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AN: this is a re-working/re-write. The plot and story is the same, but I've added more description and added to the story and plot. Adding in more information to better understand the story, and hopefully make it more realistic. I hope that in some if not most chapters it feels as if you're reading a new story.

Please Read: since I doubt that the redone first chapter sent out any story alerts because I just replaced the original, I suggest going back to read the first one first. If indeed those who have this story on alert wish to read these new and improved chapters. However, skipping them may mean missing out on an overall better and longer Harry Potter and the Dragon Storm.

Harry Potter and the Dragon Storm

Episode II

Speaker

Harry couldn't believe his nerve, but she just smirked and stood up. She took him by the hand and led him through the bedroom doorway in silence because of their reckless embracement.

They walked though the landing hall, and then down the stairs and passed quite a few people whom stared at them as they walked into the crowded garden, where she gestured for Harry to sit on the empty bench; on the patio, and instead of sitting next to him, she sat on his lap and snuggled up in his arms.

She straddled his lap facing him; pushing her chest up against him, and making him gulp a little as he could feel her soft breasts through their clothes. He took a deep breathe, taking in the sweet scent of her cool perfume as she buried her face into the crock of his neck. He could actually feel her lips pressed to his flesh, smiling.

After a few moments where it seemed only they existed Amanda pulled back enough to take a small look around with him, and they could barely restrain their need to laugh. They looked towards the barbecue grill where Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had frozen in horror.

Their expressions were most likely because they are seeing Harry with who must be one of the best-looking girls at Dudley's school. When he saw, Dudley with his usual gang of bully's he chuckled somewhat darkly, and even though the yard was still quite noisy as nobody else cared to gawk, as they didn't care. Harry was sure Dudley could actually hear him laugh.

Dudley flinched and looked as though he was about to die of a heart attack, which might have been true with all of the greasy foods he eats. He had gone pasty and clammy white, and his cheeks turned a tint of green. He looked as though he was going to be violently sick.

"Do you suppose," began Amanda quietly with a small giggle. "That they're going to have heart attacks?" she asked giving words to his actual thoughts as his eyes scanned the other bullies in wonder. They looked better than Dudley at the moment, but not by much.

"Looks like they might," he agreed with an amused shrug. "We can only hope," he added as he looked into her hazel eyes, he gulped self-consciously as she slowly leaned into him.

Their eyes slowly fluttering closed as the world around them slowed and dissolved into nothingness. Their lips brushed together in a light caress for an uncertain moment as they savoured the softness of each other's touch. Then they slowly moved fast, putting in more pressure, slowly working at each other.

Harry's arms wrapped around Amanda's waist, as hers tightened around his neck, pulling him in hungrily, as their kiss slowly deepened, her tongue tasting his lips, begging entry. He opened his mouth allowing her the access previously denied. His tongue came out to meet hers halfway, and they both groaned gently into each other's mouths, as they tasted each other's warm saliva.

Amanda ran her hands up from his neck, her small fingers training longingly through his mess of raven coloured hair, pulling him tighter still, but Harry suddenly pulled back he had started to feel a certain part of him get a little too excited. However, he felt alive and carefree for once in his life he actually felt normal.

Their breathing came out in ragged breaths as they stared into each others eyes, and Amanda wondered whether eyes like Harry's were even meant to exist. They seemed so perfect, alight with infinite oceans of passion and strength she doubted many people could match, and it brought forth a small grin to her lips.

Because in this one moment he is all hers.

They noticed the garden had quietened some since they started kissing, but conversations continued. It was then that Harry held back from grimacing as he remembered Amanda's parents are at this party somewhere, and hope they're not anything like the Dursley's or he is in so much trouble. Though the fact Amanda is such a good person gives him hope.

Harry sighed quietly and contently before smiling at his new friend. Today had been the first time in his life he had ever enjoyed being at Privet Drive, just because of one beautiful girl.

It was then that Amanda and Harry were brought back to reality when they heard one of Dudley's idiot friends speak angrily and smugly.

"Watch what my snake can do. I taught it to attack."

Harry looked over in surprise to see a boy he didn't recognize. He had a huge Python and he released it. Harry was surprised that it actually started slithering towards him and Amanda hissing angrily,

Both Vernon and Petunia yelled towards the boy in a panic. "NO!" But they were too late.

Amanda screamed out in fear, latching on tighter to Harry as the snake started to wind its way up and around their body's on the bench, coiling its leathery skin as it tightened its hold on them.

