Harry Potter and the Legend of Dragoons

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Chapter 1: The Task

It was very bright, like the whole room was an endless plain. Except maybe that there was a throne in one of the end of the room. The throne was made of ivory and other with its outline studded with every kind of precious jewels. On the throne sat a man. A man who looked as if he walked along side the growth of the world. Old, yet in shape. He had an air that seemed to resonate around the place, telling everyone that he can still bring a legion of blood-hungry orcs down. He had white long beard, with a deep, long scar on his right eye. He was dressed with the whitest, most elegant robe a man could find. On top of that what was a gothic half-plate mail which was shining brightly, showing no signs of scratches and dents. Elven enchantments.

"Elijah," the old man called out. "come forth," he continued.

Within a matter of seconds, blue spites come from all over the place, whirling around and formed a shape of a man. In a few moments, the sprites took complete form of a man, a man who looked youthful and battle-ready, his jet black hair that went to his shoulders in a samurai-style ponytail, royal blue eyes, his nose was high-bridged. His faced seemed perfect, as if there wasn't a single flaw to be found. He wore a royal blue robe that also went down to his ankles, and on top of it was a full plate mail, shining as bright as the old man's armor. He had a sword with him, a long one and behind his back was a pair of wings; the main bone of the wing was outlined in blue while the body was a mixture of white and silver. The young man kneeled before his master as soon as he was able to collect himself.

"Yes my sovereign" he said.

"The tides have gone ill. The time has finally come for you to show me what all these years of training under my guidance had done to you." The old man started.

"I have a task for you; you are to seek a very old friend, Albus Dumbledore. He is a wizard," he continued. "But" the young man interrupted. "It goes against our rules! We swore that after the great war, we'd never associate ourselves with the land dwellers!" The old man gave his pupil a brief smile, acknowledging the you man's obedience to the rules laid down for the safety of their kin. "Rules… the safety of everyone in this world we live in is in peril. Rules cannot be broken, but can be bent if need be. My old friend had informed me that he needs our aid because the Dark Lord has risen to power once more. Your other task is to get acquainted with this boy that he has told me of. One that carries the same blood that goes through our veins. Your blood to be precise.," he said.

"He's a-" Elijah said before getting cut of by the old man. "a dragoon, yes. Apparently, he is the descendant of you're brother, Wraife," said the old man said as Elijah's blue eyes grew big in shock. "Can this really be so…" he mumbled astonished" "but… Wraife only had a human lover! A witch! He's a pureblood! But is he an immortal like us?"he asked. "I'm afraid not, Elijah, he is a mixture of a wizard folk, a non-magic folk, and a dragoon. Your task is to help this young one to awaken his untapped abilities for him to be able to fulfill the prophecy." The old man said.

"Yes my lord," he replied as he knelt on his right knee. "well, go on now, tell Albus that Gaius Octavius sent you and do send him my regards," he said as he looked down on him. "very well, I shall summon you to their plane and directly to Ablus' location. May the speed of our ancestors be with you" he finally said and with that he raised his right arm and placed it to Elijah's left shoulder as he recited an incantation with a very low voice that was blended with other tone of voice making it sound a bit godly "Incantus virtum, imperum!" Octavius bellowed. And with that, Elijah was gone with a blink of an eye.

o Meanwhile inside Professor Dumbledore's office o

It was quiet inside the office. Professor Dumbledore was sitting in his chair writing a note and at the same time muttering some words when a gust of wind whirled in front of his table. "Ah, and so my friend has heard my call!" he said in a relieved tone as he fixed his moon shaped eye glasses. The wind was soon gone and a man stood in front of Professor Dumbledore.

"You must be Elijah, am I correct?" he inquired as he beamed at the man in front of him. "Yes I am sir, I was sent by my lord, Gaius Octavius on a task to aid you." Elijah replied smiling a bit towards Professor Dumbledore.

"Ahh, I thought Octavius would be able to come, sad though," Dumbledore said as his smile lessened but smiled broader again.

