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Harry Potter and the Dragon Storm

Episode V

Diagon Alley

Harry was walking hand in hand with Amanda through Diagon Alley thinking back to the training that he had in his dream. He still wasn't quite sure if it was real or not, but he saw that Dumbledore could feel His energy. Even Amanda and Collin were able if the terrified look Colin expressed was any indication. Though they never mentioned it, he was sure they were just being polite and he is thankful.

Harry still likes Dumbledore to some extent. After all Dumbledore is partially responsible for the person, he is today. If only the old man wouldn't be so foolish and listen to other people rather than just believing he is always right. Even he should realise he is only human after all. And humans are prone to being wrong. He just wondered what had happened to the old fool in the past to give him such control issues.

Maybe Dumbledore's control issues came about as a result of so many people willingly doing anything he wants just because he defeated some Dark Lord sixty or so years back. Now the old man had gotten so used to it he has to be in control of everything. Harry just hopes the old man doesn't do something foolish for loosing control over him. He would hate having to hurt him.

Amanda was very curious about Diagon Ally as they walked towards the bank. She had never been to the Magical World before and the light in her eyes as she looked every which way made him grin at her child-like behaviour and wondered whether he had been like that during his first trip.

Harry needed to get some Galleons out and change some into Pounds, so he could go buy some new clothes in the Scientific World. So he didn't need to use his newly found talent at transfiguring without a magical focus everyday. Though that just gave points to his dreams being real rather than just his imagination.

They entered up the steps into the bank, the two Goblin guards surprised him by bowing low, and addressing the pair of them as a lord and lady and wishing them a good morning, which was beyond weird. When had Goblins ever freely shown anyone respect let alone two kids, a Wizard and a Non-Mage? He has no doubt they can tell Amanda is Non-Magical.

He mentioned the weirdness to Amanda and she just shrugged and said that they might just be having a good day and their mood proved it. Harry then shrugged. It didn't really matter anyway. stranger things have happened to him, and happen to him all the time.

It was inside that the weirdness truly began though. Once they stepped through the doors into the marble hall, all of the goblins just paused and looked up, staring at them for a short moment before going back to work. Their other customers just looked around, confused before continuing with their business.

Harry gave Amanda a look that said. 'Now don't tell me they're all having such a good day.' She just gave a helpless shrug as she knew even less about the odd little monsters than he does.

However, the oddities didn't stop there. Harry and Amanda were walking over to the nearest queue to await their turn when a Goblin just strolled up to them, of course remembering his proper respect with a bow, and offered them his services. Therefore, Harry decided that he might as well just go with the flow and asked for what he needed. The Goblin didn't even offer to take them to Harry's vault. He just asked how much in pounds and how much in Galleons he wanted and set off to get it.

Harry just shrugged having just found out he had never actually needed to go to his vault. Maybe the Goblins odd behaviour is because of this Dragon Phoenix thing. Maybe they know of it and they know it's him. He shook his head. Well at least he's not wearing that kimono here. He wouldn't just be getting Weird looks from the Goblins but the Wizards also. That's all he needs, the Magical Community thinking he's even more insane than the Daily Prophet Newspaper is making him out to be, as he is not in a location to get away with wearing something like that. Not that he really cares what these fools think of him anymore.

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Harry and Amanda had just exited the bank. Harry now has a bag full of Galleons and wallet full of Pound notes and they were walking down the marble steps, leading to the street. He was just thankful it is only the goblins acting weird as he heard some people in the bank complaining that he got special treatment. Some of them realising who he is from the pictures in the paper, and believing he's abusing his fame. The idiots actually think the Goblins give a crap about all of that Boy-Who-Lived stuff.

They had just reached the bottom of the steps when Harry saw the Weasley family approaching from down the street. Well minus Percy, Bill and Charlie, and plus Hermione. Mrs. Weasley had already spotted him so he had no hope of escape now and she is positively fuming with anger. He gulped but pulled up a huge grin as they neared.

'Go with the flow.'

"Harry James Potter!" the Weasley matriarch yelled as they all pulled up to a stop. Harry had to hold him self back from flinching at the volume. Unfortunately, Amanda, Hermione and the other Weasley's were not as composed as he.

"Uh huh?" asked Harry as if her motherly scold of a greeting is a perfectly friendly way to do so.

"Don't you, uh huh me young..." she retorted but trailed off as he was no longer paying her any attention.

