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The Dragon Seeker	By : LuckySnape Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: If J.K. Had thought up a character like Lucky, she would have put her in the first five books. So I guess this means that I don�t own them. I barely own a DVD player and a copy of the first two movies. Try and take them and I will cut off your hand and feed it to my boyfriend�s turtle. Who just happens to be named Mad Eye Moody. And is vicious, and hisses. A lot.

Rating: NC-17, for violence, language and sex. Please read responsibly.

Authors notes. Oooohhh�. many, many thanks to Joy, who seemed to like my character so much that she just couldn�t wait for me to finish it, and begged to Beta it, just so she could read the main story first. Cheeky little chit. Hmm� my kinda lady. Cool beans.

First off: I do not advocate teenaged smoking. Lucky just seemed to scream it though, and as I am a smoker, it seemed to work.

Second: I DO NOT ADVOCATE VIOLENCE PERPETRATED ON CHILDREN WHAT SO EVER. But every good heroine needs something big to get over, and again, Lucky just screamed this.

Thirdly: *sniff* I do not live in either Los Angeles or England. I live in the furthest er oer of the northern continental United States of America. It rains. A lot. And the only thing I have to do most days is write. As such, if there are any mistakes pertaining to these areas, that�s why, and I beg your forgiveness before hand.

Chapter Ame American students in Hogwarts... Discuss

They toured their new rooms, approving of all of it except the decor. The tapestries and cold stone made for a very last century look. It took little doing for the students to add their own touches to their rooms, decorating them in their trademark colors.

Lucky was hanging the last swatch of emerald green gauze on her bed when Shaggy popped his head in the door. His eyes scanned the room, inspng tng the changes, before nodding his head approval.

Coming into the room, he threw himself on the bed, watching Lucky as she came down from the step ladder. She was dressed in her trademark long dress, the lace sleeves falling to cover her hands right to the tips, and he would be the first to admit that the dark forest green looked spectacular on her. She was bare foot, having long ago stated that she would go barefoot for as long as she was allowed to.

Shaggy had long lost count of the times he had come into her work room only to find her moving about the room, her bare feet making no sound, causing her to move like a ghost from some forgotten period.

Her ebony hair hung to her back, loose, mussed from the many times she had run her hands through it. Her eyes were outlined heavily, the lashes a thick black that rimmed eyes that were now the color of a winter sky, right before the rain fell, indicating her anger at being forced to be somewhere she had been forbidden to go.

Briefly he wondered if she was afraid of the repercussions or at the fact that the danger to her person had finally hit home.

She paused, looking at him, one raven brow slightly raised in a classic Spock look.

He smiled. "Looks great, Luckers. I couldn�t have done better myself."

She came over and sat on the bed next to him, her Black Persian cat jumping into her lap when she patted it. Stroking the cat, it�s purrs reaching her ears, she mused, "If I am going to be forced to go to this wretched school, I might as well make it as lik like home as I can. The bed curtains were musty, and the floor was bare. Stone, that�s all. Nothing else."

He knew she was just chattering, hoping to keep him from mentioning what she didn�t want to hear. Unfortunately he had to disappoint her. "You know this is for your own good. He wont stop until you are either dead or on his side. You know that."

With those words, he was witness to what few people had seen, but many had heard about.

The famed Lucky Hunter temper.

"Oh, yes. Me and Potter in the same building. Talk about putting all your eggs in the same basket. What does Dumbledore think I am? An eleven year old virgin who is going to quake in her shoes at the first sign of danger? Does he even know what I am working on, how it is going to change the world, once I get it finished? I have faced down Death Eaters, Demons, and Vampires. I am a hardened battle Witch. Yes, I prefer the workroom to the battlefield, but that doesn�t make me helpless, for Merlin�s sake!"

She paused on her tirade, to find him trying his damnedest to keep from laughing.

"This isn�t funny, DAMMIT!! I AM ROYALLY PISSED OFF!!"

Shaggy shook his head. On a scale of one to ten, this was a three on the Lucky Temper Meter. She had once blown a hole in the wall, just because she had accidentally missed a crucial step in her potion back in third year. "Luck, you and I know that. Alex knows that. But this is different. This is the epicenter of all the Death Eater activity. And Hogwarts has never beenen ben by a Dark wizard. Not once in the thousand years that it has stood. You know that. In the scheme of things, this is the best place for us all." Rolling off the bed, he walked over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Kissing her cheek, he left the room, saying over his shoulder, "Alex wants to talk to us in a few. Something about a uniform."

They were forgiven from wearing the atrocious uniform to dinner, thank Merlin. But when they walked into the Great Hall, all the conversation stopped, and everyone looked at them. They walked towards the fifth table set up for them.

Lucky sat herself between Shaggy and Spinner, both her best buds in the whole world, with Quills and Snow coming in close seconds. The table before her was covered in food, most of it the local fare. She could feel her arteries harden, just at the sight of the dishes covered in gravy and cream sauces.

The look on her face must have clued in Spinner, who handed her a plate of sushi, saying, "I think they knew you were coming. They made all the food you eat."

Lucky just looked at him, smirking. "Some of us have to keep our weight down. We can�t all have little bellies that act as a buffer from a missed Bludger. "

Taking some of the sushi off the platter, she also heaped a pile of steamed vegetables onto her plate, before picking up the chopsticks placed at her setting. While she dug in, Shaggy poured her a glass of orange liquid. She paused, a roll of rice and raw fish encased in salty seaweed halfway to her mouth. Narrowing her eyes slightly she asked, "What is that?"

Shaggy shrugged. "Pumpkin Juice. They all drink it here. Guess it must be good, as no one has keeled over yet."

