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Harry Potter the Dragonrider?	By : 2910leiv Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6181 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Harry looked around with huge eyes. One moment he had been in the chamber at Hogwarts, the next he was here. He was standing at the side of a stone paved road, looking out at a grove of trees and fields of unripe corn swaying in the breeze. People were milling about – although, he noticed, they were not all human. In fact just passing him were a group of centaurs and behind them was a goblin and some sort of red humanoid. He had no idea what species that last one was. A humanoid with strange orange eyes and green striped hair drove a wagon pulled by a horse. It was loaded with sacks of something and at the very back of the wagon sat an old woman, her legs dangling. She had a basket of baked goods beside her that sent a delightful smell Harry’s way. She smiled at him as they drove past. Harry followed her with his eyes as he spotted the Dragonrider standing next to him with Severus Snape on her other side. The man seemed absorbed by something and Harry turned to see what it was.

His jaw dropped. To the left of him was a massive golden stone bridge guarded by rearing dragon sculptures on either side. The bridge led across a wide river and on the other bank was a large sprawling city, the far side of which rose up the slope of a mountain. A grand citadel loomed near the top of the city. The houses were built with the same golden stones as the bridge and the shingles on the roofs were blue. Many of the houses had rooftop terraces and Harry could easily see the reason why. There were a large number of dragons to be seen all over the city, residing on the terraces, walking in the streets, as well as flying through the air. Some even had riders on their backs. One of the dragons roared and some of the others answered. Puff, still in his reduced size roared as well, as if in greeting. The Dragonrider smiled, flicked out her arm to encompass the city and said:

“Gentlemen, welcome to the Nexus realm.”

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Harry felt as he did when he was eleven and making his first trip to Diagon Alley. The golden city was full of wonders that he longed to explore, stalls and shops selling wares he had never seen before and didn’t know the functions of. It had the feel of an oriental bazaar combined with a modern city. The streets were mostly wide avenues with smaller side streets crossing them. He saw evidence of technology, such as an unusual kind of street lamps. In the wizarding world they only used candles or oil lamps. There was also an underground sewer system and a railway system.

He discovered the last one, when the Dragonrider led them to an underground station, where they boarded the train. The train reminded him of the Hogwarts Express, except it wasn’t a steam train. He had no idea what made it run as he could see no engines or power lines, like the muggles would have. They didn’t seem to have to pay for the fair either. He filed the question away for later. He had noticed how the people around them were very respectful of the Dragonrider. People stepped aside to let them pass and some even bowed.

As they sat in the train compartment, Harry couldn’t help but stare at the light sources. They were made of white stone that seemed to glow. The Dragonrider noticed his interest and chuckled.

“They’re glowstones.” She said. “They’re mined from the mountains in the north. When the stone is subjected to sunlight it absorbs the energy, rather like muggle solar panels.” Harry nodded, but Snape looked a little confused. He didn’t say anything though, so the woman continued. “When the glowstones have soaked enough energy they start to glow. We use them for all our lighting needs. You’ve noticed the street lamps?” Again Harry nodded. “They work the best. They recharge during the day and glow all night. The indoor lamps have to be brought outside for recharging every once in a while.”

“So you don’t use candles at all? What about fires?” Snape asked. His mask of calm was firmly in place and his voice betrayed no emotion. He was however rather disconcerted by the idea of a society that didn’t rely on fires. Though he had been raised in the muggle world, he had spent the majority of his life in the wizarding world and the candlelight and the presence of a burning fire in the fireplace had become something of a familiar comfort to him. Not that he would ever admit it.

“We do use candles, but mostly as a way to set the mood. Like the muggles. Although some species here prefer to use only candles and oil lamps. We also use fires. They are connected to the central heating systems in the houses. I understand that some of the kitchens also utilize fire powered stoves.” She said with a smile.

