Well, here we are again, the start of a new fanfic, primarily because I have major writer's block on New Commonwealth. Also I have no attention span. This one is a Harry Potter fic, and, boy did I go all out for this one. I've created whole societies in the Wizarding World, added new species of magical creatures, and more. Bonus points to anyone who can tell me what's special about Riath (I think I made it pretty obvious), and/or what Giullare means.
Riath Daevon Giullare Dracul stood at the gate of Malfoy Manor, his bag against his leg, and his familiar, Nightmare, curled around his neck, sleeping. He stood for a moment, watching the manor as though he could see the people moving inside, sighed, and strode briskly down the lane towards the house. He grinned, remembering days spent playing on the grounds of the manor with his cousin and their friends. He passed the Quidditch pitch, bringing back memories of flying with his cousin, and playing with the pixies that often appeared there. They were normally obnoxious and cruel creatures, but seemed to almost fear him, and as such had been quite docile.
Around five minutes later, he reached the door to the manor, and knocked loudly. The door swung open, revealing a house elf dangling from the door handle, Having had to jump to reach it. Suppressing a laugh, Riath reached out and helped the elf to the ground. It looked up to him with awe, and thanked him profusely.
"Thank you sir, thank you! Jarvy is very grateful for your assistance! Master is sending Jarvy to see Master Dracul into the house, but Jarvy is getting stuck, the door handle is being very high up sir, very high up indeed!"
Laughing, Riath responded to the elf,
"It's not an issue, Jarvy, now, if you could please take me to my Uncle?"
"Of course sir, of course! It is being an honor to assist Master Dracul!"
The elf then turned, and dashed off, leaving a startled Riath to run after the impressively happy elf. His bag was no longer behind him, but that was normal for the manor, the house elves we very skilled at staying unnoticed, after all. The commotion of both him and Jarvy dashing through the house had woken Nightmare, and the small dragon stirred on his shoulders, before leaping to the ceiling, and crawling after his friend and the house elf.
As the small and slightly odd looking party moved down the hall, Jarvy suddenly stopped and opened a door, gesturing for Riath to follow. He reached out as he walked through the ornate door, carved with the Slytherin serpent, allowing Nightmare to crawl up his arm and back to the dragon's original position on his shoulders. As he stepped through the door, his instincts kicked in, and he quickly analyzed the room.
The large sitting room was ornatlely decorated in the typical silver and green, and was furnished lavishly, with comfortable looking chairs and couches. A low table carved from ebony sat in the center, and three people were seated around it. On the sofa, facing him, were his Uncle and Aunt, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. To the right of them, in a green chair, was his cousin Draco, who looked slightly disinterested in the proceedings. Jarvy had disappeared entirely.
Riath grinned and approached his uncle first, as Lucius stood to meet him. They shook hands, and he moved to the side, embracing his Aunt, who looked slightly more happy to see him than his Uncle had. His cousin stood next and the two shook hands before stepping apart. Lucius was the first to speak, addressing his Nephew.
"It is wonderful to see you again Riath, but Narcissa and I have important issues to attend to. Draco will show you to your rooms." He then took his wife by the arm, and the two strode out of the room. Draco laughed, and then embraced his cousin. The two then headed off towards the house's west wing, Nightmare following along the walls, eyeing the few house elves they passed hungrily as he went.