks ago, stating that this year, for Defense Against the Dark Arts, they would be having Year long Project. He had to choose a specific topic of the Dark Arts and Research it. Harry had already chose his topic. Horcruxes, the darkest magic of them all.

He had already started a week earlier, but he had continued to write down information from what he had been told from Dumbledore and from the memories of Voldemort. Who ever this Professor was, he or she had responded back with an approved letter.

The next day, Harry, Dudley and his Aunt and Uncle were in the Kitchen drinking Tea after a Bacon and Egg breakfast when a loud knock on the door came sharply that Aunt Petunia had spilled her teacup onto the floor. Uncle Vernon had shot Harry an eye to stay seated and got and went for the door.

A few moments later and he arrived back with a stern look on his face. A man followed behind him. If he would have guessed, he would have said the man was from the Dark Ages. The man was tall, about the height of Serious or Mr. Weasley. He had short black hair, but with a few grey lines hinted throughout it. He had a large scare along his left cheek, with one eye almost blind. He wore a black and silver armor, with a dragon head on his left shoulder. Its eyes made of rubies and its fangs made of metal. The Dragon shoulder armor was most peculiar. His wand in a leather pouch like a scabbard for a sword.

"Thank you for inviting me into your home Mr. and Mrs. Dursley." HE spoke with a deep voice. His skin, pale as a ghost, hardly moved around his scar. "Nice small home with very nice tiles. I prefer gray but white will do it. And look at this, how clean it is."

Harry noticed Aunt Petunia gave a small smile.

He noticed Harry and bowed "Ah, Harry Potter, how nice to meet you."

He sat at the table, in the middle of his Aunt and Uncle.

"Now, lets get down to business. Shall we?" he stated "I am Markus Ragnum. Leader of the Society of Dragons and your future Teacher at Hogwarts. Yes I am the one who approved your topic Harry."

Harry was surprised. His new Defense Against the Dark Arts was sitting right before him.

"Now, IF your wondering, the Society of Dragons is much like the Order Dumbledore founded, but the Society's roots go back to the Knights of Templar. The SOD, as I like to call it, was a group of Warlocks and Enchantresses who had befriended Dragons, and in harmony worked together to give peace to the two races. Our race deemed it too mutinous and declared us outlaws, having the Knights of Templar chase us down. We immigrated to the New World, or North America and since been there. We are currently…ahem, outlaws according to the American Ministry of Magic. It is too long to get into details.. Any questions so far Harry?"

Harry couldn't think of one.

"Good, now Dumbledore has asked me to come here and tell you that the Order and Society will be coming the day of your 17th birthday to take you to a safe house. Its too risky to move you any sooner, or later. I will arrive in one week at that date to escort you to Number 12 Grimmuald Place. Understood? Good. Now your Aunt and Uncle and Cousin are permitted to come if they want to avoid certain death."

"Death?" His uncle stated "What are you talking about?"

"Well, when Lord Voldemort has learned of Harry's departure, he will torture your till your dead to find out where he is." he stated

His Aunt and Uncle both gave shocking looks.

"We will think about it" His uncle stated.

"Good. Now Harry there is one other thing. Dumbledore also wants to relate that he will no longer be giving you private lessons. He feels that you have acquired everything you need to know. If he ever finds another, he will inform you. Instead, I wish to instruct you in private lessons this year. Along side Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Granger."

"I'll Accept" Harry said at once. "What will you be teaching us?"

"Very ancient and strong curses, hexes, magic, etc." he said. "Now, I must be off. Good day." He rose form his chair and left before Mr. Dursley could show him out.

Harry spent the next few hours in his bed thinking about what had occurred. He was relieved to find out that in one week, he would be free of this place, he would be back in his world, with his friends. For once, he had not thought about death.