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Fire Keeper	By : slytherincailin Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14003 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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 Two: A Rather Unnecessary Complication

Harry sat, or rather slouched in the seat he had been offered, his arms crossed and a scowl fixed on his lips. It wasn't that Harry didn't like Charlie. Though they had only met once before, Charlie was family, and therefore above the temper Harry would have happily unleashed had it been anyone else that had just taken him away from the welcoming feast and forced him into a crowded office.

But it wasn't anybody else. This wasn't a death eater trying to kill him, nor was it a teacher he disliked. It was just plain old Charlie Weasley; a man whose magic was sparking up against Harry's own in a way that set his teeth on edge.

"Charlie, what are you?"

The redhead grinned as he flicked his wand towards the fire grate, causing a sudden eruption of flames. It was the heat that drew the stoney expression from Harry's face and caused his folded arms to slack. "So glad you asked, Harry," Charlie replied happily, before plonking himself down on the desk. He held out his arm, his eyes closing briefly in concentration as a small glow rose the surface of his skin, a visible magic that drew Harry like a moth to a flame.

The green eyed boy gaped, his mouth opening as he unfurled cold fingers and skimmed them across the glow. It sparked against him, almost painful, like a collision of energies. "What is this?"

Charlie opened his eyes slowly, his brow furrowed in concentration. "This, Harry, this is dragon magic."

Harry watched the glow begin to recede with almost a pang of sadness, the warmth of the fire suddenly not enough. "I don't understand." He whispered.

"I hadn't thought you would," Charlie answered back with a small smile, "but showing you now may give you more of an open mind to what I'm about to tell you. You see, Harry, I'm what's often called in the wizarding world, a Dragonette Destined. I don't suppose you've ever heard of a dragonette, have you? It's not something often taught in Hogwarts."

Harry shook his head slowly, his gaze darting towards the elder man's arm as if expecting the glow to return once more. "No. I haven't."

"I see." Charlie sighed, before moving to sit in the seat across from the eighteen-year-old. "A dragon is a powerful creature, Harry. Many think they're mindless beasts, while others worship them as powerful beings, capable of thought and speech and power. Neither mindset is really the correct one, but rather a balance of the two. A dragon is a creature, but a creature with enough self-thought and intelligence to know when change must be forced. There's a legend in wizarding lore of a dragon known as Shira. Shira was smarter than her brethren, intelligent beyond what was thought capable and for that, she was feared.

Men had stolen her, kept her trapped in a cave with horrific chains and weapons. They robbed her of her blood and her scales until she grew weak. She was dying. But there were others trapped in that cave with her, men and women who were robbed from their homes for being witches, for siding with the devil. Our people, Harry. Wizards and witches captured and killed by muggles during the burning times.

Shira knew that she was dying, and it grieved her that she would never have a family of her own, nor that the men and women trapped with her would ever be free. With tremendous courage, Shira sacrificed herself before the men could kill her and drove her magic, her memories and her very soul into each of the wizards and witches imprisoned in that cave."

Charlie's eyes darkened, his forehead creased as he watched the floor, almost as though he had forgotten Harry. "Some were killed. The strength, the transformation was too much to handle and their magical cores simply could not support it. They died horrible deaths, but those who survived, became something different entirely. They were creatures, a perfect blend of wizard and dragon with only two forms; that of the hybrid and that of the dragon. These creatures were called Dragonettes and they broke free of their prison.

They formed circles, mateships of their own with others like them and with humans. They lived for many months, until chaos slowly broke out. The mateships with more than one Dragonette would fight, battle until there was only one, too driven by instinct to prove that they were dominant. Over time, it became clear that the humans would never bear the young of the dragonettes and so they struck a deal with their full-blooded Dragon cousins. Should a man or woman prove themselves worthy, they would be infused with only a fraction of dragon magic and become the mates capable of holding a mateship together. They would become Destined."

The silence was a heavy one, filled with a tension that snapped as Harry did, his head rearing up in confusion. "I don't understand... why are you telling me this? What's going on, Charlie, really?"

