Harry Potter and the Order of the Dragon

Welcome, Everyone, to my latest crossover: Harry Potter/Firebreather! First, I freely confess that I have only seen the HP movies, and read fan-fics here, so my knowledge is based on those. The time-frame of the series is also later for my story, with 'that night' being Halloween 1991 rather than 1981.

What if James Potter had an older sister who was born a squib? Fearing for her life during Voldemort's first rise to power, their parents sent her to be raised by family friends in the United States. Five years before the birth of Harry, Margaret birthed Duncan; a son fathered by Belloc, King of the Kaiju!

With the events of the Tri-Wizard Tournament making worldwide magical news, a fateful decision is made. After all, family is family. This choice also coincides with events that will shake the wizarding world to its very core. All of this will drastically change the life of "The-Boy-Who-Lived".

Now before anyone starts assuming that I'm cheating and just dropping a new character into the same story, let me assure all of you that I am not! Yes, it takes place during the same time and events, but Duncan has another mission and purpose that he needs to do as well. Thus, there will be plenty of times in which we will be showing what he is doing, cutting away from Harry and his friends dealing with certain things that we all know from the movie. Now, on with the story!

Chapter 1: Surprises!

It was very hot day in early August. The oppressive heat-wave had been stifling for almost two weeks now. His chores done, Harry Potter had been granted a little freedom by his Uncle Vernon to go out for a bit. He sat on one of the swings in the playground of Little Whinging, Surrey. He was glad to be outside, but still haunted by the return of Voldemort and the murder of Cedric. Hearing chuckling laughter, he looked up to see his cousin Dudley and his four friends approach.

"Hey, Big D", Harry said dryly, using the nickname Dudley preferred while with his friends. "Beat up another 10-year-old?"

"This one deserved it", Dudley sneered, to the agreement of his buddies.

"Five against one", Harry observed, "very brave."

"Well you're one to talk", Dudley snarked. "Moanin' in yer sleep every night? At least I'm not afraid of my pillow.*laughs along with his friends* "Don't kill Cedric." Who's Cedric? Your Boyfriend?"

"Shut up", Harry growled.

"-'He's going to kill me, Mum!' Where is your mum?", Dudley smirked, knowing what a painful subject Harry's parents were. "Where is your mum, Potter? She dead? Is she dead?Is she dead, Pott…?"

Harry lunged forward, drawing his wand and jabbing it under his cousin's chin. Dudley froze, a flicker of fear in his eyes, his clueless friends laughing at getting a rise out of Harry. But the anger on Harry's face faded quickly as dark clouds rolled in at an unnatural speed. The wind picked up sharply, fear started to spread over all the boys. Even as the most mundane of muggles, they could feel the 'wrongness' of what was happening.

"Dudley, let's go!", one of them cried fearfully.

"What's going on?", another cried.

"What are you doing?", Dudley asked Harry in accusing fear.

"I'm not doing anything!", Harry answered, just as unnerved.

"We're getting out of here, Dudley!", one of the others cried as they scattered like frightened cockroaches!

Harry and Dudley looked up into the swirling storm-clouds just as thunder began to sound. They both broke into a run toward home as the rain began to pour down on them. They stopped to catch their breath once they were inside the pedestrian tunnel that ran under the highway. Rainwater had pooled into a long puddle down the middle from the far end nearly to the mid-point of the tunnel.

Then Harry noticed a few of the lights begin to flicker, and the temperature to drop sharply, their breath becoming visible. Frost began forming on the walls and the water on the floor to freeze.

'No', Harry thought to himself, realizing what was happening, and the most likely cause. He looked over his right shoulder….and a Dementor immediately seized him by the throat! It lifted him off the ground and held him against the wall. Dudley was too terrified to move or scream at the sight, especially since he couldn't see whatever was holding Harry against the wall.

"D-Dudley, run!", Harry gasped out, snapping his cousin out of his panicked daze. He turned and ran, but slipped and fell on his considerable ass as soon as he stepped on the ice and slid nearly to the end of the tunnel. There, he was set upon by another Dementor. The foul creatures began draining both boys.