Lucky curled her lip in thought. Pumpkin? Didn�t they know the calories in Pumpkin products? "What? No Sake? What kind of joint are they running here?"

Snow leaned over from the other side of the table. "This is a school, Lucky, not a sushi bar. I am sure that they frown on underage drinking in England."

She could only shake her head. "This place is barbaric. I bet you can�t even get a decent espresso here."

The entire table shuddered at that thought.

Hogwarts was indeed barbaric.

Over on the Griffyndor table, Hermione was coaxing her friends to at least try the new foods. "It�s good. My parents often take me to restaurants where this is served. It�s considered very healthy."

"Hermione, how can raw fish be considered healthy?" Ron scowled. "I prefer my fish cooked all the way through, preferable battered and with chips, thank you very much."

Harry had to agree with his friend. The rice and fish concoctions looked a little weird, and the seaweed wrapped around it looked un-edible. Placing one of the little patties on his plate, one with a shrimp spread on the rice, he poked at it with his fork, half expecting it to sit up and tell him to quit it. Screwing up his courage, he speared the sushi, then brought it to his lips, feeling everything in him rebel at putting raw fish into his body.

He placed it on his tongue, and all he could taste for a moment was the rice. Then he bit down, and the fishy taste hit. It wasn�t disgusting, but it wasn�t exactly ambrosia.

Ron was watching him, most likely expecting him to fall down dead at any moment. For a second Harry could imagine the headlines. BOY WHO LIVED DIES FROM SUSHI.

He chewed, then swallowed, running the tastes through his mind, still amazed that he was able to eat it. Deciding that it wt hat half bad, he nodded. "I wouldn�t eat it on a regular basis, but it really isn�t that bad. Try it Ron."

Ron shook his head. Nothing in this world would ever make him eat raw fish. Nothing. Not even Death Eaters... well, maybe Death Eaters, but only if there were lots of them, and they were all pointing their wands at him.

Looking over at the Unicose table, where the new students were happily scarfing down the fish and rice, he shook his head. "They are out of their minds if they think that they can survive the year here."

Harry wasn�t so certain. They were here for survival. In his book, that meant that they would do anything, anything to make sure that they were alive at the end of the year, and even further.

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Lucky held up the skirt of the uniform, a look of distaste crossing her face. THIS was what they expected them to wear? The skirt was way to lonnd and a sweater? Hadn�t these people ever heard of fashion?

They had even provided shoes. Chunky heeled loafers. Probato bto be worn with white bobby socks.

Lucky felt as though she had been dropped through a time warp, directly into the 1950�s. All she needed was a petticoat and yarn in her hair.

This was just unacceptable. Things had to change, starting with her uniform. If they thought she was going to accept this atrocity with out complaint, they would have to think again.

Reaching for her wand, she prepared to make the school uniform her own. And Merlin help the person that tried to stop her. She may be forced to attend this school, but she would not be forced to wear something she wouldn�t be caught dead in.

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She slithered into the great hall. There was no other word for it. The way she moved, the way she held her head, it all drew attention like a lodestone. Well, that and the way she was dressed. She heard gasps and exclamations of, �Oh my." But she ignored them all. Lucky�s eyes roamed over the populace, looking for her family. Upon spotting them, she made no hesitation to make her way towards them.

A resounding cheer of approval rose from the throats of those seated at the fifth table. Smiling, Lucky raised her arms, and turned on one foot, knowing that her skirt flared out. She had stayed up half the night piecing her uniform together.

She had lifted the skirt up to her mid-thigh, and had tossed the sweater into the garbage, declaring it last season. Unbuttoning her blouse and tying it of at her waist, she wore it over a black lace bodysuit. The ensemble was finished with above the knee stockings and ankle granny boots. Her green, gold and black jewelry flashed in the early morning sunlight that filtered through the stained glass windows of the Great Hall. Her school cloak over one arm and her bag over the other, she made her way over to the table. Sitting next to Quills, she accepted the cup of coffee he held out.

"Oh man, Luckers, how ever did you completely cannibalize the uniform they gave us in under twelve hours?" Snow asked, as she passedky tky the cream.

"I�m talented that way." She stirred the cream in, turning the black to a nice rich tan. "We get the schedules yet?"

It was Shaggy who answered. "Yeppers. And here is yours. Please take note that you have two Potions classes, back to back, with... um... Slytherin and Griffyndor? Seriously, how did they come up with those names? They are so last millennium!"

"Hmmm." Lucky perused the schedule that Shaggy had handed her. "The four houses are named after the four founders. You know, kinda like Unicose is named after Maria Unicose. The only diff is that our dorms are named after the witches and wizards that had gone to the school and made some significant impact on our country�s history."

"Oh. Like the fact that our ven ofn of Slytherin is named Diablo?" Quills spread jam on a piece of toast. He put the toast on the edge of a plate heaped with eggs and bacon. Upon seeing Lucky�s face he gestured towards a serving tureen. "Eggs?"

"Ummm... No." She watched as he began shoveling the food into his mouth. "You are aware that high cholesterol is the leading cause of heart failure in men between twenty and forty five? And that eggs and bacon are very high in cholesterol."

"Lucky, get off my ass. I�m hungry and I want something more then that damn rabbit food you insist on eating." He pointed his fork at her. "Now if you don�t mind, me and my food are going to have a bit of private time together. Enjoy your health food." He curved over his plate protectively, blocking it from her sight.

"Thank you I will. And if you want to die of a coronary at the age of twenty five, fine by me." She winked at Stripes. "Now someone hand my fruit compote and my wheat germ shake."

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