Dragonette Destined
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any profits from posting this fanfiction. Only the original characters in this story are mine.
Summary: Epilogue Compliant. Harry has been having 'problems' for a while. A new healer discovers the problem but reveals him to be a Dragonette Destined which is a new problem.
Pairings: HP/GW. HP/OMC. HP/OFC. HP/TN (Theodore Nott).
Warnings: Slash, hints of het, hints of polyamorous relationships, mating, swearing, some English slang insults, some English slang. Mature scenes will come later in the fic, after about 60000 words into the fic (the last couple of chapters), I shall not mark where they begin as I am warning you now – do not read if under-aged or if male/male intercourse offends your delicate sensibilities. I have kept the mature scenes to appropriate for this site as best as I can with my understanding of the rating system.
Authors Note: And so we have reached May in this fic. Everything happens in May! And this chapter is the start of it all.
You are only getting this chapter earlier than I had planned to give it to you because of Lientjuhh and Scioneeris who reviewed! And my hat off to Scioneeris who reviewed every chapter as she read it. Oh my gosh I should so aspire to be you! So yeah, important chapter! Possibly the important chapter of the whole fic so give thanks to Lienjuhh and Scioneeris!
3rd May 2020 – Harry age 39years.
Fridays had always been hell. It was always the day where Harry could guarantee he'd work well into the night because of all the drunkards and fights he had to stop from breaking out. There was something about the euphoria of it being the end of the week and therefore being a time to relax and do things that were pleasurable. Something that had leaked over from muggle culture was the annoying and frustrating idea that after work on Friday pubs and bars should have 'Happy Hour' where drinks were cheaper and people could relax with a good overload of alcohol in their systems. What that meant for Harry was more fights, more brawls, more duels and more clean ups and obliviates to be done.
Today…or yesterday considering it was now 6am…it was the 22nd Anniversary of the Battle for Hogwarts. Most of the populous had attended the late night vigils in memory of the dead and then proceeded to get themselves drunk to oblivion, celebrate late into the night and caused riots through Muggle and Wizarding towns. They had done this every year since the end of the war and, despite there being another Dark Lord who had tried to rise to power in 2012 but had been thwarted early; they still celebrated the end of Voldemot's reign. It did of course mean that Harry didn't get to spend the day remembering or visiting his family like he usually did on Remembrance May Day because it was a Friday and the auror office had been chaos with the need to keep the peace. Harry was only just returning home now at six in the morning because it had taken him and his whole staff that long to clear up the mess caused. Harry would fire call Kingsley later that day and see if he couldn't get Kingsley to make a public announcement about all the disturbances, it never did any good but it served to make Harry feel better every year.
"Are you only just getting in?" Natsuki's voice startled him and he turned to find Natsuki holding a bottle to baby Kenny's mouth while still in her dressing gown. She looked really refreshed and since she as usually up earlier than Harry he supposed he shouldn't have been shocked to see her there.
"Yeah. Busy night." Was all Harry said by way of explanation.
"Well best go on up to bed then, you look exhausted." Harry shrugged, he was tired but he'd been dosing up on pepper-ups and stay-awakes all night and morning and with all the potions coursing in his body he knew he wouldn't get to sleep for another few hours at least.
"Potions." He said by way of explanation and Natsuki narrowed her eyes.
"You best not tell Masaru that then, or Ishim. You know how they are." Harry remembered, it still made him grin when he remembered back to the outrageous mother henning the two of them had put him through a few weeks ago only to lose against him and Celeste ganging up on them in the kitchen. The melted taste buds after the cooking Harry had done had gone a long way in getting Masaru and Ishim to forget to make Harry rest. Harry had ended up cooking most nights in a week with various helpers, not including the house elves, just because the mateship adored his cooking that much.
"Yeah well, I'll just deal with it later if it becomes a problem…or offer to cook them curry. Do you need a hand?" Harry gestured to Kenny who Natsuki had started burping.
"No not really. Would you like to go and get up the other children though? We have to be ready early today because we're going to…"
"Toyohashi to visit your family. Yes I remember, Caroline and you have been going on and on about it for Days. You have a spa trip planned there too don't you with your mother?" The trip had been planned for just the carriers and children of the Suoh mateship. Ishim, Masaru and Virgil were all staying home and Celeste wasn't staying with them anymore, neither were her children because she had begun to miss her mates. Harry had begun to miss her though.
"Yes! I am so excited. I think Caroline is already getting ready but the children might need some encouragement." Harry laughed and made to go upstairs to find Faydra Yukiko and Edward.
"I'll cook them pancakes for breakfast. Do you think that will work?"
"Pancakes? Oh Harry you spoil us!" Natsuki licked her lips just thinking about it and used one hand to pat her baby bump. "My baby is going to come out addicted to your food. I'm going to have a cubby son!"
