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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.

Harry Potter and the Dragon Storm

Episode III

Alone No More

Mr. and Mrs. Creevey were the nicest non-mage he had ever met, except for Amanda. They told Harry that they were no longer going to do business with the Dursley's, and they couldn't believe how selfish the Dursley's are. Mr. Creevey said that he knew they weren't very liked, and said he always got the impression Vernon Dursley's staff hated him, but thought little of it as bosses weren't supposed to be the most liked person at the office.

They were very shocked though when they saw how he was treated, and said that Harry can stay with them for the rest of the summer, which Harry accepted their invite very quickly, guiltily thinking that when Professor Dumbledore found out that he was no longer at the Dursley's he might be very angry with him. But Harry quickly shrugged that off, as he isn't very happy with Dumbledore anyway for all the crap he has to put up with. In the non-mage world and magical. He's supposed to be safe at school, right. Well there has not been one year at Hogwarts when he's truly been safe.

If Dumbledore came by to try to make him go back, he is going to tell Dumbledore that if he's that bothered that he should go and live with the Dursley's instead. Harry bet that the old man wouldn't last more than an hour living in that house the same way he has before he contemplates hexing them. In fact, harry realised he must have the patience of a saint to not have murdered them all in their sleep yet.

The trip to the Creevey's was very enjoyable, snuggled up with Amanda. She is very cuddly and Harry had the sneaking suspicion that Mr. and Mrs. Creevey would love nothing more than for Harry and their daughter to become very close if their smiled glances in their direction are any indication.

Amanda kept teasing him a bit about the fact that her brothers will be ecstatic to see their new houseguest, and Harry internally groaned at the prospect and prayed that they at least have the decency to leave their cameras in their rooms.

They were driving down a road now with some nice fair sized houses when the car pulled up into a nice paved driveway of a big house on the far side of the street, parked up and the engine cut out.

Harry and Amanda got out of the car followed by Mr. and Mrs. Creevey. Mrs. Creevey was still holding Hedwig Harry's owl and Harry with Amanda's help heaved his trunk out of the boot. Then he saw the front door open and an elderly woman, in a flowery dress with grey hair tied in a bun came out of the house frowning curiously at Mr. and Mrs Creevey.

"You're back early?" she said sternly, wondering what could have happened and hoping nobody had been hurt, though her worry became more curious as she spotted Harry with her granddaughter. Harry just gave her a nervous smile, though she returned the smile in a way he guessed only a grandparent could, and it reassured him some. He wondered whether that kind of smile is inherent in all old people as Dumbledore could do it too.

"Yep we also have a new house guest," agreed Mr. Creevey with a grin pointing to Harry as he and Amanda continued to drag his heavy trunk towards them, and to the front door. She just smiled and nodded in greeting as they all entered a large creamy coloured hall with a staircase where they left Harry's trunk, and Amanda taking Harry's hand pulled him through a doorway off the hall and they entered into the large living room.

The elder Mrs. Creevey just shook her head and looked to her son and daughter-in-law for an explanation. Not that she minded the extra guest but now she is curious. So her son and daughter-in-law began the tedious task of explaining while they're still in the hall out of earshot of the kids.

"Harry," came Colin Creevey's voice as he and Amanda entered the lounge. Harry was happy to see he didn't have his camera with him, and were playing a video game on the large flat-panel TV on the wall. Colin and Denis put their fighting game on pause as they got up excitedly to greet their visitor, but stopped short. Their cheeks started glowing red from embarrassment as their eyes trailed to Harry's and Amanda's linked fingers as they were holding hands.

"Hullo Colin, Dennis" he greeted in return with a smirk. They were shocked as if someone had electrocuted them, but soon just looked very, very happy almost euphoric. When they were told that Harry was going to be spending the rest of the holidays with them. They looked as if they could die happy now they've had someone as famous as him stay with them. They soon along with Amanda showed Harry to the spare guest room, which is huge in comparison to the room he had at the Dursley's, at least four times the size of the room he had at the Dursley's in fact, and it even had a TV and a double bed, a very nice and luxurious room.

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Amanda was getting a little annoyed… no scratch that, a lot annoyed with her younger brothers who she wanted to leave Harry and her alone so they could spend some time together just the two of them. Harry kept looking at her as though he to was hoping that they would leave them alone too. But she already knew quite a lot about Harry and knew he didn't want to upset them so kept quiet for now at least.

