AN: AN is at bottom of story.
"T'er tha dragons!" Hagrid cheered as he took a long swig from the tankard and handed it to Harry.
"To them dragons." Harry concurred as he took a large swig as well.
Earlier that night-
Hermione's detention had not been as relaxing as Harry's. It seemed that facing dragons, and almost being set on fire could be more enjoyable a detention than facing McGonagall.
"Ms. Granger, you will be required to simply speak with me." Minerva spoke levelly, as she motioned towards two chairs. "Face to face."
"That's all?" Hermione inquired, her face belaying her inability to believe that her Head of house simply wanted conversation. "But… I thought this was a detention…"
"It is, I'm forced to suffer through this conversation." McGonagall scowled as Hermione looked hurt.
"This is about Harry and I. Isn't it?" Hermione began slowly as she sat down at a desk, McGonagall facing her. "I have all ready made up my mind."
"I wish to know why. Why do you insist on going down this path?" Minerva questioned. "You are so very bright the gleaming star in an ocean of mediocrity. "Yet, you insist on burning bridges."
"I…" Hermione stuttered slightly at the mix of praise and admonishment bestowed upon her. "I am not going to kill a child. I can't. Harry is supporting me."
"How so?" Minerva questioned coldly.
"How so…? What do you mean?" Hermione asked, obviously unsure of how to handle the question.
"How does he support you?"
"He loves me…"
"Does he? What does he do, that shows you he loves you? Partake in sexual intercourse with you?" Minerva scowled as she stared a hole through Hermione.
"He… he tells me he loves me. He protects me, and does what he thinks is right for me." Hermione pressed, her voice wavering slightly as pink flushed through her cheeks.
"Are you saying that breaking Terry Boot's nose is right?" McGonagall scowled as she prodded at Hermione's faith. "He is doing what he thinks is right?"
"Well, no it isn't right. Harry thinks it is though. I talked to him about it, and he said he would try to not do it again."
"Try?" Minerva smirked. "Is that all he can do? Try? Did he try to do what was right, when he impregnated you with his seed?"
"Actually. That was my fault." Hermione growled slightly as she felt a deep need to stand up for her mate. "I was the one who over took Harry, and had my way with him."
"I have a disturbing lack of faith in that statement." Minerva scoffed as she leaned back in her seat. "I was prepared to press charges against Harry for rape, before I spoke to you."
"He would not do that!" Hermione shouted as she felt her chest constrict. "I can be bad too! I have my own desires, I'm not a frigid book worm!"
McGonagall had no answer for her, simply watching as Hermione felt tears prick behind her eyelids.
"I love him. I didn't at first, but I realized he is a good man." Hermione implored as her shoulders shook, her eyes squeezed tightly closed.
"You sound less like you are making a statement, and more as though you are trying to convince your self." Minerva spoke softly as she watched the young girl fidget in her seat.
"He has done terrible things. He was a great big prat when I met him, but I learned about him. I studied him, and I asked him questions. He taught me…"
"Taught you what? Taught you that women are objects, and murder and drugs are all right?" Minerva snapped as her eyes neared to become slits.
"YES! YES! Some drugs are ok! If any one knows what murder is, Harry would!" Hermione shrieked as her voice began to rise. "His parents…" She began, but was cut off by McGonagall.
"What do you know about his parents? Lily and James were wonderful people, who would be ashamed of their son if they lived." Minerva screamed back, her hands clinched into fists. "Neither of you have the right to speak of them! Besmirching their name! She DIED FOR HIM!"
"I. Have. EVERY RIGHT." Hermione growled dangerously. "HARRY HAS EVERY RIGHT!" She yelled as her body shook. "I have seen him. He doesn't read about them! He doesn't look at their pictures! He is afraid of them! ASHAMED!" Hermione screamed as she began crying, tears running from her eyes as her lips pursed in anger.
"Well, at least he isn't a total loss."