Harry chuckled and took the stairs two at a time up to the children's bedrooms. Edward was easy to rouse, a little grumpy for all of two minutes until Harry said 'chocolate pancakes' and then the kid was out of bed and finding clothes. Harry summoned the special clothes Natsuki had bought just for today and asked the boy to wash first before Harry would help him put the clothes on. The girls were a little harder to wake up. Yukiko, the newly turned ten year old, was trying to pull off moody teenager long before her time and refused to get up. Bribery didn't work when Harry mentioned pancakes so Harry resorted to a countdown till doom which was him casting a rictusempra spell which would tickle her. Needless to say he had to use the charm but she yelled she'd get up after only thirty seconds of the spell. Once she was out of bed Harry ran a hand through her hair.
"You can sleep any time but don't miss out on important stuff just to sleep okay?" Faydra had needed no encouragement or bribery. Harry woke her up and she launched herself straight out of bed and into the bathroom.
Harry then went back downstairs and started cooking up the pancakes, flour smudging on his dark red auror uniform as Edward attempted to 'help'. Harry really should have changed but since he was only going to go to bed later there had been no reason to yet. Pancakes were scoffed down within minutes of them being put on the table and the children demanded more but Harry said the rest was for Ishim, Virgil and Masaru and he wouldn't be bribed not even for a hug to give them more pancakes. They tried hugging and begging but Harry wouldn't budge, just made one for him. They looked so silly with their puppy eyes though that Harry cut off little bits of his pancake and gave them to the children.
"Did you spoil your children this much too?" Caroline asked.
"Nope…well…maybe a little." Harry grinned and Caroline rolled her eyes.
"Vio! Could you wake the others up please? The portkey will be ready to leave in a few minutes." Vio the house elf popped out and returned back a moment later to say she had woken up the men.
All dressed up and ready for departure Caroline, Natsuki, Kenny, Edward, Faydra and Yukiko said their goodbyes to Harry, Ishim, Masaru and Virgil before he Portkey activated at dot on seven am. No sooner had the popped out of the room did Harry get turned on by three angry men. Harry gritted his teeth and braced himself for the tirade that was surely about to start.
"You! Get up to be-"
"MASARU!"
"ALPHA!" Footsteps ran through the house and straight into the lounge. Dimitri and Rene burst into the room looking flushed in the face and Rene had tears streaming down his face. Dimitri ran straight up to Masaru but Rene halted for a moment once he saw everyone and then, to Harry's amazement, Rene ran up to him and clung to him.
"Dimitri, Rene, what are you doing here?" Masaru asked, putting a hand to Dimitri's hair and pulling the child's head back so he could see the child's face.
"Batya sent us. He said he'd send Mère and Mamka after us soon."
"Why?"
"Because they're arguing again?" Dimitri didn't sound too convinced of that answer but he said it anyway obviously not knowing what else to say.
"Did they say anything about needing us?"
Both boys shook their heads, Rene's still pressed into Harry's chest. Harry ran a hand up and down Rene's back in a soothing and comforting gesture. That mateship always seemed to be having arguments. Harry didn't know why they hadn't been able to sort out the balance yet, according to his calculations and Ishim's information they had been unbalanced for between six and eight months. Although, Harry supposed that actually in the greater scheme of things it could take a long time to find the right person to join a mateship with and to split up with somebody. He'd clung to his marriage for years and even now he knew he was submissive none of the eight Alpha's he had met over the last few weeks had seemed right to him. Kyrylo was the one Alpha Harry had actually felt a connection to but it wasn't strong. They had spent an entire day together but Harry never felt more than safety and kinship with Kyrylo.
"Well boys…have you eaten?" Rene pulled back abruptly and shook his head negatively. Dimitri looked incredibly hopeful at the prospect though.
"Well I think I still have enough batter left over for a pancake each. What do you think?"
"Yeah!" The boys cheered and Masaru had to release Dimitri because if he hadn't he would have pulled the boys hair out as the nine year old made a dash for the kitchen.
Harry gave the men a cheeky smile and left with the children to make them pancakes thankful for the rescue they had given him. Even if there wasn't enough batter with magic there would being a few short moments and Harry would feed the kids. No-one could argue that he wasn't a good person.
"Are my children here? Brancis said they were but…" Harry heard the worried voice of Celeste once he had finished serving up the food to the children. They were busy piling fruit and chocolate on top of their pancakes when Celeste was lead through into the kitchen by Virgil, Masaru and Ishim following behind who announced they were going upstairs to get dressed.
"Morning." Harry said grinning from his place behind the cooker, hoping it would cheer her up. Celeste huffed out a laugh and shook her head. Harry happily saw the tension in her body leave with that huff.
"Ah I see. Chef Harry has wormed his way into your hearts through your stomachs hm boys?" Celeste said and her boys just nodded with satisfied smiles and mouths full of food. Celeste clapped her hands and found a seat at the table. "In that case, has chef Harr got any more food for a very hungry lady?"
"Of course." Harry poured a little more batter into the pan and soon served Celeste her pancake. She piled hers high with berries and sugar then rolled it and ate it in sections. Her sons then proceeded to copy her with their next pancake.