When they got of the train and emerged from the station they were higher than most of the city and really close to the citadel that seemed to loom above them. Harry looked around. They were in a really posh neighbourhood, judging from the buildings surrounding the square they found themselves on. A fountain stood in the centre of the square, with sculptured nymphs of the forest dancing around the top of it. Harry’s jaw dropped when he saw it. The stone nymphs were actually dancing; somehow they had been spelled to move.

“Harry.” The Dragonrider said, waving her arm, signalling him to follow. He rushed over to her and Snape. The man was looking around behind a mask of controlled calm; though inside he was just as awed by their surroundings as his young charge.

There were people scattered around the square in little groups, some talking, some going about their business. The bustle of the marketplace was absent from this place. A female centaur trotted passed them with a basket full of scrolls in her arms. She bowed her head in greeting to the Dragonrider and walked on. Harry blushed a little, as he became aware that she had not worn any clothing on her upper body.

“Lady Mitakai!” A man was rushing over to them, holding on to his open robes to keep them from sliding off. He was middle aged, balding on top and a little too plump than seemed healthy. The Dragonrider turned toward him and waited for him to catch up.

“Mylady,” he gasped out of breath, as he gave her a bow with both hands crossing his chest. Snape glared at the man with distain, while Harry looked at the man curiously. He had pointed ears like the Dragonrider, but other than that he was rather unremarkable. His outer robe was maroon and the trousers and waistcoat underneath were grey; he also wore a white button down shirt. The man fished out a pink frilly handkerchief and started dabbing his forehead with it.

“Mylady,” he said again. “The Queen is expecting you. You are to go straight there.” She sighed and with a look to Snape and Harry started walking toward the citadel.

“Tell me, Mr. Tollaporcius, what have you done to earn the task of errand boy? Surely your assistant could have done this.” The man looked a bit affronted but responded calmly enough.

“He is in bed sick. There was no one else available at the time. Best not keep the Queen waiting.” With that he turned and walked away in another direction, leaving the woman to chuckle to her self.

“Come on, Gentlemen. Best do as he says.”

The citadel turned out to be a rather large and surprisingly friendly place, once they had passed the outer walls and the mean looking guards. The central courtyard was busy with activity, as people of all sorts were tending to the needs of the dragons as well as the horses and other livestock. Harry got the fright of a lifetime, when one massive yellow and green dragon swooped in and picked up a goat from the small flock, just as Harry was passing them. He jumped away from the large dragon’s head and the bleating goat in its jaws and bumped into Snape who glared at him. The sounds of the frightened goat were cut off abruptly as the dragon chomped down and started to devour it. The blood flowed over the stones and the other goats bleated in fear as they tried to move away from the massive dragon eating their flock mate. Harry swallowed and tried not to be sick.

“Oi you big lout! What are ye doing that for? Them were me finest prize animals. Now the meat is gonna be ruined, with the fright ye gave ‘em. I’ll be lucky if I can sell the wool.” A very small man came rushing over, screaming at the top of his lungs and waving his arms over his head, as if he could scare the dragon off that way. The dragon just looked at the man and bent down to take another bite. A man in his thirties came over, walking sedately. He was dressed in the casual style of the Dragonriders: a pair of trousers, a long-sleeved shirt with a belted tunic over it.

“Rika, did you ask this man if you could take one of his goats?” the man said in a tone most often used by mothers scolding their children while trying to hide their amusement. The dragon looked at him without remorse, shook its head and continued chewing in a demonstrable manner. The man smiled softly at it. He turned to the aggrieved owner of the goat and asked:

“How much do you want for the goat?” Harry could hear the man throw a fit, but couldn’t stay and listen as he was pulled along by Snape’s strong hand on his upper arm.

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The state hall was enormous, but kept in a simple style. It had none of the opulence favoured by the purebloods and rich muggles alike. The golden stone walls were adorned with colourful tapestries, mostly just depicting beautiful patterns, though there was a large tapestry with a dragon hanging at the end of the room. Harry recognized the image, as the same one adorned the Dragonrider’s cloak and in a simpler form the tunics as well. Large windows were set high in the wall along one side of the hall, providing the room with plenty of light. He looked up to see the entire ceiling covered in glowstone panels. There were also small squares of glowstones set into the pattern of floor tiles.

