Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter, Merlin Ambrosius, or Draco from Dragonheart.

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Of Wizard and Dragon Hearts

by theravenwaits

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Chapter 1: Harry and the Sword in the Dragon

Harry Potter, chosen savior for the wizard world by some cruel twist of fate, boy-who-lived from the dark hands of possibly the most evil wizard ever and least normal person ever to be countered upon began his journey. He was clueless as to what the stars have been telling the centaurs in the forbidden forest or to the visions Professor Trelawney has been experiencing lately. He would soon begin a crazy and insane journey. Impossible as it may be to pile more trouble on a lad as one Harry Potter, it is only to be expected of him. It seems this young boy might have a few tricky higher beings that seem to take a liking in playing tricks with him.

But before his journey would begin, Harry, wizard of impossible feats, would be stuck to plucking weeds in his aunt Petunia's petunia patch in the backyard. He could hear the screeching of his uncle's beat up car speed out of the driveway. Apparently, Dudley must have been late to another one of his wrestling meetings.

He only hoped today he wouldn't bring his team mates back to the house for some snacks…and practice their moves on a certain black-haired, green eyed, speckled boy. He rubbed his forearm tenderly were a bruise had been "playfully sported" as his cousin had told his aunt.

If his aunt was more concerned for him or if he'd use his magic on her son, he couldn't tell or cared.

"Boy," his aunt called.

Harry brushed the sweat off his forehead and squinted as the sun radiated brightly in his eyes. His aunt placed a tray of cold lemonade on the backyard table under the umbrella. He licked his lips as he saw the ice cold drinks sweating underneath the shade. He watched his aunt leave him with a fleeting look before retuning to the kitchen.

Was that for him?

As he held the cold glass in his hands and greedily drank it in two gulps he stopped. His aunt had been acting very strange since he had returned from school, making his stay not as bad as he had thought it would be. After what happened with Voldemort, the department of mysteries…and Sirius, she wasn't so bad.

As soon as he was done emptying the pitcher, he returned to his work on the petunia patch and noticed for the first time how beautiful the flowers were. As he picked another handful of weeds, he stood seeing his work was done.

He felt rather proud of himself.

And there in the middle of the patch, he saw a white lily growing among the soft pastel petunias. His heart felt heavy and yet flying as he returned inside the Dursley house.

It was late at night as Harry looked out the barred window of his cousin's second room. The stars were very dim tonight, he thought wistfully. He was picking at the pages of his Astronomy textbook, trying to concentrate on his given homework. He looked back up at the sky, trying to look for the constellation of Sagittarius.

A star winked at him and curiously, Harry couldn't take his eye off it.

Peering at the constellation star chart in his books, he read the star name "Eltanin" and another next to it "Rastaban". He looked at the constellation these stars belonged to and felt a smile creep across his lips. Draco, one of the most curious constellations he remembered his astrology professor say in class once.

There were a few pictures of dragons on the same page also.

Flashes of scattered memories from his fourth year came to mind when he battled against a dragon trying to guard the golden egg. That wasn't a memory he chose to remember, not much in his fourth or fifth year he chose to relive. But he could not forget.

Who could forget their own godfather?

Harry looked outside the window again and saw Draco's stars twinkling more brightly than before. There was something very odd about Draco's constellation. Something was sticking out of the dragon's side, made of stars as the rest of the form was. The stars suddenly got dimmer as Harry yawned with exhaustion.

He set his head down against his pillow, thinking he would finally finish his homework tomorrow night. Tomorrow he would finish trimming the hedges in the front, meet with Mrs. Figg for tea and—but for now, he would sleep.

Finally, the sleepkeeper had his hold on him and tugged Harry's eyes shut, leaving the dreamweaver to play with the young wizard's mind.

Harry woke up, reaching out for his glasses on his bedside table. He felt nothing at his reaching grasp. He opened his eyes wearily and saw that he was not in his room.

"Hello, who is there?" an unfamiliar voice called out. Harry stood instantly, groping his pants pockets for his wand. Great. He was unarmed in a strange and unknown land. "Is anyone there? Bowen? Anyone?" the tired and deep voice called. Harry heard a tired and melancholy sigh and then a strange song echo around him.

