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Dragons Heritage	By : Doragonkage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 50298 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the Dracken concept, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling

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As Harry was about to get his hands on the vegetables, there was a sudden realization dawned upon him and the ravenette went off to the living room, leaving the four others in the kitchen slightly puzzled at his sudden rush.
Upon entering the livingroom, Harry was glad to spot the box sitting neatly on the couch, right where he had set it before he had went upstairs to change his clothing, not to mention before the twins had dragged him off to their third degree. Walking over to the box Harry picked it up and looked it over while returning to the kitchen.
The box was about the size of Harry's arm in all dimensions except the width, where it was two or two and a half times Harry's arm. The material of the box seemed to be wood, although the it was so dark in color and finely polished that you could hardly the faint line of the growth rings or the darker spots where a branch might of once been.
There were a pair of cleverly hidden hinges on one of the longer sides of the box, while a decorative latch held it closed. The latch was a detailed depiction of the top half of a wolf's head, making it seem that the lower jaw was embedded into the wood beneath the lid to lock it in place.
The peculiar thing, beside the level of detail of course, was that there didn't seem to be a single thing that moved on the latch itself. Quite a troublesome fact that had Harry furrowing his brows tightly as he re-entered the kitchen again, and nearly walked right into the table, what with his focus set on the box itself.
”AH, so that's what you went after....” Molly said with a slight chuckle as she added some spices to the meat she had cut into nice cubes in the pot.
”Mind if you look into it after we get the meal done dear??” She added while still looking at Harry.
”Oh, sorry, yeah, just a sec.” Harry nodded before moving over to set the box down on the unoccupied end of the table and returned to the task he had left unattended, of course remembering to wash his hands again before laying them onto the vegetables.
The atmosphere in the kitchen was light as people buzzed about, the twins and Harry, and occasionally Charlie, pondering what the box would contain, and further more how to open it, once Harry shed light on his own observations of it a moment before.
”Knowing Mr.Tall-Dark-and-Handsome as well as we do...” George said, working his right hand in an overly flamboyant manner to gesture to himself.
”We would wager that to open the box you must perform a rite most foul...” Fred added in with his own version of a dramatic gesture, although he did share the wicked grin with his brother.
”And sacrifice the blood of a first born at the stroke of midnight.” The two finished their act. Ending up back to back, with their right arm crossed over their chest, the left propped against it at the elbow while resting their chins on their thumbs and index fingers, aiming for thoughtful, but hardly pulling off the /Hardly Boys look.
Harry, Charlie and Molly alike looked at the two for a moment, and it was Molly who first let out a small laugh at the twins antics, soon joined in by Harry as well. The only one who didn't laugh was Charlie, for the man was distracted by something.
The sound of Harry's delighted laughter, the bubbly sound of delight sent ripples of pleasure coursing down the red-heads spine. These ripples weren't the kind that pooled in ones loins, not at all. These were ripples that would chase away weariness and dark mood like it was nothing, this sensation filled a person with the same kind of delight as the sound that caused it.
”So, you have theorized that Mr.Farkas relies on dark and forbidden magics to seal a present he has sent to me? Ergo that he is somehow akin to a certain Dark Lord that is no more?” Harry inquired. His right brow arched quizzically while he set the processed vegetables into the pot he had been given and took them to the counter, his eyes never once leaving the twins.
While the twins were slightly taken off-guard by the reference to Voldemort, it was Charlie who made a sound akin to that of agreeing with the statement, one that was thankfully missed by Harry.
While Charlie didn't outright hate Bator, after all he had very little reason to hate the man, but beneath the surface of acceptance of his fate, there was the tiniest spark of dislike towards the person in question. The little spark was fed constantly by the memory of the two encounters that Charlie had with Mr.Farkas, in both times he had gotten beaten to an inch of his life, well almost anyway. The fact that a sophisticated nobleman, one who acted like any that shared his status did, could still fight like that, so...brutally, yet effectively all in the same go without fear of getting injured. A fact that had been evidenced by the one injury that Charlie had managed to get through those tough scales.