Harry just stared at it for a moment in bewilderment as he ignored Amanda's whimpering. Of all the animals to set on a Serpent Speaker, a serpent is just the stupidest, but then again, the idiot doesn't know he can control snakes, and talk to them. He sighed with an amused shake of his head as he smirked.

The snakes head was now inched from Harry's face, hovering over Amanda's shoulder as it stared at him, it kept hissing insults about its foolish human owner. Then its eyes locked with Harry's and its rant died on its tongue and it recoiled a little as it saw the human was not only unafraid of it but seemed to actually be amused.

Harry gave the snake a small smile before speaking to it. "Are you quite finisssshhhhed with your little rant?" he asked the snake.

The python wasn't the only creature in the yard to gasp in surprise as Harry hissed out sounds in perfect imitation of the snakes earlier hisses. Amanda had actually stopped quivering to look at him with her mouth half open, and it was clear to everybody that the snake would no-longer resume its earlier attack as it loosened its coils subconsciously

"You sssspeak to me?" the snake asked shocked its hiss low, and a little frightened it had not only messed with a wizard but also a speaker.

"Yessss," he returned, though his hiss held an amused edge to it. "Do me a favour and go restrain the idiot that sent you, but try not to hurt him too much before you let him go, and escape," he asked as the snake withdrew and uncoiled from Harry and Amanda, and headed back to the boy who sent it, at full speed.

"With pleassssure" the snake hissed in relief that he was getting off with his foolish attack. It reached the boy in moments wrapping it self around him in just a few seconds. The foolish boy fell to the ground as Harry shook his head in mock pity, some people just don't deserve pets.

Harry winced a little as he looked at Amanda to see her staring at him in shock and apprehension. He just sighed, tired, and unhappy, at least it was good while it lasted. She'll probably hate him too now, believing him to be a freak, and a nascence, and not wanting her perfectly normal life ruined by his abnormality.

"That'ssss enough now," he suddenly hissed at the snake as the boys crying and begging was getting tiresome. The snake quickly realised his victim, and moved with speed quickly fleeing into the bushes and out of sight, and Harry actually worried a little for the serpent's safety, but shook that off as he had more pressing matters at hand.

Harry carefully helped Amanda climb off his lap and set her down on the bench beside him, and she looked at him like he was either dangerous or a fascination, he couldn't tell, so he got up with a sad sigh, annoyed at him self as the whole garden had gone quite. He just hoped that all of these people would just write off the whole talking snake thing as a silly joke or something.

"Ah well," he suddenly spoke with another tired sigh. "That's the last time I stop a snake from attacking some one," he told her with sad eyes, though knew it probably wasn't, what with Voldemort's love of them and hate of him.

Shaking his head, he walked quickly back in to the house; and back into his room where he lay back on his bed. He just lay still momentarily tense before relaxing when he heard the steadily increasing noise from out back.

Harry was shocked out of even starting to brood and go emo when moments later the door opened. He was surprised to say the least when Amanda walked in without a word and closed the door behind her.

He was baffled as she approached him with a big grin on her beautiful face and an amused sparkle to her eyes.

"You're Harry Potter aren't you?" she just blurted out, bluntly.

Harry was shocked that he was glad he was already lying down, because he would have no-doubt fell otherwise. In addition, she said it as if she knew him as "The boy-Who-lived?" Saviour of the wizarding world. Damn he hates that title. Why couldn't it be 'The Dark Slayer' or maybe even 'The Mage-Who-Lived,' or something that won't try to call him a boy all his life. Dumbledore's an ass for calling him that. Leave it to an old person to have no taste, and then for the masses to pick up on it and agree.

It then clicked, and he let of a chuckle and a small smile spread to his lips. "Then you're either a squib, or the sister of a muggleborn. I would guess the latter, though?" he asked a bit too enthusiastically. Hey, now he gets to keep her as a friend and not keep any secrets.

"I'm Amanda Creevey. My brothers are obsessed with you, and I thought you looked familiar," she answered with a nod. "They have loads of pictures of you."

"You're Colin and Dennis's sister," Harry laughed. "Colin's like my own annoying, private, parasite," he added with a roll of his eyes.

She grinned towards him when he said it though, as if it amused her that she isn't the only one annoyed by her brothers.

"So, dose everyone want to start Witch burning again?" he joked as if he couldn't escape, even if he had to illegally use magic to get away. It might have actually been fun… a chance to let loose on some ignorant masses, even if he might feel guilty for it later.