"You are a horrible person!" Hermione sobbed as she watched the idol like worship of her Head of house crumble around her. "He hates them! He doesn't understand! I read his lips when he reads, and he mutters about them. He doesn't know I watch him, but I do! He hates his parents, because he doesn't understand. Fear and lack of knowledge breed hate, and he is the number one example, next to Voldemort!" Hermione continued as she stared Minerva in the eyes.
"What does that have to do with any thing?"
"EVERY THING! I am here for him. I fill the void he has in his life, just as he does for me!" Hermione spat as she felt her energy slipping away. "I am his mother, friend, and lover. I am every thing he needs, and all I want from him is to be with me. I am teaching him, and that is the only job I have ever wanted. I wanted to teach, and now, I am!"
"He can't learn. He is an idiot, too far gone for salvation." Minerva spoke slowly, flat out refusing to listen. "He will never be human. He is an animal from the street, who should be kept behind bars for observation."
"How could you say that? That is the same attitude that bred Voldemort and Grindelwald. Every dark wizard ever known grew from the same cesspool of ideas that is pouring out of your mouth. How could you say something like that?"
"Because I can! I have a daughter, who could have been someone. She could have been just as great as you, but she threw it away for a man who does nothing for her. I can say any thing I want, because I have lived this before!" McGonagall exploded, tears now leaking from her eyes. "You are sneaking away from your home. Sneaking out of your dorm. Sneaking all around, and yet, I don't see a ring on your finger! What has he done for you, but make false and empty promises!"
"Been there for me, when no one else has. He showed me that I could be any thing I want to be, no matter what." Hermione sighed as she laid an elbow upon her desk, her face drooping into her hand.
"Then come out to the public. Let every one know you have his child. Why aren't you proud of it then? Why aren't you telling the world?" Minerva spoke quickly, pressing her self upon Hermione in her emotionally weakened state.
"Because I can't."
"Why not?"
"Because… I…"
"You are ashamed?" Minerva continued softer now.
"I… I just… I want to wait." Hermione breathed slowly as her chest tightened. "I'm not ashamed. I just want more time."
"Well, obviously you have all the time you could handle. You will regret your choice. For the rest of your life, when you suffer and berate your self, remember me, and remember what I said to you. You will have no one to blame but your self." Minerva growled dangerously as she stood. "Detention is over."
Hermione continued to cry softly as she listened to Minerva leave the room. Unable to bring her self to stand, she simply laid her head upon the cold desk, her eyes closed tightly.
It felt like hours to her when she heard the door open softly, a soft click echoing through the room as it shut. "Ms. Granger?" The voice of Severus Snape inquired, causing her to sit up straight.
"Professor?" Hermione breathed as she attempted to straighten her robes. "I'm sorry, I was just…"
"It is fine. I desire to speak to you… as loathe as I am to say this, I believe… Mr. Potter will benefit from your influence."
"Sir?" Hermione questioned as she rubbed at her eyes, self conscious of the obvious wreck she looked like. "I don't understand."
"The smartest witch in a century, and she doesn't understand?" Snape huffed as he took the seat Minerva had occupied earlier. "Your decision is very Gryffindor."
"It is?"
"It is very brave of you to stand strong against opposition. You wish to stand for what you believe in. That takes strength. I can respect this." Snape explained as he fidgeted in his seat, obviously uncomfortable under the scrutinizing look that was upon him by Hermione. "It will take more then bravery to handle Harry Potter I dare say." He smiled as Hermione snorted.
"I feel you. Ugh… He is rubbing off on me." Hermione scowled as a smile tugged at the edge of her lips.
"I would say, you have rubbed off on him far more, then he has upon you. I see how he uses you as his pillar of strength. Has he shown you his marks?" Snape continued as Hermione sat in awe of her teachers new found caring nature.
"No, he hasn't. He always seems so… withdrawn, when it comes to our schoolwork. He does seem to be trying harder, he even tried writing notes for me." Hermione laughed softly as Snape snorted.
"Potter has gone from flunking, to an acceptable within my class alone." Snape explained as his voice hinted at an emotion Hermione had never heard expressed in his speech. Perhaps it was pride? "You have truly turned the young man around on his path."
