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Triumvirate of Power.
Griffin's gaze locked with that of the bird, and the boy smirked lightly. Extending his arm to the beautiful phoenix, the boy spoke softly. "It's about time you got here, I've missed you a lot."
The bird trilled softly and flew to his arm, settling comfortably on the strong limb. Ron heard the calm voice of his friend in his head. 'I'm not too late, am I? Dragon isn't even here yet. Besides, the inquisition wasn't so bad; they didn't really have the chance to ask you much.'
Ron snorted and walked out of the room. 'Says you, I thought it was horrible.'
Hermione giggled. 'I see that in these past few months, your social skills haven't improved much. You still don't like having an intelligent conversation with people.'
'Phoenix! That was mean.'
The bird trilled again and jumped off his arm while the boy opened the door leading to the common room, where his family was waiting for him. They all turned to the strange pair when they entered. Frowning, they all turned to look at the phoenix. Seeing the suspicion in their eyes, the bird shook her head lightly, and with a soft pop, Hermione was standing next to Ron. The boy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at all the changes that had befallen his friend. She was now wearing her hair pulled up in a ponytail, her skin was tanned, and she had replaced the dark dress she used to wear with a pair of shorts and a tank top. The girl looked around with a small smile on her lips.
"It's good to be back, even if it's too cold for my liking."
The girl turned to Ron and gently kissed his cheek. "I've missed you, my friend, it's been some time since we last saw each other."
The tall teen, smiled back and hugged her tightly to his chest. "It's very good to see you again, too, Phoenix. Now, if only Dragon would hurry up a bit, we'll be able to really start planning."
Hermione's smile broadened, and she turned to face the Weasley family, gently greeting them with a small nod. Watching them there, sitting together, reminded her of her own parents. Before leaving, she hadn't had much of a chance to get close to them again. That estrangement, while it hurt her, was not really new and had started soon after she got her letter to Hogwarts. They just weren't able to understand much about her life anymore, and while she would always love them, she knew that they would never be as close as they used to be.
"Griffin, has someone gone to warn my parents? I sent them a letter a few days ago, but I'm not sure when they're going to get it."
Ron nodded lightly. "Dumbledore will take care of them and of Sirius."
The girl raised an eyebrow. "And the Potters?"
Ron tightened his lips. "That is for Dragon to decide, Phoenix. We do not have the right to decide."
They gazed into each other eyes for some time, communicating without words, before Phoenix nodded in acceptance and went to sit down in front of Ginny. Ron followed her lead after taking a deep breath, knowing that his family wasn't going to let him go before their curiosity had been satisfied.
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Not far from there, a dark-haired boy appeared seemingly out of no-where. He was wearing dark jeans and a high-collared green shirt. He could have apparated closer to Hogwarts, but he knew that he needed to do something before returning to the school where his two best friends were waiting for him. The teen looked up and regarded the house in front of him. He could clearly feel his parent's energies coming from the house and knew they were both in their new home. Taking a deep breath, Harry reluctantly walked up the small walkway to the house and gently knocked on the door. A small house-elf answered and looked at him curiously.
"Can Treatty help you, sir?"
The teen smiled slightly down at the small being. "I would like to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Potter, please."
The elf nodded lightly and opened the door a bit more to allow him to come in. Once the door was closed after him, Harry turned to the house-elf, who was watching him with a bit of anxiety. "Treatty should tell master and mistress that sir is here, what name can Treatty give master and mistress?"
Harry thought about it for a moment. "You can tell them that Harry wishes to see them."
Treatty's eyes opened wide. "Harry? Young master Harry Potter?"
The boy raised an eyebrow but nodded all the same. The little elf quickly hurried out of the room, muttering to herself how she had to warn master and mistress that young master was there. Dragon chuckled lightly and thought to himself that it probably would have been better for the small being if he had told her that he was just Dragon; at least she wouldn't have gone into hysterics.
Not even five minutes later, Harry heard doors slamming somewhere over his head, and he leaned back against the door, an amused glint in his dark- green eyes. Two people came tumbling down the stairs only to stop in their tracks when they caught sight of him.
Dragon looked them over carefully. They seemed to be in good health, even if there was a small budge in his mother's stomach. Raising an eyebrow, he looked her over more carefully and sensed the second presence growing in her. Smiling lightly, he straightened up from his position against the door.
"I believe congratulations are in order. What's it going to be, a brother or a sister?"
Without answering him, Lily gave a small cry and rushed into his arms. "Harry, oh, Harry, we've missed you so much! Are you alright? Where have you been? Does anyone else know that you're here?"
Dragon chuckled lightly and gently patted the over-excited woman on her back. "Now, now, Mother, calm down a bit; all this excitement cannot be very good for the baby."
He released her from his embrace and turned to give a quick hug to his father. The man held him tightly for a moment and then stepped back, passing an arm around his wife's shoulders. "You've had us very worried, Son."
Dragon nodded lightly and looked at them apologetic. "I'm sorry about that, but it would have been difficult to keep in contact from where I was. It would probably have been worse since I wouldn't have been able to write you frequently, and you would have been even more worried when the letters didn't arrive on time."
Both adults nodded, and together they herded their son towards a sunny living room where Treatty had already set up their tea. They settled down, and for the next few minutes, they ate in peace, knowing that they were going to have an important talk but all reluctant to start it.
