Magic meets dinosaurs

Chapter 2

Harry, very reluctantly, explained first about magic and Hogwarts. Next, he detailed what he knew about the Order of the Phoenix and their leader, the Light Lord Dumbledore, and their betrayal. "They're supposed to be the good guys," Harry muttered bitterly, recounting how they manipulated and isolated him under the guise of protection.

He went on to describe Voldemort as an "idiot terrorist" who wanted him dead, and his followers as "idiot terrorists" who resented him for surviving Voldemort's attack as a baby. He explained the suffocating fame and the fear it instilled in him. But it was when they delved into his home life that Harry's pain and disillusionment became starkly evident.

"So, what about your family? How do they feel about all of this?" Amanda asked with sympathy evident in her voice.

"They would rather see me dead," Harry replied bitterly, his voice tinged with suppressed anger. "They tried to beat the magic out of me. But you can't beat magic out—it's in our blood, in our bones. Rejecting it outright kills you, I think. They made me believe it was normal until I stayed with the Weasleys. They treated me like trash, starved me, locked me up, and worse. The Weasleys showed me what a real family is supposed to be."

Harry's voice cracked with emotion, and he refused to meet their eyes, unaware of the horror on their faces. Dr. Grant pulled him into a hug, despite Harry's initial flinch, allowing the young wizard to finally release his pent-up emotions.

"What about your friends?" Eric interjected gently, trying to shift the conversation away from the painful topic of family.

"My friends?" Harry scoffed bitterly. "They were paid to be my friends, to keep others away. I stumbled upon a meeting where they discussed it with Dumbledore. Luna might still be a friend, and maybe Neville and the twins. Snape, at least, never lied to me."

Harry's exhaustion was palpable as Alan spoke up with a suggestion. "Harry, you might not like my solution, but it might keep you safer. When we leave this island, we go to the press. We tell them someone knocked you out and we found you here. We explain the abuse and manipulation, how someone is trying to turn you into an assassin. It might shield you from further harm and let us negotiate with whoever is pulling the strings."

Harry nodded wearily, "It's not what I want, but it might work."

The journey back to the beach proved more challenging than anticipated. They navigated dense jungle paths, encountering a few dinosaurs along the way which they managed to avoid with the help of their military escort. At one point, they had to cross a swiftly flowing river, a task that required careful planning and teamwork to ensure everyone's safety. As night fell, they hastily set up camp, surrounded by the eerie sounds of nocturnal creatures, keeping watch in shifts to guard against potential threats.

As they finally approached the beach, weary and relieved, they were greeted by soldiers and a man in a suit. "You have to marry her now," Eric joked, pointing at Amanda, who had orchestrated their rescue with military precision.

"Indeed," Alan chuckled, a rare smile crossing his face.

They quickly joined the military people and hopped into a helicopter only to find Alan's student had been found and patched back together by the medic, lying in the back of the helicopter. Harry thought it was sort of funny how Alan's hat was returned but he also couldn't stop glaring at the other man for stealing the raptor eggs. As they flew away from the island they passed by a trio of Pterodactyls on their way to find a new nesting ground away from the islands.

The chaos when they landed on the mainland was immense, despite the presence of armed military personnel. The medical check on everyone but Harry was brief and to the point. Unfortunately for Harry he was too exhausted to cast much less maintain his normal glamours over his scars. To say that the doctors were horrified was an understatement. It didn't help that some idiot photographer managed to sneak his camera into the tent they were using. The photographer was immediately arrested but the doctors snagged the camera and used it to document the damage while Harry fought to stay awake.