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Through the eyes of a Serpent	By : Doragonkage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12067 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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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Without being in any particular hurry Aiolos washed his face and got new clothes , for for himself and Harry. Deciding that he would re-size the clothes he had chosen for the boy to wear once they were on to make sure they fit properly on the first go, it wouldn't do to take himself to the edges of magical exhaustion, again.

Aiolos walked down the long corridor, his feet making soft taps against the stone floor. White robes billowed behind the man in a playful way with each motion of the man's body. The ends of the blood-red sash that was tied around his waist, swinging lazily with each step.

With the hood of his robes down off of his face, the Snakes had pulled up, only to curl and coil into a mass in the vacant hood. Each of the snakes hissing happily while relaxing and enjoying the gentle rocking, something that made Aiolos chuckle quietly as he approached the door to Harry's room.

Standing by the door Aiolos lift his left hand and gently tapped his knuckles against it and waited for a moment before entering when no answer was given. Holding the clothes under his right arm still Aiolos opened the door and stepped in, making his way through the empty room over to the bathroom, where he knocked once more.

When he still heard nothing Aiolos grabbed the handle and turned, sighing in relief when he heard the mechanism click to signal that the door was unlocked and would open. Cracking the door open slightly Aiolos leaned in close, not peeking in yet, even flicking a wayward snake from sneaking a peak in.

”Harry, Are you alright in there?” Aiolos inquired in a soft voice, arching a brow as he heard a brief splash, as if something moved quickly in a container of water.

”Ah..Y-yes, almost done.” Harry piped back while splashing his face and rubbing a bit, doing his utmost to avoid the blackened parts of his face to the best of his ability.

”May I come in?.” Aiolos asked in the same, calm tone of voice, opening the door up a little more, missing the sneaky, lengthy snake peaking in through the crack, wiggling itself to pop it's small head into the room to see.

”Uhh..You kinda did already.” Harry said once he took notice of the small, black head of a snake popping up from the crack of the door, chuckling softly when he heard the strange man curse at his hair

Aiolos opened the door enough to slip in himself, before closing it behind himself. Laying the clothes down onto the edge of the sink before grouching down to tug out a large, red towel from the cabinet beneath the sink and setting it next to the clothes.

”I'm terribly sorry for this one's rude behavior, but I assure you, that I do not share sight with them.” Aiolos stated firmly, while he reached his hand in and tugged the wayward snake over to show, although the reprimand seemed to go onto deaf ears judging from the quiet cackle coming from the snake.

”It's ok, I wasn't doing anything bad in here.” Harry assured, nodding vigorously while he huddled in the end of the tub, averting his gaze from the surface of the water, lest he catch sight of his own reflection from the smooth surface.

Wouldn't matter even if you were little one.” Aiolos announced matter-of-factly, flicking his left hand in a dismissive gesture as he unfolded the towel and draped it over his right arm.

Aiolos tilted his head slightly as he observed the boy flinch from the smoothing surface of the water, doing anything he could to keep it rippling slightly. Moving close to the edge of the tub before kneeling down next to it. Without saying anything Aiolos summoned his wand, the old, slightly burnt object appearing on the man's outstretched right hand escorted by a crack.

”We should probably glamour you for our trip to the stores, yes?” Aiolos mused aloud, smiling the whole way, just to appear like he wasn't aware of the terror Harry was inflicting upon himself from how he looked now.

Harry perked up instantly at the offer, nodding his head as he crept close, splashing some water in doing so. Once Aiolos had the excited boy settled down again he whispered the words and wove the magic, doing his best to consume as little power as he could, while making the glamour as solid as possible.

”There, have a look.” Aiolos said after he had spoken the final word of the incantation and withdrawing his wand and setting it in his pocket.

Harry get out of the tub, waiting only for a moment while Aiolos draped the large towel over his shoulders before venturing over to the mirror. After wiping away the fog that had formed, Harry blinked a couple of times as he took in his appearance. The blackened parts were hidden from sight, replaced by flesh of the same tone as he normally was. His head was covered by a full head of hair, unruly, yet styled so, instead of the usual rats nest the boy was plagued with.

All of that was pushed aside upon the revelation that his forehead was completely smooth. No scar, no nothing but pale flesh. Reaching his hand up to run tentative fingertips along where the bothersome mark had been, Harry was delighted to feel nothing but smoothness, even though he knew that it was still there, waiting beneath the glamour.

”This is amazing...I haven't liked watching into mirrors this much since...ever, really.” Harry announced happily as he stepped away from the mirror and turned to the mysterious, yet kind stranger.

In a leap or two Harry shortened the distance between himself and Aiolos considerably and wrapped his arms tight around the man in a hug of gratitude. The man in question was taken aback slightly, but he still chuckled lightly and moved his left hand over to place it gently on the top of the boys head while his right arm moved to loosely return to the embrace he was given.

”Think nothing of it, it was the least that I could do.” Aiolos said as he pulled back, ignoring the slight dampness at the front of his robes where Harry had pressed his head on.

