Harry Potter and the Dragon Storm

Episode XIV

Pug

Albus Dumbledore Headmaster of the fine school for magical learning, which is Hogwarts; was sitting in his office, just a few hours till night fall and the Hogwarts students arrive for the start of term feast. There were several people in his office from the Order of the Phoenix. Professor McGonagall, Hagrid, Nimphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, and the Auror Kingsley Shaklebolt.

It was Kinsley who has come baring bad news and the fact that Cornelius Fudge has now gone too far and must be stopped. This news… if Harry Potter found out, no drought would cause a war between the Order and the British ministry. Albus can't believe that Fudge would sink so low, and now Albus doesn't know what to do. He has never had such a hard decision before.

Kinsley had suggested invasion and to take control of the Ministry of Magic for the good of all. Albus doesn't want to admit it but he thought that that might be their only option.

Albus was starting to slightly understand what Harry meant in the US Minister's kitchen. he said that 'nothing is just black and white, but there are so many other colours.'

Fudge couldn't be considered evil but he wasn't good either. In Albus' opinion, Fudge is a coward, and a wimp resorting to such lowly tactics.

"What are we going to do Albus?" Remus Lupin suddenly asked.

"I don't know," Albus sighed unhappily. "Let's just hope for now Harry doesn't find out."

Remus frowned at him in confusion. "What's this got to do with Harry?"

Albus didn't really want to answer so was thankful when Kinsley answered for him.

"Because they're friends. It happened because that fool wants revenge against the boy for being smarter than him, and making him look like a fool. Not that it takes much to make him the fool."

"Daily Prophet sales have dropped as well," the lime green haired Nimphadora Tonks piped in. (Though she prefers to just be called Tonks.) "They're down ninety five percent. People are preferring to get the US newspaper: the Seer," she added in amusement. Though her amusement didn't completely show in her eyes. Nimphadora is also an Auror though she's only twenty four and fairly clumsy. "Though, if that fool gets his way, he'll have all foreign papers outlawed."

"Yes. And after what the Seer said about Lucius," Albus said trying not to smile. "The ministers to stupid to even cut ties with the Malfoy's."

"That was quite funny," Tonks said. The amusement very prominent in her sparkling blue eyes now. "I laughed for ages. I almost forgot to read the paper." Everyone gave a small laugh, but if Dumbledore was truthful even he laughed for a while at that. Harry is making things very difficult for the Ministry, and now the Ministry has started playing dirty against their own people.

"So why shouldn't Harry be told?" Remus asked curiously.

Albus took a deep calming breath before answering. "Because he may take it as an act of war against him personally… and kill Minister Fudge." Remus went bug eyed with shock, obviously not expecting such a straightforward answer.

"You can't be serious, Albus" interrupted Minerva McGonagall looking just as shocked as Remus.

"Unfortunately Minerva," Albus said shifting slightly uncomfortably in his chair. "I am."

"You really think he would?" Remus asked visible cringing at the thought, though held a look of doubt.

"Yes. He has informed me that he will kill any enemy that stands against him."

"But Fudge isn't an enemy," Minerva said sternly.

"You're wrong," Kinsley voice boomed powerfully. "What he has done proves that Fudge is an enemy, and if Mr. Potter finds out I just hope I can be there to witness Fudge's murder."

0oo00oo0

Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley had met a few nice people on the bus ride to the train station that is just outside Las Vegas, in the Nevada desert. Harry thought it was a bit pointless to have to get the train; when the bus could just as easily have taken them to school. However, when he pointed this out, everyone on the bus who heard him laughed, but no one would tell him or Ginny why.

They reached the correct platform. Well there was only one platform so they could hardly miss it. Harry and Ginny were with the blue haired girl and the two boys she was sitting with. The girls name, Francesca Willis a third year; and the two boys the first a third year Matthew Stratus who had raven black hair just like Harry's and eyes that reminded him of Dumbledore. The other boy had wispy brown hair and brown eyes with freckles his name: Samuel Garlon (Sam for short) and a fourth year.