"So Harry how'd you meet our Muggle sister," asked Colin suddenly as his kung fu character on the video game continued to trounce Harry's with ease. It was getting annoying. He has faced a giant snake and won. He had faced off against the most powerful Dark Wizard in a century four times in his meagre fifteen years of life and come out on top. He had even faced down the most vicious dragon on the planet and walked away with only a gash on his shoulder as proof, and yet he couldn't get Sub Zero, his Mortal Combat character to defeat Scorpion, Colin's character.

It was frustrating to say the least. At least he had finally figured out how to fire his ice beam power thing and even managed to figure out how to create an ice statue to capture and freeze his opponent for some free shots, but the git still won. It didn't help that Amanda kept laughing at him because of the annoyed look on his face was amusing. They had been playing this game for the passed hour on their Xbox 360, and he had not even come close to winning. He had even lost to Amanda. He had thought that she wouldn't be into video games, but she had even beat Colin and Denis, something he had cheered at though, and they had sulked too, which made him feel better.

Harry had been using the Sub Zero character since the beginning in the hopes that if he could at the very least get the hang of this one character he might actually get the hang of the game enough to win, since this is the first time he had ever played a video game in his life. He was wrong. Sure, he had gotten pretty good, and fast, but they had been playing a lot longer than him so have more practice time with their favourite characters in the game. Plus they have more experience with computers than him. Why couldn't the Magical World have things like this?

It would be awesome to play a quidditch game, or other wizarding based games even. Like a Tri-Wizard Tournament game. He would have enjoyed the tournament a lot more if he never actually had to do the tasks in person.

"Non-mage," he corrected after a few moments of fuming over his latest defeat. Give him a wand and he'll defeat them for real. They turned to him and frowned in confusion and curiosity not knowing what he meant so he continued, and elaborated. "Calling her a Muggle is just as bad as if a Pureblood were to call us Mudblood's all the time."

They both looked stunned by his words as they stared at him in thought.

"Why would someone call you Mudblood?" asked Denis suddenly startling Harry because he would have expected a completely different question if any. "You're Half-blood?"

"Because technically I am a Mudblood," he admitted with an amused smirk and a shrug. The two boys gasped as he thought for a moment, and Amanda just shook her head at her brothers' stupidity. "My mother was a magical child born from non-magical parents meaning I have the same blood from a Non-Mage bloodline too, therefore giving me 'dirty blood'," he made air quotes here and laughed. "Only Pureblood's can theoretically not be called 'mudblood', but even they must have some 'taint' somewhere," he shrugged. "I kind of like the word actually… it's kind of amusing. I don't see what's so offensive about it anyway.

"It's kind of funny actually how people get so offended by it and cry. I know loads more offensive things I can call people than mudblood. The first time I heard it, I was completely bewildered. Malfoy had called Hermione it in our second year, and she started crying. Hagrid and Ron both told me what it means, and they both looked appalled, but I'm still confused as to why Hermione cared so much. Anyway if all the Half blood's and Non-Magic born Mages just started calling themselves it. Then what harm will it cause? If anything it would really piss off filthy purest scum like Malfoy." Harry laughed. "Or we could start calling them inbred dunces and see how they like it."

The boys eyes widened in shock as he just patted them sadly on the head wearing and amused smirk.

"Well even if they don't understand Harry, at least I do," said Amanda with a mocking smirk aimed at her brothers. They just glared at her but still looked confused, and she giggled.

"I guess Wizard society closes people's minds… I have noticed," sighed Harry with a sad and pitiful shake of his head.

"What do you mean by that Harry?" asked Colin with his curiosity piqued once again.

"Why is it that the castle and homes in the Wizarding World are still lit by fire?" he asked them cheekily, his smirk firmly plastered to his lips.

"Dunno, maybe they like it or something?" suggested Colin reasonably, though doubted it. "Anyway I heard magic interferes with electronics."

"No it's because the Ministry outlawed them from using technology. However, magic does interfere with electronics. Magic can also shield them, and even power them," he informed them smugly, and Colin and Dennis both seemed to understand a bit more as the knowledge seemed to sink in. "They seem to enjoy living their outdated lives free from progress and evolution. I've never been to a muggle studies class before but I bet it's seriously out of date, and the teacher is probably just as bad as most of the students. Well anyway, enough about that rubbish… its time to kick your butts at this bloody game!"

