Going Wild | By : Haramiya Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 7867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Disclaimer: Harry
Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling; the original characters are
completely mine.
*~*~*
Last
time:
Two
crossroads away, Caleb picked him up and together they made their way
to the bus station. From there they took the bus to Hastings -on the
southeast coast of England- in order to get an international portkey
to their first destination. A few stops after they boarded the rest
of their group entered the bus.
Late
at night they finally arrived and Skye led them all to a small
wizarding shop. An old and shady looking man looked at them and asked
gruffly, “Where to?”.
“Dubai.”,
answered Skye.
“That's
15 galleons.”, rasped the man and went to the back of the shop
to retrieve an old-looking book, “Here it is.”
Tia
silently payed the price and the group went outside into a small
alley. There they activated the portkey and were swished away to the
United Arab Emirates.
*~*~*
Surfing
the Sand
Upon arriving on the
outskirts of Dubai, Tariq took out his cell phone and talked to
someone in rapid Arabic.
For half an hour the
group waited, then a convoy with three black jeeps came to pick them
up.
“I didn't know
you knew someone in Dubai”, mentioned Harry.
“Well, my people
usually have relatives all over the world.”, answered Tariq.
“Because you're
Arabic or because you're vampire?”
“Both,
actually.”, stated Tariq.
All of them crawled
into the jeeps. Harry went with Tariq and Shun to sit in the first
one, Caleb and the twins sat in the middle one, and Skye and Tia rode
in the last jeep.
“Man, I'm beat.
What time is it in Dubai? Two o'clock in the morning? I really need
to sleep.”, stated Shun.
Tariq teased, “Wow,
Shun, I believe this is the first time in nearly three days that you
uttered one whole sentence.”
“Shut up.”,
grumbled the Chinese mage and looked to Harry for support.
Said wizard sat slumped
in one corner of the jeep and slept calmly, oblivious to his best
friends' small squabble. Tariq and Shun silently agreed to let him
sleep for a while since they knew how hard Harry had worked for the
last few days at the Dursley's. The convoy drove for nearly two
hours, the last part of the way, they drove through what seemed to be
a private park which was astonishingly green, considering Dubai was a
desert country.
“Hmm”,
mumbled Harry as he woke up, “is it day already? It's so
bright.”
“That's because
we're closer to the equator than before. During the summer months sun
starts rising between two and three in the morning and now it's
already four am.”, explained Tariq.
“The park looks
beautiful, where exactly are we?”, asked Harry.
“This park and
the estate belong to my mother's family. Since it's very hot here in
summer none of my relatives will be here. We have the whole house for
ourselves and can train you.”
“And you still
have a lot to learn.”, stressed Shun. “You're already
stronger than most of the Hogwarts students thanks to your training
but compared to us you still can't hold yourself up.”
“Twist the knife
in the wound, why don't you?”, mumbled Harry and looked back
out of the window.
He considered himself
fairly strong and it was true if you measured the raw power he had at
his disposal.
On the other hand his
friends had enjoyed a completely different and much harder magical
education than him. Fueled by their families, friends, clans and
schools, all of his friends had a vast knowledge on many kinds of
magic as well as the power to back their claims up.
*~*~*
He realized several
months ago that even though Hogwarts claimed to be one of the best
schools around, there were many, many schools better than that
because they didn't stop at the so-called light magic and took care
to amplify their students natural abilities. In other words: Other
schools treated their students as individuals and made sure that
everyone was taken care of. Hogwarts, however, stuck with four houses
and once you were sorted, everyone was certain that they knew all
there was to know about your character, strengths and future.
There actually were
many abilities that couldn't even be classified as light or dark,
such as turning into an animagus but Hogwarts also neglected that
subject, calling it advanced transformation that only the strongest
wizards could manage. It took Harry a while to accept that the
Hogwarts teachers didn't know everything about magic and blatantly
lied in some cases in order to keep control on the young wizards and
witches.
Outside of Britain, it
was a fact that as long as the students received proper instructions
nearly everyone could turn into an animagus.
Harry guessed that one
of the reason for not making that knowledge public in Britain was
that it would be incredibly difficult to monitor so many animagi.
Also the Minister and
Dumbledore would hate it if there were too many people getting too
powerful. This way they couldn't be sure to keep their precious
positions. And if there was one thing both agreed about, it was that
they weren't willing to share or lose the power they had over
wizarding Britain.
Therefore they worked
together to make up laws and rules that wouldn't allow anyone to
climb the ladder of power.
*~*~*
Harry stopped thinking
about Dumbledore and his ministrations because they always managed to
ruin his mood. Once he developed his full potential and had some fun
weeks (or months) with his friends, he might be willing to dedicate
some time to that particular problem. As it was he had enough on his
plate, trying to take control his life.
With these thoughts he
noticed that the jeeps had stopped in front of a beautiful mansion
and everyone else already stood in front of the door.
Harry exited the car
and went to his friends who were waiting for him to wake up from his
daydreaming and join them. Then they entered the house and were
welcomed by an older man in a suit.
“This is Yazeed,
the housekeeper. If you have any questions about the house or any
troubles you can go to him.”, introduced Tariq the man.
“Salamu
aleikum.”, greeted Yazeed.
The rest answered with
varying degrees of “Hello”, only Caleb knew the proper
answer and said, “Aleikum a'salamu.”
After a short trip
through the mansion (which was fairly small, it 'only' had 12
bedrooms, 1 kitchen, 5 bathrooms, 1 huge library, 2 modern training
rooms, 1 swimming pool and 2 living rooms), Yazeed led everyone to
their respective rooms (the couples in the group were also
separated since it just wasn't proper, explained Yazeed).
Once Harry was in his
room, he didn't bother to change his clothes. He was dead on his feet
and just fell on the bed. It was just before six in the morning.
'Tomorrow', he
promised, 'I'll look at my room more closely....now....sleep...'
With that last thought
he drifted off.
It had been a very long
day.
Author's Note: This is
what I do instead of learning. XD What do you think???
I already have some
ideas what they could do in Dubai, there is actually one very small
hint what they'll definitely do there. ;-)
After that I can only
continue writing if I know where to send them next, so please
vote on my poll!!!
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