Harry Potter Steals Spirit of Njordr, A Magical High-Speed Heist Adventure
Couple of short chapters now. To make up for the last two long ones.
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"One... two... THREE!"
Harry yanked up on the broom and tried like hell to hold on as it shot into the air. He saw the stands come into view and screamed, throwing his weight up and scraping over the top by an inch. He tried to slow down but the broom didn't seem to hear him. He was forced to try and control it as it careened along the ground.
All he could do was try to aim the thing like a bull in a rodeo as it bucked and vibrated at sixty miles per hour. He crashed near the dock and stumbled to his feet. He stuck the Chimera to a tree with a quick fixing charm and added a really nasty curse for anyone who tried to take it.
He dashed down the dock and stopped by the walkway up the Durmstrang ship.
"Ayauhteotl!" Harry waved his wand and a multicolor mist appeared over the walk, revealing the wards. Harry dipped his wand into each node and spun it around like a baton, watching the changing color.
It was like a combination lock, he just had to match them up... done!
Harry ran through the mist and dashed up to the back of the ship and grabbed the wheel. If his ten minutes spent reading up on magical boats was anything to go on the starter should be... somewhere?
Harry glanced from the incomprehensible mass of Victorian-looking knobs and switches on the wide control panel to the three dimensional, ships wheel attached to the middle of a gyroscope.
Bugger... wait! There were little panels above the controls. Labels... labels in German. Bugger. The only one he could read was the ship's name, in bold copperplate above the controls.
The Spirit of Njordr
"Well Spirit, just you and me." Harry put his hand on the throttle, the only control he could recognize. He pushed it forward and the ship surged away from the dock. He pushed it further and felt the wind flow through his hair. Ok, this was cool. He rounded the little cape and the stands of students came into view. Harry grinned, he reached into his robe and pulled out a leather pirate's hat.
If he was going down he could at least put on a good show.
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"THAT LITTLE BASTARD! HE'S STOLEN MY BLOODY SHIP!"
"I believe I remember hearing you say he could take it out whenever he wanted Igor." Dumbledore commented airily. "I believe Harry takes that kind of thing seriously."
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Harry grabbed the ships wheel and threw it forwards sharply. It rolled forward, swinging in its cradle, and the ship's nose dipped down into the water. Harry gritted his teeth as the Spirit slid down into lake. The water arched up over the top like it was sluicing over a glass ceiling. Harry forced himself to breath as the last of the sky disappeared and he was surrounded by water.
Harry tried not to think about it. He raised his head and whistled at the dark water. After a long moment a glowing shape appeared and came in close to the ship.
"Miss Myrtle," Harry waved his hat at the floating figure. "Lead the way!"
"Aye, aye!" Myrtle flew away towards the front of the ship. Harry angled the odd wheel to follow her. The darkness carried on endlessly, Harry could feel the water all around him. Harry tried to keep himself distracted , unfortunately there wasn't much there to distract him. He glanced over the ship, it wasn't that large, it was thin with a single mast. A... cutter... possibly? His reading last night hadn't been very extensive on ship identification. He'd skipped right on to the basics of steering magical ships.
Great... lot of help that had been.
The ship had four catapults, two on each side. Probably already planning a dramatic victory celebration. The rest of the ship was spotless, varnished and cleaned down to the last brass railing. Harry grinned, now he knew why Karkaroff had brought so many students when it was obvious he favored Krum. He was using them to swab the decks.
Harry raised himself up on his tiptoes and looked out past THE END
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"One... two... THREE!"
Harry yanked up on the broom and tried like hell to hold on as it shot into the air. He saw the stands come into view and screamed, throwing his weight up and scraping over the top by an inch. He tried to slow down but the broom didn't seem to hear him. He was forced to try and control it as it careened along the ground.
All he could do was try to aim the thing like a bull in a rodeo as it bucked and vibrated at sixty miles per hour. He crashed near the dock and stumbled to his feet. He stuck the Chimera to a tree with a quick fixing charm and added a really nasty curse for anyone who tried to take it.
He dashed down the dock and stopped by the walkway up the Durmstrang ship.
"Ayauhteotl!" Harry waved his wand and a multicolor mist appeared over the walk, revealing the wards. Harry dipped his wand into each node and spun it around like a baton, watching the changing color.
It was like a combination lock, he just had to match them up... done!
Harry ran through the mist and dashed up to the back of the ship and grabbed the wheel. If his ten minutes spent reading up on magical boats was anything to go on the starter should be... somewhere?
Harry glanced from the incomprehensible mass of Victorian-looking knobs and switches on the wide control panel to the three dimensional, ships wheel attached to the middle of a gyroscope.
Bugger... wait! There were little panels above the controls. Labels... labels in German. Bugger. The only one he could read was the ship's name, in bold copperplate above the controls.
The Spirit of Njordr
"Well Spirit, just you and me." Harry put his hand on the throttle, the only control he could recognize. He pushed it forward and the ship surged away from the dock. He pushed it further and felt the wind flow through his hair. Ok, this was cool. He rounded the little cape and the stands of students came into view. Harry grinned, he reached into his robe and pulled out a leather pirate's hat.
If he was going down he could at least put on a good show.
*
"THAT LITTLE BASTARD! HE'S STOLEN MY BLOODY SHIP!"
"I believe I remember hearing you say he could take it out whenever he wanted Igor." Dumbledore commented airily. "I believe Harry takes that kind of thing seriously."
*
Harry grabbed the ships wheel and threw it forwards sharply. It rolled forward, swinging in its cradle, and the ship's nose dipped down into the water. Harry gritted his teeth as the Spirit slid down into lake. The water arched up over the top like it was sluicing over a glass ceiling. Harry forced himself to breath as the last of the sky disappeared and he was surrounded by water.
Harry tried not to think about it. He raised his head and whistled at the dark water. After a long moment a glowing shape appeared and came in close to the ship.
"Miss Myrtle," Harry waved his hat at the floating figure. "Lead the way!"
"Aye, aye!" Myrtle flew away towards the front of the ship. Harry angled the odd wheel to follow her. The darkness carried on endlessly, Harry could feel the water all around him. Harry tried to keep himself distracted , unfortunately there wasn't much there to distract him. He glanced over the ship, it wasn't that large, it was thin with a single mast. A... cutter... possibly? His reading last night hadn't been very extensive on ship identification. He'd skipped right on to the basics of steering magical ships.
Great... lot of help that had been.
The ship had four catapults, two on each side. Probably already planning a dramatic victory celebration. The rest of the ship was spotless, varnished and cleaned down to the last brass railing. Harry grinned, now he knew why Karkaroff had brought so many students when it was obvious he favored Krum. He was using them to swab the decks.
Harry raised himself up on his tiptoes and looked out past THE END
