Summary:

Set in the There Be Dragons, Harry Universe, this snippet is meant to be a Christmas One-Shot with Harry, the 12 days of Christmas and random fluff. It is NOT TBDH canon. First Person POV.

Pairings:

Harry Potter x Harry's Bonded

Random mythology characters.

Disclaimer:

I do not own any Harry Potter anything. That belongs to J.K. Rowling. I just like playing with Harry in my own little world of storyville. I make no money by writing this fanfiction. All original characters are my own.

Rating:

M – Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16.

WARNINGS: .Smexy Hints. Slash. Angst. Family. OC's. OOCness. TBDH Universe. AU. Other warnings will be added as I see fit.

A/N: This is a prompt fill for the 12 days of Christmas and TBDH. I am stretching some very rusty writing muscles and attempting Harry in first person POV. It sounds a bit spazzy to me, but I hope you enjoy it. It will be very, very short chapters and yes-it is prewritten. I've already finished it and I'm posting the short clips/scenes, as I finish editing them. Harry has accepted something troubling and as such, is completing the "12 Days of Christmas" Legend in the song of the same name-as such, I'm creating a bunch of OC's for things like the two turtledoves, the partridge, etc. Expect silliness and maybe some old characters...

Thanks for reading and your continued support of this dragel-fandom-love-fest ~Scion

A partridge in a pear tree is really the last thing I care to be looking for, but at this point in time, I find that I cannot be anywhere near as picky as I would like.

There are too many things depending on this ridiculous adventure and while I do not doubt my survival—I do doubt a significant amount of other things.

Namely, the idiot who caused this problem, the idiot who made him cause the problem and the idiot that directed me here in the first place.

No. Really.

I do mean it.

It has taken nearly all day to climb this magic-forsaken mountain and if it wasn't for Hadrian and his stupid training regimens, I don't think I'd have the strength to do it in the same breath.

Thankfully, only my arms and legs are useless at the present—my mouth, it seems, is quite fine and able to gape stupidly at the most ridiculous sight I've ever seen in my eighteen years.

A partridge.

In.

A.

Pear. Tree.

Just resting is good for my nerves and half-useless limbs. I know the feeling will return to them in a bit and hopefully, enough energy to get back down the mountain, considering what a pain it was to get up it.

According to Alleon's rumor, I'm to actually rescue the bird—seeing as the magic in the actual tree, as a living…something…prevents the wailing young woman at the foot of the mountain from climbing it to fetch it herself.

Of course, she also had a folktale to tell about women not being allowed on the mountain—I would say it was for their own safety. There is no way they could climb up this mountain in those stupid tourist costumes and return alive.

Alright, maybe they could. Maybe. I would give them that much credit, at the very least—but it would be unnecessarily hard.

Then again—there's that whole pear thing.

Supposedly this orchard is alive.

Except, that I can't feel anything. Anything at all. Whether it's alive or dead or just sleeping—nothing.

It's rather—strange.

Of course, being an Empath means that I'm used to strange things. Sort of. Some things, I don't think you can ever really get used to.

My feet are working again—great. I convince them to carry me up to the golden gate, where I use the young woman's stolen key to open it.

There are no precautions on the gate—no triggers or magical protections—and so the plot thickens.

I throw the key through the open gate and wait.

Nothing happens.

I dare to kick a spray of dirt through the gateway.

Still nothing.

Unshouldering the Twin's favorite rucksack, I chuck it through the gateway too.

Curious.

Yet again—nothing.

No harm in traveling through, I suppose. It it was a sudden feeling of dread that I take the first step through the gate.

Of course—nothing happens.

Nothing ever happens on the first step.

It's the fifth one that sends me flying.

This is NOT TBDH-canon. Like most of my prompts, this was written in a 30-minute block. I apologize for any obvious typos or plot holes and the fact that it's largely in present tense. This was born from the need to write some sort of fluff for Christmas and being silly enough to take a writing dare for the 12 days of Christmas. Whoops. I guess my hand slipped... I hope you enjoyed it! I'm rusty on Harry in first person POV. Thanks for reading! (and yes, I SWEAR the new chapter of TBDH is coming soon.)