The redhead smiled, reaching a hand out and grabbing Harry's arm before the Gryffindor could react. He dragged nails down the pale skin, before gripping the wrist hard and squeezing. A small glow lit the space captured by the redhead's fingers before Charlie drew back with a hiss, shaking his hand as though it had been shocked.

Harry remained immobile, his gaze fixed on his own wrist, which had just glowed the strangest shade of yellow, a yellow similar to the glow that had been coming from Charlie's arm only moments ago. Green eyes snapped up to watch the second eldest Weasley, his head shaking in denial. "I'm not." he croaked hoarsely.

"You are, Harry." Charlie sighed, "I know you'd rather not believe it but you are a Destined. Though the legend may be only a story, we are not and the Dragonettes are a very real species. You are a Destined. Dominant or submissive, it doesn't matter, you are destined to be the mate of dragonette. You'll never be happy with anybody else."

"You're lying!" Harry yelled, his green eyes shining as he stood swiftly, knocking over the chair behind him. "I can't be! I'm not!"

A light sparked in Charlie's eyes before he stood, pacing towards the smaller man. He growled low in his throat. "You are." He said lowly, "the Horntail saw fit to give you this blessing and you had better accept that or you will be driven insane. Oh, Harry, why else would your magic recoil each time Ginny touched you? Yes, she told me. Each time she so much as held your hand, the dragon magic in you would shock her. It's a part of you, it's who you were meant to be. Don't run away from it, Harry. It's a gift..."

"I don't want it." Harry had little idea that his eyes had begun to leak, leaving a trail of tears down flushed cheeks. Normality. It was what he craved, what he desired beyond all else. And now it had been taken from him, stolen from him years before he had even a chance to wish for it. "Why... Why would it..."

He choked on his words, the reality of what Charlie had said sinking slowly into his mind. The older man looked stricken, before pulling him into an embrace and shushing him softly. "It isn't a bad thing, little brother," he whispered. Harry hiccupped a soft laugh at the title, nodding his head. He was the little brother. He had help in this, he had someone who could explain this, who could control this.

Was it really so bad? A soft, small part of himself whispered. Was it truly the worst thing in the world to be special, to be needed by someone else? Did he have a choice. A small squeak left his lips. "I have a choice, right?" he demanded, his green eyes suddenly narrowed, "I'm not going to have to notify the ministry and be foisted upon the first person that comes?"

Charlie rumbled a laugh, standing back to open the door for the suspicious Gryffindor. "Naturally, Harry," he chuckled, "we're wizards with a bigger spark of magic, not criminals. Of course you have a choice."

Harry nodded slowly as he watched Charlie shut the door behind him and start towards the great hall. With any luck, dinner would still be in progress. As they walked, Charlie spoke to him in soft tones. "The dragonettes have gatherings. Get togethers every few months where they meet family and old friends and new friends. All destined are encouraged to come. They spend days there, in a village designed especially for dragonette mateships or a campsite out in the open. Granted, with the war there hasn't been one in Britain in about twelve years, but there will be one at Yule in Briha."

"Briha?" Harry asked as they neared the hall, the sounds of voices and the clatter of plates bringing a small smile to his mouth. Charlie nodded. "Yupp, Briha. It's a village not far from here, actually, by the coast. I was thinking of going," his gaze flittered to Harry, "you're welcome to come..."

The offer was one that tempted him, despite his best attempts to convince himself that he wanted nothing more than to remain at Hogwarts. There was something missing at Hogwarts, something... someone he was certain he would not find here. Though he was even more certain he would not find Theo at a dragonette meeting, it was an escape he desperately needed.

"Yes," he said with a sudden grin, before rounding the corner into the hall he turned sincere eyes on Charlie. "And thank you."

The man he considered a brother merely smiled, and offered him a small salute before heading towards the staff table. Harry slid into his seat with a sigh. Dragging a plate of mince pie before him he spooned a mouthful and brought the food to his open mouth, his gaze darting upward for only a split second to find that both Ron and Hermione had him pinned with identical looks of curiosity.

Harry groaned as he dropped the spoon, it was going to be a long night.
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