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Harry Potter's New Mother	By : FestiveBoi Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5361 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Harry had honestly lost track of time since he leaned up against the scales of his new 'mother', the heat that was naturally emitting through them was enough to nearly lull him to a slumber. It was possibly the warmest and most comfortable warmth that he had ever felt, more so than the blankets back in his bed in the dorm, and more than any heating charm could ever give.
The scales weren't as rough as he thought they would be, and instead they were smooth to the touch, and even more comfortable to rest against. Perhaps it was due to them being around her stomach and heart, otherwise he had no real idea at this point.
However, what he knew, was the fact that he never wanted to leave this warmth. He wanted to bask in it for as long as possible.
He knew that possibly the other dragontamers that were watching this happen - although they couldn't see precisely due to the protective coil that his new 'mother' had formed around him - were possibly confused at what was happening, along with having moments of panic or perhaps, their expressions were that of awe, with a dash of exhaustion thrown into the mix due to them trying their hardest to subdue the beast, yet all it took was one teenager to calm the dragon down and make it purr like a kitten.
A few of the dragontamers were honestly considering to... kidnap or try and convince Harry to leave Hogwarts and continue be with the nestmother, so they could always have a way to know what the dragon wanted and not have to have a wild guess to try and figure it out.
Yet, Harry would be fine with that. If the other dragons were as accepting as this Hungarian Horntail when he spoke to them, then he would honestly accept it within a heartbeat.
He wouldn't have to worry about Voldemort, or the torment that he would continue to face from Malfoy or Snape. All he had to worry about was talking to the dragons, and possibly dealing with over excited dragontamers.
"Is everything quite alright in there Mr. Potter?" McGonagall called out from the other side of Hungarian Horntail's warm, sheltering wings and protective coil.
Groaning as he heard her voice, Harry reluctantly left the clutches of her warmth, before going over towards her wings. He had to talk to McGonagall about this, hopefully she would allow him to stay here for the night, he was already too comfortable to go back into the dorms, where he would have to deal with Ron's obnoxiously loud snoring, along with Neville's snoring.
"What do the humans want?" The dragon huffed, clearly not impressed by having them interrupt this special moment between them.
"They're just making sure I'm ok, let me talk to them and they should go away." Harry stated, before heading over towards where the wings met, which hopefully his new 'mother' would be able to move them so he could see out of it.
"Mr. Potter?" Said the older woman, sounding worried at the lack of reply.
However, the worry was unwarranted, as moments later, the Hungarian Horntail's wings parted, showing Harry was perfectly fine. Although, she did get a little fidgety when she saw the piercing yellow eye of the dragon glaring at her.
'Rude.' McGonagall thought to herself, sniffing lightly at the dragon. Was it really neccessary to be glared at when she was merely concerned for one of her lions?
"It's ok!" He called out once the wings parted and he could see his Professor and a few of the lingering dragontamersm, "Just telling her that I'm fine." He also stated, giving a tender, yet firm rub to the outer wing of the dragon, getting something akin to a rumbling purr from the beast.
Minerva and a few of the dragontamers looked baffled at that. They didn't think that a dragon could produce such noise.
"Make them leave, it is late for hatchlings to be awake." The Hungarian Horntail muttered out, clearly not impressed as she gazed above the treetops and saw that the the crescent shaped moon and many stars were still shining as bright as ever.
It was too late for people to be awake, let alone her poor hatchling, who she could tell was tired!
"Is there any chance of you leaving any time soon, Mr. Potter?" McGonagall questioned sternly, a small frown marring her face.
Harry looked up at the still contentedly humming dragon, who had yet to loosen her grip or the protective coil, "I don't think so Professor." He said with a wince, wiggling around and carefully maneuvering a wing out of the way so he could exit the small coil - much to the displeasure of his new 'mother', "Is there any chance I could stay here with her tonight? It's probably going to take a while to sort this all out."
McGonagall's lips pursed, making them look nearly invisible on her face, "I'm not sure, Mr. Potter it just isn't safe." She said after a moments pause, before continuing, "You really should be back in your dormitory, with your housemates and where it is much safer." She added on.
Harry had to try his best to hold in a small scoff when he heard that he had to be with his housemates, the same ones who were basically fine with one day, yet after something happening that had a rumor attached to him by Malfoy or the other Slytherin's or something as large as him being foricbly entered into the tournament, they would glady turn their backs on him.
Of course, in the following days of that aftermath, he really didn't feel safe at all! He had to sleep with one eye open basically! He didn't want to risk anything happening when he was supposed to be sleeping comfortably in his four-poster bed.
"For what it's worth." Charlie quickly interjected, getting the attention of his former Professor and Head of House, along with Harry's attention, "With this big mama looking after him she's pretty much as safe as Gringotts, dragons are known to be very protective of thier hatchlings and clutches." He stated, giving the Professor something to think about, before adding on more to his case, "Plus there's all of us here as well, we always have multiple people on watch at all times as a rule. No one could get through all of us without someone knowing, and I could walk Harry back up to the castle myself in time for breakfast."
The Professor was clearly looking torn between her professional responsibilities and not wanting to stand there in the cold all night while Harry reassured a disgruntled mother dragon.
"I'll be fine Professor, there's no way anyone's getting past Nestmother tonight, even me." Harry admitted, "And you heard Charlie, there'll be plenty of adults around to supervise the whole time. If I'm apparently capable of facing a ferocious Basilisk in my second year, and facing a hostile dragon during a Tournament, surely I'm capable enough to spend the night with one who only wants to protect me?" He said, clearly reminding her that he could protect himself from any danger.
That and the late hour was apparently enough to reassure the older woman, who sighed in defeat, "Very well Mr. Potter. I suppose considering the… extreme circumstances we can make an exception just this once. I would however like to have a meeting with you in the Headmaster's office after dinner tomorrow to discuss this matter further." She added on sternly, giving one of her famous looks that could unnerve anyone, along with her tone of voice leaving no room for arguement.
"Of course Professor, thank you for this." Harry said, giving a slight smile towards the Professor, before leaning gently on one of the Hungarian Horntail's wings.
"Don't make a habit out of it Mr. Potter. I'll see you tomorrow." She turned and trained a stern look at Charlie, "I'm holding you responsible for his well-being Mr. Weasley."
"O-of course Professor McGonagall." The redhead replied with a small stutter, clearly still as intimidated by that look as he would have been as a student.
With another appraising look in Harry's direction, McGonagall turned and started walking back towards the castle, her wand out in case of any unfortunate encounters during her trek back.
"Well, is there anything you need before I head off for some shut-eye Harry?" He asked, wanting to be completely certain that Harry was comfortable with the night, if not, then he could quickly try and fix the problem.
He shook his head, "I'm fine honestly." He answered, before looking up to the Hungarian Horntail, who seemed to be eyeing both him and Charlie impatiently, "Is there anything you need me to ask Nestmother?"
Charlie looked both delighted and overwhelmed, "So tempting! But not just now I think, I'm running on adrenaline and would rather approach this in the morning with a clearer head." He admitted, although it was really challenging to admit that, he had so many questions that he wanted to ask! Shaking his head from those thoughts, he quickly asked, "Do you have any free periods tomorrow?"