It was spectacular, but what really drew his attention was the large white dragon lying on a dais at the far end of the hall, underneath the dragon-tapestry. It seemed to glitter with every small movement of its body. It was so beautiful Harry found himself holding his breath in awe. There were other dragons and people in the room, but somehow this particular dragon seemed to demand attention.

The Dragonrider motioned them to follow her toward the dragon. Harry reminded himself her name was Mitakai. It would soon be to confusing to refer to her as the Dragonrider, when they were surrounded by Dragonriders. Her dragon, Snugglepuff, changed into its large form again and walked calmly beside them. Harry couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated and hemmed in by the large presence next to him. He really hated being this small and being surrounded by beings that were taller than him wasn’t helping.

As they reached the front of the dais the Lady Mitakai knelt and bowed deeply to the white dragon. Though now that Harry was closer he could see its scales were not actually white. They were more like mother-of-pearl, shimmering with other pale colours as it moved. He looked at it curiously. Snape was standing stiffly beside him, a pillar of silence. The dragon looked at them.

“You have returned swiftly, Lady Mitakai, and with double the amount of guests than I sent you to retrieve.” The dragon said with a pleasant female voice. She didn’t sound upset though. On the contrary she seemed amused. The knight of the Dragonriders looked up and rose from her kneeling position.

“The older one insisted on accompanying the younger, Your Majesty.” She told her with a small laugh in her voice. The dragon laughed softly at that.

“Did he indeed?” Then she turned her attention to the two human males in front of her and Harry began sweating nervously for no apparent reason. “And why is that?” she looked directly into the eyes of the potions master and he struggled to keep his calm.

“I swore to protect the boy.” Before he could say anything else, the dragon laughed again.

“Oh, a bodyguard. That’s a surprise. You do no look the type.” Snape looked taken aback by her statement. There was no way that he was a mere bodyguard, a servant to the boy-who-lived. Before he could splutter his protests, the dragon had turned her gaze on the boy.

“Young Potter, I am Queen Moira and it pleases me to see you here. You honour us with your presence.” She bowed a courteous bow to him. He sketched an awkward bow in return, feeling totally out of his depth.

“Likewise I’m sure.” He stammered. She laughed softly again. He noticed Snape out of the corner of his eye; the man was still fuming. “Y-You know… Professor Snape’s not really my bodyguard.” He somehow found the courage to tell her – after reminding him self that he was a Gryffindor. She laughed heartily as did some of the bystanders.

“I know, little one. I know.” She continued laughing. Lady Mitakai was also laughing next to them. Harry blushed quite red and now Snape was glaring at him as well.

“So,” she continued after sobering. “You have agreed to be trained by us.” Harry nodded. “And you understand the terms?” Again he nodded. “That’s good. I’m sure you will do well. You might even become a Dragonrider one day.” Harry paled a little as he thought of the dragon in the courtyard devouring the goat. He wasn’t so sure dragonriding was his thing.

“You will begin you training tomorrow. But first, you will need a new name.” Harry’s face showed his obvious surprise. “If you are to be treated like everyone else, it would be best to keep your true identity hidden to everyone currently outside this room.” The dragon queen gazed sternly at the room at large. There were signals of obeisance from the bystanders. “In the Nexus realm you will be called Harry Evans until such time you have earned another name.” Harry smiled and nodded in agreement. He could live with that. ‘Although what did she mean by earning another name?’ he tucked the thought away for now. Snape was looking at him funnily. It was beginning to unsettle Harry, but he didn’t have time to consider it. The Queen spoke again.

“You will also need to place a glamour over the scar. Do you know how to do that?” Harry nodded and performed the magic. The Queen seemed pleased, so he sent her smile.

