Harry Potter and the Dragon Storm

Episode X

Idiots

Albus Dumbledore, Ginny Weasley, and Harry Potter had entered a small room at the American Ministry of Magic, which had a door at the other end as well as a window at the side. The room they had entered was fairly dark but through the window, they saw a very nice brightly lit room with a polished red wooden desk with a black leather office chair. The floor was carpeted unlike the stone floor Harry, Ginny and Dumbledore were standing. It had a red and yellow chequered pattern, and in front of the desk were two wooden chairs that didn't look very comfortable.

The door opened at the other end to the one the three entered through, and they turned around to see both Chris and Angela Thompson come in, both with amused smirks on their faces'.

"It's good to see you Harry," Chris greeted, approaching Harry and shaking his hand.

"Good to see the both of you, too," Harry replied amusedly shaking Angela's hand. "This old guy is Headmaster Albus Dumbledore," he continued amused at how Dumbledore found the insult to his age amusing. Though he rolled his eyes at how pleased the siblings seemed at getting introduced to the famous old warlock.

Dumbledore shook both of their hands graciously with a smile and that annoying eye-twinkle charm. Harry figured that old habits die-hard. But then it is amusing to use to frustrate people.

"I hope this don't take too long Gin." Harry said to her and she just looked at him with those bubbly chocolate brown eyes, Harry liked so much, so he continued. "Your mums gonna kill me as it is. I don't want to be tortured first." She giggled but Harry noticed that she looked a bit worried about it herself, and they looked away back in to the office as the door inside opened.

In came Shanna Morgan U.S minister for magic, wearing a navy blue plain lady's suit with a long blue skirt. Following behind her was Cornelius Fudge the British minister for magic, wearing his usual pin striped suit with wizard's robes to match, and carrying his lime green bowler hat in his hand.

And following Fudge was a woman; Harry had never seen or met before, and was glad for that fact. Everyone visibly cringed as the short pudgy woman entered Shanna's office. She reminded Harry of a particularly disgusting slimy toad. She wore a sickeningly pink cardigan and had a disgusting pink bow in her dark rusty brown hair. This woman appeared to be holding herself in away that would make her seem more important, but Harry doubted very much that she was. Harry thought that she was actually an insult to everyone's vision.

Harry turned to Dumbledore still holding Ginny tight who now had her arms around his waist in return.

"Who's the Toad?" he asked the old man, and Dumbledore, Ginny and the two Aurors stifled giggles and Dumbledore answered with that sparkle in his eye.

"Her name is Dolores Umbridge. She's a very hateful racist - I wonder what she's doing here?" he added with a hint of concern in his voice, as they all turned back to the office to see Shanna sitting at her desk in her comfortable chair. Fudge and Umbridge sitting opposite - Harry had a sneaking suspicion that there were normally probably nice comfortable chairs, which visitors normally sat in. But Minister Shanna might have found it amusing to replace them for the purpose of this visit.

"Well Cornelius?" Shanna started flatly. "What can I do for you?" she asked rather rudely.

He gave her a false smile before beginning. "Well first I'm here to assure you and your Ministry that You-Know-Who has not returned, as such people as Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter would have you believe," he began pompously. "And he shall never be returning."

"Oh. I see," she answered in mock thoughtfulness. "Well I'm not sure you're aware of this but my country has been experiencing a lot of Death Eater activity. I very much doubt they would risk coming out into the open without You-Know-Who's support."

Fudge just seemed to ignore her as he continued. "I would also like to inform you of the possibility of an unsanctioned group of fundamentalists potentially working within your borders spreading such lies. Its run by Albus Dumbledore, and goes by the name: Order of the Phoenix."

"Hmm," she muttered in bemusement. "And what exactly do you expect us to do about it?" she asked interestedly.

"Help arrest them of course," he replied indignant, as if that was obvious.

She nodded in mock thought. "I see. So you expect me; a non-mage born witch to assist a purest in the arrest of an anti-purest movement that's trying to stop Death Eaters while you sit on your ass enjoying the show?" she asked in annoyance.

Fudge squirmed uncomfortably in his chair as she gave him a piercing look. Harry found himself smirking as he watched the show wondering what the idiot would try next.

"Then, Potter!" he suddenly growled out angrily, suddenly ignoring his earlier comments. He spat out the name with such venom and hate; that Harry could almost feel Fudge's hate burning into his very soul.

'What a pompous bastard!' he thought to him self in annoyance. 'First, he insults the Minister and now me. Who next, Zeus?'

Shanna frowned and narrowed her eyes at Cornelius Fudge, before asking. "What about Mr. Potter."

Fudge scoffed and looked darkly at Shanna. "He used the unforgivable Okcicos curse?" he said in a flatly horrid tone.

"So," Shanna simply said with a shrug.

Then Umbridge cut in with a falsely sweet horrid voice, and smile to match. "Surely you have punished the horrid little boy?" Shanna looked at Umbridge, and Harry was glade to see Shanna had a look of pure hate on her face while looking at her. How Fudge puts up with that thing he doubted anyone knew.