"No, but I can come after classes during lunch or perhaps after dinner starts."
"Perfect." He simply said, "I'll take my leave, Harry. If you need anything, there are many dragontamers on duty, just give a holler to one of them and they will come over in a jiffy!"
"Alright then, goodnight, Charlie!"
Nodding his head the older Weasley gave a small yawn, before muttering out, "Goodnight to you too." With that little sentiment given, he had wombled over towards one of the many tents in the surrounding area that had been padded with some charms to at least help with fire resistance and a small rune of noise cancelation, it wouldn't get rif of all the noise, but it would lower it so that the dragons roars wouldn't keep them up all night.
With that parting remark, Harry couldn't help but give a yawn himself, before slowly turning around and entering back within the protective coil of dragon.
Almost immediately, the moonlight was quickly taken out as the wings had closed behind him, leaving him in some darkness, with the only real lighting being the tinges on the scales around the belly of his new 'mother'.
"Sorry about that mother, they just like to fuss, they mean no harm by it." Harry apologised to the impatient Hungarian Horntail.
"Hatchlings should be fussed over." She replied back, before moving around a bit. As one of her wings lifted up, Harry looked over his shoulder and saw that her head was now within the dome that was created by the wings, and her piercing yellow eyes were giving a decent amount of lighting for the area. Within another few small moments, her wings settled back into place, blocking out the moon and starlight once again, "But they should know I would never let you come to harm now I have you safe with me."
Harry was quiet for a while as he moved closer to his mothers head, stroking the smooth scales of the dragon's snout softly, however, it was clear to the Hungarian Horntail that he was contemplating something.
"Mother." Harry said softly, garnering the attention of the Hungarian Horntail, keeping her yellow eyes onto her hatchling, she watched as he shifted uncomfortably, and it made her carefully wrap her tail around his thin waist and bring him just that much closer to her.
Smiling up at her, he took a deep breath, before asking something that would change the very world, for good or bad, no one was truly certain.
"Would you take me with you, back to your den?" He asked softly, clenching his eyes shut and shaking slightly, he was scared to hear the response that she would give.
To be truthful, Harry had absolutely no idea where the Hungarian Horntail's den was. He had to guess that it was possibly in Hungary, going from the species namesake, however, he didn't know where the reserve was or what it actually was.
Was it like a zoo? Only filled with firebreathing and tremendously large dragons much like her? Was it close to any civilisation whatsoever, or was it in some place obscure and hard to reach, and the only way that you could find it was if you worked for the reserve, or were on a task to work with the dragons for whatever reason.
As Harry didn't hear a response from the Hungarian Horntail, he honestly expected the worse. However, as he heard the distinct sound of her moving about, he was about to open his eyes to see what was happening.
However, that was quickly stopped when he felt her long, fleshy tongue come into contact with his body.
Almost lifted up from the ground itself from the force of the lick, he also idly noted that his scarf, and quiet possibly the upper half of his robes were absolutely sodden with dragon saliva.
He had no idea if that washed out easily or not, although, what surprised him though was that he actually wasn't as bothered by the smell of the saliva as he should have been. Perhaps that had been something else that happened when the ritual happened in the arena.
"Of course, my little hatchling. If that is what you wish, then I will do my best to make that happen." She said, she sounded very happy that her little hatchling wanted to come home with her, "Do you have any idea on how to do this?" She asked, wanting to know if her little hatchling had a plan to make this happen.
Feeling absolutely relieved that she would allow him to come with her when she was due to leave back to her den - whenever that was to happen, he had to find out - and he couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement rush through his body.
However, shaking his head away from those thoughts for now about his new life that might be coming up, he brought his hand to the hood of his robe and brought out the invisibility cloak, "With this, hopefully it will be enough to make this happen." He said, holding up the cloak so that the Hungarian Horntail could see it.
Narrowing her eyes at the piece of fabric, she couldn't help but feel a little confused by it. How was that simple piece of fabric suppose to help with this?
"I'm afraid I don't understand, hatchling." She simply said, confusion clear in her voice, although it was a clear indicator for her hatchling to try and fill in the blanks for her. She didn't really understand about human magic, fancy schmancy stuff, nor did she understand all of that mumbo jumbo.
To her, dragon magic and using the traits from the dragons respective species in a fight was better. That way, it was all up to pure strength along with age and wisdom that helped win skirmishes between colony members and invading colonies.
"Oh." Harry muttered out, feeling a little tinge of pink appear on his cheeks from the embarrassment he just felt.
Taking the cloak and draping it over his shoulders, he gazed upon his mothers gleaming yellow eyes as they watched with confusion at what was happening, "This is an invisibility cloak, and like the name suggests, it renders whatever it covers invisible." He said, gesturing to the fabric that was draped over his shoulders.
Blinking twice in confusion once more, Harry realised that she may need a more physical approach to it, "I'm not entirely sure it works on animals or magical creatures though, never really tested that in the past." He stated, feeling a little stupid that he hadn't tested that yet.
Well, sort of, although he couldn't really count the two encounters of Mrs Norris as experiments, it was just too risky if it didn't work, because then he would've been caught by Argus Filch.
No one ever wants to be caught by him or be in his presence for more than five seconds, and from the tales and rumors that he heard about his punishments, he really didn't want to confirm if he was as bad as they say he was.
Fully draping himself with the invisibility cloak, he made sure to keep the cloak underneath his chin, leaving his head free from the effects of it. Not only was this for the fact that he really couldn't be bothered to do it, but he wanted to see if his new mother could see or sense the difference between it.
"Hmmm?"
Humming out a little, she kept her gaze on her little hatchling, seemingly piercing through his very being as she eyed him up and down, and focusing on him greatly.
At first, she didn't see nor sense any difference, however, once she allowed herself to 'unfocus' on her hatchling, it was then that she felt something. Turning her head so she wasn't fully facing her hatchling, out of the corner of her eye, she did sense some sort of difference. To her, she couldn't hear her hatchlings heartbeat, nor could she sense the magic naturally coursing through his body, however, she could see his head, yet the rest of his body seemed... blurry in a sense.
"It seems that the... invisibility cloak has some sort of effect on me, when I am not focusing nor paying full attention." She said, turning her attention back to her hatchling, and confirming her own theory, she could now sense everything, from the magic coursing through his body, and from hearing his heartbeat.
"Yes! It might work on other animals and magical creatures." Harry cheered out softly, pumping his fist up in the air.
Not understanding what her hatchling was saying due to him not speaking in the 'speakers tongue' she merely rolled her eyes at him, "Hatchling, it is too late to be up. It is time to sleep." She said, glancing at Harry as he stopped cheering, and instead looked a little embarrassed.
"Ok, mother." He spoke out, feeling a little disappointed that he had to go to sleep.
Was this how kids felt when their parents told them it was time to go bed? If it was, he could see why many of the younger kids from what he could remember from his childhood always hated the reminders. Yet, at the same time, it made something within him tingle with joy. Having someone care for his well-being and telling him that he needs to go to bed in such a way made it feel special.
However instead of settling where they were, the Hungarian Horntail started moving just a little deeper into the enclosure that they were in, "Where are you going?" He couldn't help but ask.