"Alpha Masaru! Privet? Hello? Celeste?"
"Oh! That will be Yevgeniya!" Celeste said, making to get up from her seat but Harry beat her to it and left the room. He found a dark auburn haired woman looking around rather disorientated in the large hall. Once she saw Harry she stopped moving and stood completely still, her floor length red robe emphasizing the paleness of his skin in comparison to her deep red hair and fabric.
"Hello, I am not recognising you." She said, hint of a harshness to her words signalling English was not her first language.
"I am Harry Potter, friend of the Suoh Mateship. Celeste is in the kitchen if you would like to join her."
"Spasiba, however I need to speak to Alpha Masaru." She said, looking a little relieved but clearly on a mission.
"I am here Yevgeniya. What is it?" Masaru questioned coming down the stairs bare chested but attempting to pull on a shirt as he walked.
"The arguing has become vorse. Brancis ordered me to leave vhen they drew wands. Vhen I left Brancis vas morphing."
"Shit!" Masaru swore and ran down the rest of the stairs. "Virgil! I need you! They're fighting! Bring your wand! Ishim! Take care of the women!"
Harry chased after Masaru, if there was fighting they'd need him. He left Yevgeniya in the hall, knowing it was rude but adrenaline spiked. Masaru seemed to have other ideas though, when he saw Harry following him he spun and grabbed Harry by the arm.
"No. You stay here and stay safe." Harry scowled and drew his wand, sliding it easily from his wand holster.
"I can help."
"You are submissive you don't…"
"Screw that Masaru! I am trained to fight! I was practically raised on a battle ground. Dragonette's came after and just because I am a submissive does not mean I cannot fight! I didn't become head auror because I was famous; I became head auror because I am the best!"
"Harry you are my responsibility!"
"Masaru let him come. Last time we barely held them off. We're going to need all the help we can get." Virgil said, ending the conversation with his deep drone. Masaru scowled again, the look harsh on his Asian features.
"Fine. But me first! And Harry, if I morph and if Bran's morphed then you keep absolutely well and clear. Got it?" Harry nodded.
"Absolutely." Masaru nodded at Harry's acceptance and leapt into the fireplace shouting out 'Volos Cove, Cairn Gorm!'. Harry gave Virgil a brief look of thanks before stepping into the fireplace and giving the destination.
No sooner had Harry looked around the room he landed in did he have to duck because of a spell coming his way. With a duck and a roll Harry threw up a shield just in time to protect himself from the next spell. The fire roared behind him and Harry heard a swear word he knew to be from Virgil.
"Bugger…I've always been crap at Defence." Harry snorted at Virgil's words but didn't comment because he heard an almighty roar and a human scream. Harry upped and sprinted towards where the noise came from and found himself in a large room with a ceiling about twenty foot above his head. The furniture in the room was over turned, burned or scratched to pieces. From a quick first look at the scene Harry could see four humans, not including himself and Virgil. There was a dragon too and Masaru was slowly changing from human to dragon as he moved. Two humans were standing near each other, the black dragon which looked like a Hungarian Horntail was stood in a position that left him guarding another human who was lead on the floor bleeding. The wound, wherever it was didn't look serious. The Dragon was trying to attack the two humans though who was firing spells at the Dragon, Masaru and now at Harry and Virgil.
"Leave the dragon to Masaru." Virgil said before he flung himself into the middle of the room throwing spells at the two humans. That was a stupid mistake as the dragon was mid attack and Virgil put himself in the line of fire which caught his sleeve. He yelled and spelled out the fire as best he could. Harry would have fired any would-be auror for a mistake that stupid. Still Virgil was still in danger.
Harry spelled a quick containment ward around the room, stopping the spells from leaving a certain area. Then h charged at the man nearest him, a huge brute of a man about six and a half foot tall with a curling red-brown hair. The man was throwing all sorts of spells, binding spells, cunjunctivitus, confringo, confundus, incarcerous, obscure, of the list went on and on. However, all the curses he seemed to use were ones you were taught in school and not high level ones.
Harry threw a quick disorientation spell and an expelliarmus which had the man disarmed before he could fire anything around in his confusion. Harry then turned his attention to the other human in the room who was winning in a fight against Virgil who was casting only immobilising spells and spells to tie his victim down. The other man, who Harry vaguely recognised from somewhere, was having no trouble fending those spells off.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled, the spell easily being dodged but it brought the man's attention to him. The man yelled something and then the barrage of spells started between Harry and the man. Harry felt…absolutely wonderful! The duel was thrilling, Harry got to cast and duck, sidestep, jab forwards an offensive spell and then shield again. It was like duelling practice. Harry nearly didn't dodge something in time though because he got distracted by the huge brute of a man he disarmed earlier who had tried to tackle him. Virgil had interrupted the tackle and the two of them were now rolling on the ground.
