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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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Blue eyes flashing, black and red scales glinting in the pale light of the moon, the sound of claws scratching along said scales echoing around, the sound of snarls, roars and growl drowning out the sound of snapping branches and the sound of heavy bodies smacking onto the solid ground as he watched, silent, and still as the two fought for his attention, or for him really, an oddity to him, especially since his attention had been denied for so long in the past, and now two were going at it to an inch of their lives, just for a chance of having him.

Blood splattered everywhere and scales cracked under the constant barrage of swipes, punches and crippling squeezes. The sound of heavy breathing mingled with the loud snarling of the two fighting males, their motions becoming heavier, slower, their fighting turning from exchanging blows to gripping and wrestling until they both just slumped down to their knees, both having a hold of the wrist of another wrist with one hand, the other squeezed tight around each others throats, claws forcing through the scales to rip at the throat, but neither relenting even as blood gushed and dribbled, the light of their eyes slowly fading away.

Watching it all unfold silently Harry stood, yelling at them to stop, but he heard nothing, he moved his arms to get their attention but he never saw his limbs move and as his fear grew and evolved into primal terror Harry tried to move to go to the two to stop them from killing each other, but nothing he did had an effect no matter how he felt certain that he was yelling and moving, yet never feeling or hearing a single thing happen and as the two dominants slumped, their bodies falling relaxed and thudding against one another, limbs going loose but hands still clutching at torn throats as they fell down onto the ground on their sides with their blood splattered everywhere, wings sprawled out haphazardly.

As their bodies hit the ground Harrys eyes opened and he drew in a sharp gasp and his hands clung tight onto the pillow he'd been hugging to him. ”You alright mate...sounded distressed there.” Ron spoke-up from the door, where he stood, having just stepped in to wake the sleeping teen, but as the flushed, tear stained face turned to him Ron sighed softly as he walked over to the other and sat at the edge of the bed, looking at his friend with concern. ”Heey..whats wrong buddy...” He asked softly, frowning a little as Harry merely shook his head before sitting up as well, rubbing his eyes a little. ”Just..a bad dream,,,,” He murmured sleepily, giving Ron a small smile. ”What time is it??” He asked, to still any further inquiries to his well being, it was too soon after waking up for that anyway.

Ron gave him a small look, but decided to just leave it at that, trusting Harry to tell him if there was something wrong with him. ”Just half past ten, mum asked me to come and wake you up for breakfast before we go to the solicitor about that article.” Ron answered with a nod, getting up to head off again, giving Harry a glance over his shoulder and that trademark grin of his. ”I'd hurry-up and get ready, mum says we can spend a little time at Diagon alley afterwards, do our school shopping as well so...plenty of chances to get into trouble, eh??” Ron said with a chuckle, which turned into a full-out laugh as Harry leaped to his feet and all but rushed off after grabbing his toiletries from his trunk, leaving the red head to his journey downstairs to inform Molly that Harry was up and would be down in a minute.

Harry set the shower and looked at himself in the mirror, letting out a small sigh as the events of last night flashed before his minds eye, the rush of running away from the red scaled dominant, the sound of his snarls, the overpowering scent of him lit a fire in his belly, then the arrival of the second one, those large, bulging muscles, the gleaming jet-black scales and the ocean blue eyes, the sheer power emanating off of him as he stood there, showing himself off after having disposed of his rival, those images fed the fire until it burned with the intensity of the sun, scorching right beneath the skin in a way that had Harry let out a small whine as he clutched the edge of the sink, scraping his claws slightly against it as they grew without his own effort.

Ripping himself away from the mirror Harry turned the shower to a lot colder setting and stepped right in, wincing a little as the cold water pounded against his back, but despite the initial shock and pain of it, the cold water did its trick at snuffing out the bonfire of lust that had lit within.

As he washed himself from head to toe, never once turning the water warmer, Harry found his thoughts wandering off to the two, how long had they fought? How hard had they kept at it once he'd managed to rip himself away from the situation? But most of all, were the two of them alive...or dead? If he went by his dream just a moment ago, he had just lost two potential mates because he lost touch to his instincts and let his human mind get in the way and drive him away from them, if only he'd stepped in to stop them.

When a sharp stinging ache shot through his back Harrys thoughts were cut short and he whimpered slightly as he stepped out of the shower and shut it, chills running through his figure as he took the warm towel and wrapped it tight around himself before looking into the mirror, blinking owlishly at the person looking back at him.