"Have I? I feel like… I am loosing more then I am gaining." Hermione sighed as she felt tears prick at her eyes again.
"Is it YOU who believe in this loss, or perhaps, someone else placing that feeling within you? Perhaps you should take time to search your heart and soul for that answer. I will not say that I believe that Harry can give up his duties, but I do believe you can find a niche within his life." Severus continued as he sighed softly.
"Is there something bothering you Professor?" Hermione questioned, unsure of why Professor Snape, the meanest teacher at Hogwarts, was spending his evening comforting a silly girl.
"Yes, actually. I can't hate him any more. I could hate his father. I could despise him, and loathe him. I could pine for the love of his mother, and hate her for being with my enemy. I could hate Harry, for sharing the blood of James. Now, I have no one left to hate, but my self." Snape spoke sadly, as though he had lost a toy.
"Well, you two have more in common then you think." Hermione smiled sadly as Snape gave her an incredulous look. "He hates his parents too."
"Why is that?"
"He can't forgive them, for throwing him away. He thinks it is their fault that they died, and that he is what they hate now. He blames them, because he is ashamed of what they may see in him." Hermione attempted to explain as she huffed in annoyance at her lack of vocabulary to describe her mind. "Do you understand what I am trying to say?"
"Too well." Snape shrugged. "You will not speak of this, I trust." Snape stated sternly as he stood. "I will walk you back to your dorm, as it is very late. I would hate for our resident hall stalker to catch you out of bed without escort."
"Filtch?" Hermione smiled as Snape shook his head in the negative.
"Mrs. Norris. I hate cats." He scowled as Hermione snickered behind him.
Hermione stood near the entrance to the Great Hall as breakfast time rolled around. Her forehead creased in worry lines as she watched student after student enter. "Where is Harry?" She spoke slowly as her stomach tightened.
"Hermione?" Neville spoke as he entered the room. "Everything ok?"
"Have you seen Harry?" She inquired as she wrung her hands. "Do you think he is ok?
"I haven't seen him all morning." Neville stated. "Come on, let's sit down, and I will go ask McGonagall if she knows where he is in a minute. You know Harry, always late to breakfast right?" Neville chuckled reassuringly, though a flutter in his voice betrayed his worry.
"Right." Hermione whimpered, her eyes wandering to the entrance door incessantly. "Always late."
Hermione and Neville both felt sick with worry as they noticed that it was nearing the end of breakfast, and Harry had still not shown himself. "Where is he?" Hermione growled as she ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm going to ask McGonagall."
"You didn't say Professor." Neville spoke, stunned by Hermione's tone of voice as she practically spat the name.
"We aren't on good terms right now." Hermione replied as she began walking towards the teacher's table.
"Oh." Neville breathed as he watched her stomp towards their head of house.
"Professor." Hermione spoke curtly. "Where is Harry?"
"Harry Potter is currently sleeping off a hang over." McGonagall scowled as she looked up from her meal. "As is our grounds keeper and care of magickal creatures teacher, Professor Hagrid."
"You sent Harry to drink, as his punishment?" Hermione gaped as Dumbledore concealed a snort with a cough.
"No. I didn't." McGonagall scowled. "I sent him to be punished, as when Harry did not return to the Castle, I investigated why. He was found, with Hagrid sleeping on the grass outside of the hut. Both of them are fine… Well, not fine. But they are safe."
"Well… thank you Professor." Hermione nodded as she turned to leave.
"Ms. Granger?" Dumbledore called before she had a taken her leave. "Go easy on him, when you berate him. Hagrid does not drink normal liquor. Harry is truly being punished as we speak." Dumbledore smiled at her, his eyes twinkling wildly.
"I'll try to remember that." Hermione smiled back at him with a blush before giving him a slight bow. "Thank you Professor."
Dumbledore smiled as Hermione returned to Neville's side, obviously explaining every thing to the boy who was now making several different styles of surprised face.
"They are adorable. All three of them." Dumbledore chuckled as he watched Hermione and Neville leave breakfast, obviously sneaking food out. "No Minnie, sit down. Let them go to him." Dumbledore stated as Minerva began to stand.