A loud snarl, a plume of fire and a hiss of pain proved to be enough of a distraction though for the ma Harry was battling because Harry managed to get an expelliarmus past the man's shield and caught the man's wand as it sailed through the air. The man looked startled then made to do something only Harry turned away hearing more sounds of pain behind him. Two dragons were fighting like it was life or death and there was blood everywhere, Virgil and the muscle man with curly hair were still wrestling but Harry's attention as really caught by the black man who had been laid on the floor earlier bleeding. The man was now leaning against the sofa shaking and clutching a burned leg while blood poured down his face.
Harry ran to the other side of the room to stand over the man and brought both wands up and level between the groups. "Discrimino omnis corpora!" Harry yelled, drew the wands in a backwards arc and then flicked them back and forth in once quick sharp movement. The spell was one the aurors used during domestic disputes and other fights. It was only successful once the victims held in the ward were disarmed though as it couldn't stand up to much should it be fought against. However it was brilliant for separating people and if you knew the spells and had the power you could power up the ward to become stronger assuming the initial casting worked.
Immediately, like being grabbed by an invisible force, everyone and every being in the room were separated and held back from each other in a small area. Virgil and the man were yanked away from each other, the spell leaving them lying on the floor a few feet apart and the man Harry had just finished fighting was stuck hammering against an invisible barrier. The two dragons were separated to and were snarling, scratching and clawing at the field. The black dragon tried letting loose a Jetstream of fire and Harry felt the separation ward shudder under it.
"Subpleo discrimino." Harry said, his magic immediately rushing to do his bidding and powered up the ward. The next jet of fire barely had any effect on the ward, just left the smell of burnt ozone in the air. The noise was incredible though, despite the ward Harry could still hear everything everybody had to say and they all seemed to have a case of verbal diarrhoea with insults and threats.
"Silencio!" Harry spelled each person or being and once everyone was silenced Harry sighed in blissful relief.
First order of business was seeing to the black man with the injury. Harry rushed forwards and released the man from the silencing spell, his moans of pain and his sniffs from crying filled the air immediately, the small sound almost harsh in the silence.
"Hi. My name's Harry and I'm an auror with basic battle field medical training. May I please see your wound?" Harry asked in his best gently voice. The man, young man Harry corrected once he saw his face, sniffed and nodded holding out his hand so Harry could see the damage done to the leg. It was a burn, plain and simple. The material around it was burned away and the skin was crisp, bloody and raw. It was, in essence, above Harry's expertise.
"Okay, that is a very nasty burn. I'm going to cast a healing spell which should protect it from infection whilst we wait to get a medi-wizard or healer, alright?" The man nodded and Harry cast the spell. The cut on the man's head had obviously been caused by something falling on it, or by a very low level cutting hex. The problem was it was a head wound which always bled like a bitch. "I'm going to cast a spell on your head now to heal your cut. Vulnera Sanentur."
"Thank you." The man said, his American Accent shining through in just two words. Harry gave him a tight lipped smile.
"You're welcome. It's not much but it's the best I can do at this point." The man didn't say anything more, just closed his eyes and leaned back against the sofa. His face gave great indicators as to his pain level, and also his pain tolerance. Harry stood up and looked around the room to see what was happening with everybody else around him. It seemed like Virgil was impatient t get out of his ward as he was stood, arms crossed and tapping his foot with a scowl. Harry cancelled the silencing spell on Virgil and the released the ward around him.
"Virgil, could you go and get Ishim or Celeste? This man's got a bad burn and I can't do anything about it." Virgil nodded, tight lipped and unspeaking and left the room immediately. Harry glanced around the room at everybody else. Masaru, who had been a large red dragon, was back to his human state and pacing around in the small bit of space the ward allowed him. Harry didn't think releasing him yet was a good idea as the man looked anything but calm, except there was a great big bloody gash down his arm, from shoulder down to elbow. Harry cancelled the spells on Masaru who charged forwards toward him immediately.
"What the hell do you think you are playing at Kono Yarou?" Harry didn't know what it meant but he did not like the sound of those last two words. Blasting off two curses Harry had Masaru silent and body bound on the floor.
"Merlin, I knew releasing you was a bad idea in the first place. Now, I'm going to heal your wound and then if you look relaxed I might even consider releasing the body bind and silencio. Okay? Now then, vulnera sanentur." The blood seeped back inside the wound on Masaru's arm and then the cut closed up healing instantly. Masaru didn't look anywhere near calm though, he still looked rather enraged so Harry didn't release him.
"Harry? Harry Virgil said you needed us? Where are you?"
"In here Ishim!" Harry yelled and within a few seconds Ishim was running into the room a medical bag at his side and Celeste not far behind. Celeste saw the room and started crying, thankfully the tears were silent. Ishim saw the room and scowled but came over immediately to where Harry was.
"So what do you need? Oh! And why is Masaru bound here?"
