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: So in this chapter we learn a little more about Asguard and you find out that actually he is not an OC…seriously, after reading this chapter look him up! This is another one of the courting chapters, but it is short.
My apologies for the lateness of the update…I try to keep the chapter I'm writing at least 4chapters ahead of what I'm posting. On a plus note there though, I'm halfway through chapter 16 so the updates should come sooner rather than later.
6th May 2020 – Harry age 39years.
Wednesday was potentially the worst and best day of the week all rolled into one. On the downside the day was right at the centre of the week so you knew you still had a few more days left of work. On the upside, Wednesday was the middle of the week so you knew you only had a few more days left of work. Either way, to Harry, Wednesday meant he still had to wait until the weekend but as it was 7pm on Wednesday it was a shorter time than he had to wait when he thought about it that morning.
Harry had just locked up his office and wandered out into the Ministry feeling bone weary when he saw Asguard waiting by the fountain. Asguard was peering around like he didn't know which way to go, or like he was looking for somebody but didn't know where they'd be coming from. Harry was heading towards Asguard before his mind registered where his feet were taking him. Asguard's eyes pinned on him when he got closer and the tall Quidditch beater grinned a bit.
"Evening!" He chirruped…though with the low pitch in his voice it didn't sound as chipper as it could have been. Still he was smiling and looking genuinely happy.
"Evening." Harry said evenly back. "You need a hand or something?"
"Or something. But a hand would work too. Come on." Asguard held out his hand with such a cheeky grin Harry had to laugh and accept the extended appendage. "It's my turn to wine and dine you…but since it's me we're going to watch a Quidditch game and I'm going to feed you sweets, ice cream and treats and not actual food."
"Ah. Quidditch sounds good…really good actually. I might have to change first though." They both turned and headed for the floo, queuing with the many other ministry workers. "Did I tell you I've not actually been to a game in a while? I've seen James play at Hogwarts but it's not the same as professional players."
"No definitely not. We're going to see Appleby Arrows and the Wimbourne Wasps. It's going to be spectacular because those two teams have a brilliant rivalry that amps up the tension during a game. I've got us Top Box seats too."
Harry knew all about their rivalry. It wasn't just limited to the players on the pitch. The fans took it to a whole new level too, usually a few riots after a game. Harry had a large group of aurors covering the game and had ordered a calming ward to be put over the stands to help maintain a reasonable level of emotion and support.
"Top Box seats huh? Now I feel special!" Asguard laughed and stepped into the fireplace summoning Harry to join him. Harry was expecting to just stand by Asguard in the hearth but the beater had other ideas because he wrapped his arms around Harry.
"Suoh house." Asguard announced and the magically automated system in the ministry floos activated flooing them away so Harry could change his robes.
When they arrived at the stadium Harry was rushed off by Asguard up to the box because apparently the game was due to start at half past and they still had to make the walk through the stadium and up into the box seats. When they eventually got there it was to see all other seats taken around the box except their two seats. Harry sat down and noticed that behind him was Crofton Tracey sitting with Mina Stainthorpe who gave him a brief wave. Tracey was Head of Department at the ministry for Sports and Games where as Stainthorpe was a Sports critique. Rumour had it they were having an affair.
"Ah look! Out they come, flying their colours first!" Asguard said as they got comfortable, a member of refreshment staff coming over and giving them a load of complimentary butterbeer and snacks. First out of their locker rooms was the Wasps, black and yellow colours buzzing around, a magical mascot coming out and flying around the stadium trying to sting a banner for the Arrows. The commentator listed all the names of the Wasps but Harry got distracted by Asguard whispering to him.
"The Wasps tried to take one of my favourite players a few months back. It didn't go down well with the rest of the team and my player decided to stay but I'm not sure if I want the wasps to win or lose in this game because if they lose then they're out, but if they win then my team gets the chance to flatten them."
"Ah, so you'll be rooting for the Arrows then?"
"Nah, I'm not gonna cheer for either. What's your favourite team?"
"Today or in general? Because I have to say I'm not a follower of either team here. I like the Harpies, mostly because of Ginny. My favourite is actually Puddlemore United."
"Ah, they are top of the League at the moment." Harry gave him a small grin. "If we win our next match it will be the Magpies verses Puddlemore. When you're in our mateship who will you cheer for?"
Harry could have rolled his eyes, all this hinting and questioning. And Asguard had said 'when', not 'if'.
"Hint, hint, nudge, nudge." Harry teased but Asguard didn't look the slightest bit abashed. "If I was a part of your mateship I would, naturally, support the team my mate played on." Asguard nodded and went to say something except a silver arrow pierced through the air above their heads making them laugh and duck a little. A loud cheer went up in the stadium and the commentator's words drifted to their ears.
"And look Quidditch fans, friends and fiends! Our very own Harrrrry Potttttter is attending our humble match! Raise a cheer for our Saviour!" Harry went bright red and shot the large magical screen showing him a horrible glare before standing and waving around the stadium. A tremendous cheer went up and Harry ducked his head with a bashful grin. Even after all these years, he hadn't gotten used to the adoration of the Wizarding world. For the most part, at places like Diagon Alley and other places, it was just stares and whispers but in a public event like this he drew a lot of attention.
