Dragons Heritage | By : Doragonkage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 50298 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the Dracken concept, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling |
Author's notes text writen in "like this" in italics means it's in hungarian, thank you and enjoy 3) the phrace az én kis láng roughly translated means "my little flame"
Previously: Pointing at the bed as he stood up Bill indicated for Charlie to get on it as he went about gathering up the necessary healing items. "Change back and start talking." was all he said as he set the items down.
Charlie knew better than to argue with Bill, especially since when the man really wanted to talk about something, so he just shifted back, growling in discomfort the entire way.
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Bill gestured towards his brother's bed, indicating that he wanted his brother on it. As Charlie sat on the bed Bill got up on his feet from the desk, padding over to his brother. With a flick of his wand, Bill lit the room with a pale white light, so he could take in the damage. While Bill had not been certain if his brother dearest would return injured or not, he had prepared in case Charlie did return damaged.
Looking at his brother's form, Bill couldn't help but to shake his head and sigh heavily. Charlie's shoulder was bruising up nicely, but worse still the entire area was covered in thin, red velt's that trickled blood, almost as if the skin itself was cracked, an injury that suggested that the scales had cracked and almost splintered under the assault. The left shoulder held distinct teeth marks that still trickled blood, despite having closed up quite nicely. Beyond that there were bruises and scratches littering the tanned expanse of Charlie's skin.
Without a word Bill moved about the room, fetching the healing-kit that he had taken to carrying around, you never knew when you'd end up injured, or your brother went off on a claiming rampage. Setting several vials and a single jar onto the bedside table Bill set his gaze upon his brother, giving Charlie a cold, yet brotherly look before speaking up. "Mind telling me what happened?" Bill asked in a calm tone of voice.
Watching Bill rummage around, like he had done so many times before, Charlie was just waiting for the words to come out. Yet no matter how expected they were, they still had Charlie frowning faintly, and past experiences had taught him to just swallow down his pride and give his brother the answers he sought.
"Well...long story short, me and..him...got into talking along the way out of the wards, and at the end of the talk I was just riled up to the point of no-control, so I jumped him...the sly devil had waited for it and apparated us both away, to where he and I first tested our strengths..." Here Charlie stopped as Bill lift a hand to gesture him to do so.
While Charlie told his side of the events Bill uncapped the first vial and handed the pain reliever to Charlie while he took the jar and uncapped it, mixing the herbal paste within it until his attention was diverted to the story again. "Wait...what do you mean first?...you've fought him before? when..why?" Bill asked, his voice holding all the brotherly care, and curiosity, he felt towards the dragon tamer.
Letting out a sigh as he moved himself to offer his bitten shoulder to his brother, Charlie recalled the second time ever he had met with the Hungarian.
"Well...it was before I was supposedly called back to the reserve.." Charlie lift his hand here to stop Bill from asking anything more before he could explain things properly, or they would end up talking all night.
"I had met this wonderful submissive, a delight to be around..caring, charming and warm, just...perfect, unfortunately our Hungarian friend set their eyes upon the same submissive, nothing happened at first..."Charlie resumed, losing himself in his tale as the words spilled forth.
"One night I woke-up suddenly, and to this day I do not know what woke me, but venturing outside I caught sight of the submissive fully transformed, those beautiful silver colored scales glinting in the faint light, that slim body moving fluidly as he glade through the air, so to make sure that such a beautiful being didn't end up in the hands of poachers, I followed him..." Charlie said with a sigh, a small smile playing on his lips as he ignored Bill who was scooping up a generous amount of the paste onto his fingers.
"I followed him far to the south, into a forest, I watched him stalk the shadows and hunt down his first doe..you should of seen it, such power...such grace mixed with raw and deadly talent." Charlie almost purred here, his eyes already adorning a more reptilian look to them as he looked at his brother, only now noting the paste on his brothers fingers.
Looking over at the bitemark on his shoulder, Charlie snorted slightly in amusement before looking at Bill again. "Promise to put only enough for them to heal, but not too much as to prevent scarring, and I'll tell you the rest."Charlie mused aloud, smirking slightly.
Bill looked at Charlie pointedly for a moment, even while he took the jar and scraped off most of the paste on his fingers before moving to his brothers side, sitting down while gently dabbing around the edges of the wounds. "Do resume." Bill said, continuing on his dabbing.
With a slight grunt of discomfort from the sting of the paste as it was applied , Charlie turned his head to look at the ceiling, gathering his thoughts anew. "The smell of fresh blood and the irresistible scent of this submissive...I couldn't hold down a growl, and of course he heard it even as he gorged himself on his first kill..." Charlie hissed out as Bill began to spread the paste along the wounds, being as careful as he could.
