Lady: Greetings and salutations all.

Seto: Ah, the prodigal author has returned.

Lady: Stuff it. I've been going though a few up heevels lately.

Heero: Yeah right.

Lady: No one asked you. And go away. You aren't in this story. I need the HP characters.
Heero: No. I'm not leaving until you agree to work on you untitled fic.

Seto: Ditto for Romantic Horror.

Lady: I thought you guys hated working with me.
Seto: We do, but those are actually semi-decent plots.

Lady: should have known.

Snape: Why do you put up with them.

Lady: Because they are a source of cheep amusement.

Seto and Heero: HEY!
Lady: Severus, if you please.

Snape: With pleasure. Lady Date does not own the Harry Potter characters, they are owned my J.K. Rowling, Warner Brother, and Scholastic. No money is being made off of this, and it simple for the sheer sadistic amusement of people like her. points at LD

Lady: Story

Dragon's Blood

By Lady Date

Lord Civarius Dragonis walked swiftly through the corridors of the Palace, ignoring everything is his path. He had no time to doddle. Maneuvering every twist and turn with effortless ease, he had one destination in mind: his bedchambers. He curse he advisors viciously for detaining him, not realizing he was speaking aloud. He did not give a fly rat's pink arse about Dumblefuck or Moldimort anyway; all he cared about was the beautiful creature in his chambers writhing a pain. He mate was in labor, and heaven be damned if he missed the birth of his first child. As the large wooden door that signified the entrance to his private rooms came into view, two nursemaids tried to intercept him. One of them grabbed his arms and started to shout at him

"Your Majesty! You can not go in there, it's forbidden." She maneuvered herself so that she effectively blocked the door. Civarius gave a loud growl of warning.

Teeth at her he snarled, "Move woman, my mate needs me!" His long narrow canines glistened in the fire light. She didn't budge. The smell of blood and soft sound of pain emanating from behind the closed doors fueled Civarius rage and anxiety. A loud cry echoed through the hall, followed closely by the cry of an infant. Roughly, Civarius shoved the woman out of the way, rushing for the heavy oak doors. With much more strength then a normal man, he threw the large door s open. Panting, he stared that the sight before him.

There, laying prone and exhausted on the enormous bed, was his mate. Messy ebony locks clung to a sweat-drenched brow. Long lashed hide tired hazel-blue eyes from view. A once swollen bell lost all roundness, leaving it a flat plain once more. His niece sat next to his mate, cooing soothing words into his ear. His mate smiled at his tiredly and whispered softly "It's a boy." Civarius couldn't contain the proud grin the broke out on his face. Calm now, he made his way over to his mate and gently took him in his arms. He pushed a small his to the top of his love's head. His James purred in contentment.

"I am so proud of you." Civarius whispered. He nuzzled his mate tenderly. With proud eyes, he watched as a nurse lay his first child, his precious son, into James' arms. He was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Black hairs curled snuggly against the soft skull, and wide emerald eyes blinked up at him in curiosity. Civarius ran a finger down the boy's cheeks, marveling at the smoothness. He chuckled as he tickled his son's chest, watching him coo happily. This was his heir, this was the one to carry on their people's legacy. So enraptured with the child he failed to notice his most trusted council members approach. A deep cough alerted him to their presences. They only laughed as he grinned sheepishly before his grin returned. "Come say hello to your new prince." All four made their way bedside.

A tall man with jet-black hair and laughing blue eyes was the first to greet the boy. The child blinked at him for a moment before giggling happily and squirming with his grasp. The man chuckled softly. "Feisty little blitter isn't he?" The boy cooed in response and grabbed at the finger waved in his face. The mate smirked slyly.

"I'd watch it if I were you, he's your godson." Blue eyes lit up at the thought and he hugged the boy tightly.

"Be careful Black, or you'll kill the brat." His companion chided, smoothly taking the child from him. Sirius only huffed in indignation.

"He was just fine Snivellus." The man next to him chose to ignore the last comment in favor of examining the child in his arms. He was surprised actually. The boy looked very little like his sire. Green eyes and black hair aside, he was almost identical to his "mother". He carefully shifted the child to his shoulder and cuddled him with in the crook of his neck. This was a bad idea. As soon as the boy say the shinning black locks, straight away he started pulling at them and putting them into his mouth. Snape was not happy about this. He tried to hold the child at arms length, but he had a firm grip on his hair. His growl only served to amuse the child further, as he giggles in sheer delight. Suddenly he stopped. Hanging in his face now was even pretty hair, blond white and shiner then the first. The reaction was instantaneous. Once it was firmly in his little clutches he gave the hair a good strong pull, causing it's own to yelp in pain.

"Damn it BLACK!" Lucius snarled at the baby's godfather, who was not sitting on the bed with tear of laughter rolling down his face. Remus Lupin only shook his head. He carefully removed his lover's hair from the baby hand and took him from Severus. The boy snuggled into his arms, somehow knowing that the person knew what they were doing.

"Honestly Padfoot, one of these days your pranks are going to get you in serious trouble."

"But Moony, I am Sirius." He bed ridden friend was the one to smack him for that one. Remus only rolled his eyes.

"And as for you Mr. 'All-Mighty-Malfoy', your son does the exact same thing, so stop complaining." Lucius sent a half-hearted glare to his boyfriend. The babe in Remus' arms whimpers softly, he was hungry. He gently laid him into his friend's arms. James smiled down at his son as he move his dressing gown aside. The boy knew exactly what he wanted and where to get it, latching into the nipple as soon as it was free.

"So what are you going to name him?"

"Harold Septimus James Odin Potter." At the sound of his name little Harry gurgled lowly around the nipple in his mouth.

TBC.

Lady: Done with prolog.

Snape: Did he have to pull hair.

Lady: Sorry, but it's something that babies do. Trust me on this.

Lucius: Why those pairing?
Lady: Mostly because I just felt like it really.

Draco: gulps Is he points at Lupin My mother?
Lady: No, that is still Narcissa. Remus is lover.

Remus: Joy.

James: will I be in the rest of the story?
Lady: Mmm… Maybe be. I haven't decided yet.
Harry: Review please. If you don't LD gets depressed and takes it out on us.
Sirius: And flames shall be used to burn Dumbledor at the stake.