”But how about you finish drying up and put on the new clothes, they will be far too big for you as it is, but once you're done I'll come and shrink them for you, alright?” Aiolos said with a nod, giving the wet head of hair one last ruffling stroke before stepping away completely.

Harry nodded eagerly, still elated from looking normal, nothing to set him apart from the rest of the people around him, a sort of a fresh start. When Aiolos left the room and shut the door behind himself, Harry went about drying himself up and getting himself into the new clothes.

Ten minutes later found Harry shuffling down the stairs wearing the outfit he had been given. A pair of white cotton pants, thin and light to wear to allow air to travel, but not thin enough to permit seeing what was beneath. A plain white t-shirt covered the torso, although with the size of the article Harry could of almost worn it as a tunic and none would of been any the wiser for it.. The pant-legs were tightly bundled at Harry's ankles in an effort to keep them from tripping the boy up.

”Ah, there you are, now allow me.” Aiolos called from the bottom of the stairs, looking like he was about to head upstairs to check on Harry again, a small smile tugging at the corners of the man's lip while a scaled brow arched a little as his eyes traveled along the form of the teen.

Harry shuffled down, so he was a couple of stairs away from Aiolos and stopped there when instructed. Unfurling the pant-legs, and making sure he didn't stand on them by accident, Harry spread his arms out at his sides and waited while Aiolos worked on the clothes.

A few flicks of the wand and a short incantation later Harry found the clothes pulling close as they re-sized to fit almost perfectly around his smaller form. Running his hands along his sides, smoothing out the shirt and moving his legs about Harry tested that the clothes fit before hopping down onto the floor.

From then on Aiolos led the way to the kitchen, telling Harry that whatever he would think of needing, they would get, and that if Harry thought of anything that should be purchased, he should just say so and Aiolos would see about it.

After a quick snack and some idle chatting Aiolos and Harry made their way out, only stopping by the front door to get themselves some shoes, Aiolos once more shrinking a pair for Harry to wear.

”So, what should we get first?...Do you want a new wand? Clothes? Furniture for your room?” Aiolos inquired as they stepped outside, starting their journey down the grovel-stone path towards the gates.

”Hmm....Kinda hard to pick, but let's see which one pops up first, yes?” Harry replied, smiling up at the man.

”Sounds like a plan to me!” Aiolos exclaimed cheerily, his right arm thrust up with the index finger pointing skyward.

”Just one thing before we leave the wards..:While I don't know how the extrication of Thena's essence from you has affected you so far, I have to advise you to refrain from looking at anyone in the eyes, just to be on the safe side.” Aiolos said as they got to the edge of the wards, the ornate gate standing before them.

Harry looked up again, furrowing his brows while he watched Aiolos pulling out his wand and conjuring himself a blindfold, to cover his own eyes with. It didn't take much of a genius to figure out, that since he was being plagued by the Basilisk's magic, that there was a chance that he might cause harm if he were to look someone in the eyes, a disturbing thought in itself.

”Can you make me a blindfold too?” Harry inquired quietly, kicking at the grovel slightly, his gaze nailed to the ground.

”But how will you see, what you're going to get or where you're going?.” Aiolos questioned gently but even as he did so he was already conjuring a thin, white blindfold for the boy.

”I'll just hold your hand while we're moving and sneak a peek at the things, this way we can just claim that it's a quirk of mine to go about blindfolded.” Harry offered, looking up at Aiolos again, his smile returning to his face once more when he saw the cloth being offered to him.

”We will be quirky together then.” Aiolos chuckled aloud, and for emphasis' sake he reached his right hand up to tap at the cloth over his own eyes, before offering the hand to Harry to take once he'd finished with covering his eyes.

Harry responded to the declaration with a smile of his own while he reached up and grabbed hold of the appendage offered to him. Stepping out of the wards brought a tingling sensation to course through the boys body, something Aiolos noticed, but chose to ignore for now as he tugged up his hood with his left hand.

The walk down the residential district was a long one, the street lined with various style of buildings ranging from the individual mansions, ones like Aiolos had, to building complexes with several apartments in one. At the end of the winding street there was a large archway, and the bustling and fluidly moving sea of people beyond it were quite enough to rouse the inner Agoraphobic that resides within us all.

”Is that wavering mass over there..is it all people??” Harry asked, sounding more than astonished to find so many a persons in one go, it was ridiculous really.

”Yup, so I think we need to rethink the approach.” Aiolos stated flatly, just moments before he dislodged his hand from Harry's.

Before the boy could complain or even ask about the sudden lack of contact, or to even formulate an argument against such a separation Harry felt the man's hand at his sides, right beneath his arms. Gripping firmly Aiolos grouched down only to lift Harry up and off his feet at the same time. Dipping his head forward and standing up at the same time while maneuvering Harry back a bit Aiolos now had the boy sitting safe and sound on his shoulders.

Through the entire operation of lifting and positioning Harry held on firmly to Aiolos' wrists while the rest of him was as stiff as a board. Only really relaxing once he felt Aiolos moving his arms down to snap firmly around his dangling legs.

”Alrighty then, let's get this party on the road.” Aiolos exclaimed happily as he began to walk again.

