Harry Potter and the Land Before Time

Written by Chibikan

Chapter Six: Change of Plans

Cera watched in horror as one by one her friends tortured with another strange word. Crucio. When it was used on one of them, the one looked as though they were being mangled from the inside out by a Sharptooth. One by one they dropped unconscious. And she could do nothing to help them, as she was held by an unbreakable vine. She had tried and it wouldn't break and the two-leg wouldn't let her go this time.

"NOW!" White-Face shouted, "You will DO as I command!" He aimed his stick at her.

But her pride would never let her submit to someone who would hurt her or her friends and she turned her three-horned head away in defiance.

One of the billowy-skins walked up, "Master, forgive me, but I don't think these are the ideal dinosaurs for your army anyway, they are mere plant-eaters, they don't have sharp teeth like the carnivorous ones. Their teeth are too flat."

"Yaxley! How dare you presume…" But then the White-Face seemed to think about it, "Although, perhaps you're right. The plant-eaters are not right for this mission. Perhaps, I need a carnivorous beast instead. And I can use these plant-eaters as bait."

Midnight, Hogwarts

Harry tossed and turned on his bed, in a cold sweat. The creaking of the mattress woke up Littlefoot who saw his new friend in the middle of what must be some scary sleep story. Littlefoot carefully climbed down from the bed and over to Harry who was beginning to cry out.

"Harry," Littlefoot prodded him gently with his nose, "Harry, wake up."

Harry sat bolt upright at the voice. He was panting and shaking. He looked over at Littlefoot, no one had ever woken him up from a nightmare before. Not even Ron. "Thanks…"

Littlefoot nodded with a smile, glad he was able to help, especially after Harry had promised to help him. "Are you alright? That looked like it must be a very bad sleep story."

Harry lowered his head, remembering. He never told anyone what he dreamed about. If it wasn't a vision, it was about his parents' death, or Sirius, the list was endless. He had so much on his mind, maybe it would okay to tell his new friend. "It was about my mum and dad." he stated simply, "Voldemort killed them when I was just a year old. And he tried to kill me, but the spell just rebounded back on him. I dream about them, and it's horrible. I only ever see them being killed, over and over. They died trying to protect me."

Littlefoot's eyes widened. Harry didn't have a mom or a dad either. "My mother died when I was little too." he told him. "Well, when I was littler. Cera and I had just met and we were playing in a swamp, and a Sharptooth attacked us. Mother saved us and knocked him off a cliff during a big earthshake. But, he got her too. Bad. I missed her a lot afterward. And I blamed myself, because she had done it to save Cera and me. But, Mr. Rooter told me that it was nobody's fault and that the circle of life had begun and not everyone would arrive together at the end." he appeared thoughtful, "I wonder what ever happened to him. I never saw him after that."

Harry smiled, that was good advice for a small dinosaur, "Sounds like something Professor Dumbledore might say." he chuckled at the thought of Professor Dumbledore being a dinosaur in the prehistoric times.

Littlefoot laughed too. He was sincerely glad that he had cheered Harry up. Looks like he was still good for something, even though it was still his fault for putting his friends in danger.

Harry patted the little long-neck's head, "Hey, I think I thought of something. Maybe we can find a way to go back in time the same way Voldemort did, and we can bring your families here. Then we can all teach the jerk a thing or two."

Littlefoot's face lit up, "Do you really think so? That sounds like a great idea! I know they'll come. Especially Mr. Three-Horn, because he gets extremely angry when someone tries to hurt Cera!" he rambled on and on. And Harry just listened. It was nice having a friend who KNEW about where he was, who could help him, and who he could ramble like this to. He liked it.

AN: Sorry for the shortness. I am tired. This probably won't be a very long fiction. If it's longer than twenty chapters, I'll be surprised. Hope you enjoy it.