"No. My dad told them that you were pretending, and that you just charmed the snake, and they were all stupid enough to believe it," she replied giggled. Harry rolled his eyes wondering whether there's some kind of mist covering most peoples eyes to help hide what is so blatantly in their faces.

"That was good of him. I thought he might have been mad, what with the whole snogging his daughter thing."

"Na, my mum and dad are good about things like that," she disagreed with a shake of her head. "Anyway, that's why they hate you isn't it? Because you're a magician?" she asked and Harry nodded with a polite shrug. "According to Colin. He said that he found out that you were kept in a cupboard for nine years; before you went to Hogwarts."

She let slip the last bit before she could stop her self, as Colin had never had any physical evidence of this, but Harry's wince and grimace were proof enough to her, along with his burning red face. Her eyes had widened, as she had not actually believed that anybody could be so cruel until now. But what was worse is the fact Harry is a hero, and from what her brother had said still is. How could the wizarding world be so cruel, yet continue to expect him to continue protecting them. A normal person would have broken years ago with the things she had heard Harry had done.

"That's terrible," she whispered after a few moments, her eyes moistened with sadness.

Harry just shrugged nonchalantly. "Yeah well," he began, feeling uncomfortable with the subject. "And people wonder why others go bad. They should think themselves lucky that I'm still on their side," he chuckled darkly at her obvious understanding that he didn't mean the Dursley's side but Dumbledore's and the Ministry's, though maybe he should be on his own side and screw what happens to them.

He took in a deep slow breath before letting it out in a rush. However, he was then shocked into full alertness when Amanda suddenly slid onto the bed next to him and continued until her slender, soft and warm body melted perfectly into his as she lay on top of him, hiding her pretty face in the crock of him neck, breathing in his scent. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he couldn't resist wrapping his arms around her waist and cuddling her in return, and breathing her in.

She felt unbelievably warm and inviting as he held her. It was most definitely the most comfortable hug he had ever felt. Though he had only ever been hugged by two people before, one being a middle aged woman, namely Mrs. Weasley whom attacking him in one of her famous motherly hugs most likely doesn't count. The other being one of his best friends, Hermione Granger, though that hug was just awkward, and made him feel uncomfortable… maybe it was the execution of the hug that mattered, not the actual hug it self?

0oo00oo0

'Wow' was all Amanda Creevey could think about. Temporarily, shocked speechless at her own daring to climb on top of a boy that she fancies. Even though she had already had her lips on his, this seemed more personal, and private compared to the show they put on outside. She knew she was blushing so bright right now that she couldn't pull her face from Harry's neck right now as that would embarrass her further. And her stupid heart would start to betray her if it didn't slow down anytime soon. She just hoped she can keep her mind out of the gutter or she'll have another reason to be embarrassed.

Ever since she had seen him in a photo that her brother Colin had brought home and shown her, she had wanted to meet Harry, the Boy-Who-Lived. She had kinda developed a crush, and wished she could be the damsel in distress for him to rescue. She had even robbed a few photos of Harry, from Colin's bedroom.

She felt quite stupid not recognising him from the moment he opened his bedroom door, but guessed her subconscious did not want to believe that such a good person would live with scum like the Dursley's, but unfortunately the stereotype of a heroes home life being rough is true in this case.

Amanda couldn't believe it when Harry spoke Parseltongue. She had been both scared and awed because she had only heard from her brother of only two known people to speak snake, and one is an evil and old jerk, so it had to be the other. She had then noticed the scar, just visible though his fringe.

She had been shocked. She had snogged a boy any and every witch in the world would want, and she hasn't even got any magical powers. She had kissed the boy that has plagued her fantasies for as long as she had first seen his picture, and didn't even know it. It was partially because he looked quite different without his nice new and expensive school Robes on. But he has the kindest eyes she had ever seen. They looked so deep with emotion, like whirlpools… windows into a loving kind soul, but still any fool could still make out the hurt and anger that swam, hidden just below the surface.

She breathed in his scent deeply, and was pleased he held her a little tighter, and felt him shiver as she breathed out onto his neck. She is what his people called a Muggle, a non-magical person and he's a mage. Why would he ever want a Muggle? That would never make any sense, and she knew his people whether they preach tolerance or not would never like their saviour to be in a relationship with her.