Harry managed to reach his wand, and jabbed it in the face of his attacker, causing it to release him. He dropped his wand as he fell, and scrambled for it as the Dementor recovered and lunged for him again.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!", Harry shouted, pointing his wand at it. The Dementor was blasted back out of the tunnel by the power of the charm. Harry turned and sent the bright ball of patronus energy at the other Dementor, driving it away from his cousin and out of the tunnel.

Harry rushed over to check on Dudley. His breath was shallow and quivering, his gaze nearly blank from shock and fear, but he was alive. Unable to speak, he looked at Harry with a barely discernible glimmer of gratitude behind his dazed and haunted eyes. Harry nodded reassuringly and began to help him to his feet. Even after all the years of grief and bullying from Dudley, he was still family.

The rain had ceased as Harry struggled somewhat to help his much larger cousin stay on his feet and walk. They exited the tunnel, walking toward Privet Drive. They were about thirty yards away from the tunnel when an inhuman screech of agony erupted from above and behind them! Harry struggled to turn quickly while holding Dudley, while also holding his wand at the ready. What he saw shocked even him!

A Dementor crashed to the ground in front of him covered in flames, still screeching until it lay still. In the air, he saw two more struggling Dementors had been seized by their throats by a blonde young man with red dragon-wings on his back. Despite their best efforts, he appeared to be holding them quite easily!

"Stinking Dementors!", he roared as he smashed their heads together. He then threw one bodily to the ground, followed by the other landing on the first. He inhaled deeply and blasted them with fire from his mouth! They shrieked and thrashed about in agony as they burned until they were as dead as the first one. The man then landed lightly near Harry and Dudley.

"Are you two alright?", he asked with an American accent as his large wings seemed to retract into his back. He seemed to be slightly over six feet tall with a lean, athletic build, his spiky blonde hair had red tips and highlights. His green eyes filled with concern. He was wearing a light green sleeveless t-shirt, black-camo cargo-pants held up by a black leather belt covered with square steel studs, and athletic sandals with Velcro straps on his feet. "I saw those two regroup with a third who had simply watched from above after you repelled them. I saw them try to sweep in behind you. Lucky I was close enough to help by then."

"Thanks for the help", Harry said gratefully. "We'll be alright soon but we need to get home."

"Here, I'll take him", he said, easily shouldering Dudley's bulk. "You're still weak from the attack."

"Thanks again", Harry said, leading the way. "We're lucky you came by."

"Well, it wasn't all luck", he smiled. "I was on my way to find you, Harry."

"What?", Harry asked in surprise. "Who are you? And how do you know me?"

"Sorry", he replied sheepishly. "In all the excitement I forgot to introduce myself. I'm not surprised you don't recognize me, seeing as the last time I saw you I was five years old and you were only a month old. I'm Duncan Rosenblatt, Harry. I'm your American cousin on your father's side of the family."

"What?!"

"I'll explain everything later", Duncan told him, seeing multiple questions in Harry's eyes as they walked up the driveway of Number 4 Privet Drive. "Right now we gotta deal with the Dursleys." Duncan spit contemptuously on the ground, as if disgusted with the taste of that name in his mouth.

Petunia Dursley was watching the weather report on the TV in the living room, trying to keep cool with a small hand-fan as the air-conditioning was slightly overwhelmed by the oppressive heat. She was dressed in her most airy summer dress; floral-print on white.

"Duddykins?", she called cheerfully when she heard the front door open. "Is that you?"

She then turned to the living-room door as it opened a moment later, and the color drained from her face. Her worthless nephew was there beside a strange young man she'd never seen before. But what frightened her was the blank, terrified look on the face of her precious son as the stranger held him up to keep him from falling! Petunia jumped to her feet.

"Duddy? Vernon! Come quick!", she called to her husband, as the boys helped Dudley over to an easy chair. Vernon turned curiously away from the freezer in the kitchen, where he'd been eating ice cream. Moments later, both parents were hovering over him, his blank expression still a combination of dazed shock and outright fear.

"We're going to have to take him to a hospital", Petunia urged.

"Who did this to you, boy?", Vernon asked. Dudley managed to shift his focus over to Harry and Duncan. Petunia continued trying to comfort her son as she and Vernon looked over at the boys.