It had been bothering the red-head from the get go, yet Charlie couldn't shake away the feeling like there was a reason behind it, obviously there had to be, and the red-head was quite eager to uncover all there was. The problem would be where to start, who to go to. He knew where the man originated from, it was a start. Beyond that, however, he was clueless, but lucky for Charlie that he knew the resources that some of his colleagues had, perhaps it was time that he cashed in a few favors.
In such a deep well of thought Charlie had been, that he had completely missed the interaction between the twins and Harry. The sound of whining and pleading accompanied the sound of a well acted mad cackle. Blinking out of his thoughts to a sight that Charlie would recall even on his deathbed

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At Harrys feet were both of his brothers, clinging desperately onto a leg each. Their faces twisted into a look of horror most passable, if not for the delighted glint in their eyes. Harry stood straight and tall, his arms up and bent slightly at the elbow while his fingers were curved slightly while he laughed. Whatever had happened resulted in an amused chuckle from the older male.
Meanwhile Molly wasn't quite as pleased, sure she had a smile on her face, but the kitchen had suddenly devolved into a den of chaos with the three younger ones getting distracted with their childish behavior and Charlie distracting himself with...whatever it was that had Charlie so pre-occupied all of a sudden.
”Alright, that's quite enough. Get out the lot of you before someone gets hurt, go on out out out.” Molly said while brandishing her favorite wooden spatula, like one would a weapon, Molly Weasley waved it at all four of them to get them on the move.
Harry and the twins scampered off, still laughing aloud as the trio rushed outside. Harry turning at the door to cast a look over at Charlie briefly, before going off again.
”That meant you too Charlie.” Molly said calmly while returning to her spicing and mixing.
”Yeah...I'll be back in an hour or so. Keep the house up Mother.” Charlie called from the door before turning to the right and heading to the livingroom where he went straight to the hearth and grabbed a pinch of floopowder from the urn upon the mantle.
He had just cast the powder in and watched the green flames settle as Molly appeared in the doorway, inquiring as to where Charlie was going so suddenly, an inquiry that was answered with only a tip of an imaginary hat and a small pseudo-smile that was more on the lines of a smirk. Without a word, other than his destination, Charlie stepped into the flames and vanished in a whoosh.
Molly shook her head and sighed slightly, so Charlie went to visit work again, if his spoken destination was to be anything to go by. While she did like that Charlie had a good work morale, sometimes she wished that the boy would of chosen a less risky, and far-away location for his career, but then again...She could hardly complain, not as long as Charlie was happy with his choice.
The time between Charlies departure and his arrival was spent well. The twins and Harry fetched the box and attempted opening it, or the twins tried as Harry gleefully stepped aside to allow them, but no amount of spellwork from the twins could do anything. As a matter of fact whatever they tried, it was either deflected off, or shot back at them, which was quite a hilarious discovery when George tried the unlocking charm on it, only to find that every button on his clothing popped off and the buckle of his belt opened and hung loose, which in turn with the open zipper and button had George's pants falling to the ground in a heap at his ankles.
The scene resulted in plenty of laughter and teasing, especially since George had chosen that day of all, to go commando. While George put his pants back on, blushing redder than his hair it seemed, Fred took up the role of cracker and picked the box up. Examining it from every possible angle and direction, turning it about, hearing only the muffled sounds of whatever was inside as it moved.
”Hmm...tricky one ain't ya.....” Fred murmured quietly before setting the box down on the ground again and fished out his wand.
Tapping the item against his right palm a couple of times, adding a bit of sparks for effect as he eyed the other two. Leaning towards the box and taking the tip of his wand to the supposed seam where the lid met the box itself.
Closing his eyes and focusing onto his magic, letting it pour out in a thin stream. Forcing the stream of magic to seep in between the lid and the box, waiting for it to circle the entire thing. The blue of Fred's magic glowed dimly where it had been set when Fred opened his eyes and withdrew his wand, only a thin line of magic connecting it to the box.
