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Bahamut lazed about his bed in the hufflepuff dorm with a dopey smile on his face. Being a hufflepuff was turning out to be perhaps the best decision he'd made in a long time. The dorms were located right next to the kitchen and there was even a window where he could order food whenever he pleased. Though the other children did give him weird looks when they all ordered ice cream and he ordered a steak. A very rare steak. They also had their own rooms. Another plus since that meant he didn't have to take extra precautions when talking to his spectral companion.

Speaking of his spectral companion, Samedi was currently in the dorm room above his perving on the seventh year girls dorm. Say what you will about the old bastard he was enjoying his limited freedom to the fullest. A minute later he sank down from the ceiling and slumped onto the end of Bahamut's bed with a wide toothy grin. "Good lord." he said wiping invisible sweat off his brow. "I keep getting older and they stay the same."

Bahamut gave him a pointed look. "Gross."

Samedi grinned before slipping off his hat and producing two glasses and a large jug with three comically large X's on it. "So tell me, my not so scaly friend. What's our next move?" Samedi poured a dark green liquid into the two glasses and handed one to Bahamut before raising his glass.

Bahamut took the glass and sniffed gave the liquid an experimental sniff. It smelled strongly like alcohol and faintly of corn, pears and rotted meat. He shrugged and toasted Samedi and drank the liquid. It was surprisingly smooth and didn't burn his throat until it hit his stomach and it felt like a mule had kicked him square in the gut and started to cough and sputter. Samedi laughed before downing his own glass and smacking his lips. "What the hell is that?" he asked.

"Shine my friend, shine." Samedi said. "The most potent alcohol you can find and this is my own special brand. I figured we should celebrate a little."

Bahamut Glared at the madly grinning Loa for a moment before standing up cracking his neck. "I may have a plan." he leaned against the dresser and faced Samedi folding his arms against his small frame. "Unfortunately I can't really do it during the school year. I have a few friends in high and low places that may be able to shed some light on my current predicament."

"Oh, so why haven't you gone to them before this?" Samedi asked.

"Resources." Bahamut stated bluntly. "Before now i've had no access to resources. No money or options. And even then, i tried. But a toddler trying to buy a train ticket to France or the Netherlands tends to attract more attention than I originally thought it would." he remembered a specific instance where he was starved for a week after he was returned to the pig family by a constable.

Samedi gave Bahamut one of his insane smiles. "So now you got the green you can go wherever you need to, eh? Alright, so where do we start on our icle' globetrottin' adventure of ours."

Bahamut grabbed a few quills out his bag before channeling his magic into one and forcing it into a large map of the world and throw it against the wall where it stuck with a pleasant crinkling sound. "Top of my list would be Norway." Bahamut said as threw a quill at the map, the quill transforming into a dart as it flew and embedded itself into the wall with a resounding thunk. "Got an old… well , I hesitate to call him friend but an old acquaintance nonetheless." he threw another quill, embedding it into ireland. "After that, assuming my friend in norway fails us."

"Naturally." Samedi interjected, taking another sip from his glass.

"Naturally." Bahamut nodded. "We head into the Feywilds in Ireland. Titania owes me a favor."

"Who?" Samedi asked, raising one bone white eyebrow.

"Queen of the Fairy Folk and raging bitch." Bahamut explained, embedding another dart into Greece. "If that fails we head to Delphi and trip 'till something makes sense… or at least we think it makes sense."

"Isn't there supposed to be an oracle or something there?" Samedi asked as he produced a cigar from his hat and lit it with his finger.

Bahamut nodded. "Dead for far too long." he said, embedding a dart into China. "Then we pop in on an old friend in China. He probably won't be able to help us but he knows a lot of the celestials in the Jade Palace."

Samedi took a long drag from the cigar and exhaled a plume of smoke that nearly engulfed the room. Bahamut in the meantime threw another dart at the wall and heard it land with a resounding thunk. "After that we'll head to…" he waited for the smoke to clear. "Egypt." he frowned trying to think if he knew anybody in Egypt.

"What's in Egypt?" Samedi asked

"The Dead." Bahamut stretched and laid back down on the bed and let the stench of cheap tobacco lull him into a restless slumber.

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Bahamut's snores echoed like thunder around his lair as slept on his mound of gold and treasure. The day before was blissfully uneventful. Just as the day before and the day before that. That's how he preferred things nowadays. Boring and uneventful. Let the children have their petty squabbles and fight their meaningless battles over the females. Let the humans have their castles and pitiful magics. He was just fine napping for the next few centuries. Thank you very much.