"Happy now, are we?", Vernon hissed in accusation, his temper rising. "You've finally done it! You've finally driven him loopy!"

"Vernon! Don't say that", Petunia said, aghast, protectively of Dudley.

"Well, just look at him, Petunia! Our boy has gone yumpy!", Vernon replied, then turned and stepped toward Harry. "I've reached my limit, do you hear? This is the last I gonna take of you nonsense!"

"But I didn't…!", Harry began, only for Duncan to step protectively forward.

"Ah shut-up, you pompous windbag of a walrus!", Duncan said heatedly, with enough force to make the obese man pause. "Harry didn't do this! In fact, he saved your precious brat from a fate worse than death when they were attacked a while ago! They were almost attacked again before I arrived to help."

"How dare you speak to me like that in my own home!", Vernon practically shouted. "Who the bloody hell do you think you are?!"

"I'm Duncan Rosenblatt", Duncan smirked, his emerald eyes blazing. "Harry's American cousin from his father's side of the family."

Petunia gasped and Vernon's eyes widened in shock as he took a few steps back. Then he found his voice and anger again.

"Then where the bloody hell were you when the boy needed someone to take him in, eh?! We never wanted him! He's been nothing but trouble since he was dumped on us!"

"I said shut-up, Tubby!", Duncan snarled. "And are you fucking deaf?! I just said our branch is from America. We didn't learn of Uncle James' and Aunt Lily's deaths until years later, and we were told Harry was being cared for. We only just learned the truth recently, and my mom and I came to Britain to take over Guardianship of Harry before you can do any more damage! He's leaving this dump tonight so he never has to see your ugly faces aga….!"

An owl suddenly swooped in through the open atrium off the dining area. It released a large envelope as it landed on the back of a chair. Everyone was stunned silent. The envelope lifted into the air as the owl flew back out the way it came.

The wax seal of the British Ministry of Magick on the back of the envelope morphed into a pair of lips while a pair of 'eyes' opened in the flap above them. It 'blinked' as it turned toward Harry. Everyone watched in curiosity as it then spoke:

"Dear Mr. Potter. The Ministry has received intelligence that at 6:23 this evening you performed the Patronus Charm in the presence of a Muggle. As a clear violation of the Decree for Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, you are hereby expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hoping you are well, Mafalda Hopkirk."

The envelope then returned to normal as it fell to the floor.

"Justice", Vernon sneered smugly, until Duncan growled.

"Don't try my patience, Dursley", Duncan warned. "I suggest you take your boy to a doctor before you really piss me off."

"And give him some chocolate, it helps", Harry added as they began to walk Dudley to the door, drawing a glare from Vernon. "I'm serious. I've been attacked by those things before. Chocolate really does help."

As the Dursleys' got in their car to leave, Harry led Duncan upstairs to his room. Duncan scoffed angrily at the obviously 3rd or 4th hand, falling-apart condition of Harry's bed, desk and chair.

"Change out of those wet clothes, Cousin, and let's get you packed", Duncan told him as he stepped over to Hedwig's cage to get a better look at the beautiful snowy owl. He looked back at Harry as the latter removed his damp shirt, and had to stifle his rage when he say the many scars on his cousin's back. The Dursleys had a lot to answer for, but now was not the time. He smiled at the moving, wizard photo of his aunt, uncle, and infant cousin as he remembered them that sat on Harry's desk.

Harry changed into dry clothes and opened his travel trunk. While he packed, Duncan opened the window and scowled at the presence of bars on the outside. These…..so-called people had not only been abusing his cousin, but practically kept him prisoner! He gripped two of the bars and pried them apart with little effort. He then whistled, surprising Harry.

Moments later, there was a flapping sound outside just before a small dragon flew in through the now-wider opening between the bars and crooned as it landed on Duncan's arm. It was about five feet long, half of which was tail. It had a saw-like fin down the length of spine from head to tail. It had four slim but muscular legs, and a pair of purple/magenta, bat-like wings. The overall color was teal with light-green on the belly. The eyes were large and somewhat bulgy, and gleamed with intelligence and affection. The teeth were small but sharp, and there was a single, hook-like horn on the nose and two twisty and bent horns on the back of the head.

