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 2: Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme

"BOY!" his uncle roared, pounding on his door. "GET UP!"

Harry opened his eyes wearily and groped for his glasses on the bedside table. They weren't there. He sat up and felt himself push his specks into his face as he tried to rub his eyes awake. He groggily opened his door where Uncle Vernon stood next to his pig of a son, Dudley Dursley.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon?" Harry said dazedly.

"Me and the family are going out to shop and then go over to one of Dudley's friend's house for lunch. YOU are to stay here." Vernon said forcefully. "YOU. WILL. NOT. LEAVE. THIS. HOUSE." Vernon said, pocking Harry in the chest with every word and flying spit. "Got it, boy? If we find anything out of place…you will not like the consequences."

Harry nodded, slowly processing the words his uncle had just said. The whale of an uncle turned and Dudley gave him one final shove onto his rear before following the beefy man.

The skinny boy got back onto his feet and locked the door as soon as they were gone, their car screeching out of the driveway. Harry watched them from behind the front window curtains and felt relieved as they left quickly. He would not be bothered by them today at least. And only two more weeks before school started again.

"Are…you going to Scarborough Fair? Parsley…sage, rosemary…and thyme…"

Harry felt as though he had been smacked with an iron hammer. That voice…Draco? No, the dragon had only been from his dreams! Harry began to search frantically upstairs and downstairs for any sign of a gigantic, gentle singing dragon.

He opened the backyard door and heard the voice more clearly now. "Draco?"

"Remember me to one who lives there…she was once a true love of—oh, Harry, there you are!" Draco's voice exclaimed, stopping his gentle song. "You're awake! Lovely song, Scarborough Fair, I picked it up along the years, somewhere in the thirteenth century…"

"Oh, why yes, it's beautiful…erm…Draco, why are you here?" Harry asked. "Well, where are you exactly?" he asked again, his arms outstretched for the invisible dragon. "…are you really here or am I going crazy?" Harry asked, more to himself.

Suddenly, Draco was there in front of him. "No, you're not crazy, lad. I was in camouflage, a very useful skill to us dragons, especially since your trust in my kind have been faltering lately. So, are you mortal humans still like that? Dragons are the bad guys?" Draco asked, lying on his belly in the Dursley backyard.

"Well, more of…dragons can't talk and we try to keep them hidden from muggles, really." Harry said quickly. Right now, he was more afraid someone would see Draco like one of the neighbors or the Ministry of Magic would spot him—this was not good.

"Oh? Interesting…who is this 'we' that tries to hide dragons? Why can't dragons talk?" Draco asked.

Harry was jumping up and down, looking into nearby yards to see if anyone was spying on them. "Er…Draco, right now might not be a good time to talk. You can't stay here, you have to leave!" Harry said urgently. "Can you fly away in camouflage?"

"Young Harry, I will not leave you. I owe you my life and will stick by your side if ever you are in trouble. You have ended centuries of pain and loneliness…I am quite sure my dear friend, Bowen, must be dead, rest his soul… Will you be my friend, Knight of Gryffindor?" Draco asked, his eyes pleading.

All his friends must have died centuries ago, Harry thought sadly. He was alone in a strange time.

"Well, Draco, you see, I'm not really a knight. Some people think of me as one because everyone expects me to save the day and all…but a real night like back in the old days? I don't think so…"

He surprised to see Draco smile. "Well, all you must do is to follow the Old Code just like Bowen. You seem to have all the good traits of a knight. We will dub you one now, hand me the magical sword you unstuck from me, lad."

Harry raised a brow. What had happened to the sword?

"Over in the bushes, lad." Draco said, nudging him gently toward the hedges with his nuzzle. Once Harry had found it and given it to him, Draco took it, holding it by his teeth. "Repeat after me, Harry."

Harry nodded to follow along, kneeling on one leg as Draco instructed and bowed his head.

"A knight is sworn to valor." Draco said in his deep, royal voice like a true king himself.

"A knight is sworn to valor." Harry repeated.

"His heart knows only virtue." Draco said.

"His heart knows only virtue." Harry repeated also.

"His blade defends the helpless."

"His blade defends the helpless."

"His might upholds the weak."

"His might upholds the weak." Harry said. He had to protect and free the wizard world from Voldemort…

"His word speaks only truth."