"What? Why? They are sneaking food out of the hall." Minerva scowled as she gave an exasperated look to the Headmaster.
"Well, we both know where it is going. I think turning the other cheek is all right in this instance. A Prefect should know best." Dumbledore twinkled as McGonagall ground her teeth.
"I said I would not give them preferential treatment Albus."
"Oh do shut up. You are as bad as I am!" Snape scowled as he leant forward over his plate to make eye contact with McGonagall. "Really, I saw what you did to Ms. Granger. She looked up to you, and you are pushing her away. You're a Gryffindor, not a Slytherin, why don't you grow up a little?"
McGonagall looked a lot like a fish as her mouth moved, but no words came out. Her eyes glittering in both shock and offense as Snape gave her a smug look.
"Ohhhhh Snape!" Dumbledore exclaimed as he leant back in his seat, his eyes twinkling and a grin tugging his beard upwards as he chuckled at the two teachers.
"Harry?" Hermione spoke softly as she entered his room, which was very dark. "Are you awake?" She whispered.
A groan from the vicinity of Harry's bed informed her that he was awake, but was not in the best of health.
"Hey buddy, we brought you food." Neville whispered as they entered the room fully, making their way towards the bed. "You ok man?"
Another groan from the bed echoed through the room at the idea of food.
"You look terrible." Hermione chuckled as she sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to stroke Harry's cheek. "What happened to your hair?" She questioned as she withdrew her hand, ashy black charred hair sticking to her fingertips.
"Dwagons." Harry whimpered as he squeezed his eyes shut in pain. "Hurts ta talk."
"Dragons?" Hermione inquired incredulously. "Is that a drink or something Neville?" She inquired as Neville simply shrugged in reply.
Harry snorted then grimaced as he curled up into a ball, attempting to mold his body to Hermione.
"Dumbledore did say Hagrid doesn't drink normal drinks. Right?" Neville smiled softly at Hermione who had returned to stroking Harry's head.
"I guess you are right." Hermione nodded before standing. "Harry, we are leaving you some fruits and bread on the night stand. We have to get to class, or we will be late. I love you."
"Blugh ber boo." Harry groaned as he placed the covers over his head.
"Mr. Potter?" Tonks scowled as she peered at her role sheet. "Is Mr. Potter here?"
"No Professor. He is sick right now." Hermione spoke up. "He had detention last night…"
"Yes yes. I all ready heard." Tonks huffed as she marked her roster. "Well, I think Harry will regret missing this class."
Hermione realized, if Harry were to regret missing this class, it would be up too her to pay extra attention so that they could discuss it later. It was a sound idea, and Hermione withdrew an extra quill and paper that she quickly enchanted to copy down any thing the Professor was to say.
"Today, I desire someone to inform me. What is the most powerful and dangerous magickal creature in the world? What creature can be found in almost all cultures, including muggle, and is found on several game preserves?" Professor Tonks questioned as several students raised their hands. Hermione included.
"Mr. Finnigan?" Tonks called.
"The sphinx?"
"No. LongBottom?"
"The Crumplehorned snorkack?"
"No. Five points from Gryffindor for being a smart ass." Tonks scowled as the classroom erupted into laughter. "Ms. Granger? I trust you know the answer."
"The Dragon?"
"Correct. Five points to Gryffindor, I hope you are thankful LongBottom." Tonks huffed as she pointed her wand at the black board behind her, causing several page numbers to appear.
"Professor?" Hermione called as she thrust her hand into the air.
"Yes Ms. Granger?"
"What is the most dangerous dragon species?" Hermione inquired as she placed her quill upon parchment.
"That is a subjective question. I would be afraid to be trapped in a room of fine china with a fairy dragon, as much as I would fear facing the Hungarian Horntail in mortal combat." Tonks explained as Hermione scratched furiously at her parchment. "It is accepted with most Dragon trainers, that the Hungarian Horntail is the most vicious of Dragon species."