Stopping for a brief moment, the Hungarian Horntail turned her gaze towards her new hatchling, her eyes shining in something that he couldn't quite recognise, "Towards the eggs." She simply said, before using the tip of her tail and manipulating it in a rough gesture for him to follow, "It is where we will sleep, for me to keep the eggs warm, and you will also sleep with them, bonding with your new brothers and sisters."
With her statement said, she continued to stride towards her clutch of eggs - not her eggs, but the eggs of the colony.
Harry seemed to blank for a moment.
He knew that this 'adoption' ritual would do a lot of things to him, mainly concerning family, but at the same time, he was going into it with hesitation. However, as his new mother said that they would sleep with the eggs - his unhatched brothers and sisters - he couldn't help but feel a small bout of excitement, yet nervousness at that.
The closest thing that he had to a 'brother' was Dudley, and that was a major roadblock, as he had been nearly as bad to him then Vernon and Petunia most cases, mainly due to the upbringing that he had, and for the fact that Vernon and Petunia encouraged that type of behaviour from him, which in turn led him to the bully and troublemaker that he is today.
Although Ron and Hermione sort of counted, it still wasn't the same, as they weren't blood related.
However, with these new eggs, and his new 'blood' within his system, he would have another chance. This time, being an older brother towards the new hatchlings, where hopefully, he can play with them - the best he can without being put in danger or injured - and hopefully teach them about the humans - considering that he is one, and he would have more experience with his own kind than the dragons in the colony.
Shaking his head from those thoughts, he followed after his new mother.
He soon came into the sight of his new mother laying around the outside of the nest, where the cement colored and slightly spiked eggs were nestled into the middle, with very little chance for them to fall out of the nest itself.
Seeing a spot in which he could be close to the eggs, and close to his new mother. Worming his way past the eggs - making sure to give a small rub on the top of them, almost like he was wishing them goodnight himself - he soon came to out of the nest of many pointed and sharp sticks, before making his way to the 'softer' ground. With his invisibility cloak in hand, he laid it down like a pillow, before snuggling up towards the stomach of his mother, where the heat emanating from her was the strongest.
"How long until they hatch, mother." Harry murmured out, flicking his gaze towards the handful of cement colored eggs in front of him. He was interested in knowing how long they would have to wait to welcome the new dragons into the world.
"Hopefully within the next twenty moons, they will hatch. Unless there is one that prefers to stay within the egg for an extra sun or two." She replied back, before curling her body and wrapping her tail around to meet under her chin, then her wings came down next, making a large dome around himself and the eggs to keep the heat within, "For now, I am content to look after the eggs and one stubborn hatchling." She added on, somehow sounding a little smug.
He didn't know how he could tell she was smug, but he just could.
Ignoring the fact that the Hungarian Horntail called him stubborn - technically he was - he blinked a few times at what she said it, he quickly realised that with the 'moons' were nights, and the 'suns' were the days. Maybe the dragons had a different system to call night and day, and maybe even the seasons.
"Goodnight, mother." He muttered out, yawning loudly as he did so, before he snuggled just a little closer towards his mothers stomach, and deeper into the invisibility cloak, which provided some extra softness to the ground.
"Goodnight, my little hatchling. I will guard your dreams." She said, before lowering her head onto the end of her tail and closing her eyes, before her breathing became minimalistic.
With her piercing yellow eyes closed, there was no longer a source of light within the small dome that the dragon had created, and within a few minutes, Harry was welcomed within the land of dreams, where he would have the best sleep of his life.
Harry was abruptly woken up a few hours later, which sadly annoyed him, as it was the best nights sleep that he could remember having, and the fact that had nothing but pleasant dreams.
The reason why he was abruptly woken up?
Well, it was thanks to the ever cheerful voice of Charlie Weasley that woke him up. Somehow, Charlie was the complete opposite of Ron, and he seemed to be a morning person. Something which Harry was not.
"Rise and shine, Harry~" He basically sung out, not aware that he had woken up someone who was not a morning person and would rather sleep for a few more hours, yet he also made sure that he was out of the reach of the Hungarian Horntail, "It is a little after seven, and I've got to get you back to the castle, otherwise McGonagall would have my head." He added on, shivering lightly as the image of an angry Professor McGonagall made itself known within his mind.
"Ugh... really." Harry muttered out, before slowly rubbing his eyes to get the mess out of his eyelashes.
As he slowly stood up, being careful of his surroundings, he took note that the Hungarian Horntail was still asleep. Well, he couldn't exactly tell, as her eyes were still closed. As he gazed around, he realised that during asleep his arm must've moved a little, as now, he had his right arm inside the nest full of sharpened sticks and resting between the handful of cement colored eggs within the nest.
Quickly picking up his invisibility cloak, he carefully placed it in the hood of his school robes, making sure that it was tucked in, nice and secure so it wouldn't fall out.
With that little chore done, Harry made his way over towards the outermost part of the near interlocked wings, and gently pushed one of them away, so he could see the outside world once again.
He winced as the beaming sun shone down upon him, nearly blinding him as he went from the darkness to the bright light of the sun in mere moments.
"Morning..." Harry grumbled out, carefully making his way out of the reach of his new mother.
Once again, he was assaulted by an urge to stay within her reach, almost like his very being just wanted to be within close proximity of her, but he ignored it for now. He would have plenty of time to do that after he was taken away from Hogwarts and resided within her den and colony.
Chuckling a bit at seeing Harry's rather... messy appearance and just how sluggish he seemed to move, he couldn't help but comment, "You're as bad as Ron in the morning, aren't you?"
"Ha, ha. Very funny." Harry sarcastically said, although he had to rub his throat, he felt absolutely parched and there was a tingling sensation with it.
Apparently speaking in Parseltongue for a very long time was very hard on the throat.
"Well, come along we need to get going." Charlie gently urged him, "Actually, before we go, make sure to tell your mama know, otherwise she would probably raise hell trying to find us, and or roast me alive for taking you away from her." He joked, although he was a little pale at that thought, and he wouldn't put it past that dragon to do so.
With Harry not turning up, it led her to be very hard to even control, and it was hard to calm her down, but that was changed once Harry was brought into the fray.
He really couldn't imagine what would happen if Harry were to leave her and head back to the castle without telling her about it. She would probably burn down the entire forest, and perhaps even upturn the very school just to find her new 'hatchling'.
It was honestly quite sweet with how easily Charlie had taken the enitre 'getting adopted by the a dragon' thing, and just acted as if it wasn't strange at all. To Harry, who was used to everything that he got accused of, and constantly prodded for, it was very refreshing to him.
Then again, if Ron's stories about his brother and his beloved dragons were anything to go by, maybe the only strange thing to him were people who were not as attached to or possibly even curious of them as he was.
Shaking his head from those thoughts, he turned around and made a few steps towards his new mother. He was wondering on how to wake her up. Poke her, maybe? Perhaps he could nudge her awake.
However, the schools motto quickly flashed through his head, and he had to hold back the mother of all snorts. Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus, indeed, however, maybe that wouldn't be the way to go.
Raising an eyebrow at the sudden demeanor change that Harry had just went through, he also took note of how his face seemed to start going redder and redder, "Care to share?" Charlie asked, wondering what had gotten into Harry at that moment.
