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Disclaimer: Disclaimer: Anything associated with Harry potter is not mine nor do I recieve payment for the production of this story. The known characters, places and familiar situations in this piece are a product of J K Rowling.

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Chapter One: An Explanation For An Unknown Problem

Four Years Later:

He moved swift pale fingers over his clothing, scowling at the moth-eaten edges. One would think that since the defeat of Voldemort that Harry would have had more than enough time to buy new clothes. In essence, that was a lie. He would give his new broom for some time to himself, time to think, time to put the difficulties of the past behind him and stride towards a brighter future.

The only problem with that plan, of course, was that Harry had never really believed he would have a future. The nasty business involving his own soul being a horcrux and his near fatal ending had been a blow, but a blow that he had in some way anticipated. He had always known on some level that he would never make it out of that final battle at Hogwarts alive.

But he had! The black haired eighteen-year-old scowled, flinging down one of the larger shirts in favour of another and stuffing both that and his cloak into his suitcase. He latched it shut with a trembling hand, his other rubbing against his temple in wearily. He had come away from it alive. Where he should have died, others had instead fallen in his place. Remus… Sirius… Tonks… So many others…

And what of those who hadn't fallen? Who had been dragged to cells and imprisoned in their own homes by the ministry? What could he now do for them, when so few of the wizarding world were willing to believe their actions were done purely out of fear for their families. Had he not come fort only a month ago, Malfoy and his mother would now be spending a lifetime in Azkaban beside the wretched Lucius.

"You can't save everyone, Harry." Ginny's voice was sweet in his ear, her smile soft though behind it all he could see the fragile cracks. The cracks he had caused by pushing her away. "I know, Gin, Merlin, I know, but…" Harry had sighed, broken. He had been so very broken in the aftermath of it all, held together only by a stubborn desire to move on and his family.

But… He had never finished that sentence. But what? What was expected of him now that he had done what he had been born to do? What could the Slytherins possibly expect from him except the weary forgiveness he had offered, though many of his friends believed him a fool for offering them anything.

He had done it for him. .

Him.

A presence he had not seen in four years, a presence he had only taken notice of once and yet it stayed with him, the brief meeting burning into his daydreams. It was the absence of him that tore at Harry. He had not seen Theodore Nott since the very end of fourth year. Though he had continued to search for any mention, any signs of the boy to the point where his friends believed him obsessed, he had found nothing.

Had the very idea of it not sent a shooting pain through his chest, Harry would have believed the boy dead and end of story.

But he couldn't be dead. He couldn't possibly be just… dead. Just… gone from the world when he had left such a lasting impression. Nott senior had been one of the first to buckle under the ministry's wrath with the fall of Voldemort and even their impressive sources could find no hint of Theo being around for the battle, alive or otherwise.

Harry groaned, his hand dropping from his head and moving instead to card through the black curls atop his own head. They sat in disarray, framing his pale face in an almost childlike way, though one would be very foolish indeed to consider those emerald green eyes anything but the eyes of a war hero pushed nearly to the edge.

With a small snort, he pushed his morbid thoughts away. Tugging on his case, he hauled the lot from his bed and made his way down the winding staircase of the Burrow, his home. He inhaled deeply, a smile lighting his face at the scent of cooking that wafted through the kitchen door.

"Morning, Harry,"

He cast his luggage to one side in the already crowded hallway, his eyes flitting towards Hermione as she laid a book atop her own case. Her hair sat softly atop her shoulders, its wildness tamed under Ginny's expert fingers. "mornin', 'Mione, where's everyone?"

"Getting up and dressed I expect," she laughed with a roll of her eyes, "Ginny's still doing her hair and Ron was snoring last time I knocked on his door. Although, from the way Fred and George were whistling, I suspect he'll be up and about in no time."

She cut off with a squeak of surprise as a bang suddenly met their ears, shaking dust from the ceiling and followed by what could only be described as a yell of pain. Harry darted one quick glance upwards, his smile widening despite himself as Fred leaned over the banister and winked in his direction. "And that would be dear Ronald's wake up call."

The pair made their way hastily towards the kitchen as Molly came rushing out in her apron, a wooden spoon already brandished in one hand and murder in her hazel eyes.

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The train pulled to a stop and with it, the students piled out, the gap between first years and older years now seemed cavernous. Whereas once they had all laughed at the excited chatter of the younger years as they took in the sight of the castle and lake, now the majority of the older years seemed somehow subdued. The seventh years who had returned to finish their schooling cast wary looks around, their hands twitching as if ready to pull their wands in defence at any given moment. It was Luna's presence alone that kept both Harry and Ron from vibrating off the seats of the carriage with the tension.

"Who do you suppose will be teaching us defence this year?" the blonde asked softly, her eyes, though distant, watched as more and more students drew back from the thestrals, their brows creased in confusion. "No idea," Neville supplied as he stretched, sweeping a hand through his collar-length brown hair, "but whoever it is, they would want to be very, very brave."

"You don't suppose Snape will take it over do you? I mean, Slughorn wouldn't give up potions so easily, would he?" Hermione's brown eyes narrowed in thought as they neared the castle, her gaze darting to Harry for the briefest of moments. The dark haired Gryffindor grinned. "It's a miracle that great big bat is alive at all. If he's teaching this year he has my respect. To be honest, I'm more interested in finding out who'll take over for Hagrid. Wasn't he still on paid leave when he sent his letter last week?"

