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Of Shield and Sheath	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 17446 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Title: Of Shield and sheath
Pairing: future DracoxHarry
Summary: A foolhardy Dumbledore attempts to change fate, he gains more and less then he bargained for. Creature fic. Future Mpreg.
A/N: I had hoped to have this posted last week before the document expire but it took longer than I expected to find time to type it. Anywhere here it is! The cloak and dragon chapter.

Chapter 18- Cloak and dragon

January 5, 1992

Harry returned to find wrapped packages on his bed.

He levitated them into a box and carried them down to Uncle Sev’s office.

Harry knocked gently.

“Come in.” came the familiar gruff tones of his mother’s true love.

Harry swallowed, opening the door and peeking in. “I know it’s late but…”

“Oh, it’s you Harry. What do you need?” Uncle Sev frowned.

“I found this, well these on my bed. I wanted to be sure they are safe before I open them up.” Harry blurted out.

“Alright.” He accepted the box, and magically examined it. “Interesting, a very crude hand carved wooden flute. I am not sure why anyone would give you such a…” he scowled, “Hagrid of course. With a note, ‘Perhaps you’ll find a use for this.’ I…” then his narrowed eyes focused on Harry, “Stay away from the Forbidden Corridor.”

Harry swallowed, “I didn’t want to be there at all. I have no intention of going back there…”

“Good.”

The second ‘gift’ had a note as well.

“This was in my possession when your father died. It seems fitting to pass you. Use it well.” Severus read and then spat. “Albus! I’ll have to examine this to check for spells such as tracking or having more manipulative impact.”

Harry nodded, “If it is my dad’s, I’d like it back. If only as a memento. I don’t have anything but Uncle Moony’s letters, the dreams and the photo album from Neville’s gran.”

“If this is what I think it is, returning it is not carte blanche to use it to break the rules.” Severus said sternly.

Harry smiled, “I was supposed to be a Slytherin, I don’t break rules for my amusement. I only do it if it’s the only way to do the right thing.”

“Very well, hurry back to the tower. I don’t want to hear you had detention for being caught out after curfew. Ten points to Slytherin for wariness.”

Harry grinned and skipped out of Uncle Severus’ office. He didn’t know what the second gift was but if it came from the Headmaster then it was probably a good thing to have it examined before he actually touched it…

XooooooX

It was February before Uncle Sev returned his solstice gift from the Headmaster but all he was told was to put it away.

Harry placed it in his trunk without even thinking about it.

Now Ron had laid off insulting Draco and Blaise at least in Harry’s hearing but he would have a sour look if Neville and Seamus didn’t sit between Harry and the Slytherins.

Harry had slowly begun to read more of Remus, well Uncle Moony’s journals full of letters. Some were about Moony himself, others his wishes for Harry and many were filled with memories of his dad. While painful, they filled in the gaps because Harry knew nothing about his dad aside from his name before this year. Now he had pictures thanks to Neville’s Gran as stories from the two people who loved his parents best.

While Harry didn’t remember his mum and dad; he had stories from Uncle Moony and Uncle Sev. Harry didn’t count the dreams because he wasn’t sure how real they might be even if he seemed to take essays and textbooks with him.

He had learned how to hold a wand, to use a quill and write a proper essay from the shade of his mother from those dreams. He still had lessons in elemental spells but primarily in fire magic from Ieson. His mum also taught him how to research properly and to use it appropriately, which made him have rather high marks.

While Hermione obsessively adhered to the requested length for their essays; Harry like Draco, Theo, Dean and sometimes Neville or Blaise depending on the subject, wrote over the minimum assigned length.

A semester at Hogwarts and Harry was starting to feel comfortable here…

Harry knew he could only avoid Hagrid for so long before Ron was involved and Harry no longer had a choice. Ron would definitely prefer Hagrid to Uncle Severus…

Then again, the way Ron complained it was hard to know exactly whom he approved of.

XooooooX

Harry’s luck had officially run out.

Hagrid sent Ron the invitation to lunch this time.