"His word speaks only truth."

"His wrath undoes the wicked."

"His wrath undoes the wicked." Harry said at last…did this all have to be related to Voldemort too? Was this the wicked that the Old Code meant for him?

The cold metal blade of the soldier touched each side of his shoulders.

"You can stand now, Harry." Draco said. "You are now Sir Harry Potter, knight of Gryffindor." The name gave Harry excited chills.

Draco gave Harry the plain sword. Draco could sense the magic in the sword grow stronger. "So, lad, I will not leave your side. You must come with me so I can see to it that you are safe at all times." Draco said firmly. Harry could tell he meant it, he was a dragon of honor, alright.

Harry knew he couldn't keep him here in Little Winging. There were too many muggles and too little room…how would the Order say to keeping him at headquarters…they wouldn't. He would get in the way and most likely the adults would think he was dangerous and take him to the Ministry to be observed. A headline reading AMAZING TALKING DRAGON DISCOVERED BY BOY-WHO-LIVED on the Daily Prophet flashed in his mind. So the Ministry was out too, he couldn't sell Draco to them like that.

Draco truly wanted to protect him.

"Hogwarts, we will have to go to Hogwarts." Harry said finally. But he could not trust Draco's existence with anyone. "Okay, look, I'm gonna get us something to eat, pack my stuff up and send a note to someone in Hogwarts so they'll know of my arrival and I'll leave a not for Aunt Petunia as well, I guess."

Harry quickly disappeared into the house, finally noticing a plate of eggs and sausages that must have been left for him by his aunt. He quickly scribbled a note for her on the fridge knowing she would be the first to spot it. He quickly scribbled another note and ran upstairs to retrieve his things.

He began to unceremoniously fling things inside his trunk: robes, books, parchment, etc. He stuck his wand in his back pocket, ignoring what Mad-eye had once told him regarding his rear end and an explosion. He tied the note on Hedwig's leg and sent her off to the castle school, to give it to the first trusted Order member she would find.

At Hogwarts…

Moments later, Hedwig flew into the great hall, startling the teachers from their breakfast, some of them absent for summer vacation. Hedwig quickly spotted the hooked nose of one Severus Snape as he was beginning to take a sip of orange juice from his goblet. She landed on him, screeching urgently.

"What the devil—" he cried, trying to calm the owl. He calmed her enough to squawk on the breakfast table, with a few raised brows from the other professors.

He quickly read the note.

"Minerva," he said, leaning toward the older lady sitting next to him, calmly eating her breakfast as Hedwig picked at Severus's. He whispered to her and gave her the note.

"We need to see Albus," she quickly said.

"Okay, now that's done…" Harry ran down the stairs, almost tripping and took the plate of sausages and eggs. He lugged his stuff behind him and Hedwig's cage. "Hungry, Draco?" Harry asked. When the dragon nodded, he threw the contents of the plate in his hand at Draco who caught everything in one snap, a very nerving sight to see to Harry.

"I'll have to tie all this stuff somehow on you, sorry. I hope it won't be a burden." Harry said, taking some rope from the backyard shed. "I can't use magic outside of school…"

"Magic?" Draco asked curiously, licking his lips of Harry's breakfast.

"Oh, yeah…let's just say I'm a wizard in training." Harry quickly said, tying everything securely.

He climbed on top of the dragon, taking hold of his horns again. As they rose safely the clouds from muggle view and Harry saw Draco begin to camouflage. He saw himself begin to camouflage with him along with everything else in tact with the dragon. They were soaring at such a speed, Draco's wings beating gracefully at his sides. It was amazing.

Everything in Harry's stomach had knotted up in excitement from the rushing wind in his face. He pulled his Quidditch goggles over his glasses.

"So, young lad, what is a muggle? And if you're a wizard in training…are you the apprentice wizard to the great Merlin himself?" the dragon asked, almost yelling above the sound of the speeding wind.

Apprentice of Merlin? At this Harry raised his brow in confusion.

"Let me teach you the song, Scarborough Fair now…"

Remember to one who lives there…she was once a true love of mine.

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a/n Okay, so Merlin isn't in the story yet. He was mentioned at least… Well, Merlin brings in the real plot really. I love the song "Scarborough Fair", just had to put it in here.

Please read and review, I really want to know what you think…erk…please be nice.