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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 Four: Magic, because love is too simple a word

Harry awoke to sunshine. It lit his room with a soft glow, pre-morning yellow. The thin curtains had been pulled back by his own hands during the night, whilst he had been delirious enough to think such a wake up call would be a fantastic idea.

He groaned as he rolled to his side and from the ruffled sheets of the bed, his feet landing soundly and quietly on the floor. He stretched the length of his body as he moved to stand straight, his pale arms reaching above him in a feeble move to touch the high ceiling. With a huff of satisfaction, he shook his black curls from his face and blinked bleary emerald eyes towards the window.

Sounds were already beginning to clutter the small village so early in the morning. He heard shrieks of children racing back and forth and the jostle of clothing and supplies as people made their way from their homes and temporary rooms to find something to do with the day. He had begun to move towards the large window when the side door linking his own room to Charlie's was forced open and a child taller than Harry himself burst into the room.

The boy could have been no more than twelve, his boyish features still round and his blonde hair still silken from youth. He stared at Harry with large, blue eyes enhanced by the littering of small scales across his cheek bones. Harry loosened his grip on his wand when a soft grin was quirked in his direction.

"Dagda, you little brat!" Charlie cursed as he made his way into the room, fully dressed. He hauled the youth from where he stood over his shoulder, paying no mind to the young man's cry of indignation. "Didn't I tell you to knock and wait, not barge in on him?"

"I wanted to see the famous Harry Potter!" Dagda announced with a small laugh as Charlie heaved him further onto his shoulder. The boy's voice was a growl, low and sleek and distinctly inhuman and for reasons he could not comprehend, Harry edged away from it. Dagda caught the movement as he was placed back on his feet, his blue eyes narrowing curiously even as Charlie spoke.

"yes well, you've had your fun, so off with you and let Harry get dressed. So sorry, Harry, I haven't seen him and his mother in so long and they're old friends of mine. Had I any idea he'd grown into such an ass, I'd have woken you myself rather than sent him up."

Dagda snorted, stretching his arms above himself to show a dusting of scales across his lower abdomen. "Ass, perhaps, but I am a Dragonette, you'll have to forgive me my indecencies." he spoke the last to Harry, his tone older now than it had been only moments ago. "I'm young, still coping with changes and I do often forget to act human."

Harry licked his lips, shaking his head with a soft smile. "No problem."

Dagda offered him one final smile, before sticking his tongue out at Charlie childishly and all but sprinting from the room. Charlie growled before throwing an order at Harry to get dressed and taking off after the high-spirited Dagda.

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"Shouldn't he at least be wearing padding?"

Harry flinched as he watched Dagda get thrown to the side, only to snarl and snap back his ivory-coloured wings before darting towards the other Dragonette once again.

"Hmm? Oh no, he's perfectly fine. They're only playing." Dagda's mother, Sibeal, was a submissive destined, with blonde locks as silken as her son's and a soft smile that set Harry at ease. She watched her son slice at the other boy with one razor-sharp wing with a small shake of her head. "It's one of the best ways to get rid of all that teenage steam, so to speak. Not to mention the fact that they're becoming young men and this is the first step to attracting attention, thus guaranteeing them their pick of mates.

Harry frowned, wincing as Dagda managed to leap bodily atop the other Dragonette and pin him to the ground by locking sharp teeth around the fallen creature's throat. He cast a wary glance around, searching for Charlie in case the two young dragons lost control, but the redhead was no where to be found. Harry had last seen him near an hour ago after Charlie had told him to stay by Sibeal and have fun in the crowded streets of Briha. All that surrounded him now were destined, mateships, frantic children and young dragonettes searching for a mate.

Harry shifted his gaze back to the small fighting circle the two friends had leaped into only minutes ago. The blue dragon let loose a whine of defeat before tossing Dagda off and shifting to his hybrid form as he got to his feet.

"No fair, Dagda," he pouted as he watched the blonde shake free of his own dragon-form, "You know that's my weak leg."

"All the more reason for you to work on perfecting that move," Dagda responded lazily, shifting his shoulders in an attempt to settle his wings once more against his spine. His facial scales crinkled in discomfort and Harry sighed and took pity on the boy.

"Hold still," he ordered as he made his way into the circle, "you've dislocated one of the top joints, I don't suppose there's a medic near?" Dagda grit his teeth. "In the time it takes to find one in these streets, I'll be a blubbering mess, just put it back, Harry, please."

Harry cast one swift glance towards Sibeal, whose frown had begun to draw down in worry, before snapping the joint back into place. Dagda let loose a yelp of pain, higher than his usual growl, before shrugging his shoulders in relief and casting Harry a small smile.

The smaller man sent Dagda from the soft circle in the stone path before taking a step forward himself, only for a jolt of electricity to spark against his spine. He froze at the invisible contact, his nose lifting to scent the air in a move that was purely instinctual and un-thought of. His eyes narrowed, scanning the crowd of faces around him. No features there perked his interest, nor could he find the eyes that matched such a wonderful spark of magic.

"Harry?"

Green eyes flickered upwards to meet blue. Charlie.

"Harry, are you alright?"

He opened his mouth to speak. Of course, he was alright. He had never in his life felt better. The magic that had just brushed against him had jolted his system, given him something to feel after so long of feeling nothing. He parted his lips as another jolt of magic wrapped around his shoulders, tugging him backwards. A soft whine escaped him.

Charlie's blue eyes seemed to darken, his own gaze darting up to search the crowd, before he took a step back. "Keep calm, Harry. Don't think so much about it and you'll find whoever it is you're looking for."

The green-eyed Gryffindor frowned, confusion evident even in the haze of contentment that surrounded him. He felt a body, much taller than his own press against his back, lean arms moving to wrap around his slender form. He arched into the embrace, all but purring as the scent and feel of the stranger's magic curled around his own, sparking against his own and forcing it to the surface.

A stranger… He didn't know this person… He shook his head, such thoughts shouldn't be a concern to him. He had found what he had craved after the war. Everything in this person's blood sang to him, warmth and loyalty and friendship. Everything he desired in one magnificent person.

He brought one pale hand to press against the arm around his chest and felt a soft sob break from his lips, only for the noise to be hushed by a gentle hum, a man's hum. He tilted back his head, his mouth slipping open as he was met with a pair of bright, violet eyes and a mass of scarlet hair that blocked out the other faces.

"Who…?"

The man's lips tilted into a warm smile, the scarlet scales of his throat as visible as a slash of blood. "My name is Baro, little one, and I was hoping you would give me the option of courting you… Beautiful submissive."
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