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Dawn of the Drow	By : SomethingElse Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Dawn of the Drow

This is an offshoot of the Chameleonis Story, where the Drow story comes in. M/M, M/F, Mpreg, Beast,

Pairings include: Lee Jordan Shakelbolt/Angelina Johnson, Charlie Weasley/Chris Kunzaii, Kingsley Shakelbolt/King Macombii of Mozambique, Past Kingsley/James Potter.

The closed world of the Drow has decided to allow into its midst only a few mortals, but when Charlie Weasley mates with the cousin of the prince, he finds himself in an altered world where his magic sets him up for a whirlwind of excitement and danger. Dragons are plentiful, and even more dangerous in the Drow realm, but other beasts are just as prevalent. He must face one of the most deadly to prove himself worthy of the honor of his mate, and Chris' life is at stake even as much as Charlie's, not to mention the child that Chris carries.

With the help of Lee Jordan, Kingsley Shakelbolt and Angelina Johnson, Charlie will prove that humans are worthy of the love that Chris has bestowed on him, or die trying.

Chapter One: Dragons

Drow politics were not to be underestimated, but since Charlie and Chris had already consummated their mating, it was a moot point. He received the letter, delivered by a beautiful raven, the biggest and blackest he had ever seen, and in it was a message to clear and to the point, that there was no way he could misinterpret it.

The king of Magic Mozambique requires the attendance of his nephew, Manchrisaii Mohammaden Kunzaii, and the human wizard Charlie Weasley at his court in one moon cycle. Failure to attend will bring strict punishment to the line of Prince Kunzaii. Prepare for an extended stay.

And Charlie knew that he would not fail his lover in this. Chris was not surprised by the letter, only by how soon it had arrived. He looked defeated and Charlie wanted to console him, but Chris would have none of it.

Charlie gave notice to the head of the Dragon preserve, promised to write him with information he could gather on the local dragons of the African nation, and packed up his belongings. Most he sent home, to his parents, the rest they sent on to the palace of Chris' uncle. They would not return to Bulgaria.

Five dragons flew overhead, circling in a lazy pace, gliding and dipping, calling to each other in a soft song that very few humans had ever heard. The brightest of the group, and the smallest, was called Tozzo and he was the favorite of the dark blue queen, Umballa. She led her four mates in their morning mating dance, choosing her pick by the criteria that tickled her fancy for the day.

From their place on the plateau, where the portkeys brought visitors to the magical population of Mozambique, Charlie released the broken tea pot and looked around, admiring the dragons, the scenery and the man that had traveled beside him.

Chris Kunzaii had dark chocolate skin and coal black eyes. His high cheekbones and pert nose with flaring nostrils were hereditary traits that marked him as a member of the Mozambique royal family. He was also a Drow elf and second in line for the elf throne.

As Charlie watched him, Chris put the tea pot on a stone and slid his hands around the second born Weasley's waist. “My fadder will be here soon. Umballa calls him.” he said.

Charlie looked up, noting for the first time that the queen dragon had changed her song to a new one that was more excited and higher pitched. The males were swooping and diving, coming closer to the ground with each drop. When the bright orange male came dangerously close to colliding with the rocks and trees, the queen screamed and flew straight at him, chattering a scolding at him as he back winged away, clear of her talons and strong beak full of razor sharp teeth.

“Umballa does not allow Tozzo to play such dangerous games. He may not be her chosen for this clutch.”

“Oh, it looks different to me. She looks like he's her favorite and she wants him to be careful so that he'll be able to mate her.” Charlie leaned closer until he could feel the dark man's breath on his lips. “That's how I would think.”

Charlie's lips found the darker man's and his fingers threaded through Chris' tight curls. When they parted, Chris smiled.

“We cannot do this, now. My father will be here, soon.”

“He won't approve of me, will he?”

“That is not it. You must be given a chance to choose your mate. Until then, no one may be with you.”

“I've already chosen you. We've already been together.”

“You cannot chose me, until you have been introduced to others who are qualified to compete with me.”

“I don't want anyone else.”

“You must be given the chance. It is the way of the Drow Fae. You will be courted by your choice of four suitors for ten days and ten nights. For two additional days you will be left alone, to choose.”

“Twelve days.”

“It is a short time, when our lives will extend for many years beyond it. Please, Charlie. For me?”

