The trio was shaken by the events that had just transpired, Harry found a spot to sit along the wall on the floor, and Ron seemed to be worryingly contemplating something.

Hermione looked up at the hermit who had just saved them from total obliteration. She asked, "Excuse me, sir. Thank you for saving us, but might I ask, who are you, and where are we?"

Ralathor said, "I am sub commander Ralathor, of the DSS Hootsforce."

Hermione asked once more, "Aren't you going to say why you chose to save us?"

Ralathor said, "No."

"Is there anything else about you that you'll tell me?" Hermione asked.

Ralathor pondered for a moment and then replied, "No, but I can tell you where we are headed."

"Hold on a minute!" Ron, "Are we just going to ignore what just happened! Draco got exploded into chunks! And this weirdo mentioned a red haired girl getting diced! Did Ginny show up? Is she… Is she ok?"

Tears welled up in both Ron's and Harry's eyes. Harry spoke up, "Ron, she was killed defending a muggle family. Eviscerated by one of Zargothrax's Death Knights of Crail." Harry did slightly deceive Ron at that moment, she didn't die heroically. Her death was entirely based on his reluctance to retreat from an unwinnable fight; if they had left only a few moments earlier, she may still have been alive right now.

Ralathor, seeming to want to get back to business, spoke up with authority, "If we don't get ourselves together, then even more may die. Zargothrax wishes to destroy all of what was once the Kingdom of Fife, unfortunately for us, that is all of Great Britain, I would know, I was there. We must gather allies, powerful beings who have persisted across space and time."

Hermione composed herself and asked, "Allies? Such as?"

Ralathor looked at her and answered, "I don't know where Angus is, but I know when we can find him, but we also can't get to him, we need a powerful Cyborg. One with a Neutron Star built into his heart."

Hermione's interest seemed to have piqued, "A cyborg?"

Ralathor responded with his own question, "Yes, have you heard of the Kingdom of California?"

"Oh, I learned about it in school, before I knew I was a witch."

"Good, do you know who currently leads the Kingdom of California?"

"Yes, I do believe it's King Hootsman XIII."

"Now there is a slight flaw in that answer, as I've said, I've been around a long time, though that is due to magic, but the Hootsman? He was the Barbarian King of Unst, until he went in search of distant lands to claim his destiny. The land of Unst was not enough, he had to conquer more. He quested into the west, to American shores. He fought his way across America with his mighty battleaxe, slaying every monster in sight until all of California called their new Hero King. Soon after, he was struck with a mortal wound, but was turned into an immortal cyborg. The Hootsman you know as their current King, was also their first."

"But wait, once we find him, how do we find Angus?"

"Isn't it obvious? We use the neutron star that powers the Hootsman to overcharge the time drives on my nuclear submarine to time travel back one thousand years to find AngusMcFife, or his son Angus McFife II. We may also have to find another ally, hopefully before Zargothrax can corrupt him."

Ralathor walks over to a control panel and begins pressing buttons. He looks back to the trio, "We are in a submarine, beneath Loch a' Chroisg, a loch near Achnasheen, we have cloaking technology and we won't be detected as now the time has come to rise. We will ascend into the skies and make our way to California."

The great submarine, the D.S.S. Hoostforce, rises from the loch near the quiet town of Achnasheen and sets off at nuclear velocity towards California. The journey takes mere hours due to the nuclear time drive installed by Ralathor. In those hours the trio steel themselves in preparation for the oncoming trials.

The submarine soared over the Kingdom of California, the mighty sights of Los Angeles. They saw many great American sights, like the stadium where the Italians lost to Brazil in football, the Hollywood signs, and the grand castle of movie studios rising high above Hollywood, the home of the Hollywood Hootsman. The D.S.S. Hootsforce uncloaked and docked at the Airship port on the top floor of the Castle.

The trio and Ralathor disembark from the submarine as a hulking figure walks out of the castle doors to the port. A man wearing armor made from wolf approaches, he carries a mighty battleaxe and sports long blond hair.

This barbarian looks at Ralaothor and says, "Hey, dude! It's like, Ralathor, my bro from way back, man! How's the stoke? It's been, like, a gnarly amount of time, brah. What's the dealio, and what's bringing you to my totally rad castle, man?"

Ralathor smiled at his old friend and said, "Ah, Hootsman, it has been ages. I wish my visit was to relish in the tales of old, but," he motioned towards the trio, all covered in blood, "unfortunately we need you to help us fight an old foe."

The Hootsman let concern wipe over his face, "No way, old foe? You don't, like, seriously mean…"

Ralother nods, "Yes, Zargothrax has returned. He has already wiped out the city of Crail. There were no survivors. Any who survived in Dundee were most likely enslaved into his army of chaos."

Despite the news of tragedy, the Hootsman looked pumped up and ready to go. He said, "No way, dude! We've gotta, like, totally stop that gnarly dude! Lemme take a wild guess, you're lookin' for my epic battleaxe again, right on!"

Ralathor nods in agreement, "Of course! We also need your Neutron Star Heart."

The Hootsman was ready to leave, before a realization hit him, "Oh, bummer, dude! I totally wish I could, like, cruise with you, but there's a gnarly Hungarian Horntail, like, wreaking havoc. If I split now, California's toast, man! I can't just chill while a dragon torches my kingdom and messes with my peeps!"

As he spoke, a dragon flew by the tower expelling out blasts of pure infernal heat from its mouth.

Harry Potter yelled out in recognition, "That's a Hungarian Horntail! I've faced one before!"

But unfortunately for the heroes, a portal opened in the sky, the dark magic that created it foretold the coming of the double wizard. Zargothrax Clone Beta descended upon the lands. He reached out with his pure evil magic of hatred grabbing the dragon out of the sky and strapping a device to it, a nuclear bomb.

Ralathor quickly created a magical barrier cube around the heroes and his submarine. The nuke detonated and Zargothrax's clone returned through the portal. The devastation blast of total destruction was unlike anything Harry had ever seen before, everything around he was blown away in the detonation leaving only what was contained in the cube.

The dragon that bore the brunt of the explosion was seemingly unharmed, until they got a better look at it. Its eyes were glowing a radiant green. The heroes looked beneath them as Ralathor was slowly lowering them to safety, but around the ruins of the city, snow began to fall and small green creatures began erupting from the ground. Goblins, but not any goblins Harry had seen before, these ones were different, they radiated evil and chaos and hatred and were green.

The Hootsman looked to the rest of the heroes and spoke, "We gotta, like, totally shred that dragon, bro, before it, like, spills its evil toxic vibes all over the rest of America, man!"