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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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The next two weeks went by fast at the Burrow, days spent playing, reading, catching up or just being still and at times doing nothing at all but enjoy the summer days laying out on the yard listening to the birds and basking in the feeling of a gentle breeze washing over.
Seemingly swiping away all of ones worries and woes to oblivion, although the first few days Harry had spent feverishly compiling his letter to Dumbledore in which to explain the new turn in his life in a way tha, he hoped, wouldn't turn the Headmaster against him.
On the third week of the proper summer vacation Charlie came over to visit his parents, and to catch-up with Harry. The little brunette that he considered as a member of the family, much like almost everyone else did as well: With the exception of Percy, who was kind of in the grey, you just couldn't read that guy complitely, he changed opinions more often in a day than most people changed socks in a year.
It was tuesday afternoon when Harry caught-up with Charlie out back in the garden where the redhead was jus sitting on the bench, arms up and bent to cup the back of his head with both of his hands, legs stretched out straight and crossed at the ankle.
"Hey Charlie, can I bother you for a moment?. " Harry asked, arms behind his back, left hand gripping the right by the wrist. Standing on the balls of his feet, that added with his hair in its usual mess, and the light grey t-shirt and black shorts the teen looked, not only quite a bit younger, but quite adorable as such.
Blinking a couple of times Charlie had to find his tongue again, and drag his mind out of the gutter to offer up a proper reply. Just when had the slim lad dressed in baggy, ratty, oversized rags become so..adorable, and since when had he had a faint smell of cherry to him.
"Uhh, n-no, just trying to digest the meal, why? Whats up Harry?." Charlie croaked out, a fact that had him knitting his brows together briefly, just what was going on. This wasn't the first time during these few days that he'd been tonguetied in Harrys presence, he'd look into that, provided he could get the lad with him for a private talk, around here even the walls could be listening in on you.
Letting out a small laugh at Charlies baffled expression and the staggering start of his speech.
"I was just wondering if you could go with me to Diagon alley, I need to check on something at Gringotts, and i rather not drag everybody along, you know the hasstle it is when this gang gets a move on all at once." Harry with amusement lacing every word of his as he watched the redhead who adjusted his position to sit properly.
Now that he looked at the other he could see that the long years working with the dragons had left Charlie with a solid figure. Adding in the fact that he had quite a bit of freckles, enough to leave the skin over the bridge of his nose, and along the apples of his cheeks looking a tad bit darker, just added a bit of debth to those radiant blue eyes, Harry could just dream of having eyes half as good looking as Charlies.
Arching the brow over his left eye Charlie leant forward, placing his elbows on his knees, hands pressed flat against each other as he looked at Harry as he spoke, nodding a little. Letting out healthy llaugh at the tiny expression of faked panic that Harry had managed to add to his mention of the chaos that'd surely follow if he wanted to take everybody along just to go to the bank to sort out something personal.
"Sure, I'd be happy to, We'll tell mom on our way to the floo, eh?" Charlie said with a nod before he pushed himself up, arching his back while stretching his arms above his head and as he did so he missed the dumbfounded look on Harry face as his shirt rode up to reveal what lay beneath.
As those arms began to lower Harry shook his head ad snorted, turning around and dropping his weight down, smacking his heels onto the groun, swinging his arms forward a little before setting them back at his sides. Lost on his thoughts he didnt hear, nor notice the larger male moving over until it was too late.
As his world spun briefly Harry let out a surprised shriek and clung ontot he solid mass that looped around his abdomen, from which he hung. As his senses came back Harry noticed himself being held in the loop of Charlies right arm, legs dangling behind , swinging a bit with each step the redhead took. Crossing his arms over his chest and turning himself enough to shoot a glare up at the other.
"Put me down this instant Charlie or so help me i will hex you into a parrot when i turn seventeen!" Harry threatened, which only brought a chuckle out Charlie who lift his arm, jumping the dangling boy on it once earning another startled yelp from the boy.
"No can do boss, you looked like you were lost in some daydream of who knows what, and we best not keep the goblins waitin!. " Charlie stated happily as he carried Harry up the few stairs to the backdoor and stepped into the kitchen where Molly was bustling about like the busy little bee that she was.
Groaning slightly Harry grabbed hold of the arm around his abdomen and tried tugging it free, to no avail.
" ..."Harry started, but snapped his jaws shut with a snap of his teeth as the woman turned, brandishing a wet rag in her hand.
"What have I told you Harry." She said with a smile on her face, despite the threat of the wet cloth in her hand.