”You can put me down tough.....I'll be fine walking by myself.” Harry complained from his perch, but even as he did so his hands held on firmly to the top of Aiolos' head, delighting in the wiggling feeling beneath the hood as the serpents moved, although the feeling of them wiggling between his thighs while they positioned themselves as not to be so squished, was a far more of an odd feeling.

”Nope, I might be tall, but even I can't see properly over the mass of people, so you can perch up there and point out any sort of boutique that tickles your fancy.” Aiolos stated as a matter of factually as one can. His lips stretched into a small smile.

Harry sighed in defeat and just simply let himself be carried about, not that he really had anything against it really. Being up so high reminded the boy of flying, the freedom to soar through the air while the wind swept and howled, such a relaxing feeling all in all.

Daring to reach his right hand up Harry lifted the blindfold on him a little to expose his right eye, just to better see the different shops and booths when something caught his eyes, a lone glint in the light. Quickly pointing it out to his ”steed of choice” Harry couldn't stop the delighted laughter from erupting from him even if he had wanted to when said ”steed” decided to practically run and hop over there. Sliding past people effortlessly, although the many dirty looks shot in their way indicated that not everyone appreciated such grace.

Once they got to the door of the shop Aiolos helped Harry down and checked the name of the shop for himself, the sign above read Khazim's Jewelry and Accessories. Following Harry over to the window he grouched down and looked where Harry was looking.

Sitting on a red velvet pillow was a wand holster made of white leather, but decorated with polished, smooth metal that slithered and coiled along the length of it like a snake. Where the wand would be inserted, the open maw of a snake was beautifully carved and set, the tiny blue gems that were its eyes glinting slightly in the light.

”Would you want that?” Aiolos inquired sounding, for all purposes, like he was serious about it too.

”I can't afford it, but it would be nice.” Harry replied, a slight undertone of sadness in his voice when he said it.

”Nonsense, I'll get it for you, but only if you promise to take good care of it, yes?” Aiolos said just before he sprang up swiftly, enough so to startle a few of those nearest to them, and took hold of Harry's hand and tugged him along into the store.

”You really shouldn't, I....” Harry began to protest, but a brief glance in his way and a flash of that wicked grin had the boy snapping his jaws shut and pouting.

”Don't worry Harry, this kind of free shopping isn't going to be a habit, you'll learn to work for the things you want, but today, and only today, anything you want...you will get.” Aiolos said calmly, stopping at the door to take eye-contact with the boy, and to reach his free hand down to tug the blindfold over Harry's exposed eye once more.

Without further words the duo stepped into the store, taking a while to look at the things on display while waiting for a member of staff to become available for them. In the fifteen minutes that they went about Aiolos and Harry had many a laughs, mostly directed at some of the other more...flashily dressed patrons and their odd assortment of accessories.

After completing their purchase of the holster the two merged into the sea of people anew. Harry once more seated on Aiolos' shoulders while they sailed through the mass hopping from shop to shop.

From then on the day went on smoothly. At some point, probably by the third shop and the sixth person to ask them about it, Aiolos had made a game out of the various explanations for their blindfolds and the odd growth of scales along his face. The explanations ranged from botched transformation spells, to botched Polyjuice potion, to just general hexes and curses, yet all those things had one thing in common. They had been botched somehow.

It wasn't once or even ten times that Harry had to clutch at his own sides in an effort to hold in his laughter, and each such moment only spurred Aiolos on to make an even bigger spectacle out of it. What with the constant acting and explaining, it was a real wonder that they got anything at all, but as the day began to fade towards the end the duo had managed to get Harry new clothes, some that would fit him when he grew-up some more. They had purchased Harry the basic school supplies, piles upon piles of parchment, as well as notebooks, loads of quills and bottles upon bottles of ink and potions ingredients. They had also purchased just about every piece of furniture that Harry would need, with the exception of the bed which they were going to look at now from a shop specialized in them.

”This is just about the last place for us to look really.” Aiolos announced cheerily as he lowered Harry back onto the ground to stand, said boy looking a tad agitated. Who wouldn't be when something as simple as a BED was proving to be a challenge.

”I don't know what was wrong with the beds in the last place, they just....didn't feel right.” Harry murmured quietly, stuffing his hands in his pockets and kept his eyes nailed on the ground.

”It's probably some form of creature instinct, most child with an active inheritance might exhibit things like that as their being and magic matures, so don't worry about it, just go with it Harry.” Aiolos assured, placing a gentle hand on the boys shoulder.

Looking up at the perpetually smile-laden face of Aiolos left Harry quite unable to really feel annoyed, so he simply puffed-up his chest and straightened his sleeves before turning towards the door.

”After this we will get you a new wand and THEN...We'll go grab a proper lunch, i'm starving.” Aiolos said, nodding his head in affirmation to this, while his left hand absentmindedly rubbed over his growling stomach.

Together the two wandered about the rows of beds of all kind, Harry trying some of them only to scowl and hop off when it wasn't comfortable enough, or just didn't feel right. They even shooed away the helpful assistant, claiming that they didn't know what they were looking for, but would know when they found it.