Charlie sighed and shook his head. “Fine. For you.” Even as he spoke, a group of local wizards arrived over a hill and approached.

“Follow my lead.” Chris said before they were close enough to hear. “My father. I greet you!” there were seven or eight men old enough to be Chris' father, but only one reached out and clasped his lover. Behind these men were twenty young, healthy, dark-skinned males.

“Uncle. I greet you.” Chris turned to another man, who looked very much like his father.

“Manchrisaii! You look well. And this is your Charlie.” the man turned to the redhead and took his hand. “I greet you.”

“Oh, I greet you, King Macombii. This is a beautiful country.”

“Yes, it is. Come and see the view.” he led Charlie to a natural stairway that rose up the side of an outcropping of stones. “Here.” the king said raising an arm to sweep across the horizon. He made Charlie turn so that he viewed the full circle of the land, ending on the group of men gathered around Chris. “And here is the true beauty of my land.”

Charlie couldn't hide the blush that flooded his face, looking down on the almost two dozen men eying him lecherously. He felt like meat. He found Chris and locked eyes with him, avoiding those other gazes.

“Come. The village awaits.” Charlie was led down the hill and across the grassy plain. The rest of the group filed in behind them. Charlie turned once, to see Chris near the rear, but the man next to him pulled him briskly and he had to watch his footing on the uneven ground.

After walking for about a mile, they saw a village on the rise of a hill and Charlie thought they were nearly there, but Macombii aimed to the right of it and toward another rock shelter Once there, the man turned to him and apparated them away.

Charlie was embarrassed to have believed that the village where Chris was raised could have been the rural set of huts that he had seen on the grass plains. When they apparated in, he found himself in the middle of a civilized metropolis of adobe houses and towering pyramids. There were people milling about the streets, vendors selling goods from street carts and out of open front stalls with brightly colored awnings.

Chris smirked from his place, nearly as far from Charlie as the group could force him, and the Weasley man smiled back at him. “This is amazing, your highness.” Charlie said to his lover's uncle.

“You must call me Macombii. I am not higher than anyone else, and we do not use royal terms within the village walls.” Charlie nodded and the king pulled him toward the tallest of the four pyramids that he could see from the entrance gate to the city.

“Is that your home?” he asked and Mocombii laughed.

“That is the temple. We do not live in it, but we spend a great deal of time there. Our home, is just beyond it. I will show you where you will be staying while you are with us, and where we have put your things.” He turned back to where Chris and his father were walking, talking together in low tones. “There was a mix-up with your luggage, and some of my nephews got put into your bags. We have sorted it all out.”

Charlie blushed again, mumbling a quick thank you to his host. Chris was a blank slate, showing no emotion about his uncle's announcement. They skirted the great pyramid and found a row of large adobe houses beside it, that ran the length of its one sides. Charlie was shown to a small room, within the middle home, and there his suitcases were arrayed for his use. They had been opened, he was sure, but there was no sign of the tampering. He had not bothered to use a ward on them, assuming that none was needed.

When he was left alone, he put his things into the drawers and boxes that constituted the room's furnishings. The bed was a giant over-stuffed pillow, large enough for several men to sleep on it, with many smaller pillows thrown about it. It had a distinctive dip in the center, where the previous occupant of the room had left an impression.

Charlie had been told to relax, get used to the dry heat of the area, and he would be collected before the evening meal. Until then, there were fruits and juices, cold refreshing water and bits of a sweet bread to eat. Charlie ate a few dates, some melon balls and drank a large glass of the citrusy water, then he stretched out on the bed and drifted off into a hazy, heat induced slumber.

While he slept, Charlie dreamed of dragons.

He was sitting on a high rock, watching the swirling males, while Umballa crouched near him, telling him the attributes she found most pleasing about each of them. He nodded and looked down, where the men of the village stared up at him with greedy, wanton eyes.

“What about them?” He asked her.

“They are worthless. They cannot fly.” She said, dismissing the entire group.

“Of course, they can't. They are men, not dragons.” Charlie argued.

“You must mate a dragon, then. Those are not beast worth your time.”

“I'm not a dragon.” Charlie corrected her.

“No, but you are nearly as good as one.” And she leaped from her perch, to glide up and join her mates.

AN: And here begins our tale, but would it be any kind of a story if things went too smoothly? Charlie has a lot to prove, and so does Chris. How do you like it so far?
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