The Dragon by jardyn39

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance, Action & Adventure
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 26/02/2005
Last Updated: 26/02/2005
Status: Completed

Hermione has succeeded in breaking the Crucible charm and sets about researching the origins of
Harry’s Apprentice Piece. A Death Eater attack interrupts her telling of the story, but Harry
intervenes and Ron earns his Prefect Badge back. Later, Voldemort attacks again during a Quidditch
match. Although prepared for a Death Eater attack, the DA is helpless against Voldemort’s new pet.
Harry knows this is a trap but rushes to the aid of Dumbledore, standing alone in the middle of the
Quidditch pitch facing The Dragon.




1. Perenelle’s Offer
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**The Dragon**


**by Jardyn39**


**Part Three of “The Apprentice Piece”**


**Introduction**


This is the third of five self-contained stories set during Harry’s Sixth Year. References are
made to new characters and events that are occur in previous stories. Few, if any, recaps are
included but a summary of the previous parts is given in the Prologue.

The five consecutive parts of “The Apprentice Piece” are entitled: The Apprentice Piece,
The Crucible,
The Dragon,
The Sword of Light
and The Accord. A
Summary for the remaining parts is given at the end of the last chapter. A brief prologue for the
preceding parts is given at the beginning of each part.

**Prologue**


*Part One: The Apprentice Piece*


Harry is in possession of a wand which he calls his Apprentice Piece which he made during the
holidays. Mystery surrounds the wand and where the wood for it came from.


Harry is asked to set up Quidditch practice for non-team players. He readily agrees and the
Rebels are formed with non-house teams. Ron does not approve. Harry is made captain of the
Quidditch team, much to Ron’s obvious disappointment. Harry appoints Ginny their new play maker.
Ron plays terribly until their first game, which they win convincingly.


The new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and ex-Auror, Harbinger, has been giving Harry
additional training in an Auror Tent. The tent is known to have killed before and everyone that
knows about it wants it destroyed. Moody helped set it up.


Harbinger is in possession of letters from Harry’s mother and has promised them to Harry,
believing they contain hidden messages for Harry. Harbinger’s tragic secret is revealed.


In the few short weeks since the start of term, Ron has lost his Prefect badge and been thrown
off the Quidditch team. To the surprise of many, Harry has forgiven Ron and expects him to work to
regain his prefect badge.


Harry was introduced to an Unspeakable named Fides who, known only to her mother and father,
helped Harry save Hermione’s life. Fides allowed Harry to face a challenge to obtain an elixir to
cure Hermione. Fides later admits to a deception but Harry has seen and used part of his potential
as well as a much darker side of himself.


Harry learns that Dumbledore argued with the Unspeakables when he was an infant but that someone
else won the day allowing him to grow up.


Hermione is asked to improve the tent’s simulated attacks. She does this with extraordinary
effectiveness. Harry is livid. Unknowingly, Hermione broke Moody’s rules concerning the tent which
caused him to believe it was real. Hermione believed Harry had feelings for Ginny and placed an
image of her in the simulation. The tent needed to be repaired after Harry had finished.


The Regiment has set up a refugee camp within the Hogwarts grounds. Dumbledore insists that the
traditional challenge between the Regiment and Hogwarts must proceed and will be lead by Peeves.
The night of the challenge, which is a glorified food fight, is Halloween. The same evening dance
is arranged for the senior years. Hermione finally tells Harry that Halloween is not a traditional
wizarding celebration.


*Part Two: The Crucible*


Beginning just after Halloween during Harry’s Sixth Year. Fudge is trying to get his hands on
Sirius’ estate. Hermione is shocked when Dumbledore allows Harry to enter the Auror tent at its
highest skill level before the tent is destroyed. In the tent, Harry faces the Unforgivable Curses
again but finally realises he won’t be able to use them.


Harry and Hermione show an elderly visitor around the school, and are quizzed by her endlessly.
Dumbledore is not surprised to find them duelling when he invites them to lunch. Clearly very good
friends with most of the senior staff, Perenelle jokes that she may be inspecting some lessons
later. Harry is shocked when Perenelle tries to attack him in front of Dumbledore. He then
discovers she also attacked Hermione. Perenelle’s memory of the incident and why she did it are
modified. Harry knows that Perenelle is angry with Dumbledore for placing the charm on him. He does
not know what she was trying to find out from Hermione.


Harry learns about a Crucible Charm that was placed on him as a child and Hermione is determined
to help him break it. Harry must not learn how to break the charm as it must occur naturally. Harry
is the object of a whispering campaign as Hermione’s co-conspirators set to work.


Harry spends Christmas with Lupin at Grimmauld Place after Dumbledore advises him the Ministry
won’t know if underage magic is performed there, but it must remain a secret from the others. Harry
finds he can do permanent transfiguration charms.


The Grangers and Weasleys join them on Christmas and Harry asks the Grangers to stay on while he
reads his mother’s letters which are sealed. Harry confides in Winky and Mrs Granger about his
performing magic there. Lily’s letters to Harry are revealed and he and Hermione spend an emotional
day reading. Just after Hermione has received a letter apparently from Lily, Voldemort possesses
Harry and tries to attack Hermione. At the same time Harry wakes in control of Voldemort’s body and
is attacked himself.


Back at Hogwarts, Dobby is charged with stunning Harry every time he has a strange look about
him. There are a number of false alarms but Hermione is safe.


Harry discovers Hermione in an ancient book store, accessed from a door within the restricted
section of the library. Hermione is climbing dangerously high up seeking a book when Malfoy attacks
Harry. His spell misses Harry but causes Hermione to fall. Harry dives into the falling debris to
protect Hermione. Trapped, Hermione forces Harry to talk. The Crucible Charm breaks.


On their way back to the Headmaster’s office, they stop off in Myrtle’s bathroom to clean up.
After seeing Dumbledore, Harry finally puts on his prefect badge and punishes Malfoy.


*Part Three: Harry’s Sixth Year continues…*


**Chapter 1: Perenelle’s Offer**


Harry Potter was on his way back to the Gryffindor common room from the Hospital Wing. He was
not in a good mood.


It had been late afternoon before Hermione finally turned up at the Hospital Wing sporting a
nasty bruise on her forehead and several cuts that Harry hadn’t noticed when he’d left her in the
Headmaster’s office.


“I’m fine, Harry,” Hermione had said, but he was concerned to see her hands still shaking.


“You’re not fine,” he had told her, guiding her over to a bed, “you should have come straight
here rather than staying to talk.”


Madame Pomfrey had come over and insisted Harry leave so she could see to Hermione. He had
reluctantly agreed and promised to look in later.


As Harry turned a corner in the corridor he encountered Perenelle again. She was looking rather
sheepish and had clearly been waiting for him.


Harry’s mood was not improved by her appearance. He still hadn’t forgiven her for hurting
Hermione the last time she visited the school.


“Please, Harry,” she begged desperately. “Please let me talk to you.”


Harry was in half a mind to just ignore her and walk past. As he drew level with her, a voice in
the back of his head told him he should show compassion.


“What do you want?” asked Harry, as politely as he could manage.


“I am so sorry for what happened,” she said. “Nicholas performed a memory charm on me, so I
don’t remember what I did. Nicholas was very angry with me. He said I was wrong.”


“You don’t remember anything?” asked Harry.


“Nothing after we left Albus at lunchtime.”


“Well, you *were* wrong,” he said feeling his anger subside a little. “You performed
Legilimency on Hermione and then tried to do the same to me.”


“I’m sorry,” she said again. “Was it something to do with the Crucible charm?”


“I assume so.”


“I’d like to try to make amends, if I can,” she said. “Nicholas and Albus agreed I could ask but
they both felt you and Hermione might wish to refuse, given what I did.”


Harry didn’t respond but encouraged by the lack of his outright refusal, she continued.


“I would like to offer to help you and Hermione with your defensive training. I thought I could
encourage you to reveal your other talents quicker.”


Harry was not sure what she meant.


“What other talents do you think Hermione and me have to reveal?”


“Well, I was really meaning you, not Hermione,” she said before quickly adding, “although I’m
sure she has different skills that can be developed. Did you know you are a metamorphmagus?”


“That’s ridiculous,” blurted out Harry, beginning to regret even considering her offer.


“Is it?” Perenelle replied with a small smile. “When did you last have a haircut?”


Harry brushed a hand through his hair absently as he thought.


“It just grows slowly, that’s all.”


“Really?”


“Yes, except for when my Uncle used to make me have all those haircuts. It grew quicker
then.”


“Well, if that’s normal hair growth you can’t possibly be a metamorphmagus,” Perenelle replied
with a smirk.


Harry frowned to himself, thinking back.


“Okay, I accept that my hair doesn’t grow normally, but I just assumed it was because I was a
wizard and it just grew because I was scared of what would happen when people saw me after it had
been cut really short.”


“So the question is, can you learn to change yourself on purpose?”


“I suppose it is,” admitted Harry.


“The other thing I wanted to tell you concerned the Crucible charm,” Perenelle said. “I can see
that it’s broken now, but you must remember that it’s not gone entirely. The parts of you that were
bottled up inside will only leak out over a long period of time. It could take years to learn but I
believe I could encourage a quicker development. You also need to exert some control over the less
desirable elements. I can see they are weak now but it will be up to you whether or not you remain
a force for good.”


Harry sighed deeply.


“I can’t speak for Hermione,” Harry began, “but I’d like any help I can get in defensive
training. Anything else is not a priority at the moment.”


Perenelle clapped her hands together and grinned widely.


Harry held up his hands and continued, “Please remember, Perenelle, that after what happened I
cannot trust you. This may change in the future, but right now, I don’t trust you. If you ever hurt
or upset Hermione in any way-”


“I understand,” Perenelle interrupted.


“The other thing is that I won’t jeopardise what I might achieve in the future after Voldemort,”
said Harry. “I will not resort to dark magic and I cannot use the Unforgivable curses.”


“Are you sure?” asked Perenelle doubtfully.


“Yes.”


“Then I will have to think about what you would be prepared to use,” she said frowning slightly.
“I’ll come back when I’ve prepared a plan. Nothing dark at all?”


“Well, not too dark. I’ll consider anything you can suggest.”


“Okay,” she said a little brighter. “Will you give Hermione my regards and pass on my offer?
Albus said I wasn’t to approach her unless you said it was okay.”


Harry nodded and said, “I will.”


*


After dinner, Harry and Ron made their way up to the Hospital Wing to see Hermione. Harry had
told Ron only that some heavy books and shelves had fallen on them while Hermione was looking for a
book in the library store.


Harry was surprised when Ron said he’d known the store was there and that the entrance was from
the restricted section. He supposed they’d been told because they were prefects. Predictably, Ron
showed very little interest in the store or what it contained.


They got to the Hospital Wing to find group of students blocking the entrance. Harry saw the top
of the Hospital Wing doors open but he couldn’t see who had just come out but as soon as they did
so the group began showing signs of hostility.