“I hope you will be happy here with us, Mr. Evans.” Her voice radiated warmth and Harry couldn’t help but beam up at her. He really liked her a lot already.

“Lady Mitakai, please take Mr. Evans and his… friend to their quarters and make sure they want for nothing.” The Dragonrider bowed and turned to them, sweeping her arm back the way they came, clearly wishing them to accompany her. Snugglepuff returned to its reduced size and settled on its riders shoulder.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Harry said to the dragon queen before being led away.

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They were led down hallways and up a flight of stairs without steps. Seeing a centaur walking down passed them gave the explanation of itself. Finally the Knight stopped at a small cell of a guest room. It was about the same size as Harry’s bedroom back at no. 4 Privet Drive.

“This is yours for the night, Professor. I will endeavour to find you some better accommodations tomorrow.” Snape looked around disdainfully. The room was small, with a comfortable single bed, a wardrobe and a desk. A small window brought light into the room, but it was bare of any decorations. It was a place to sleep and store ones clothes and nothing else. He nodded tersely.

“And what of Mr. Po… Evans?” he asked.

“He will sleep in the dorms with the other squires.” Snape looked extraordinarily pleased with this.

“Now, there’s a washroom down the hall that way. You’ll find soaps and towels already there. I’ll send the seamstress by later to take your measurements for a change of clothes. You can get a new wardrobe tomorrow. Over in the desk you’ll find a parchment. Tap it with your wand and say ‘draconis revilio arcturus’ and it will display a map of the citadel. It closes by tapping it with your wand and saying ‘close’, do not show the map to others.” She looked at him sternly, and he nodded his understanding. “You are free to move about as you please. The guards will stop you if you try to enter restricted areas. I will come by tomorrow morning at eight for assignment.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Well you didn’t expect to hang around doing nothing all day, did you?” she smiled.

“Now Harry, come with me and I’ll show you the dorms.” Harry gave a short nod to Snape and followed the woman down the hall. “You’ll receive some uniforms and various items, such as a hairbrush, from the Quartermaster.” she gave his unruly mop of a hair a pointed look. “You will also get an allowance.” She held up her hand to forestall his protests. “It is standard for all squires. You all receive the same uniforms, standard kit of useful items, room and board and a small allowance to be spent however you see fit. In return you work hard, study hard and should the need arise you will be expected to help the dragonrides defend the realm.” They walked on in silence for a bit, while Harry absorbed this.

When they reached the stairs, the Lady held her arm out, blocking him from walking on. A pair of Dragonriders walked up the stepless-stairs and passed them. They bowed with one fist to the chest in passing and the Lady did the same. Harry looked after them. He felt he had a lot to learn about this world. He thought about all the things he had seen so far in the Nexus realm. A part of him really wished Ron and Hermione were there with him. Ron would have loved it and Hermione would have gone into full on research mode. But they had been growing apart during the last year or so. It was as if they were simply moving in different direction and while Harry remained under pressure to destroy Voldemort, they were left free to do as they pleased. Oh, Harry had no doubt they would fight by his side, but they were just not compelled to do so. They were not the ones to have a deadly prophecy hanging over them.

He was broken from his pensive mood when Lady Mitakai put a hand on his shoulder, to stop him walking into a closed door. He sent her an apologetic look and took in his surroundings. They were in a corridor on the ground floor. He could hear a lot of activity going on further down the hall somewhere around the corner. Mitakai opened the door and he was presented with a view of a busy storage room with a counter in front of the door. The blue haired knight ushered him in with a flick of her head.

A round woman wearing a dress with rolled up sleeves was standing a ways in the room levitating some crates to a top shelf with her wand. When the crates had been stored she headed over to stand behind the counter and smiled at them.

“Hello Mylady, what can I do for you?” she asked jovially. Harry was instantly reminded of Mrs. Weasley. Her hair was brown and braided in a no-nonsense-style. Her eyes were also brown and they sparkled with good natured humour. He instantly liked her.

