Draco's heart was pounding hearing the door bust open. Who was the intruder? He felt a hand run up and down his back.
In a groggy voice Charlie had questioned what was wrong.
Draco panted, "Someone is in the house."
"Draco... It's just Leo. He was on the late shift tonight."
Draco felt immediate relief. He took a big gulp of air and laid his head back down on Charlies chest. He now felt silly forgetting about how Leo came home late some nights.
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The week past by without any incidences on the reserve. Draco spent more time out flying in the field. His group in the middle of week, which included Graham, Kanrik, and Guy investigated the large holes that had appeared in some areas.
The looks of the holes seemed it had be dug out by the dragons, but it was never heard of dragons to dig such large holes. Upon them investigating Aurora Potter had appeared and examined the particular hole. They had found nothing of evidence and no one wanted to climb down the massive pit.
With Potter and Graham around Draco felt uncomfortable. He had been grateful Graham had found him the day he had fallen out of the sky, but knowing he was a werewolf made him uneasy. Along with the fact Graham was always casting dirty glances at Draco.
Though, he did seem to do that with everyone here on the reserve.
Potter on the other hand was a new level of uneasy. Draco still knew Potter blamed him for the death of Indigo. What was worst was how in the beginning he always seemed to be hiding around the corner somewhere.
Anytime Draco had been out on the field Harry has so happened to be flying with his team as well. At least for the past few days he had seemed to stop, maybe due to the fact Charlie had spoken to him about his fixation.
Draco was thankful to have Charlie in his corner, and in his life. Draco would find himself pinching his arms to make sure his life with the red head wasn't a dream.
Charlie showed him so many wonderful experiences, and places. Each time they went out hiking there was always something new to be found and explored. It was such a thrill to get sweaty, dirty, and most of all to feel wanted by someone.
No matter how good things seemed to be going right now, there always seemed to be something looming in the background. A gut sinking feeling, the feeling Draco always got thinking about his father. He knew in his heart and mind his father was up to something.
Draco was never allowed to defy him. Lucius was a vengeful man, it wouldn't be a surprise if he got vengeance on his own son. Vengeance on leaving Lucius's control at the manor, for a dragon reserve. Draco's father would never accept him as his own person with his own thoughts and opinions.
When the group finished surveying the hole, Guy had decided to call it a day. Kanrik and Graham flew off. Before Guy had the chance to head back to the reserve Draco strode over to Guy, wanting to speak with him. Potter remained also.
The large trees of the forest were quite still as they spoke, the only noise that could be heard were some bird singing in the distance. There were large moss covered rocks and logs where they were standing. A patch of knats kept circling around the area looking for food.
"Guy" Draco started, "I needed to ask if you'd come to my cabin once we leave here." Draco noticed Potter looming in on the conversation. "Look, I know I've mentioned that my father had been sending me these constant letters,"
Guy interpreted, "Yes, I do recall this. Charlie's mentioned it as well. I have to ask why haven't you opened any?"
"It just freaks me out is all." Draco wiped his palms on his robe, "I mean he's an ex death eater, and as cowardly as I sound, I'm scared to see what those letters hold."
He continued with all ears listening, "I honestly feel he could be up to something to get revenge on me for coming here." Draco finished taking a gulp of air.
The three men stood there next to the massive dragon dug hole as the birds kept singing in the background.
Draco felt Potter's intense spectacled gaze on him, with his arms crossed, looking serious.
Guy ran his hand over his dark bald head, "Draco, we will check it out, alright. If he is an ex death eater, he may be a cause for concern.. but why would he kill the dragon?"
Harry finally spoke, "Lucius has always been on watch since the war, I doubt he has any involvement, but I'll come with you Guy to read these over. You never know, something might come of it... " His gaze bearing into Draco.
The discussion was settled the three of them would fly back to the cabin at the end of the trail.
They mounted their brooms and flew above the thick green forest, leaving the buzzing knats behind.
Draco felt relief, but at the same time a deep anxiety. The anxiety from never opening the letters, deep down he new their would be nasty words and threats written upon the pages. He prepared himself for the dread he would soon be feeling. Please let Charlie be there, he thought to himself.