Purplish blue lips stood prominent against the pale flesh of his face, the dark rings under his eyes making his eyes look far too hollow, the way he shook with every chill that ran through him he looked down right ill, to a degree where his stomach churned out in protest to the drop of his core temperature. Shaking like a leaf in the wind Harry shuffled his way out of the bathroom and went to get dressed, putting on a hoody and a sweater on top of it, a pair of jeans and socks along with his boxerbriefs, feeling slightly better by it, only hoping that the color had returned to his face as he shuffled his way downstairs, holding the banister tightly, sliding his hand along it as he went down and straight into the kitchen where Molly was, as per usual, setting away things she had prepared for dinner when they got back.

Harry let out a small breath before greeting the woman who looked over to the one entering the kitchen, Molly knit her brows in worry and set the items she had in her hands down and went to harry just as the teen was about to open his mouth to say anything. ”Are you feeling well Harry, you look a bit ill.”She inquired as she placed her hand on his forehead to test for his temperature, nothing ordinary there, maybe a bit cold to the touch, but no fever at least. ”yeah, i just got lost in though under the shower for a bit too long, i'll be fine.” Harry replied, giving her an honest smile to assure her of this. ”Well, that's good, but you should really think so deep out of the shower, far more comfortable dear.” Molly shook her head lightly as she spoke before planting a small kiss on the top of his head before moving off to the counter, picking up a plate from under the stasis charm and brought it over, a nice, large English breakfast with bacon, beans and eggs and a piece of toast to get one going through the day.

While he ate, Harry let his mind roam again to the two from last night, but he didn't allow himself to dwell on it too far though, to avoid uncomfortable scenarios again, that and he was constantly distracted by one of the Weasleys popping by to ask whether or not they were ready to go again, or to just get something, stopping to exchange a word or two with Harry about what they would do once the original business was concluded, Fred and George wanted to take harry about knockturn alley, to which Molly adamantly objected to, while Ron and Ginny wanted to drop by the new quidditch store that had opened, and all of it harry regarded just with a smile and a nod, they'd get to do something after shopping and visiting the solicitor, no use planning it out and ruin the surprise of just exploring.

What caused somewhat distress for Harry was Charlie, or the lack of the fore mentioned altogether, and deciding against just assuming something he finished his breakfast and took the plate to the sink, thanking Molly for the good breakfast. ”Hey...have you seen Charlie today? I thought he had till till the day school started off from work?” Harry said as he leaned against the counter, watching Molly do the dishes, something he wouldn't mind doing at all, but was adamantly, and repeatedly, refused to be allowed to do while Molly was anywhere near.

The elderly woman just tilted her head and looked at Harry as she rinsed the plate and set it to do, the same with the utensils he had used.”No, but he left a noet on the kitchen table sometime during the night that he'd gotten an emergency call to go back to work, he couldn't really explain more than that, but he'd be back by the time it was time to send you kids back to school.” She said while she fished the note out of her pocket, handing it over to Harry to inspect for himself.

The note was crumpled and hastily written, suggesting the writer had been in a hurry to go, so harry thought nothing of it, although a small voice in the back of his mind was telling him otherwise, but he could ignore it for now, in favor of getting ready to head on out with Ron, Ginny, Molly as well as Fred and George.

Once everything was set, and everybody going to Hogwarts had their list of what they needed for the next year in school, they gathered up over at the livingroom where Fred set the hearth up. ”Alright, Fred and George go first, then Ron and Ginny me and Harry will be last.” Molly instructed and with a nod everybody got to it, Fred and George flooing off to the Leaky Cauldron followed by Ron and Ginny, then Molly and finally Harry, who got out just as gracefully as those who had gone first knew he would, and it was George who caught him before he could land just about as gracefully as the last time he had been here.

Looking up at George and flashing a smile, along with a small thank you Harry stepped away from George and swept the soot off of him and stepped into the group to let others who were flooing there come on through. ”Alright, Fred and George you take care of Ron and Ginny while i take Harry to see the solicitor, and NO you are not to go off from Diagon Alley, so help your hides if i hear that you left the two alone or took them there.” Molly said, her tone of voice leaving no room for arguments, and for once the twins took on a dead serious look and nodded to their mother, after all there was nothing more important than family to the Weasley clan, meaning that nothing was worth risking a member of the family.

Moving out, the Twins went off to do the school shopping off tot he right from the Leaky Cauldron, while Molly and Harry went to the left to visit the solicitor, all of them missing the floo flaring and a single, tall and dark figure stepping out, narrowing ocean blue eyes as a familiar scent of cheery tickled his nose, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he walked off, the business could wait, he had better things on mind right now.