“Hello Madam Septima, this is Mr. Evans. Harry this is Madam Septima, the Quartermaster. Anything you need you go ask her.” He nodded and smiled at the woman. “Mr. Evans is starting as a Squire in the morning and will need to be kitted out.” Madam Septima beamed at him.

“Well, this is grand. Twenty strapping young recruits all starting tomorrow… You must be so excited.” She waved him over to the end of the counter, where there was a small platform. She made him stand on it and said a spell. A small scroll appeared in the air with a gentle pop. She grabbed it and unfurled it. She glanced at him over the top, tuttering softly.

“Mr. Evans, we really need to fatten you up. Says here you’re a sixteen year old human. You should be much taller and heavier.” She made a mark on her clipboard that had suddenly manifested itself. “I’ll make sure your potions kit is equipped with extra strength nutrition and growth potions. Thankfully your body isn’t quite done growing yet, so you can still have a reinforced growth spurt. Make sure you take the potions every day as per the instructions.” She glared at him strongly; all though she couldn’t hold a candle to Snape’s infamous glares. Harry nodded, really pleased. He had always wanted to be taller. “I’ll also include an eye-correction potion. Take it to night when you go to bed and your vision should be fixed by tomorrow morning.” Harry’s eyes widened. There was a potion that could do that? Why had Dumbledore or McGonagall never suggested it? Surely glasses couldn’t be very practical in combat. A blast of steam, some heavy rain or just simply a removal of the glasses would render him almost blind and helpless. Maybe he could ask Snape about it?

A bell dinging once sounded from the counter. The Quartermaster beamed at him again.

“Ah there we are. Your items have been brought to your dorm. Will you need anything else?” Harry looked at her in surprise. She hadn’t measured him or anything! Even Madam Malkin needed some time to measure and make the robes. The woman noticed his look and winked at him.

“It’s magic.” She said. Lady Mitakai chose that moment to offer an explanation.

“When you stepped on the platform, Madam Septima performed a spell. It took your measurements and general health status and put it on two scrolls. One for Madam Septima and one for her assistants out back. The assistants then took a standard uniform kit and charmed it to the proper size. It’s a normal procedure. A house elf then takes the items and puts them where they need to be.”

“Mylady! Must you give away all my secrets?” Madam Septima said, though the twinkle in her eyes belied her words. The Dragonrider smiled fondly at her.

“Only some of them. Young Harry is new to this realm. It is my duty to see to his welfare.” She smiled at Harry. “I think we will also need a few clothes for off duty life as well. Young Harry came to us with just the clothes on his back and the wand in his pocket.”

“Is that so?” Within moments the woman had her clipboard out again. “Any particular preferences to the style and colours?” Harry looked from one to the other, completely out of his depth. He had never been clothes shopping before, aside from when he bought his school uniform, which he was still wearing. He opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, but no words would move passed his lips. The blue knight took pity on him.

“He will need an outfit for formal wear; a dark robe and trousers, two button down shirts, one white and one green. Shoes and socks. For casual wear…” she hesitated, giving him a look. “Muggle style, I would think. A pair of jeans, two t-shirts; one white and one green, a sweatshirt in light grey, a pair of sneakers and some socks and underwear.” He smiled up at her. No one had ever gotten him clothes before. That is, new clothes that hadn’t belonged to his whale of a cousin. She smiled back at him. “You can always exchange them if you don’t like them or you can buy something else, either here or in the city.” Harry didn’t know what to say. It was all getting a bit too much to take in, really.

“Yes, as a Squire you will have an account here.” Madam Septima said. “It’s cheaper than buying from the stores in the city, but the selection is not as varied. But most Squires do shop here and save their money for other more enjoyable things. Like going to the pubs or buying trinkets at the marked stalls for their sweethearts.” She winked at him and he blushed a little. He didn’t have a sweetheart to buy trinkets for, but he wouldn’t mind if he had. Ginny Weasley’s pretty face flashed into his mind, but he quickly brushed it away. She was out of his life now and for the next five years and when he returned he would be five years older than she. It wasn’t meant to be and the sooner he could move on the better.

