Harry Potter: Dragonborn comes

I'm happy to announce the start of Season Two. Applause! Clap, clap, clap.

First of all, thank you. Thank you for making it this far. Having loyal fans like you truly brings me joy.But let's not get cheesy or make this long and cliché. Here's the chapter.

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The Roar of the Second Act

Einar looked down at the kneeling vampire with indifference. The corpse still retained a shred of consciousness, though its body was covered in cuts and blood, as if it had walked through a storm of blades. Einar, on the other hand, didn't have a single scratch.

Behind the vampire, dozens of victims remained locked in small magical cages, all neatly stored inside a simple suitcase. As if the vampire had gone on a camping trip, carrying his food along.

"I am the descendant of none other than Vlad Tepes, you foolish mortal! Not even the purebloods of your entire country would dare raise their wands against me!" spat the vampire, trying to maintain his arrogance.

But before he could finish his sentence, everything began to spin. For a moment, he saw a headless body wearing the same clothes he had put on that morning. His clothes.

A golden light enveloped him. In the moment he realized it was his own body... his head burst into flames and disintegrated into dust.

"I have no idea who that was," said Einar, calmly sheathing Dawnbreaker.

He then tossed a set of keys toward the nearest prison, freeing the captives, and turned around to leave without saying another word.

After stepping out of the magical suitcase, he cracked his neck with a faint pop. He had spent weeks exploring ruins around the world. Some were interesting, others not so much.

In Greece, for example, he got into a bit of trouble. While walking through the Muggle world without his mask, a woman saw him... and instantly fell madly in love.

Unfortunately, she turned out to be the daughter of the local Minister of Magic.

In less than an hour, he was surrounded by Aurors who tried to force him to the minister's mansion. A forced date wasn't on his to-do list, so he simply knocked them all out before entering the ruins of the ancient Parthenon, where he hoped to find something valuable.

After a few hours of fruitless searching, the Aurors returned — this time with an arrest warrant for assaulting Ministry personnel.

Einar knocked them out again without much effort. Then he appeared directly in the minister's house, beat him up for ruining his vacation, and left.

A few weeks later, the scandal exploded:

The minister was removed from office for abuse of power, corruption, and sending assassins after his political rivals. His daughter was also arrested... apparently, she had a habit of kidnapping handsome men and chaining them in her private cellar.

Einar didn't even bother to read the details. He just felt it was time to return to England.

...

Meanwhile, in England...

Sirius and Harry had been enjoying a fabulous vacation together. Harry couldn't have been happier living with his godfather. Sirius wasn't exactly a father figure — he was more like a close friend, someone who shared his love for fun. That's what made their bond so strong.

Of course, Harry hadn't skipped training for a single day... even though Sirius had tried everything to get him to take a break. And finally, that day, he succeeded.

"You'll see, Harry," said Sirius with a confident grin as they walked through the Muggle streets. "Today I'll show you what the adult world looks like."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. I just want to get it over with. If Professor Einar comes back, I'm sure all hell will break loose... and with it, even harsher training," Harry replied with a sigh.

"Don't worry, I've got your back," Sirius said with a carefree smile. But in mid-step, he froze. He looked up at the sky with a tense, almost frightened expression.

"Sirius?" asked Harry, worried, following his gaze.

The sky, once bright and clear, was suddenly covered in gray clouds. A chilling wind swept through the streets like a whisper of death.

"Run, Harry! Run!" Sirius shouted urgently. They couldn't Apparate: Harry didn't have permission, and the Ministry had made it clear they'd use him as a scapegoat against Dumbledore if he broke the rules.

Harry ran alongside him, confused by his godfather's sudden seriousness. He'd never seen him so scared... but he knew exactly what was coming.

Behind them, dozens of Dementors soared through the sky like living shadows, gliding between buildings with the coldness of death.

Sirius drew his wand, ready to use a Patronus if necessary, but he made the mistake of glancing back to count them.

That was a mistake.

A Dementor appeared right in front of him. Before he could react, he felt the first pull of his soul.

"SIRIUS!" Harry shouted, drawing his wand instantly. But another Dementor used the moment to attack from behind. It caught him off guard.

If Einar had been there, he probably would've kicked them both for letting their guard down over a simple trauma.

Another Dementor descended upon Sirius. But at that moment, Harry's eyes filled with determination.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" he roared.

A silver stag burst forth with strength, charging the Dementors with a brilliant light that forced them all to retreat, shrieking, before vanishing into the shadows.

Harry ran to his godfather, who was trembling slightly, his eyes still wide with the memory of Azkaban pulsing inside.

"You're okay..." Harry murmured, relieved.

"Looks like im really did need that magical therapist," Sirius joked, though not without seriousness.

"Ahem... I... I was caught off guard," Sirius muttered, embarrassed.

Harry just shook his head.

"What a mess," Sirius growled, frustrated. "You used your Patronus..."

Silence fell. Sirius frowned.

"We have to go back. We'll be getting a letter any moment now."

On the way back, Sirius kept glancing at the sky, wand still in hand, on full alert.

The moment they stepped through the door at Grimmauld Place, they were met with an explosion of redheaded fury.

"Where were you supposed to be!? Harry should be training, and suddenly you disappear!" Molly Weasley yelled, shooting daggers at Sirius with her eyes.

"Ahem... I took him somewhere... but that's not important now, Molly. We were attacked by Dementors! Harry had to use the Patronus," Sirius admitted, guilty. It had been his responsibility.

"Dementors!? And you used the Patronus!?" Molly asked, horrified.

Harry nodded with a grimace.

Before anyone else could speak, a letter burst through the fireplace and floated in front of Harry. In the air, it took on a face and recited in a dry, authoritative voice:

"Dear Mr. Potter. The Ministry of Magic has been informed that at 6:23 this evening, you performed the Patronus Charm while underage. As this constitutes a clear violation of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, you are hereby officially expelled from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With best regards, Mafalda Hopkirk."

The letter lost its magic, crumpled up, and fell to the floor like dead weight.

"What happened?" Hermione came running down the stairs, alerted by the commotion. Molly picked up the letter and read it silently, her indignation growing with every word.

"I've been expelled from Hogwarts..." Harry murmured, collapsing onto the couch like his soul had left his body.

"We need to contact Dumbledore!" Molly cried, rushing toward the fireplace to use the Floo Network.

Sirius stood silently, full of guilt and anger. He was supposed to protect him.

Hermione demanded an explanation, and Sirius gave her a quick summary.

"We need to contact Professor Einar," she said decisively.

"Yes… definitely," Sirius nodded. They had left Harry in his care, and now he was already in trouble. It was better if his teacher was present.

Hermione already had a piece of parchment in her hand. As she began to write, she paused for a second and slapped her forehead.

"This isn't the time to smile... but I'm glad I have an excuse to write to him," she murmured before continuing.

At that moment, Molly returned from the fireplace.

"I spoke to Arthur. Dumbledore has already stepped in. The expulsion has been temporarily suspended. You'll have a disciplinary hearing, Harry."

"A hearing?" Harry repeated, slowly coming out of his shock.

"We need to gather evidence. Maybe a witness. Don't worry, Harry, everything will be fine. You did it to protect me. If I have to testify under Veritaserum, I will. I won't let them expel you," Sirius said, now with renewed determination.

"Then I'll send the letter," Hermione confirmed with a serious expression.

Sirius nodded.

"Yes. Let Einar come. It's time the Ministry learns what it means to mess with Harry Potter… and that his teacher is watching."