"Good boy, Scorch", Duncan smiled, scratching the little dragon's jaw and chin, causing him to croon affectionately. "I have an important job for you, boy. Harry, this is my friend Scorch. He's going to guide your owl to where we're going."

"He's a dragon; a Terrible Terror", Harry commented, recognizing the species from the English copy of the Viking 'Book of Dragons' Hagrid had given him third year. "How can you have….?"

"Because he won't get any bigger, he can be my familiar", Duncan smiled. "Plus, your Ministry has no authority over me."

"What?"

"I'll explain later", Duncan promised. "I wasn't expecting you to be under attack when I arrived, and that letter from the Ministry was a surprise! I was gonna just pick you up and bring you myself, but this changes our plans. We better wait until someone from the Order comes. Keep your broom handy and use a shrinking charm on your trunk once you're packed."

"But the Trace…."

"My mom and I are now your magical guardians", Duncan told him. "That gives you some legal lee-way as long as the magick you do is at our direct request. Now please ask your owl to follow Scorch?"

"Hedwig", Harry addressed the snowy owl as he opened her cage. "Please follow this little dragon. I promise he won't hurt you. I'll meet up with you at our destination later, ok, girl?"

Hegwig warbled softly, and affectionately nibbled the finger he'd been stroking her chest with. She barked softly at Scorch, who crooned in response. He jumped out the window and flew away, followed by Hedwig.

"And now we wait", Duncan said.

"So maybe now you can explain some things while we wait?", Harry asked as he kept packing. He had taken Duncan at his word that they were related. For all Harry knew, this was a trap. But Duncan had saved him and Dudley from the Dementors, and Harry just felt he could trust him.

"Right", Duncan smiled as he sat down in the desk chair. "My mom, Margaret, is your dad's older sister. But because her magick was dormant, she was presumed to be a 'squib' as they call it here. The family still loved her dearly. Her and Uncle James weren't just siblings, they were best friends."

"What happened?", Harry asked.

"Voldemort", Duncan hissed. "He was beginning his rise to power, playing on the prejudices of the so-called 'purebloods'. It started getting heated a few years before Uncle James started at Hogwarts. Fearing for her safety, our grandparents sent my mom to live with family friends in the United States. They kept in touch over the years. Mom and I came to his wedding to your mom, and we visited again not long after you were born. Mom was really worried when all contact was broken off a year later, but too much was happening to us at the time to investigate further. Mom assumed it was due to the war with Voldemort, that you went into hiding or something.

"It wasn't until a couple years later that she learned the truth. Boy was she pissed at Dumbledore! Mom knew that your parents' wills stipulated that you were to come to us if Sirious or the Longbottoms were not able to take you. She wanted to come for you then, but Dumbledore assured her you were in the best of care, and hidden from the surviving Death Eaters. He said any change could expose you to danger, so she backed off."

"Ok, but why are you here now?", Harry asked as he closed and shrank his trunk, putting it in his pocket.

"When you started at Hogwarts, and began appearing in wizarding news, we were both proud of how you were doing, and assumed you were ok. But then the Tri-Wizard Tournament, all the articles about you and the other champions, got us curious, and we started digging. We didn't like what we learned. Then the news of what happened in the final task, we had enough. We started making arrangements. We volunteered for a liason mission to the British Ministry to speed things along. Because we're family, we were able to assume custodial and magical guardianship of you. The proper papers already filed with the Ministry and Gringotts."

"But you said your mom, my Aunt Margaret, is a squib", Harry remarked. "And while you do have powers, I can tell you're not a wizard, so how were you able to…?"

"I'll let my mom explain herself to you", Duncan grinned. "As for me, you're right; I'm not a wizard. I got my powers from my dad; Belloc, King of the Kaiju."

"WHAT?!"

"The details aren't important, Harry", Duncan reassured him. "My true nature is a secret to all but a select, trusted few. This glamour-ring I'm wearing makes me look fully human and…..Shhhh! I hear something! Draw your wand and get behind me!"

Harry did as he said, and he began to hear sounds from outside his bedroom door; footsteps and voices whispering. The doorknob began to turn.

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Author's notes: Well, first chapter done. What do you all think so far?

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