Harry Potter - Hellion!

 

Draco and Harry made their way to the kitchen. Harry sat on the floor, much to Draco’s surprise. Itsy looked at the boy, surprised, but said nothing. She could feel the power from the boy and decided that, after all, if mistress did not say anything, it was not her place to say anything either. Draco looked up at his mother, who nodded at the unasked question. Draco joined the strange boy on the floor, where Itsy lay a big plate of cookies for them.

"Itsy, give Draco his unbreakable glass with milk, and a big cup of milk to the boy. Do not react to how he drinks or eats, for Merlin’s sake. He is wild."

Itsy did as she was told, and watched. The boy and Draco exchanged cookies, feeding each other, much to Narcissa’s surprise. Draco had never shared anything with anyone before. Then as Draco tried to drink from his glass, spilling the milk all over himself, she saw Harry take a look at the cup of milk, try to lap it, and change to a big saber-tooth cat to lap the milk up. Once the feline had done its job, cleaning the dish, it turned to Draco and licked him clean, like a mother cat does to her kitten. Draco laughed his heart out, especially when the huge ‘kitten’ licked his bum and genitals clean. That action shocked everyone in the kitchen! Once done, the feline pulled Draco between its paws, and enveloped him with his body, purring noisily. Draco quickly fell asleep, snoring gently away.

"Itsy, never mention the boy to anyone."

"Yes mistress."

Dobby knew without being asked that this was part of the confidence his Mistress had extended to him and he included this tidbit to the ‘keep between your ears’ things mentioned the previous evening.

---

Later that afternoon, Draco moved, and stood up, helping himself by pulling on the kitten’s fur. Once up, he hugged the kitten and looked at him with love in his eyes.

"You, boy-kitten?"

In answer, Harry returned to his human form and answered with a question of his own: "Boy-kitten?"

"I think Master Draco is surprised you can change form, changing from human boy to a cat, also known as feline, or, for young cats, kittens," explained Dobby. "And he seems to have forgotten he saw you as a fish, and as a bird earlier today."

"Fish? Bird?"

"A fish is what lives in water; a bird is one of the many life-forms that can fly, or ‘walk’ in the air."

"Oh. Yes, I can fly. And swim too. Can you not?" he asked Draco.

"Daddy is supposed to teach me. He is going to buy me a training broom."

"What is a ‘training broom’?" asked Harry, looking at Dobby for an explanation.

"Draco can not fly on his own; so he must use a tool, an aid, to fly: a broom. The one he will be using can not fly very high, maybe six feet, so if he falls or loses control he will not get hurt too much."

"I can not wait!"

"For the broom?"

"No, to fly. It must be great!"

"Let us go out. I do not like being in a closed-up place."

"A house," said Draco. "Okay. You coming, Dobby?"

"Yes Master Draco. Do you want clothes?"

"No! If my friend can go without, so can I!"

---

The three left for the back yard, as Narcissa watched from the room next to the exit door. Her cousin had been right on the dot concerning Lord Potter: he was a child of nature, a wild and free spirit. How she envied his youth, dispensed with all the social conventions that even had babies wear fancy clothes. She felt relieved, in a way, that Draco had befriended Harry, as it might eventually relieve him of the nefarious influence of his deceased father. As she watched, she saw a strange thing happen.

"You want to fly?"

"Yes, very much!"

"And you?" asked Harry to Dobby.

"I must go where Master Draco goes," answered the house-elf, not really understanding where Harry was headed with his questioning.

"Stand behind ‘Master’ and hold shoulders."

Dobby stood behind Draco, and did as told. Suddenly there was a bird standing in front of Draco, which backed between his spread legs, and less the a second later, Draco and Dobby found themselves sitting on the back of a fairly well-sized juvenile Dragon, the Hungarian Horntail that had brought the area to the muggle’s attention.

"Sit between wings" the two passengers heard in their mind as clear as if the dragon had spoken. Draco and Dobby sat, Dobby holding to Draco for dear life. Once the passengers were correctly seated, Harry took off at a run and with a flap of his powerful wings, lifted above the forty feet tall row of pines, climbing progressively to five hundred feet before leveling off.

"It is warm between my legs!" said Draco.

"Me breath fire to hunt, or protect self and friends."

Narcissa was in a panic! Draco was flying on a dragon, of all things! A friendly dragon, but a dragon nonetheless.