Harry turned to face him, although a small snort did manage to escape his mouth, "'Never tickle a sleeping dragon' our schools motto." He said, before quickly elaborating, "I wonder how many Hogwarts students have been faced with a practical application to our rather eccentric motto."
It took Charlie but a few moments for that to sink in, before his eyes shone with mirth as he chuckled at that. Quickly thumping his own chest with his fist to try and eliminate the chuckles through a brief bout of pain, he couldn't help but answer, "Well, I would be lying if it hadn't occured to me at least once during my training, and my career, although I would never dare try it."
The chuckles and laughter had apparently solved the problem to their little problem, as the increased noise level had managed to awaken the sleeping dragon.
"Hatchling, what is the noise about?" She managed to grumble out, small puffs of smoke escaping from her nostrils at the clear annoyance at being woken up this way, "Why are you up so early?" She questioned once she saw the suns position in the sky.
It was still too low for it to be anywhere near waking time. She needed to her beauty sleep, and her hatchling needed to be fully rested before he even thought about moving around.
Turning his attention away from Charlie and back towards the Hungarian Horntail, he smiled warmly at her, looking her directly in her yellow eyes - which were slightly duller due to her tiredness - and simply said, "I'm just going to the castle to have breakfast mother, I will be back as soon as I can."
Nodding her head at that, she replied back, "That is acceptable. Make sure to eat lots, I will know if you don't." Harry had caught the underlying tone to her voice, and it possibly meant that she will be feeding him instead if he got back and wasn't so stuffed that he could move. Although, he idly wondered how she would go about feeding him. He had doubts that it would be like birds and thier chicks, where it would be mouth to mouth regurgitation.
"I will, mother." He said, trying to rid those final few thoughts that were running through his mind.
Nodding her head at her hatchling, she then turned her full attention towards the redhead male next to her hatchling, and gave him a shrivelling glare, "Tell him that he better take good care of you, otherwise he would have a very incensed dragon after him!"
Rubbing the back of his head and chuckling nervously, he turned his attention towards Charlie, who looked as white as a sheet after recieving the glare from the mother dragon.
"U-uh, what did she say, and why is she looking at me like that?" Charlie stuttered out, ripping his gaze away from the dragon and back towards Harry.
"Well... she said that you better take good care of me, otherwise you would have a very incensed dragon after you." Harry explained, quickly glancing back towards the Hungarian Horntail, who seemed to understood what he said despite him not talking in Parseltongue.
"I will keep that in mind." He simply said, before turning around so he didn't have to look at the protective dragon.
"Hatchling."
Stopping mid-step, Harry turned his attention back towards the Hungarian Horntail.
Seeing as she had her hatchlings attention on her once again, she gave another bit of information, "If those humans try to steal you away or keep you from me again, they will not be pleased with the results."
Nodding his head at that, he doubted that would not be the case, he had heard the sheer amount of conviction in that threat that it would probably happen. Well, now he had all the more reason to come back to her as soon as possible.
It's not like anyone would want to keep him around other than to apologise and try to kiss his robes and get back in his good graces, which wouldn't help whatsoever, as it would solidify that they were nothing but huge wankers that only cared about themselves, and not about him, "Yes, mother, I will let them know." He said with a nod, although, he wouldn't relay that information to anyone.
He wasn't staying at Hogwarts for much longer, not if he had a say in it.
Peeling her eyes away from her hatchling, the Hungarian Horntail curled herself around the handful of eggs, keeping them warm from the bitter breeze that had picked up in the forest.
As the duo exited the little clearing, Harry quickly glanced back and saw that the Hungarian Horntail was going back to sleep to keep the eggs warm once again, she was trusting him and Charlie to make it to their destination unscathed.
For the life of him, he couldn't understand what kind of luck he had in life, as it was either terrible or he had the devils luck at being in the right place at the right time.
His life had changed so rapidly within a few hours was beyond him, but only this time, he had a new mother, and a new guardian that will do everything in her power to protect him and nurture him.
He idly wondered who would win, Voldemort or an incensed Hungarian Horntail that was after him after he explained who this person was, and all of the damage and telling her how he was trying his damndest to kill him each and every year.
As they were walking, Harry was able, "I don't think I am going to get over this any time soon."
"Get over what exactly?" Harry questioned.
Charlie looked at him like he was a little crazy, "The fact that you can talk to them." He explained like he was missing a few screws within the head, "They're my life, and the fact that it is now possible to communicate with them at all is more than amazing. You really do have an incredible gift, Harry. I wouldn't be surprised if you chose to become a dragontamer in the future." He explained, giving a small shoulder nudge to Harry, "Who knows, you might become a very popular 'Dragon Whisperer'." He added with a small wink to go along with it.
Flushing lightly at that, he still wasn't used to anyone actually complementing him about his Parselmouth abilities, "You know, you might be one of the first ones to actually not be fearful of my ability." He said, sighing as he remembered all of the slander that he faced in his second year due to everyone thinking that he was the 'Heir of Slytherin'
Charlie sighed at that. Sometimes, he really hated it when people were afraid to show thier abilities due to the stigma attached to them, "I'm guessing my brother was one of the worse offenders?"
Harry merely nodded his head, not wanting to meet his gaze.
"Ignore what he and anyone else might say, Harry." Charlie said with a shrug, "Living away from Magical Britain, you realise how closed off and isolated we are. There's a whole world out there, full of different people and different magic, and they come in a lot more shapes than what we are ever taught here." He explained, remembering his times when he was faced with American magic and even Egyptian magic.
It truly was an experience to see it in action.
"Your actions are what makes you good or bad, not things that you're born with and have no control over. Especially with such a rare gift that lets you give a voice and story to some who otherwise wouldn't have one in our world." He added on.
Harry couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his face, "Thanks, Charlie. I'll keep that in mind."
After a few moments of silence, the duo had finally made their way to the entrance of Hogwarts, "Thanks for walking me back." He said once they made their way up the first steps of the castle, "I know it's early, I appreciate it."
"It's not a problem, Harry." Charlie simply said, giving his own smile towards the younger boy.
He was about to turn around, but he was met with Charlie's wide eyes. Looking over his shoulder, he saw what made Charlie look like that.
Professor Snape was waiting for them at the top of the stairs, and he didn't look happy, well, that was unfair, as he always looked like that.
"Where were you exactly, Mr. Potter?"
'Shite.' He thought to himself as she slowly turned around, 'It's much to early for this.' He thought to himself.
He cursed himself, somehow his luck had managed to act up again, and they had the misfortune in running into Snape at such an early hour in the morning.
"Mornin', Professor Snape." Charlie said cheerfully, his daily dealings with giant fire-breathing creatures apparently making him fearless in the face of the terror of Hogwarts, "I'm just walking Harry back up to the castle from the camp on Professor McGonagall's orders."
"Why exactly would she be asking you to escort Mr. Potter back to where he should already be this early in the morning?" He asked, his voice still void of any emotions, yet he was sending a real nasty look towards the two teens.
Harry clenched his jaw, already knowing this wasn't going to end well, "I didn't spent the night in the dorm. Sir."
