Crumpled Horned Plot Bunnies
A Harry Potter fanfic by Andrew Joshua Talon
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1993 - Part 2
The Visitor's Center
The journey out of the park had been exhausting. Tim had been electrocuted by a fence, and then another large predator dinosaur (Baryonx? He think Tim had said) had chased them down the river when they'd found a raft.
Harry had tried to yell at it in Parseltongue, something, anything, but the rushing rapids had covered it.
Fortunately, the Rex had intervened-She'd burst out of the woods, and roared at the Baryonx to make it back off. More than likely, just because it was in her territory... But Harry had felt some gratitude to the huge beast.
They'd made it to the visitor's center. It appeared deserted, and there was no one around. Doctor Grant had headed off to find help, while the children stayed and ate.
It was probably the best food Harry could remember tasting. But then, everything tasted better when you hadn't had anything for a whole day.
The only time he noticed something was off... Was Lex staring at something, and sharing, the Jell-O in her spoon shaking with her. He looked back... The shadow of a tall, predatory dinosaur was on the wall. Tim gasped.
"Velociraptor," he whispered.
Whatever kind of dinosaur that was? It sounded bad. Very bad.
Harry had a sudden, stupid idea.
"Run," Harry muttered. "Run!"
"You're crazy!" Lex muttered, even as she and Tim got up to run. "Harry-!"
"Run!" Harry hissed. The siblings ran off into the kitchen. Harry took a deep breath... And focused.
"I know you're there," he called out in Parseltongue. "Come out!"
The raptor paused... Before it walked around the corner. It was taller than him, maybe six feet? Long, almost bird like in its form. It has a lizard's skin, and its eyes were slitted like a cat's. It growled low under its breath, sizing him up.
"You talk? How?" It barked.
"Not important," Harry replied, "just go. Leave us alone."
The raptor tilted its head... Then barked again, short and quick. It took Harry a moment to realize: It was laughing.
"Why should I?" It asked.
"There's plenty of food elsewhere," Harry said, backing up to put the table between himself and the raptor.
"Not hunting for food," the raptor hissed. "You live... Want you to not live."
Harry was almost flabberghasted.
"Why?!"
The raptor almost shrugged.
"You prey. We hunter. Run, prey. Make it fun," the raptor growled.
Harry promptly turned and ran for his life.
And no, he wouldn't have his wand on him. It's locked up in the cupboard at Number 4 in Surrey.
