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Dragons Heritage	By : Doragonkage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 50301 -:- 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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It was three days since the incident at Diagon alley, and everything had returned just about normal,although Harry hadn't even tried to go to see about the book and it's origins after that, but he had sent word tot he bank for them to compile what information regarding it they could find and send it to him at the burrow, knowing full well that even if the information arrived after school began the Weasley elders would send it on over to Hogwarts to him.
It was a day like any other really, people scattered about the place, some loitering on the grounds or going through the schoolwork assigned over the summer, making sure nothing was missed, while other just took it easy, all but Charlie who came back from visiting Bill, who still worked at England after the war, a good thing too seeing that he and Fleur were going steady as it was, and while nobody knew what Charlie had gone to check on, everybody was well assured that it was nothing that would warrant that kind of a reaction.
Storming out of the hearth: ”What utmost BULLSHIT!!”The usually collected and calm Weasley children shouted out, and in doing so startled harry and Ron who had been playing chess in the livingroom, not to mention Molly who had been in the kitchen at the time. ”What's the matter Charlie??” Harry spoke-up, turning away from the game he had been at, as did Ron who spoke up next. ”Yeah, you look like somebody trampled over Dragon eggs in front of you.” He piped up just as Molly rushed in to check what was the matter, just in time too, to see the newspaper being tossed onto the table right onto the chess board, effectively sending the pieces scattering about everywhere, but nobody said anything once they took notice of the cover of the magazine.
The largest image contained Charlie and Harry with the aforementioned holding the later in their arms, much like one would carry a child, chest to chest and an arm around the torso and under the rear, with the one being carried holding their arms around tight the others shoulders, face buried into the other ones neck and beneath them were several other images like it, one with Harry standing close to Charlie with his side to the male, hands playing with the hem of his shirt, and Charlies hand moving to land on Harrys shoulder and his eyes cast down to look at the teen and finally an image the two walking along, more or less looking at one another, talking joyfully to one another.
Rons face had gone as red as his hair, all the way down to his neck, Mollys jaws were parted in shock, Charlie looked like he would burst into flames from sheer rage, but he just kept clenching his hands to tighter fists, but it was Harrys reaction that snapped everybody out of their states.
Letting out a small, bubbly laugh, which seemed to gain a life of its own as the teen was soon clutching his stomach, tears running down his face as he laughed on until the lack of air died it down to mere giggles of sorts. ”You alright mate?.” Ron piped up, reaching a hand out to place onto Harrys shoulder, who merely brushed it off before wiping his eyes dry. ”Yup, i'm fine Ron, really...” Harry said as he took the paper to look at the images some more, chuckling at random. ”Got to hand it to them...quite creative use of sneakshots and angle, eh Charlie?” Harry mused aloud, lowering the paper to look at the man in question, who still looked just about ready to go hex some people into cockroaches to dispose of them in a suitable way, but at the same time the man looked like he could just as well be laughing about it too.
Second to find their voice was Molly who took the paper to look at it over as well. ”It's good that you can laugh about it now Dear, and while the images are adorable, the text isn't so much....then again the paper itself is quite a piece of trash.” Molly scoffed as she set the paper down and shook her head, looking at Charlie as Harry took the paper to read through with Ron. ” How on earth did you end-up purchasing that in the first place??” She inquired her second oldest, who merely shook his head and sighed, flexing his fingers briefly with a crack of the knuckle. ” Bill handed it to me, and he got it from a co-worker who came to ask whether or not tit was true what it said on the paper...” Charlie seemed deflated by the time he stopped talking, his shoulders dropping lightly before he backed over to slump onto an armchair, pulling off both a highly agitated and exhausted man at the same time.
As Charlie slumped down harry set the paper down, both he and Ron red-faced, glancing at one another before at Charlie.” How the bloomin heck did they get that down surely you..haven't??” Ron spoke-up, only to yowl in slight pain as harry stomped on his toes, which earned a chuckle from Charlie. ”Ronald Weasley, you should know better than to stick your own foot in your mouth.” Molly chastised his youngest son, who held his foot and rubbed it to alleviate the pain from his punished toes. ”Not like i mind either way,w as just wondering where they got the info is all.” Ron murmured silently to himself, which had Harry rolling his eyes, Molly sighing out slightly, shaking her head as Charlie merely shook his head and adjusted his position.