Snape's eyes were gleaming like polished onyx, as they gained an unkind gleam, "Spending the night out of your dorm, and in a camp full of dragontamers no less? How incredibly inappropriate and... dangerous, Mr. Potter."
Harry flushed deep red at that ininuation, "It's nothing of the sort! The Hungarian Horntail needed me, Professor McGonagall fetched me last night because she was pining and gave permission for me to stay there and be escorted back here in the morning."
The entirely far too imposing man blinked. "Why exactly was this dragon... pining for you?" Snape questioned slowly, almost not believing the words coming out of his mouth.
Charlie answered for Harry, who didn't look to comfortable being in Snape's presence, he didn't either, but he had to keep up appearances, "She adopted Harry here, and was positively distraught when she didn't come back to see him after the Task." Charlie explained to Snape, seeing him blink once he continued, "We asked the good Professor to fetch Harry so we could calm her down and it took a while, so he bunked over in her nest, and the rest is history."
"You spent the night in a dragon's nest?" He said slowly, as if he couldn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth once again, "A dragon that has… adopted you?" He questioned, he had to prevent himself to looking into Harry's mind, as there was someone else's presence with them, it was likely that Charlie would be able to tell that something has happened.
Harry nodded his head, unwilling to comment further on the situation to his most hated Professor.
"So it isn't just humans that apparently incapable of ignoring the allure of your vainglorious arrogance either, I guess it's only be expected from one such as yourself. Twenty points from Gryffindor."
"But that's not fair!" He cried out in anger at the gall Snape had, "I had permission from my Head of House, she even took me down there for Merlin's sake!"
"It's for not being in your uniform on a school day." He sneered, eyeing his casual clothing under the school robes that he was wearing and his mud-streaked trainers, "I trust you will not show up to my class this afternoon in such a sorry state?" He asked, but it was stated more like a demand.
Jaw clenched and he had to take a few calming breaths to prevent himself from decking Snape, he just wanted to get that smugness away from him, "Yes, Professor."
"As you were Mr Weasley." He said blandly, before sweeping off with a flourish of his robes and entering back inside the castle.
"Well then." Charlie said, looking relieved that Snape had left the area "It wasn't just because I was a kid, he is legitimately terrifying isn't he?"
"He really is." He groaned into his hands, wondering how he could still be so disbelieving of the loss of points when this was really par for the course for any of his interactions with Snape. "I'm pretty sure he has it out for me."
"I'm sure that's not it." Charlie said kindly, trying to lighten the situation back up, "Come on, it's time for you to go to your dorm and get freshened up, before we head to breakfast."
Charlie ended up escorting him all the way back to Gryffindor Tower after the run-in with Snape, telling him stories along the way about what he'd gotten up to with the other dragontamers.
Apparently being dragontamers allowed them to travel all around the world, visiting various dens and researching different types of dragons all across the world. Charlie also said that within the next month, he and his little team were heading over to Australia to visit one of the dragon reserves there.
After making it through the mercifully empty common room and up to his dorm room - Charlie opted to stay in the common room itself, relishing in some memories he had in there - Harry quietly grabbed his shower kit from his trunk and managed to sneak his way into their shared bathroom without anyone being the wiser.
Relaxing under the hot steamy water that washed away any dirt and grime that might've built up when he was sleeping in the nest with his mother, he wondered how on earth he was going to explain this to Hermione, without her freaking out and going into this little trance where she would have to research every little thing thoroughly.
He sighed in annoyance, his hand straying to where his flesh was a little darker than the rest. He wondered if it would fade eventually, or if he'd have it for the rest of his days.
Getting out of the shower, he dried his hair with a quick charm, sighing as it made it fluff up like crazy... well crazier than usual, once he got changed into his school uniform and robe - keeping the invisibility cloak in his hood for conveniance - he Tip-toed back into the dorm room, hoping that his shower hadn't awoken the others within the shared dorm room.
Taking a calming breath, he decided that now would be a good time to head down to the common room, and with how he was coming down from the dorm room, would make it seem like he had been in there the entire time.
Yet, once again, he cursed his luck. Standing at the bottom of the staircase was Hermione, looking a little more frazzled than usual and her hair was sticking up every which way.
"Where have you been?" She hissed out quietly, not wanting to awaken anyone else, "I try to find you and you were gone! I was just about to go find Professor McGonagall and report you as missing, however Charlie stopped me from doing that!" She hissed out once again, acting like the mother goose that she sometimes was when it concerned him, "What is he doing here anyway?" She questioned, more than a little confused as she watched Charlie give a brief nod before exiting the common room, presumably to pick up some breakfast himself from the kitchen.
Harry sighed, body still aching slightly from the Task yesterday and a not entirely sufficient amount of sleep gained while sleeping in a dragon's nest.
"Professor McGonagall knew where I was 'Mione, she's the one who came and fetched me at like two in the morning because my dragon missed me." He said, trying his best to brush past her, "She gave me permission to spend the rest of the night there as long as I got back before breakfast."
Hermione was staring at him like he grew a second head, "Your dragon missed you?"
It was clear that Hermione was getting a little frustraded by this point, with the thining of her lips being any giveaway.
"Yeah, turns out she was dead serious about adopting me after all. I officially have an adopted mother who breathes fire." Harry paused, before chuckling softly. "It's bloody brilliant is what it is. I wonder if I can set her on the Dursleys?"
"I don't think you should be considering having a dragon attack your relatives, you'll just get expelled!" The bushy-haired witch cried.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Not kill, just…scare them... a lot, so they'll leave me alone. Plus I think Dudley would wet himself, it'd be hilarious."
"Prat." Hermione muttered out, tsking in annoyance.
"I can't believe Professor McGonagall gave you permission to stay in a camp full of dragons and dragontamers for the evening." She said as they closed the door.
"I wasn't in the camp exactly, I was sleeping with Nestmother. I know it probably goes without saying but dragons really are warm! I slept like an especially toasty log once we finished talking things out. None of those weird nightmares either, I guess it's impossible to not feel safe when you're curled up with something bigger than a bus that takes your wellbeing very seriously."
"You slept in it's nest?!"
"Her nest, and yes that's what I said."
"But Harry, that's so dangerous!"
"Not really." Harry shrugged. "She's my mother now. She's not exactly going to eat me is she? There were humans standing watch all night too. Safe as Gringotts, just like Charlie said."
"What did Charlie say?" A new voice entered the fray.
Harry spun around and saw a surprisingly awake Ron sitting on one of the armchairs by the fire, he hadn't even noticed him. "Oh Ron, you're up early."
He shook his head, clearly as perplexed by him being awake this early in the morning, "Yeah Seamus was sick everywhere this morning from all the rum, he woke the whole dorm up. Apparently too much transfigured alcohol and Honeydukes sweets are a bad mix."
"Serves him right. He's a student, he shouldn't be drinking at all." Hermione sniffed as they excited the common room, "And for your information, we were discussing Charlie because Harry spent the night with a dragon."
Harry scowled at her playfully, "Not just any dragon, the Hungarian Horntail is my mother now."
"Really?" Ron exclaimed with wide eyes, "Wicked!"
"You shouldn't be encouraging him!" Hermione hissed out, much like an angry goose.
Ron looked contemplative, "Do you think she'd go scare your crappy relatives?"
