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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

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Previously: 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 the 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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The morning found Charlie sprawled flat on his stomach on his bed with the covers bunched up over his hips and leaving his legs and upper body bare. Arms crossed beneath the pillow with his head resting on-top, turned to the side to enable proper breathing.
Charlie's hair was sprawled over his head and shoulders like fresh spilled blood, the thin tendrils snaking along intricately, a sight that could captivate the interested.
Emerald green eyes glinted mischievously as pale-red lips stretched into a grin. Legs bending a little to bring the lithe body to a slight grouch. Arms raising and fingers spreading in a manner fitting every bit the predator that readied to pounce on it's unaware prey.
With a triumphant shout Harry flexed his legs and pounced forward to land on Charlie's broad back. In the moment it took for Charlie to open his eyes and react, Harry had already moved so he could land his bottom flat on Charlie's, the teens nimble fingers skittering along Charlie's back.
The blissful silence of sleep was shattered by a sound akin to a shriek. The weightlessness feeling of his dream ground down by a weight landing on him. His unoccupied mind dragged from the debts of rejuvenation as the sensation of tiny things skittering about his back.
At first instinct attempted to surge forward, the red dragon of fire and fury lashing out, but there was something that held it from assuming full control. The faintest smell of cherry mixed in with coconut and the tinge of blood, a scent he knew well.
With his instincts subdued Charlie's human half was left to suffer the tickling assault of the laughing teen perched upon his rear. Opening his eyes wide as sounds of delighted torment burst from his lips while eh struggled the get the pest off of him.
After a while of tumbling and wringing and bursts of laughter and squeals of amusement Charlie finally managed to flip the roles. On all fours above Harry, who was clad in a pair of plain pyjamas, bright blue eyes staring keenly down into an amused pair of greens below. Their hair a mess and breath heavy from exertion so fresh from waking-up.
The moment seemed to stretch on forever as far as Charlie was concerned, his eyes absorbing in the sight beneath of a bed-headed, flushed Harry. So deep was he in just looking that Charlie didn't notice how his grip upon Harry's forearms tightened slightly, almost possessively, nor how a small, boyish hand lift up to touch something that had been spotted earlier during their little wrestle.
The feather-light touch upon the scars running over his abdomen had Charlie tensing slightly, a shuddering groan forcing itself past the redheads clenched jaws, a sound that had Harry drawing his inquisitive fingers away from the wounds.
”Was it a dragon that did these??” Harry asked in a soft tone of voice, expressing his worry with his eyes as
he kept looking up at Charlie.
Drawing in a shaky breath Charlie pushed himself off from above Harry and sat himself on the beds edge, tugging the blanket over to cover his abdomen. A diversion to hide away a certain other body part of himself that had decided to show just how Charlie was affected by the gentle touch on such a tender area.
Even as he moved Charlie didn't break his eye-contact with Harry, and merely offered a small nod in answer to his question, deciding to tell the truth at a better time, preferably when it wouldn't cause Charlie to break his promise.
”What was he, or she, like?...these seem fairly small..was it one of the juveniles?” Harry asked again, only a hint of a put on his face that Charlie had reacted like that to the touch, even as it was rude to just..touch someone like that.
Looking at Harry now, lips pursed just a little, a hint of a frown on the teens brow, yet asking him in a concerned tone of voice, it was quite a hilarious sight to behold really. Reaching out his left arm Charlie looped it over Harry's neck and tugged the boy over.
Not letting the teen have a moment to ponder Charlie brought his right hand over, wincing a little as the motion agitated the wound there. Using his hand to ruffle up Harry's hair, to further mess those wild locks, making Harry shriek out and wiggle, only managing to yank himself out of Charlie's grasp when the older male let him do so.
”Well, one of the older Juveniles, yes, a vicious bull if he decides to give you a rough time...”Charlie said after he'd calmed his laughter down enough to do so.
