Harry Potter: Is Harry's mom Wanda?

Red's Quest and the Horcrux

Special POV – Red, the Dragon of Chaos

The young master has entrusted me with a mission.

My first official mission.

To track down the wretched creature who dared to attack one of his followers.

As his supreme vassal—the most powerful among them all—it is my duty to locate and obliterate this foolish mortal.

However, I suspect that the Great Scarlet Witch, my revered creator, would not approve of this sort of crusade… even if it was ordered by the young master himself.

Therefore, I shall have to deploy all my most cunning tactics of absolute stealth, so she does not notice my glorious departure.

I observed that the young master returned looking disheartened after visiting his follower.

Perhaps the fury he keeps bottled in his noble heart is starting to consume him.

It is my duty to hasten this mission and bring him good news.

—

Change of POV

Wanda arrived with Harry, who seemed a bit downcast, likely because of whatever that boggart had shown him. To cheer him up, she decided to spend the entire afternoon with him, simply watching television together on the sofa.

For some reason, Red wouldn't stop making a terrible racket as he crawled around the house with his tail raised, knocking over everything in his path, pushing along with his hind legs like he was preparing for takeoff.

"Red, go play outside," Wanda sighed, sounding exasperated.

The little dragon, who had his snout pressed to the floor and his rear end in the air, opened his eyes wide as though he had just been caught in the middle of an interdimensional conspiracy.

When he realized he'd been given permission to leave, he froze for a moment… and then lit up with exaggerated joy before dashing out the special door at full speed.

Wanda just shook her head and sat down next to Harry, who was already beginning to calm down. As the movie played, she gently stroked his hair and thought that maybe, just maybe, a bit of normality was exactly what he needed to heal.

—

Perfect!

The Scarlet Witch, no doubt awed by my tactical brilliance, has granted me her blessing to begin my crusade. She surely remembered my glorious feat of driving out the murderous fairy that tried to harm the young master.

Of course, she detected me instantly. As expected of the most powerful being in this universe.

Very well. It is time to begin the hunt.

I must track down the traces of curses that will lead me to the idiot who brought this filth into the world.

I spread my wings and soared skyward, rising with speed as I reminded myself to conceal my presence from the simple-minded mortals. After all, the young master said that my mere existence could drive an ordinary person insane. A fair warning.

First, I should search in places where magic is thickest… though, regrettably, this wretched world has very little of it.

I flew over that decaying center humans call Diagon Alley, a nest of mediocre wizards. There, I sensed multiple traces of curses. Some so weak they nearly made me yawn. Others barely worthy of a passing glance.

Swiftly, I singled out one building in particular: a pitiful warehouse packed with cursed trinkets laid out like cheap souvenirs.

A center for the trade of arcane corruption?

How pathetic.

I didn't bother reflecting on it.

I simply reduced it to ashes.

—

After my glorious destruction, a small army of wizards began gathering around the place, babbling threats that did not interest me in the slightest.

I ignored them.

They would be secondary entertainment for the young master, should he wish to practice his apocalyptic fire later.

There was still much to investigate.

—

That was when I saw him.

A diminutive being, much like the young master's servants—those creatures with hunched backs they call house-elves—was trudging along with a bag stuffed with dark objects. Some reeked of fresh curses.

The miserable little wretch was headed straight for the spot I had just purified with my divine flames.

Interesting.

Perhaps he knows something.

The moment he used that crude teleportation trick, I beat my wings and hurled myself forward, arriving just in time to ambush him.

With the majesty of an ancient hunter, I dropped onto his pathetic form.

"Speak, you vile creature! Where is your master?"

"Aaaah! A… a dragon!" the insect squealed, trembling like an overcooked pudding.

Naturally. The young master was right.

My mere presence can shatter feeble minds.

I should have foreseen this.

Perhaps this pitiful thing is already beyond saving.

Maybe I ought to end his suffering as an apology for my magnificence.

It would be a noble gesture… worthy of a dragon of chaos.

"Red?"

Oh. A trifling voice dares to speak my sacred name.

I turned my imposing head and discovered one of the young master's new followers.

It was the blond whelp.

The one who always smells of expensive cologne and arrogance.

"What are you doing here? Harry said you weren't supposed to leave the house because you'd scare people," he muttered, frowning as though he could reprimand me.

"Hmph. I am well aware that my glorious presence can unhinge fragile minds. Worry not, vassal. I have it all under control. Once I sever this pathetic creature's neck, I shall require your assistance cleaning the floor."

I raised my claw with solemn determination.

"Dobby! You're back? Did you sell the worthless junk you found, like Mother said?" the whelp asked, striding closer with his usual air of superiority.

Ah, I see.

This house-elf belongs to his household.

Cursed fate.

I cannot kill him if he is property of another. The young master would be displeased if I incinerated someone else's servants.

"M-Master Draco… the place… Borgin and Burkes was burned down… Dobby couldn't sell anything… so he came back… and… and… the… the dragon attacked Dobby…" the servant stammered, quaking like an abandoned custard.

