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Chronicle of Scales: Dragkyn Rising	By : BrutalTrvth Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 32267 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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   Ron and Neville returned half an hour or so after Harry and Hermione had redressed. Hermione had then curled up in the corner opposite Harry and promptly fell asleep. Harry, on the other hand, felt strangely invigorated by losing his virginity. The world seemed brighter, more colorful. He’d also noticed that his sense of smell seemed to have gotten stronger, so he went around to the other compartments in the car and cracked open their windows.
   Ron and Neville were accompanied by a slate gray lizard that sat perched on Neville’s shoulder, a struggling chocolate frog pinned between its two front legs. When she spotted Harry she let out a warning hiss and flared gossamer wings as she tried to hide the frog behind her back.
   “Easy, Orion,” Neville cooed as he reached up to stroke the pseudo-dragon’s head. “They’re friends.”
   Orion looked at her master, then back to Harry. She watched him for a moment, then tore a leg off the frog and shoved it into her mouth, as if daring Harry to stop her.
   “So that’s Orion?” Harry asked as Ron and Neville took their seats. Ron sat next to Harry, opposite Hermione. Neville took the remaining seat, leaning back carefully as Orion darted behind his head.
   “Yeah, she’s been in my family for the last two hundred years,” Neville answered as he reached up for a bit of frog. Orion reluctantly passed him a foot before darting back into hiding.
   “Wait, how old is she?” Harry asked.
   “Psuedo-dragons are functionally immortal, as long as they have a dragon-blooded partner,” Neville explained. “As long as their partner is still alive, so are they. Orion has been passed down to the heir of our bloodline when they reach their fifteenth year. Normally, she’s given a choice as to who that is, but now she’s just stuck with me.”
   “So you are a dragkyn, too?” Harry leaned forward and whispered, remembering how cautious the other boy had been around Hermione.
   Neville nodded. “The Longbottoms are the last in the line of blues. As the only child, that makes me the very last.”
   “Your parents don’t want any more kids?” Harry asked. He knew as soon as he saw the look on Neville’s face that it had been the wrong question to ask.
   “I…live with my grandmother.” Neville turned his head to the side, so that he was looking out the window.
   Harry recognized an evasive answer when he heard one. He had given enough of them over the years, whenever he was forced to cover for the Dursleys. He also knew enough to drop it. Ron quickly came to the rescue, asking Neville about a team known as the Chuddley Cannons, which led to a very long and detailed introduction to the wild world of quidditch. Harry returned the favor by explaining the arcane rules of football.
   “They seriously can’t use their hands at all?” Ron murmured. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned, deep in thought. “I wonder if you could do that on broomsticks?”
   “Nah, then it would be polo,” Harry said breezily.
   “What’s polo?” Neville asked.
   That led to another long discussion, and soon the sky outside was starting to grow dark, casting the countryside into shadow as the train chugged along. The shadows lasted for only a short time, however, as a bright full moon rose to replace the sun. An hour after that, the train chugged around an enormous lake, one large enough to drown all of London. That was when Harry got his first look at his new home, a memory that would stay with him forever.
   Hogwarts was not a castle. Rather, Hogwarts was what other castles wished they could one day become. Dozens of towers and minarets reached for the sky, as if intending to pluck the moon out of the stars. The central keep was no less impressive, a long solid block of white stone with forty rows of windows stacked one atop another. The spaces between towers was filled with crenellations, the individual blocks large enough to hide entire trolls. Harry watched in awe as one of the towers slowly spun in place before shifting a dozen feet to the left.
   “That is blood amazing!” Harry gasped.
   “It’s the oldest castle of its kind in wizarding Britain,” Hermione said, her voice still softened by sleep. She yawned and stretched before continuing. “I read about it in Hogwarts, A History. The only castle older is the Blackstone Fort in Germany, which was built on the foundations of an old Roman fort. Hogwarts has thousands of enchantments and wards laid within its walls, with each new Head Master or Mistress adding their own personal touches during their tenure. As a result, Hogwarts is even more impregnable than the Ministry and Gringotts combined.”
   “Even Voldemort didn’t dare to attack it,” Neville added. He had been nodding along with Hermione’s recital. “The Dark Lord feared Dumbledore more than anyone else. Grandma always said it was fitting that they perished on the same night. Of course, then she would add that someone ought to spit on both their graves.”
   “Why?” Harry asked in confusion. “What happened?”
