Chapter 1: Introducing The Dragon's Den

-Charlie P.O.V-

Charlotte Dragon. Please call me Charlie, Char or Lottie, I despise my full name. Don't call me lotta or Lola. Despise those names too. Now onto the topic of my last name, a weird last name though, ain't it? Well, it's my name and stands for a purpose. We can speak to dragons. I mean 'we' by my family. May be strange to some that we can speak to dragons, but there is an insanely long tale about our family history. The tale I can save for later, I can tell you a small thing written about our family years ago though. Here it is:

Dragon speakers,

Secret leakers,

They can speak,

They make the dragons meek,

A strong bond of magic,

The story is Tragic,

The Dragon speakers.

Yep, a strange thing to be written, our family is ancient and strong in pure-blood even though we don't mean to marry pure-bloods. Our family name has made the pure-blood genealogy book, famous wizards/witches and a few others including dragon books.

Since we are on the subject of my family, we're Australian wizards. Yep, accent 'n all! We're quite proud about it. I have three siblings. One older brother whose name is Griffin. He's seventeen, a big difference from my younger twin brothers, Dale and Felix who are nine years of age.

I'm in between and am fifteen. The only girl of the Dragon family for quite a long time, this means I'm important. Any 'Dragon girl' is a powerful witch and has some sort of 'destiny' with the dragons, whatever that's supposed to mean.

My family owns a dragon reserve here. We have every dragon and they are our best 'mates', seeing as we're homeschooled by our parents. My parents like to keep us here because of the dragons; some of our guardian dragons would have a fit that we left them. They'd go on rampage. So, avoiding that since no schools will accept having a TAME dragon around.

Our guardian dragons have a special bond with us. They cannot be far apart from us because they need to protect us and take care of us. When we are chosen by a certain dragon, we get marks on our hands. They are the tamest of the dragons since they share a human bond.

My guardian dragon is a Hebridean Black. These dragons are more aggressive than the Welsh Green. They have rough scales and purple eyes. His name is Tobalth and he is a young dragon who is very curious but strong and mischievous. I love him and he does the same.

Another reason for being home schooled is because we are very precious to the Wizarding world. Have you heard of the Dark Lord? Yea? Well, the Dark Lord and his followers are looking for more to join them and they favour the ancient pure-blooded families. So, it's not exactly looking good for me.

Only a few days later, did everything change for the three of us. A man named Dumbledore, from Britain, accepted us two AND our dragons to his school! The school is called Hogwarts and we'll be flying our dragons there to get there before the students so they won't faint by seeing dragons in the air. That would be amusing but I shall have to make a good impression on the teachers shan't I?

We'll be going of tomorrow and I can't wait! We bought everything from 'Diagon alley' in Britain. We had to calm the dragons before we left of course. I packed all my bags and am waiting for din-

"Lottie!" my mum's voice called.

I got up from my bed which I had been sitting on and ran down our stairs that was connected to four floors. I ran down the steps happily and then trotted into the dining room. The delicious food was all placed and ready to eat. My brothers walked into the dining room yawning and trying to look innocent, I knew better.

The two had likely played a prank which I helped sometimes. I studied their faces and they both looked at me. They shook their heads. This meant that the prank wouldn't affect me or the dragons. I grinned and relaxed as I took my spot.

The rest of the family came in and sat down. We started to eat and after fifteen minutes, the twins sunk into their chairs. Next a boom was heard. My parents looked around and my Dad jumped up. He ran towards the boom.

After a few minutes, my Dad came back looking tired and angry. He turned to the twins and me. I held up my hands to show I was innocent while the twins ducked into their seats.

"Rooms. Now. No dessert!" Dad said angrily.

The twins simply nodded and ran up to their rooms. I knew they had pre-planned and put snacks in a small loose board under their beds. I did the exact same thing.

Now that the twins were out, Griffin decided to start a conversation about Hogwarts, always wanted to know things, Griffin. His guardian Dragon was an Antipodean Opaleye dragon. It's a pearly coloured dragon who is named Raymond. It means a strong defender and guards wisely. I suppose it makes sense. The dragon is very intelligent and of course, protective of Griffin.

Back to where we were, Griffin was starting a dinner conversation.

"So, what extra classes can you take at Hogwarts?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes. He was all about learning things; while the twins and I would much rather have fun. He wants to get a good job apparently. We already have a destined job though; it's being on a Dragon Reserve.

"Char, don't roll your eyes! It is an excellent question." My mother warned me.

"Whatever." I muttered.

"You can take Divination, Study of Ancient Runes, Arithmancy, Muggle Studies and Care Of Magical Creatures." Dad explained.

"Charlotte dear," I cringed as my mum said my name. "I hear you've already chosen your subjects." My mother continued.

I simply gave a shrug and nod. My mum looked at me encouragingly to tell them. I rolled my eyes before speaking.

"Yea chose Divination, Ancient Ruins, Muggle Studies and Care Of Magical Creatures." I told them before putting some chicken in my mouth.

"I'll be choosing all of them I guess." My brother muttered.

"All of them?!" I asked dropping my chicken.

"Yea? Is there a problem with that?!" Griffin asked challengingly.

"Kids…" my dad warned.

"No, you just don't need to be an egg-head." I mumbled.

I never backed down from a fight. If someone challenged me, I'd fight them back. My family members knew this and tried to go around it as much as they could.

My brother stood up as I just calmly watched him. Rule 1 of fighting: Never show what your weaknesses are, don't show what people say are bothering you. Clearly, he was terrible at it.

My Mum pulled my brother down to sit in the chair. I smirked at him before leaping up and taking my dishes.

"Well I'm done!" I chirped happily.

Griffin scowled at me as Mum and Dad just watched me go into the kitchen. Ah, a day in the life of me.