”So, what now??” Harry inquired, his head tilted curiously.
”Now i will slowly work my magic to...” Fred was cut short by the box flashing brightly once before the eyes on the wolfs head-lock flashed once.
What followed had all three of them scrambling away. There was a distant howl before the magic that had been forced upon the box was sapped away and the box flashed once more. In the aftermath of the flash there was a ghostly image of a wolf standing above the box. Easily the size of a small horse, powerful paws and jaws and a set of piercing bright eyes as the beast stood with it'shackles raised and showing of fa row of large, sharp teeth in a snarl.
”Whoever you are, know that your unauthorized attempt at opening this delivery are all in vain, repeated attempts will be severely punished, for only the one this is meant for can access what is inside.” came a deep, baritone voice from around them, not really speaking to anyone, yet to all of them as the wolf remained stationary.
With it's purpose fulfilled the wolf lift its front up and growled before stomping its front paws onto the ground. With a flash and a small bang both, the wolf and box, vanished, but out of the two only the box re-appeared, landing lifelessly at Harry's feet
All three adolescents blinked dumbfounded at what had just transpired. Harry more so than the twins as he heard the small thud at his feet and spotted the box sitting there innocently, and avoid of a big, ghostly wolf above it.
”So, you got something to try it with?, you didn't get a key or anything.” George piped up after a while, nodding towards the box.
Harry shook his head as he grouched down and picked the box up, eyeing the wolfs head-lock for a while and then the twins, who merely shrugged back at him. Oh how he wished that the decorations had snakes, then perhaps his ability to talk to snakes could be used to open it.
”What a gift...i can't get it to open and a gigantic wolf appears if i try getting help for opening it...”Harry said in a huff and maneuvered his hands so the box was more on his left arm, while his right traced his palm along the top of the box, his thumb trailing along the edge, or it did until the digit bumped against the wolfs head.
With sharp snap the head pushed outwards from the box and turned until it was pointing up. With a slight startle Harry extended his arms out, half expecting the thing to spit something at him this time, but instead the wolfs head settled back against the lid, again looking like it belonged there.
For a moment none of the three did anything, but try and remember to breathe. In all this spent time, all fourtyfive minutes of it, they had tried almost everything imaginable short of just smashing it open, and all it took was a slight brush of a thumb over the dang lock for it to pop open like that? It was both infuriating, and quite well within the borders of what a certain Hungarian would device.
”Well, what's inside?.” The twins exclaimed in unison once they found their voices.
Harry moved over to the two and sat down, setting the box down onto the ground. Looking over to the twins who merely nudged towards the box. Grabbing the corners of the lib firmly, Harry steeled himself for what would wait inside.
What seemed like an eternity to the excited trio, was but a moment as the lid was pushed up, and let to fall back and all the way open as the contents were revealed. The thoughts that occured within the minds of the three at the first glimpse of the material revealed to them were of varying kind.
One thought that the items in question were of the naughty sort and the owner of such a dirty mind let out a small whistle at it. The second looked at the items a bit and identifying the first two on the top quickly, he felt excited and giddy with anticipation. The second one was puzzled, yet the sight of such material had his mind wandering where his brothers had dove in straight away.
Reaching forward and grabbing the first pair of items from the box to be properly examined Harry could hardly contain his glee. In his hands he held a pair of guidditch gloves made of fine Dragonhide, there weren't many details on them, cept that the fingers ended in fine points. Setting the gloves aside for the twins to inspect.
Next time that Harry pulled an item out from the box he held a jacked, made of the same black dragonhide as the gloves, and upon closer inspection the trio deduced that the gloves could be attached to the jacket, and thus they were looking at a half set of a complete set of quidditch gear and there was still something inside the box.