Ron, being that much taller, could see what was happening at the front and without hesitation
waded through the group right up to the front. Harry didn’t follow.


“That’s quite enough, thank you,” Ron said loudly. “She’s has been though quite enough today
without having you lot having a go at her. Go on, clear off the lot of you.”


Nobody moved.


“It’s okay, Ron,” Harry heard Hermione say nervously from somewhere at the front. He immediately
wished he’d followed Ron through the crowd.


“We agreed to help you, Hermione,” came an angry voice from somewhere in the crowd.


“Was this your plan all along?” said another voice.


Harry looked around the group of people and it slowly dawned upon him that these must be the
conspirators that had helped Hermione put together her psychological profile for him. Harry became
aware that Ginny was standing beside him, looking worried.


With a quick glance at Harry, Ginny spoke out making a number of heads turn and realise that
Harry was standing behind them.


“We agreed to help Harry, remember?” said Ginny.


“Well yes, but after what Myrtle said-”


“Hermione told us that she had no idea what would be the outcome,” said Ginny forcefully, “and I
believe she told us the truth.”


Those that had seen Harry’s cold expression began to move apart and Harry could see the front of
the group through the gaps. Ron was standing protectively just in front of Hermione, who was
looking flushed and upset.


“I’m sorry, but-” Hermione began to say but faltered, clearly in distress.


This was too much for Harry and he immediately withdrew his wand and cleared his throat. He
could see Ron turn to look at Hermione, clearly at a loss what to do and concerned that she should
be so upset.


“I don’t know what Myrtle told you or what you each thought you’d get by agreeing to help
Hermione before,” said Harry flatly, “but you are clearly upsetting Hermione and I won’t let that
continue, now or at any time. I think you’d better leave now.”


The group hesitated before Ginny said, “Come on, let’s go.”


Harry waited for them to go before he trusted himself to turn back to Hermione and Ron.


“What on earth was that all about?” asked Ron incredulously.


“I’m guessing that there was some speculation that the solution to breaking my Crucible charm
might be something to do with my affections?” said Harry looking down at Hermione, her face hid by
her handkerchief.


She gave a small nod and looked up at Harry. Ron frowned, looked between the two of them.


“I’m not too keen on the idea of being offered up as some sort of prize,” said Harry
quietly.


“You weren’t,” said Hermione jerkily, “but once some of them got the idea nothing I said could
dissuade them. I never even hinted what might break the charm.”


Harry put his wand back into his inside pocket and said, “Ron, will you take Hermione back to
the common room and see no-one bothers her?”


“Er, sure,” he replied.


“Thanks,” Harry said with a small smile, “I’ll see you both later.”


As Harry turned the corridor he could have sworn he heard Ron say, “Okay, Hermione, tell me what
is really going on.”




2. Out of Bounds
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**The Dragon**


**by** **Jardyn39**


**Part Three of “The Apprentice Piece”**


**Chapter 2: Out of Bounds**


Very early on Saturday morning, Harry was woken by the sound of Ron trying a little too hard not
to wake him.


“Ron, what are you doing?” he asked groggily.


“Getting dressed quietly so you don’t wake up, obviously,” Ron said with his back to Harry.
“Just go back to sleep will you, or Hermione will get mad at me.”


Harry, fully awake now, decided he would get up. He threw off his bed sheets.


“Why would Hermione be mad at you?” Harry struggled to ask, yawning widely and stretching.


“Because you can’t come and I insisted one of us had to go with her.”


“Why can’t I come?”


“Well she’s got this mad scheme and she needs to do it in the refugee camp.”


Harry quickly pulled on his clothes and followed Ron downstairs.


“Morning, Hermione,” Harry said with a grin. She was sitting in her favourite chair by the fire
reading some notes.


Her eyes narrowed dangerously ask she replied, “Morning, Harry.”


She reached for her wand.


“Hey,” said Harry putting his hands up and smiling, “you wouldn’t stun me just for wanting to
say *Good Morning*, would you?”


“Not for that, no,” she admitted. “Well it’s nice to see you Harry, but Ron and I have business
elsewhere this morning. We’ll see you later.”


“I’m coming too,” offered Harry at once. “I don’t think you should go to the refugee camp with
only Ron for protection.”


“They won’t be alone,” said Neville coming down the stairs.


“Of course not,” chipped in Ginny from the dormitory door.


“Well,” said Harry, trying to ignore Hermione’s smirk, “at least you’re thinking along the right
lines. I’m still coming by the way, just to be sure.”


“Okay, Harry, you win,” said Hermione with a sigh. “But only if you shower first. We’ll meet you
in the Great Hall.”


“Great,” said Harry, rushing back upstairs.


It was only when the dormitory door closed behind him that he realised Hermione hadn’t actually
promised to wait for him. Cursing his stupidity, he rushed to shower.


*


A few minutes later, Harry ran into the Great Hall. It was, as he suspected, completely
deserted.


He swore loudly to the empty hall.


“Language!” said an amused voice from behind him.


Harry spun around to see Luna.


“Sorry, Luna,” he said smiling, “but Hermione tricked me. She said they would wait until I had a
shower before going to the refugee camp. Or rather I believed she was saying that.”


Luna smiled and nodded.


“Do you want to get something to eat or shall we just go?” she asked.


“Er, I’d prefer to just go, really,” said Harry honestly. “You know I’m not supposed to go
there, don’t you?”


“I assumed so, yes,” she replied dreamily. “Are you coming or what?”


*


Harry and Luna walked into the refugee camp unchallenged after a walk that took them just over
half an hour.


On the way, Luna had told of Hermione’s desperate attempts to maintain control of the
speculation that had been generated as she gathered the information for his psychological profile.
Luna and Ginny had advised her it might be better to just drop the whole thing, as Hermione’s
protests were just creating more rumours.


In truth, Harry hadn’t been that annoyed with Hermione anyway. He knew she was trying to act in
his best interests, although he did now wish she had listened to Luna and Ginny.


The refugee camp consisted of many identical small plain tents placed at regular distances apart
with a few larger tents towards the middle. They walked along a wide thoroughfare towards the
centre. It was still cold from the night and there was a light mist that surrounded the area.


It was still very early and there was little sigh of activity with everyone still asleep inside
their tents. It struck Harry how different this camp was from the one at the Quidditch World Cup.
These tents looked entirely functional, entirely fitting for a Regiment. He also wondered were the
Regiment soldiers were camped.


Luna pointed out a signpost ahead which had a large noticeboard next to it.


They read the notices posted up on the board for clues what Hermione and the others might be up
to.


“Good morning,” said a voice from behind them, “you must be from the school?”


They turned to see the Lieutenant smiling at them.


“Morning,” they both said.


“We were looking for some friends of ours.”


“They are setting up in the school tent. Just follow the signs that way.”


They thanked him and set off in the direction he had pointed them in.


“Strange he let us just pass like that,” muttered Harry, glancing back.


“It’s almost as if they were expecting you to be out of bounds today,” said Luna with a
smile.


After a short walk they were overtaken by two small children dragging their harassed looking
mother along.


“It’s still early, not even nine-thirty yet,” she was insisting.


Harry looked at Luna who smiled and nodded. They picked up their pace and followed.


Up ahead the mother and her children disappeared into a large tent. When they got closer, Harry
could see the makeshift sign next to the door. It read, “School” and underneath hung an elaborate
sign saying, “Storytelling 10 am Saturday.”


The lower sign could only have been Hermione’s work.


They entered.


*


Harry was surprised to see a number of small children sitting happily on some old carpets in the
middle of the area, laughing happily and chatting.


In front of them, Ron was trying to put up a folding table. Much to the children’s amusement, he
was having a few difficulties. Every time he managed to stand one end up, the other would collapse.
He would then move to the other end of the long table and try again, apparently oblivious to the
howls of laughter behind him.


At the back of the tent several tables and chairs were provided for parents to sit and take
refreshments. Ginny and Neville were helping an elderly witch serve drinks.


Seeing Harry and Luna, Ginny came over.


“It’s almost ten. Harry, will you help Ron?”


By now the tent was becoming crowded with excited children. Harry carefully made his way over to
Ron.


“Ginny says it’s almost ten, so we’d better draw the act to a close,” said Harry smiling.


Ron looked up frowning and wiped his sweating forehead. Harry tipped the table over and locked
the legs in place at each end before setting the table the right way up.


There were a couple of groans from Ron’s audience as they realised that the table wasn’t going
to fall down again.


“Hermione’s going to be mad at you for coming, you know that don’t you?” said Ron with the
faintest of a smile.


“Where is she?” Harry asked but at that moment she breezed right up to the front, beaming widely
at the children sat cross legged before them.


“It’s lovely to see you all here this morning. Before we begin, let’s thank Ron here for
entertaining us and putting up this table, shall we?”


Harry joined in clapping and cheering and then followed Ron to the side where they found a
couple of seats.


“This morning I thought you’d like to hear a story,” said Hermione, “and if there’s time after
you might like to draw some pictures about it.”




3. Story Time
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**The Dragon**


**by** **Jardyn39**


**Part Three of “The Apprentice Piece”**


**Chapter 3: Story Time**


Hermione waved her wand and conjured a comfortable armchair for herself. She sat down and opened
her notes.


Ron gasped and whispered, “How long has she been able to do that?”


“If you’d like to move closer so you can hear, please do so,” she said gently. “If you have any
questions, just raise your hand.”


A few of the children moved closer, not wanting to miss anything.


“Now the story I’m going to tell you hasn’t really got a name,” Hermione began, “because it is a
true story, not something that has been made up. This story is about a wand and a dragon. But
there’s a twist. You see, the wand isn’t really a wand and the dragon isn’t really a dragon.”


Hermione paused, allowing her young audience a moment to be intrigued. They weren’t quite as
intrigued as Harry, though, who slipped off his seat and joined the children sitting on the floor.
Luna sidled casually around the tent and sat in Harry’s vacated chair next to Ron.


“Is everyone sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin,” said Hermione smiling. Harry realised they
were probably the only ones in the tent who knew she was repeating words from a story time radio
programme.


“Our story begins many hundreds of years ago when a young boy, who was destined to grow up into
one of the greatest wizards of his time, was eleven years old. Now very little accurate information
survives about him when he was younger, but I like to think of him as rather scruffy, with patched
too big second-hand clothes and quite a knack for getting into trouble. He had scruffy short black
hair. We know him today by the name of Merlin.


“One day in the middle of winter, Merlin was travelling through a forest. In those days the
forests would extend for miles in all directions. It was said that a person would travel their
entire lives and never leave the forest canopy. Now some parts of the forest were very dangerous,
and poor Merlin was travelling through an area of forest he knew might be dangerous. He would
normally have tried to avoid it, but Merlin had played a trick on a neighbour in the forest and he
was still upset with Merlin.”


A small girl put up her hand, and Hermione asked, “Yes?”


“Please Miss,” she said tentatively, “What trick did Merlin play?”


“Well, we don’t really know,” said Hermione, “but Merlin did once make a farmer’s pigs to
‘cluck’ and his chickens go ‘oink’, and I suspect it might have been something similar.”