Harry's desperation was growing the more beds they left behind and the less were ahead to look, until it caught his eyes, although naught but a blurry visage through the blindfold.

At the far corner of the room stood a unique looking bed. It stood on no legs, instead it was charmed to hover above a platform. The bed itself was more akin to a nest, with enough width to put even a wider bed to shame. The /nest moved slightly on top of the platform, one could tilt it slightly to gain easier access to it, and it moved when the person sleeping in it would move.

It didn't take much of an effort from harry to make his way over to the piece of furniture. Kicking off his shoes and promptly climbing in, scooting along to the center to lay flat on his back. Arms and legs spread out and still having plenty of space to fit four of him in there.

Aiolos arched a brow when Harry just dashed off without a word. Following suit, yet again signaling for the assistant to stay where she was while he went after the wayward child, only to chuckle aloud while he watched the boy clamber up into the odd contraption, yet one look at the content expression, and slowly drooping eyelids, spoke volumes of one thing.

”Found your bed, did you?” Aiolos inquired casually as he stood by the bed with his hips jutted to the right slightly, arms crossed loosely over his chest.

”Mmhmm....so comfy.” Harry almost purred from his spot before forcing himself upright.

”Come on then, let's go pay for it before you sleep in it.” Aiolos chuckled and leaned forward slightly, opening his arms up for the boy.

Scooping Harry up onto his arms Aiolos debated whether or not to let the boy down. What with the boy looking so very tired all of a sudden, yet with only a single protest from the boy had Aiolos reaching a conclusion and putting Harry down while they went to pay.

There was a slight complication with the purchase. The teller made a mention of the bed being reserved for another, a simple enough issue that was solved by Galleons, enough so to have the staff begin packing it away to be delivered later in the day.

So relaxed had Harry been that he'd forgotten to slide down his blindfold, so it now rested on his forehead, like a bandanna.

From there Harry and Aiolos walked down the busy street, hand in hand just to keep Aiolos from suffering from a neck injury form having to check on Harry constantly. Aiolos led the way down to a wand-maker stopping every now and then as if to listen to something before resuming the walk again. Until eventually they arrived to one located slightly off the main street, the shop cast in shadows for the most part and ignored by all who walked past.

The over all appearance of the outside of the shop wasn't all that welcoming. The paint on the door-frame and window-frames had chipped away for the most part. The sign was tilted and the name had all but vanished from it by now.

If it weren't for the unwavering confidence with which Aiolos headed there, harry would of stopped to at least question the choice of shop, but as it was he followed silently in.

Within the shop there were shelves upon shelves of wand boxes, just like Ollivander's had been. Everything seemed just like at Ollivander's with the exception of the counter and the area behind it, not to mention the person behind the desk.

Behind the desk stood a tall and slim, if not skeletal, figure. It's face mostly hidden behind greasy looking hair, while it's body was covered in the tattered remains of robes. It's long fingered hands rested on top of the counter while Yellow, snake-like eyes peered through the veil of hair.

Thin lips stretched into a grin, showing a row of broken, shattered teeth and if that wasn't enough to have Harry hitting the breaks right at the door, then the sound that came from the being was.

”Welcome ye who haveth found my dwelling in the shadows. How might I assist thee??” The being inquired, it's voice like chalk being dragged across a broad, icy and distant with a hint of an echo and an undertone of growl, a voice from beyond the grave.

”We'd like to acquire a...” Aiolos was cut short by the sharp tug on his arm. Looking back he saw Harry planted firmly at the door, leaning back with all his weight so as not to be moved towards what he perceived as danger.

”What...what the heck is that?!” Harry snapped, tugging on his hand, only to find that Aiolos wasn't letting go of him, not that he'd notice much else since his attention was on the grinning figure behind the counter, hoping that by keeping his eyes on it, he'd be able to keep it from just lunging over.

”Hush now child, you have nothing to fear with me around, as to him.” Aiolos spoke while moving himself closer to the boy, grouching down by him and looking over at the being behind the counter, one who wasn't in the least bit offended by the terror he seemed to inspire.

”He is what some Wizards aspire to be, a Lich, or well one in the morphing phase of it. A Lich is a form of undead, a wizard to be specific with great understanding of the forces of death and darkness, and he is an old friend of mine.” Aiolos explained, staying calm and still smiling, even though he did glance at the Lich and motioned for him to tone down the creepiness.

Harry blinked a few times looking between Aiolos and the Lich, yet he remained tense.

”Trust in your guardian, I have no interest in visiting harm upon thee.” The Lich chuckled from his spot behind the counter, even offering a polite bow of his head to assuage some of the boys fears.

”I, ah...I'm sorry...I was just...uncertain, I haven't met any Liches before.” Harry swallowed once and gathered up his Gryffindor bravery and returned to the polite gesture.

”It is quite alright, if it helps any, my name is Aldovar the Forgotten and making wands is my passion.” The Lich chuckled again, causing shivers to run down Harry's spine.

”Which is why we're here, to get the best wand for my little one.” Aiolos said calmly as he stood up, holding onto Harry's hand still, more so because Harry was still squeezing his so firmly.