"Anyway, I have asked Octavius for aid because it has come to my attention that Harry Potter; the boy that is under my guidance carries the blood of a dragoon," he stared. "You're task is to help him awaken this gift and help him control and nurture his gifts. Therefore, I am assigning you as a student and you shall have to hide your identity as a transferee from another school, Dumstrang. Your name will be Elijah Austin. You will have to be sorted into a house during the Feast along with the first years." He finally said as he eyed Elijah as if he was asking if he had questions.

"How can I be so sure that I won't get noticed that I'm a dragoon?" he asked.

"Well, I can't say that you won't get noticed because sooner or later, Harry will find out, he's a very cunning young man, Elijah" Professor Dumbledore replied while smiling. "There is one more favor that I would like to ask you…." Professor Dumbledore trailed.

oMeanwhile…o

A boy sat by the window. He gazed into the starless night sky blankly. His eyes, which used to be lively and inviting, was now clogged with all sorts of emotion- grief, anger, pain, sadness, loneliness. The events of the previous term were still fresh in his mind. The break-up, the death of his godfather, Sirius… thoughts kept swirling about in his mind day in and day out, making him get more and more depressed as each day passes.

With all the frustration he could muster, he threw one of his books at the door of his room, making it create a loud bang on the door as he rammed his fist to the floor while he slumped down of the floor, his back relaxing on the wall.

"BOY! WOULD YOU KEEP IT DOWN! OR ELSE I'LL COME UP THERE AND MAKE YOU!" a man bellowed outside his room. Harry couldn't hear the growling and bellowing of his uncle as everything around him seemed all too distant. He was lost in his thoughts. Guilt-struck and depressed, he continued to wallow in his thoughts.

"Why do I have to act hero all the time?" he muttered to himself. Harry looked very distraught. He hasn't eaten for weeks, he hasn't owled any of his friends even though they sent him letters trying to ask if he's ok. Suddenly he remembered something.

'Crap! If they don't hear anything from me in a week, they'll come rushing here!' This thought made Harry's mind react in a grim way. He imagined seeing his Aunt and Uncle under a full body bind spell and his cousin, Dudley having another pig's tail.

Just as he was thinking of this he heard a loud crack from downstairs…

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING HERE IN MY HOUSE?!" he heard his uncle roar in a mix of anger and fear. Harry quickly ran to the door and emerged downstairs and found Moody, Tonks, Lupin and Mrs. Weasley and two hooded figures in the front door.

"We have come to take Harry for the rest of the summer because we're beginning to get worried that he isn't getting much care from you," Lupin said trying to control his emotions while keeping his face straight.

"GO AHEAD THEN! GO TAKE THAT FREAKY BOY WITH YOU! WE DIDN'T WANT HIM HERE ANYWAY!" Uncle Vernon growled. Mrs. Weasley was able to notice Harry who was frozen in the middle of the stairway watching the whole encounter intently.

"Harry, dear! Over here! We've come to take you with us!" Mrs. Weasley cried while approaching Harry. "Don't you dare do anything silly to prevent us from getting Potter or else you, your wife and your silly kid will pay! Tonks, get Harry's things. Hurry!" Moody growled while keeping his glare on Uncle Vernon's frightened face.

As soon as everyone was ready, Mrs. Weasley took out a portkey from her robes and told everyone to take hold of it. Soon enough they were in front of The Burrow.

"Professor,-" Harry started as he lightly nudged Professor Lupin on the shoulders. "who are the two hooded figures?" Lupin stared at him for a while as if he couldn't spit a single word.

"Well.. there's no more point in delaying this since they were the once who insisted in coming with us to get you… Lily, James, you can take your hoods of now…" he trailed of as the two hooded figures took of their hoods; one was a male with brilliant blue eyes and an untidy jet black hair, just like Harry's. And the other had brilliant emerald green eyes and long red hair.

Harry was left dumbfounded. He didn't know what to say. He felt like things went from worst to the best. He never thought that this would happen as the two figures stood in front of him alive and well. "B-b-but... it can't be… how?" those were the only words that he was able to say as he stood gaping and trying to hold back tears which he failed to.

"Its true son, we're back," Lily told Harry, smiling. "I know it's hard to believe but in due time you'll know the explanation." James said with big smile on his face.