Harry glanced at his friend and jabbed a finger gently against his forehead. ”By making it up, not like they have any truth charms or honesty charms on anything they own, and i think i even saw Rita Skeeter flash by there, not entirely sure, and you remember what she was like.” Harry explained, and Ron nodded in understanding, glancing at the news paper, only to squint at a small piece of text at the end of the column, a name of the author in neat cursive saying Natali Blatt, and pointing it out had Charlie on his feet again, breathing heavily before storming out, saying he needed to really vent out and think on what to do.
Looking after Chalies withdrawing back Harry shook his head and took the paper, looking at it some more, thinking about how handsome the second oldest Weasley child was, and how protective of all things, and the feeling of warmth must of shown on his face because Molly came over to set her hand on his shoulder, drawing him out of his thoughts. ”You alright Harry??” she inquired gently, and Harry merely nodded and said.”just thinking that i'd be lucky to find someone half the man Charlie is by the time i do end-up steady with someone.” Hearing one of her being praised by someone so dear to her brought Molly to near tears and he pulled the teen into a hug which was instantly reciprocated. ”So does that mean you're...bent Harry?” Ron piped up after a moment, effectively shattering the tender moment between a mother and a very prospective son-in-law, the both of them turning to look at Ron who merely blinked like an Owl caught taking a nap. ”What?...” He spoke again, drawing back from the two as they kept staring at him like he just grew a second head. ”Way to stick your own foot in your mouth again Ron.” Harry said in an amused tone of voice before he pulled away from Molly, letting her go and check if she could find Charlie to see if he needed assistance before returning to the kitchen, leaving the two boys alone for now.
For a while all was silent, the only sound being the occasional rattle of paper as harry folded the newspaper neatly, holding it for himself. ”Well...would it matter if i was Ron?...would it change anything if i was a fruit?” Harry asked, looking at his friend in the eyes, worry and fear shining quite brightly in those emerald eyes, but within the swirl of those two shone a bit of hope, that maybe Ron wouldn't reject him.
Thinking about a way to respond for a good long while, mainly just to watch harry squirm for a while, keeping his face blank for as long as he could before he split into a good old grin. ” Nah, i don't care who you're with, as long as it's someone you want to be with Harry, so long it's not me, i got my eyes on someone else mate.” Ron spoke up, still grinning up until Harry finally found his voice to respond. ” Oh don't worry Ronniekins, I like my men buff and fit, able to stand-up for me if i ever need for it.” The ravenet almost pupped out, batting his pretty eyes at his friend, and as he did so he got up to make his way away by the time Ron would catch-up with what he said and the moment those blue eyes widened in realization Harry sprung off like a bat out of hell, laughing aloud, the paper still tightly held in his hand. ”HEY!! get back here, i'm going to show you buff!!” Ron shouted, scampering up, only to step on the bishop and fall facefirst onto the floor with a groan, which only made Harry laugh louder as he ran out, Ron hot on his heels once he found his bearings again.
The day went by just like that, with laughs, discussions of what to do about the article and generic mayhem of the Weasley family. Arthur had been quite taken aback by the audacity of the author, not to mention the publisher to come with such blatant lies, yet for all the negative things everybody, including Harry himself, nobody ever said that they didn't make a cute couple, in fact Fred and George made it their mission of the day to tease and harass the two of them, mainly Harry since he couldn't, quite yet, hex them for getting on his nerves, and the twins could take a few kicks on the toes or shins quite easily if it meant making Harry a flustered mess, quite entertaining for the entire family.
At the end of the day they had decided to contact a solicitor tomorrow, Molly would go along, as would anyone else who had the day free to do so, just to avoid another harassment case like the one days before, it just wouldn't do to begin a new school year with a scandal like this, although Harry figured that he'd hear about this from a certain blonde quite often.
As the day faded away to evening and people went to bed with bidding for a good night the house got silent, only the sound of the wind outside, the movements of the lumber that made for the house, the silent snoring of Ron, if you happened to be Harry, and little else, and in this deafening silence harry lay in bed, arms beneath his head and legs crossed at the ankle, laying above the cover wearing naught but his pajama bottoms, waiting just a moment longer just to be on the safe side before getting up and moving as silently as he could all the way down to the ground floor.