"But is it the most dangerous?" Hermione pressed as she exchanged her parchment for a clean sheet.
"No, there are dragons who breathe poisonous gas and have more venomous bites then a Basilisk. The Hungarian Horntail is the least rare, of the most ill tempered beasts you will ever face. You have a better chance of facing a Horntail down in your own garden, than you do of running into a Peruvian Vipertooth at a reserve."
"Thank you Professor." Hermione breathed as she opened her book, the sound of her quill scribbling furiously blending in with the rest of the classroom's discussion.
"Today, we will discuss defense against dragons and other large magickally resistant creatures. What some of you may or may not know is that the hide of Dragons is resistant to most any spell that a wizard can cast. There are even rumors of Unforgivable curses bouncing harmlessly off of the shell like skin of some older Dragons." Tonks continued, her eyes dancing merrily as Hermione bit her lip pensively, the cogs in her mind spinning furiously.
"There are a handful of spells that can be used by the caretakers of Dragons to herd or distract them. We shall discuss these spells today." Tonks smiled as she pointed at one of the page numbers visible on the board. "Turn to that page, and read. We will then discuss."
Sirius Black was not one to be cool headed. He had never been known for being laid back, or unexcitable. So it came as no surprise to Remus Lupin when the door to the kitchen was practically peeled off of its hinges.
"REMUS!" Sirius shouted as he clutched the wizarding newspaper in his hands. "Remus! Harry is! He is! AHHHH!"
"What is wrong with you?" Remus Lupin breathed as he reached out to take the paper from Sirius. "Is it bad?"
"He is going to compete in the Tri-Wizard tournament!" Sirius finally breathed as he panted for breath. "Harry is competing for five thousand galleons, and he is going to have to do all sorts of crazy shit!"
"That doesn't sound like Harry at all. Five thousand galleons is pocket change to that guy." Remus spoke as he scratched his chin. "Do you think he can do this?"
"Fuck ya! Harry can do any thing!" Sirius gushed as he sat at the table. "He is going to take it to the championship, AND he leans to the left!"
"Well, I am surprised he hasn't told us himself." Remus continued.
"May be we can ask Dumbledore if we can drop in and surprise him. Flip it on him! We should surprise him once in a while." Sirius grinned madly as he picked up the paper again to stare at the name Harry Potter sparkling in bright glittery text.
"But it says here, when the first competition is held, we will be attending a major event. That's a lot of money, that Harry wouldn't appreciate us missing out on." Remus chuckled softly as Sirius's face fell.
"But…"
"Look, now that we know. We will go see him for the second event. Ok?" Remus smiled softly.
"Promise?" Sirius asked, his eyes wide and watery as he poked at the newspaper.
"Promise."
Harry awoke late in the day, his bladder near bursting. "Fuck." He groaned as he stumbled towards his bathroom. "My head is killing me. Fucking bitch wouldn't let us have any of that hang over be gone from the nurse." He complained to himself as he stubbed a toe on the carpet.
After a few moments of fumbling, Harry was able to eventually begin to relieve himself. "Ahhhh." He breathed as he steadied himself with one hand against the tank of the toilet, balancing on one foot.
Harry
"AHHHH!" Harry shrieked as the hiss of his name shocked him. "FUCK!" He yelped, as he felt warm fluid land on his foot.
IS something wrong?
"Jeesus! Argh, yuck!" Harry scowled as he wiped his foot on the carpet. "I can't even piss in peace. Rupert? Is that you?" Harry spoke, alternating between English and Parselmouth.
"Yes, it is I." Rupert confirmed. "I have returned, because I desire your help."
"What? My help? What do you need?" Harry questioned as he flushed the toilet and zipped his fly back up.
"Wash your hands." The snake commanded as Harry scowled.
"I was going to damn it. What did you need help with?" Harry asked as he looked down at the floor at the snake, having begun to wash his hands.
"My girlfriend is stuck, and I need your assistance in helping her." Rupert explained.
"Oh wow, got a girlfriend all ready? Sure, I'll help." Harry smiled as he stretched and yawned.