Of course he trembled.

My presence devours weak minds.

Perhaps I should release him from his miserable existence. A gesture of compassion.

"Maybe… he escaped again. I'd better tell Harry," the blond whelp murmured, pressing a hand to his forehead with needless drama.

How foolish.

Obviously, I have the Scarlet Witch's permission—and the young master's—to be here.

But I recognize your impulse to inform your superior before acting.

I grant you a minuscule measure of respect.

"Mmm…"

Then, among the debris, I found something interesting:

A book saturated with black magic and foulness.

At last. A clue worthy of me!

…

Oh, no.

I have just destroyed the clue.

Perhaps my mighty fangs shredded the damned dark tome at the very first bite.

What a ridiculous object. How dare it be so fragile?

I will have to start all over again. Once more.

"Hey, house-elf! Get me out of here! I must continue my glorious crusade," I ordered, glaring at him with all the disdain I could muster.

"Why are you looking at Dobby like that? Dobby is not food," whimpered the pathetic elf, cowering beneath my magnificence.

Poor creature. Your mind is already gone. You have been consumed by my splendor.

I pity you.

I decided to look for the exit myself.

—

Perhaps I should use my new human followers as pawns. But none of them possess the talent to sense curses by scent.

Better that I do it myself.

After all, the young master personally entrusted this mission to me.

"Ah… it seems I have finally found another clue," I declared, soaring over an old mansion smothered in decadent vegetation.

A perfect place to hide curses.

—

Oh, no.

I have just broken another object.

These things are so feeble they scarcely deserve to exist.

If this continues, even if I find the truth, I will end up destroying it by accident.

This stone looks important.

I will bring it as an offering to the Mistress.

Or… well… I just swallowed it.

Oops.

—

"Why do you cling to me, you vile, rotting creature of perdition?" I roared, rising furiously into the sky while some repulsive beast perched proudly on my back.

Its wings burned with a golden fire that made me want to retch.

Repulsive!

Its shriek was so piercing, I felt it trying to liquefy my brain.

So this is your challenge, miserable firebird.

No matter. I will annihilate you.

I spun in midair, trying to shake it off my scales, but the filthy creature clung tight with incandescent claws.

I felt an unbearable searing pain at the base of my wings.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU FOUL VERMIN!"

I unleashed a jet of pure chaos flame upward, but the bird dodged it with an elegant flap.

I had to admit: its agility was annoyingly respectable.

But I am Red.

The Dragon of Chaos.

No one subdues me.

I used a diving spin and slammed it into the treetop, snapping ancient branches beneath the impact.

The beast shrieked in fury and lunged at my face, jabbing with a searing beak.

Enough!

With an earth-shaking roar, I released my chaos fire in a torrent that twisted through the air like a living serpent.

The blast struck the bird squarely in flight.

Normal fire might not have harmed it—but my fire… is not normal.

The hellspawn creature screeched with an echo that made the canopy quake… and its silhouette began to dissolve into shimmering ash.

One final cry—sorrowful and majestic—echoed through the leaves as its form faded into a pale glow.

—

With a satisfied snort, I landed in a scorched clearing.

I shook the embers from my scales and raised my head proudly.

So ends the fate of yet another enemy of the young master.

Now… I must return home before the Scarlet Witch discovers my glorious excursion.

And quickly!

Before the young master finds out that I may have… possibly… burned half a hectare of forest.

Bah.

Details.

I am Red.

The Dragon of Chaos.

And no one can stop me.

—

Well… I spoke too soon.

"Red, did you sneak out again? Do you want Mom to put you on a leash so you can't leave the house?" Harry asked, a note of mild anger in his voice.

Red simply rolled over onto his back, boldly exposing his belly in an utterly ridiculous gesture of submission.

Harry stared at him, trying to keep his frown… but it was hopeless.

How could he be angry at this dragon when he looked so absurdly clueless?

He'd probably just gotten lost again.

"Don't go out without permission, okay? Did you hear me?" Harry insisted, though his tone sounded more like pity than scolding.

"Graaa," Red growled happily, as if he understood every word… but Harry was fairly certain he didn't understand anything at all.

"Fuu…" Harry sighed, rubbing his face before crouching to pat Red's head in resignation.

Then, with no warning, Red spat out a kind of square rock onto the floor.

A thick glob of saliva accompanied it, splattering Harry in the process.

"Ugh—are you eating garbage again?" he exclaimed, torn between disgust and exasperation. "I told you, you don't need to eat… Why do you keep doing it? You always end up puking everything out again!"

It was so frustrating.

Especially since Red's saliva was absurdly resistant to ordinary magic.

And chaos magic… well, he still hadn't figured out how to use it to clean up dragon vomit.

"Mom…" Harry said, giving her a look that silently pleaded for help.

Wanda shook her head quietly before stepping closer, raising her hand to cast a spell.

But her gaze froze on the stone, still glistening with dragon drool.

Her expression shifted—suddenly focused and serious.