"Having alerted the submissive to my presence I made myself known to him by stepping into the light, revealing myself in my full glory, and after a while of holding my wings out and moving about he made a move to approach me, and that's when HE dropped in." Charlie snarled, more from having Bill probe at the most painful of his wounds, than actual agitating towards the individual he was talking of.
"I didn't know who it was then, but I had never seen a Dracken that large, a good head taller than me, solid muscles and the kind of wings that could block out the sun, they were truly massive..."Charlie said, his eyes closing slightly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It was easy to appreciate the raw power and appearance of an individual when not blinded by rage after all.
"Safe to say the submissive leaped back to get out of the way, although I think that was more of the human half of the submissive surfacing that caused it, but anyway. There we were, staring down each other, and since neither let the other gain an ounce of superiority over the other, we launched off to a primal fight for the right to claim..."Charlie continued, moving his right hand shakily over to his own abdomen, running his fingertips along the skin there. A move that did not go unnoticed by Bill.
"Safe to say I wouldn't have gotten out of there had the submissive not bolted from the scene, with nobody to prove a thing to he dealt the final blow and rushed after the submissive, never catching up with him though, I laid there for a few hours just holding myself together long enough to recuperate enough to make it back..."Charlie sighed out, moving his right hand over his abdomen again, dispelling the glamour he had cast on it earlier.
As the magic faded away the only thing to change was the sudden appearance of four horizontal cuts that ran along from the left side of Charlies body almost entirely over to the right side, all of them scarred over nicely, that dark scar tissue prominent against the tanned expanse of skin. Upon leaning into catch a glimpse of the scars his brother had, Bill nearly growled himself, but opted to just bite his tongue and just sigh heavily as he got up and went to the bottles again to get the bruise salve for the shoulder and the regeneration oil for the damaged magic.
"So that was the first time we clashed...this time...I yielded...gave-up my claim for the submissive..until such a time when he will be available for another...and knowing this submissive as well as I already do, knowing the vast resources of power and potential at his disposal, I can swear my life on the fact that there is not a SINGLE one man who is enough to balance and ground him once he awakens the fullest of his Dragon Heritage.. "Charlie said while looking at his brother with the kind of a look set upon his face that spoke volumes of his determination and commitment, which was quite enough for Bill, for now.
"Thank you for sharing...now, would I be wrong in assuming that the submissive is Harry, hm?"Bill asked, smirking a bit as he applied the remaining potions and oils that'd aid Charlie in his healing.
As Charlie nodded Bill set the vials away and packed his little healing-kit away. Turning to his brother again Bill reached his hand up and ran his fingers through his own hair, a motion Bill often did when he was at a loss.
For a while neither said anything, a chance Charlie took to lay down on his bed, propping his head up on his arms which he crossed beneath his head. "I swear...this Dracken thing will drive me insane one of these days. "Bill groaned aloud as he sat himself down heavily at the foot of Charlies bed, merely shooting a glare at the aforementioned brother of his as the younger of the two dared to chuckle.
"Awww, I'm sorry to hear that your obsessive need to know every damn thing about it is giving you such a headache." Charlie shot back, grinning slightly even as he had to jut his hip tot he side to avoid the halfhearted slap that Bill sent his way.
"As you should be..:"Bill said bemusedly before taking a more serious expression and looking at his brother dead in the eyes. "Are you completely sure it is a good idea to allow unhindered access to try and woo Harry?"Bill asked, only really wanting to know that his Brother was doing the choice for the good of all, and not for some twisted honor excuse.
Charlie's expression hardened instantly to reflect the certainty he felt about the matter, while his eyes reflected the honesty behind his intentions.
Charlie was quite aware that he had failed to mention that he would educate Harry about all things related to being a Dracken, but Bill not need to trouble himself with any more than he already did. "I am as certain of it as I am of my own developing feelings, he has a cold shell, but beneath it he has passion...the kind reserved only for family and close friends." Charlie said quietly, all the while holding eye-contact with his brother.
Looking at his brother, searching for any hints of uncertainty or doubt. Upon finding none Bill finally got up and took his wand and healing-kit, nodding slightly in acknowledgement before heading for the door, stopping before opening the door to glance at his brother with the iciest look he had ever given Charlie. "If you, or Harry..or so help me Bator or anyone else Harry needs to balance out, EVER gets injured like that again and you won't let me know..I swear I will castrate you..and feed them to you" Bill hissed low in his throat, saying it only as a threat, but he could do worse things still.
Bill's glare had Charlie shivering in his bed before they both burst out laughing. "I promise, I promise Bill, now butt-out of here so I can get some shut-eye you ass." Charlie chuckled aloud right before Bill stepped out and dispelled the light spell he had cast.