"Hi Ginny," he chimed over Mrs. Weasley's beginning lines for a rant. He had to stop her short or they'll be here all day. "Thanks for the gift. And I promise I'll try not to play with anymore dragons," he told her with a smile while she blushed.

He approached the red haired beauty, and then without warning enveloped her in a tight and affectionate hug almost lifting her from the ground. He was pleased that she looked both very embarrassed and very pleased at the same time.

He turned to Ron and out the corner of his eye noticed a gob-smacked Mrs. Weasley and Fred and George trying not to snicker too loud at the fact Harry was ignoring her anger. They were most likely wondering whether he would get away with it and hoped so, so they could try it

"Hey Ron," he greeted his gob-smacked friend briefly before turning to Hermione. "Hey Hermy" and then he gave Hermione a hug too, which she seemed shocked about but pleased all the same as he just beamed a cheerful smile at her.

"Harry mate, heard you left your Muggles," said Fred in a mocking tone.

Harry just rolled his eyes. "Please if you're going to call them something, call them twats," he replied with an impish smirk. "I don't appreciate that word. Its offensive to Non-Magical people and those born of Non-Mage parents," he added with a shrug.

The Weasley's looked taken-aback by this, but Hermione smiled with a thoughtful expression before she nodded in agreement. She may not have thought much on the word before now, but decided Harry is right on further thought.

"Oh! So who's your friend Harry?" questioned George suddenly eyeing up Amanda with too much interest.

Harry glared at him and he took a step back upon realising he may have overstepped an invisible mark. "This is Amanda Creevey," he answered after a few moments as he moved to her side and took her right hand in his left and intertwined their fingers before bringing her closer as she returned his smile, though feeling a little nervous. Those that went to Hogwarts shared startled expressions knowing the name Creevey.

"Harry then she's a mu..." Ron trails off at the look of warning from Harry. Darn, if looks could freeze over fires that one most certainly could. Harry was actually a little surprised Ron figured that out, because Ron is normally a lot slower on the up-take.

"She's not magic!" finished Hermione also glaring at Ron causing him to gulp. He wondered what he did with a slightly dopey expression. She then introduced her self to the girl followed by Ginny. However, the other Weasley's seemed to find something wrong. Harry rolled his eyes in exasperation.

'Here goes,' he thought with an internal sigh.

"You know Harry; you're not supposed to be bringing mug..." started Mr. Weasley but paused part way to change his word at Harry's stern and icy stare. "Non-Magical people into Diagon Ally."

"So!" said Harry simply with a shrug. "The government isn't supposed to control the Daily Prophet but they do," he answered with a small chuckle. "Maybe we should just write our own Newspaper, and call it Voldy Watch," he laughed in amusement with the twins but was actual wondering whether they like him, were half-serious about the Idea.

"You know Harry starting our own Newspaper could be interesting?" said Hermione to his surprise. He wouldn't have expected her to show any rebellious side.

'Go Hermione, lets see those fangs,' he thought to him self in amusement.

"Yeah why not. Nothing against the law about it," agreed Arthur and it seemed for a moment that Mrs. Weasley had forgotten she was angry at Harry.

However, Harry could see she is barely restraining herself and is ready to burst any moment.

'Three… two… one…' he sang in thought. And right on, one she began.

"Harry I do hope you'll be going straight home after you've finished shopping. Where you'll be safe," said Mrs. Weasley scornfully, showing that she'll never forget anything.

'Darn, she must have some Elephant blood in her somewhere,' he thought with a sigh.

However, he put on a thoughtful frown for a moment before replying. "I don't have a home," he finally announced with a shrug.

"Of course you do with your aunt and uncle," she told him sternly with her hands on her hips looking extraordinarily angry.

"Nope as far as I'm aware I have no relatives. So I don't know what you're talking about," he answered darkly, and if she were anyone else, she would have dropped it when she saw the coldness and annoyance in his eyes.

"What's that suppose to mean?" she frowned uncertainly.

"It means exactly what you think it means," he told, and was mildly surprised when she just grabbed his arm and started dragging him back towards the leaky cauldron, though she wasn't doing very well. At least he let go of Amanda so she doesn't get dragged along with him.

"You're going back whether you like it or not," she told him with a withering glare.

