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This is my first Harry Potter fic. If you send flames or I'll send the God of Chaos on you, and use the flames to roast marshmallows. But I am open to suggestions in my reviews. Plus I won't post another chapter until I get some reviews.

-EdoR

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Listen with your heart, you will understand

With a mighty dragon, a great battle is at hand

Listen with your soul, let be your guide

With a mighty dragon, you will learn with pride

Listen to the dragon, it will help you win the fight

A mighty dragon fights for the Light

For you are a Dragoon Maiden

-Old Dragon Chant sung by Dragon Seers and Healers

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In the beginning of our story the world was on the verge of war with a terrible dark power that was destroying we knew. He was killing anyone who stood in his way, both wizard and muggle kind. For eleven years he caused mayhem and destruction, striking fear into the people. For he believed he could cleanse this world of the bad blood.

But within a year two more powers were born into young babes. One boy, the other a girl. The boy had a mother that was supposedly been born of muggle blood, while his father was pureblooded, but his mother was still highly respected in the community, but that's another story.

Mean while the girl was born into some of the purest families. She was also born into one of the highly respected royal families there were. The heritage of her father as well as the identity of him was kept secret from everyone even her mother's own brother. If they were found out the consequences would be deadly.

Our story begins three days before that fateful Halloween...

Chapter One: Things that Become

Khanmenotep Drakealis, Khan by his friends, believed this day started just like any other day. He lived in a small town inWiddleton, England. The rays caught onto a manor on a massive ledge that over hanged the small town. The house was a beautiful white. The doors were made of bronze. On the door was a golden dragon head knocker with the name Drakealis. Behind the manor stretched miles of woods and plains. Also a small set of stables sat a few yards away from the stable that housed a few horses.

He was also considered a brilliant young man with plenty of money to go with it. And lets not forget handsome with his soft grey eyes, and long dark grey almost black hair, dark tan skin, and imposing height. Plus his Egyptian accent that seemed to make some women melt before him.

But he wasn't what called normal. He often did things that seemed to confuse the villagers in town. He would disappear for days than return all bloodied and beaten, and collapse outside the village. And every time they would bring him into the local inn and there he would recover. He couldn't blame them for acting this way. There had always been strange noises coming from the manor making everyone in the town edgy. No one dare guess what it was about. Heck no one even knew what he did. They probably would take any opportunity to turn him into the nearest asylum, for his father was quite eccentric and was often considered a crazy, and so was he.

The front door opened and Khan stepped out into the sun. He yawned and stretched his neck. For years his family lived here and there in their several richly stately mansions. When his parents died he and his sister Nefertara decided to share the manors. But she preferred the largest one of all that was somewhere hidden in the deepest woods.

He bent over to pick up the newspaper of the step. He turned on his heel and walked into the manor.

Inside the manor the lanterns and chandeliers glowed dimly. In the corner was a TV and components lying around.

"I need to call someone about that." He said as he looked at the phone on the wall.

With a sigh he collapsed onto the green couch and leafed through the mail that came with the paper.

With an aggravated grunt he threw the letters onto the table before him. Still no letters from his twin sister.

Little they knew that he lead another life, a secret life that involved a secret and forgotten community. He didn't think his neighbors would think highly of him if his twin sister not to mention his friends suddenly came over. The neighbors would take any chance to kick him out of his fine mansion and land. They never liked anything out of the ordinary. Of course he would give up his fine mansion to see his young niece. He hadn't heard from his sister for a month. She would always contact him someway.

Nefe had disappeared into hiding months ago with her husband and newborn daughter when a threating note was found in her mail. He couldn't blame her, besides everything about her is so mysterious. Khan had never seen Nefe's husband, heck he didn't even know how long they had been married.

For weeks he wanted to see her face to face. He only had heard her beautiful voice in her letters that she sent him. He knew that she was hiding in a small two-story house somewhere in London. She never told him were she was in fear that someone would look at them.

He was calmly reading his paper when he heard the door belle rang. He carefully tucked the paper under his teacup and told his servants to not answer the door. He opened the door while fingering something in his bathrobes. He said opening the door.

In the doorway was a thin young blonde woman with blue eyes. Khan withdrew his hand from his pocket. "Why must you do that Rose?"

Rose smiled and walked into the manor. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of the manor. There was trash on the floor. Books were scattered on the chairs. There were also clothes hanging on everything possible. "I enjoy coming over unannounced, but in this case I say I have bad timing. What's wrong."