Then they all turned when they herd an angry female voice.

"You dirty little dyke! How dare you come near me!" Harry then saw this fat disgusting Pug of a girl punch another girl in the face. She went down with a loud thud Harry grimaced. He couldn't believe it.

'What a bitch.'

He moved instinctually, and before he knew it he had already dropped his trunk and ran towards the girls. The girl on the floor was crying and whimpering in pain holding her bleeding nose. She has long black silky hair and from what Harry saw blue eyes.

The ugly pug girl has pimples all over her face; and was almost as sickening as the fact she was kicking the black haired girl while she was crying on the floor, and what was worse… no one seemed likely to help her anytime soon.

"Hey!" Harry called with rage in his eyes as he reached the pug.

She turned to look at him unconcerned. "What!" she snapped rudely.

"What do you think you're playing at?" Harry asked with rage and hate leaking from his aura, crouching down and pulling the black haired girl into a sitting position; holding her tightly in his arms. She was shaking as she held onto him crying into this chest.

"Just beating up a Dyke," the fat pudgy little pug retorted in amusement.

"Well maybe I should beat you up, you fat disgusting little 'PIG'." Harry spat in his rage his wand pointing seemingly materialising in his free hang and suddenly pointed at a little pimple-faced potbelly pig. Harry smiled a sinister snarling smile at the scared pink little potbelly pig.

"How dare you!" boomed a man's voice. Harry looked up to see a huge fat man that was almost as ugly as the girl had been before he gave her some improvements. These two disgusted him. They reminded him of the Dursley's.

"I take it your the filthy bitches… sorry I mean pigs father," Harry asked hate flowing from him. "Tell your little pig not to bully people then I won't transfigure her again."

"How dare you!" the pug of a girl screamed at Harry when her father changed her back with a wave of his wand. "You dare stick up for that lesbian!" Harry frowned and looked at the poor sobbing girl, as she shook scared in his arms. She must have only been fourteen or fifteen years old before looking back towards the pug.

"So what if she is," Harry said offhandedly shrugging. "What business is that of yours!" he practically growled this. He hates predigest more than most things having to put up with it for most of his life from the Dursley's, and then from purists.

"What! - That bitch! That bitch!" the pug cried out in outraged disgust. "She was looking at me in the showers."

Everyone on the platform was watching now and they all seemed shocked about the pug's accusation. However, Harry froze for a moment until his anger and hate just slipped away and he burst out laughing. He laughed and laughed. He laughed so hard he thought he might never stop.

The students and parents around them didn't seem to know what was so funny that he could possibly laugh for so long. The girl kept yelling for him to stop laughing but that just made him laugh even harder. He felt like if he didn't stop soon he may break a couple of ribs.

Though after a while he settled down long enough to speak… keeping it to just a few chuckles.

"You should be a comedian. That was too funny." He sighed. She and her father didn't seem to understand but by Harry's guess most of there audience did because of the suppressed snickering.

"And why's that moron?" the pug demanded red faced with rage.

Harry just smirked darkly and knowingly at her. "You're calling me a moron? - why in Hades would anyone want to see you naked?" Harry asked laughing mockingly at her stunned expression. Harry continued in amusement. "If this beauty was going to check out any of her naked female classmates in the showers." He looked around the crowd of students and smirked impishly. "I can count twenty one girls I'm sure she would rather check out. I believe we would all rather blind ourselves than look at your disgusting body."

Harry saw that quite a lot of people nodded there agreement. Then in an instant both the pug and her father pulled out there wands, but then they disappeared before anything happened. The crowd looked around in surprise. However, left in their places; one little rat with pimples and a big brown cat. The cat looked at Harry then noticed the rat, and before anyone knew what was going on the cat pounced for the rat, which ran for its life.

The laughter in the crowed was phenomenal; as the rat and cat ran out of sight. The girl who Harry was cuddling was staring at the spot where the pug and her father had been transfigured into rodent and feline; with astonishment. She looked up into Harry's caring eyes. She had a look of eternal gratitude in her pretty blue eyes. The poor girl had a bloody lip, and nose and a swollen right eye.