However, he violently ripped his arm away staring daggers of rage at Mrs. Weasley. His eyes a roaring inferno of untapped anger as he let out a feral snarl that made everyone take an involuntary step away from him. He was just barely able to keep from smothering them in his projected magic as he had done to Dumbledore this morning.

"Get Albus Dumbledore to do his own dirty work," he spat out spitefully. "If I'm ever forced back there again against my will, which is very improbable that anyone could. The last words they will hear from me are, Avada Kedavra!" his eyes seemed to glow the colour of that very curse as he spoke the words before fading away. And at the last two words, everyone except Amanda gasped in horror. "Fucks like them should be kept well away from good people. And obviously you should to!" he said to Mrs. Weasley.

He then turned to Amanda, grabbed the confused girls hand a carefully pulled her along with him across the street and straight into the robe shop for his new school robes.

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Ginny Weasley couldn't believe it, Harry Potter. The boy she is madly in love with, had just openly declared that he was perfectly willing to murder his horrid Non-magical relatives. Though Ginny couldn't blame him. They did not treat him with respect at all. From what she has heard, they had kept him in a cupboard till he was eleven. He obviously wasn't going to return there and who could blame him. And now he definitely isn't going to come home with them to the Burrow, especially after what her mum just did.

She had no idea where her mother gets her crazy ideas sometimes, and had no clue why she took Dumbledore's words so seriously as if he's the only one in the world whom is unflappable. The old man hadn't even told her to do that. She had overheard them talking and all the old man had asked of her was that if she sees Harry that she try to convince him to return to the Dursley's house. Her mother could be so dense sometimes and take things way out of context.

She wondered whether her mother just heard what she wanted to hear rather than what is actually said. Her mother can be so overbearing and treat them all like they're idiots just because they're still young. She doesn't seem to think they can make their own decisions. And probably thinks that Harry exaggerates the Dursley's cruelty. She doesn't think anyone could be so horrid to members of their own family. Even she's not that naïve.

She then glared angrily at her mother. "Mum how could you?" She hissed viciously before storming off after Harry and Amanda. She entered the robe shop almost slamming the door behind her and not caring whether anyone had followed her or not. She has to find Harry and see that he's Ok.

She sighed as she looked about the shop but couldn't see them. However, she heard a girl giggling so wound her way through the store to the back where she stopped short a large blush streaking her checks. Amanda and Harry were near the changing rooms, the former laughing at the latter's attempt to remove a black tee shirt he had been trying on from his body. However, it appeared to be a little too small and he was shrugging to get it off. He had managed to get it up to his neck and his arms out giving both Ginny and Amanda a very nice view of his strong chest.

Ginny found her self temporarily mesmerised and embarrassed by the sight and it, and felt like she had swallowed a gallon of chewing gum that had dried out her throat. She watched as he cussed and Amanda went to his aid, which is when Ginny wondered about their relationship.

Are Amanda and Harry dating? It worried her some as she wants him. Not that she would ever try to stand in their way or anything. Amanda seems like a nice girl and good for Harry. Though she would have never guessed that Harry would have dated a Creevey even if she had known Colin has a sister. It seemed a little odd and confusing.

Sure, she felt jealous of the older girl, but Harry deserves to be happy more than most, and she will stand by his side no matter what. Getting a good look at Amanda, Ginny realised why Harry likes her so much. She has a gorgeous body and larger bust than her. Her legs are long and shapely and she actually has a tan. Ginny found herself jealous of that. Her skin is too fair to tan; she just burns.

'Damn the curse of a redhead,' she thought in annoyance as she glanced at her pale hand. 'Why couldn't I have black hair, brown or even auburn,' she sighed planning on blaming her parents for both having red hair.

She smiled; her blush still firmly in place as Amanda had finally helped Harry remove the offending shirt. She found her heart seemed likely to explode out of her chest at any moment as her eyes roamed his body, and she found her teenage hormones allowing her mind to wonder down impure avenues. She wished she wore something a little more revealing than some blue skinny jeans and a tee shirt.

He suddenly looked up at her and grinned widely. Though for some reason it held a smug edge to it. She hoped he couldn't read her mind; she would never be able to look him in the face again. "Hey there, Ginny!" he greeted her with a wave of his hand before grabbing his sleeveless black tee shirt and slipping it back on.