"All we could say right now is that we are so happy that we are given another chance to be with you again and fill the void that we left you years ago," Lily added as though her voice was cracking up in tears.

Harry couldn't handle it anymore, he felt as if his whole world was brightening up for a new day from a very terrible and disastrous storm. He felt the sudden urge to run up to his parents and cry to them. He tried to compose himself but he failed again. He ran up to his parents and flung his arms around them both.

"Mum! Dad! Its… it's… so… I can't describe how I feel right now!" Harry said as he gave up in holding up his tears and cried his heart out in happiness.
"I know son. Believe me, your mum and I got very ecstatic when we found ourselves here again, alive and kicking!" James said as he placed an arm around Harry and so did Lily.

"Son, I promise you, we'll never leave you like that again. We'll start a new life again. This time, the three of us will share every pain and pleasure we encounter in life." Lily told Harry as she also broke into tears.

oThe Following Dayo

Harry, Lily, and James stayed in the Burrow for the rest of the night because Lupin informed them that their old house; Godric's Hollow is still under renovation for their coming.

Lily and James stayed in a guest room while Harry stayed in Ron's room where Ron bombarded him with tons of questions.

"Harry! I'm so happy for you, at least now you have more people to talk to about problems! You have your parents now! Even though Sir-" Ron cut himself off remembering it was a painful memory for Harry seeing his own godfather dying in front of him.

"It's okay Ron; I know that somehow, I'll be able to bring back Sirius. I mean, mum and dad got resurrected from the dead. And Sirius isn't an exception. Right?" Harry explains as Ron's face started to lighten up.

"Yeah! I forgot that… But how did this happen in the first place?" Ron asked Harry quizzically. "For now, I don't know, but I swear that I will find a way. My parents even told me that in due time I will get an explanation." Harry said reassuringly to Ron.

"Harry, there's one more thing though. I know I'm in no place to say this but… what happens to you and Cho?" Ron asked skeptically as if he was surveying Harry's face for emotions. Harry shrugged at the mention of her name and said "What am I supposed to do? I mean, last year, when were together for more than five minutes, we fight our heads off!" Harry exclaimed which almost made Ron jump.

"Alright mate! I get your point! But still, doesn't she ever cross your mind?" Ron asked again looking at Harry, this time, he was sure that Harry was trying hard not to look red.

"Sometimes maybe… But my blood just blood just boils up sometimes we're together… I don't even know if she still fancies me… or even considers me as a friend," Harry trailed of looking as if he wanted a subject change. But Ron wanted to ask something else. He had so say it…

"Harry….-"His voice trailed off. "Do you… still uhm… you know? Like her?" he asked hoping that Harry won't kill him for asking that question. Much to his relief, he didn't.

"I…- honestly… don't know…-"he trailed off. And as if on queue, a tawny old knocked the window of Ron's room.

"That's yours Ron." Harry said while staring at the owl.

"Nope I don't think so, Hermione's here, you and Hermione are the only one I owl and the only one's I get owls from!" Ron said to Harry and suddenly, Ron had a thought.

"What if it's from… no… how could that be? But there's a possibility!" Ron wondered out loud.

Harry decided to be the one to grab the owl since Ron doesn't want to. His eyes grew big when he opened the letter and saw the sender.

"Merlin's beard…" he muttered in surprise making Ron quite intrigued enough to make him snatch the letter from Harry. His eyes too grew big.

It was from Cho Chang.

"She's quite aggressive for a girl you know…" Ron said while smirking towards Harry.

"Shut up Ron!" Harry managed to say as he grabbed the letter back for him to read.

Harry,

How are you? I know that you're blood's probably boiling while you're reading this letter, but, hear me out. I know we ended the previous year on a bad note, and that just really disturbs me. If you'd allow it though, I just want to set things straight so that things would be normal. I'd understand if you're still furious and wouldn't want anything to do with me. But I do hope you find it in your heart to forgive me. There's so much more about you I'd want to learn about, I know there's more to what they say "the boy who lived" is, and I intend to know that. Even only as a friend. I do hope you think this over, I'll be waiting for your decision until then.

Cho

"Wow…" that was all Harry could say.