Chapter 12
A young vampire watched as six fire belching dragons chased a sleek muggle craft. Suddenly, one of the dragons hit out with its talons and brushed the whirring fans of the helicopter. It bucked and turned upside down. Then, a second later, it righted itself, before rocketing upwards in an unbelievable speed and letting loose a flurry of rockets. They pounded down on the dragons and hit them in their wings and claws before exploding. The dragons roared high and loud.
Then the pursuit started again.
Ginny was having the time of her life. Pigwidgeon was a clumsy bird on a sugar high, but its never ending rockets were fun to play with.
"Red's coming from the right, lass!" a deep male voice sounded. It was the voice of Wing Commander John, a muggle fighter pilot whose brains Fariha had scrambled.
Pigwidgeon had another muggle's wits installed inside its computer, a Chief Admiral named Ron. His voice was airy and soft. He called out presently, "Madam, there's a vampire watching us at our 9 o' clock."
"Noted, Ron," Ginny said, and turned towards Harry.
"What should we do, dear?"
"Let's show her the big boys!" John and Ron cheered.
As the vampire watched on, the craft suddenly vanished, and the dragons looked at each other in surprise. They hissed something amongst themselves and spread out to search for the invisible craft.
After ten minutes or so, the craft reappeared. There were no dragons in sight. It let out a belch of smoke and grew larger and larger until it seemed to dwarf the whole valley. Then it let loose six huuuuuge bombs, all targeted at her. She closed her eyes in horror. Then a horrid scent hit her nose and she gagged. She had been pranked with DUNG BOMBS!