The three of them smirked at him in doubt. "That ain't likely," replied Amanda as she snatched a wireless controller out of Colin's hand and began selecting her character preparing to defeat Harry once again. "You maybe able to kick butt in the real world, but in the virtual world, I'm a goddess," she added with an imitation evil cackle.

Harry rolled his eyes and smirked as he chose Sub Zero once again wondering whether he should perhaps choose a different character next time even though he probably won't. He only chose this character the first time because he looked cool and seemed to have the most awesome powers; he wished he could be an awesome ninja with super cool ice powers to kick his enemies' asses.

"Maybe, but in the real world you're my devil," he said as he gave her a suggestive wink.

Amanda blushed lightly while her brothers looked away uncomfortably, most likely too scared and intimidated by Harry to even attempt some brotherly teasing. "Flattery won't get you victory, Harry," she chimed sing-song, mockingly. He groaned as the fight began and her character started laying waste to his.

Poor Sub Zero.

0oo00oo0

Harry Potter was lying on his back in some long green grass with a confused expression. He looked to his left and saw a huge crystal clear lake, visible through the grass. He looked up and witnessed the brilliant blue sky with barely a wisp of cloud, a frown gracing his face in wonder.

He sat up curious as to where he was, and what was going on. He looked to his right and saw he was on top of some cliffs that led down to a vast, wide, beautiful, and seemingly, endless Blue Ocean as far as the eye could see. For some reason he wasn't wearing his glasses, but he could still see perfectly. In fact he could see better than he even knew possible for a human. He could see every shade in the world around him including colours he had never been aware of before now.

He could hear every rustle of grass, every individual splash and drop in the ocean and lake, and even every swell of the air around him. He could even smell it all… taste it all on his tongue, and feel every blade of grass between his fingers with perfection, and was sure if he wanted to he could tell someone the exact number of grass blades between his fingers without even looking.

In the distance, inland passed the lake stood endlessly beautiful snow capped mountains in a semi-circle surrounding him so if he wanted to leave he would have to cross them or the ocean, neither an appealing prospect. He held a look of awe and wonderment as he pulled him self to his feet and brushed him self off.

He startled as he realised he had overlooked his change of clothes. He now wore what felt like pure silk in a light airy blue colour with silvery vines patterned up the front on both sides. It was some kind of formal kimono with a darker blue sash around his waist, and he was barefoot as it hung to his feet, and he is quite sure he had on nothing under it. He had a quick look behind him and was thankful it had no giant ribbon tied behind him, but two long strands of silk belt perfectly tired in loose noose-like loops.

He frowned in confusion, it wasn't like he did not like his new… well his only kimono. He supposed it is very nice, but it really wasn't the sort of thing he would wear, not that he has a special style or anything like one. But he supposed if he's willingly worn robes without a fuss he'll wear anything, and his kimono is frighteningly comfortable and much more stylish he supposed. And the wide sleeves covering his hands slightly allowed the gentle breeze to lovingly caress his arms felt nice.

He just stood for a moment his gaze unmoving from the ocean as he tried to figure out where he is and how he got here, and who changed his clothes. The last thing he remembered before waking up here was kissing Amanda goodnight before entering his new room alone, climbing into bed and closing his eyes. Sometime after that, he must have fallen asleep.

He is quite certain neither Death Eaters nor Voldemort would have captured him because they want him dead, didn't they? And even if they did, and dumped him on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere they wouldn't have been able to keep them selves from gloating by now. Maybe in a letter or note, but there is nothing like that around, and he is certain they wouldn't have changed his wardrobe like this.

Harry was even considering Dumbledore as a possible suspect. Maybe the old man had finally lost what remained of his mind when Harry had left the Dursley's and he dumped Harry on this island for his own protection since it's not escapable. Or at least nowhere near as easy to flee from as the Dursley's was. However, Harry shook off that idea as stupid as he looked around him self and found no supplies. Dumbledore's not stupid. He wouldn't leave Harry here for his own protection without supplies knowing Harry wouldn't have the skills to fend for him self.

Maybe he is just dreaming of a paradise all of his own away from all of his worries and problems? But if it is a dream then why does it feel so real? And why does he have full control of him self? That had never happened before in any dreams he had had before. In fact, Harry couldn't remember ever having a dream this peaceful before. His dreams were normally dark, creepy, and made him wake in a cold sweat, especially as of late. So how could this be a dream of his?

