The Spirit of the Dragon

Chapter1

Help from the Order of the Dragon.

 Harry’s summer was uneventful. The months seemed to meld together into one horrible mass. Sirius’s death still weighed heavily in his heart. Then the Summer ended, and he was finally back at the Hogwarts, but something was different. The whole Order of the Phoenix was stationed outside of its gates along with Fluffy the three-headed dog and a giant spider. He thought that they were there to guard the castle until he went into the castle, but before anyone could say anything Dumbledore made an announcement.

“Welcome back students, to combat the recent events I have enlisted help from the Order of the Dragon which is an American group formed to combat the dark wizard Asmodeus, and they have reached their goal of destroying him. To my right is Bob Ravenloft who is the leader of the Order and will be our new Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor.”

Professor Ravenloft bore a strong resemblance to Sirius which had Harry hopeful for a moment and after that he sank back into his usual state of despair. Dumbledore continued.

“You may wonder why there is a small army outside of teachers, other wizards and beasts outside. The answer is that we have another member of The Order of the Dragon here. He will be able to attend Hogwarts for one year if he can breach our defenses.”

“Ha!” exclaimed Bob.

“You will need more then a small army to keep him away.”

“We shall see,” said Dumbledore quietly.

 A deafening roar rang through the night. There were people screaming in fear. The sounds of badly wounded animals and that same deafening roar were all that the students could hear. Bob was slouching in his chair with a smirk on his face. The next sound was the sound of explosions as loud as sonic booms. Hermione knew what this was and she told the others that it was the force curse which sends a wave of energy toward the target and that being hit with it was like being hit by a train. After that they could hear shouts of things like “how do we stop it,” and “what devilry is this,” then silence. The doors opened and a strange being walked in. He was clearly not human with his white hair, reddish orange eyes, horns, sharp fangs, claws and strange skin which seemed to be stretched tightly over his muscles. He was covered in blood and wore the tattered remains of a cloak on his body. Everyone seemed to be at a loss for words and the silence was broken by Bob who greeted the creature.

“How was their little test, Arato?”

“Pretty tough.” Arato talked and his voice was like fire.

 “I had to use stage three. First I transformed and Cerberus pounced at me, I jumped through him and landed on the spider and impaled it. After that I endured many force curses and knocked out all of the human opponents. I then healed the creatures and walked in here.”

“Why are you in stage one and not in your human form?” questioned Bob.

“I wanted to make a dramatic entrance and by the way could you throw me a new cloak?”

Bob threw him a cloak and he left the Great Hall. Dumbledore started the feast and nobody said anything while they ate.