The Rider

Chapter Two

Okay, so Harry might have lied when he said that he was sure, and his perfectionism side chose to be worst than Hermione's at the time. Causing him to lose half a night's sleep. Thank Merlin for the house elves's willingness to provide coffee to fourteen year olds and his Invisibility cloak.

After some research, Harry was proven correct in his assumptions, the egg was in fact a Moonwater dragon's. A dragon that was apparently the rarest of all dragons, simple because they couldn't be found. Few researchers have theorised that there might be close to a thousand Tenebris unfound. Others assume the race is extinct, and that they died out sometime in the third century or were myths, traces of fiction drawn from imagination. Harry, personally was inclined to agree with the first theory.

The question he now had was why Luna gave him an egg. When he had managed to cornered her in the library, she told him the answer was in the journal. Harry thought to the journal he was given. He was only aloud one entry per day, and he was sure there was a spell on the pages to make certain that he could only read one entry.

The next morning, after he awoke from his nightmare filled sleep, Harry decided to follow Luna's advice. Crawling over his bed he reached into his trunk pulling out the journal from beside the egg. He flipped over the drawing, wondering how many more he would find, and if they would all be by the same person.

December 13th, 999,

Dear Journal, Melvin's dragon, Neila, is ready to start riding. Melvin was super excited when she told him, he's been looking forward for this for, well, forever. I'm so glad I got to watch them. It was like watching the festival dancers, or a star shower, so beautiful.

Neila's so pretty with her sapphire blue scales and emerald eyes, such a rarity for Yakuti dragons. One of the Givers had to give it to him - she lived Sweorice - it's over a thousand miles from here. That's probably the furthest an egg has come from in five decades to the village. We've had some from the neighboring kingdoms, but not as many in recent years. Makes me wonder how many the other villages have found near home. Well, that's a question for another day.

On to more exciting news, my eggs is going to hatch in three months! That two less than Javier's dragon, and his was one of the fastest hatchings in a century. Oh, I'm so excited, Mama said that I might jump through the roof. Papa laughed and said that it's alright for our darling little girl to be excited, it's her dragon, after all. I huffed and walked away, but it really did mean a lot to that Papa believes in me.

In learning my dragon will be here in three months, I have done more research to help understand what to do. It says that Luxes need sunlight for healthy hatching, almost the opposite of all other dragons, which explains why I found so easily, but Tenebrises need nightlight to hatch properly, they also both need the opposite to mature. Luxes need to kept warm, well Tenebrises need to be kept cool. I found that they are opposites with similar needs. Cool, right?

Bye for now Journal.

Harry sighed as he closed the journal, at least now he knew how to take care of the egg. That was good, he thought. He wondered if he should tell Ron or Hermione? And what did he do if his egg hatched before the person from the journal's? There were plenty of people he could enlist for help if he needed it. He just needed to find who.

"Harry, mate, are you up yet?" he heard. Groaning, he placed the book under his pillow. Ron had some of the worst timing ever, he was sure.

"Yeah, I'm up," he said.

"Great, breakfast ends in half an hour, and the train leaves in two."

"Scratch that," he grumbled under his breath, "Hogwarts does."

A/N: Sweorice is - and don't quote me on this - an Old English name for Sweden. Neila means sapphire blue, so it fits with the naming dragons after what they look like or their breed theme the family has.