"Change clothing, and follow me." The snake commanded as he slithered out of the bathroom, coming to rest near Harry's shoes. "It will be cold and drafty." He stated as Harry reached for his robes.
"I'm going to check on Harry during our study period." Hermione smiled at Neville as she fumbled with her notes. "I have a lot to discuss with him. So much to learn that he missed. To think, Professor Tonks is trying to imply the competitors will be fighting Dragons. Ridiculous."
"You don't think they will?" Neville asked as he walked with Hermione towards Harry's room, having met up with her in the hallways.
"Of course not. It's obvious that Hagrid and Harry partook in a flaming drink." Hermione chuckled. "No one in their right mind would make Harry or the other students fight dragons!"
Meanwhile-
Albus Dumbledore grinned to himself as he withdrew a small aerosol can from within his robe. "I love you." He spoke softly as he petted the can with a free hand. "I do. I do. I do ooo." The sound of air escaping from the can echoed through the room as Dumbledore tilted his head back and sprayed the cheese into his mouth. "A most wonderful muggle invention." He laughed as he wiped at his lips with his robe.
Back with Hermione-
"The Headmaster would never do any thing crazy like that." Hermione stated as she gave a pointed look to Neville. "It's obviously a ruse to worry Harry and the other competitors."
"Oh. Yea, huh?" Neville smiled as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I guess you are right. Why WOULD they make them fight dragons? That would be insane! Someone could be hurt or… killed…" Neville replied, his voice dropping in pitch as he reached his final conclusion.
"Killed… right… like in the last competition…" Hermione replied as she stopped walking. "Oh GOD! What if they aren't fooling around?" She shrieked as she turned to Neville. "Harry could be in terrible danger. He can't fight a dragon!"
"Come on Hermione." Neville spoke. "Let's get to him and ask him if he knows what is going on. If any one would know if Dragons were around, it would have been Hagrid. May be they talked about it last night or something."
"Ok." Hermione replied, their steps echoing down the hall as they hurried towards Harry's dorm. "There isn't much time left before the first task!"
"HOLY SHIT THAT IS A BIGFUCKING SNAKE!" Harry screamed as felt his entire body tense in fear. "You didn't tell me your girlfriend was…"
"Was?" Rupert inquired. "Her name is Tsarina. She needs your help."
"Well what do I do?" Harry asked as he forced himself to walk towards the tail of the enormous snake. He realized quickly that the snake had gotten its head stuck in a pipe.
"Use your magick. Perhaps you can grease the pipe?" Rupert asked as he rubbed his tiny body against the enormous snake before them. "She has been trapped within this prison for many years." He continued to explain as Harry twirled his wand between his fingertips.
"Is she hungry?" Harry asked as he walked slowly towards where the pipe and the snake met.
"I am not." The loud hiss echoed from within the pipe. "I will not eat you human. I will not eat any human. I am a hunter of spiders, and only a parselmouth can command me to feed upon human flesh." The snake spoke, easing some of Harry's fears.
"Well, I am Harry Potter. I'm going to try to grease up the pipe and hopefully you can slither your way back out of that pipe." Harry smiled as he placed his wand tip against the snake, pressing it into the pipe as best he could. "LUBRICATE!" Harry yelled, stifling a giggle as a pink lotion like fluid began to pour into the pipe.
"That is cold." Tsarina complained as Harry began to press the wand down her side.
"Is it ok if I climb on top of you, so I can run it down the other side?" Harry yelled as Tsarina fidgeted.
"It is ok."
"Is that ok with you Rupert?" Harry asked as he turned to the tiny snake.
"It is, but remember. She is mine." Rupert spoke as he watched on at Harry's toiling.
It took several passes, and a lot of energy but eventually Harry was able to help Tsarina slither her way back out of the pipe. Harry was astonished at her size, the snake was nearly sixty-five feet long, and in the spots where Harry's spell had removed some of the dirt, she shimmered like an emerald.
"She's beautiful." Harry whistled as he ran a hand down the snake's side. "Absolutely gorgeous. You did good Rupert, getting a girl like this."