They bade the Quartermaster goodbye and headed off to the dorms. They were located on the first floor a little way from the storage rooms. The Lady explained how a group of squires were accepted for training each year. Each year’s group would eat, sleep and train together, sharing the assigned dorm. Harry would share a dorm with the 19 other squires of that years brood. After the first year they would be evaluated. Those that were found to be unfit to continue would be expelled from the program. After the second year of training they would receive quarters of their own.

Harry frowned a little. They were to share a dorm with girls. The squire training program paid no head to a person’s gender or species; unless they were of a species that had special requirements, such as vampires who couldn’t tolerate sunlight. They would learn to put their old lives behind them and transcend the strictures of their backgrounds and cultures. They would become Squires and hopefully one day Dragonriders.

It was with no small amount of trepidation that Harry followed Lady Mitakai into his new home.

The dorm was large and well lit. Two rows of simple wooden beds lined the two walls. A trunk was parked at the end of each bed and a small wooden closet stood in between them. The room also had a small group of people in it, he noticed. They looked up curiously when he entered, but it wasn’t until the Dragonrider followed him into the room, that they jumped to their feet and bowed respectfully.

“I am Lady Mitakai,” she said to the room at large. “Which of the beds belongs to Harry Evans?” The young soon-to-be-squires looked at each other in confusion. A young woman with those strange orange eyes Harry had noticed in others stepped forward and indicated a bed to the right side of the room, about two-thirds along the way from the door. The knight nodded her thanks and showed Harry over.

“Here you are,” she said checking the small plaque on the end of the bed. It held his new name. “This will be your bed for the next two years. The trunk is also yours, as is the closet.” She opened it and he saw the promised clothes stashed away there. On the left side of the closet there were a few small shelves. One of them held a metal box, reminding him of a muggle lunchbox. She opened it and showed him the small vials of potion inside.

“This is your potions kit. It contains an assortment of potions, like pain sreliever, blood replenishment and dreamless sleep. I suggest you all take the latter one tonight,” she said loudly, so the group listening in could hear her clearly. They seemed unaware of the kit’s presence in their closets, as one of them made a startled exclamation upon finding a similar kit in her closet. “Most Squires find it difficult to sleep in the dorms the first night and you will need all the sleep you can get. It’s a big day tomorrow and I know it will start frightfully early.” In a more quiet voice she added: “This kit also has your more special potions. Don’t forget to take them.” He shook his head.

Snugglepuff made a loud snoring sound from where it dangled around the Dragonriders neck. It made the both of them smile.

“On that note, I think I will get going. It’s almost curfew and like I said, you need your sleep.” Harry suddenly felt a strong wave of fear wash over him. He supposed it was the need to cling to familiarity even if he had only known her for a few short hours. She noticed the slight panic in his eyes and put a hand on his shoulder. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”

There was a disturbance at the door, as a loud group of people were escorted into the room by a strict looking soldier type. Once they all were in the room, the man whistled loudly, forcing many to cover their ears.

“It’s curfew. Lights out in fifteen minutes. Anybody not in bed by then will be expelled.” With that he turned and walked out of the room. The Dragonrider gave his shoulder a squeeze.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Harry. Just do as the instructor tells you and you will be fine. Remember to take those potions.” With that she left him standing there, feeling all alone in the world.

A young man standing by the bed next to his opened his closet and brought out a uniform t-shirt and began changing.

“Well, don’t just stand there, mate. Do as the Lady told ya.” He grinned. Harry smiled back at him and proceeded to do the same.

Ten minutes later he had changed into his new uniform t-shirt, had drunk the awful tasting eye potion and the dreamless sleep potion and was now waiting for sleep to claim him. All around him he could hear the noises of his fellow dorm mates bustling around getting ready for bed or lying down chatting with their neighbours. To think this morning he had thought it would be another dull day.
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