"Mollyyy...Charlie is bullying me, make him stoop!." Harry corrected himself, but before Molly could do so much as start on the issue Charlie lift his free hand up in defence and flashed his mother a smile.
"Harry lost his feet for a moment, had to save him from faceplanting into your roses mother dearest." The redhead sad with a chuckle, and seemingly his demeanor, and the fact that Harry wasn't really struggling to get away either had affected his mothers mood in a way that she merely shook her head and set the rag down on the counter.
"Ofcourse Charlie, but he seems like he could stand on his own now, so mind putting him down." Molly said warmly as she went back to sorting out things for the next meal, but that didn't mean that the two did not enjoy the same level of attention as they had a moment ago from her, she was a mother after all, paying attention to a million things at once came with the territory.
Charlie set Harry down on his feet again, but the lad didnt move from his side anyway as he straightened up his clothes, giving the elder male a slight, although playful scowl that spoke volumes of retribution.
"Umm, Molly...Can Charlie and I go visit Gringotts? Something came-up while I was at the Dursleys that I need to go check into." Harry inquired, looking at the bustling woman as she stopped for a moment to look at him and then to one of his oldest children.
Seemingly thinking about it for a while before nodding her head, drying up her hands to te cloth hanging by her waist from the apron, moving over to give the two boys a tight hug.
"Just remember that we're going to barbeque today, the muggle way, so dont be gone too long." Molly told Harry before looking at Charlie dead in the eyes.
"And you keep him safe you hear, he'll be your responsibility till you get back." Molly said calmly, but her tone of voice left no room for argument, and her expression softened only when Charlie lost his grin and nodded seriously.
"Don't worry mom, he'll be safe with me." Charlie said calmly, tugging the brunette to his side again by looping his arm around the boys fair shoulder, a motion that had both boys lost in their minds for a second, unnoticed by Molly.
With a promise to be back as soon as they were done Charlie took Harry to the fireplace, makign sure to dodge the others . Managing to get to the fireplace without garnering too much unwanted attention, what with the elder Weasley keeping up a casual chat about the dragons he so adored working with and onec at the fireplace Charlie took some floopowder and gave Harry some as well before looking at him.
"You go on ahead first, I'll be right after." Charlie said with a nod, giving Harry a small nudge on the shoulder.
Oh how he hated most of the magical ways of travel, he seemed to always loose his balance on them, so he drew in a deep breath and tossed the powder into the fireplace.
Watching the flames go green before pronouncing, as clearly as he could before stepping in, screwing his eyes shut as the magic required for flooing tossed him off into the stream, taking him to where he had wanted to go.
To say that his landing had been less than graceful would of been a severe understatement. The moment he had stepped out Harry felt as though his foot was glued to the stone and refused to budge even as the rest of his weight came leaning forward.
Instead of stopping him at all the stickyness that randomly caught hold of him let go just at the height of his weight leaning forward and he stumbled out and ended sprawled out on the floor. Eyes still screwed shut as a low groan left his lips while he just laid there for a moment to make sure he was still intact.
His self-diagnostics were cut short by the sound of a deep, accented voice talking above him in a language he couldn't recognize. Groaning again Harry pushed himself up to kneel, blinking open his emerald eyes to look at who had spoken.
Before him stood a man, how could he be sure? Well first of all he wore a stylish suit, complete from dress shoes, to dress shirt, a coat and a tie, topping it all were lavish black robes that added more of an ominous aura to the man than he already had, what with being tall, freakishly so at six foot ten easily.
The black mass of hair combed back neatly, the angular and narrow, yet perfectly curved lips, quite a pronounced cupids bow on the upper lip and as a crown on the intimidating, yet handsome face were a set of blue eyes, so different they were from Charlie's electrict, cheerful blue.
These held the debth of an ocean, dark and cold, calculating like a panther ready to pounce on a wounded doe, yet even with such the boy felt himself...drawn to the stranger in a way he couldnt quite place, like a moth to a flame.
Looking down at the seated boy, dark and handsome arched a brow as a faint scent of sweet cherry floated to his nose, tickling his instinct, winding his nature up so that he let out a soft, deeply vibrant growl, unheard by the other patrons, yet it had the boy flinching slightly.
"My apologies, are you alright?." The stranger asked again in an english that was heavily laced by accent, his r's pronounced quite heavily to mention the most notable part, yet it seemed to fit him fine as he bent at the waist, offering his right hand to the boy, never once breaking eye-contact with him.