"Thank you Harry." Rupert beamed as he rubbed his body against Tsarinas, obviously happy with his mate, as large as she may be. "She makes me very happy."
"So… How do we get you out of here?" Harry asked as he looked about the room. "That hole in that bathroom I opened isn't wide enough for you to squeeze through."
"I made a mistake, when I attempted to exit through this pipe." Tsarina replied as she slithered her body to reveal a much wider pipe hidden partially submerged beneath water. "It has been many years since any one has spoken to me. I have been very lonely."
"Well, I am glad Rupert found you. Who locked you down here any ways?" Harry asked, as he began to look about the room. "Did Dumbledore do this?"
"No, a human by the name of Salazaar Slytherin trapped me within this prison. He was a parselmouth as well. I am bound to obey the commands of a parselmouth." Tsarina explained as she leant down to allow her tongue to flicker over Rupert, her mouth absolutely dwarfing the smaller snake.
"What happens if a parselmouth tells you that you don't have to obey the commands of other parselmouths?" Harry inquired as he leant against the wall, his leg shaking under the weight of his body, obviously tired from the physical exertion he had performed in helping Tsarina.
"I would be free." Tsarina spoke.
"Then I command you not to listen to parselmouths. It is your right to decide what you want to do, and I want you to do what is right." Harry spoke. "Is that good?"
"I… why have you done this for me human?" Tsarina questioned as she cocked her head, a look of surprise etched into her features. "We have only met."
"I can't let Rupert and you leave without making sure some ass hat who speaks snake ain't gonna make you do shit the minute you get out these walls." Harry laughed. "Rupert and you deserve to be happy. You ain't ate me either. So I'm gonna go out on a limb, and say, you is down for Rupert, and that is good for me."
"You are the first human to be kind to a basilisk." Tsarina spoke. "I owe you my life."
"You don't owe me shit. I see dem scars on you, and I just want you to be happy."
"I received these scars fighting other creatures in combat for my masters amusement." Tsarina spoke as she lifted her body, revealing even more healed over wounds. "It was what I was raised to do. I can not leave until I repay my debt to you."
"Well… I have an idea then." Harry spoke. "Can you take a dragon one last time?"
"Of course!" Tsarina huffed as her large form tensed. "I can defeat any abomination of snake kind. Dragons wish they could be as powerful as I!"
"Well, I'm supposed to fight a dragon… May be if you help me… that could make us even?"
"I would accept this." Tsarina nodded as she looked down at Rupert. "I will help this human, then we shall raise our family within the forest."
"I accept this as well. It is our kind's law." Rupert nodded before flickering his tongue over one of Tsarina's scales. "I do not fear for your safety."
AN: I posted last chapter, without checking if I had new reviews yet and then felt like a big asshat when drake smyth posted like 6 reviews for my story. I just wanted to say thank you for reviewing, and I am sorry if you don't like Draco. He isn't "cool", but you have to remember that Harry wasn't there to over shadow Draco all those years. Draco has been old money, quiditch captain, and big daddy of Hogwarts for many years, with no one to screw with him. He is an ass hole, but he doesn't hate Harry, because he isn't some antithesis golden boy. I think you will like how Draco grows as I continue to write. Draco's father never messed with him, because he was exactly what he wanted. You'll see….
Seghen, thanks for the review.
Azuresky- No Harry isn't going to give marijuana to the dragon. But it will be green….
Jarno- Harry is limping because of the fact he has severe nerve damage. He is lucky to be alive. While Harry in cannon has been hurt many times, he has never actually had to go to Saint Mungos for his injuries. Harry had his spine and neck severely damaged, and they made it so he can walk, he just limps. Plus, what is a pimp without a limp?
I will also eventually reveal more about McGonagall and her personal vendetta. Snape is also, well, Snape. I hope no one minds, but I can't see Snape being a completely cold blooded bastard, especially with present circumstances as they are.
Granite and sillyspawn. Thanks for your reviews as well. I hope every one continues to enjoy this story. I also hope every one enjoys how it is moving.