   “The day your parents were murdered, the Death Eaters attacked a muggle circus. It was their most brazen attack, and Dumbledore immediately suspected a trap. He forbade his followers from interfering. But…there were children. How could they not go?” Neville shook his head. “He was right, though. The Death Eaters weren’t just slaughtering people, but were using the Imperius curse on all the children. Then they gave them weapons.”
   “Oh, my god.” Hermione clapped her hands over her mouth in horror.
   Harry frowned. “That’s the second time someone has mentioned that spell. What does it do?”
   “It’s one of the three Unforgivable curses,” Ron answered quietly. “It makes a person into the perfect, most unthinking slave. Only the most powerful wizards can resist it, and there’s no counter curse. Gives the Ministry fits; just do something wrong and say you were Imperiused. It even foils veritaserum, the potion of truth. The sentence if you get caught using it is death, though that’s bloody hard to prove. Most suspected just end up in Azkaban.”
   Neville nodded. “The Order and the Death Eaters were too evenly matched, so the Death Eaters made themselves an army out of children, then sent them after the Order. It was the Order’s ultimate nightmare. They couldn’t fight back, not against children. And if they tried to flee, the Death Eaters just turned the children on one another. Took bets on who and which would last the longest. Told them to do…things to one another.
   “Then Dumbledore arrived. He waded into the middle of the fight, attacking Death Eaters and muggles alike. He didn’t try and defend himself, but just took the blows and spells raining down upon him. I don’t think he wanted to survive, not after what he did. They had made him raise his hand against innocent children, and so Dumbledore…broke. He stood atop a pile of bodies, wounded, dying. And as the last Death Eaters closed in, already delirious with victory, he called out to his phoenix and they all burned together.”
   Hermione shuddered. “That’s just horrible!”
   Neville shrugged. “It was a horrible time. Its one of the reasons my gran is so protective of me. A lot of people think that because Voldemort is dead, it can never happen again. But it all happened once before, so what’s to stop a repeat?”
   The train rocked back with a squeal of the brakes before anyone could answer. There was a loud whuff sound as the engine let off steam, and then yelling as everyone began pouring off the train in a flood of humanity. Neville and Hermione quickly excused themselves, disappearing in search of their bags, while Harry helped Ron get his belongings down off the racks. The two boys then scurried down the stairs and out on to the platform, only to find themselves caught up in the middle of a group of fellow first years. Harry tried to spot Hermione and Neville, but the throng was packed too tightly, nor was Harry the tallest person around. He did, however, manage to spot Hagrid at the front the crowd; no one was taller than the giant! Hagrid’s face was twisted into the scowl of someone trying to herd cats and quickly losing patience with the whole affair.
   “ENOUGH!” he finally bellowed as he reached down and turned a red-headed girl around for the third time in five minutes. “It is late, I am tired, and I am hungry! There is a whole mess of food waiting for me up at the castle, that you are keeping me from! To get there, we needed to take the boats, and to take the boats we need to get to the docks, WHICH WE ARE NOT DOING! So those who want to eat, follow me! Those who want to be eaten can keep ignoring me and take their chances with the jabberwocks!”
   Ron tensed. “Jabberwocks? I don’t like the sound of that, mate!”
   “Then we’d best get to the boats, right?” Harry replied. The rest of the crowd seemed to be of the same mind. They followed Hagrid down to , where a fleet of animate rowboats waited just out of reach. There was some pushing at the back side of the crowd, as those who felt exposed out at the edge tried to push their way closer to the center. The dock was more than wide enough to accommodate them all, but there was still an inevitable splash as someone went over the side.
   “Be careful!” Hagrid growled as bent over and pulled a flailing boy from the water. He shook the boy like he was trying to snap sand out of a towel. “If its dinner time for us, its dinner time for the kraken as well.”
   They finally began loading the boats a moment later. Hagrid made a point of keeping Harry and Ron back for the last boat, and the boys in turn made a point of singling out Neville and Hermione. It was a silent blessing, as the last boat was much larger than all the others, better suited to Hagrid’s bulk and whatever herd of elephants he was expecting to accompany him.
   “Why didn’t we all just take this boat?” Ron asked as they drifted behind the rest of the fleet.
   “Its supposed to be a meeting opportunity,” Hagrid explained. “The other boats are large enough for a group, small enough that hopefully you make friends. Figured Harry didn’t need the hassle, you came with him, then you grabbed these two, so I figure there won’t be many complaints about special treatment.”