”Before we begin with this, you should probably hold onto this Harry.” Aiolos said while he fished out of his pocket the small, purple sphere that held Thena and the flames still and offered them to the boy.

Hesitantly Harry took the item, and the moment his hand touched it, he was holding onto it tightly, as if his very being was refusing to be parted from it. The rush of power that surged from that simple thing was enough to rattle the shelves, hell the very store itself slightly. Even the Lich took a step back and braced himself against the force, yet his grin never wavered, if anything it grew wider still.

”This will be my masterpiece, I will never make a wand like this again of this I am certain.” The Lich practically purred as he lift his hands and rubbed them together.

Moving swiftly behind his counter he Motioned for Harry and Aiolos to come closer, which the two did while Harry was still reveling in the effects of the gem. With the sort of swiftness that came from years of practice the Lich began piling different things onto the counter. He put down bone and wood, liquids and gems, feathers and hair all of it neatly set on the wood and easily accessed.

”Now Harry, first we will listen to thine heart. Close thine eyes and focus on what is your hearts true desire.” The Lich instructed, sounding, and looking, like he was back to being a mortal and a teen-ager excited about...something.

Harry glanced over to Aiolos who merely nodded and smiled, slowly prying his hand away from Harry's, just so there wouldn't be any mix-ups. With a deep inhale Harry steeled himself and closed his eyes, trusting in Aiolos to keep the Lich from doing anything and then focused. For a while he saw nothing but darkness, but that was until he stopped thinking about it.

Before his mind's eye flashed a pair of red eyes and pair of Sharp fangs. So sudden had the image been that Harry stepped back and gasped, looking about frantically. It wasn't until Aiolos grasped his shoulder that Harry stopped looking around for a danger that was not present, well not what he'd supposedly seen.

”What did you see Harry.” Aiolos murmured softly, keeping his hand on Harry's shoulder to still the boy.

”I...I saw a pair of glowing red eyes and Fangs, sharp ones.” Harry explained, reaching his left hand up to rub his temple.

”Red eyes and sharp fangs, hmm....Try if this brings you a sense of familiarity.” Alvador said while he moved behind his counter and brought over a vial that contained some sort of red liquid.

Harry reached for the bottle and tentatively took hold of it. Once Alvador let go of it, Harry was overcome by just the feeling that he had been described so he nodded and handed the vial back for the Lich, who put it aside.

”Next is thine soul, once more close thine eyes, but this time let thine soul guide you to that which associates with it.” Alvador instructed while still practically vibrating with glee.

Once more Harry closed his eyes and held his breath, waiting for his ”soul” to speak to him. A moment later Harry saw it as clear as day. A majestic red dragon stood there, as if posing to him. It's limbs were strong, claws sharp and wings that blocked out the sun. The horns on it's head beautiful curved as they reached back. Each scale on it's body glinting in an unseen light. Yet most stunning were it's eyes, like a pair of Opals, they were a shade of radiant gold.

Once more Harry opened his eyes, looking as bewildered by the sight as he had felt, eagerly telling both Aiolos and Alvador of what he had seen. For a while the Lich seemed at a loss, looking through the various items, handing over several pieces of bone and wood, even some stones without results.

”This is most...peculiar...”Alvador said while rubbing his chin with his left hand.

”What is?” Aiolos inquired sharply, not liking this sort of development at all, after all Alvador was the best there was around here, or for most places for that matter.

”It seems that the material for his wand is Dragonbone, and not just any, but freely given at that, I've made a wand with it just once before.” Alvador contemplated, flicking his hand dismissively before turning his attention onto Harry.

”Reach out with your magic, let it flow freely, let it reach out as far as it needs to, for it is the only way that we can acquire the material you need, if it was meant to be so.” Alvador said, pointing his bony index finger at Harry, much to the boys annoyance.

Frowning slightly Harry did as he was told and once more closed his eyes, but this time he just relaxed and let his magic go. For a while the whole interior of the shop was overflowing with magic that had no focus. Robes pillowed and whipped about, the shelves rattled and some wands fell down onto the floor. The only reason the items on the counter weren't blown away by the ethereal winds was the Liches own magic that anchored them down firmly.

All that he could see was darkness, but not the kind you see when you close your eyes, it was more like there was nothing there to be seen. Harry looked around and everywhere he looked the same scenery of blackness surrounded him. Yet when Harry looked down and brought his hands into view, he could see them just fine, a peculiar thing considering the lack of anything else around him. There was another thing surrounding him as well, one that made itself more prominent with each passing moment.

Warmth, like he was standing at the edge of the heating effect of a campfire, one that he was steadily approaching. Slowly the warmth built, until it was just heat, like he was just a step too close to the aforementioned campfire, all without even taking a single step forward. As the feeling of heat built to it's zenith two things happened at once.

A low rumbling growl, a warning of sorts, echoed all around him just as bright red light burst from beneath him, forming cracks in the blackness that spread out, like the cracks on a broken glass before it would give way.