"That's what I said!" Harry laughed and shared a small high-five with him, ignoring the fact that Hermione muttered out; 'boys'.
Prat he might be at times, but Ron was fun when he was in the mood.
"I can't believe how immature you're both being." Hermione grumbled out. She really did wish that her friends were a bit more mature.
"You haven't seen them and their creepy house." Ron replied vehemently, "If you did you'd understand."
Thankfully, breakfast was an easy time for Harry. It was a relatively silent affair, with only Professor McGonagall coming down from her seat from the Professor's table to check on him, being every bit of a mothering lion and asking him different questions that seriously reminded him of Madam Pomfrey.
However, as she saw that nothing was wrong, even going as far to use some minor spells on Harry to make absolutely certain that nothing was wrong with him, nor anything bad was happening on the inside of his body, she had left. Although, she did say that he had a little higher body temperature now compared to others.
For the most part, Harry just assumed that it was from the blood adoption ritual that had happened the day before.
Although Hermione and Ron were basically with him for the half an hour of breakfast time they decided to have, Harry could see that guilt was still eating them up. Not so much with Hermione, as she had come to terms with the entire situation earlier on, and had actually apologised for it. Ron on the other hand was basically swimming in it, yet he was too insecure to act upon it and apologised.
Instead, he stuffed his face with the piles of food that were on the table, eating like a horse during a few different bites, and being just plain messy like he normally was when it came to the food that was brought on the table, whether it be breakfast, lunch or dinner.
It was sickening to hear, and it did definitely turned Harry off from eating, even though he only got through half a plate of food before the noise became too much to listen to whilst he was trying to enjoy his meal.
When he looked at Hermione beside him, he could say the same thing happened to her, as she was giving Ron these disgusted looks as she pushed her plate in front of her, basically stopping whatever she was eating in return to trying her best not to puke.
As Harry and Hermione were waiting for a suitable time to leave with Ron, as he always complained about being hungry, and they really didn't want to listen to him whine and grumble every ten or so minutes, they allowed him some extra time to fill his belly with the food.
However, there was one thing that was clearly annoying Harry.
Despite there being a few handfuls of people, with some of them being some early risers in Slytherin and Gryffindor, a few Hufflepuff students, along with a few Ravenclaws, it was easy to tell that his performance yesterday still wasn't enough to bring them out of their 'funk'. They were still looking at him with scorn - mostly the Slytherin's and Hufflepuff's - or plain ignoring him for the Ravenclaw students, or were still openly wearing the 'Potter stinks badges'.
It really irked him. How could they still believe that he placed his name in the Goblet of Fire. Surely, after being around each other for years, they should know that he doesn't like being in the spotlight, nor does he enjoy being in danger.
It is normally the other way around. Danger normally finds him! Or he is just unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time - much like in the second year when it came to Mrs. Norris being petrified on the wall.
Biting back a scoff of annoyance, Harry turned his attention back towards the large table at the front of the Great Hall, where he could see a few Professor's mingling about, each enjoying thier own breakfast and seemingly looking a little worse for wear in the early hours of the morning.
Snape didn't count, as he was always looking the exact same no matter the time. He was just eyeing him, almost like he was begging for him to do something to do so he could get punished.
Hagrid was well... Hagrid. Having a mightly large plate that was absolutely stacked with different types of food, and even then, he was tearing into the mountain of food with no decorum, nor did he look like he was going to slow down with his eating anytime soon. At least he was a touch cleaner than Ron, and didn't have food splattering about on the table or decorating his face.
Although, Harry had to be a bit more lenient on Hagrid. Being a half-giant and all meant that his appetite would be considerably larger than any other student in Hogwarts. It was also due to the fact that Hagrid was his first friend that he ever made - in general - and he was someone that he held close to his heart.
It almost made him reconsider leaving Hogwarts when Hagrid was still about in Hogwarts. However, he quickly squashed that thought. He promised that he would write to Hagrid at the end of each week, to let him know that he was still alive and well.
'Speaking of, I need to talk to Hedwig.' He thought to himself, mentally preparing himself from the hooting and barking that Hedwig would give him for his choices, yet at the same time, he doubted that Hedwig would decide against it.
She would probably know that being with the Hungarian Horntail would be much safer than being with the Dursleys. He just needed to make sure that he could solidify the point that Hedwig was NOT a meal for the other Hungarian Horntail's to have.
He was sure that his new mother would drive that point across rather well.
Shaking his head from those thoughts, he gazed to the right of Hagrid, and took note of the other Professor's at the head table.
Professor McGonagall looked a bit resigned as she took a few small bites of her breakfast. However, Harry could tell that she was feeling much more better considering that he was here in the Great Hall eating breakfast, and not some nibble of dragon food.
Although, the one that he was surprised to see up and early in the morning was Dumbledore. Normally, he wasn't much of an early riser, normally waiting until the last half an hour of breakfast before he comes out to take a few bites to eat on his own.
However, here the eldery Headmaster was, dressed in rather bright colored robes that were a definite eye-sore if one stared at for too long, yet, he seemed to keep his gaze on Harry through the small bites he was having for breakfast, however, once his eyes caught onto Harry's, the elderly Headmaster offered a small smile that was very hard to see past his long beard.
Though, there was an odd thing, Alastor Moody was NOT present, and that was something that was a little odd. Considering that Mad-Eye Moody was always up and about this early in the morning. So, seeing him not present whatsoever was something that should be noted for something.
Yet, that may have just been his paranoia sparking up once again. He wasn't sure why, but he had this odd feeling when he was around Mad-Eye Moody. It was much more subtle than what it had been when he was around Professor Snape, and around Professor Quirrel, and it certainly wasn't as clear when he was around Professor Lockhart - the git that he was, he was glad that he was suffering from his memory loss, perhaps then he could possibly become a better human being than a complete waste of air.
However, he just got a very odd feeling when it came to him, like his instincts were screaming at him to stay well away from him, or that something wasn't quiet right when it concerned him.
"Well, I need to go now, I will catch you all in a bit." Harry said, abruptly standing up from the table and making his way out of the Great Hall, and away from the many stares that he was getting.
Blinking in confusion, Hermione turned to Ron, who looked a little confused with the sudden departure of Harry - if the small amount of bacon that he had halfway out of his mouth was any point to it - however, she decided to ask something, "What was that about?" She questioned, a little confusion in her voice as she once again turned her attention towards the massive double doors of the Great Hall.
"I dunno." Ron murmured out, before shrugging his shoulders, "I'm sure it must do with the egg, bloody screechy thing." He added on as he forced to the piece of bacon that was hanging loosely out of his mouth back in and moaned in delight as the taste assualted his taste buds.
"Ugh." Hermioned scoffed out, scooting a few paces away from Ron, so she could hopefully enjoy her own breakfast in some relative peace from the horse chewing that he was doing.
Professor Dumbledore couldn't help but keep his gaze onto the retreating form of Harry Potter, only turning away once the large double doors of the Great Hall closed with a soft 'thudding' noise.
Yet, he saw as Harry's gaze quickly shifted towards the empty seat that had belonged to Alastor Moody, however, he watched as Harry gave a quick and rather sudden goodbye to Hermione and Ron.