"Tell us, Harry, what brings you to our stadium tonight? Is it perhaps the famous rivalry?" Half the stadium erupted in 'whooshes' imitating the noise of an arrow streaming through the air and the other half of the stadium erupted in buzzing. Harry considered how to answer then reached down and grabbed Asguard's hand.
"I'm on a date!"
"Oooooh!" Cat calls went through the stadium and Harry went to sit with a blush, a hand clamping him on the shoulder so he turned around and stretched to hear what Mina Stainthorpe wanted to say.
"Heck of a way for you to spend a date, even with the Magpies coach." Harry grinned and gave a glance to Asguard who had a blank look on his face.
"Yeah, well, don't you know? Flying and Quidditch is one of my favourite things!" Asguard grinned and Harry felt a hand creep into his, linking their fingers. Stainthorpe leaned back and scribbled something on a piece of paper.
"I hope I can use that as a quote."
"Yeah, yeah, knock yourself out." Stainthorpe nodded and looked to Asguard.
"And you Mister Volos, have you got any quotes I might be able to use in my Match Review?"
"Not really, I'm just here for a date watching something both Harry and I enjoy." Stainthorpe nodded and didn't take down a quote from Asguard.
"We are one minute to game start. Referee Inghams wishes to pass on a message! Quieten down!" The stadium buzz dropped down low to listen to the commentator. "Inghams suggests that Mister Potter starts this match, so Mister Potter if you will? Thirty seconds till start and we all know you know the spell after all you started the semi-final world cup match between The Nordic Team and England here in this very stadium in 2006!"
"Ah…um. Do you mind?" Harry asked Asguard who shook his head with a laugh and released Harry's hand.
"No, no, go for the honour!" Harry stood; feeling like his face was going to overheat. Moving to the front of the stadium just as through the sonorous charm the Referee finished, announcing the release of the snitch and the bludgers into the stadium and reminding players of the rules. Then everybody's focus was on Harry. Harry charmed his own voice.
"I wish you all the best of luck, enjoy the game everybody. Let the match begin!" Harry fired off the twirling spark of white light that span into the centre of the pitch before sending a shower of light sparks down to the ground. And the players flew off, cheering beginning immediately.
Harry went back to his seat and slumped into the chair next to Asguard.
"So…I remember that match you started you know."
"You do?"
"Yeah, I was playing in it." Harry's eyes light up as he remembered the match and how the beaters Asguard Petterson and Asgeir Steirnhielm nee Knutson had taken down two out of three of Enland's chasers.
"Bloody hell, you know I never made the connection! You were Pettersson weren't you? When did you take the surname Volos then?" They had to pause in their talk because the Arrows had just scored and the din that went up and the sound of a whooshing arrow filled the air.
"I took it when my first child Freya was born back in 2000, but I kept the surname Pettersson for matches until I retired and then started using Volos."
"Ah I see. So what's your children's surname? Volos or Pettersson?"
"Well Freya is a Volos so is my youngest Leif. But Patrik is my heir so he'll always be Pettersson. Same will happen with your children, you'll be allowed to give your sons your family name to make sure the line continues but any girls will take the name Volos." Harry nodded then laughed.
"You seem so certain I'll be joining the mateship." Asguard twisted in his seat and put an arm around the back of Harry's chair.
"Well aren't you? The getting to know us is going well and Theo told me of your talk on Monday. I think we have put most of your worries at ease and you know you can get along with us all so why wouldn't you join?"
"Would you welcome me in the mateship?"
"Of course I would. You'd be great with us, and we'd be great with you. You'd be our sub and we'd love you. You already fit in and you complete all our corners so at this point it's merely a process of going through the formal motions of courting because it's practically a done deal."
"Oh it is, is it? You are so sure." Harry felt a little cross and tried to pull back but Asguard held him tight.
"Look, I'm no good with words, I'm not usually even much of a talker, I leave the chatting to everybody else especially Tyshawn. Just…what do your instincts tell you?" Harry thought about that, the truth of the matter staring him in the face plain as day. He would stay, he would be theirs. He would join the mateship. A rueful smile came to Harry's lips and he snatched a look at Asguard. Asguard met the gaze evenly. "With the mateship instinct comes first, brain after. Come here."
Harry did as bade, leaned closer to Asguard and Asguard gave him a brief kiss, just pressure and warmth. Harry shut his eyes in one long blink and then pulled back. A shout went up from the crowd and the commentator announced that somebody scored. Harry looked back to the game, holding Asguard's hand and leaning against his shoulder. It did feel good, it did feel right, and Harry's instincts were telling him that his brain was being a wizard not a Destined. Harry squeezed a little with Asguard's hand, and a squeeze answered back. Sure, they were strangers but that didn't mean anything. You grow and learn about each other over time; it would be the same in a mateship.
Authors note 2: Thank you for all the reviews! I answer them all as I see them though I believe I had to apologise to one reviewer whom I had overlooked.