It was then that he felt the alarms he had set go off. He sighed a heavy sigh and tucked his massive black crowned head under wing. Trying to ignore the alarm. He knew it couldn't be anything major. If it was something like one of his brothers he'd have sensed them coming ages ago. No, he decided. Whatever it was could wait until he had finished his ruddy good nap before he would even acknowledge the intruder.

Bahamut smelled the intruder long before he saw them. There was no mistaking that smell. It was humans… again. Honestly this was the third time this decade. Could these humans not understand what he was? Could they, in their limited capacity, truly not comprehend their own mortality? Of course not…

Soon enough they came barging into his bedchamber swords drawn, sticks ablaze with magic and shouting in their strange tongues. He felt their blades as they tickled his scales. He sighed again. They probably mistook it for a roar or something. And lifted his head to lazaly stare down at the intruders. There were three of them. A knight in armour holding a sword and a shield. Another with a mace and holding some type of holy symbol and finally an old man holding a stick.

The knight pointed his sword at him and began shouting. He was very far away from bahamut's head so he didn't quite make out what he was saying. Probably something about princesses. Knights liked to yell about those from time to time. Though he had no idea why. He had never kidnapped a princess in his life. The knight charged at him ready to strike. So he reached one massive claw out put his fore claw behind his thumb claw and flicked the flea away from him. The knight slammed into the wall behind his comrades with a dull clink and slid slowly down it leaving a slight blood trail. Landing, conveniently, next to the skeleton of the last knight who had met the same end. The old man with a stick began to fire bolts of light at him as he and the man with a mace hastily made their retreat. The light dissipating off his scales as they hit. Bahamut smiled to himself before resuming his nap.

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The next morning Draco awoke feeling sluggish and tired. He hauled himself from his bed and headed for the restroom to start his morning routine. the same routine he had meticulously kept since his father had showed it to him when he was a small child. First the teeth and breath charms, then the hair and acne charms and so on and so forth until he looked every bit the Malfoy scion he should be.

With that out of the way he walked to the slytherin common room, met up with Daphne, Pansy. Crab and Goyle, and began the long trek from the dungeons to the great hall.

"So." Draco started. "Harry, the Hufflepuff. I for one did not see that coming."Draco let out a frustrated sigh. "I thought for sure he was going to end up in Slytherin. Or at the very least Gryffindor." Crab and Goyle grunted in agreeance… or just grunted, he wasn't exactly sure.

"I know." Pansy responded. "But maybe it's better this way. If he were in gryffindor we'd be enemies. That would be bad. Especially after we put in so much effort to befriend him on the train."

Draco scrunched his face in thought. "I don't think that would have been a problem. He just has this weird way about things. Like he's here, but he's not… here. Does that make sense?" he asked the group at large.

Daphne walked a few steps behind the group of Slytherins. Her thoughts dragging her attention away from the ramblings of Draco towards the new found. She hesitated to call it friendship, with the boy-who-lived. Ever Since that day in the inn she had been second guessing herself. Had his eyes really been slitted like a snakes or was it just a reflection or something? Daphne shook her head. "It does, In a way. But I have a feeling he sees us as something other than friends. I don't think he means to but… " Daphne suddenly yelped a something struck her on the head and she stumbled into Crab who stumbled into Goyle who fell onto Draco who gave out a high pitched scream as he was forced to the floor by the weight of the two half ogres.

Pansy, who apparently had the best reflexes of the group, had managed to avoid the flailing mass of limbs and bodies of the three boys by quickly stepping to the left. "What was that?" she asked. Looking at Daphne for some kind of answer.

Daphne look around wildly for the source of what hit her. Finally her eyes rested on a small shoe resting a few feet away on the ground. Tentatively she walked over and picked up the shoe to examine it. Her brow furrowed as she handled the ordinary black dress shoe. Exactly the same as the pair she had on. The question now remains as to where it had come from. A question quickly answered as she heard a faint snore ring out from above her.

Slowly her eyes and the eyes of her compatriots rose to see the subject of there aforementioned conversation hanging from the ceiling as if someone had stuck him there by glue. Harry Potter, boy-who-lived and blatant horses ass was napping on the ceiling.

Daphne's eye began to twitch. Every time she turned her back on this boy for what seemed like only a few minutes she would turn back around only to find some type of chaotic tornado had struck while her eyes were averted. A sudden anger seemed to overtake her as she took the shoe and hurled it up towards the boys face where it struck with a satisfying, for her at least, thunk as it slammed into his face.

Harry's face scrunched up in pain before his eyes opened and he lazily gazed down at his friends. A sleepy smile made its way onto his lips as he sluggishly waved down at his friends. "Hey, guys. When'd you get here?" he asked as he stretched.

Draco's jaw hung open as he stared at his hanging friend. "When did we get here?" he asked incredulously. "What are you doing up there?!" he shouted.

"Oh you know… hanging out."

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