His eyes seemed to shine as he returned his focus to her. It was then she noticed that he was not wearing his glasses today and wondered why. "Uh… hey…" she smiled nervously. "Um… where are your glasses?" she asked him in curiosity, but also because right now couldn't think of much else to say. This is the first time she's had the courage to actually talk to him properly.

He frowned in thought for a moment before he just shrugged with a crocked smile. "I don't seem to need them anymore. I just woke up this morning and my eye sight was perfect, and has been ever since," he answered giving her a half-truth.

She nodded in thought before shrugging with a smile. "Well magic can sometimes be mysterious," she admitted happy for him. Plus now he no longer wears glasses she can see his beautiful emerald eyes better. Maybe someday she'll be able to stare lovingly into them without freaking him out.

'You have no idea,' he thought knowingly nodding. "It sure can. Especially when it comes to me," they laughed. "Well anyway where's your mum?" he asked looking around as if expecting her to jump out at any moment, and normally he would be right, but not today it seems. "I would have thought she would have charged in here after me."

Ginny frowned, as she looked around her self. She hadn't given it a thought. But now she had. It is odd her mother had not come in, probably to continue bothering Harry with her demands. Her mother can be so overbearing most times and she wondered how she and her family coped. Her mother has this annoying habit of babying everyone around her as if they are incapable of making decisions, or looking after them selves. Especially Ginny and her brothers. Heck, even her eldest brothers Bill and Charlie who are both in their twenties have to put up with it. It's no wonder they chose to work in other countries. She figured she'll have to find work outside of Britten too when she finishes school.

She finally shrugged as she saw Harry and Amanda staring at her and realised she had yet to reply. "I don't know. Normally she would have stormed in. I suppose you might have embarrassed her," she chuckled and her lips formed a smirk. "Though that won't last too long. Hopefully she stops pestering you though."

Harry nodded in agreement. "Well anyway, care to help Amanda pick out some stuff for me, while I go and get my uniform? I'm useless at this kind of thing," he asked her with a smile.

"Err, sure," she agreed, pleased he asked.

"Well come on then," piped in Amanda with a smirk as she left Harry's side and took Ginny's hand leading her away. "We'll have to find him some larger sizes than the one he just tried. Sure it was hot to see his muscles through the shirt but it would be better being able to get it off once it's on."

Ginny just nodded and gulped as naughty pictures of the two of them undressing Harry teased passed her vision against her will, and she got a dreamy look in her eyes that Amanda did not miss.

"So I'm not the only one that thinks Harry's super hot, then?" teased Amanda suddenly with a smirk on her lips.

"W-well, err," the redhead stuttered embarrassedly with a bright blush across her pale cheeks. She nervously looked around, and spotted Harry at the other side of the shop getting his measurements before looking back at the brown-haired girl. "Well he is really cute. And nice. And he saved my life once," she agreed timidly as she lowered her focus to her shoes.

Amanda giggled and reached out; gently touching the younger girls chin trying not to shiver at the contact. She carefully lifted her face to look at her. Ginny flushed a little brighter as she looked at Amanda smiling at her. "Don't worry, Ginny. I don't think Harry and I would work out too well anyway. What with him being who he is. And I don't want to make any trouble for him. So you can still have a shot at him if you want."

Ginny smiled timidly in reply. "Thanks," she answered in a soft whisper.

"No problem," she replied with a smirk. "Anyway, lets get him some clothes before he gets back and in the way," she added with a laugh and Ginny giggled thankful of her new friend.

Amanda and Ginny soon got to work talking and giggling quietly as to make sure Harry didn't overhear them talking about him. Ginny was shocked though when Amanda openly, though embarrassedly admitted that she had done a few naughty things with Harry that morning. Ginny felt a little jealous of her friend having gotten into such a 'good' yet 'compromising' and 'embarrassing' situation with Harry, and wished it had been her. However, that didn't mean she doesn't like Amanda anymore. It just means they had to somehow get Harry into a similar situation with Ginny.

Amanda knows without a doubt that Harry fancies Ginny. Well what red-blooded heterosexual male or lesbian wouldn't? Ginny has slender legs that she has no doubt are smooth and silky under her jeans. And a slender body with a small waistline, and a great butt. As well, a nice sized bust that still has a few years to grow further. In fact, Amanda found her self mentally slapping her self as she realised she had been checking Ginny out her self.