A small fact about that little trio was perhaps the nickname for that little group that had been going around since the beginning of the Third Year, and it always made him chuckle, 'The Golden Trio indeed.' He mused to himself, before some of the thoughts about the First Task had been on his mind.
While the result of his little task had been a rather interesting surprise to say the least, he was very much glad that Harry was safe and sound, and came out of the task unharmed. He was even moreso proud that Harry had managed to garner enough points to equal to first place, despite him not entering himself in the tournament, he sure did have a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
Although, he would've never expected to see him use Parseltongue and communicate with the dragon, and somehow get the egg without that much of a challenge. Yet, from what he learnt from Professor McGonagall just a few hours ago, at some ungodly hour in the morning, he learnt that Harry Potter had somehow been adopted by a dragon.
At first, he thought that this was some awful joke that must've rubbed off on Minerva from the Marauder's so long ago, and perhaps with the help of 'The Golden Trio' managed to bring that small spark back, but alas, that was not the case. As Minerva had showed him a small snippet from that conversation in the form of a memory.
That had truly stumped him. In all of his years of living, not even once had he heard of anyone being adopted by the great beasts that were merely concidered mythical creatures of the muggle world.
He was also a little weary with the fact that this dragon seemed to have used some sort of dragon magic on him, which further escalated once he found out it was a type of blood adoption ritual. Since Harry now had some degree of DNA of a dragon within him, then he could fall under the category a human/dragon hybrid. However, the human side of him would severly outweigh the new dragon side of him.
Although, he wouldn't be too surprised if in the future Harry had the ability to do some basic firebreathing, developed some higher senses, or perhaps being able to produce a small amount of scales on his body.
To further satiate his curiosity on the dragons, he had asked for the tendencies that the Hungarian Horntail displayed with Harry, and what had happened when she was away from Harry.
Apparently, if Harry was away from the dragon for a long period of time, from what he remembered from yesterday's First Task, to the time of roughly two in the morning, which roughly equated to about seven hours, the dragon was near balistic, attacking anything and everyone in sight - even the other nesting dragons - and was not calming down whatsoever, even the food that was being offered to the dragon was getting rejected in the most fitting way possible.
Burning the offerings of food to ashes, that were promptly scattered in the wind by her wings.
He had learnt that Harry was able to calm down the dragon enough from her pining state, even having her act like a purring kitten at times when he rubbed her scales or spoke certain words in Parseltongue, even going as far as to be able to sleep with the dragon in its own nest!
The results were something that both had him feeling happy for the boy, but at the same time feeling a little cautious. He had done many things terrible things to Harry and had upset him on multiple occassions. He had given him to the Dursleys when he was but a small child after losing his parents, and kept making him go back to them each year.
He had hoped that Petunia was still able to let go of her grief at having her letter rejected all those years ago when she basically begged him to let her study with her sister. As much as it pained him to say no, and possible start a horrible chain reaction, he was well within his rights. With Petunia having no magic, Hogwarts would be next to impossible, and she would be in constant danger.
He had hoped that her grief and jealousy had died down enough so that she would be able to care for her sisters child. Yet, once again, that was not the case. Once he had learnt of the upbringing of Harry and the way he grew up, he was horrified at the circumstances, and he had tried his best to apologise to the boy, yet each time he tried, he just couldn't get the words out of his mouth.
So, if Harry wanted to go with the dragon, back to its den in a dragon reserve in a remote part of the Hungarian countryside, then he would allow that to happen, as long as Harry was able to agree upon the stipulations which would be set by him, mainly for him being able to visit Hogwarts and to train and possibly finish his schooling - which would be done through him - and if the off-chance that Voldemort did return, then he had to come back and at least help with getting rid of him once and for all.
After that, it was completely up to Harry. If he wanted to return to the Magical World, then that would be fine. If he chose to leave the Magical World behind, then so be it.
He had done to many things wrong to the boy, and he had been under constant scrutiny and life threatening situations before the age of sixteen, if he didn't want to experience that again, then that was up to him. At this point, he could only allow Harry to have this freedom.
'Speaking of, I must get Fawkes to deliver my note on this matter.' He thought to himself, finishing off his last few slices of bacon, before dabbing his lips with a small napkin to get rid of any leftover grease residue before heading off back towards his office, where he would write a letter to inform Harry about the situation.
It had certainly helped that Alastor was actually a fake, instead it was Bartemius Crouch Junior, someone who was seemingly dead, and it was him who had entered Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire.
After gathering enough information through the use of a rather healty amount of Veritaserum and they had learned of the plans of the Dark Lord who was trying to return through a ritual. It was also found out that it was indeed Bartemius Crouch Junior who had entered Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire, through means of bewitching - though, he highly doubted that someone could bewitch such an old artifact - yet, at the same time, they were able to gather some very... detailed evidence that was going to be able to be used against the current Minister of Magic, which would go against him, and probably would lead him to Azkaban.
Because of this, Dumbledore and many others could safely say that the Goblet will not in fact target Harry with the consequences, but instead, it will target Barty, as the Goblet of Fire recognised his magical signature, and not Harry's when it spat out the piece of parchment.
Meaning that Bartemius Crouch Junior was going to face the consequences of messing with such an old and powerful artifact, and no one would care about that, he had taken the Dark Mark, and he would be punished by means even worse than they could've done.
After having a rather long walk towards the Owlery, Harry found himself sitauted into area.
The Owlery was a circular stone room and was rather boring, as it didn't have any other noteable features, and the area was rather cold and drafty, because none of the windows had glass in them, and the wind could get quite fierce at times. The lack of glass in the windows allowed the owls to come and go freely as they pleased, delivering mail or perhaps a few of them just wanting to spend some time with their humans.
The floor, however, was entirely covered in straw - which made some odd sounds when stepped on - owl droppings which gave it a rather horrible stench, especially fresh owl droppings, and it nearly made him gag, the last time he was here, it didn't stink so bad, but now he couldn't stand it - how did Hedwig avoid the stench? - and the ground was also littered with the regurgitated skeletons of mice and voles that the various owls had eaten.
At least the little Owlery had a magnificent view, Harry could even see the dragons in the Forbidden Forest down below, and he squinted, he could see small little specks mingling on the ground, which were the various dragontamers getting everything ready for departure in a few days time.
"Hedwig?" Harry called out, unable to spot his owl companion.
That was sometimes the problem when it came to visiting the Owlery, there were just too many owls to have the slightest of chances to find your own owl. Even when Harry's was probably the rarest color there was, it was still a pain to try to spot from a distance.
Hearing the familiar sound of fluttering wings, Harry soon felt a familiar weight settle upon his shoulder. Glancing to his side, he saw that Hedwig had perched herself on his shoulder, although, she was making sure that she was careful with her talons to not puncture through his flesh.
"Hey, girl." Harry murmured out, gently scratching Hedwig's body.
Hedwig gave a soft, barking hoot as she gently nibbled on Harry's finger in a sign of affection.
Smiling softly as his companion, and his first real friend that he ever made in the Wizarding World, he gently rubbed her chest yet again, ignoring the small tingling sensation that was her nibbling his finger like it was a rasher of bacon, "We are leaving Hogwarts." He said softly.