Khan collapsed onto the couch. "I haven't got a letter from my sister for a while."

Rose shook her head. "How long has it been Khany?" Rose said sitting down next to her.

"A month."

"A month?"

"Yeah."

"Come Khany, she has her own life and things to do. She probably got tied up."

Knan snorted. "You have no idea, and stop calling Khany."

Rose crossed her arms and pouted.

Khan rubbed his temples. "Now tell me why did you come up here for besides to bug me."

Rose ignored that comment. "There's someone down in the pub asking for you, so my father sent me up here to get you." She said as she headed to the door, and slammed it on her way out.

Khan snorted. "And good riddance." He said as he walked up the stairs to his chambers.

Rose was the daughter of the man who owned the local pub called The Dragon's Claws. She always fawned over him and the more he ran the more she followed.

Khan slipped a black turtle sweater, grey slacks and a pair of unusual high black leather boots. HE mounted onto a grey gelding and headed to the pub.

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The man who was waiting to meet Khan was a man that people here have never seen before. He had long slivery hair and a beard that could be tucked into his belt. He wore emerald robes and a dark green cloak. He had a long crocked nose that looked to be broken at least twice. He had green high-heeled buckled boots. His eyes were a light sparking blue behind half moon spectacles. At his side was a basket full of some kind of bundle. Bob the pub owner had only seen one other person that dressed in the 'old fashion' as he called it, and that was the late Master Tutmose Drakealis.

"Anything I can get you Mister" Bob asked the unusual stranger

"Yes, do you by any chance have some lemon drops."

"I'll see what I can do." Bob said setting down to tankards at his table in the private parlor and slipped into the storeroom.

The bell above door rang as Khan entered the pub. Bob walked out of the storeroom. "Ah Khan. Got Rose's message I see. The gent over there." he said pointing at the private parlor.

Khan pulled back the curtains to see the man called Albus Dumbledore.

Khan laughed. "Fancy seeing you here headmaster." Hs said sitting down across from him.

"I'm here on business Khan. When was the last time you heard from Nefe."

"A month." He stopped suddenly as Bob appeared setting a bowl of lemon drops.

"You know Headmaster I never figured out why you like those muggle sweets so much."

Khan said taking a sip from his tankard.

"They are quite enjoyable." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling merrily. "and I'm no longer your headmaster so call me Albus."

"Alright sir. So how are James, Lily and Harry." Khan said leaning forward.

Slowly the twinkle in his eyes faded. "They are fine but I can't say the same for Nefe."

Khan's hand began to tremble. "W-w-what d-do y-you m-m-mean?"

Dumbledore slowly shook his head. "When Aurors went to the safe-house were they were hiding the found a tragic site. The house was in shambles, it lay in ruins. Nefe was found in the rubble of the master bedroom. She had been dead for two days. I'm sorry."

Khan squeezed his eyes shut to hold back the tears. "Does that mean that Bes..?" Khan said, his voice wavering.

"No." Dumbledore said the twinkle returning to his eyes. "Bes was found sleeping, covered in torn and tattered piece of a robe. Apparently she tore it off of her attacker."

"Where is she?" Khan said, rising from his chair.

"Clam yourself my boy. Bes is here in the basket. Nefe died defending the thing that was most precious to her. Her daughter." Dumbledore reached down and pulled a bundle out that was wrapped in black fabric and a cat-sized stuffed dragon.

Khan pulled away the cloth to meet the sleeping face of his niece. Slowly his face broke into a smile as he cuddled her. "What about her father? Where there any signs of him?"

Dumbledore grimly shook his head. "She is quite lucky to be alive but Voldemort might have plans for her."

Khan raised an eyebrow as he pulled away at a small leather armband that was around her left arm. He cringed at the sight of the ugly black mark.

Dumbledore sadly shook his head. "She will probably bear that mark for the rest of her life Voldemort wanted by why he didn't take her, I don't know."

Khan stood up still holding the bundle. "I must protect Albus, for the moment the Drakealis family shall disappear for a few days. We will meet again Albus sir. And I hope it will be on better circumstances." Khan said slinking out of the parlor. When he turned around Dumbledore had already vanished.

"Come Bes, our journey has only begun." Khan said holding Bes close to him and rode into the sunset.

Bes continued to sleep as a thin gold chain that was around her neck dangled as they rode. She could only dream as fate had in store for her.

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