Also she knew being with him could put her in even more danger, because this horrid Dark Wizard who hates Muggles has supposedly came back from the dead, only this boy could tell her whether it's true. Colin had said that Harry had fought him, the one Wizards and Witches call you-know-who because they're too afraid to say his name. It seemed kind of pitiful being afraid of a name like that, even her brothers. She wondered why, and who could have told them the name in the first place with instructions to fear it? It kind of made no sense in that respect, as her brothers were born in the non-magical world. Have they been hexed to fear the name or something. She wouldn't put it passed them from what she knows about the cowards.

Harry's fingers were gently caressing her smooth back around her waist, causing pleasant shivers to run down her spine, and she had to continue to keep her thoughts clean as she renewed her efforts to lower her embarrassment levels. She didn't want to end up getting him damp with her arousal.

'Augh! Clean thoughts Amanda!' she reprimanded her self. 'Don't think about him touching you, don't think about it girl. He's just a gorgeous modern day hero, no need to get too worked up.'

She realised Harry must be really lonely when he's here in the Non-Magical World away from his friends and those he cares about. This lonely boy is only her age, had done battle with a giant snake, the Dark Lord, and even a Dragon, and yet the wizards all abandoned him to solitude come summer. She felt so sorry for such a brave warrior. Too suffer such disrespect; as soon as her father finds out, the Dursley's will loose her fathers business.

"Harry?" Amanda suddenly braved as she shifted her face from his neck to look into those whirlwind, pool like emerald green eyes full of caring kind emotions with a slight sadness and anger hiding away in there deepest depth, suppressed by his incredible, indestructible will.

"Yeah?" he whispers back, his eyes locked with hers as he lets a smile light his face.

"Is what my brothers say true? Did you really out fly a dragon?" she asked holding him a little tighter, not wanting to bring up the Dark Wizards and completely ruin the mood.

"I thought you were going to ask about Voldemort or something," he replied chuckling, staring into her pail hazel eyes and nodded slightly. Amanda felt her own surprise, that name was stupid sounding, and Harry had obviously had nobody telling him to fear the name or hexing him and if they have, he probably just ignored them or the hex didn't take.

"I've always felt more comfortable in the sky," he added in a whisper. His voice soothing yet held some sleepiness from the comfort and warmth of their embrace.

"I wish I could fly, but we can't, only Witches and Wizards can." She replied with a small breathy sigh. "We can only do that sort of thing with machines. I bet its so much better on a broom."

Harry just gave a tiny shrug with a puzzled look on his face. "I don't know. I've never been on a plane before."

She smiled in return. "Well it's not that great. Sure it was fun and exciting the first time I rode one, but after that it kind of seems routine and boring."

He chuckled making her laugh a little. "Answer this truthfully," he suddenly said as an old thought slid to the forefront of his mind. "I've been wondering for a while but I never had anyone I liked enough to ask?" Harry said sadly just louder than a whisper, as he had been thinking about Wizards predigest lately.

"Okay," she answered readily with a reassuring smile.

He smiled back, reassured by her presence. "Do you find the term Muggle offensive?" he asked reasonably as he had never liked the word him self. It sounded stupid.

Amanda couldn't believe he had asked that question. It came as both a surprise and elation that at least 'he' would ask her feelings on it. She would get really annoyed at her brothers for calling her that, and has often given them a slap for it. She wouldn't mind so much if it was a cool word they use to refer to non-magical people, but it's far from cool, it sounded like an insult.

"Yes I do. But you haven't called me it at all though," she confessed quietly with a beautiful smile.

"Then I wont ever use it again," he told her honestly as she leans in and captures his lips in a loving kiss. She then slowly peals her lips away from his, the kindest boy she had ever met. She looked into those caring deep emerald eyes once again; she could get lost in his eyes for an eternity or lose her self in his kisses. "What time does the whale's party end?" he suddenly asked, saddened that they may have to part soon. He so badly wanted to stay with her for as long as possible even though they've been here together for hours already. He just wanted to capture her lips once again, and then again, getting lost in her taste.

"One in the morning apparently. The adults are going out at eight to some club or something," she sighed sadly, knowing that won't end well for them. Though on the bright side she might get to see all of the idiots getting turned into toads.

"Then I best get all my things and leave the house," he replied sadly, startling her "I cant risk using magic to defend myself, our Ministers a selfish bastard, who would lie and use it as an excuse to arrest me, calling me a racist, so I don't keep telling our people of Voldemort's return."

"Why don't you come round mine? I don't particularly want to stay here either," she suggested hopefully, a grin stalled on her face.

"Okay."

They both grinned widely at that one simple word.