The children laughed and Hermione waited patiently for them to quieten down again.


“Although Merlin could do magic, he wasn’t yet old enough to do anything very advanced. Most of
the magic he did, he didn’t even know himself how he did it. Merlin was also very poor and had
hardly any possessions. The only toys he ever had were ones he made for himself and his friends. He
became quite skilful at simple woodworking and his adopted family hoped he would make a living in
the forest. In those days, of course, young people were expected to work rather than go to
school.


“Then, as now, most people wanted more money, better clothes, and better living conditions.
Merlin had no money, but the record suggests the only thing he really wanted was a *wand*.
Merlin knew about Wizards and magic, and like most people at that time, he thought if only he had a
wand he’d be able to do anything! What kinds of things do you think he wanted to do?”


Hermione listened as the children volunteered ideas and then smiling said, “Those are very good.
You might like to draw some of those ideas later.”


She opened her notes again and continued.


“On this particular day, Merlin came across an old man in the forest. He was standing in
resplendent multi-coloured robes that looked quite out of place in the green forest. Merlin knew at
once he was a wizard because he held a wand.


“Merlin, who wasn’t at all shy, introduced himself at once saying he too was a wizard even
though he didn’t yet have a wand and didn’t actually know how to do magic yet. The old man conjured
a fire and a meal and invited Merlin to join him. We do not know the old wizard’s name, Merlin
never recorded it, but he did record that Merlin saw and heard many wonders that evening.


“The next morning Merlin awoke to find the wizard cooking a fine breakfast. Merlin had slept
better than he ever had before thanks to the bed and tent the wizard had conjured for him. Over
breakfast, the wizard made Merlin a proposition. Merlin could, if he wished, become an apprentice
to the wizard so he could learn magic and assist the old man who travelled the land helping
people.


“Merlin agreed at once but the old wizard said there was one condition to his offer. Merlin must
have a wand first.


“Poor Merlin. He had no wand nor did he have any idea where he could get one. Wands were
incredibly expensive and rare in those days. What was he to do?


“The old man appeared to take pity on Merlin, and told him about how wands are made, what
particular wood species they are made from and what kinds of core that can be used. He also told
Merlin of an extraordinary bush nearby. Wands made from this particular tree, according to legend,
don’t require a core provided they are made according to special instructions and find their way to
the true bearer.”


Harry put his hand up, not wishing to appear rude.


“Yes, Harry?”


“Er, what species was this tree?”


Hermione smiled and picked up a bag from her feet. She reached in and drew out a small branch
which still had leaves on.


“I brought this for everyone to see. Here pass it around but be careful not to prick yourselves
on the sharp bits. There is a smooth part at the end you can hold. Who can tell Harry what type of
bush this branch came from?”


A small boy put his hand up uncertainly. “Yes?” asked Hermione smiling at him.


Hermione’s disarming smile appeared to dissolve the boy’s nervousness, and he replied,
“Holly.”


“Excellent! You’re quite right. Harry, put it on the table if everyone’s finished looking.
Perhaps you could draw a picture of part of this later.”


Harry welcomed the opportunity to stretch a little. When Harry was seated again, Hermione
continued.


“Even as long ago as when Merlin was a boy, this particular Holly bush was ancient. It was
situated in a small clearing and many magical creatures came just to gaze upon it and feel the
magical energy that seemed to radiate from its branches.


“Under close supervision, Merlin set about making his wand. It took several hours as no magic
could be used and they had few tools. Eventually, though, it was finished and a rather proud and
very tired Merlin went to sleep dreaming about the future he would have as a wizard’s apprentice.
He was happier that night than he’d ever been.


“Unfortunately, Merlin was awoken at dawn. At first he thought he was dreaming he was nice and
warm. Then be dreamt he was rather hot. Then he dreamt he was on fire. Then he woke up and realised
he really was on fire!


“Merlin rolled around the ground and put the flames out. He tried to get up but found himself
staring up at an enormous, angry dragon. He looked around, hoping the wizard would help him. There
was no wizard and all his things were gone, including the new wand Merlin had made.


“Merlin was absolutely sure he was about to be stomped on, burnt or eaten by the dragon.
Probably all three!”


The children gasped.


“But Merlin, who had never seen anything like a dragon before, decided that wizards probably
encounter such creatures every day. He decided he would talk to the dragon and try to bluff his way
out. Merlin had no idea that dragons were ferocious creatures but even he was surprised when it
spoke to him.


“*Did you make a wand from this enchanted tree*? asked the dragon, sounding quite angry,”
said Hermione in her deepest voice to the wide eyed children.


Before she could continue, they became aware of indistinct shouting from outside the tent. Most
of the children looked around, obviously annoyed that the story was being interrupted but at the
same time curious to know what the shouting was about.


Several of the adults at the back of the tent had gone outside to see what was going on.


Harry felt a growing unease. He got to his feet and took out his wand, trying to make out what
the shouting was.


From almost directly outside the tent, they heard a loud chilling voice cry out, “The Dark Lord
is coming. Nowhere is safe. No-one is safe. By seeking protection at Hogwarts you will just anger
him. Leave and he may be merciful. Stay and he will punish you for your insolence. Accept the
inevitable, he is strong and you are weak. See, not even your children are safe!”


The tent flaps at the entrance opened and three masked figures entered bearing wands.


Facing them and blocking their path was Harry, closely followed by Neville, Ginny and Luna.
Hermione and Ron were back kneeling in front of the huddled children.


Harry could hear Ron continuing to chat and distract the children. He was pleased that he
sounded relaxed and calm.


The three intruders fired stunning spells immediately.


“*Protego*!” whispered Harry and all three stunners bounced back. They dodged them easily
but before they could fire again Harry swiped his wand in a wide arc past their legs. The bones in
their legs cracked audibly and all three collapsed screaming in agony. Neville rushed forward and
collected their wands, not troubling to be careful where he trod.


With a glance back at Ginny and Luna, who looked momentarily stunned at what he’d just done,
Harry rushed forward. Before he got to the entrance, soldiers from the Regiment stormed in to
collect the intruders. After unmasking and binding them they were removed for questioning.


“Are there any more?” asked Harry.


“Yes. One was killed but two more escaped into the crowd. They probably had help,” a corporal
said darkly. “We came as soon as possible but I think the others were sent to distract us from what
these three were up to.”


Ginny came over to Harry while Hermione, Ron and Luna comforted the children. Ron, in
particular, was still doing a good job at distracting them from what just happened. Joking,
complaining that the story wasn’t finished and demanding to be shown exactly how to do some
drawings was working for most of the children while Hermione whispered individual words of comfort
to those that were more upset.


“They are fine,” said Ginny, “just a little shaken. Hermione will be mad at you later,
though.”


“Why on earth did nobody try to stop them getting in here?” asked Harry, only half listening.
“Would they have just watched their children being killed?”


“Why don’t you ask them Harry?”




4. What can we do?
------------------


**The Dragon**


**by** **Jardyn39**


**Part Three of “The Apprentice Piece”**


**Chapter 4: What can we do?**


Harry stepped out of the tent and was immediately greeted by a large crowd. Their clapping and
cheers just made him angrier. Some people looked like they wanted to thank Harry personally and
moved forward into the wide gap the Regiment had created as they moved through. They hesitated
seeing the angry look on Harry’s face.


Harry became aware that Ginny and Neville now flanked him as he watched a middle aged wizard in
bright red robes walk forward smiling and holding his hand out, apparently either not noticing or
ignoring Harry’s mood.


When Harry didn’t shake hands the wizard put his arm around his shoulder’s and turned to face
the crowd, beaming.


“Harry Potter!” he said loudly, not looking at Harry, “On behalf of my fellow residents of this
camp, I’d like to thank you for saving our children. Without your intervention-”


The man suddenly gave a start and let go of Harry as if he’d received an electric shock.


“You may not have noticed,” began Harry, desperately trying to control himself, “but there were
five other students from Hogwarts who were also protecting those children, who are fine, by the
way, no thanks to you.”


A murmur went around the crowd, which was swelling in number now.


“A group of pathetic Death Eaters march through here in broad daylight and not one of you stands
up to them even after they announce what they’re going to do?”


“It all happened so quickly,” blustered the wizard, “and besides we came here for protection.
Dumbledore should have stopped them. It was really his fault-”


Harry turned and raised his wand, pointing it at the man’s heart. “Don’t you dare blame
Dumbledore!”


The man immediately blanched and stepped backwards. Losing his footing he stumbled and sat
rather indignantly into the mud.


Harry took a step forward but Neville put a precautionary hand on Harry’s upper arm. It was
enough, and Harry nodded, lowering his wand.


“Professor Dumbledore invited you all here so that the vulnerable can be better protected,” said
Harry loudly to the crowd. “He invited you knowing that amongst you there may be those spying for
Voldemort, yet still he allowed you to come.”


He ignored the gasps and scandalised expressions.


“Nowhere can ever be completely safe,” Harry continued in a softer tone, “and it is unfair to
expect Dumbledore and the Regiment to protect you. You must defend yourselves and each other. You
may not know how to fight, but you can learn. The Regiment can help with that. And for those that
cannot fight, what are you doing? I’m sure there are many ways you could help instead of just
moping around this camp, too frightened to do anything. That’s where you must start, of course. You
must resist. Draw a line. Stop giving in to fear and start resisting. Start encouraging each
other.”


“But what can we do against You-Know-Who and his supporters?” asked the wizard dejectedly, still
sitting in the mud.


“What can you do?” asked Harry laughing. “Where do I begin? You can help make and transfigure
supplies for the Regiment, you can learn how to provide medical assistance, you can learn defensive
spells and pass them on to others, you can learn to say Voldemort’s name.”


Hearing more gasps, Harry sighed deeply and continued, “Isn’t anything better than the state of
fear you’re in now? Doing something, anything, must be better. If you’re busy you’ll have less time
to be afraid and more time to think positively. These are going to be dark and dangerous times. Not
all of us will live through them. So if we might die anyway, why not stand and make a
difference?”


With nothing more to say, Harry turned and was about to re-enter the tent when he stopped and
extended an arm to the wizard on the floor. He gratefully took it and Harry heaved him to his
feet.


“Can I clean you up a bit?” asked Ginny smiling, “Harry would but he sometimes sets the things
he’s cleaning on fire.”


“Thanks, Ginny,” muttered Harry dryly.


“Er, no thanks,” said the wizard, “I think it gives me a humble look and I could do with some
humility just now.”


Harry snorted.


“May I introduce myself properly? My name is Williamson and I’m on the camp committee.”


“Committee? What does it do?” asked Harry.


“Well, so far we’ve been co-ordinating and pursuing complaints about the facilities here.”


Harry raised his eyebrows.


“That will stop now, I can assure you. I look forward to seeing you again, Mr Potter.”


*


Harry re-entered the tent and was shocked to find himself face to face with Dumbledore.