"Happy Birthday, Harry Potter," two unfamiliar voices suddenly called from behind him, making him jump in surprise.

He span around, fast, and almost tripped over the hem of his kimono in his panic. His eyes widened as they lay on two strange men. One in black and navy armour that reminded Harry of a dragon with horns and spikes. He had dark and long cherry black hair and red dragonish slanted eyes. The other had smooth gold and crimson armour that reminded Harry of a Phoenix with feathery silk trails hanging from his waist down to the ankle of his boots. He had golden yellow eyes that seemed more human, and he had golden white hair that was almost glowing in the sunlight.

Both men were large and muscular. The one in gold standing at about six foot tall, and the one in black just over that. The two of them separately could be very intimidating, but together they gave off a vibe of indestructible power. He could actually feel their strength, and it felt as if they could crush stones in their bare hands. He could even smell and hear their power dancing lightly in the air giving warning to any enemy nearby to just leave or die.

"W-who are you?" Harry suddenly spoke, calmer than he would have expected. For some reason Harry felt that these two men were no threat to him. It was an odd feeling the sudden trust he had for these two strangers. "Why am I here? And what do you want?"

The man in Black smirked, his eyes shining with unhidden mock while the man in gold let a huge excited grin stretch across his face giving off the impression of childishness. Harry almost felt like groaning as he felt like something seriously messed up was about to happen in his life, but that was the story of his existence wasn't it. 'Go with the flow' should be his new motto. It would make life less complicated, right.

"We are the knights… of the Dragon," the man in black suddenly spoke in a deep and deadly voice gesturing to him self. Harry was quite awed with his continued calm as the mans voice held a large blade of malice and rage to it, though his expression looked anything but deadly, more mischievous than anything.

"And the Phoenix," the other finished in a lighter and friendlier tone pointing to himself with his grin still firmly in place. His voice gave an aura of gentleness, though it also held a soft edge of danger that surprisingly rivalled the other mans.

'This is obviously a Yin and Yang thing, Light and Dark,' he thought to him self in wonder. 'Maybe they're brothers born as opposites,' he added before shaking off his philosophy crap before he gives him self a headache thinking about it.

"We have come to train you young warrior. In your dreams," the one in black finally informed him. However, Harry frowned, he had thought of that but dismissed it, but if he was to gain some sort of advantage over Voldemort it fit somehow. Maybe its fate.

"You mean I'm sleeping?" he had to ask just encase he misinterpreted, and they both nodded their heads in agreement. "But this place looks so... real?"

"In a way it is. Then in others, it's just in your head. But I assure you we are real," the man in gold replied with a shrug as he carefully rolled on the balls of his feet trying to keep his growing excitement in.

"I don't quite understand," he replied with a confused frown, ignoring the gold guy's oddity. "Why? And why are you here?"

"Every night when you go to sleep you will spend what will feel and be a month here learning, and gaining power, skill and strength from us. And the best part, although you will feel tired you can not sleep here so when resting you can still study academically," the one in black stated as if this should have been the most logical conclusion. Harry groaned at the last statement though, and was surprised that Phoenix did too, and the pair received an annoyed glare that shut them up from complaining.

"But this is just a dream?" Harry informed them instead unable to fully understand what they mean; it all seemed so surreal. "How could that be possible? I won't get any stronger sleeping."

"Yes you will. Your body wont age any differently from the real world," the one in gold told him in amusement. "But your strength, muscles, your magic, your skill, your power… and your mind, can, and will."

"O-kay," he answered slowly with a nod. He thought he might as well just accept it as magic can be really messed up sometimes… well more messed up than usual anyway. "So, what's the deal with this kimono?" he asked looking down at his new clothes. "And when do we begin this training stuff?"

They both laughed at him for a moment before the Dragon Knight spoke. "Our last chosen was a girl, whom lived in Japan, that outfit is similar to the one she used to love so much. And as for when we begin… now is as good a time as any."

Harry just nodded in bemusement before picking up on something. "Chosen?" he asked before anything happened.

They just smirked smugly at him, making him feel unease for the first time. "You are the new Dragon Phoenix!" said Phoenix proudly. He said it with such finality that Harry knew without a doubt that there is no getting out of this. So he just sighed and nodded his acceptance of whatever this means for him. Well he guessed it might be fun, and he could finally gain the power to destroy Voldemort, which would be a bonus in anybodies book.

To Be Continued…

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