” Who dares disturb me.” A low, rumbling voice called out, the sound shooting straight through Harry who stood still, paralyzed.

Suddenly there was a loud thump and the cracked ”ground” jumped upwards, but did not give way to whatever it was that was trying to push through. Another thump and the ground broke. From the glowing red hole a massive paw, covered in red scales, reached out and slammed down onto the ground. Massive claws sunk easily into the blackness as the being began dragging itself up.

Another paw burst through the ground and grabbed hold, followed by a third appendage. A long snout, covered in the same kind of scales as the two paws, burst forward, sending shards of red-rimmed blackness scattering about.

Growling deeply the being, the red dragon that Harry had ”seen” before, dragging itself up into the blackness where Harry had found himself. When it was finally fully standing there in all it's glory it looked around.

Golden eyes glowed brightly as it looked around. Nostrils flared with each deep inhale while it tried scenting out the intruder, the disturbance.

” Come out, come out wherever you are....It is pointless to hide here, when you've so rudely, if not clumsily, attacked me.” The dragon said, his voice dropping lower and the natural vibrancy that it carried made it sound like he was almost purring while he looked.

Through all this Harry remained still, petrified in place by the fact that a colossal dragon was looking for him, and that HE had somehow attacked IT?!. Yet try as he might Harry couldn't move, sure his arms moved, he could see that, but no matter how he tried his legs wouldn't budge an inch from where they were planted.

During his search of the intruder the dragon turned, for a moment, sideways to the terrified boy, giving him quite a view of his profile.

The dragon had a long, and thick neck that was naturally curved up. The dragons chest was wide, as were it's front legs, all equally muscular beneath the tough hide of scales. Following the line along towards the midsection one could clearly see the body slimming out slightly, just enough to add a curve, but not enough to make it seem pear-shaped. Covering the dragons back were a pair of massive, leathery wings, folded in three to fit neatly against the beings back, yet twitching every now and again as if akin to spread out to their fullest.

Crowning the head of the beast were four horns, one smaller pair and one larger. The larger pair grew out near the back of the head, first following the shape of the skull before fanning out slightly, only to return to curve back so that the points nearly met. The smaller pair drew down, curling slowly, following the arch of the lower-jaw, before growing straight following the line of the jaw, and stopping when they reached halfway along it.

Lastly there were the hindlegs and tail, both proportional to the front, with the exception to the tail that snaked along the ground when the dragon moved. The tail was long and rapidly thinned down towards the tip, even though at it's slimmest it was still thicker than the arm of most men.

Covering the dragon's body were red scales all through, with the exception of around it's underside. The underside of the dragon was covered in, what appeared to be, black scales, starting from the lower jaw and reaching all the way down to the base of the tail.

” COME OUT!...I know you're here, I can smell you all around me, and your scent has me curious for I have smelled it before.” The dragon crooned, turning his head this way and that as he did.

” How could you have smelled me before??” Harry suddenly piped up, and immediately brought his hands up and over his mouth. WHY had he done such a foolish thing?! He hadn't meant to!

” There yo....” The dragons head snapped straight to look where Harry's voice had come from as if the boy had just been revealed to him.

The grin that had been upon the dragons maw faltered just as swiftly as the words died at it's lips. Golden eyes blinked rapidly, as if trying to rid their bearer of an illusion. When Harry, or the visage of the boy, wouldn't vanish the dragon reared back, it's wings opening up to their fullest.

” This can't be.....You can't really be here after all this time.” The dragon snapped, sounding both relieved and panicked at the same time. A pair of feeling one could clearly see within those golden eyes.

Suddenly the dragon lunged forward, reaching it's right front paw forward to grab at Harry, causing the boy to flinch and try and get away, only to realize once more, that he couldn't move. The paw came closer and closer and when it would of made contact and grabbed the helpless boy, it went right through, not so much as a brush of contact was felt by either.

Harry looked at himself, not a scratch on him. The dragons looked at his empty paw and then at the boy, growling again as he backed away, with his tial lashing out in annoyance

” You're naught but a trick played by my aching hearts, I should of known.” The dragon snarled. Sure he sounded angry, but not at Harry by any means, but more so at himself.

” I don't know what you're talking about. I am quite real...although I don't think that I am here...not really.” Harry interjected, not liking one bit that him being real was put to the question by anyone, that and the dragon seemed unable to harm him, or he would of done so by now.

” If you are real, then how are you HERE. For if you were real and HERE then I would have no problems in holding you.” The dragon snapped back, puffing out a cloud of smoke.

” I don't even know where here is, I was just doing what I was told...to let my magic reach out to find the dragon who's bone, freely given, would become my wand.” Harry stated flatly, only to smack his hand over his mouth again. What's with him and spilling every single fact out loud now!

” Wand?...Magic? You're a Wizard....then that means....” The dragon murmured, more to himself than to Harry. Golden eyes looked around, really looked without the haze of hunting clouding his perception.

” I see. This isn't a real place at all, neither of us are really here so that means...” The dragon crooned yet leaving his meaning unexplained, his maw once more adorning the grin it had before.