“S-Sir!” he spluttered as Dumbledore gave him a small smile. “I’m sorry if I spoke out of turn,
Sir,” he said quietly.


“It needed to be said, Harry, but please try to remember that not everyone can be as fearless as
you’d like.”


Harry nodded and was about to respond when a photographer leaped into the tent brandishing a
smoking camera. He just managed to say, “Daily Prophet,” before he has roughly tackled from behind
by the Regiment Corporal.


The Corporal quickly got up, grabbed the camera and opened the back. Thick coloured smoke poured
out as he removed the film and forcibly returned the camera to its owner.


“Sorry about that, Sirs,” he said smiling, “but this one got away from me. Come on you!” The
photographer was dragged unceremoniously away out of the tent.


After a moment of stunned silence, Harry found his voice again. “Will the Death Eaters that were
caught provide any useful information?”


“It’s possible but I doubt it. They had such little skill that I doubt Voldemort would have
trusted them to know too much.”


“Isn’t that strange in its self?” asked Harry, “I mean were they really Death Eaters?”


“I suspect Voldemort knew they would be caught and didn’t wish to risk his more useful
supporters. Anyway, Harry, I’d like you to take up Perenelle’s offer to provide you with additional
training.”


“I have accepted for myself,” said Harry, “but I haven’t had a chance to talk to Hermione yet.
I’ll speak to her tonight unless she’s too upset about what happened today.”


“Good. I’ll leave it to her to admonish you about being out of bounds.”


Harry rolled his eyes and looking back into the tent remembered something he wanted to say.


“Um, Sir,” Harry said hesitantly, reaching into his pocket, “I think Ron earned his badge back
today.”




5. Paying Attention
-------------------


**The Dragon**


**by** **Jardyn39**


**Part Three of “The Apprentice Piece”**


**Chapter 5: Paying Attention**


That evening at dinner, the Headmaster read out a letter from the Refugee committee thanking all
six students for their efforts in defending the children. Enclosed with the letter were more
drawings made by the children together with a request to hear the end of the story as soon as
possible that made Hermione quite weepy.


Dumbledore added his thanks and announced that they would receive a joint special award for
services to the school.


He then invited Ron up to the front of the hall where he received his Prefect Badge back to loud
applause.


The Headmaster finished by saying that the kitchens had sent supplies to the Gryffindor common
room should they wish to hold an impromptu party.


*


With the celebrations in full swing, Harry grabbed four butter beer bottles and mimed an
invitation for Hermione to join him in a short walk outside. Stepping out of the noise into the
cool, quiet corridor was a welcome change.


“That’s better,” said Hermione brushing her hair back before taking a bottle. She was still
carrying the drawings.


They walked slowly until they found an empty classroom. This particular classroom was a
favourite stopping off point for Prefects between duties because the large windows gave a
spectacular view of the grounds and the deep windowboards were comfortable for sitting on.


“I’m so pleased Ron got his badge back,” she said sitting down.


“Yes, although I thought he wasn’t going to,” said Harry, “I tried to hand Ron’s badge to
Dumbledore this afternoon but he wouldn’t take it.”


“That probably means you’re both Prefects now,” she said absently. They were quiet for a
while.


“Was that Luna I saw in the Gryffindor common room?” asked Hermione.


“Yes, I suggested to Ginny she might like to invite Luna,” answered Harry. “That was before I
found out Dumbledore had sent supplies to all of the common rooms. Still, I’m glad she came.”


Hermione was still looking through the drawings when she said, “This one’s a perfect likeness.
It looks just like you, Harry.”


“I thought that was Merlin, actually,” said Harry smiling, “Is the green thing the dragon or
you?”


Hermione gasped in mock horror.


“You can’t go around insulting a prefect, a story telling prefect at that!” she said trying not
to laugh. “Besides, you don’t want to earn another detention today, do you?”


“Detention? Who gave me detention?”


“I did,” she said smiling, “because you were out of bounds today.”


“Oh, that,” he said dismissively. “Ginny said you’d be mad at me.”


“I wasn’t mad at you for that. I was glad you were there with us, especially the way things
turned out.”


“So what were you mad at me about, then?” Harry asked with concern.


“Well, it was just the way you reacted,” Hermione said looking down at the drawing. Harry knew
that as she wasn’t looking at him, she must have been upset.


Harry took her hand and gently asked, “What is it?” At last she looked up.


“When you realised they were coming into the tent, you just ordered us all into position.”


“Yes, I’m sorry. There didn’t seem time for a debate.”


“Of course there wasn’t, Harry,” said Hermione sounding a little annoyed. “That wasn’t the
problem. By giving clear directions we all knew what we were doing.”


“Er,” managed Harry, feeling sure he should have a clue what the problem was by now.


Hermione sighed.


“I was upset that you delegated me to the back with Ron. I know I was scared but I can
still-”


“Stop,” said Harry seriously. “Please listen. The only reason why I wanted you and Ron to be
closest to the children was that if things turned bad you might have had to get them away from
there. Of all of us, they knew you and Ron best. They would have trusted you better than any of us.
If they had panicked it would have been terrible.”


A solitary tear rolled down Hermione’s cheek.


“I wasn’t trying to protect you. The priority was the children’s safety, that’s all,” whispered
Harry, knowing full well if he’d had more time to think about it, he’d still have wanted Hermione
out of harm’s way.


Hermione buried her face in Harry’s shoulder and he held her gently looking out over the moonlit
grounds.


After a few minutes, Hermione resurfaced and wiped her face. “I feel so ashamed.”


“So are you going to let me off detention?”


She punched him playfully before extending both arms around his neck and resting her head on his
shoulder.


“You were amazing today, Hermione,” whispered Harry. “Those kids were totally captivated. So was
I, actually. How does the story end, by the way?”


“You’ll have to risk another detention to find out. My next reading is on Saturday.”


“Tease,” said Harry and Hermione snorted. “In that case you’ll have to tell me just what the
historical evidence is for Merlin having scruffy black hair.”


“Harry, you need to pay more attention.”


“I was paying attention.”


“Not now you’re not,” she said, once again throwing him completely. Hermione just sighed,
removed her arms, grabbed his and put them around her waist and returned to her arms to their
previous position.


“Oh,” was all Harry managed to say.




6. A Distant Growl
------------------


**The Dragon**


**by** **Jardyn39**


**Part Three of “The Apprentice Piece”**


**Chapter 6: A Distant Growl**


It was late on Sunday morning before Harry remembered he still hadn’t told Hermione about
Perenelle’s offer to provide additional defence training.


“Why didn’t you tell me before?” asked Hermione as they made their way from the library down to
the Great Hall for lunch. Harry had insisted that she take a break.


“I’m sorry, but I was distracted last night for some reason,” he replied quietly, earning
himself a sharp elbow in his ribs.


As they approached the entrance doors to the hall they were greeted by the Headmaster as he
exited.


“I wonder if I might trouble for a word before you go into lunch?” he said with a small
smile.


They followed him outside into the bright sunlight.


“I wanted to let you know. Minister Fudge has persuaded one of the Death Eaters from yesterday
to spy for him and proposes to let him off on a technicality. The other two will go to
Azkaban.”


“Is that wise,” asked Hermione, “to let him go, I mean.”


“It’s very revealing,” said Harry.


They both looked at him.


“Those captured Death Eaters were unmasked and they were seen,” said Harry. “If they try to make
a reappearance, they won’t be much good to Voldemort as spies. Voldemort will know they may have
done a deal to stay out of Azkaban. Either he’ll just have him killed or Voldemort will have
planned this all along. Surely the Ministry can’t trust any information that comes from this Death
Eater.”


“Perhaps Voldemort was trying to set up a line of communication between himself and someone the
Ministry,” said Hermione.


“Or worse,” added Dumbledore darkly, “the other way around.”


“So, is it Fudge himself or is someone manipulating him?” asked Harry.


“We do not know,” said Dumbledore, “but we are assuming there an as yet unseen hand involved at
the Ministry. Fudge is not, in my view, motivated by the Dark Arts, although he may be vulnerable
to bribery or blackmail.”


*


Harry and Ron found themselves alone in the common room doing homework that they should have
finished days ago. Harry rubbed his tired eyes and stretched, noticing the time was gone
midnight.


The portrait hole opened and in bounced Hermione, looking cold but excited.


“Hermione, where were you?” asked Harry, “We thought you’d gone to bed.”


“No, I’ve just come back from the Headmaster’s office,” she said going over to the fireplace and
stoking the embers up to warm herself.


“Hagrid thinks there may be some new, dark creatures in the forest. Grawp has heard something
but can’t explain what they might be. Grawp tried to explain it to me but I didn’t understand very
well either.”


“Grawp was here in the castle?” asked Ron, as an icy chill of realisation hit Harry.


“No, silly.”


“So that means you went into the forest, didn’t you Hermione?” said Harry. “What if you were
attacked?”


“I was with Hagrid and Grawp,” she said, not looking up, “and I can look after myself. Besides,
nothing happened.”


“Why didn’t you come back for us?” demanded Harry quietly.


“Well, Hagrid was worried about Grawp. He was in a hurry.”


“Hermione,” said Ron getting up and gathering his things, “that was a really incredibly stupid
thing to do. We know that You-Know-Who has spies in the camp and they are bound to be in the forest
now as well.”


Hermione turned, red faced but ready to argue with Ron. She appeared to be taken aback as she
watched Ron say nothing further but instead just went up to the dormitory. Harry was still sitting
at the table, staring blankly at his unfinished essay.


Hermione walked over and sat down in Ron’s vacated chair.


“I’m supposed to be the reckless one, Hermione, not you,” began Harry, looking at her at last.
“We are not going to argue about this. This must never happen again.”


He stood and started to roll up his parchment but was interrupted by a loud sniff. Harry dropped
the parchment and hurried around to Hermione. He knelt next to her and she hugged him, tears
flowing freely.


“Aren’t you going to call me stupid as well?” said Hermione in a muffled voice.


“No. You’re safe now and I just want you to stay safe.”


“It was only when Hagrid and I were on our way back that I realised how vulnerable we were, even
with Grawp escorting us most of the way. Grawp was really concerned for us, I think.”


“What we need is a way to communicate properly while we are apart,” said Harry. “Hermione, what
do you know about twinned mirrors?”


“Nothing, why?”


“Well Sirius gave me one last year. I found it after he died. He and my Dad used a pair of
twinned mirrors to talk to each other while they were in separate detentions.”


Hermione drew away from him, frowning.


“Oh, Harry,” she whispered.


“Yes, I know. I didn’t even unwrap it until the evening before we left for the summer holidays.
We could have talked to Sirius if he had his mirror with him.”


“Why didn’t you unwrap it?”


“Because Sirius said it was something that would let him know if Snape was giving me a hard
time. At the time I just didn’t want him to risk getting caught and then I forgot all about
it.”


Hermione nodded and said gently, “It probably wouldn’t have made any difference. I’ll look up
twin mirrors in the library tomorrow. If you want to shout at me about going into the forest, I
think I’m ready now.”