"Because he wasn't calming down even though the situation is controlled. The man here," Harry pointed, "has a horrible burn on his leg no doubt caused by the fire one of the dragons kept breathing. I healed a cut to his head but you might need to check in case he has concussion or anything." Ishim nodded and moved over to the man.
"Oh Tyshawn…oh why did it have to get so bad?" Celeste whimpered. Harry turned to her and pulled the distressed woman into a hug.
"Celeste, if you can't handle being here at the moment then I suggest you go back to Suoh cove. You need to have a level head at the moment."
"I…I'll be fine. Is anyone else injured?" She stuttered and wiped her eyes trying to compose herself. She did a very reasonable job too, steeling herself up.
"Um I think Virgil has a few bumps and bruises, same with that man there. Oh! And Virgil got caught on fire on one of his arms." Harry pointed over to the man Virgil had been wrestling with. "I don't know about the other man and since Mr Big and Bad over there has yet to change back into a human I can't tell you about his injuries."
"Right well…I'll start with Virgil then I'll see to Asguard. Could you release the silencing spells? Maybe you could check on Theodore too for me? The man over there?" Celeste pointed and it clicked as to where Harr recognised the man from. That was Theodore Nott, one of the Slytherins who had sided with the light during the Battle for Hogwarts. Despite his father being a Death Eater, Theodore Junior had denied Voldemort and walked away from his family. Gone was the weedy kid from school though, the only thing recognisable from the school days was Theodore's face and colourings. His hair was still dark; his eyes still the undefinable colour between brown and hazel. Otherwise his always tall frame had filled out slightly with muscle and he now looked like a stunning man who'd grown into his appearance, no longer weedy though still remaining thin enough to give the appearance of weakness if anyone couldn't see the strength in the sleek muscles.
"Ah…Nott. Now I recognise you." Harry wandered closer to Nott's warded area and looked in on the man who stood regal and tall, pride, poise and power in every line of his body. He was also stood calmly, with a stoic mask Harry often encountered on pure-bloods. Harry released the silencio with a wave of his wand. "Alright there Nott?"
"You still have that saving people complex from the looks of things Potter." Nott offered with a dry tone and down turn of the lips. Harry kept his gaze even, neither rising nor turning from the jab. Nott sighed and shook his head, running a hand over his face. "I'm alright. Tired, and I have a few bumps and bruises but nothing serious."
"Are you absolutely sure? Perhaps Ishim or Celeste could check you over just in case." Harry offered. Nott, shockingly, gave Harry a small smile and shook his head.
"If it will sooth your worry I shall be seen to. If you could see to the ward I would very much like to see to my mateship." Harry nodded and undid the ward, Nott looked calm and reasonable and since he was disarmed it wasn't like the man would be able to get into much trouble. Should he start causing trouble Harry would just ward him once more.
Nott moved forwards the moment the ward was undone and made towards Celeste who was healing Virgil.
"Celeste, are the children okay?" Celeste, turned and glared at Nott.
"Of course they are! Brancis sent them to safety when you lot started off on one again! What was it over this time Theo, Tyshawn sit in your seat or something?" The disdain in her voice setting Harry's teeth on edge, he'd never seen the woman anything other than happy and sad. To see her acting so viciously was rather enlightening. Nott just sighed again and Harry edged close to listen in.
"No, he and Asguard were already at t when I arrived downstairs. I tried to break them up, they drew wands and then Bran arrived and things started to get ugly." Celeste's eyes filled with tears and she looked away from Theodore and looked solely at Virgil who winced a little as she seemingly pressed a little too hard. Harry watched as Theo turned away and walked back towards Harry.
"So how did you get roped into all this Potter? I assume you know we are Dragonettes."
"Well back in October I discovered I was a Destined. Since then Ishim and his mateship have been helping me come to terms with it." Nott nodded.
"Yes, it's quite alarming suddenly finding yourself with instincts you've never had before. Mine kicked in when I was 21 years old. I was working as an Unspeakable trying to help suss out Dragon magic but to do that I had to go with a group of Unspeakables to the Romanian Dragon Reserve to observe a Choosing. The problem was when I got there I was Chosen after a battle of wits with a colleague. I won that by the way." How typically Slytherin to have to assure people of superiority, Harry thought. But the cheekiness in Nott's eyes said something else; he had relaxed a lot since school. "Anyway, I was chosen and suddenly had all these instincts. I, of course, denied them for a while so I could help further the research with my experiences. I didn't last 6 months, a damn site longer than most people but not very long. It took me a year and a half then to find the right Alpha for me, found Brancis over there. I've never felt more at home than I have as part of this mateship…it's a shame about our recent problems."
"Sounds like you've had quite a time of it. I heard about somebody leaving the Unspeakables, word got around that a prodigy left and the Auror department was on high alert for any problems. I'm assuming it was you they were on about leaving. I always knew you were smart Nott, you were just a git about it school."
"Yes I suppose I was." Nott smirked. "What I'm interested to know is how you were able to ignore your instincts. You said you found out in October, that's at least 7 months and you must have been Chosen long before that so how were you able to deny your instincts." Harry frowned trying to work it out. He didn't have instincts so much, just ones to look after his family and then he started getting depressed.