Harry heaved himself up to sit again, giving Charlie a pointed look, only now taking note of the bite-mark near Charlie's left shoulder, and the odd wounding of the right shoulder. While the bite-mark certainly wasn't entirely human, it wasn't really something one would expect from a dragon either.
Charlie took notice of the change in Harry's expression and immediately tugged the blanket up to cover himself up to his neck. ”Ignore that, and tell me why you woke me up so rudely.” Charlie huffed out instead, a slight frown on his face. Why hadn't he put on a shirt after Bill was done with his healing.
Harry fish-mouthed for a moment before snapping his jaws shut with a click of his teeth. While a small smile stretched at the corners of Harry's lips, the look in those emerald eyes spoke volumes of them having a talk about it later.
”Well, since it's morning already and everybody else was up and awake already, Molly sent me up to, and i quote her when i say, To drag your sorry bottom downstairs or so help her she will come and wake you with the wooden spoon.” Harry said with a nod, watching Charlie snort bemusedly.
”Fine fine, you go tell her that i'm awake and i'll be downstairs after i shower.” Charlie said with a nod, watching Harry get up and head for the door, only for the teen to stop there and turn back and face him.
”Remember...you promised to go on a walk with me today.” Harry said with a smirk. It wasn't a big deal to most, but Harry had planned about the walk since yesterday, so he wasn't going to let it slip from his grasp now.
Charlie let out a small laugh and shook his head before offering Harry a grin. ”Don't you worry your pretty little head about that Harry, i won't forget.” Charlie said with a nod, resisting the urge to touch the bite-mark near his left shoulder, oh he wasn't about to forget anytime soon.
With a nod Harry left, his hastened steps echoing in the stairway for a while. Once Charlie was certain that Harry had ventured far enough and wasn't about to turn back for something, Charlie shed his blanket barricade and glanced down at the reason for it being there.
”Don't you try anything funny, or so help me i'll go into celibacy for a while.” Charlie growled at his arousal, smirking a little as he got up and shed his clothing, setting them aside before wrapping a towel around his waist and taking care of his morning routines.
Half an hour later saw Charlie fresh from the showers and dressed for the day. A pair of old, slightly worn jeans and a tight t-shirt that showed off his physique quite admirably. A fact that did not go unnoticed by Harry, who dropped his fork as his mind occupied with things beyond his hands.
Harry ducked under the table to get his spoon, making sure to keep his eyes on his food, a small frown on his face as he dug into his porridge with the kind of zeal that you'd think it had done something to the teen.
”Oh, lookit that Fred, seems Harry has the hots again...”George began, grinning like a loon.
”Indeed so, and to our beloved older brother too, my my what a greedy boy...”Fred resumed, his face set in a mimic of his twins.
Before Molly could issue her verbal threat to the twins for their teasings of their younger honorary brother, there were two sharp smacking sounds and a pair of twins holding the back of their heads while whining about family brutality.
It seems that Charlie didn't take too kindly to Harry being teased over something as natural as loosing focus of what one was doing when faced with something they fancied. A revelation that made Harry appreciate Charlie all the more.
”Owwie...did ya have to hit that hard, we were only messing around....”George whined while giving Charlie the wounded look.
”Yeah, t'was in good humors...dang that smarts...”Fred joined in, rubbing the back of his head at the same time.
”Yes well, that's quite enough of violence at the table.” Molly said in a way of chastising his second oldest son, but her tone was light and suggested that it was a half-hearted attempt.
Charlie, who had remained standing behind the twins, lift his hands again. The twins flinched slightly, expecting to be rough-housed again, about to babble apologies, only for both of them to let out a stranger sound as Charlie just leaned forward and looped his strong arms around their necks, tugging them into a brotherly neckhold, before planting a small peck on their heads and apologized for hurting their little noggins so.
While normally watching such brotherly transactions around here roused only delighted, if not humorous feelings in Harry, right now there was something different now. As he watched Charlie lean in and loop his arms around the twins necks had Harry's blood boiling in a bad way, but when the older red-head planted that tiny kiss upon the top of the two heads was the last straw.