Of course, out of their ‘group’ only Harry was invited.

Ron only counted as a friend-acquaintance, not a close friend…

Ron never listened if you tried to explain that, the delusional fool…

So, Harry was dragged out of the castle following their Third Period lesson and shoved towards Hagrid’s door.

“Go on, knock.” Ron ordered.

Harry sniffed, “Don’t feel like it. Besides, he invited you first.”

Ron grumbled but he did knock on the door.

“Back Fang, back. Just a minute… back Fang I say.”

Harry cringed when a large black dog was revealed behind the doo.

“He be a coward but excited about visitors, we donna git many.” Hagrid attempted to look sad and petulant at the same time.

Harry swallowed, trying to keep the dog as far away as possible. “Sorry, I don’t like dogs. I’ve been bitten and chased too many times.”

Granted they were small dogs but being chased up a tree and stuck there for hours until it was called away, only to be locked out of the house, you wouldn’t like or trust dogs either…

“Dunno why dogs be chasing ye Harry,” Hagrid frowned, “Yer a good kid.”

“That isn’t the opinion of my Muggle relatives.” Harry said stiffly.

“Odd that, right nasty piece of work that Uncle of yers. Anyways I have biscuits for ya.”

Harry quickly realized Hagrid was a poor cook since his ‘biscuits’ were more like rocks…

A strange stuffiness had quickly crept up on harry increasing his discomfort.

His eyes darted around the hut only to realise there was a large black egg in the likely dangerously large fire and all the windows were tightly shut. Harry began to feel uneasy, hot and faint causing him to stumble out of the hut to breathe in cool air.

“Oy Harry Hagrid was talking to you!” Ron snipped.

“Couldn’t breathe. Too stuffy.” Harry gasped.

“It’s no warmer than Mum’s kitchen when she’s baking.” Ron shrugged.

“What about that big black egg?” Harry asked. “Or the fact that the fire was far too large and hot for a wooden house with windows shut tight?”

“What egg?” Ron frowned.

“The one in his fire I said.” Harry sighed.

“I didn’t see an egg.” Ron retorted.

“Well I’m heading back. I want a sandwich before class. I’m not fond of biscuits fore lunch.”

“You’re acting all uppity like that git Malfoy.” Ron snapped.

“I’ve met Hagrid. He took me to Diagon Alley. I just…I don’t know, I don’t feel comfortable around him. He’s so much older and huge…”

“You’re just rude, Hagrid invited us for biscuits,”

“At lunchtime and they were inedible.” Harry groused, he had been anxious and uncomfortable about being near a dog already and the hot stuffy hut hadn’t helped.

“Well if he let’s me, I’ll visit lots.” Ron said indignantly.

Harry sighed, “If you wish.”

Harry left Ron behind as he headed back into the castle, he just wanted to put the entire unsettling incident aside. He shivered slightly not sure which was more unnerving, the stuffy hut or the dog…

XooooooX

“It’s gone…” Harry said abruptly as he threw the contents of his trunk all over his bed.

“What’s gone?” Neville frowned moving closer to peer over his shoulder.

“One of the gifts I found when we came back from the Chase. Uncle Sev made sure it was safe and gave it back. The note said it was my dad’s. I was looking for something to read…” Harry shifted nervously. “I left it in the same place since I got it back but now it’s gone…”

He’d been looking for the next one of Uncle Moony’s letter journals.

“Is it shimmery like watery black silk?” Seamus pipped up.

“Yeah,” Harry nodded.

“I think I saw Ron with it. He’s been acting all squirrelly again. Always sneaking off to that gamekeeper’s.” Seamus offered.

“I’ve seen that gamekeeper sneaking around with books on dragons…” Neville offered.

Harry remembered the stuffy hut, the huge fire, the sealed windows and that large black egg. He groaned, “In that case perhaps Hagrid had a dragon egg. He had a huge fire, dangerously so and a large black egg in it.”

Dean snorted, “He lives in a wooden house, is he trying to burn it down?”