Pulling out the remaining items and setting them on the ground neatly in the other that they had been pulled out. There was a complete set of gear for him, albeit all of it looked like it was done a couple of sizes too big for Harry's lithe frame, a fact that worried Harry a bit as he looked it over. The set was neat, very little detail with the exception of the buckles and belts and the helmet and the boots, they were crafted to resemble Dragons in one way or another.
The helmet in special had plenty of detail. It was a whole head covering piece with two small horns jutting out at the sides and trailing along the head, following the contours of it and almost meeting at the back. The front had a cover that would shield everything beneath the nose all the way to the throat, and it held the resemblance to a dragons maw with it's neat imprint work. The eyes were left open to offer maximum visibility while sacrificing little on the protective aspects.
The boots, while regular mid-calf length,had no laces nor zippers, they were belted up from the ankle to the very top with small spikes at the back by the half-way of the calf, the same with the gloves at the elbow. While they certainly looked heavy and stiff, when held and handled they gave well and weighted almost nothing, suggesting some peculiar spellwork right there.
”Well, you got some growing-up to do, eh Harry??” Fred jabbed in jest while his eyes roamed over the sleek outfit.
”Definitely so, but it seems that loverboy left a note.” George called from his spot where he'd grouched by the box, his hand reached forward to pick a neatly folded piece of paper from the lid and stood up to hand it over to Harry.
Grabbing the piece of paper with a thank you, Harry unfolded it and let his eyes roam over the neat script there, his lips tugging into a small smile by the end of it.
”Well, what does it say.” George inquired from behind the note, eagerly grabbing the paper once it was given over to be read.

Greetings Harry.
I hope that these items find you well and that they serve their purpose. While they may appear too large, rest assured that once you adorn them all, there is a charm cast upon them to resize them to fit you better.
Let your opponents see you wearing it and know that there are none who can match my little dragon in the skies.
With respect ~Bator Istvan Farkas

That was all that it said upon the note, and the last bits had the twins grinning like a pair of loons as the note was allowed to fall and settle on the jacket on the ground.
”D'aww, Harry has Mister tall and ominous head over heels....” Fred all, but purred, while making expression of being smitten beyond comprehension.
”So cuuuuuute, look how he blushes....” George interjected, indicating to Harry who was, in deed, blushing a great deep shade of red.
With a snarl Harry leaped at the two, who jumped to separate directions and dashed off. Harry opting to give chase, while grinning himself, it was sweet to have made such an impact in such a little time, but he'd have to go and get something return, so he plotted while he chased the twins down.
That is where Bill, Ron and Ginny found them, all three a mass of limbs, laughs and indecent jokes about someone sticking their something in someone and the occasional ouch from a jab done too hard.
When Bill managed to finally separate the dusty, breathless and obviously amused trio from one another and demanded an explanation, he wasn't quite prepared for what he heard, nor got to read once Fred slapped, quite literally so, the note that came along the gift right onto Bill's forehead.
So it was agreed upon that Harry try out his new outfit immediately, and since objecting seemed rather pointless at that point, Harry readily accepted the offer and the five of them made quick work of getting it all on and as the last buckle was fastened firmly there was a small sound of bells, that was quickly followed by the sound of leather being manipulated.
As it had been said, the outfit shrunk and adjusted itself to fit snugly around Harry's figure, leaving the teen clad from head to toes in form-fitting black dragonhide, the visage of a small humanoid dragon almost.
The admiring of it was cut short by the sound of glass shattering, and as everyone's attention snapped over to charlie, the reason came quite obvious.
There at the doorway Charlie stood, his jaws agape and his left arm hanging by his side while his right was bent and his hand appeared to have held something before, but whatever it was lay on the ground shattered, and the contents of it spilled on the stairs while the red-head oogled at the target of his desires.
”Well damn....” Was all that Charlie could manage in the situation, without actually growling out most of it that was.
Before Harry could say anything, and he had the best thing to say in mind actually, it was Ron who beat him to it by poking fun of Charlie's reaction over Harry's new gear.
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