"I don't understand. What instincts are you on about? The only instincts I had were ones to protect my children, protect my friends and keep everybody happy. I got rather depressed and down but I didn't have any other instincts." Nott's eyes narrowed and scanned over Harry. Harry felt completely naked beneath the gaze, like somehow in that one slow piercing look Nott was able to know everything about Harry. Harry didn't often feel a gaze like that, maybe a couple of times with Masaru and with another Auror, definitely with Hermione and Molly, but not many other people could reduce Harry to feeling like he was a particularly interesting inch-high being under a microscope.
"Are you unmated? You didn't say." Nott said making sure t annunciate despite the soft almost dreamlike quality in his voice. Harry felt warmth pool trough his body.
"Umm…yes."
"Umhm." Nott hummed and this time the slow gaze was different, not piercing just looking. It was a gaze that Harry swore he could feel touch him as it moved over his body. Harr shuddered and clenched his hands a couple of times trying to get his body under control as something down south woke and took interest. Harry hadn't had an arousal in months, not since that time in the hospital with Virgil.
"Um Nott? Could you maybe…" Harry trailed off, what did you say to get somebody to stop looking at you like that? Nott, however seemed to catch the meaning behind the failed sentence. He graced Harry with a happy, victory filled smirk.
"My apologies." Nott then turned to look around the room. Harry turned too. Masaru was still and looking calm now, Ishim was still seeing to the man Harry assumed was Tyshawn. Celeste looked like she was just finishing up with Virgil so Harry turned to look at the strong man he assumed was Asguard, since Nott had indicated to him earlier.
"You would be Asguard I assume?" The man in the ward nodded slowly and deliberately, light blue eyes cold but glittering. Harry didn't think he was trouble, just careful and maybe still a little cheesed off. He removed the silencing spell so he could talk with the man. "I'd like to release the ward so Celeste can see to any injuries. Can I trust you to remain level headed or shall I leave you there?"
"I won't cause problems. My head hurts and I think I've damaged my shoulder." Harry nodded and indicated Celeste over. The ward came down and the moment it had Celeste ran up to the curly haired man and slapped him across the face.
"You! Tu es completement débile! You sit down just there and don't you dare say anything! I don't even care if this hurts." She spat, and Harry could have sworn her wand sparked. Harry turned away quickly and looked at Masaru. Virgil was sat by him now looking rather amuse. Harry edged closer to see if the alpha had calmed down yet. Seeing him shouting angrily but silently Harry sighed and left him to it for a little longer.
"I don't think he'll calm down so I'm not going to let him go until he is calm. Is that okay Virgil?" Virgil just laughed and sat cross egged on the floor watching Masaru had a silent cursing session. Harry would never understand those two, how they ended up in a mateship together was beyond Harry.
"Potter, I do believe my Alpha is calm now and he has returned to human for. Perhaps we could release him and check his cuts? He is covered in blood." Harry nodded at Notts words and walked over to the area the black Dragon had been.
"Holy shit!" Harry gasped. His body seized up, muscles unwilling to move a millimetre. Harry could feel that his mouth was open but didn't have the presence of mind to close it. All he could do was stare at the being before him.
A man with straight black hair, with barely noticeable occasional grey hairs, in a side parting leaving one side longer than the other as it swept forwards to almost cup the man's high cheek bones. His eyes were a strange mixture of brown and amber, with bright amber flecks near the centre which Harry could see from all the way across the room. The man stood tall, taller than most men Harry had ever met, Hagrid not included. He was about six foot eight or so, towering and strongly built. He had broad shoulders, which seemed to be a common trait amongst Alpha Dragonettes, and that tapered down to a narrow waist with long but slender muscled legs. The man wore black trousers and robe but his shirt beneath was a crisp white.
"Potter? Potter, you okay? Can you release Brancis? Potter?" Harry heard the voice but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the man. Brancis. The man was called Brancis, the Alpha Brancis. Harry couldn't tear his gaze away at all and Brancis stared back unblinking.
A hand landed on Harry's shoulder and shook him. Harry flinched at the contact. Brancis' face twisted in displeasure and his eyes flicked away from Harry's gaze only to flick back a moment later having decided whatever had touched Harry was okay.
"Potter, are you listening? Take down the ward." Harry swallowed and blinked, trying to snap himself from his daze. It was difficult, even more difficult when Brancis smirked at him. The Dragonette Alpha did raise a hand and thump his fist on the invisible force field. That got Harry's arm moving with barely a thought. Harry flicked his wad and the ward was gone.
Brancis was across the room in split seconds, standing his full height in front of Harry, a hairs breath away, and stared down imperiously. Harry blinked a few times, brain and body seeming miles apart. A hot hand touched the side of Harry's face and Harry felt his eyelids flutter. He tilted his head to the side; brain resorting basics unable come up with any other action to do. Brancis leaned close then a scorching hot mouth pressed on Harry's neck and a wide circle of teeth dug into the skin. Harry shuddered, bodily and verbally.