---

Below, in the forest, the dragon’s passage did not go unnoticed. Neither did it get missed by a RAF Harrier team sent to help the SAS team trace the elusive Lord Potter! The Harrier moved to one thousand feet, and suddenly lost the dragon in a cloud cover. When it exited said cloud cover, the two Harriers found, to their horror, that the dragon was flying between them, and that one strange-looking being, accompanied by a platinum-haired boy, was riding on the dragon’s back!

"RAF-DS-20 to DS-Command!"

"Report!"

"Dragon found. Carrying two passengers, a strange being with floppy ears, wearing a tea towel tied in a toga, and... a nude boy. I must be getting tired."

A muted exchange the pilots could not understand happened in the background.

"Our information officer says the strange-looking one is a house-elf. The other one is unidentified. Do not endanger anyone."

"We do not intend to. The boy is waving at us, saying bye-bye I guess. Yep, the dragon dived and turned on its wing, heading back where it came from. We are following, staying behind, one mile."

---

In the forest, the SAS members listened to the radio report.

"That dragon is carrying a house-elf and a boy. Wonder where they come from."

"The Malfoy Manor, where else?" said Sirius. "Let us go back. Hope we can get there before the dragon returns."

The group made a run for it, the mages using teleportation to speed things up for the muggles without leaving them behind. As they neared the last ridge before the house, where the wards were set, they saw the dragon gently glide in for a landing overhead.

"I was right!" exclaimed Sirius. "We should have left Narcissa a means to communicate with us in case Harry came back! Hindsight is always twenty - twenty!"

---

As the dragon landed, Narcissa came running out, afraid. The Dragon slowly set on his belly, and told Dobby to bring Draco down to the ground. Once this was done, the Dragon stood up.

"Did you enjoy the ride, friend?"

"Yes! Oh, yes!"

"I must leave now. Some people are coming to find me, and I do not want to be found. They are not bad people, friend, just they think they know what I need and that I am too young to be let free. I do not want to live in a cage. Your house is beautiful, friend, and it protects you, but it is a cage. I will not live in a cage, however beautiful its looks. A cage is a cage. And I must hunt the bad ones to protect friends. They may come and if I am not killing them, you could get hurt. Nature is hunt or be hunted. I will hunt so you do not become hunted."

"Will I see you again?"

"Yes. You are friend. You in trouble, think of dragon friend and I will be there. You too, friend with big ears. Do not forget! World dangerous place, and friends need friends. I will be there for you. Good-bye and do not be sad, Ice dragon will remind you of me, as is image of me."

"Good-bye Dragon-boy. Come back often. Home will always be here for you."

Draco and Dobby backed away toward Narcissa, as the dragon took off northward, passing low enough over the ridge to throw everyone on the ground with his wingbeat downdraft. Then, out of sight, it vanished from the radar of the Harrier, turned on its wings, and ported to the Channel, diving into the sea to convert into its Megalodon form. It made its way across the watery obstacle, and, upon reaching Calais, it took the occasion to jump out of the water, surprising a few boaters before disappearing as it changed to that of a sparrow and fly inland. Both events were reported but it took several days for an analyst to link them together with the sudden disappearance of the dragon.

---

Meanwhile, at the Manor, Narcissa described what had transpired at the Malfoy residence.

"So, Harry showed up, befriended Draco, saved his life, shared food with him, gave him a tongue-bath worthy of a mother cat taking care of her kitten, took him flying, and then left?" Does it cover everything?"

"In short, yes, Cousin."

"And he said to Draco, from the explanations you could extract from a two-year old, that Harry feels he and you are in danger, and that he plans to do something about it?"

"Yes, Lord Black."

"If I was a death-eater, or for that matter, anyone with evil intentions, I would do in my breeches," said Alice. "That predator is very unforgiving."

"And he promised Draco and your house-elf that he will be back, but not when."

"Yes, Sirius."

"There is nothing we can do, I guess. Commander, contact our comptroller, and give the report. My friends and I must report to her Majesty. I hope she had a peaceful day. I have seen her in a bad one, and that is not something I am eager to redo, especially with that news."

"Yes, Sir."

"Commander?"

The muggle officer turned to Frank.

"Have every military attaché, spy, and what not comb the local news of their respective territory for unexpected events, sightings, and other circumstances out of the normal mundane range of what is expected. Anything. And have it collated and forwarded to us, as quickly as possible."

"Yes, Sir."