A low rumble left Harry, just low enough to only draw the attention of Charlie, as intended, and Ron who was sitting close enough to Harry to be able to hear the low rumble. Ron furrowed his brow and leaned in to nudge Harry gently.
”Something wrong mate??” Ron inquired, his frown and concern growing twofold as Harry flinched, snapping out of whatever trance he'd gotten himself to.
”Huh??..y-yeah, i'm fine..just ate too fast, upset my stomach is all.” Harry chuckled nervously as he pushed back from the table and took his plate, rushing it over to the sink. All the while telling Mrs.Weasley that he was fine, and would be outside getting some fresh air before exiting the burrow, shutting the door behind him maybe a bit too roughly.
Charlie had been laughing it off with his brothers when there was a sound that caught his attention. A low vibration in the air that carried with it a sense of threat, not at him but the two unaware males in his hold.
Lifting his head up sharply only to be greeted by the intense stare from a certain green-eyed teen, a stare that promised a world of hurt for those who dared get in his way.
At that point Charlie realized that he wasn't actually looking into Harry's eyes, but the Dracken that lurked beneath the surface, a mighty possessive one at that, and while he was flattered by the reaction, he also knew that there was only so much time before things would go awry if he didn't act now.
Just as Ron leaned in to nudge Harry to garner his attention, Charlie let his brothers go and stood up as casually as he could, but his eyes remained set upon Harry. Watching the Dracken be dragged down to the back of the boys soul to stay put for another time.
The tension and confusion that Harry left behind his abrupt departure from the kitchen lingered for a good while until Charlie finally spoke-up. ”I'll go see if he's really as fine as he says he is...”
”Wait a moment, you haven't had anything to eat, and Harry certainly didn't eat as much as i'd hope he would, so just a moment.” Molly nodded as she got up and began bustling about setting the two up with a small basket of food, handing it over to Charlie.
”Hey, i want to go check on Harry too, he's my best mate...”Ron piped up while his mother worked about setting the two up.
”Not this time Ron, it's best if you let Charlie take care of this, he's better equipped to handle it.” Molly said with a kind smile on her face directed at his youngest.”The same goes for the rest of you, especially you two rascals.” Molly added as an afterthought as she sat down again, waving her fork in the twins direction.
Charlie shook his head at the antics of his family, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he checked the basket before heading out to look for the little submissive.
Harry wasn't hard to find, the teen had sat down almost immediately after shutting the door. Sitting on the porch with arms over his bent knees, head hung while he drew deep breaths, murmuring something under his breath as Charlie stepped out.
”AH, there you are raven.” Charlie said in a cheery tone of voice as he stepped out and closed the door, mindful of the teen perched upon the stairs.
”Molly sent you to check on me?...l”Harry inquired, sounding somewhat distant, and still in thought even as the boys attention was somewhat upon Charlies figure.
”Nah, came all by myself, and while i'm at it i thought i'd enjoy the weather outside.” Charlie said with a nod as he stepped past Charlie, the basket held in his right hand as he twirled around, bending at the waist a little and offering his right hand to the teen.
”If you think it too soon, would you care to join in for a the walk i have promised thee?” Charlie almost purred, twisting his voice to sound slightly older, and if not for the grin plastered on his features, the red-head could of pulled it off flawlessly.
”You're such a goofball..:” Harry said with a small chuckle as he took the offered hand, letting out a yelp as he found himself tugged up close and personal to the larger male.
With a twist and a bend Charlie yanked Harry over and under his arm, letting go of the teens hand in favor of looping it around Harry's waist and as he straightened up. Charlie now had Harry dangling under his arms.
Said teen kicking up a fuss, although the beaming grin plastered on Harry's face suggested that he wasn't as much against the notion of being carried around like a sac of potatoes as he seemed. Maybe today would turn out just fine, despite the..odd start to it.
”You know i am, besides, this is the best way to turn that frown upside down.”Charlie said cheerfully, covering up for the wince that was brought by the sharp pain shooting from his right shoulder as Harry wiggled.