"That he is, mate," Ron nodded as the carriage drew to a stop. The tall red head was the first to leave, his blue eyes bright as he took Hermione's hand to help her down. "From what I heard, he's off on holidays for another year, and rightly so after the things he went through. I still say it should be you on paid leave, Harry." The smaller boy laughed as the group made their way towards the bright castle. "Not bloody likely, who'd look after you and'Mione?" Luna cast him a small smile and waved as they neared the Great hall, splitting off to find a seat at her own table. Ron snorted as he took his seat, eyeing the table of teachers critically. "I can take care of myself, mate."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure, but…"

"Bloody hell!"

Harry jumped as he was interrupted, his eyes snapping open to stare at where Ron was staring. "What? What is it?"

"It's Charlie! What the bloody hell's he doing here! Oi! Charlie!"

Hermione hissed as the red head seated at the professors table glanced at them sharply, his grin all but splitting his tanned face. "Ronald Weasaley! Don't you dare scream into my eardrum again! And at the teacher's table no less!"

Harry snorted as Ron's ears turned a suitable pink and he mumbled an apology, though he perked up as soon as he realised his older brother had stood up and was making his way towards them. "Here he comes!"

Harry shook his head softly as he glanced up and green eyes locked with a familiar pair of blue. A tremor raced up his spine, though whether it was his own magic or the magic he had felt around him from time to time, Harry couldn't tell. He watched through narrowed eyes as Charlie stared at him, a curious tilt to the dragon-tamer's head.

The older redhead pushed into a seat beside his brother, clapping Ron hard enough on the back for him to cough and offering a smile to Hermione. He flicked a curious gaze across the table to where Harry sat. "Hello, Harry, haven't seen you since the quidditch world cup."

"What are you?"

The question left his lips unbidden, a thought that had barely entered his mind before he had pushed it out in innocent curiosity. The tremor was a now constant vibration against his spine, sparking against his own magic in a way that felt delightfully comfortable. He blushed as he realised what he had just said, a hand rising to cover his mouth forcefully. "I'm so sorry!"

Charlie, however, merely laughed. Ignoring Ron's frown at Harry and Hermione's gaping mouth, he offered a hand to the smaller Gryffindor. For a moment, Harry didn't want to take it. His stomach clenched as he held out a hand of his own and clasped the redhead's. He hissed as a spark of unknown magic raced up his arm and drew back with a glare at the older Weasley.

"Sorry, Harry," Charlie laughed, "had to make sure. I'll be damned, I'm surprised no one told me there was another in the family. Was it the Horntail then? That beast had her eye on you from the start."

"What are you talking about?" Harry interrupted with a frown, his gaze darted to Ron as if searching for back up that his brother was insane. "The Horntail? Who should have told you what?"

Charlie stared at him, until understanding lit his features and he offered Harry a sad smile. "Oh," he sighed, "you don't know." Harry growled at the statement, clenching his hand softly. "Don't know what? Really, Charlie, you had better start making sense or…"

"You, Harry, are a Destined. A Dragonette Destined to be perfectly precise." Ron made a small sound at the back of his throat, wide eyes shooting to his brother. "What?" he shrieked, drawing the attention of the younger years that had begun to gather around them. "Are you insane, Charlie? You think I wouldn't know if my friend were a Destined?"

"Ron! Shut up!" Hermione snapped suddenly, her voice a sharp whisper in comparison to Ron's blatant yell. "This makes sense! Don't you see? his desire to constantly be around us, his family, the way he took the deaths of the others, the way he pushed Ginny away without even realising it!" There was excitement in her voice, as though she had been trying to figure out a puzzle for a long time, and had suddenly found the missing piece. "This explains why his magic keeps lashing out at all those suitors that were trying to harass him in Diagon, he couldn't recognise them as a mate!"

As clarity hit Ron like a brick, he let out a groan of understanding and clapped a hand over his face. "I never even thought… All those years wondering what was up with his mood swings and I went through the blasted same thing with Charlie! Damn it, I never made the connection! No one made the blasted connection! To think… "

The excited chattering of the pair was brought to an abrupt end as a streak of magic suddenly latched around Ron's wrist and dragged him closer to his brother. "Enough!" Charlie scowled, "you've terrified him!" Ron's blue eyes shot to where his friend was sitting, taking in the confusion in those green eyes and the way Harry had paled. "Aw, no, mate I'm sorry," he sighed, "I'm useless at this."

"I'll say," Charlie agreed with a snort, casting a wary glance towards the top table before blue eyes once more landed on Harry. "There are things you need to be told Harry and I promise you though they may seem like a lot, it's not bad. Will you walk with me?"

Harry cast his friends a weary glance, for once in his life, uncertain whether he wanted their knowledge to be shared with him. With a sigh he rose up slowly and made to follow the redhead, but not before a shout from Ron drew them back.

"Oi! What are you doing in Hogwarts anyway?"

Charlie offered a small smile and a bow. "I am your new Care Of Magical Creatures professor and you may call me sir."
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