The Shattered Window of Orthetain

Chapter 2.

Olethis was crying in a corner, pounding the wall with his bare fists.

His crying was echoed through the hall in with he was crouching.

Lifeless and cold his mothers dead body lay next to him, it was slashed at the throat.

A dark shadow loomed over the both of them, hostile and morbid it seemed to be the source of what had killed Olethis’ mother.

The shadow was a man, or more like a wizard, you could never tell who was who in this day and age, for the magical community had grown so much to acting like Muggle’s.

The wizard was a wizened old man but he still had a great amount of magical strength behind him.

Olethis stopped crying, wiped his tears away, stood up and yelled ‘I hate you Grindelwald.’

*

In Little Whinging there was a castle, not a large castle mind and not even an old castle.

It was made in 1984 as an attraction for tourists but since none had come it was closed down by the local council.

It stood on a hill next to a stream flowing down; there was a large field of grass to the north of the castle and a small forest to the east.

There had not been anybody in the castle for years, until now.

Harry Potter had broke into the castle and was walking around with his head down and his eyes closed.

He had walked around the castle for many weeks now and he knew his way around.

He walked past a knight in armour and laughed, these pathetic Muggle knights were a great deal different compared to the ones at Hogwarts.

There was a great deal of graffiti on the walls, it was written well Harry thought.

He had entered a hall, not as big as the Great Hall of course but a great deal smaller.

He walked over to a nearby window and stood thinking of Sirius.

Harry had come to this castle every day since he had come back from Hogwarts.

Looking out onto the cold desolate London ground he saw a group of tourists drive past in a car and then…

‘Hey, Big D, do you reckon he’s in here?’

‘Of course he is, I saw him come in, and besides, what can he do to us.’

‘You say that as if you mean something.’

It wasn’t the shock of hearing Dudley and his gang entering the castle, it was more of a shock to see what he had seen out of the window.

Carefully, he walked over to the door and listened carefully to the grumbles outside.

Before Harry could react the wall behind him smashed open, Harry looked behind him and cried out loud.

It seemed not to notice Harry but luckily Harry had noticed it.

It was twelve feet tall with a long neck and a huge pair of wings. It was green and its teeth were all a meter long.

It roared, a loud, deadly roar, which Dudley and his gang heard, there were a few whimpers and a yell.

Harry plunged towards the dragon with his wand above his head.

‘Stupefy’ he yelled, but to no avail, the spell bounced harmlessly off the dragon's thick hide.

It had now smashed through into the next room where Dudley and his gang were, Harry stepped in behind the dragon and before he could think, his mind went black.

                    *

There was screaming, a billow of yells and Harry woke.

He was not in Privet Drive or anywhere else he could think of.

He was lying in a bed, it was warm and conferral, and there was a table next to him with an empty pot on.

He looked ahead and saw a ward; he now knew where he was, St.Mungos.

A female healer rushed over to him when she saw that he was awake, and started sweating with what looked like immense relief.

‘Thank Merlin you’re alright, oh….drink this up,’

She pulled something from a chest of drawers to the left and gave it to Harry, it was a warm bottle, and he drank it and became really refreshed.

‘Listen then, I want you to come with me and we’ll get you checked up.’

She pulled Harry out of bed and rushed down the corridor.

He passed the most bizarre people he had ever seen.

There was a man growing a huge horn out of the middle of his forehead, reading the daily Prophet and further on there was a little old lady with a large tail, which kept knocking things over, and a pair of highly active wings that couldn’t keep still.

The healer pulled Harry into a room and put him up against the wall.

She pulled out her wand and measured him, his ears, arms and even the back of his head.

She then made Harry stand on a pair of scales for five minutes.

Harry was tired and he had no idea what was going on.

‘Right then, Mr. Potter…could you explain what happened to you that afternoon?’

So Harry told her.

He told of Dudley and his gang looking for him in the castle. Then he told of how he saw the dragon fly over the suburbs and smash through the wall of the castle, and finally he told of the Stupefy spell backfiring, but he couldn’t remember anymore.

‘You’re lucky that the Ministry was tracking that dragon… Oh dear I’ve said too much. Come on, let’s get you back to bed, shall we?’

She rushed Harry out of the room, along the corridor and when he reached his bed the most unusual group of people greeted him.

Mad Eye Moody was sitting in a group with, Tonks, Lupin and Mr Weasley.

Moody stood up and greeted Harry, as did Tonks and Lupin, Mr Weasley, however, stood silent.

‘Mr Weasley are you alright?’ Harry asked climbing into his bed.

But Mr Weasley did not answer and Harry looked from Moody to Lupin asking for an explanation.

‘Don’t mind him,’ Moody said ‘He’s just a bit... a bit upset because Ron and Mrs Weasley have gone missing.’

‘What? Where’s Ron? Where is he?’ Harry yelled but he got no answer, only a stern look from a passing healer, who looked as if he was asking him to keep quiet.

‘That’s the problem see, Harry,' Tonks replied 'we don’t know where they are. It seems Arthur arrived home a few days ago and they were gone.’

Harry slowly thought and then asked ‘Have you gone looking for them?’

‘We would,’ replied Lupin ‘But we don’t know which direction they went.’

And with that a healer came over with a steaming potion.

‘Here, get that down you.’ he said and Harry sipped it, it was very hot.

Slowly Harry’s eyes began to close and before he knew it he was asleep.

                    *

Harry woke, yet he did not know what time it was.

He put his glasses on and looked around.

It was very dark and also very cold, healers rushed around whispering to each other, luckily none had noticed that Harry was awake.

Harry put his head back on the pillow, but it didn’t last much longer, because all of a sudden, there was a crash from outside the wing.

Healers nearby rushed outside and dragged something in, …something with red hair…Ron?

But it wasn’t Ron, no…it was… ‘She took an awful bump to the head, look at that I don’t know how she got that…’

‘And that will be hard to get rid of, come on, let’s put her on the bed.’

Three of the Healers lifted the person onto the opposite bed and left muttering about treatments and medicines.

And it was then, that Harry saw who it was, it was Mrs Weasley.