“No shouting, Hermione,” said Harry smiling at her, “it’ll be me that does something stupid next
time.” His expression grew serious. “We probably won’t all survive Voldemort, but we must make sure
none of us lost so cheaply.”


“And Hermione,” he added, “if you’re lost to me, there really won’t be much point in
surviving.”


*


Harry woke late into the night. Thinking he heard something from outside, Harry got up, put his
glasses on and walked over to the window.


He opened the casement and allowed a cool breeze wash over his face. Then he heard something. It
sounded like a distant growl deep from within the forest.


It took some time for Harry to get back off to sleep.




7. Warning
----------


**The Dragon**


**by** **Jardyn39**


**Part Three of “The Apprentice Piece”**


**Chapter 7: Warning**


Over the next few nights, the noises from the forest grew louder and closer. By now many people
in the castle and in the refugee camp had heard the noises and were becoming nervous.


Harry realised that this was precisely the point. Voldemort wanted people scared. Too scared to
be rational.


Several rumours started to go around the school about villagers and refugees going missing after
taking walks after dark. It appeared there was some truth in these rumours, however, as curfews
were introduced in both Hogsmeade and the camp.


*


Just as Harry was about to enter the Great Hall for breakfast, he heard his name being
called.


“Harry!”


He turned to see a grinning Kingsley Shacklebolt walking up to him. They shook hands and
Kingsley indicated he needed a word. They walked just outside and took refuge from the rain in
under the canopy above the entrance doors.


“I’m sure you’ve heard about the curfew, Harry,” said Kingsley, constantly looking around. Harry
nodded.


“Well people have been going missing. We think they just strayed upon something going on in the
forest.”


“We heard rumours,” said Harry.


“What I wanted to tell you is that we’re expecting something to happen. We don’t know what yet,
but it’ll be some kind of attack.”


“We’ll be ready.”


“No, Harry,” Kingsley said seriously. “Think about this. It is highly likely that You-Know-Who
will try to use you to distract Dumbledore. He’s got enough to worry about. I don’t want you
falling into a trap. You need to be aware that You-Know-Who will try to provoke you into doing
something. Please don’t take the bait, whatever it is.”


“You know I can’t agree to that.”


“I know, neither would I,” he said with a small smile. “Just be aware that what ever happens is
likely to be planned to make you act in a particular way. Use that knowledge of how he expects you
to behave to your advantage.”


*


When Harry sat down to breakfast a few minutes later, he was already changing his DA Galleon.
There would be a meeting tonight. He noticed an audible increase in the volume of murmuring around
the after he’d set the time and date on his Galleon.


*


At eight o’clock that evening, Harry walked into the Room of Requirement followed by Hermione,
Ron, Neville, Ginny and Luna. Harry had arranged to meet with them a little earlier so they knew
what he was going to tell the meeting.


Harry looked around and smiled at the large group of people gathered. The DA had grown in size
considerably this year, mainly due to the enthusiastic recruiting of the Rebel Quidditch squad.


Stepping onto the dais that had appeared at the front, Harry addressed the group.


“Thanks for coming,” he said, realising he wasn’t at all nervous about addressing or commanding
such a large group. “I wanted to warn you about a couple of things. The first concerns the recent
activities in the forest. I can confirm that something is going on in there and people have been
disappearing. We think that Voldemort is gathering followers inside the forest anyone who gets too
close is being caught. We don’t know what creatures are in there yet, but the chances are they will
be dangerous and be there for a purpose.”


Harry paused, pleased that he got less of a reaction from DA members when he spoke Voldemort’s
name these days.


“We need to organise ourselves into groups when we’re moving around the grounds. Remember, we
need to look out for other students, especially the younger ones, not just ourselves.”


“Will we be patrolling the grounds?” asked a Third year.


“No, it’s too dangerous at night,” replied Harry, “and the teachers have that covered during the
day. We’ll leave night patrols to the Aurors.”


“The second thing is that we are advised that the Aurors are expecting some form of attack. It
could be against the camp, Hogsmeade, here or all three. We don’t know.”


Harry waited for the murmuring to die down.


“There are, however, a couple of things we can be fairly sure of. On Saturday there will be a
Quidditch match. We understand that many people from the camp and the Ministry will be attending.
It seems to me that it would be an ideal time to launch an attack.”


Everyone nodded in agreement.


“The other thing is the motive behind the attack. It’s a good bet that Voldemort will try to
provoke me again. As well as causing chaos and mayhem, he’ll want to get me to act in a particular
way. I have to tell you that my record in this regard isn’t very good. He has consistently tricked
me into doing something he wanted all along. The consequences of that have been very serious in the
past. I can’t promise not to fall into the same trap again but you need to be aware that this might
happen.”


Harry paused, looking around.


“Basically, I think Voldemort will do something. He’ll probably take someone as hostage and use
them as bait to get me. He'll use me to get to Dumbledore. That must not happen this time. Too
many people will need his protection.”


There were many shocked faces in the group now.


“You-Know-Who is supposed to be afraid of Dumbledore,” said someone.


“Voldemort *is* afraid of Dumbledore, and rightly so,” said Harry. “But, Dumbledore is not
invulnerable. I wish he were. He’s just a bit stretched right now.”


“So what are we going to do?”


“We have a plan that assumes there will be an attack on the school during the Quidditch match.
It’s a pity that I’ll be playing but at least we’ll have a good view of any trouble. I am going to
propose that we divide into groups that will patrol the stadium before the game and the station
themselves around the pitch during the actual game.”


“I hope nothing happens, but if it does we’ll be ready to face it and help. If nothing does
happen it’ll be good practice. For the rest of the meeting I’d like to go through how we are going
to be organised and co-ordinate. Any suggestions and criticisms gratefully received.”




8. The Match
------------


**The Dragon**


**by** **Jardyn39**


**Part Three of “The Apprentice Piece”**


**Chapter 8: The Match**


It was lunchtime on the day of the Quidditch match. The sky was clear and bright and the
temperature was quite comfortable, ensuring a high level of attendance.


The actual match would begin at two o’clock in the afternoon and be preceded by a Rebel
challenge match that would begin at noon. It was unusual to hold two matches on the same day but as
there would be a large number of visitors the school had been asked to provide some additional
entertainment.


Having completed his inspection and satisfied that everyone in the DA groups were in position,
Harry returned to the side of the pitch closest the changing rooms and watched the remainder of the
Rebel match.


Harry watched for around half an hour, cheering and clapping along with the increasing numbers
of the spectators. When the snitch was finally caught after a particularly fine dive, Harry was
surprised by the volume of the cheering.


Looking around as he clapped, Harry wondered how many Death Eaters and sympathisers had managed
to get into the crowd. There had been no indication at all up to now that there might be trouble
ahead, but Harry still felt uncomfortable. Rubbing his forehead and his prickling scar, he turned
to greet the returning players.


Having personally congratulated every player on both sides, Harry followed them into the
changing rooms where he joined the rest of the Gryffindor team.


*


A while later Harry emerged from the changing rooms ahead of the rest of the Gryffindor team and
scanned the crowd. Fudge was sitting up in the VIP area and appeared to be surrounded by Aurors.
Dumbledore was sitting apart from them close to Professor McGonagall.


Harry was very thankful that they weren’t playing the Slytherins today. Most of the Ravenclaws
in the opposing team were also in the DA and they had agreed a signal that would tell everyone that
the game would be abandoned.


Harry took off and circled the stadium. He felt his tension ease as soon as he saw Hermione wave
up at him grinning from her position down at the edge of the pitch. He hadn’t wanted her to be that
close to the Slytherin supporters but hadn’t the nerve to ask her to move to a different position.
At least she had some friendly company next to her. Harry completed his warm up lap and landed.


Striding over to the centre of the pitch to where Madam Hooch was waiting with the Ravenclaw
captain, Harry smiled warmly and extended out his hand. Cho was looking pale and visibly nervous
and Harry felt her hand tremble has he shook it.


Harry held their handshake for a little while longer and squeezed Cho’s hand gently saying,
“You’ll be fine when you get into the air, Cho. Nothing might happen, after all.”


Cho smiled a little. “Thanks, Harry,” she said.


Madam Hooch looked between them with a curious look and Harry realised this might not be the
normal pre-match exchange between Captains.


They both took off and Madam Hooch released the Bludgers and the golden snitch. Finally she
threw up the Quaffle and blew her whistle.


Harry soon began to get completely engrossed in the game despite his concerns. He couldn’t help
but marvel at the plays performed by the Chasers and in particular, by Ginny. They were changing
tactics so quickly, the Ravenclaw chasers were practically spectators. The only thing in the way of
a Gryffindor whitewash were the Ravenclaw beaters and their Goalkeeper. The three of them were
playing superbly and kept Ravenclaw in the match.


Suddenly Harry saw something glitter far below. Cho had seen it too and she instantly dived.
Harry threw himself flat along his Firebolt and dived.


He was much faster but was diving from a far greater height. It was going to be close.


As they approached the ground they drew level with each other. The ground was coming towards
them at a frightening speed. Harry realised, probably at the same time that Cho did, that it would
be touch and go whether they could put out of their dives in time. Harry had one thing on his mind.
He had to catch the snitch.


At the last moment, Cho pulled up, abandoning her dive. Harry continued but pulled up a fraction
of a second later. His feet scraped the ground but he recovered and shot back up into the air, his
arm held high with the snitch struggling in his clenched hand.


The crown erupted with cheers and clapping. Harry looked up to see Cho flying high around the
stadium. Relieved she was safe, Harry slowed and allowed himself to be congratulated by the rest of
the Gryffindor team who were flying into him and patting him on the back.


There was suddenly a loud bang from the far end of the stadium.


Harry looked over towards the section of the stand that was occupied by visitors. Nothing
appeared to be wrong and Harry was about to conclude that it must have been caused by an
over-enthusiastic supporter.


Then it happened.


Almost in slow motion, the stand collapsed before their eyes.


Harry watched in horror as spectators fell into the rubble. Worse, figures in black robes and
wearing masks were running out from underneath the front of the collapsed stand, firing curses into
the crowd. It looked like a tunnel entrance must have been formed, but smoke made it difficult to
see from the air.


“This is it!” shouted Harry. “Everyone go to your positions. Now!”


Before he’d finished shouting, everyone from both teams was running off to join the other groups
around the pitch.


Harry looked up to see Cho flying high up over the collapsed stand. He realised she was
dangerously within range of the Death Eaters. He jumped on his Firebolt and sped towards her. Sure
enough, a well aimed curse hit Cho just as she changed course and tried to give herself more
height.


Harry urged his Firebolt on. Cho slowed and then tumbled off her broom. Fortunately, Harry
caught her just in time. With difficulty he carried her to safety and landed back down on the pitch
behind on of the DA groups.


Trusting that Cho would be safe, Harry quickly joined the front line of DA members fighting the
Death Eaters inside the stadium. The Death Eaters numbered at least thirty at the beginning but the
DA already had them surrounded in the middle of the pitch. With Harry’s help, they soon made short
work of them.