The bite seemed to flick some sort of switch and Harry's brain suddenly had a million different thoughts skid across it, colliding with other thoughts. His arms rose of their own accord, gripping an arm and cloth. Harry tilted his head further and allowed the trust to surface through him. Brancis was biting him, was he just doing the normal greeting because he seemed to be taking a very long time. Did certain bites mean different things? Was time going slowly or was everything just taking a long time? Why was Harry feeling so warm? It was hot, hot, hot in the room. Brancis still hadn't let go. Those teeth felt good! Everything was just right! Harry felt so safe, more secure than he'd ever felt before! So hot! Where was Celeste? Had Ishim healed that man…um…Tyshawn? Nott, where was Nott. They had been talking hadn't they? What had they been saying? Harry had forgotten because he had seen that Alpha.
"Bran, I think you can let go now." That was Nott's voice, Harry knew that. He tried to turn his head to see where the voice was coming from and he bumped his head into another person's. Oh no, oh no, he'd bumped into Brancis. Somebody laughed, then the teeth were gone and so was the heat. Harry looked around and met brown and amber eyes from only a few inches away.
"Your name?" The voice was low; deep, low and quiet but still demanding and holding a hint of an accent.
"Harry James Potter. You're Brancis." Harry said, saying his own name seeming to wash away what remained of the fog. Harry stepped back and ran a hand over his face. The spell broken Harry looked back up at Brancis and gave an apologetic look. "I'm sorry. I think I'm tired I didn't mean to space out on you."
Someone laughed again, the sound muffled, and Harry glanced around to see who it was. Nott had his hand lightly covering his mouth, hazel eyes dancing and twinkling. Harry frowned and shook his head again.
"Ah…um…oh! Masaru's calmed down. 'Scuse me a minute." Harry rushed out and then dashed away from the Alpha and Nott and over to the calm looking Masaru. Well, Harry thought, worried was better than angry but perhaps it wasn't actually calm but it was close enough. "I'm going to let you go now okay Masaru?"
Harry released both spells on the Suoh Alpha and stood back to give the Japanese man room to stand up with Virgil.
"Harry…You are…" Masaru paused as Virgil's hand landed on his shoulder. Then Masaru started again. "Are you alright?"
"Um, yeah why?"
"Why? Why he says!" Masaru fumed, shouting a bit. Harry briefly considered hexing him quiet and still again but he didn't have a chance to. "ISHIM! Get over here and see to Harry! Tyshawn isn't going anywhere yet and his own damned Mateship can sort him out now."
Ishim, Harry saw, rushed to do what Masaru said and Harry found himself man handled into a soft comfy chair a few feet away without Ishim saying a single word.
"I wasn't aware you had taken on another in your mateship." Brancis' deep voice vibrated through the room and Harry felt his eyes shutter for a brief second, one uncontrollable shiver wracking down his body.
"No, and Harry himself says he is unmated." Nott added helpfully going to stand right next to Brancis.
"Harry is under my mateships protection and therefore my responsibility." Masaru responded and Harry heard an underlying his in his voice. How irritating! Masaru had better not get into another fight, Harry had only just finished defusing the last one and he still hadn't been able to ask about what started the fight in the first place.
"And yet it seems like Harry you under his protection."
"Oh don't you start with me Theodore, he bested you too!" And from there the bickering began. Harry hit away the wand fluttering around him running different diagnostic spells and pushed to sand up. He had just levelled his wand at the point between Masaru and Virgil, and Nott and Brancis when Ishim yelled.
"Harry James Potter if you do not sit down in that chair this instant I will tie you to your bed and make you rest for a week!" Harry had never sat down s fast in all his life. Ishim huffed and continued casting his spells. The rest of the room was completely quiet, not a hint of bickering or arguing now. Harry felt his face flame; it was probably because he'd just been told off by Ishim.
"Ishim? What's the prognosis?" Masaru's voice cam again. Ishim huffed once more and gave Harry a very upset glare, the look strange on the usually smiling man's face.
"Harry has not slept in 26hours, his body is tired and muscles overworked. He is also showing signs of magical drain from too much spell casting. There are also signs of stress again caused by over work without rests, he has not eaten sufficiently in the last 24 hours either, and, just to put the icing on the cake, he has been taking potions to help him stay awake. He should be at home, in bed resting, sleeping and eaten a good balanced meal which is not half a pancake with sugar on it!" Ishim fumed and Harry bit his lip so he wouldn't respond. Perhaps he would have been better not cultivating such a relationship with a healer.
"Take him home right now, I'll finish up here." Ishim nodded and this time Harry could not keep silent.