"Why would I punish someone, for taking out ten death eaters," Shanna asked then added. "Well five. The other five were arrested. Its there own fault anyway for using the killing curse."

"Well if you won't punish the boy I will," Fudge said ignoring the fact Shanna said Death Eaters once again or that they used the killing curse. "He is to be expelled from Hogwarts, and his wand snapped!" Fudge spat.

Now Shanna was looking like she wanted nothing more than to rip Fudge apart with her bare hands, and Harry felt like he had just swallowed a wasp's nest. 'No more Hogwarts.'

"You have no right to do that Fudge!" Shanna snapped at him angrily. "He used a 'SHIELD' that is not illegal in my country, and I do not intend on punishing him for using it on, You-Know-Who's followers."

"I don't care what you think. I know that Potter's here," Fudge hissed and was almost shouting now. "Hand him over now. The Weasley girl too, since she was there she's going to Azkaban with him."

That made Harry feel very uncomfortably. Like someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water in his face. So he squeezed Ginny tighter to himself trying to reassure her, but he could still feel her shaking a bit in his arms.

The look of pure rage on Minister Shanna's face was very scary, even Harry and Dumbledore flinched. The only person who seemed unconcerned was Umbridge, as she sat there with her disgustingly sweet smile.

"Then you're under arrest Fudge!" Shanna shouted at him and that got the attention of Umbridge's nerves. "You are wanted for crimes against allied countries, and now here. They'll be pleased somebody's finally caught you. Aurors!" Shanna called as several men and a couple of women entered the office.

Within seconds, Umbridge grabbed at a gold chain from around her neck then took Fudge's arm and called. "Escape!" and the two were gone in the blink of an eye.

"Bloody Portkey!" Angela said in disgust.

"Well I hear there are a few nice schools here, Gin," Harry says playfully trying to cheer her up. She looked at him with her eyes brimming with tears. "Maybe we can go to Salam Academy?" She sniffled a little before throwing herself fully into his arms and held him tight, as he holds her. She silently wept into his chest, Harry stroking her hair kindly trying to comfort her. "I'm sorry Ginny," he said feeling guilty and saddened by their loss of Hogwarts. Though he supposed it will be nice getting to see a new school.

"It's not your fault Harry," Ginny cried looking up into Harry's saddened, darkened green eyes. "Its that idiot Fudge's," she sighed sadly pulling away from Harry, and rubbing her watery eyes then smiling lightly she spoke. "I'm sure Salem is a nice school. But will they let us go there?"

"Of course they will," a voice came from the doorway to their left. They turned to see a very annoyed looking Shanna Morgan. "I can't believe that pompous buffoon. He completely ignored the fact I said Death Eaters," she sighed in annoyance walking over to the five frustrated people in the room. "Though the look on his face was priceless as he realised he's now made an enemy of us."

Harry let out a bemused chuckle at the thought. "Well it's done now," said Harry. "I suppose this means he's going to completely cut of ties to the outside world!" he took a deep breath then continued. "He'll be afraid of other countries trying to take him into custody. He's such a foolish man. I wonder how he got elected in the first place. He doesn't have the brains to manage it himself?" he looked suspiciously at the very guilty Albus Dumbledore who sighed.

"Yes it was my fault that Fudge is the minister," Dumbledore confirmed. "There was a time where he was a bright young lad who just wanted to work for his people." Harry shook his head in disgust and continued for Dumbledore.

"Then he got power hungry, and since he's a crap wizard, political powers all he can get?" he asked his old headmaster unhappily.

"Yes I'm afraid so."

00oo00oo00

Flying. Yes. It must be one of the great wonders of this world. So much so that even sorcerers love to do it. Heck, even the non-magical humans have built great machines with the purpose of reaching the clouds. His scarlet feathered wings clipped the clouds as he chased down his prey. Ah yes, this way is much more fun than teleporting from place to place. After all why have wings and not use them.

He looked ahead of him self and chirped a happy melody as he spotted his target several hundred metres ahead of him self flying over the ocean towards her master. The snow white owl soared so gracefully that it ignited his heart just to watch her. He could watch her for hours on end flying through the sky.

He flapped his wings a little faster gaining on her. It only took a few moments to catch up. The snowy owl startled as a large red bird joined her in the cool night sky over the Atlantic Ocean. Then what could have been a scowl creased her features. But to the large red bird it only added to her charm.

'Hi there beautiful!' he sang to her in greeting.

Her yellow eyes rolled in annoyance. 'What do you want Fawkes?' she demanded with her hoots. 'I haven't got time for your pathetic advances tonight," she continued. "I have to find Master Harry. I heard the humans saying that some fool wants to lock him up so he can't return. I hope the Great Continent is a nice place to stay. I've not been there before.'

'Oh, but it is my Snowy Angle,' he sung in reply. 'How about you let me show you some nice spots when we get there?' he asked hopefully.