   Hagrid turned to Hermione and Neville. “Name’s Rubeus Hagrid. Groundskeeper and general wrangler here at Hogwarts. Expect you’ll see a lot of me around the castle. I’m usually taking care of this thing or that for the Professors.”
   “I’ve heard of you,” Neville said as he shook Hagrid’s finger. “Gran says you’re the best thing about this place.”
   “And you must be a Longbottom.” Hagrid nodded at the pseudo-dragon riding Neville’s shoulder. He fished a bit of jerky out of his pocket and tossed it to the lizard. “Hello again, Orion, and welcome back.”
   Orion leapt for the tidbit and snatched it out of the air. She cooed happily, and bowed her head towards Hagrid.
   Hermione frowned. “Am I the only one who doesn’t know anyone else here?”
   “Bah, not anything to worry about,” Hagrid scoffed. “Most don’t know their left from their right when they get here. Been getting more and more muggleborns every year. The old families would have to breed like rabbits to keep up! I expect there will be a lot of new faces, even for legacies such as Ron and Neville here. You’ll meet more when you get sorted into your Houses.”
   “How’s that work, anyway?” Ron asked. “Fred and George said we had to pick a ball from the mouth of a snapping Spiegel.”
   “Not…quite,” Hagrid said with a wry smile. “I think I’ll leave it you to discover.”
   They passed the rest of the trip getting to know one another, with Neville and Ron regarding the other three with stories of growing up in the wizarding world. Hagrid got the impression that Hagrid had heard all of these stories before, or at least similar ones, but was still nodding along like a father who’d seen the entire thing unfold but didn’t want to disappoint their child by interrupting. It was actually quite relaxing, and Harry was almost sad to step out of the boat when they reached the other side.
   Almost



   Because the reaching the other side almost meant that he had reached the castle proper. An older woman stood waiting for them with her hands clasped behind her back. Her robes were formally cut, and not a single grey hair strayed out from beneath her pointed cap. She had been beautiful once, but age had left her looking matronly. Still, the years had been unable to rob her of her dignity, and there was a sharpness to her eyes, as if she were daring the entire universe to a battle of the wits, a battle which she was absolutely confident she could not lose.
   “Greetings, children,” she said pleasantly as the first years piled out of the boats. “Greetings, and welcome to Hogwarts. I am Professor McGonagall, and it is my pleasure to escort you to the Great Hall for the Welcoming Feast. If you would be so kind as to form two line, please? No, young lady, I said two lines, not three, yes, there you go!”
   It took several more minutes before the lines were exactly the way McGonagall wanted them. Harry ended up in front of Ron and behind Hermione. The witch took gleeful advantage of the situation, taking it as an opportunity to stand just a bit too close to Harry. Harry had no idea what Hermione was up too until her heard, “Ooops, silly me!” a second before Hermione bent forward, pressing her ass deliberately by accident against his crotch, with rather predictable results.
   “Hermione!” Harry hissed. He was trying to ignore the stirring in his pants, which wasn’t so easy when Hermione started to shimmy back and forth. Thank god for thick robes and dark nights.
   “Hmmm?” Hermione slowly stood up. Grindingly slow, to be exact. “Did you say something, Harry?”
   Harry’s eyes narrowed as he glared at her, but by the time he had decided on a retort the lines had begun to move. They crossed a vast drawbridge before passing through a pair of towering iron doors and into a foyer large enough to host a football match. The entire castle had been built to absolutely outlandish proportions, so much so that the regularly sized furniture looked like it more properly belonged in a doll house. Yet despite all its size, there was a corner of Harry’s mind that found the entire space to be rather small and somewhat cramped.
   It was another ten minute walk from the foyer to the Great Hall, a walk that was filled with all sorts of amazing curiosities. Animated suits of armor snapped to attention as the students passed by, while paintings of Lords and Ladies bowed and curtsied respectively. Lions and stags bounded along the edges of the carpet beneath their feet.
   At the end of their walk lay the Great Hall. Thousands of candles floated a dozen feet overhead, mimicking the star filled ceiling. Eight tables, each nearly a quarter of a mile long, had been laid out with settings and goblets for everyone present. They were each decorated in the colors of the school houses, with the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws serving as a buffer between the Slytherins and Gryffindors. While it was obvious that the staff wanted the new students to mingle, they had realized that certain personality conflicts were simply too strong to overcome.