Blinking a few times, Hedwig let go of Harry's fingers, before tilting her head ever so slightly and gave a small, confused barking hoot.
"We are living with my new mother, the Hungarian Horntail, it will be soon that we are leaving." He added on, before smiling wistfully, "Hopefully Dumbledore allows it to happen, even though the chances are slim, at least it will better than the Dursleys."
Hooting once, Harry saw that Hedwig's feathers were puffed out, and she seemed to hoot in annoyance at the mention of the Dursleys. He couldn't blame her, on multiple occassions since he got her, they had tried to kill her, either by stopping her from flying about to stretch her wings, or by simple starvation, which was stopped by him as he shared his food with her.
"I know you hate them." Harry said softly, once more using his index finger to rub her chest feathers, "I promise that the dragons would not harm you. If they do, they have to answer to my mother, and that would not be pretty." He added on, shivering lightly at the images that ran through his head if she ever found out that either himself or someone or something he cherished was injured or destroyed by the others of the colony.
Giving two more, soft hooting barks, Hedwig kept her rather intelligent eyes on Harry, before scuttling over and nibling on his earlobe, it was like she was giving the 'go ahead' sign.
"Thank you girl, I promise there will be food for you to enjoy, and perhaps you could entertain yourself by flying to Hogwarts to continue delivering letters between myself and whoever manages to find me."
Puffing her chest up, she gave one more slight nibble on his earlobe before taking flight and going straight into her little makeshift home that was near the top of the tower, where he noticed that only a select others were nested there.
Perhaps that was the 'Big Owl' zone, and it was a massive honor to be there.
It wouldn't surprise him, Hedwig was the best owl hands down.
Giving a slight nod to his owl as soon as she made eye contact with him, he turned on his heel, with the intent to head back to the Gryffindor Tower to pack his belongings - or the belongings that he would need the most, mainly his few pairs of clothing that he had.
It was a rather uneventful time making his way from the Owlery back to the Gryffindor common room. No one had really interrupted him along the way, apart from a few Hufflepuff students that had apologised to him for the way they acted, and for the fact that they were following everyone else.
He had accepted the apology rather curtly, and gave a small nod of respect to them. They were first years from what he could tell, and they were making thier way down to the Great Hall to catch the remainder of the breakfast that was stocked there.
Of course, he didn't blame them, being impressionable first years, it was bound that they would follow the greater 'team' to not bring attention to themselves and possibly bring some hard times upon themselves.
If it was any other year, then he would not forgive them. As they had clearly known that he was NOT an attention hogger, nor did he actually want anymore fame than he had already, having a hyphenated moniker was an annoyance, and it was something that he wished he didn't have.
Yet, he also had another odd encounter.
The rather... spacey Ravenclaw that had dirty blonde hair and rather unfocussed eyes came up and apologised to him as well, saying that she had been swarmed Wrackspurts - whatever they are - and had apologised for not speaking up or at least defending him when she saw him in the corridors, and introduced herself as Luna Lovegood, but also added in that everyone just calls her 'Loony', something which made him frown at, it was not a pleasant nickname to have, and if he remembered correctly through the rumor mill of Hogwarts, she had been bullied by not only her housemates, but from the other houses as well.
Yet, Harry couldn't find it in himself to stay mad at this girl, not because she was rather pretty in his opinion, but for the fact that she seemed very genuine with her apology. With a simple 'Thank you, have a good day.' He had left the girl in the corridor after flashing her a smile.
It was nice to know that at least some people were genuine with their apologies, unlike the ones that he had recieved previously after the task - mainly in the Gryffindor party - where he knew that a few of the girls involved were merely apologizing to try and use that to their benefits. Something he promptly ignored and quickly made his way from that person and stayed away.
Sighing to himself as he appeared in the empty dorm room, he quickly made his way over towards his trunk. Opening it up, he saw that the unused books that had been placed away in order for him to try and concentrate and learn what to do with the First Task.
Swiftly ignoring those books, he brought them out and placed them on the foot of his four poster bed, and instead, he started digging through the trunk, trying to see if there was anything else that he didn't need to be taking up some precious space.
After a few minutes of scooping and digging around, Harry had in the end taken out a few scrap pieces of parchment that contained very old draft works from the second year, which he had forget to take out, along with a few dried up ink wells, and even a few pieces of wrapping paper that he had stuffed into his trunk and forgot about during one of the many Christmas Days that the Weasley's sent him gifts.
So now, he had some more free space, and everything wouldn't be as cramped and possibly damaged.
Now, all he had left in his trunk were a few pairs of boxer-briefs - he had found boxers rather uncomfortable, and liked the feeling of the boxer-briefs - along with a few pairs of large shirts that had previously belonged to Dudley that the Dursleys had 'graciously' given him during his last tenure at their place, along with a few pairs of socks and pants, a few of them were long, and a few of them were short if it ever got hot enough, and he didn't want to do a simple cooling charm.
POOF
Jumping in fright at the sudden burst of light along with the smell of fire, Harry instantly went for his wand, before quickly turning around, intending to quickly decide in a split second at whether he attacks or not.
However, his worries were uneeded, as perched comfortably on one of the few dressers that decorated the room, was Fawkes, the Headmaster's own animal companion, although, the only odd thing about him was for the fact that he seemed to have a letter, safely within his talons.
"Oh, hello." Harry greeted out, securing his wand back within its holster by his waist.
Giving a soft trill of his own greeting, Fawkes stuck his talon out for Harry to grab the letter that he was holding.
Nodding to Fawkes, Harry made his way up and gently grabbed the letter, and as Fawkes released his grip on the letter, Harry was able to see that the Headmaster's cursive writing stood out the most of the sandy colored parchment.
Opening up the letter, Harry quickly read through the contents of the letter.
Harry,
I have heard of the bond that you and the Hungarian Horntail now share. Now, I will say that I have done many things wrong to you, whether I have directly done it, or indirectly caused it, the Dursley's for one. I am sorry that I placed them with you, I had hoped to use Petunia's wish to be apart of the magical world to have her raise you. However, that was not the case. For that, I am deeply sorry.
For the concerns regarding the Hungarian Horntail, and the wish that you have to leave with her, to stay with your new 'mother', I am giving you the go ahead to do so. Think of it as an apology of sort for letting you down so much, and for letting James and Lily down.
On another note, I do wish for you to visit me in my office when it is most conveniant for you, I have things that I wish to discuss with you on the matter of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, I would also like to talk to you about my requests when it comes to you and your future.
Please, do forgive this old man for his blunders,
Yours sincerly,
Albus Dumbledore
Blinking a few times in shock at the letter that Dumbledore had sent him, which was basically consent to leave Hogwarts and live with his new mother, who wasn't even human, and also an apology to all the wrongs that he had caused to him, either directly or indirectly.
It was something surreal for him to experience.
"Well... looks like I'm meeting the Headmaster." Harry muttered out, briefly stroking the beautiful feathers of Fawkes, getting a small trill of appreciation coming from him.
However, before he could even make his way towards the dorm, he suddenly a very heavy weight settle on his shoulders, and he could hardly even blink before smoke entered his nose and the bright flash of orange and red entered his vision, and with that he was gone from his room.
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