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[…………] Dragons

{……………} Immortalis (tongue of the true immortals)

Voldermort's Current Hideaway

     "Well done Tom. Things are going to plan, but you must attack the riders before they bond to the dragons." The voice echoed from the soulless mirror beside his throne. Voldermort smiled sinisterly and threw a prisoner into the mirror and he was swallowed. Voldermort cackled.

Dragonsroost

     Emrys and Mya scrambled slowly out of bed, drawing on the energy of Axsis and Ash, and using the pair as supports stumbled into the rather lush bathroom. The two silver dragons guided them into the water and then glared pointedly at Leila.

     [Leila! We have guests!] Zara's voice echoed in her head. Leila could just picture the little dragon bouncing enthusiastically. [The flight commanders have arrived! And they are both descendents of the Raven!]. Leila smiled at her dragon and tripped back to her quarters to retrieve her cloak and staff, and shed the battle robe at least temporarily. Retrieving her dragon from the house elf's rather over enthusiastic ministrations. Gathering her dragon to her she tripped into the entrance hall, where two young men stood dressed in blue and silver, indicating both might know at least part of their heritage, but they probably were slytherins.

     "Welcome young lords. What makes you believe you belong here?" Leila looked at the young dark haired man and the silver-blond youngster. The blond stepped forward first.

     "There was a prophecy made for me by a seer … you would be surprised what blood hides in his veins … destined to ride a dragon … to battle Orannis beside the twin daughters of the raven and his spiritual father … he will be dragged into the darkness but the lore mistress will give him the key … let him speak with true emotion and he shall be free … and the key was the phrase you spoke when you escaped from my father. Scream a little dream of me…" Leila nodded, recalling the prophecy she had been told referred to one of the next flight commanders. "Welcome to Dragonsroost Serpens."

     Leila turned to the second man and felt a chill run up her spine. He was much like Salzaar reincarnated. He would make a powerful rider, but would be dangerous if he ever lost his dragon. "Mother was a seer and a friend of your grandmother who believed this prophecy to be true. She left me a potion saying i was born out of time and would make a mistake i would pay for a thousand fold. Mother's prophecy went thus … my child, born fifteen years too soon … master of his arts … lured into darkness and his power bound … but through the lore mistress shall be given a second chance … like his spiritual son he is destined to love a daughter of the raven and ride a golden dragon … his fate to fight at her side …"

Leila smiled at her memory of Serenity Snape, a beautiful woman brutalized by a truly evil man. She had loved the woman dearly and had promised to care for her soon when he came into his inheritance. "I believe you belong with us Master Darracs." Zara chirped in agreement and began to head towards the hatching cavern. " And if you would follow the little white dragon she'll take you to the hatching cavern."

Hogwarts

     Albus manipulated the wards to disguise the energy spike that indicated a form of transport Hogwarts had not seen in more than a full millennia. Scrolling through the registar he tried to identify which others might be called to the dragons. Sighing as he realised there was truly no way to tell, he set the list to one side, and contemplated the task of finding a new potions master, and a competent DADA professor – and it wasn't even as if he had the DA to pick up the slack, but his first and most important challenge was to calm the order down, appease a large red haired family and figure out what he could tell an interfering ministry …

Dragonsroost

     Zara butted the two flight commanders-to-be into position in front of the nest, just as two largish dark grey eggs hatched and their hatchlings lunged for the two men. Knocked to the ground, the light surrounded both men simultaneously.

     [Welcome Darracs. I am Loran, your life companion.]

     [Welcome Serpens. I am Keela, your life companion.]

Order Headquarters, Location Unknown

     "What in Merlin's name do you mean they've gone! How can you lose track of both of them?" Dumbledore arrived just in tie to see an irate looking Molly Weasley screaming at Kingsley Shacklebolt.

     "Molly calm down a second and think. What have the aurors found that was a constant between both locations apart from hints of the dark arts, most specifically dream manipulation?" Albus asked distracting Molly just long enough to allow Kingsley to escape.

     "A massive energy spike. Why Albus?" Molly replied calming down long enough to think what he had said.

     "What does the phrase Scream a little dream of me mean to you Molly?" Albus asked gently, willing the woman to remember her training as an unmentionable.

     "Oh Merlin. When the child mage is forced to fight … then the true dragons will take flight … the silver dragon will find her mage … and with her flight shall usher in a new age … It's got that bad? That phrase is a mage key, one bound to the more unusual powers of the Lore Mistress." Molly's truth sense kicked in as her mind calmed. "They called them Emrys and Mya did they not?

     "Yes Molly. I believe they have already bonded." She only just made it a chair, when she crumpled into it. "Molly are you alright?"

     Molly spoke mechanically. "Every Dragon rider has prophecy which ties them to their destiny right?" Albus nodded it was one of the few things Leila had told him. She had sensed that the riders would take to the skies in his times and he had to know at least some of the details. Molly sighed and removed the chain from around her neck and opened the locket to reveal a prophecy pearl. Tapping it with her wand a small heavily robed image appeared above the globe and began to speak.

     "dare to dream child but fate condemns … seven boys and a single girl your lot … but fear not when the dragons rise you'll be proud and the sacrifice be worth it … the first and second to be born alone, one may raise dragons, the other break curses, but both may ride the dragons … the third and fourth born together, but one will die early and the other try too hard, but he will be healed by the queens and aid light from inside … the fifth and the sixth born together, twin marauders, weapons smiths maybe … the seventh son may befriend the dragon queens, but never shall he ride a dragon … instead he shall follow the fourth strange as it may seem … the girl shall be tainted by the bastard serpent, but will rise above and take to the skies to defend the child she carries for the Lore Mistress and she is the fourth, avalon's heir …"

     "Percy had a twin born ten minutes before he was …"