Satisfied that the Death Eaters here no longer posed a threat, Harry directed the others to
split into groups again and render assistance.


It sounded like there was fighting also going on outside the stadium.


Harry’s group ran over to the collapsed stand and helped free those people who were trapped
under the debris. He looked around, concerned that he hadn’t seen Hermione or Ginny.


Someone grabbed his arm. Turning to look, Harry found himself facing a dishevelled looking
Minister for Magic.


“Harry! Thank goodness you’re alright,” said Fudge. “I can’t find Dumbledore and the Aurors have
gone off. Harry, I think the Death Eaters have taken some students. One was a red headed girl that
I think was playing on your team. One of the others was your friend Miss Granger. I saw them being
dragged under this stand. From the way the Death Eaters came out there may be a tunnel entrance
under there somewhere. I’m going to get some Aurors and we’ll follow.”


Harry watched as Fudge rushed off.


Anger coursed through him. Yet again, people were being hurt because of him. Yet again he was
being manipulated, just as he had feared.


Harry was about to dive under the stand when he was held back.


“No, Harry!” shouted Neville, “Listen to me! What did we agree? What did we all agree to do if
this happened?”


Harry shrugged Neville off, and pointed his wand warningly at him.


Neville wasn’t about to give up that easily.


“Harry, I think Fudge was mistaken, anyway. I’ve been here the whole time. If Hermione and Ginny
have been taken, I’m sure I would have seen them being dragged under there.”


Just then there was a loud explosion from another part of the stadium and another group of Death
Eaters looked like they were making a run for it.


Harry and Neville ran over and joined the fight which lasted a few minutes. When they were
subdued, Harry sought out Neville again, painfully aware of how much time had been lost.


“Neville, when was the last time you saw Ginny and Hermione?”


Neville was about to answer when a stunning spell flew just over their heads. Another group of
Death Eaters were running back inside the stadium. Harry assumed they had been fighting with the
Aurors outside and were trying to make it back to the safety of the tunnel under the collapsed
stand.


In their way, unfortunately, stood the DA.


Harry quickly organised themselves back into a single group and they fired volley after volley
of spells and curses into the Death Eaters. It was a pitched battle and eventually only four of the
Death Eaters remained standing. The DA had suffered casualties too, but these were mostly
minor.


Harry stood out in front of the Death Eaters and watched as they linked arms, including their
wounded.


A shout of, “The Dark Lord will be victorious!” was heard from the centre and they all
disappeared. They must have had some sort of Portkey, Harry realised.


There were new shouts coming from outside the stadium. Neville tapped Harry on the shoulder and
pointed up. Floating high up, just outside the stadium was the Dark Mark. It looked like it was
somewhere over Hagrid’s hut.


“Okay,” said Harry, willing himself not to think about what the Dark Mark signified, “let’s
split into smaller groups again. Wounded stay here to be tended to. Ron, your group stay here.
Guard that tunnel entrance and try to help anyone still under there.”


Ron nodded and left.


Harry looked around. There were six DA members left in his group, including Neville.


“Roger, stay here,” said Harry. “You need that arm seeing to.” He nodded reluctantly to
Harry.


The five remaining members followed Harry out of the stadium. Just as they exited they witnessed
two Regiment soldiers dragging a reluctant Fudge out from under another stand.


Throwing Fudge down at the feet of the Lieutenant, one of them said, “We found him cowering
under the stands. When he saw us he tried to dispose of these papers.”


He gave Fudge a kick and gold spilled out from his money bags. Fudge then desperately tried to
gather up the money before he appeared to realise that everyone was looking at him.


The Lieutenant looked through the recovered papers with growing concern.


“These show defensive positions that were only set up yesterday. It’s no wonder we lost so many
people today. What else have you given them?” he said angrily, reaching down and taking a fist of
Fudges robes, clearly wanting a better target to punch.


Arthur Weasley rushed up to them and pulled the Lieutenant off Fudge. The Minister struggled to
his feet and tried to recover himself.


“Now, look here,” he said in his usual bluff manner, “I am the Minister for Magic. You have no
right to make such unfounded accusations.”


“But how, Cornelius,” said Dumbledore, “do you explain being in possession of these plans?”


Harry turned with a start and saw Hermione and Ginny right behind him.


“If it’s alright Professor,” said Hermione, “we’ll go and help some of the injured.” Hermione
beamed at Harry who sighed with relief to see they were both unhurt.


Dumbledore turned his head slightly and nodded, saying, “Thank you, Hermione.”


“Minister,” said Harry angrily, “You told me that Hermione and Ginny had been taken and you’d
seen them being taken down into the tunnel under the collapsed stand!”


“No, No. You must have misunderstood me in all the excitement,” said Fudge. “I didn’t say that
at all.”


“Yes you did, Minister,” said Neville quietly. Everyone turned to see Neville, apparently
shocked at his own daring. “Y- You intended Harry to go down into that tunnel, didn’t you?”


Kingsley Shacklebolt stepped out of the group surrounding Fudge.


“Minister, you are under arrest. You will have to come with me,” he said in his deep voice and
sporting a bad cut above one eye. “You will have an opportunity to give your version of events
later.”


Fudge did not move but stood transfixed at the look Dumbledore was giving him.


“I didn’t sell them anything important,” he said shakily, as Kingsley started to drag him
away.


“Kingsley,” said Dumbledore, “I wonder if I might interrogate him before he is taken away.”


Harry was glad to see a look of pure fear appear of Fudge’s face.


“We’ll see you later, then,” said Kingsley with a knowing grin, pulling Fudge back up to the
castle.




9. Like My New Pet?
-------------------


**The Dragon**


**by** **Jardyn39**


**Part Three of “The Apprentice Piece”**


**Chapter 9: Like My New Pet?**


“Lieutenant, I regret to inform you that Colonel Nader has been found dead,“ said Dumbledore
sombrely. “That is why the Dark Mark was flown.”


The Lieutenant nodded slowly and asked, “Was all this really just a diversion?”


“We knew it would be,” replied Dumbledore, “and today’s events may not be over yet.”


Harry gripped his scar which had suddenly started to hurt. Voldemort was close or angry.


Dumbledore looked around, as if sensing something. His eyes rested on a point high above the
Quidditch stadium. Harry forced his eyes open to look as well despite the pain, but didn’t see
anything.


Harry shouted out, “Something’s going to happen!”


Without a word Dumbledore ran back into the Quidditch stadium, taking everyone by surprise.
Harry gave chase but found himself unable to keep up.


*


Harry was too out of breath to gasp at the sight that was before him.


Dumbledore was in the centre of the pitch where an enormous black dragon was bearing down on
him. Harry ran as fast as he could to join Dumbledore. Harry realised that everyone had moved from
the pitch, even the fallen Death Eaters were gone.


As Harry ran across the grass, he heard Voldemort’s amplified voice fill the stadium.


“Like my new pet, Dumbledore? I created him myself. All the strengths of a dragon with none of
the weaknesses.”


Harry watched helplessly as flame completely engulfed Dumbledore.


The flames died away leaving Dumbledore still standing before the dragon, apparently unhurt. He
must have put up some form of shield, thought Harry. The dragon began to back away slightly, as if
wary of Dumbledore.


“Not so easy dodging fire without Disapparating, is it?” taunted Voldemort.


Instantly another flame blasted Dumbledore and with a swish of an enormous tail, all three goal
posts at one end of the pitch were felled.


Harry noticed a group from the Regiment advancing on the dragon from the side. The dragon turned
and almost lazily breathed fire over them. A high laugh erupted as they screamed in agony.


“Oh, dear. Their pitiful armour and shield charm’s aren’t much help, are they?”


Dumbledore took careful aim and fired a spell at the dragon. Harry realised he must be aiming
for the collar. The dragon reared up at the last moment. Dumbledore’s spell just missed the collar
but hit the dragon in the neck. Furious, the dragon retaliated immediately.

“*Accio* *Firebolt!*” yelled Harry, and instantly his Broom appeared by his side. As
Harry stepped onto the broom, he found his arm being held back.

He turned back to see a stricken Hermione. “Harry, please don’t!”


“I have to, Hermione,” said Harry, but she didn’t let go.


“Hermione!” said Ginny with some urgency, “Some help here?” Ginny was struggling to hold up a
wounded Regiment officer. Hermione seemed to come to her senses and released Harry.


Not daring to look back at her, Harry took off.


He flew a wide arc around the pitch. Harry wanted to evaluate the situation and give Dumbledore
some advanced warning. Perhaps he could provide a distraction.


As he flew behind out of the dragon’s sight, he held his wand out. Dumbledore gave the slightest
of signals and Harry dived, firing rapid stunning spells directly at the dragon. He knew it
wouldn’t cause any damage. As the dragon turned to look at Harry fly by, very close, Dumbledore’s
spell hit the collar.


As Harry dodged the flame he saw, just for an instant, the dragon look around. It almost
confused for a moment. Harry realised that Voldemort must be possessing the dragon. This was
immediately confirmed by the pain that seared across his scar. It dulled as Voldemort again took
full control of the dragon, clearly intent on killing Dumbledore.


Another flame was directed at Dumbledore. Harry could tell he was burnt a little this time.
Dumbledore was getting weaker, and Harry knew he must hurry.


A high cold laugh erupted around them.


“*Do* get up, Dumbledore. At least let them see you die on your feet!”


Coming around for another pass, Harry dived off his broom and grabbed the back of the dragon’s
enormous neck.


Desperately holding on as the dragon thrashed around, he slipped down to the collar. Close to,
he realised the collar was a solid band of a silvery metal. The band was at least two inches in
diameter.


With his wand tip touching the collar, Harry used a reductor curse to cut it clean through. The
energy surged through his arm but Harry managed to hang on. The dragon reared backwards in pain,
but Harry was determined not to let go. Unfortunately, the thickness of the band kept the collar in
place. With one hand on the collar, he tried again. This time the collar broke cleanly into two
halves. He yelled with relief as the collar pieces and Harry fell heavily towards the ground.


The dragon appeared to be in agony. It reared back, tossing its head from side to side.


Dumbledore must have recovered a little because Harry hit the ground with barely a thump. Harry
struggled to his feet. Dumbledore was propping himself up but clearly exhausted.


The dragon stomped back towards them, clearly very angry.


Harry threw the collar aside and realised to his horror what had happened to his wand. The
Apprentice Piece was burnt and charred. The only piece that remained in tact was the bit he was
holding. As he opened his palm, that too burst into flames.


Harry glanced at Dumbledore, still sitting on the ground and propping himself up with both arms.
Dumbledore smiled back and gave him a sort of ironic shrug.


Stunned at Dumbledore’s reaction, Harry turned and looked up at the dragon. It looked different
from the ground. Being this close, Harry thought he would feel more scared or intimidated. As he
looked up he realised he had no fear of this beast.


After-all, he rather liked dragons.


“*Sonorus*,” he thought and then spoke aloud. “Dragon, what is your name?”


Harry’s echoing question boomed around the stadium.