"Narcissa, would you and Draco like to experience one of the ways mundanes fly? I expect we should be picked up shortly by one of these means."

"Lord Black is correct, we are expecting a Chinook helicopter to pick us up and bring us to a helipad near our base. Your elf, son and yourself would not add much weight to the load."

"That is new. I never flew in a helicopter. I was expecting something like a Harrier."

"Harriers are more costly and are used very rarely for what they were used today, Sir. Usually it is helicopters that do the brunt of short-range military transports, mostly Hueys, but we are too numerous for one."

"Okay, I will never turn down a new experience. And I am sure your son will enjoy it. After all, he seemed to enjoy his dragon ride, from the radio report."

"Just pray he will tolerate clothes, Sirius. I suspect I lost the battle for modesty with him since Harry corrupted his moral fiber."

"That, Narcissa, is the best prank I have ever seen. Harry sure keeps the high standards of pranking his dad set in Hogwarts!"

---

A few minutes later, the typical sound of a low-flying helicopter was heard. It landed in the back yard, guided by radio communications, as it could not see the house and its grounds due to the wards. The pilots were shocked at the sudden change from dense forest to open fields and grounds once they got to tree-tops. Dobby kept Draco in a tight grip and ported his charge on-board rather than allow the nude boy to walk under the spinning double rotors. The soldiers and the mages made it to the wide sliding door to see Draco asking the pilots tons of questions. Once everyone was tied up, the second-in-command tied Draco between his legs and they were off. The flight was short, too short for Draco, and too long for Dobby and Narcissa, both of which did not share Draco’s enthusiasm for flying, be they muggle or otherwise.

Once off the helicopter, the military took a mini-bus to their base, while the mages ported to Buckingham Palace. The Queen had been busy that day, distributing orders. And she had approved Frank’s suggestion, making it a Royal Order. Things were being set up in a rarely-used room of the palace to the Lords’ and Her benefit, including maps of every country, a world map which already carried a red tack, right where Malfoy Manor was.

---

After swearing fealty to the Crown, Narcissa was added to the team officially.

"I wonder what happened to my sister," said Narcissa around a cookie.

"What is her name?"

"Bellatrix, she married a Lestrange."

The Queen pulled out a rather thick booklet, with the sigil of the Grimm Reaper on its cover. She then opened it to Black, and found Bellatrix.

"She died fighting Our troops," the Queen said coldly.

"I expected no less. She was a fanatic and would never have backed down, even if God himself had ordered it."

The question was never raised again. By then Alice was experiencing similar problems with her son, Neville, that Narcissa was having with Draco. Off flew clothes faster than they could put them on the budding nudists. And Shawn Turnpike was doing the same, even if he was older. Sirius and Remus were on the floor, rolling over in uncontrollable fits of laughter as each piece took to the air.

"You two are great help, encouraging them with your hysterical laughter," said Alice, pissed off at the two men.

"What can I say? Lord Potter strikes again! Harry’s sense of humor is as contagious as his dad’s was."

"Admit defeat, ladies. That is all I can say," added Remus.

"And you should know boys: if you have it, flaunt it!" added a snickering Frank Longbottom.

"One man is not likely to flaunt it willingly is Dumbledore. It seems the rats have taken a taste to sausage with a side-dish of nuts," said the Queen, shocking the adults in the room, especially Narcissa, whom had discounted Lord Black’s report of the hospitality of the muggle Queen. "I wonder how long he can keep up with their voracious appetite."

"As long as he has the will to focus his magic on healing his body. That alone must consume most if not all of it. He must fear death even more than Voldemort to put up such a fight to stay alive. I would use magic to stop breathing rather than put up with that pain," Frank said.

"He must really value himself, since he still eats and does not drop a single crumb. He did try controlling the jailer, but the guy does not have the keys to the manacles, and the arm bands are soldered to the wall, so, even if he did get the manacles unlocked, he would not be able to move to trigger apparation. My mages were responsible for the setup and very thorough."

"Be aware he is a master at wand-less magic, your Majesty. He also can do silent casting."

"Maybe, but the moment he manages to move a single member, be it a leg or an arm, away from the wall, he gets gassed with chlorine at high pressure. That is a death sentence for any oxygen breather, as chlorine binds more quickly and more tightly than oxygen to the chemoreceptors of the molecule that carries oxygen throughout the body. My chemists explained it to me when we selected the canister contents to tie up to the pressure triggers. Fifty thousand liters of liquified chlorine stored at five hundred atmosphere, enough to fill the lower reaches of the tower in 0.25 seconds flat. We have no intention of letting that traitor escape his fate any time soon."