Charlie walked along for a good while, keeping Harry securely under his arm, said teen having stopped with his kicking and wiggling and now just hung from the arm, much to the relief of Charlie who had been feeling the strain from each bout of struggle on his injured shoulder.
Watching Charlie's bare feet thud onto the ground, Harry found himself thinking back just an hour or so,
Charlie had wounds he hadn't explained, and some he had sought to hide. While normally it would be understandable that most would hide prominent scars from view, it wasn't the case with Charlie.
The dragon-handler would show-off his scars if one were to spot them, and he would tell the tale of how he garnered it, so why hide them now?. It did not add-up at all. Harry's train of thought was brought to an abrupt halt by Charlie dipping him down so that Harry's feet touched the ground again, waiting for the teen to secure a footing before letting go.
Harry straightened himself up and stretched a little with his arms above his head and arching his back into a nice curve, letting out a small sound of content as his spine popped. Sparing a glance to Charlie who sat himself down at the base of a tree, the very same against which Arthur had found him napping over days before.
Taking a seat next to the older male, as the spot was patted for him, Harry leaned against the trunk of the tree and lift his gaze upwards to look at the cloudless sky. A small sigh leaving his lips, remaining as the only sound along the ones that Charlie made as he went through the baskets content.
”So, what's the story behind your newest battle-scars??” Harry inquired after a while, turning his head to spare a glance at the older male.
Charlie pulled out a sandwich just as he heard Harry's question, halting for just a fraction of a second. Letting out a small sound of acknowledgement Charlie offered the sandwich in his hand to Harry and went to take another one, taking the moment to think how to go about it.
Harry took the offered food, but only held in his hand as a small frown settled on the teens face .
Finding himself a sandwich as well, Charlie reclined against the trunk of the tree before unwrapping the sandwich and taking a bite. While he had yet to reply to Harry's question, Charlie wasn't intending on leaving it like that, he just needed to find the best way to put the events into words.
”I'm sorry for snooping...They just looked...fresh and quite..umm..flattering really.” Harry said after a while, a small blush settling upon the apples of the teens cheeks as he kept his eyes upon his untouched food, silently chastising himself for calling something like scars flattering.
It didn't help Harry's train of thought from steering clear from the dark thoughts of being a freak that spoils everything he touches. That Charlie burst into laughter, almost choking on his sandwich in the process.
Coughing still to get the bits of food from agitating his throat, Charlie reached his right hand over to grab hold of Harry's left as the teen made a move to get away. Giving a tug on the limb he held Charlie pulled Harry over to his side before letting go, only to snake his right arm around Harry's shoulder to keep him there.
Looking down to the confused, if not distressed, expression that Harry had upon his face, Charlie could only shake his head before bending down enough to plant a small, brotherly peck upon Harry's forehead. Grinning through the entire ordeal as he pulled back to look into Harry's eyes once more.
”Thank you little Raven, nobody has ever complimented my freakish quirk of letting some wounds scar over, sure some say they're cool or some such, but never that they somehow..flatter me.” Charlie mused aloud, a delighted, slightly smug grin tugging at his lips.
”You're not a freak!!...” Harry almost shouted out before he could catch himself.
Where the teens expression had turned to an almost outraged one, it quickly deteriorated to a slightly panicked one at his own outburst. Especially since Charlie's grin melted away and got replaced by a confused look instead.
”You're..you're not...you're kind...warm..caring and an awesome person...never..think otherwise.” Harry almost whispered out as his outburst died down fully. By the end of it Harry brought his hands up, running them over his own face before digging his fingers into his own hair, gripping fistfuls of it.
Charlie sat still for a while, blinking owlishly. Well that was odd, something was definitely bothering Harry, or at the very least making him act so out of the ordinary. It was in that moment that Charlie made it his task of the day to dig it all up, no matter the cost.