0oo00oo0

Amanda carefully slid off of Harry, making sure to push her chest a little more than necessary into his chest and smiling as he blushed, so he can get up. He crossed to his trunk, quickly adjusting his trousers before Amanda noticed anything, and packed everything he owns quickly, while Amanda went and asked her dad for a ride. A few minuets later, her father came in the room with Amanda smiling in amusement.

Harry was surprised. He would have certainly seen the similarities between Mr. Creevy and his son, Colin as they shared the same mousy hair colour, though the father is taller and has a lot more girth in his shoulders. Though his eyes are the same colour as Amanda's, though to be honest Colin and Denis could have the same colour eyes for all he knows having not taken any interest in them before.

"I don't blame the two of you for wanting out. You should be Okay at ours. My mothers there with the boys," Mr. Creevey said to Harry smirking a little, probably realising that Harry was not fond of camera's from the pictures Colin had taken in the open where he tried to hide. He chuckled as he picked up Hedwig's cage, the snow-white owl sleeping peacefully.

Unfortunately, as they were about to leave to Harry's utter horror and disdain his Uncle Vernon entered the room, looking menacing, but unnervingly calm.

"What's going on here?" Uncle Vernon asked the three with quite uncharacteristically calm.

"I'm going away for the night," replied Harry putting on a pleasant façade as he slipped his wand from under his pillow and into his pocket, and made a blatant show of it. Mr. Creevy, and Amanda made no notion of this being odd, but Vernon flinched as if physically punched in the guts.

However, the walrus of a man quickly regained his senses as the wand is now out of sight, and by his books, out of sight, out of mind. "You aren't going anywhere with no normal girl, freak," he answered in a deadly whisper.

"Keep that up Uncle and you're going to end up offending someone who you don't want too," stated Harry with a knowing smirk.

"Oh yeah boy, and who's that?" he spat out dangerously.

"That would be me. The proud father of two wizards!" Mr. Creevey told him angrily.

Uncle Vernon looked shocked beyond compare and just stood there frozen to the spot as Harry and Amanda dragged his trunk out of the bedroom door and across the landing, down the stairs to the front door. Harry opened it and both him and Amanda were snickering, and trying their hardest not to full-out laugh at all the people staring at their backs watching them leave. They reached a night blue Mercedes half-on half-off the curb of the footpath, outside the Dursley's house. The sun was still shinning so Harry thought it must be about 6:00 pm. So he had lots of time this night to spend with Amanda, which is brilliant news in his book.

Harry looked back and saw Mr. Creevey smiling followed by a dark haired woman who must be Mrs. Creevey with an amused grin on her face. She was carrying Hedwig in her arms as the pair reached the car.

Mr. Creevey opened the car boot and helped Harry lift his trunk inside, then Mr. and Mrs. Creevey got in the front seats, Mr. Creevey the drivers side and Mrs. Creevey the passengers' side, holding Hedwig on her lap as the snowy owl slept without a clue or care in the world. Harry and Amanda jumped in the back, the doors all closed the two teenagers cuddled up as the car pulled away.

Harry noticed nervously, Mrs. Creevey looking behind at the two, though the kind, motherly smile on her lips put him somewhat at ease.

"They're horrible people aren't they?" Mrs Creevey suddenly asked, though the question sounded more rhetorical, and just like a statement of fact. "I can't believe that boy's parents allowed him to bring a snake. I think when you sent it back at him he may have wet himself," she laughed with her husband and daughter, but Harry just gave a few sheepish chuckles.

"Thank you," he suddenly spoke to Mr. and Mrs. Creevey with a sheepish smile.

"Not a problem. I couldn't believe how evil they were though," said Mr. Creevey with a sigh. "I've only met Vernon a few times, and although I could tell he wasn't very nice. I just thought that was a work thing. You know, don't be too soft to your employees," he shrugged with a frown.

"Are you actually the one? My son's favourite celebrity?" asked Mrs. Creevy suddenly with a girly giggle that made Amanda blush and roll her eyes. "And don't you roll your eyes at me Miss," she added with mock sternness as she saw her daughter who just rolled her eyes again.

Harry laughed with a smile before answering Mrs. Creevy. "Well I'm famous, and Colin's often snapping pictures of me" he sighs and found himself rolling his eyes and Amanda and her mum giggled. "How far away do you live anyway?" he asked to change the subject.

"Well it takes about twenty minutes, so we'll be there in another ten," said Mr. Creevey with a big smile that Harry could see in the rear view mirror, as they continued driving towards a brighter evening.

To Be Continued…

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