Being a parselmouth, Harry is hired by all of the Dragon Sanctuaries. His new job: to travel the world, check on all the dragons, talk to them and learn about them. The dragons have also heard of Harry's talent - as an artist and they can be pushy about having their portrait painted. With dragons, magizoologists and shades of Dark Lords after him, Harry's life is anything but dull.

Her big yellow eyes opened slowly. Those stupid two-legs had brought her and her young with them to this place so far away from their home. She wasn't pleased with them but would go along with it for now. There was a rustle in the bushes not to far away from her cage. "Well, well if it isn't a little Dovahkiin," she said. - Warning for Yaoi. If you don't like it then don't read.