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Originally posted by DarkC
Harry staggered and Voldemort seized the opportunity. Reacting in a flash, he whipped a Banishing Spell so powerful that Harry was thrown high and backwards despite the protection that the armour gave him."You are no match for me, Potter!" Lord Voldemort cried.
Harry already started bracing for a jarring impact, possibly disabling -
- and he felt himself land on something hard and soft at the same time. Belatedly, he realised he was still moving and airbourne, so Harry quickly found handholds on a hard crest that gave slightly. Only now was he struck with the realization that Nrsera, the dragon, had caught him in mid-air. That meant that she had killed the fearsome Nundu. Harry was momentarily relieved that this magnificent giant of jade had lived.
She automatically shifted her path of flight to let Harry find a comfortable hold, circled once, and landed gracefully at"You haven't beaten me yet," Harry called back over the thunder, rain, and lightning. "Knowing you as a skilled duellist, I would've thought that you wouldn't have wasted breath on words, while it still comes!"
"You're assuming a lot, Potter." Voldemort said, lip curling in a way almost worthy of Malfoy.
"And so are you.""You are not the only one without a pet." snorted Voldemort. "I have held back ere now, but now that the odds are changed....I shall even them."
Raising his wand, a shaft of dark purple light shot straight up into the sky. Still, it was bright enough that Harry's visor automatically polarized to a darker setting, and readjusted once Voldemort's wand lowered.
A roar was heard not far away, and an onimous shadow appeared to the arbituary west. It formed into a rough-hided, spiked dragon, completely black from head to toe. A crest at the top of the head formed a makeshift crown of sorts. Pitiless glowing, crimson eyes glowered at the green dragon and its rider. It lowered his(Harry decided that it was male) head to allow its master to levitate on and find a good grip.
"Unlike your pet dragon, Halfarion is sealed to me by a blood pact." Voldemort said.Harry shook his head helplessly. "Nrsera is not a slave, she is a companion. There are advantages to friendship that you would not understand, Voldemort, seeing as how you have never had a true friend."
"I need no friends. Power is all I need!"Harry stared at his foe. "I pity you in a way, Voldemort."
The Dark Lord snarled. "Save your pity for the weak!"Halfarion inhaled, rearing back slightly. Simultaneously, so did Nrsera.
Sensing what was about to happen, he threw up a powerful shield around his other friends.The two dragons unleashed a furious bout of fire each. Emerald mixed with crimson in their elemental fury and released an incredible amount of heat that made Harry sweat slightly even in his armour; Voldemort was also barely affected.
Halfarion blasted a gout of lava Harry's way, but Nrsera cunningly did a roll and neatly passed it, bringing Harry in for a quick spell, which he did. A cannon-blast went off and a huge Silver Arrow - no, torpedo, more like - came at Voldemort with astonishing speed.
Voldemort conjured a gleaming barrier out of nothing, the same that he had used to fend off one of Dumbledore's more intense spells in their ferocious duel in the Ministry of Magic the previous summer.
However, the sound was not of a gong this time, but with a tremendous CRASH that made Harry flinch slightly.
Voldemort immediately countered by raising his wand to the sky. Thunder cracked and out of the darkening sky, a barrage of blue molten meteorites tore through the storm clouds and as if guided (which Harry strongly suspected that they were) veered in Nrsera's immediate direction. Not a split second after, Voldemort slashed with his wand, sending a Rend Curse at the green dragon. Harry silently cursed Voldemort's reflexes; they seemed top-notch, even when comparing to world class Quidditch goalkeepers.
But what Voldemort had expected was that Nrsera keep aloft. Everyone in aerial combat expected dragons to stay flying, even other dragons.
Of course, Nrsera was not just any other dragon.
She immediately ceased to beat her gigantic wings and dropped like a stone. The Rend missed, but the cobalt meteorites instantly adjusted their flight path.
Harry summoned a faint golden shield to deflect the meteorites slighty. They struck it head-on, then bounced toward the direction of the Order and his friends.
"No, no!" Harry said angrily. How could he be so careless?
But Dumbledore stepped forward and banished them with such force that the meteorites could not regroup and direct themselves, and crash beyond.
Even before Harry could breathe a sigh of relief, the glowing blue stones reformed into large, stone-men. Fire golems.
"Damn." Harry said angrily. Nrsera dodged another of Halfarion's fireballs. Likely sensing Harry's agitatedness, she let loose a blast of flame haphazardly, seemingly not caring about where it struck.
Before Harry could react, the flames cleared and he was immensely relieved (to say the least) that everyone he cared about was alive and well. Shocked and amazed that they were still alive, though (Ron appeared to be counting his fingers)...apparently Nrsera's fire was of the one and same from the Torch; both had healing powers for the righteous and gave utter destruction to the evil. But at least his friends were safe for the immediate moment.
Obviously, that was very prone to change under the current given circumstances. One's survival span was dissappointingly shorter if they were caught between two dragon riders, extremely skilled at duelling and powerful mounts.
A bolt of lightning struck Nrsera without warning and Harry's visor polarized to its darkest setting. He and his mount had delayed too long, and Voldemort took the opportunity, striking a blow.
Fortunately for Nrsera and her rider, the blow was only a slight flesh would and did no more than momentarily stun her.
Harry cast a quick spell, and a blinding sphere of light exploded before Voldemort's eyes. He had only intended it as a distraction, but it proved suprisingly effective. Even though Voldemort had some magical eye protection as well, it had temporarily blinded him nonetheless.
Perhaps it was this that Halfarion turned around, feeling the subtle movements of his master and confused as to where Voldemort intended to go; Voldemort was barely hanging on as it was.
Another advantage of having a mount that thinks for itself, rather than following orders, Harry thought.
Before he could cast another spell, Voldemort wheeled his mount to the sky, sending a crippling blizzard at Harry.
By the time Harry fought off the initial assault, Harry looked up to see Voldemort and his mount vanish into thin air.
He's running, Harry realised. Disappointed that he had not finished the duel now and not then, he shook his head.
"Take heart, young one." a feminine voice reverbrated inside his head. "You have driven the darkness from the battle; no easy task from what I make of it."
Harry whirled around. "Huh?" he said stupidly, not sounding at all like the so-called hero he was supposed to be.
It was some time before he realised that Nrsera was talking to him. This realisation struck him like a hammer. Harry was frozen for a while, not noticing that she was gently drifting towards the ground, near the direction of his friends.
"You can talk?" Harry said, amazed so much that his voice did not sound like his own; much rather like Hermione's when she was very excited or indignant.
"Yes."
"So I was right in the assumption that you were no ordinary dragon," Harry said, still thunderstruck. Then he lapsed back into his old self. "Hey, how come you didn't tell me when I was riding you before?"
"With you distracted, they would have had an advantage for a while."
"Good point." Harry replied, seeing the sense.