Chapter 7
A bright flash lit up the gates of Hogwarts, and a melodious trill broke the still morning air. Hamster deposited Lord Potter in front of Hogwarts and flew away.
He dusted his robes and looked around, sniffing the air. He went back and forth a few times before stopping at a particular place. An international portkey had gone off here.
Swirling his wand a few times, he determined the portkey to be for the UAE. Grinning a shark like grin, he apparated away to the International Portkey Station, glamouring his looks on the way.
A blue eyed wizard came up to the Portkey counter and bought a ticket for the UAE.
The counter for the 'UAE Flying Carpets' was manned by a handsome young man, with his hair tied behind him in a Ronaldinho style ponytail. "Farhan's the name, brother, Farhan," he said. "What can I do for you?"
Lord Potter took out 35 duncans from his bag and handed them over to him. "I want your fastest flying carpet, brother, and your best pilot."
"That'd be my sister, Fariha," he said. "She's an enchantress, and her carpet's out of this world! I'll call for her presently."
He rubbed a dusty lamp labelled 'Fariha', and within moments, a bespectacled young witch was apparating in, carrying a fluffy orange carpet.
"Step in, brother!" she said, smiling. "Where are we going?"
Harry pointed east, and they took off, swerving into the quiet, white desert. Their carpet picked up speed at an incredible rate, and as the wind blew past, Harry spotted a knotted dusty building looming ahead. It was shaped like a pumpkin, and as they neared it, it broke apart in half. A spell washed over them, and they were rendered invisible.
Harry let out a whoop of delight. Then he twirled his wand and shouted, "To the right, sister! To the right!"
They dove along the craggy peaks and speeded towards the inland dunes. After five minutes of flying, he shouted, "To the left, to the left!" and they banked hard. A half second later, he shouted, "Stop!" and peered ahead.
An oasis was visible in the distance, and a lone oil rig broke the treeline to provide a grander perspective of the freeflowing wealth below. Hermione's international portkey had brought her here.
"Fariha," he said, "I would like to dismount now."
The lady brought the carpet to a gentle stop on the rolling sands, and Harry stepped out, fingering his wand.
There was a sense of despair in the air ahead. He waved his wand, and the lone oil rig vanished, and a rugged jinn tower appeared in its place. An orange flag flew at the top.
As he looked down, he spotted a shiny golden lamp lying upside down in the sand. It was labelled 'Lyria'. He picked it up and rubbed it gently. An enormous jinn materialised in front of him. She had a dark veil covering her face, and her gold braided hair fell around her in waves. She spoke in a sweet simpering voice, "What does my master want?"
"A witch brought my elves here. I want them back." he said.
"Granted," she said, and thwacked her long hair. The Dragon contingent appeared out of nowhere.
Harry gave a deep bow. "Thank you, Lyria."
"What's your name, master?" she whispered.
"Harry Potter."
Behind him, a squeal was heard.
Lyria gave a laugh. "Good day to you, Harry Potter! It's been a pleasure to serve you."
Harry bowed once again, and she disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Fariha was looking at him with doe-filled eyes. He gave an embarrassed laugh. Looks like he had another girl to kidnap.