It took only ten minutes of walking for Molly and Harry to get to the offices where their hired solicitor worked at, a stylish building with white walls and a small, well kept yard in front of it though which a walkway led to the door. Molly opened the door for Harry and they both walked into the warm, inviting reception area where Harry took his time looking around himself.

The walls had no windows on it, but to make up for the lack of scenery to look there were several pieces of art portraying the countryside at even intervals from the door leading out, all the way to the desk where the receptionist sat at the junction of two hallways. Between each painting there was a small pedestal on which were several vines growing, some set to slowly grow along the frame of a paintings by their sides, some just let to grow down and decorate the pedestal. Beneath their feet was a thick, rich carpet that effectively dulled the sound f their steps as they walked over to the desk and inquired about their solicitor.

The receptionist was a man in his mid twenties, he had a slim build and short cut hair that was slightly styled to look both combed back and slightly rampant, a nice style to fit his angular features. Covering his frame was a simple white dress shirt and a black vest with a chain attached to the edge of his pocket, presumably holding something at the other end of it. ”Ah, The Weasley and Potter case, yes?.” The receptionist spoke, a constant small smile on his lips as he looked through at the papers in front of him, nodding as he was given an agreeing reply. ” Mister Henders will see you right away, just follow me please.” The receptionist said casually as he got up ad motioned for the two to follow.

Going down the left corridor, similar tot he one they had come down along, with only the difference of the right hand side of the walls were littered with doors at even intervals, while the opposing one held paintings of people, presumably of the people who occupied the offices they faced. Upon reaching the third door the receptionist knocked on his three times and upon being told to enter he opened the door to step in, only far enough to allow the two to step right in.

At the far end of the room sat, behind his work-desk, a bulky man, not in a way that suggested he did a lot of manual labor, but that he had acquired a bit of extra weight along the years spent going through the different twists and turns and loopholes of the law for his clients benefit. His head was shaven bald, probably to hide the fact that he was either going severely grey or was loosing his hair, but whatever the reason it certainly worked to give him a rougher edge. ”Mister Potter and Mrs.Weasley are here to see you.” The receptionist announced as the two entered, shutting the door behind them and going back to his desk.

The solicitor stood up and walked around his desk to greet them both properly, offering them a seat by the desk before going back to his own, looking at the two critically. ”I was told that the case involved a man named Charles Weasley.” The mans voice was heavy and held a slight accent that Harry couldn't quite place. ”Yes, he is my second oldest son, who had to leave for work on an emergency, but he authorized me to act on his behalf.” Molly said as he fished out a note from her purse, handing it over to the solicitor who read it out carefully before nodding and handing it back.

From then on it was just laying the ground for their claim to have the article withdrawn and for a formal apology for printing false, yet it took almost an hour for them to finally walk out of the place and as the door closed behind them Harry let out a small breath and looked at the sky, as if in he had forgotten what it looked like, well it was hardly his fault that the mans office just held bookshelves and the chairs as well as the mans desk, hardly anything to resemble the outside world, nor for one to loose themselves in thought on, quite a depressing place really. ”Now now Harry, at least it's done and we don't have to go back.” Molly said as cheerfully as ever as she led the way, making sure that Harry was at her side, within the range of her peripheral vision as they went on. ”Well, i wish we didn't have to go even the first time...” Harry sighed as they kept walking along, doing his best at avoiding eye contact with everyone but Molly as best he could, he did not need another scandal out of just taking care of business, but try as he might, there was a pair of eyes that didn't miss anything about him, the person said eyes belonged to lifting his right hand up to draw a puff out of the cigar he held, a low rumble leaving his throat as he blew the thick smoke out, so, he was being ignored altogether, well that just wouldn't do so he let the elderly woman and the only being worth while to catch his attention walk along, keeping his distance for now, it just wouldn't do to have the teen surrounded by so many so eager to step-up for him to hinder his advances, no, in this hunt he had to be patient.

Authors notes: There we go, another chapter done, i promise to get more action into it in the next one, i hope so anyway, but right now this is the best i could concoct, hope i do not disappoint any of you! and a Merry christmas to everybody (although i will say it again closer to it as i will keep on posting new chapters on a daily basis, with the foreseeable exception of 23rd, will be getting some new ink on then so =D

@Staar: indeed the fighting starts, a game of cat and mouse with an updated set of rules from the days of old ;)

@Christy8889: Well to be honest i was planning on introducing one before the school year starts, for some added mayhem and chaos for everybody =D but who, oh who will it be, suggestions? <3

@e.pressnell: Thank you for the wonderful review <3 i hope to keep you entertained enough to keep on reading and commenting <3
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