Looking at the teen for a few moments, watching said boy holding his head as if trying to keep it from splitting open Charlie sighed slightly and set his breakfast aside and reached over.
Harry was too wrapped up in his own mind, berating himself for his ridiculous outburst and lack of control over his own reactions. So deep in his own mind Harry had sunk that as a pair of solid arms wrapped tight around his upper-body and tugged his slim form over against one far more solid, all this without a reaction from the teen until he was trapped in the warmth of another.
Charlie gathered Harry into his arms and pulled him over so that the teen was seated on his thighs, just holding the boy tight for now, until Harry finally snapped out of his own little trance.
”I'm...sorry..:” Harry sighed out, relaxing in the hold he was in, actually just leaning in against the older male, allowing the comforting touch, even as he did feel puzzled about his own reaction again.
Harry knew that he wasn't one for touching, while not flinching away from it, he was more acting like a cat who didn't want to be touched, leaning away or moving elsewhere to do something menial. Yet here he was now, feeling mighty comfortable right where he was. Being held and enjoying the warmth radiating off of the man who held him, drawing in the scent of said man...it had a way of making things...hazy at the edges.
”You have nothing to be sorry about Harry, nothing at all.” Charlie began, just nodding his head, confident in Harry feeling the gesture as his chin rubbed along the side of the teens head.
”Mmh...i...shouldn't of snapped like that...not fair.”Harry mumbled against Charlies shoulder as he rested his head upon it, completely missing the slight grimace on Charlies features as the weight of the teens head settled on his right shoulder.
”It's alright Harry, but should you want to talk about it, i'm right here for you buddy.” Charlie assured, while bringing his left hand over to gently ruffle the hair at the back of Harry's head.
Harry considered what Charlie had said for a while he absorbed the warmth and comfort from Charlie, somewhat of a grounding force in his confused life at the moment.
If it were anyone else, anyone at all, Harry wouldn't be pulling back now to look at Charlie in the eye. Anyone else would be asking him to talk to them till the cows came home, but Charlie...he might actually know how he was feeling right now, what with his inheritance, school...the book and what he'd already learned from it, and if there was enough time, he'd bring about this whole matter with one Hungarian gentleman.
Drawing in a breath Harry began his explaining. Starting from as far as he could remember accurately. While Harry left out any form of violence conducted towards him unmentioned, he painted the image of his past at the Dursley home as unhealthy and unsatisfying to a growing child as it was.
Then it was time to go into the time at Hogwarts and all the adventures within, and lastly the inheritance business, ending in a brief explanation on just how lost he felt, constantly having to wage a war against something else..another him that was clawing and gnawing to claim control, the fear of loosing himself the most evident in it all.
Charlie listened patiently, just nodding a couple of times to keep the boy going with his tale. By the end of the tale Charlie had tightened his hold around Harry a little, a small frown on his handsome features as he tugged the boy into another tight hug.
”Well, i can't help with most of it...not really qualified for it.” Charlie started, smirking as he pulled away to look at Harry in the eyes.
The sound of fabric ripping filled the air for a moment, before a rush of magic signaled the arrival of something, and with a snap Charlie's wings spread to their fullest, with the rest of the attributes following afterwards.
”But i can help with the Dracken things...so would you do me the honors and join me for a little flight?”Charlie growled, truly so with his new vocal-cords.
Harry watched, mesmerized, as Charlie's wings spread out and the rest of the attributes, blinking owlishly a couple of times before a small smile tugged at the corners of Harry's lips.
”I knew it was you...although your scent is far richer like this...”Harry mused softly, taking in a sniff before getting off of the older ones lap, still admiring every inch he could., offering his hand to the other as a sign that he was ready to go where-ever Charlie went.
Charlie stood up a short while after Harry, rumbling softly with a growl as he took the offered hand and with a crack apparated them away. Neither noticing a lone figure approaching the burrow.
A figure with auburn hair, a white dress shirt, black vest and black slacks, a delighted expression set upon his face as he walked, following a set of specific instructions given to him to deliver a letter.
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