Triumvirate of Power.
Griffin's gaze locked with that of the bird, and the boy smirked lightly. Extending his arm to the beautiful phoenix, the boy spoke softly. "It's about time you got here, I've missed you a lot."
The bird trilled softly and flew to his arm, settling comfortably on the strong limb. Ron heard the calm voice of his friend in his head. 'I'm not too late, am I? Dragon isn't even here yet. Besides, the inquisition wasn't so bad; they didn't really have the chance to ask you much.'
Ron snorted and walked out of the room. 'Says you, I thought it was horrible.'
Hermione giggled. 'I see that in these past few months, your social skills haven't improved much. You still don't like having an intelligent conversation with people.'
'Phoenix! That was mean.'
The bird trilled again and jumped off his arm while the boy opened the door leading to the common room, where his family was waiting for him. They all turned to the strange pair when they entered. Frowning, they all turned to look at the phoenix. Seeing the suspicion in their eyes, the bird shook her head lightly, and with a soft pop, Hermione was standing next to Ron. The boy couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at all the changes that had befallen his friend. She was now wearing her hair pulled up in a ponytail, her skin was tanned, and she had replaced the dark dress she used to wear with a pair of shorts and a tank top. The girl looked around with a small smile on her lips.
"It's good to be back, even if it's too cold for my liking."
The girl turned to Ron and gently kissed his cheek. "I've missed you, my friend, it's been some time since we last saw each other."
The tall teen, smiled back and hugged her tightly to his chest. "It's very good to see you again, too, Phoenix. Now, if only Dragon would hurry up a bit, we'll be able to really start planning."
Hermione's smile broadened, and she turned to face the Weasley family, gently greeting them with a small nod. Watching them there, sitting together, reminded her of her own parents. Before leaving, she hadn't had much of a chance to get close to them again. That estrangement, while it hurt her, was not really new and had started soon after she got her letter to Hogwarts. They just weren't able to understand much about her life anymore, and while she would always love them, she knew that they would never be as close as they used to be.
"Griffin, has someone gone to warn my parents? I sent them a letter a few days ago, but I'm not sure when they're going to get it."
Ron nodded lightly. "Dumbledore will take care of them and of Sirius."
The girl raised an eyebrow. "And the Potters?"
Ron tightened his lips. "That is for Dragon to decide, Phoenix. We do not have the right to decide."
They gazed into each other eyes for some time, communicating without words, before Phoenix nodded in acceptance and went to sit down in front of Ginny. Ron followed her lead after taking a deep breath, knowing that his family wasn't going to let him go before their curiosity had been satisfied.
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Not far from there, a dark-haired boy appeared seemingly out of no-where. He was wearing dark jeans and a high-collared green shirt. He could have apparated closer to Hogwarts, but he knew that he needed to do something before returning to the school where his two best friends were waiting for him. The teen looked up and regarded the house in front of him. He could clearly feel his parent's energies coming from the house and knew they were both in their new home. Taking a deep breath, Harry reluctantly walked up the small walkway to the house and gently knocked on the door. A small house-elf answered and looked at him curiously.
"Can Treatty help you, sir?"
The teen smiled slightly down at the small being. "I would like to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Potter, please."
The elf nodded lightly and opened the door a bit more to allow him to come in. Once the door was closed after him, Harry turned to the house-elf, who was watching him with a bit of anxiety. "Treatty should tell master and mistress that sir is here, what name can Treatty give master and mistress?"
Harry thought about it for a moment. "You can tell them that Harry wishes to see them."
Treatty's eyes opened wide. "Harry? Young master Harry Potter?"
The boy raised an eyebrow but nodded all the same. The little elf quickly hurried out of the room, muttering to herself how she had to warn master and mistress that young master was there. Dragon chuckled lightly and thought to himself that it probably would have been better for the small being if he had told her that he was just Dragon; at least she wouldn't have gone into hysterics.
Not even five minutes later, Harry heard doors slamming somewhere over his head, and he leaned back against the door, an amused glint in his dark- green eyes. Two people came tumbling down the stairs only to stop in their tracks when they caught sight of him.
Dragon looked them over carefully. They seemed to be in good health, even if there was a small budge in his mother's stomach. Raising an eyebrow, he looked her over more carefully and sensed the second presence growing in her. Smiling lightly, he straightened up from his position against the door.
"I believe congratulations are in order. What's it going to be, a brother or a sister?"
Without answering him, Lily gave a small cry and rushed into his arms. "Harry, oh, Harry, we've missed you so much! Are you alright? Where have you been? Does anyone else know that you're here?"
Dragon chuckled lightly and gently patted the over-excited woman on her back. "Now, now, Mother, calm down a bit; all this excitement cannot be very good for the baby."
He released her from his embrace and turned to give a quick hug to his father. The man held him tightly for a moment and then stepped back, passing an arm around his wife's shoulders. "You've had us very worried, Son."
Dragon nodded lightly and looked at them apologetic. "I'm sorry about that, but it would have been difficult to keep in contact from where I was. It would probably have been worse since I wouldn't have been able to write you frequently, and you would have been even more worried when the letters didn't arrive on time."
Both adults nodded, and together they herded their son towards a sunny living room where Treatty had already set up their tea. They settled down, and for the next few minutes, they ate in peace, knowing that they were going to have an important talk but all reluctant to start it.