Shaking naughty thoughts of Ginny out of her mind, Amanda continued with her previous train of thought. She had seen the way Harry had been looking at the red-haired beauty and couldn't approve more. Especially when she had told her that, she had stormed of after them because of the meanness of her mother towards Harry and the way she always seems to put two and two together and gets zero.

Yes, she noted Harry certainly has a liking for Ginny, and they will make a cute couple. She just has to get Harry to ask the younger girl out on a date and take her somewhere nice. And then the skies the limit. Or maybe not as they could always hop on a broom and fly away into the sunset. She almost giggled at the thought as she pictured them. Ginny wearing a beautiful flowing silvery silk dress and Harry wearing a modern-day military armour only in black and not green.

Ginny and her knight in not so shiny armour. Well he had saved her life once. Ginny had told her a little about it, and it just made the scenario fit even more. Harry would even have the sword strapped to his hip and a giant snake fang tied perfectly around his neck to symbolise his great feat.

Soon however, before Amanda could get even more into her imagination where Harry and Ginny found a nice secluded spot in the world and started doing 'things', Harry had finished with his uniform and re-joined the girls. Then after purchasing his new clothes and uniform, the three of them headed out of the clothing store to re-locate the rest of the Weasley's and Hermione.

That actually brought something to Harry's attention as they entered the potion supply store. Harry would have thought that Hermione would have followed them into the clothing shop too. But that never happened, and he wondered what happened to his normally bossy and nosy friend. He thought she might have had something to say about his leaving the Dursley's, but she hadn't said anything about it. Maybe she decided it should be his choice and no one else's. He thought he should probably write that down in a diary. 'Hermione Granger butted out, July thirty first. Hooray!'

He had a laugh with the girls as he suggested his thoughts to them as they collected potion supplies before they led him out. The Weasley's and Hermione were proving to be surprisingly evasive after half an hour they still hadn't discovered their whereabouts. Harry and the girls wondered how any group containing Fred and George Weasley could stay hidden for so long.

However, just as they were getting frustrated over the apparent disappearing act, which wouldn't have been that far-fetched in the Wizarding World. They entered the bookshop and finally discovered their pray. The Weasley's and Hermione were browsing the bookshelves searching out that years school reading material as they entered, relieved to have finally found them. Though Harry hoped, Mrs. Weasley decided to give her ranting a rest, as he does not intend to ever see the Dursley's again unless it's for either sinister reasons or they're just passing in the street. And even if it's the later, he'll avoid them and cross the road.

They quickly, though on Harry's part nervously reacquainted them selves with the Weasley's and Hermione. It was a little awkward with the way Mrs. Weasley seemed to have 'suffered' a sudden bout of 'amnesia' and forgotten that days previous event between her self and Harry. He was more thankful for that than if she were to have tried to apologise or smooth things over, even though that is very improbable. She has too much pride for that. This way he can just pretend the whole incident never happened.

It was when Harry, Ginny and Amanda were browsing the bookshelves for the two Magician's schoolbooks that they couldn't help but notice two overly pompous and smug faced blondes. One a boy of Harry's age with his hair short and slicked back with enough products to supply a whole town for a week. The other a man in his forties with his hair long and flowing down to his shoulders. They both had angled faces, slim-skinny bodies and cold grey eyes with sneers on their lips. Their clothes reeked of wealth, and the man was carrying a black cane with silver tip in his hands, probably concealing his wand for quick drew.

The reason Harry and the girls noticed them is because the pair were striding purposefully in their direction with looks of distaste on their features, and people quickly scurrying out of their way. Harry discreetly removed his wand from where it had been hidden in his belt on his back, by his tee shirt, and kept it behind him out of sight. He barely took notice of Ginny retrieving her wand from a pocket and moving it out of sight when he moved a little further in front of his companions.

"Ami!" he hissed quickly as he briefly looked back and to his right at her. "Don't let them know you're not magic!" he quickly told her as he saw her full attention on him. She gave a quick frightened and confused nod as he turned back realising these people are some of those racists her brothers have spoken about before.

The man and his son finally stopped before them with smug, superior, hateful, and cold sneers offered for all three of them. Harry curiously wondered how one sneer could ever hold such disdain and loathing as to convey so much at once. Do they practice or something? Maybe it's a bloodline ability like parseltongue?

"Potter!" the elder blonde spat out as if Harry's very name is the foulest of all cuss words humankind had ever created. Harry just let a small dark smirk line his lips. This could be fun. Time to start the battle.

To Be Continued…