"And how is the cleanup going, your Majesty?"

"To be honest, We were surprised at how stubborn mages can be. You lost a third of your population to the axe. And a good half had only one heir, which is strange. We thought you might have more, given how long you live."

"There are many reasons for this, your Majesty, but one of the most evident is greed. Many did not want to see their hard-amassed riches being dispersed by having too many children lay claim to their hard-earned nest of eggs, plural being for irony. This had unplanned effects, one of which that our numbers, at least in the so-called pure-blood community, diminished due to childhood sicknesses and accidents," explained Frank.

"I wish the doctor in the group of muggles had accompanied us here. He seemed to know things even our healers are ignorant of."

"Whom was it?"

"A certain Bones," replied Sirius.

The Queen lifted a phone, and quickly spoke: "I want to see Dr Bones, SAS, that was assigned to the DS ground team this morning in my offices. Immediately, you idiot, not in a week!" She then slammed the phone back on its cradle, to turn to the mages. "If We bother calling, We expect immediate response. Do you suffer the same shortcoming?"

"Probably worse, as most of our government was run by lazy bums more interested in power plays than in delivering anything for public benefit."

"Hey! Amelia has a brother!" said Frank. "Did she not say he was a mundane of some repute?"

"I have been thinking the same," said Sirius. "When we meet him, we should ask. He seemed to be a bit too knowledgeable about our world for someone of pure mundane origin."

"And it would be a strange coincidence if these two were related!" said the Queen. "There are many Bones to pick from."

Sirius laughed! "Bone-picking is my specialty!" he said, changing to his Dog form to prove his point.

"Get back to form, you long-winded flea-bag!" exclaimed Remus.

"It is not his wind that is long, it is his hair, and he is carpeting the floor with it! Sirius, you are shedding you winter hair on the Queen’s carpet!"

Sirius returned to his human form, much to the unabated fascination of the Queen.

An hour later, a Huey helicopter landed on the grounds of Buckingham Palace, to discharge a fully dressed to the nines Doctor Bones, before taking off. He was escorted with utmost respect by the Royal guards: SAS Military Officers were not common visitors to the palace, especially one with Victoria Cross, George Cross, and other high-level medals on his left front pectoral. Once the Officer was delivered, one of the escorts commented, on their way back:

"If he ever falls in the river, he will drown: There was enough metal there to keep him under!"

"Jealous ass!"

The other snickered.

"Maybe, but I would not like to live with his nightmares. That guy seems to have been in every shit-hole we got involved in since Korea, and still walks straight as a steel rod. And I wonder what is that new gold bar on purple ribbon?"

"I did some research... There is a new one, related to that Dragon the military are looking for. If my memory is correct, he was part of the search team. There is a whole slew of new dead-weights, some dating to King Arthur Pendragon, that got reactivated."

---

Off in Bulgaria, Rosier was busy tracking Voldemort, not getting any closer. Each time he got a lead, it proved to be several months old. The Master seemed to be having the move-around worm in the ass, and never stay in the same place more than a day or two.

---

Harry flew across the strait of Gibraltar, then came back, to fly with the Sirocco over the Mediterranean Sea, hitting the tip of the Italian boot first, before flying to Greece. There, he collided with Hydra, whose head collection was found a week later by muggles, strewn on the rocky beach of the Aegean Sea where she had been living in a cave since her defeat in the hands of Heracles. It had taken her body several thousand years to rebuild a head, and then several hundred more to add another, to finally rebuild her twelve heads to their former glory. She had learned her lesson from that meeting, so she had kept to her little cave, which reeked of her evilness. It was this evilness that had called to Harry, as he intended to keep his promise and protect his friend. The Hydra never stood a chance as she fought Harry: He moved quickly in his Phoenix form, transforming into his dragon right over her and letting his body mass do the work. Once there was no head left, Harry systematically ingested the body, and burned the members with a mighty belch. There was nothing left to rebuild from. Rest in Hell, Hydra, not that Harry knew the name. Fish, no chips. It took a week for the fact to reach the tracking team and, by then, Harry had left the region, killing a dozen death-eaters that had taken refuge in the area as a side-show before taking off.