The dragon shook its head as if trying to clear its mind.


“I’ve removed the collar that was preventing me from speaking to you. I apologise if I hurt you
when I cut through it. My name is Harry.”


The pain burned through his scar, and he knew Voldemort was losing his control over the
beast.


“I’ve only ever met two dragons before, but you are by far the most impressive.”


The dragon calmed a little and looked straight down at him. Harry thought he saw an intelligence
behind the fierce eyes.


“One was just a baby,” continued Harry, hoping madly that his calm voice would pacify the
dragon. “His name was Norbert. The other was a Hungarian Horntail but I never knew her name.”


“My name is Kales,” said the beast, flames blasting out as he spoke. “I do not remember
travelling to these lands.”


“That is because you were possessed by a dark wizard called Voldemort.”


The dragon lowered his head and peered at Harry. He could feel the heat as he breathed.


“How do you come to speak by tongue?”


Harry was completely thrown by this question. He thought he was speaking normally.


“Voldemort tried to kill me when I was a child. His curse went wrong and I got some of his
skills. I can speak to snakes too so I assume that’s why. We are still linked somehow. I can see
what he sees and feels sometimes.”


The dragon surveyed the damage surrounding him and looked closely at Dumbledore.


“I am grateful for what you have done, young Harry. I will therefore not kill you.”


“Er, thanks,” said Harry grinning. “Could you also not kill anyone else here?”


“I’ll consider it.”


“It’s not nice being controlled or used by someone else is it? Voldemort has tried to possess
me. He tried to make me kill someone very special to me.”


“Voldemort is dead. He died a while ago.”


“He’s back. He was controlling you.”


“You say you are linked?”


“Yes. Would you like to, er, have a word with him?” hesitated Harry.


Kales lowered his enormous head and stared directly at him. Their minds touched and Harry felt
the panic in Voldemort’s head. Pain seared across his scare as Kales spoke powerfully in both their
minds.


“You summoned me from a spirit world against my will. I will not harm you in this world, for
anything I do to you here will also hurt the boy. Know this, as much as this boy is your mortal
enemy, I am your immortal enemy. When this boy has finished toying with you he’ll deliver you to
me. I can wait a while longer. In the meantime, *enjoy the heat*.”


Voldemort’s scream echoed through Harry’s mind before the link dulled. Harry grabbed his head,
laughing despite the searing pain.


“Ha! You made him set himself on fire!” shouted Harry.


Kales sniffed Harry.


“Did I burn you? I can smell ash.”


“Er, no. I think it’s my wand you can smell. I destroyed it getting the collar off.”


“Ah, then *you* are in *my* debt, young Harry.”


“Sorry?”


“I’m not actually a dragon, you know? Dragons can’t talk. Dragon’s wouldn’t converse with humans
even if they could. Once I too was the bearer of a wand, cut from the same holly tree as your
wand.”


“What?”


The dragon appeared to almost chuckle at Harry’s surprise.


“You may not have realised it, but when the wand finally chooses the wizard it allows the
magical properties to be absorbed into the wizard and it gets destroyed in the process. That way
the wand can never be separated from the wizard this is its true bearer.”


“Oh,” Harry managed to say, wondering how this wizard became a dragon. “Er, Kales? Would you
join us and help fight Voldemort?”


“No, but as I have enjoyed our conversation and it pleases me to have imparted some knowledge to
you, I will forbid my dragon brothers and sisters from joining forces with Voldemort. You will not
have them, but neither will he.”


“Thank you, Kales,” said Harry, “if ever you come back here know you have a friend.”


“Well, *friend*, know this. You cannot now be separated from your wand. You are free to
choose what actions you do and no one can take it away. Use the wand wisely and for good and you
will join me in Valhalla. Turn to the dark and I will drag you to hell with me.”


“Thank you for warning me.”


He crouched down and spread his enormous wings.


“It may be many years before we meet again in person. Whichever world we meet in, I expect you
to have given a good account of yourself. Live well, Boy. I’m still keeping an eye on you too,
young Albus.”


He leapt up and into the air and was suddenly gone in a loud crack.


Harry stood rooted to the spot until the sound of distant cheers made him turn back.


“Thank you, Harry,” said Dumbledore from the ground.


Harry checked that no-one else was within earshot. “Here, let me help you, *young Albus*,”
he said grinning and extending out an arm. Pulling the Headmaster from the ground, he added, “I was
worried you’d been injured.”


“No, but I considered it best not to move while you spoke with Kales. Thank you for asking him
to spare everyone, he can be volatile.”


The crowd of DA members and teachers approached quickly now that the dragon had gone.


“It’s a pity he wouldn’t join us, isn’t it”


“He may yet. He will not forgive Voldemort for manipulating him like that.”


“Was he really a wizard?”


“I’d like to think so, but only he really knows. I was only fifteen when we last met in person.
He expressed the opinion that I should stop messing about and apply myself.”


They exchanged a smile.


“Sir, what did he mean by *meet again in person*?” asked Harry.


“You’ll see,” replied Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye.




10. General Hermione
--------------------


**The Dragon**


**by** **Jardyn39**


**Part Three of “The Apprentice Piece”**


**Chapter 10: General Hermione**


Hagrid shouted, “Look, the forest!” and pointed out over the crowd of gathering people.


Several dragons were flying off out of the forest. They must have been hiding ready to attack.
Hagrid looked quite sorry to see them go.


“Cheer up Hagrid, at least they won’t have to suffer at the hands of Voldemort any more,” said
Harry smiling at him.


Hagrid shuddered at the mention of Voldemort but soon recovered.


“Suppose,” he said miserably.


At that moment a small dark haired girl hurried through the crowd and headed straight to Harry.
He recognised her at once as one of Harbinger’s dead sisters.


“It’s John, he’s badly hurt,” she said at once, “he wants to see you.”


Harry looked up at Dumbledore who looked grave.


“Please, show us where he is,” Harry asked the girl.


Harry and Dumbledore dodged through the crowd and hurried away from the Quidditch pitch. They
soon came upon the scene of a battle. Bodies were strewn around the grass at the edge of the
followers. Harry noticed they were mostly Death Eaters but at least a third appeared to be Regiment
soldiers.


The girl dropped next to the familiar blue robes of Harbinger. He was lying on the ground in
obvious pain. He had multiple injuries. The girl looked up with tears in her eyes. As Harry nodded
in understanding, she vanished.


Harbinger opened his eyes and saw Harry kneeling next to him with Dumbledore standing over his
shoulder.


He grabbed Harry’s forearm and gripped tightly.


“Fudge,” he said, desperately trying to stay conscious. “It was Fudge. Fudge.”


“We have him, John,” said Dumbledore gently, kneeling next to Harry.


“They were trying to take hostages. I think we stopped them but there were injuries I think. I’m
sorry.”


“You did splendidly, John, you have nothing to apologise about. No-one could have done more. I
am sorry you didn’t see Harry’s Apprentice Piece break, though. You helped the wand choose the
wizard.”


Harbinger had a glazed look to his eyes by now and his body appeared to relax a little although
he maintained his fierce grip on Harry’s arm. He was taking short panting breaths. Harry looked to
Dumbledore again and saw him looking sadly down at his fallen friend.


Suddenly Harbinger gave a stifled cry and Harry heard his arm break. Harry let the pain wash
over him and didn’t attempt to release his dead teacher’s hand from his arm until Professor
Flitwick was at their side, crying unreservedly. Harry prised open Harbinger’s fingers as gently as
possible and released himself.


Dumbledore put a comforting arm around Flitwick’s shoulders.


*


It appeared that the Regiment’s healers were out attending to casualties and had left just three
inexperienced trainee Healers.


Harry had found Ginny with one of them outside the Hospital tent.


“Hermione explained to you what to do. You have to assess each patient and mark them so they can
be prioritised. You can’t keep wandering off like this. People with serious injuries have to be
treated first.”


She smiled and rolled her eyes seeing Harry.


“I’m glad you’re okay, Harry,” she said wiping her forehead with a dirty hand. She was covered
in blood, although he was relieved to see it didn’t appear to be hers. “Hermione’s inside. What’s
wrong with your arm?”


“It’s just broken,” he said, defensively moving it away from her.


Ginny waved her wand towards his head and he assumed he now also had a marking.


“Go right in,” she said. “Thankfully broken limbs is just about the worst injury we’ve got left.
Mostly burns and cuts.”


He thanked her and walked into the tent.


Harry found Hermione barking orders in the Hospital tent. She was instructing people who had
volunteered to be porters, telling them that the markings on the casualties told then were and in
what priority they were to be dealt in.


He wandered over and quietly propped himself next to a trolley at what appeared to be the end of
a queue.


He amused himself for about ten minutes watching Hermione at work. Even the Regiment’s Healers,
who were now returning to treat waiting patients, quickly fell into line. Eventually, she directed
an harassed looking Healer to attend to the group Harry was waiting with.


Hermione almost ran over to him as soon as she saw him. Almost at once her disciplined,
unemotional façade slipped away.


“Harry, how long have you been waiting? The Porters should have moved you higher up.”


“I’m quite comfortable, Hermione, thanks but I’ll wait in line here.”


Hermione looked down the line at the waiting patients. They included a number of small children
from the camp and she nodded, knowing Harry would refuse to be treated ahead of them.”


The Healer got through the list of patients very quickly, confirming Harry’s suspicion that the
injuries were relatively minor.


“Oh, this is more interesting,” he said smiling at Harry. Hermione moved away to assist an
elderly patient to a chair.


“Are there many casualties?” asked Harry.


“There were several killed but injuries to survivors are generally minor,” said the Healer. “Is
that young lady a student at the school?”


“Yes, she’s a friend of mine,” said Harry smiling. “Her name’s Hermione Granger.”


“Miss Granger?” said the Healer when he had finished with Harry, his last patient. “My name is
Jameson, and I’m the Chief Regiment Healer.”


“Oh,” said Hermione, “I’m sorry if I was rude to you before.”


“Not at all. I’d like to thank you for your help. If you hadn’t prioritised our patients there
would have been many more casualties. You saved several lives today by enabling them to get
treatment in time.”


Hermione blushed and smiled.


“It’s not easy making people act rationally when everything is in chaos.”


“I felt like just panicking myself to be honest,” said Hermione. “I just thought if I
concentrated on doing something then I’d stop worrying about what else was happening.”


The Healer smiled and nodded.


“Well if you or your friend outside ever consider a career in medicine, please contact me. The
Regiment sponsors medical students and I’m sure we’d be able to offer you something. I should add,
we don’t insist that Healer enlist at the end of their training, although several do. We often
second our Healers to medical establishments around the world and it can be an attractive career
choice. Perhaps you’ll think about it?”


Hermione nodded and then smiled as they shook hands.


“If you’ll excuse me,” he said, “I think I’d better go and rescue my staff from your red headed
friend before she court-marshal’s them!”


He left the tent and Harry saw that Hermione was giving serious consideration to what he
said.