Slowly the dragon laid made his way over to the boy, only to lay down near by. Front legs crossing in front of him so that the beast could bring his head down to rest on them, to better be at an eye-level with the wizard, quite effectively quieting any and all questions that Harry might of had regarding the last statement.

” So, you want my bone, you may have it, if only you give me your name, Mehn looveyd” The dragon purred, actually purred this time, his golden eyes flashing, their glow illuminating Harry, nearly blinding the boy.

” My...my name?” Harry inquired, sounding quite unsure now, that he was within touching range of the dragon, his illusion of invulnerability suddenly melting beneath the intense gaze of those golden eyes.

” Yes, only your name I wish to know Mehn Looveyd, will you not grant me this little boon? Or will you have me beg for it?” The dragon purred, sliding his head forward slightly, almost touching Harry now. His hot breath washing over the boy, without ever touching him.

” Harry blinked, dumbfounded at the dragons sudden change in demeanor. While he found it much more appealing than before, he was still...Hold the though, had the Dragon just offered to beg? Now there was a concept that Harry didn't think he'd live to witness.

” Well....If you...can beg, not that you have to! But if you can.....I would...like to see it” Harry said, his gaze alternating between looking back at the dragon and his own twisting hands.

The reaction that Harry gained from his request was another surprise in itself. The dragon was suddenly laughing, his booming voice echoing all around as he pushed himself up to a sitting position.

” I have never begged in my life!” The dragon roared out, wings spreading to their fullest again as he puffed his chest out, very much like an arrogant dragon was expected to, even as it caused Harry to flinch anew.

” But for you....I would move Heaven and Earth.” The dragon crooned softly, looking down at the boy.

Suddenly the dragon flopped, quite unceremoniously so, onto his side on the ground and twisted his body so he was on his back. Curling his front legs against his chest for effect, while his tail flicked from side to side. Yet the biggest impact came from his eyes, once he turned their ethereal glow upon his intended. Once vibrant and glowing gold, they now changed color to a flawless blue, clear as water and radiant in their internal glow.

Harry was blinking again, like an owl caught unaware, at the sight. Slowly a smile formed on his lips, then came a laughter, a steady steam of it to fill the cracked darkness in which they stood. Here was a colossal dragon rolled over onto his back like a dog, giving him the puppy eyes of epic proportions, how could he not warm-up to that?

” Alright, alright! Enough...My name is Harry...” Harry said after his fit of laughter had died down.

At first the dragon had felt quite offended at being smiled at, but such feelings were quickly crushed by the sound of that innocent, bubbly laughter as it echoed through the place. Rolling himself back onto his front, shaking himself out of habit, the dragon watched, and listened to the boy delight in the act.

” Harry....such a lovely name.” The dragon purred softly, putting emphasis on each letter. From the soft sigh of the H, the low yawn of the A, riding the rumble of the double-R and ending in the quiet whisper of the Y.

The way that the dragon had said his name had Harry's skin crawling, and not in a bad way either. Harry watched the dragon lift his paw up and felt along his horns, until finally he grabbed the tip of the left one. With an audible clink the horn was broken, the removed piece floating on the dragons paw.

” None of my brethren will dare touch you, for as long as you wield the wand made of this. No fire will ever burn you for that is the will of Deimos the Lord of Fire. That is my will, and this is a gift for Mehn Looveyd, Harry.” The dragons voice echoed within the darkness, filled with authority and power.

Bringing his paw down close to Harry, so he could grab the piece of his horn. The piece of black bone was the length of Harry's forearm and straight, with a slight twist along it, like the two ends of the bone had been held and twisted in opposite direction to create slight spiraling.

Hesitantly Harry reached out to claim the piece of bone. As his finger wrapped around the base of it, he felt warmth rush through his entire being. It was comfortable in an odd way, like a long hug from someone important and precious to you.

” Thank you Deimos” Said Harry once he had pulled the horn to himself, cradling it against his chest without even fully realizing it.

” You are welcome mehn Looveyd.” Deimos purred softly, his golden eyes flashing softly as they watched the boy.

” Could you tell me what that means?.,...that..Men loovid, that you've been repeating.” Harry asked, looking up into the dragons eyes.

To hear those words, even though butchered by lack of understanding and familiarity with the language, had the dragons entire body quivering visibly. A low, satisfied growl echoed from the majestic beast as his wings opened, a sign that the being was clearly pleased.

Yet want as he might to answer the boys question, the fact that the ghostly image of the boy was beginning to flicker and wane, suggesting that Harry was fast approaching his limit for safely upholding such a connection as this. Lowering his head to take one last closer look at his intended Deimos smiled and blew a gust of warm air over the ghostly image.

” That is a story for another time, for you are at the limits of your power, little one.” Deimos said, his words a mere hushed whisper to Harry.

” Rest assured that I will find you eventually, but until then I shall meet with you in your dreams to better get to know you, and you to I, so with a heavy heart I will send you away now.” Deimos went on, ending his speech with a deep inhale, just to get that one last fill of the faint scent of the boy.

Sitting upright the Dragons wings opened to their fullest and the dragon lift his head high, drawing in a deep breath.

