Chapter 2: reliving memories

It was a very small room. It had only a metal door, a bed, a table with two figures on it, rows of books, a clock, a calendar, some empty portraits, and a light made the room glow green. On the bed, there was a pale boy with red hair, blue bangs, and a purple ponytail that wore ordinary house clothes that looked about eleven or so, looking back at memories of the conversations with some people.

It was about four years ago, just another day in his room, just reading his books on his bed, until someone called him, 'Hello, little boy. Is this your home?' the boy seemed to be startled, because he frantically looked around for the source, until he found it coming from one of his portraits from an old-looking wizard that wore half-moon spectacles and wore a box-like hat. 'What? Oh, yes, this is my home.' The child answered. 'Wait, aren't you one of the former headmasters of Hogwarts?' He asked the person in the portrait. 'Yes, I am. My name is Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.' answered the old wizard. 'Wow. Uhh… why are you here?' the boy asked, looking confused about how someone like one of the former headmasters of Hogwarts would visit him. 'Well, I was just strolling around my other portraits when I found this one. I never knew about this portrait. But enough of that, tell me a bit about yourself.' said Dumbledore fondly. 'Well, my name is Drako Hydro Potter, I am currently seven years old, I spend my time here in my room, and I read books all day. That's pretty much it.' answered the boy. 'Really? That does not seem like a good way for a child to grow up with. How often do you get out?' asked Dumbledore. 'Once a year, on my birthday.' Drako said in a calm tone like it was normal. 'That's preposterous! No wonder why you're so pale! I must speak with your caretakers at once! How dare they treat a boy of your age like that!' Dumbledore bellowed, and the sounds echoed throughout the small room, shocked that people would be so cruel to lock a child in a small room for 654 days a year. 'Uhmmm…. could you wait a minute, please?' asked Drako to the headmaster. 'Very well, but be quick; I want to give them what I think of how they treat you' said Dumbledore impatiently. Drako took the two figures on the table and went under the covers while Dumbledore wondered what he could be doing down there. After a while, Drako came out and said 'They agree.' Dumbledore wondered what will happen and what he could have been doing under the covers and how could he know if they agreed. Then, a second later, two spirits emerged. One was a clear white dragon and the other was one of the rarer creatures: a hydra, a black hydra with five heads and not as transparent as the dragon. 'You are his caretakers? But, you two are just spirits, how could you-?' Dumbledore asked, but was cut off by a female voice, 'We are the ones that made his clothes for him.' It looked like it was coming from the dragon, because its mouth was open when the voice was heard. 'We are the ones who got him his books to read.' This voice sounded male, and might have come from the first hydra head from its right. 'We taught him everything about the Wizarding world.' and it looked like this voice came from the second hydra head. 'We taughthim how to control his magic.' said the third hydra head. 'We taught him some more advanced spells, the incantations and the wand movements.' said the fourth. 'And you have no right to judge how we treat him, Dumbledore.' Said the fifth head in an angry tone. 'Well, I need to have a talk with you nevertheless. Keeping a boy locked in his room all year, absolutely shameful! I do not care if you are dragons, hydras, or anything!' yelled Dumbledore at them. 'Very well.' said the dragon. 'As long as you don't meddle anymore after our talk.' said the hydra. They talked quietly for a long time until Dumbledore spoke, 'Well, alright. This place does not seem to be reachable by owl post, so I will just tell the headmaster to send someone to give you your letter. Until we meet again, Drako.' said Dumbledore in a calm tone. 'Thanks for coming here. Nice to talk to someone else for a change. Oh, wait!' yelled Drako 'Who is the headmaster right now?' asked Drako. Dumbledore smiled at this and said, 'You'll know soon enough in maybe about four years.' And he went back to his portrait at Hogwarts.

That was his second happiest memory, but the best one was the talk he had with four people three years ago.

He was sleeping. The clock was already on 9:00 AM. 'Good morning.' said an unfamiliar voice. 'Huhh… what?' said Drako, a bit fuzzy just after waking up. 'Hello.' said the same voice 'Sorry to interrupt your sleep, but could you tell us where we are?' Drako did not understand what the voice meant by "us", but he found his answer just a moment after, in four of his portraits, there were people that looked familiar to him. The one where the voice came from had red hair green eyes, wore red robes, and clutched a sword in his hands. To the left, there was a wizard that did not have hair on the top anymore, but had a grey beard, grey eyes, wore green robes, and had a locket with a snake-like S on it. On the wall near the door, there was a witch with black hair, dark eyes, and was wearing a silver tiara. On the wall opposite her, there was a witch that had red hair, blue eyes, wore yellow robes, and was holding a golden cup. 'Ohh… were in London, somewhere underground. At least that's what they tell me.' answered Drako. 'Wait, aren't you the four founders of Hogwarts?' Drako asked. 'Yes,' answered the one in the green robes 'Salazar Slytherin,' he said, pointing at himself; 'Godric Gryffindor' he said, pointing at the one with the sword who waved; 'Rowena Ravenclaw' he said, pointing at the witch with the tiara who was looking at the room; 'and Helga Hufflepuff' he said, pointing at the witch with the cup who was smiling at drako. 'Hello, Godric.' said a female voice. 'Who is that?' asked Godric, startled by the voice that seemed to come from nowhere. 'It is I, Draconis' said the female dragon as she came out as her usual spiritual self. 'Hello, Godric. How long has it been? A thousand years?' asked Draconis as if talking to a life-long friend. 'Draconis! I thought you were dead!' said Godric in surprise. 'Well, as you can see, I am dead.' said Draconis. 'Oh, right.' said Godric, looking very disappointed. 'Yes, maybe a family reunion maybe good, but could you tell us why you are here?' asked the hydra. 'Is that-?' asked Salazar, who has been glaring at the dragon spirit, but was cut off by the hydra, 'Yes, Salazar, it is I, Aqamentum, the beast of your family.' said the hydra. 'Aqamentum? Why are you here? Why would you, an ancient and legendary creature, be in a place like this?' asked Salazar, completely astonished. 'I am here to aid the heir. 'You have heard of the legend, I presume?' answered one of Aqamentum's heads. 'Heir? What heir?' asked Drako, not understanding the current situation. 'I can answer that, Drako.' said Rowena, smiling.

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Meanings

-Names-

1.) Drako Hydro Potter

Drako - Derived from the Latin word 'draco' which translates to dragon

Hydro - Derived from hydra, a legendary creature that can grow more than one head

2.) Draconis

Draconis - Derived from the Latin word 'Draconi' which translates to dragon

3.) Aqamentum - Derived from the Latin words aqua(Water) and iumentum(Beast)

So, yeah, this story mostly has Latin translations.