Looking up at the other Harry reached his own hand over to grab hold of the one offered to him, only to yelp as that large hand gripped him firmly, more so than one would think of looking at a man so lavishly dressed, but then again, looks could be decieving.
Being pulled up so swiftly had Harry struggling for balance for a mere moment, forcing him to grasp at the front of those rich robes as he settled his feet again while the stranger kept holding his hand still, seemingly unbothered by the teen standing mere inches away, though being this close kind of brought the others scent to Harrys nose.
Wilderness, the bitter biting wind of the north and the scent of hunt made-up the smell of this tall stranger, quite a...unique smell the boy could appreciate really.
"Forgive me for my lack of manners, the name is Bator Istvan Farkas." Bator introduced himself, still holding the younger ones hand and gaze, unknowingly making Harry a tad bit nervous, like any sane person would when stared at with eyes that seemed fully able of ripping your soul out.
Combined with the sheer mass of the person, given that the robes did kind of make it hard to determine the shape and size, but by what one could judge fromt he grip and lack of chubbyness on the facial area, there wouldn't be much of anything extra anywhere.
Shifting his weight from one foot to the other Harry tried to come-up with something to say, when he realized that he hadn't yet said his own name.
"Ah! Sorry!...M-my name is Harry...Harry James Potter." He said a tad unsurely as he kept looking into those pools of icy cold water the other seemed to have for eyes.
"Everything alright here Harry." A familiar voice came from behind him and Harry snapped his head to the side to take a glance of Charlie as he stood there, arms crossed over his chest, a somewhat of a scowl set on his face as he looked at the other man standing so close to the teen he was supposed to be watching after.
Standing there a foot and a half behind Harry Charlie let out a small growl, hardly audible from the sound of the other patrons in there, but what surprised him was the returning, deeper, far more reverberating one eminating from the man who saw it fit to stand up straight when challenged.
Chin held high, looking down along the bridge of his nose at the redhead who dared to intrude upon their moment, and as instinct would have it he tugged Harry flush to his front with the hand he still held Harry's with, which caused the teen to let out a small whine, although his brows were knitting together in agitation.
Before Charlie nor Bator could make a further fool of themselves by starting a brawl over who got Harry to themselves, said teen tugged his arms free and stepped aside.
"Thank you for picking me up , but i must be going now, so i wish you good day." Harry said stiffly before turning on his heels and marching off, missing the attemps from Bator to regrab him, an attempt that missed only because Charlie closed the distance and whacked the hand aside, earning him a slightly more audible growl from the man who nailed his entire attention onto the redhead as he passed.
"Do not think for a second that you can stand in my way boy." Bator growled just loud enough for the redhead to hear him, before he turned and flooed off, he had things to set and information to gather after all, money didn't make itself, and he was going to need quite a bit for this new project he had going on.
Harry marched straight off to Diagon alley, through the stonewall and was waiting just on the other side of it for Charlie, who came in a few seconds later.
"Well that was quite an event..." Harry piped out, looking at the slightly agitated looking redhead, brows knitting together again.
"Something wrong?..." He asked, tilting his head a little as his right hand began playing with the hem of his shirt, tugging at it, rolling it around a finger.
Letting out a small sigh Charlie put on a smile and shook his head.
"Nope, not anymore anyway,. Just thought the guy was hitting on you is all." Charlie said in as about as casual a tone of voice as his worked-up mind could provide.
"D'awww...Charlie the Dragontamer is jealous of wittle old me..." Harry teased, his lips stretched into a wicked little grin, something he must of learnt from hanging around Fred and George so much.
As Harry turned to head off to the bank Charlie fell a few steps behind, due to his blood flowing to his face, and his mind trying to find itself again, but in the end who was he to deny it? He wa quite taken with the teen, had been for a while.
First it had been admiration for his deeds and through getting to know him a bit better during the whole war with Voldemort. It had evolved into something special, a brothership, but since coming back to England there had been a change to Harry, a change that was working very hard at turning the brotherly view into something else entirely.
Authors notes: Here we go again guys, another chapter some new characters and such, i'm quite not sure how this turned out but i hope it's worth the day wait i put you people through, terribly sorry for it.
Staar: We'll see if he hears of the headmaster or not, either way there will be something! Iw anna keep you on your toes =D
cullenandpotterlover84: I plan on continuing alright for as long as i can come-up with dieas, or people want to give me dieas to implement into this, thank you for your review 3
Darklady19: Thank you so much for the constructive critique and the positive feedback 3 they make this endeavour so much more bearable and ten times more enjoyable 3
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