As Deimos did this, Harry watched as a bright red glow began to grow within the beings chest, slowly growing stronger until he couldn't see the black scales anymore. Deimos moved his head again, looking right at Harry, who was still clinging to the piece of horn, a smile tugging at the corners of the beasts lips.

Parting his jaws, flames bursting out from between his teeth as he did so, Deimos let the held breath go to wash over Harry.

Instinct told Harry to duck and cover before the dragon could unleash the torrents of fire upon him, yet something held him from reacting. Something held him standing there, not flinching or blinking, welcoming what was to come. Even as he had a million questions, more so from the crypticness of what Deimos had said a moment ago, Harry watched as those jaws opened and flames flicked out.

Yet there were no flames, no burning no nothing of the sort, there was only warmth and the scent of ash washing over him. Not a moment later, after the initial touch of the dragons breath on him, that Harry noticed his vision blurring and a familiar tugging sensation at his navel as he was cast away from where he was.

” Stay safe mehn Looveyd, for I will eagerly await for the next time you dream so that I may see you again.” Were the last words whispered to Harry's mind before the dream-like state ended and reality took it's place.

For what seemed like an age Harry held himself under the pressure of letting his magic have free reign, until he felt something snap. Suddenly the winds died down and Harry just stood there with his eyes open and glowing faintly.

Before Aiolos could step in and even touch Harry to rouse him from his trance, Alvador brought a bony, firm hand onto his friends shoulder to stop him, explaining that where-ever the Dragon who's bone was needed was Harry needed to establish and maintain a connection with it to gain what he needed. Alvador also warned that any who would intervene in such a delicate situation would suffer the wrath of magic, the caster and the anchor alike, so they had no choice but to wait for now.

Whatever happened in the five minutes that followed Harry didn't speak of when he came back to himself, only saying that he'd been forbidden from sharing the experience until such a time that they would meet in person. The fretting from Aiolos was brought to a halt by the sudden appearance twisted piece of black material just appearing in Harry's hands.

The material was entirely black and smooth, even the place where it had apparently been broken off, or cut off, held no markings of any kind. A fact that Alvador appreciated greatly, judging from the semi-maniacal cackle that came from him when the item was given to him.

”One last thing to acquire then, one that I believe only someone like little mister Harry would need for the kind of power he is undoubtedly going to have at his disposal.” Alvador cackled as he shuffled to the backroom to fetch something.

Upon his return the Lich had a box in his hand. A simple looking black wooden box with nothing remarkable on it, yet the Lich held onto it like his very existence depended on it. Carefully he set the box down on the counter and opened it. Inside the box were six stones, all different shapes and colors sitting on a red silken pillow.

”I want to gift you with one of these, think not of what they are, for I will tell thee what the one that you choose is.” Alvador stated as he gestured to the stones that glinted in their places.

Harry looked over to Aiolos for a moment, still holding the piece of bone tightly against his chest. Aiolos merely shrugged, demonstrating his complete lack of knowledge of what was going on. After a while of debating with himself Harry approached the eager Lich and his wares, looking at the stones one at a time, until his eyes landed on the last one.

This one was a beautiful stone cut in the shape of an Oval. It had a black dot in the center of it, while the rest had intricate patterns within it, and where-ever light reflected onto it, it made the stone shine differently, making it impossible to determine just what the stones actual color was. Harry watched at the stone for a while, his head tilting this way and that t make the colors dance on it's smooth surface, until he eventually pointed it out.

”Ah...the eye of a phoenix, funny that you should choose that, especially since the core of your wand is Vampire blood and your wand itself is dragon-bone that is freely given, extraordinary indeed.” Alvador mused aloud as he removed the stone carefully from it's resting place, silencing any further questions with a flick of his hand.

”Now bring me the bone and I will craft you a wand like no other, I will pour out every single bit of knowledge I have to make this the wand of wands.” Alvador declared after shutting the lid of the box before moving over to place the stone next to the previously picked vial.

Harry frowned deeply by now, he felt like he was being brushed aside and prevented from asking questions, yet he was here at the mercy of others so what other choice did he have, but to obey?. Frowning as he went Harry put the piece of bone onto the table, only to blink in surprise as the wood began to darken and smoke around it.

Looking at his hand Harry couldn't believe that the thing was that hot, it hadn't felt that hot in his hand, if anything it had felt pleasantly warm while he held it and he wasn't the only one surprised by this. Aiolos had moved in closer, his hand now resting on Harry's shoulder while the other held a wand at the ready. Harry could feel one of Aiolos'snakes slithering out from the mans sleeve to inspect his hand, and he let it so the man didn't need to stress over his well-being so.

Alvador cursed slightly at the fate of his counter top, but thankfully he had something that'd more than make up for a singed counter top. Looking at the three items there Alvador brought his hands up and rubbed them together. As Alvador pulled his hands apart there were visible arc's of raw magic crackling between each digit, and the air in the shop began to humm as the Lich's power awakened.

All Harry could do was watch as one by one the ingredients for his wand began to levitate off the counter and slowly circle one another.
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