“You’d make a good healer, Hermione,” he said smiling, “although I don’t quite see you in the
army though.”


“No?” she replied smiling, “I rather like the sound of General Hermione.”


As they exited the tent the smiles left their faces almost at once.


Regiment stretcher bearers were returning. Already there were a few victims laid out before
them, their heads and faces covered by a variety of cloths and robes. Hermione clutched Harry’s arm
and they made their way back to the castle.




11. Dreaming with the Guardian
------------------------------


**The Dragon**


**by Jardyn39**


**Part Three of “The Apprentice Piece”**


**Chapter 11: Dreaming with the Guardian**


It was very late before a sombre group of Gryffindors helped themselves to some cold food in the
common room. The Great Hall was being used as a makeshift ward for those students that Madam
Pomfrey wanted to keep for observation.


They were relieved to find out that no students had been killed. There were many minor injuries
but only a few students had anything more serious.


Harry stared at the plate of food in front of him. He’d really just taken it for something to
do. He should have been hungry but he had no appetite.


Hermione had spent most of the evening going around speaking words of comfort. Even those
students who hadn’t suffered injuries were clearly shocked by what had happened. Harry noted with
some pride that Hermione had stepped into this role having realised that the Head Girl was in no
emotional condition to do so.


Wanting something to do, Harry went down to the kitchens and with Dobby’s help brought back hot
drinks for everyone. They stoked up the fire and everyone sat together down in the common room.


Most people managed to doze off before Professor McGonagall came silently into the common
room.


Harry immediately got up and offered her his seat on a settee. Hermione felt Harry move and sat
up, stretching and smiling.


Professor McGonagall sat down on the settee and Harry sat at Hermione’s feet.


After a while sitting in silence, Professor McGonagall said in a quiet, carrying voice,
“Conversing with dragons is considered even worse than speaking to snakes, you know?”


Harry snorted. So did quite a few people Harry had assumed were sound asleep.


“Sorry, Professor,” Harry whispered, returning her smile.


“Tell me what happened,” she said gently. Harry noticed that those that were awake were giving
prods to those that were asleep. He realised that Professor McGonagall intended everyone to hear
this.


He cleared his throat, looked deep into the dying embers of the fire, and began telling what
happened. The room was dark now, and Harry found it easier to imagine that only Professor
McGonagall and Hermione were listening.


He made an effort to tell everything, including his fears and feelings at the time.


He told them of the terrible guilt he felt when he believed Ginny and Hermione had been taken.
He told of the bravery shown by the DA members. Yet again Neville had kept a level head and Harry
made sure he told not only of his actions during the fighting but also how he’d warned him about
Fudge. He told of his pride seeing Ginny and Hermione brow beating the Healers to make sure
injuries were prioritised and told them all the Chief Healer’s compliments. Finally he told them
about the dragon and how he realised Voldemort was controlling him.


Professor McGonagall stayed with them. Eventually, Harry too dozed off.


*


Harry found himself in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. There was no sign of any damage caused
by the attack but bizarrely the grass was almost completely covered with tables and desks.


Hermione was there too but sleeping. She was in the middle of the pitch, sleeping with her head
on her arms and laying on an enormous book, almost as big as the table.


He set off towards her, realising that this must be a dream.


Harry reached her eventually and thought about waking her before noticing the book she was
resting on. The pages of the open book showed images. Harry realised they were frantic images of
Hermione’s day during the attack and then again after at the field hospital.


As the images became more and more fraught, so did the sleeping Hermione. Instinctively he
gently touched her shoulder and said, “Calm down, Hermione, you could not have done any more.
No-one could have.”


Her sleeping figure seemed to relax at the sound of his words.


“I thought you’d never fall asleep, young Harry,” said a deep booming voice behind him.


Harry turned with a start and found himself looking at Kales.


“Hi,” he said uncertainly.


“Do you often dream of this Guardian?” asked Kales.


“Er, sometimes,” said Harry, not sure why he was embarrassed by the question.


“Now that the wand has chosen the wizard, I’ve come to tell you about your wand,” explained
Kales. “She knows most of the story but in a moment I’ll ask you to wake her into your dream. First
though, I’m afraid I must confirm some bad news.”


“I can’t use the wand to fight Voldemort, can I?” said Harry.


“Not if you want to defeat him, no,” said Kales. “You will never achieve your potential for good
if you allow yourself to sink to his level. I’m glad you realise this. It will not be easy and
victory may come at a terrible price for you.”


“Another prophecy?” asked Harry.


The dragon snorted and enormous flames erupted from its nostrils. If it hadn’t been a dream,
Harry thought he would have been burned alive.


“No prophecy, boy,” said Kales, “I don’t accept that they truly exist.”


Harry smiled.


“Is there any advice you can give me?”


“Well, to be honest, none of the previous wand bearers have ever received their wands in quite
the same circumstances.”


Harry nodded in understanding.


“All I can really advise is this. You are not ready to believe it yet, but Voldemort fears you
and is right to fear you. Young Albus’ motives are good. He is trying to protect you and allow you
to grow in the hope and belief that you’ll have time to master enough of your potential. As in all
things, some skills will come easily, others not. Make full use of those that wish to help you
learn. The wand will help you in this.”


Harry considered these words.


“By the way, you didn’t learn to speak to me from Voldemort. The wand woke that skill in you
when it chose you. Now, wake the Guardian.”


“Kales, why do you call Hermione the Guardian?”


“Look at the book,” he replied.


Harry looked at the open book Hermione was resting on. It showed a small tree in a forest grove.
It was a holly tree. It was *his* holly tree. Just then the scene dissolved and Harry found
himself watching himself and Kales on the Quidditch pitch surrounded by desks.


“Will she tend the tree?” guessed Harry


“No,” replied Kales, “only non-magical people may tend it. It won’t grow if a wizard or witch
touches it. Wake her gently.”


Harry gently stroked Hermione’s back and whispered for her to wake.


She opened her eyes sleepily and lifted her head. The book pages faded and became blank.


Hermione smiled seeing Harry and then she looked around.


“We’re in a dream, Hermione, don’t be alarmed.”


“A dream?” she repeated sleepily.


“I’d like to introduce you to a friend,” said Harry, taking Hermione’s hand. “This is Kales, and
he wants to finish the story of my Apprentice Piece.”


“Hello, Kales,” she said. “I’ve dreamt of you before.”


Kales bowed deeply, saying, “I’m flattered you remember, my Lady.”


“I can understand Hermione being a *Lady* but how come I’m just a *Boy*, Kales?” asked
Harry with a small grin.


“Hm,” said Kales, “I see young Albus isn’t alone in thinking he can cheek me. Now are you going
to let me tell the story or not?”


*


Harry woke to find the sun streaming into the common room. He was lying on his back in front of
the fireplace with Hermione curled up by his side. She stirred almost at once.


Gingerly, they both sat up.


Harry looked around the room. Most people were still asleep. Professor McGonagall was chatting
happily to Parvati and Neville, who were sitting very close to each other.


“Hermione, I just had a dream about a dragon,” whispered Harry.


“Me too!” said Hermione, beaming at him.


At that moment the portrait hole opened and in came Ron followed by Lavender, Ginny and Dobby.
Each carried an enormous tray and as the irresistible smell of cooked breakfast spread across the
room, everyone appeared to stir.


Harry was suddenly starving. He got up and extended a hand to help Hermione up as Dobby clicked
his fingers. A long line of tables with white tablecloths instantly appeared. Another click and hot
food appeared on heated silver platters together with heated plates and cutlery.


Ron, looking a little disgruntled muttered, “Dobby, you might have mentioned you could do that
before we carried all these trays from the kitchens.”


“But Sir would not have had anything to eat along the way!” replied Dobby, beaming.


“Good point,” Ron conceded.


Harry snorted and Dobby came over to Harry and Hermione, beaming at them.


“Dobby is glad Harry Potter and Miss Hermione are alright,” he said.


They smiled back at him and Hermione asked, “How’s Winky? Were there any house elves
injured?”


“No house elves were injured, Miss. The fighting didn’t reach the castle, but we were ready!” he
replied. “Winky was a little shaken though,” he added a little sadly.


Harry made a mental note to ask Dobby later what he meant. Clearly the house elves were
organised to defend the castle. It made sense. They were very magical and would be very effective
fighters. Harry worried, however, that it might be the house elf enslavement that would have forced
them to fight rather than volunteer.


“I’m very glad none of you were hurt,” said Hermione, and from her tone he was sure she had just
wondered the same thing.


“Breakfast, Hermione?” said Harry, “I think we should hurry before Ron gets his appetite
back.”


Harry realised that Hermione was trying to straighten her bushy hair and make her clothes
neater. He had to admit to himself, she was quite a sight. Her hair was all over the place and her
robes were dirty. He knew he was in a similar state.


“You look great, Hermione, honestly,” Harry whispered, smiling at her. “Let’s have something to
eat and then get cleaned up after. You need to eat.”


Hermione looked uncertainly back but finally smiled and nodded before following Harry over to
the food.


*


After breakfast, Ron sidled over to Harry and muttered, “Hey, Harry. Let’s avoid the queues to
the showers. Prefect’s bathroom.”


Harry looked around. He didn’t really want to take advantage of his badge. After all, he wasn’t
really a prefect anymore. On the other hand, he desperately wanted to wash.


“I’m afraid that won’t be possible, Mr Weasley,” said Professor McGonagall loudly from across
the room.


Harry was stunned that she had even heard Ron.


“Sorry, Professor?” said Ron, trying to sound innocent.


“Miss Granger has commandeered the Prefect’s Bathroom for the Gryffindor girls, so you won’t be
able to use the facilities in there until they have finished. I’m sure you understand.”


As she spoke Harry realised that all of the girls had gone from the common room.


At that moment a slightly red faced Hermione lead a single file of female students from their
Dormitory door, down the stairs and out of the portrait hole. Each clutched a towel and a toiletry
bag. It seemed to take a while for them all to pass through.


“They’ll be *hours*!” complained Ron loudly.


“*Days*, possibly, Ron,” quipped Ginny with a wicked grin, as she passed.


END OF PART THREE

**Summary of Part
Four: The Sword of Light**

After the battle, the dragon named Kales returns to Harry and introduces him to a new way of
travelling undetected. This leads to a shocking discovery that not even the attentions of First Aid
Club members and Snape can distract him from. Battling his own conscience, Harry needs a weapon to
fight Voldemort’s unseen agents from the shadows. After Harry is stabbed and poisoned, the DA
battles to protect Dumbledore and Hermione. At the same time in another world Harry stands alone,
fighting the creatures coming out of the darkness to attack his friends as they fight and fall.
Completed.

**Summary of Part
Five: The Accord**

Two unwelcome visitors arrive at the school and announce that a wizard will arrive shortly to
challenge Flamel, the eldest member of a group of sorcerers that guard Hogwarts’ greatest secret.
Can Hermione cope with any more House disunity, Crookshanks’ new look and Harry’s determination to
fight the charismatic challenger in place of the ailing Flamel? Completed.



