Chapter 9: First battle
The day of the talent show Harry was bouncing around the school, he was so excited that when Pansy sneered at him he merely laughed and danced down the hall. His voice was oddly high today as he spoke with Seamus and Dean, almost as if he was already singing. Nothing could take him down from his supreme high, it was his day and he planned on enjoying it.
This was of course before Greg appeared next to him out of no where at lunch, "Harry we need to go, he's at the base of the wards and has almost broken them in the werewolves and merpeople have gotten their parts doneā¦are you sure you don't want help from the Riders?," he whispered, causing the smile on the brunettes face to slip and fall down his face as if he had been told he was dead. He knew the answer to his question already, no.
Rider's where the group of wizards who had Dragon familiars, and they had offered Harry many a time to help him with Voldemort. The boy always said no, he was one of the last Riders left, the others were all older and only four had been born into his generation. Harry Potter on Gregiffy (aka:Greg), Sara Kempt on Mariouuy (aka: Mari), Kit Hempleburg on Jo'Sue, and now the Riders knew of Draco Malfoy and his unnamed Dragon.
Wrapping an arm around his charge, Greg's golden eyes locked on the steely grey eyes of Draco Malfoy, "Harry go to the lake I'll be there soon," he urged his young master, seeing the nod he watched Harry stand an dslip out of the hall.
Draco could see Greg but no one else but Harry seemed to notice, he was curious if his own Dragon could do that. Being raised to believe having a dragon as a bad thing he had never taken the time to get to know his dragon the way he should have and knew if he didn't soon then their eternal bond would break. That only happened to very few wizards and he had always wanted it to happen to him so he could be normal, but now he wasn't so sure.
Moving to the blonde's side Greg whispered, "The tide approaches the shore at noon, the riders have come to see the youngest fight, the ebony rider denies help and plans attacks, will the unnamed rider fall in line with the tide or the ebony rider?" he asked in riddle form, hoping his instincts and Harry's for that matter were right about the blond.