"Hang on a minute! I diffused this situation, I put up with stopping the lot of you having a full blown duel in the middle of what was a nicely decorated lounge. I stopped a fight I have no idea what it was about and now I have to leave when it's quite obvious you only want me gone so that you two," here Harry gestured to Brancis and Masaru, "can have a pissing contest over who has got the bigger ego. I might be tired and yes I have had a very busy day and haven't taken care of myself, but I'm not going to die from lack of sleep for a few hours. So, no, I will not leave and no you cannot make me. Now all of you tell me just what the hell was going on when I got here and why nobody has taken that man to the hospital yet!"
"Harry…" Masaru began again, warning in his face. Harry was having none of it though. He'd faced Voldemort, he'd faced a Basilisk, he'd faced a Dragon, Death Eaters, imbeciles, and hormonal wives and friends. He wasn't about to back down to a shape shifting Dragonette whom had not long ago been rendered harmless by an easy spell…well, easy-ish spell.
"I will spell you silent, so help me Merlin, if somebody does not start explaining right now."
"Calm kompis," a new voice said and Harry saw it was Asguard who was speaking holding his hands out to the side in a surrender gesture. "I will tell you. Tyshawn and I had a disagreement of opinion over something in the Prophet. I'm ashamed to say the disagreement had started an argument which escalated into a fight. Theodore came down part way through the fight but got swept up in our tempers. Brancis came down to help but by then we were all raging. Brancis tried to stop the fight but ended up in the argument too. From there it got worse and when Tyshawn got hurt as Alpha Brancis morphed to enforce himself as our Alpha. Needless to say we were too far gone in our anger and we ended up battling it out. It seems somebody was able to fetch you and the Suoh mateship to help. I am sorry you had to deal with our tempers."
"Right…right okay." Harry frowned trying t get his head around it but not being able to. "No hang on, not okay. You just argued over something small and then it turned into a fight? What are you three?"
"Potter, our mateship is unbalanced at the moment due to Tyshawns unplanned for arrival in our mateship and we have not been able to find another submissive to balance us out. Therefore instinct drives us to balance out the mateship and since we haven't found a suitable Destined to join our mateship our instincts drive us to get rid of one mate." Nott explained, his tone purely informative like a teacher would use to educate a class. It was neither impatient nor condescending, just informative.
"So…so you try a little harder! Merlin, I realise I've got the worst track record for hanging onto a relationship that's fundamentally flawed but you only need an extra person to sort yours out and your instincts could calm down, you didn't have to deny all that you were to keep persevering in a bad situation. I've met loads of Alpha's recently and sure, none of them clicked with me but still I've met some. Haven't you been out meeting submissives? They can't be hard to come by surely!"
"On the contrary, submissives are hard to find because they don't have such controlling instincts." Brancis explained and once again Harry felt a shiver go through his body, the small hairs on his skin rising up.
"Well I still think you should try harder before you try to break your mateship apart! You're fully grown adults, you shouldn't be so petty. Ah…speaking of adults, Tyshawn still needs to go to St Mungo's."
"No he doesn't, he's fine. I have some burn salve I can give him and that will heal him up perfectly. I was only worried about his pain but he's unconscious now so it's all fine." Ishim said and Harry nodded.
"Okay so just to clarify, you guys had an argument, things escalated, people got hurt, you're now all fine and everybody's calm yeah?" Nott laughed again and Brancis cracked a smile.
"Yes." Brancis said. Harry really needed to get his body under control because if he was going to react like that every time Brancis spoke he was going to look ridiculous.
"Okay so if everybody's fine it's a job well done. Do you guys need any help fixing the room?"
"No, no Potter. Be assured your job is complete and there is nothing else you need to concern yourself with." Nott assured and then got a strange look on his face, a daring look that held more information than it gave. "Although, you may feel free to check on us later once you have had some rest."
"Right, sure. Yeah that will be good. I'll be able to check on Tyshawn too, check if he's recovered."
"Hero complex Potter." Nott said and Harry knew he was teasing him. Harry waved him off and made to go to the fireplace.
"I'll floo you later. I'm going home for a rest now…healer's orders." Harry chuckled at his own words and cast an incendio at the fireplace. There was no pot of floo powder though so Harry had to turn back to the lounge. "Um…floo powder?"
"I shall show you." Brancis offered and, completely ignoring the growl that rang through the air, the tall Dragonette walked forwards and escorted Harry back to the fireplace with one hand on Harry's back. The contact made Harry shiver again and the hand rubbed up and down his spine once.
"Oooh seriously, you can't do that." Harry grossed trying to shift away from the hand, feeling heat pool at his groin and nearly groaning as he got an erection just from the limited contact.
"Oh I think you will find I can." Brancis practically purred that. At the fireplace Brancis pushed in a small square of wood and it sank into the hearth, but when Brancis took his hand away the wood popped out revealing a small drawer inside which was the floo powder.
"Ah, thank you very much."
"You are very welcome, Harry." Brancis said graciously and stepped back letting Harry floo away back to the Suoh house.
Harry's last view of the Volos Cove, Cairn Gorm, was of Brancis smirking and looking regal and smug.