In the moonlit room Charlie lay silent in his bed for a while, listening to his brother walking about. As the door to Bill's room shut Charlie fished out the scale from under the bed where it had fallen when he had been frightened by his brother.
Looking at the black scale with the hint of white along it as it glinted in the pale moonlight, Charlie pondered about the past two weeks, wondering where fate would take them all.
Somewhere in the far reaches of Hungary, concealed with magic and forest stood a grand estate. A massive manor built of red stone, the architecture was large, every window could easily be passed through by two burly men walking side by side. The same grandeur went with everything about the building, from the gargoyles perched on the roof, to the gardens that spanned along the side of the building. The road that led to the estate, from the depths of the forest, would bring the passenger to the courtyard, to circle around the fountain in the middle. The fountain held two Dragons in the midst of battle, both reared up and standing tall, maws open and front legs grappling onto one another, the water flowing freely along their wings to splash down at their feet.
By the fountain, black smoke gathered and formed, until with a loud crack it dissipated and large, black wings unfurled, but only the left one folded back tight against Bator's back, the right remaining open a little to lessen the pressure on the wound at it's base.
Breathing hard and heavy Bator rolled his left shoulder before moving his left hand to the clawmarks at his side, feeling the tender area a bit, nodding a little as the wound seemed to be healing properly. Confirmed that he was in no rush to tend to his wounds, even as the one at his wing still bled, Bator leaned his head back and looked at the night sky, huffing out a breath at the cloudless canvas of night. A smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. It had been a long time since he had smelled his own blood, or even had to put an effort into a fight, and to say it was a thrill, would be an understatement. Lowering his head while lifting his right hand up to look at the red and blue scale he still held, turning it about in the moonlight. "You best hope that I am not enough, no?...az én kis láng." Bator growled softly before concealing the scale that Charlie had given him in his fist and moving off.
Marching up the small staircase that led to the front door, swinging the doors open enough to have them back against the wall on the inside. Walking in, still baring his full form, Bator looked up to the second floor hallway, what little one could see as it ran along the length of the entrance hall. "KATARINA!" Bator all, but roared out as he kept moving along. With each step taken the sound of the claws crowning Bator's toes echoed in the empty hall, for the room held nothing, no decorations, no carpet, nothing at all but the pillars that supported the floor of the second floor. The only source of light there were the large windows and backdoor's at the end of the hall, and what little filtered from the lights upstairs.
Making his way halfway to the hall before turning sharply tot he left, Bator didn't wait for the person he had called upon, instead just walked to the door he now faced, opening it up to reveal another large room, but this one held more to it than the hall before it. The floor was almost entirely covered by a luxurious carpet of deep, red in color, the furniture here consisted of a glass-table with armchairs at it's end and a couch along the length of the table, with a large fireplace some distance away from it.
The walls were lined with bookcases, with a painting placed between two shelves. The sides of the fireplace held two large windows, almost entirely covered by the heavy curtains that hung in front of them. Ignoring the dribbling blood from his wing Bator made his way to one of the armchairs and promptly sat himself on it, growling slightly as the fire roared to life in the fireplace.
After a while a person entered the room after knocking on the open door. Bowing at the waist to the master of the manor, bidding him welcome home before straightening woman appeared to be in her forties, well kept with only a hint of age showing in the depths of her brown eyes and the manner she held herself. Her red, long hair was tied back neatly, not a single strand of hair out of place. Her outfit consisted of a, black dress, comfortable indoor-shoes, a white shirt and a black vest, simple, stylish and supposedly comfortable.
"How may I be of assistance?" Katarina inquired, still standing by the door, despite the condition her lord was in at the moment.
"Wake the rest of the servants, have them packing away my clothes and books." Bator lift his hand to still the maid, and too indicate that he wasn't done talking yet."Then bring me a tumbler of bourbon and a healing draught...After that you will go to my safe and retrieve the folder that holds all my properties." Bator said sternly, while he didn't exactly have to, he trusted Katarina to handle things with the kind of professionalism that came with age and devotion to ones occupation.
Bowing at the waist and asking no questions, although she was planning on doing so upon her return, Katarina left Bator to his own for now as she completed the tasks. As his head of servants left the room, Bator flicked his hand dismissively to have the door shut itself.
Looking into the flames that danced in the fireplace Bator smirked a little, a glint in his eyes. "You are worth all the trouble...and I can't wait to show you all that only you could ever deserve...I will not stop until you say so, this I swear." Bator growled quietly to the flames, squeezing the scale he held in his hand. While his words were meant for an entirely other person.
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