Once he got to the kitchen harry took off his pajama bottoms and folded them neatly, stashing them on a chair that was tucked neatly under the table and proceeded to go outside, drawing in a deep lungful of the brisk evening air, the fair summer breeze washing over his bare form, although it didn't remain bare for long as scales pushed out from under his skin, claws crowned his toes and fingers, teeth reshaped more predatory and his eyes narrowed down slightly, and lastly his wings sprung out, unfolding tot heir fullest, catching the breeze like sails, tugging hard enough to cause Harry to take a step back to steady himself, this i what he had been looking forward to, to finally dare himself to come out at night and see about letting everything show and to say it felt amazing was an understatement, it was liberating beyond anything else before.
Bringing his wings down to fold them against his back Harry sprinted off, he ran for a while till he got to a rock, big enough to warrant climbing, but not too large as not to be able to get across in a leap or two, and so Harry leaped, left foot landing on the stone firmly, springing up to propel the boy higher and as his right smacked against the solid mass, claws scraping against it as he sprung up, leaping up to vault over the stone normally, but this time he spread his wings tot heir fullest, letting the wind catch hold and instinct guide him.
To anyone looking it looked like the being had flown all its life, from the first time those wings unfurled and beat down, everything worked like a well oiled machine, muscles working like clockwork to keep those wings positioned and beating at a set pace, bending a bit to direct the boy off to one direction or the other, up or down, but to Harry himself it was like flying the first time, while technically it was a first without a broom, he still felt oddly at...ease with this, even as the rational part of his mind was trying to nag at him to take it easy and learn to handle his wings properly before putting them through such strain.
Flying about for an hour, going constantly further away from the burrow, far outside the wards around the place and off to the forest that was several hours away by car, a day by foot, but there Harry landed, dropping through the canopy of the forest to land on a thick branch of a willow and bouncing off of i to an old pine, sinking his claws in and letting gravity drag him down, his claws cutting in deep, leaving long rivets into the bark and tree itself, but harry didn't care much, he was feeling famished, the rush of adrenaline was surreal, the sound of his own blood flooding in his ears riled him up to new heights, up until another sound caught his attention.
Grouching down Harrys feet moved apart to solidify his stance, as he leaned forward, fingertips pressing against the soil as he turned his head and sniffed the air, seemed that mother nature was being very generous tonight.
Several hundred yards away from him Harry spotted a deer grazing away casually, oblivious to the new threat to enter its home, and its slow, careful advances ever closer to it. At five yards away Harry stopped, grouched down and rolled his shoulders, ready to take down his prey, waiting for just the right moment to present itself, and as the deer lowered its head down Harry dashed, rushing along the forest floor in a grouched position for speed, not like he needed it much since the deer barely managed to lift its head before the claws of Harrys left hand found its throat, slicing through the skin and flesh easily, while the claws of his right hand sunk in fully to the tender belly and despite the deers first, and last, bucks did dislodge the claws at the throat, the prey was dead by the time it dropped down, blood spurting out from the wounds at its neck as Harry grouched down, using his right hand to just slash open the animal, ripping out chunks of meat to devour on greedily, making small rumbling sounds that resembled that of a large feline purring.
With the left side of the animals back and the left hind leg completely devoured down tot he bone Harrys head snapped up as the sound of footsteps, heavy ones at that, too heavy to be an animal, echoed through the sounds of his feasting. Letting out a low, warning growl harry found himself taking a step back, tugging his prey along with him as a deeper one replied and as the wind shifted again it brought with it the scent of freshly cut grass and heat, an oddly familiar scent at that, but he didn't remember who smelled of it,a ll he did know that whomever it was, was going to take his kill, he would see them try and snarling right back at the growler Harry took a step back and straightened, opening up his wings to seem larger, only to find himself dwarfed again, literally so.
From the shadow of the old pine stepped a man, definitely so, covered in red scales with a big of black on the top arch of the wing and the skin between the (fingers), the most electric pair of blue eyes peering through as a mane of red hair pillowed out in the wind and the largest pair of wings opened up to their full twenty nine foot wingspan, easily dwarfing Harrys mere seventeen feet wingspan quite easily.
Seeing his opponent now, another Dracken, an unmated dominant at that, brought Harry to a realization that he could either fight for his kill and end up killed, or just submit, and as he fought between those two the red one stepped closer. Letting out another defiant snarl harry came to a decision, the edge of the coin and dropped his kill and turned on his heels, sprinting off at a full run, he'd get away, he'd get out of the forest and...Looking back Harry hissed, the larger one was making chase and gaining on him quite easily too, no matter how he zigzagged and ducked under tipped trees or ran from between two that left only large enough a gap for him to squeeze through hastily, where he had to do all of that, the other either strode over, bust through, cut in half or just upped his speed to go around, giving Harry very little time to think, an effective tactic on the long run.
