Storm Chaser Harry Potter
Storm Chaser Harry Potter
"And you want me to do what now? Drop everything that I am doing... and go back to England with you?" Harry asked a group of adults and an old man whom had drove into the field where he and his team of spotters were currently maintaining several of their weather instruments. Harry had unruly black hair, and sparkling emerald green eyes hidden behind small framed glasses. He wore a polo sweater currently unzipped which revealed the fishnet shirt he wore under and under that was a green t-shirt. The pants were slightly dirty and were beige cargo pants, and black military-issued boots.
The people included before the sixteen year old was the old man with white beard and hair and half-moon specs, a man with black greasy-looking hair, a pink-haired woman, a scruffy looking man with dark hair, one who had the proud eyes of a feral beast or a wolf, and a man who appeared to have fought in a war and survived. They were Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Nymphadora Tonks, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Alastor Moody.
"Sorry old man, but I have no time to go to a school overseas."
"But Harry my boy," Dumbledore tried to convince Harry, but Harry slammed the hood of his green truck down.
"I am not your boy Dumbledore sir," Harry said.
"Harry, something's wrong with the camera here."
Harry pushed his glasses back in place while going over to his friend who had platinum blonde hair and green eyes, and wore jean shorts, a white shirt, with a cowboy-styled brown leather vest.
"What's wrong with it now, Ronald?"
"Not even working..."
Harry checked, and blew grass from the small area in the camera. "Well, you gotta check it often. Unless you feel like sketching tornadoes..." He handed the camera back, before returning to his task, which was taking a quick report of a flanking line to the south-southwest where a line of storm clouds appeared to be active, if the darkness and lightning flashes was indication.
"Besides, I already took all of my grad courses and all that. I went and graduated from school early, and also graduated college just to do the job that I love most: chasing tornadoes. I graduated college two years ago at the age of fourteen."
"Hey! Harry!" A young woman called over to him. She appeared to be the second youngest of the group of young adults, eighteen, and had curly honey brown hair with whiskey-colored eyes. She wore a pink polo shirt, a ruffled dress-skirt and black shorts under it with sneakers and knee high socks, "I just got a report from the National Weather Station! There appears to be a breakout of super cells that can possibly produce tornadoes just south from here."
Harry turned to look at Dumbledore, who looked like he wanted to do anything to take him back to the United Kingdom. For what reason, he may never know, because he gave the order to deploy. Everyone rushed around, gathering things, and putting things away into various different vehicles. A bus changed into a mobile weather station operated by a man named Dustin, a station wagon owned by a former priest-turned-storm chaser, James, along with Jamie, a dark haired girl in her mid twenties.
There was Harry's truck, Ronald's truck with his sister Tori with a loaded mobile home bolted and strapped to the truck. Then we have the van with the other weather operating machines, driven by Jonas, and passenger buddy Eddie. Alicia, the whiskey-eyed girl, was partnered with Harry as she jumped into Harry's truck, this time taking his keys. And the Order watched as the group of storm chasers scrambled off, and drove away to chase after a bunch of dangerous storm clouds. Oh, if only they knew just how dangerous Harry's job really was...