Harry shrugged, “I don’t know, I only saw the egg once. It might not even be a dragon egg…”

“I vaguly remember the twins Mischief and Mayhem bragging about having a brother, Charlie I think who works with dragons.” Neville shook his head.

“You don’t think Hagrid got in over his head with a dragon and Ron asked Charlie about smuggling him a dragon, do you?” Harry asked.

“I really hope not, dragon smuggling is illegal.” Neville shrugged.

“I’m not happy Ron took something of mine. I think it was a cloak but why would he need it to smuggle a dragon out of Hogwarts? If dragon smuggling is illegal does that mean, there are rules about raising one?”

“I would assume so, they are known wizard killers after all.” Seamus frowned.

“I really hope he didn’t involve Hermione in his scheme this time…” Harry grumbled.

XooooooX

The next morning, Gryffindor encountered a furious McGonagall in the common room.

“Gryffindor lost two hundred points last night. Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger,”

Harry groaned.

“Mr. Potter do you have any knowledge of this?” McGonagall snapped.

Harry shook his head, “Only that Ron apparently took something of mine without asking. I fell asleep before curfew, so I didn’t know they were out of the Tower still.”

“What did he ‘borrow’?”

“Some cloak, it supposedly belonged to my dad. I just threw it in my trunk and forgot about it until last night. I was looking for something else you see when I noticed it was missing. I mentioned it immediately…”

Dean, Seamus and Neville agreed that he had.

“Traitors.” Ron said out of the corner of his mouth.

“They had no cloak when I found them. I caught them out of bed after finding a Slytherin wandering the corridor with a wild tale about Weasley and a dragon.”

“Not Draco…” Harry asked worriedly.

“No, it was Crabbe and he said he was looking for a real dragon not Mr. Malfoy.”

His dad’s cloak was gone…

He hadn’t had it very long and now something his dad had touched and used was just gone…

“If no one else was involved, then Gryffindor only loses two hundred points. Let me make this perfectly clear; the next time I catch a Gryffindor out of the Tower after curfew and not headed to the infirmary; I will make it two hundred per student.”

With that, McGonagall flounced out.

Ron glowered at them, “Thanks a lot.”

“You shouldn’t have taken my cloak and been caught.” Harry retorted, “Why did you do that?”

“Because…” then Ron snorted, “it’s not my fault if you’re unobservant.

“Why did you drag Hermione into your scheme?” Neville asked.

“Because Harry made it clear that he despises Hagrid when he stormed out of his cabin.” Ron sniffed.

“It was too bloody hot in there, I couldn’t breathe and I was trapped in there with a dog!” Harry glared.

“Fang’s excitable but a coward.” Ron parroted.

Harry pulled up his trouser legs and bared his ankles.

“Blimey are those,” Seamus gasped.

“Bite marks from dogs? Yes, I’d say I’ve got my reasons to distrust dogs. I really hate being bitten.” Harry muttered.

“Was it the same dogs?

“A vicious blighter, I swear she taught it to hate me. It’s been chasing me out of the house since it was a puppy. I’ve been bitten, chased up trees and stuck in them for hours until Aunt Marge called it back. She calls him ‘Ripper’.” Harry shivered, “He dogs never liked me but Ripper loves to bite and it’s always only me.”

“She allows it? That’s terrible, we raise dogs ourselves. It one did that even once to a kid that didn’t do anything to deserve it, then it would be put down.”

“Probably kicked it…” Ron muttered.

“I’m not mean to dogs, I just prefer to stay far away from them.” Harry winced.

“Whatever cowards.” Ron yawned, walking away.

“I want my cloak.” Harry called after him.

“Hermione left it in the Astronomy Tower. Yell at her.” Ron tossed back.

“You had no right to take it. It wasn’t yours.” Dean scowled.

“We’re friends and Harry wasn’t going to need it.” Ron shrugged.

“You can’t borrow without asking!” Neville gasped, “That’s stealing.”

“It’s too early for this…” Ron yawned as he exited the Tower.

What was wrong with Ron? This was ridiculous…

What was so special about his dad’s cloak anyway?

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?
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