Acting on first though bases drove Harry to running straight into a trap, in front of him was a high cliff that stretched along quite a few years in both directions, and while he could normally climb it, he was feeling quite exhausted from eating, hunting and now running away, not to mention the flight it had taken to get here, so Harry just turned his back on the cliff and growled, wings unfurled along the cliffside, claws at the ready as he watched the red one advancing ever closer.
Looking into those electric blue eyes, the red scales and hair and those wicked claws Harry felt both terrified, and slightly aroused, two pieces of his mind at war with one another preventing him from thinking of a way to get out of the situation.
Anyone else would of properly been doomed on the spot, but not harry Potter, the wonder child, lady lucks favorite, and even now the rational side of harry thanked his lucky stars. Just as the red one was about to tackle and effectively pin him down tot he cliffside, for who knows what, there was a sudden rush of air and the red one was gone, tumbling along the ground with another, this one covered in pitchblack scales entirely, nothing to highlight them, just black as the night around them.
The new dominant was larger, far more so, than the red one, his wings only partially open as he tumbled on the forest floor with the other for a while, until the newcomer brought its right hand down to grab the red one by the head and his left sank those dangerous claws right through the others abdomen, piercing the scales with effort, not enough to kill, but plenty enough to hurt.
Writhing in the hold he was in to lessen the ache the red one grabbed the arm at his abdomen to keep it there, his wings twitching as his skull was being squeezed mercilessly, especially when he was hoisted up by his abdomen and head above the males head, who roared out his victory before tossing the red one aside.
Letting out a deep breath the new dracken, the one in black, turned to Harry, nailing the darkest pair of blue eyes upon the boy, it was like watching into the cold depths of the abyss when looking into those eyes, a pair that held power, influence and authority behind them, kept expertly in check. Moving towards Harry the new one snarled, holding himself tall, opening up his wings fully, stretching them to their fullest at thirty three feet, pitchblack, like the cape of death flowing in ethereal winds.
At that moment it clicked, the last bit of Harrys dracken fit into a slot and he knew, just knew, that these two unmated dominants were showing off themselves for him, vying for his undivided attention. Bringing his wings closer to his back, stepping away from the rockwall Harry tilted his head and hissed softly, listening to the low, rumbling snarl that came as a response from the larger male, feeling it thrum through him like a well tuned bass, hitting all the right places with its vibrancy.
Growling softly, lowering his head a little harry stepped closer to the other, opening up his wings, shaking them a little, watching the larger one puff up his chest, opening up his arms, but not moving an inch from where he was, an act that built Harrys confidence enough to stop closer still, until he was mere feet away from the other, and this close he could smell the male. Like a wind blowing over the tundra combined with the wilderness, the scent of killing lingered heavily, quite the smell that had Harry crooning softly.
Slowly those large arms began their descend down to eventually tug the boy in against him, but just as he was about to he let out a loud snarl and stumbled forward, effectively knocking against harry who fell back onto his rump, watching the larger male stagger and reach behind himself, using his wings to dislodge something from his back.
Apparently the red one had yet to give-up and once he'd felt good enough, had decided to show the submissive that he wasn't totally worthless and restarted the fight by jumping to the competitors back, claws sinking tot he base of the wings, teeth scraping against the shoulder until he was dislodged and the tumbling began.
With the two now suitably occupied Harry saw his chance to flee and took off, running off while the two occupied themselves with their fight over him.
By the time the sun was starting to peek over the horizon Harry finally landed at the back of the Burrow, panting for breath and drenched in sweat, staggering on his feet as he made his way up the four steps leading the the entrance tot he kitchen, thankfully Molly wasn't up quite yet, so he snuck in and slipped on his pajama bottoms again and grabbed himself a glass of pumpkin juice before sneaking up again, only to slump into his bed, ignoring the covers in favor of just falling dead asleep, if he was needed, he'd be awakened.

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Authors notes: here we go, the second chapter like promised, i tried to not let my tiredness get in the way of it, but if it did let me know =( i will post another one within the 24 hours, like i did previously ^^ i just felt like making-up for the long-ass wait of this weekend D=
@Christy8889 : Thank you for your comments, while i do have two years of school to write, i will try and see about finding a balance, suggestions are welcome as always <3 THANK YOUUUU <3
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