Harry gave a reassuring smile before he pointed his wand at the poor girls face. She flinched for a moment as though expecting Harry to blast her. However, he muttered a spell and a golden warm glow irradiated round her face for a moment before it was gone along with the bruise and cut. Her face completely healed.

"So what's your name?" Harry asked the girl sweetly.

"Tess - Tessa Stratus."

"Matt's sister?"

0oo00oo0

"Y - Yes" Tessa replied to the young man comforting her in his arms.

"I'm Harry," he said with a kind smile. Tessa couldn't help but smile at this young man. Harry. He has such kind eyes. She knew that out of everyone at school he would never hurt her. He wouldn't ever say a bad hurtful word against her. She didn't know how she knew; she just did. Tessa hadn't even seen this young man around school before and his accent sounded different and unfamiliar. Then she gasped and her eyes went as round as dinner plates as she saw the scar on his forehead.

"You're Harry Potter?" she whispered in amazement.

Harry smiled at her and ran his fingers through her silky soft hair, moving it from covering her face. Her beautiful blue eyes were alight with pure gratitude.

00oo00oo00

In brightly lit office somewhere in Europe, sat a tall man; his hair sickeningly slick back black. He had a frown marring his face. He wore an expensive silk, tailored suit in navy blue. His dark brown eyes boring hatefully into the dark eyes of a black man; with short hair and large muscles showing even through his black suit. Though, the black man never flinched at the other man's expression, but rather looked bored.

"Lieutenant Black!" the black haired man suddenly spoke in a tone of annoyance. "I have just received word of one of the relic's locations!" he said. His tone commanding and annoyed at the same time. Lieutenant Black said nothing. He just stood and awaited further information. "The Bracelet is within the British Ministry of Magic, so we shall have to wait until we can retrieve it."

Lieutenant Black just snorted with a roll of his eyes. "The British Ministry are nothing General," he spoke in a raspy and bored voice. "We could easily acquire it. Especially with all of the shit that's been hitting the fan lately. The British Ministry are incompetent idiots."

"Be that as it may," agreed the General. "Voldemort and Dumbledore are still around to cause us problems. Do not take either of them for granted. And if Voldemort discovers what we're after he may try to obtain it first."

Black nodded reluctantly. "I even heard that The-Boy-Who-Lived has been ran out of the country."

"Yes," the General agreed with a short nod. "At least that's one less meddling fool. We shall just have to find the other four first since the Sword is as of yet out of our grasp, and we have the Spear. With their power we shall rule the world." He laughed darkly for a moment before abruptly stopping to glare at Black.

Black however, did not seem at all intimidated. "Then do you have a possible location for one of the other relics?" he asked indifferently.

The General smirked smugly. "Of course I do. Its last known location from legends say it was last seen near the southern most cost of Korea. You are to gather your men and leave immediately."

"Yes, sir," he replied before turning on his heals and strolling lazily out of the office closing the doors behind him.

The General smirked as he rose from his chair and walked round behind his chair to a large man sized painting of him self in full military uniform. "Deactivate security and open!" he commanded.

"Voice Print Confirmed Security deactivated," a feminine voice answered and the painting was pulled into the wall before sliding to his right out of sight. In its stead a huge silver coloured metal door with what looked like a green glass sheet in the centre. He placed his right hand on it and some bright green criss cross lines appeared before a brighter green light rolled down his hand.

He let a feral grin cross his lips as he heard a bleep and clicking noise. He moved his hand as the metal door slid to his left to reveal a red velvet board with seven sheaves, or shelves. In one of these sheaves proudly sat the most wondrous of weapons. It seemed to radiate its own power as he gazed upon its wonder. It was silver and red. The red seemingly more plastic than metal, but looks can be deceiving.

"Yes. With you my beauty. I shall rule the world!" He threw his head back and laughed at the heavens. His voice echoing throughout his headquarters, scaring many underlings. Not that he knew this, and even if he did; he wouldn't care.

To Be Continued…