"Pastime with good company…I love, and shall until I dye;
Grudge who will, but none deny, so God be played, this life will I:
For my pastence…Hunt, sing, and dance…
My heart is set…
All goodly sport…
To my comfort…
Who shall me let?"

"Hello, who are you?" the voice said once the singing had stopped. Harry turned around and froze, a shade of pale white on his face as he gasped in terror.

There, right in front of him was a dragon…a talking dragon who could sing…but a very, very large dragon. The dragon starred intently at him, his breath could be felt from the distance that was between the massive beast and the boy just by his strong nostrils.

Harry couldn't speak; he was only focusing on the dragon's sharp teeth as he gave the young wizard a very amused smile. The dragon was smiling at him.

And he could talk!

"Now, now, my boy, I shan't harm you. As you can see, I am injured and can barely stand from the pain. Pray tell your name, my lad." Harry finally looked into the dragon's eyes, his fear decreasing at the beast's calm, friendly and low voice.

"M-My name is Harry," he finally stuttered. The dragon smiled at him, his arms crossed casually in front of him. The dragon's massive wings were laid on top of him like a blanket. "Do you know where I might be…er…"

"Draco, my name is Draco. I am the last of the dragons and protector of humans." he said with a relaxed tone. "Come closer, Harry, I will not harm you. As I have just said, I am a protector of you mortal beings, humans."

Harry took a cautious step forward. "Draco…" It was hard to call him this, the name belonging to the most arrogant student of one Slytherin House. He noticed something sticking to his side. Was he the constellation "Draco"? A sword, familiar to him somehow, was stuck painfully inside the dragon's belly. It was rather plain unlike Godric Gryffindor's sword he had used to battle the basilisk in his second year.

"I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. You might be the last of the talking dragons, though no has ever known such kinds, but there are still plenty of dragons around the world. My best friend's brother works with them all the time." Harry said.

Draco looked confused. He gave a sad sigh. "Would have happen to know of a man called Bowen?" Draco asked hopefully. "He's my friend and maybe he will know how to free me."

Harry, seeing the pained look in his face, felt all his fear evaporate. He was lost too and could not find his friend. Harry quickly ran to the dragon's side as he gave out a painful groan. "This cursed sword has been stuck in me for centuries, but I can't die…" the beast said mournfully.

Harry knelt by the sword. It had made a clean cut but there was not blood or sign of a wound around it. Was it a magical sword? "Maybe I could remove it for you." Harry said.

"No, no, my lad, I'm afraid not. No one but the true—"

"Now see here, though," Harry said. "If I do take it out and treat your wound. Promise you won't hurt me?" Harry asked.

The dragon looked taken back. "Harry, I've already said before that I would not—" Draco felt the pain disappear and Harry walked to face the dragon, smiling as he held the plain sword in his hand.

"There, that's better now, isn't it, Draco? It's a very old sword and very plain. Were you attack by some peasant or…Draco, what's the matter with you? Draco?" Harry asked. Why did the dragon have that look on his face? Was he going to eat him now?

Draco stood and Harry watched in awe, gaping at his tremendous height. His powerful wings were beating around him, sending gusts of wind toward him. "Sorry, my boy, forgot you were there." Draco apologized.

How did the boy release him?

The dragon beamed at the boy. Draco looked at the awkward skinny lad with pride. This young boy, he owed his life to him. He would have to hold up his honor. He owed the boy his life.

Harry leaped backward, landing on his back as Draco bowed deeply before him. "I will be at your service, young Harry of…what realm and what parts are you from, lad?" Draco asked. Harry, recovering from his fall stood quickly. What did he mean by realm and parts? He thought of something quickly and told him.

"Very well, what do they call you, my boy?"

He told him the first thing that came to his mind.

"I owe you my life, Golden Knight of Gryffindor from Hogwarts. Climb on my back and we will get out of here together." Draco said, lowering himself as much as possible. Harry, still hesitant about trusting Draco, climbed on his back and took a good hold of Draco's horns. He saw from over the dragon's head as the powerful wings began to move violently at his sides.

And suddenly, they were flying.

And Harry felt himself leaving Draco…his dream was ending…

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a/n Or is it? Well, anyways, the song Draco's sing is real. It's a Scottish song called "Pastime with Good Company" except the spelling was completely different. I hope you like this first chapter lots.

Please! READ AND REVIEW! For the love of Merlin! (…who will be featured soon…)