   Harry and his group were some of the lucky ones, as Ron’s brothers had gone ahead and saved them spots at one of the Gryffindor tables, saving the foursome the hassle of trying to find seats on their own. Harry found himself between Ron and Hermione, opposite Fred and George. Percy had gone off on his own and taken the seat at the head of the table, where he sat with his head resting on steepled fingers. The candlelight reflected off his class, making him look like the operations director of some shady government organization about to send them all off to war against invading eldritch abominations.
   A bell began to chime as the last first year filed in and found their seat. Five booming rings echoed through the Great Hall, and those unfortunate enough to be caught speaking found their words forcibly silenced. As the last echo faded, and older gentleman sitting at the center of the table rose to his feet. His face was oddly youthful, but a history of frowns had left a crinkle across his forehead and his pepper brown hair was doing a poor job of hiding the strands of white and grey.
   “Good evening!” The man spoke quietly, but some spell carried his words to Harry’s ears as if he was only five feet away. “My name is Remus Lupin, and it is my privilege to announce that I will be your new Headmaster as of this year. After more than fifteen years in this position, Professor McGonagall has decided to retire from the position in order to spend her remaining years with less stressful pursuits. We all wish her well, and offer her many thanks for her many decades of service here at Hogwarts.”
   Applause filled the Great Hall, thought it was accompanied by quite a bit of hushed questioning. Ron was among those whispering. “But wasn’t she the one who showed us into the castle?”
   Lupin waited for several minutes for the applause to die down before continuing. “I am also pleased to announce that there will be several new faces joining our esteemed ranks.
   “First, Rubeus Hagrid has agreed to take on the position of Professor of Care and Handling of Magical Beasts. Many of our returning students will recognize Hagrid as our groundskeeper of many years. He replaces Professor Detweiler, who has wisely chosen to retire to the Canary Islands, where I understand he plans on enjoying the use of his remaining limbs while exploring an exciting new career in the world of shark juggling. Hagrid has many years experience with handling the many beasts of the Forbidden Forest…which, I find myself forced to remind you, is so named for a reason. Mr. Filch only just recently finished clearing out the voldern infestation from the third floor, and our staff as a whole would appreciate it if our more…industrious students would refraining from anymore experimental breeding projects.”
   Fred and George shared a high five.
   Lupin nodded to them before continuing. We would also like to welcome this year’s visiting professor, Auror Severus Snape. Auror Snape has spent the last fifteen years working as a member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and has a rather…extensive knowledge of the Dark Arts and how to combat them. We look forward to benefiting from his knowledge and experience.”
   Harry looked to Lupin’s left and found himself staring at a hawk faced man whose black hair had been shorn down to his scalp. The right corner of his chin was missing a thumb sized chunk, and his eyes kept darting back and forth across the tables, as if expecting a random student to stand up and charge the head table. His eyes locked on Harry’s, who suddenly found himself drowning in a dark sea of pain and despair. Those dark eyes flashed a bright, vivid green right before Harry lurched backwards in his chair as a searing pain stabbed through his brain.
   “Ow!” Harry flinched away from the staring contest, but out of the corner of his eye he could see that Snape was still watching him.
   “Ugly looking bastard, isn’t he?” Ron nudged Harry’s side. “My Dad has had to work with him a few times and never been happy about it. Says Snape is too much a wand first kind of guy. Highest kill count among the Aurors, which is a bit overkill when someone has hexed their neighbor’s lawn mower into singing ‘My Fair Lady’.”
   Harry started to ask why, exactly, one might want a singing lawn mower, but it seemed that Lupin wasn’t finished. “Lastly, I would like to welcome our newest faculty member, who is not only replacing me as the Transfiguration professor, but also as head of Gryffindor House. I expect that she will be familiar to many of you, so please welcome Minverva McGonagall!”
   This time the applause was absolutely thunderous. McGonagall walked up from the back of the great hall, wearing a pleased smirk across her face. As she reached the faculty table she turned and gave a small bow, then ascended to her rightful chair at Lupin’s left hand.
   Lupin waited with a patient smile before continuing. “Now, there is only one last thing we must get out of the way before the feast.”
   He snapped his fingers, and a chair materialized in the center of the hall, a grand throne of woven gold and silver twisted around egg sized sapphires and topaz jewels. In the middle of the throne sat an ancient and much battered hat.
   “Let the Sorting begin!”
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Chronicle of Scales: Dragkyn Rising