She internally groans. 'No thank you,' she lifted her head snobbishly. 'How many times do I have to tell you? I'm an owl, and you're a phoenix. It would never work out. So just go back to that silly old human and leave me alone.'

'Oww… come on babe, don't be like that,' he sung in reply. 'You're not one of those racist owls are you? I thought you were better than that.'

'No I'm no... ahhhhhh!' she trailed off with screech as Fawkes suddenly veered into her and flamed. They reappeared a few metres away. 'What the hell do you think you're doing?' she demanded heatedly glaring at him as she flapped her wings powerfully several times to keep from falling out of the sky and into the freezing ocean below.

'Look,' he sung agitated as he gestured to where they were flying moments before. She looked over and her eyes almost popped out of her head in shock. It hovered where she once was, about fifteen feet tall with giant white-silver wings that had arm and hand like qualities, a long smooth neck leading to a smooth curved head and snout with sharp teeth. Its long tail smooth and sleek silver-white like the rest of it except the blue on its stomach, and running along its back vent like horns, with some on the tip of its tail.

Water funnelled around it like wind. Its wings curved around its body when it pulled them open the water funnel exploded outward, disbursing. The water droplets fell away back towards the ocean of whence they came. The creature was sleek with water, and now its wings were open they could see its large feet and powerful legs. Its piercing aqua blue eyes watched them intently for a moment, blue horns surrounding its eyes and shooting off above its head at a backwards angle.

'A phoenix?' it suddenly asked in interest. However, unlike when other animals talk to each other, this creature's voice was projected within their minds, more human in quality. It was strong and commanding, but also held a gentleness and kindness to it. He is obviously a creature to respect.

'Who the hell are you?' demanded the snowy owl angrily. Obviously she isn't in the same mind about respect as Fawkes. 'Did you just try to eat us?'

Fawkes groaned. 'Hedwig, please be more civil towards the dragon.' He then turned from her as she glared at him back to the dragon. 'Please excuse her. But who are you?'

'I am Lugia! King of the seas!' the beast replied. 'My apologies. Fish gets awfully boring so when I sensed two birds above I took my chance.'

'So you should be sorry you jerk!' Hedwig hissed outraged. 'You have wings you idiot. Go and find some other birds. There are plenty of pigeons plaguing the world.'

'Hedwig, show some respect!' interrupted Fawkes. 'He's a king. He can't eat pigeons. They're practically vermin.'

'I wouldn't care if he were god. He shouldn't have attacked us like that!' she retorted defiantly. 'My master is 'THE' DRAGON, PHOENIX, whatever that is supposed to be. And I'm guessing that means he's also your master, Fawkes, and his too.'

'I'm well aware of that thank you very much!' the phoenix replied heatedly.

Lugia frowned as he watched the two birds bickering. That was a nice piece of info. He wondered what that weird feeling he's been having recently meant. So the Dragon, Phoenix has been chosen. He figured it is about that time again. He sighed. Dark times a head.

Ah well, he supposed there's no point in worrying about that now. He'll just have to keep a watchful eye on his domain, and help out when necessary.

He sighed as he took one last look towards the birds as they continued bickering before diving down. His wings folding by his sides… his vent like horns along his back, closing for a more streamline effect. He slid gracefully into his natural element without even a small splash. He flew through the water heading back towards his lyre. He sure has a lot to think about. Who would have thought that his appetite would lead him to the discovery of a new Master? He can barely wait to meet this human someday.

00oo00oo00

Harry and Ginny had just returned to the Ministers home from the Ministry, and trekked up the stairs tiredly to their shared room. The day's events plaguing their minds. However, the day's former events left immediately after opening the door. Sitting on the end of their bed was Fawkes (Dumbledore's familiar) and Hedwig. Well that might not have been very odd if it had not been that Hedwig was hooting a string of angry hoots at Fawkes as he kept wincing to lead Harry and Ginny to the impression that the snowy owl is using some very colourful hoots.

They both slowly turned to each other with shock, confusion, and bewilderment written all over their faces before looking back at the odd scene. They then simultaneously took steps back and Ginny pulled the door closed behind them.

"I wonder what Fawkes did to piss her off?" Harry asked in wonder as he looked at Ginny and she him.

She nodded in agreement to the question. "He probably deserves it though," she commented.

Harry shrugged. "I feel kinda sorry for him."

"Yeah, me too," she replied before letting a small smile tug at her lips. "Well. Do you want to watch one of those moving things?"

Harry frowned in confusion for a moment before realisation hit him. "You mean movie. And sure. Come on. I'm sure the two love birds will be finished arguing after we finish a movie."

Ginny nodded with a smile as he took her hand and led her back to the stairs.

Back in their room Fawkes had his head hung low, wincing every so often as the owl continued ranting. And he thought it was painful having to listen to Albus' long winded, over exaggerated, complex and near impossible plans (schemes).

'What have I done to deserve this!' he winged to him self.

To Be Continued…

By the way I've gone up in the world from Lord to Emperor, as I've changed my pen-name from Lord of the Phoenix to Emperor Arcadia. I got bored of the same one, lol!