Penndragonne

By Tashasaphi

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I own my very own Slytherin Tiepin. GO ME!

Year 6 and all is not well at Hogwarts. After a devastating attack on the castle, the world is turned topsy turvy for the work-stressed Harry, and he finds a new light in a new companion…

WARNINGS: Nothing for this chapter

A/N

I think I'll do my altered Spanish hack job Spell explanations now. Saves you going crosseyed at the weirdness.

Quema- burn (from Quemar- to burn)

Relivis- Relevar-to relieve

Limpia- Clean (from Limpiar- to clean)

Allio- Accio brings stuff to you, right? Well 'here' in Spanish is Aqui (akki), so I though a Spell that sent something somewhere specific should have been releated to there, which is Alli. And to make it sound more potter authentic, it became Allio. You may now throw balls of paper at me in dismay.

The other bits an bobs I stole from HP… which is property of Rowling-sama by the way I apologise to her personally for destroying a perfectly good set of charas because my own penndragonne decided to inspire it. Asshole.

Wheee! Yay for surrealness. Now read

'Here. This should help the swelling.'

'Thanks, Hermione,' Harry said gently as both he and Hermione applied the cold compresses to their noses. The Penndragonne was sitting on the coffee table in front of them, contained by a binding Spell. It was currently doing a very erratic mime act, and gibbering like an angry budgie. Harry groaned.

'They're not poisonous, are they?' he asked drowsily. Hermione sighed, smiling a little.

'Not as far as I know.' She paused, biting her lip. 'I'm sorry. I thought he'd be nicer. Most penndragonnes are really affectionate. It said so in the… book.' Harry frowned.

'Yeah. I read that bit. Act as muses and help artists get inspiration. Kind and friendly.' He looked at Hermione, smiling. 'I hate to say it, Herm, but I think he's broken.' Hermione smiled back.

'Well, a suit of armour did land on him. Maybe it's concussion.'

'I hope so,' Harry reached down and picked up his teacup, sipping gently. 'I'd at least like to be able to pet the thing before I let it go.'

'Let it go?' Hermione questioned. Harry furrowed his brow.

'What's so bad about that?' he asked, batting Dennis's hand away as he tried to poke the invisible box. Hermione flushed a little.

'I… wanted you to keep it. As a gift. He'll be able to help you, I'm sure.'

'By doing what, giving me a nose job every time I get close to it?' Harry joked.

Hermione stiffened and looked away. Harry frowned. 'Sorry. It's a great present. I… just didn't expect it, that's all.' The dragon scrabbled at the walls of it's prison, before giving Harry the 'finger'. Harry stuck his tongue out at it. 'Jeez, what is up with that thing!' Hermione softened and groaned.

'I really have no idea. We can ask Hagrid on Tuesday if he doesn't perk up, I suppose.' She tucked a little hair behind her ear and watched it prowl like a caged tiger. 'Look, he's getting his colour back.' She was right. The dragon was now less white and more pale silver. Harry looked up from his book drearily.

'Perhaps it's hungry… or tired.' He smirked. 'Maybe we have to treat it like those stupid dolls we were given in Sex Ed.' Hermione groaned.

'Don't remind me,' she whined, flopping back dramatically in her armchair. 'I don't think I slept for that entire week.' Harry chuckled.

'That's because you're a rubbish mother,' he sneered jokily. Hermione pulled a face at him, and he returned it, still laughing. Harry sighed, leaning back against the soft pillows of the sofa. The dragon was now ranting something terrible, it's voice chatterings and hoots and the occasional squeak. It's favourite noise seemed to be a sharp quack. Harry shook his head, smiling at it.

'You're such a moron,' he said gently. It screeched, scrabbling at the invisible wall, before jumping up and down, ranting like a deranged chipmunk. Hermione's eyes widened.

'Brings a whole new meaning to phrase "hopping mad", doesn't it?' she muttered. Harry snorted and immersed himself back in his book. A second year who had latched onto Dennis knelt beside him at the coffee table and reached forward as if the touch the beautifully miserable creature.

'Corben, don't do that,' Hermione chided, picking up her latest witch romance novel. 'It bites.' Corben sprung back as if he had been bitten.

'Sorry,' he muttered. 'it's just, I've never seen anything like it before…'

'Neither have I,' Dennis admitted. 'I kind of wish I had let Colin take that picture now… Dad would have been amazed!'

'I always thought Dragons were huge…' Corben mused. 'Is this one of Hagrid's crazy illegal breeding projects?' Harry groaned.

'Go and play some chess, you two!' he sighed, ' Quema Relivis…' Dennis frowned.

'Colin is using my chess set right now,' he said grouchily. Harry peered over the top of his book.

'Use Ron's,' he hissed. 'he won't mind.'

'Who says I won't!' Ron snapped, thwacking Harry over the head with a roll of parchment.

'Ron!' Hermione squealed, grinning. She got up and proceeded to throw her arms around him and embrace him tightly. He turned an interesting shade of beetroot.

'I didn't hear you come in!' she laughed. 'I didn't realise you'd be back this evening!'

'Err.. Yeah,' Ron struggled, before getting control of himself. Harry sniggered and Ron glared. 'I… Mum and Dad arranged a portkey to get me back with some of Ginny's things. The doctors say she should be fit and well for school again by November.'

'That's fantastic!' Hermione cried, releasing him. Ron sighed and Harry sniggered again. Ron waved the parchment threateningly. Harry wilted.

'Seriously, though,' Harry affirmed. 'It's great news about Ginny.' Ron smiled, moving to an armchair.

'Yeah, it is,' he said sleepily. Harry snatched the parchment and unrolled it a bit.

'What's this?' he asked, eyes scanning the page. Smooth-flowing, ridiculously neat, italics handwriting met his eyes.

'I found it on the floor on one of the corridors,' Ron mused, running a hand through his hair, 'It was near a puddle from one of the leaky windows on the third floor, so I thought I'd better rescue it. Turns out it's someone's homework.' Harry frowned.

'The uses of venomous tentacula and other poisonous plants in medicine?' Harry read aloud. 'This is part of someone's Advanced potions coursework!'

'Really?' Ron yawned. 'Lucky I found it then.' Harry noted that the penndragonne had gone silent. He secretly prayed that it was recovering.

'Lucky's not the word,' Harry breathed. 'If this had been mine, I think I might have hung myself, right here, right now. These sorts of essays take so long to do! I spent a whole weekend on the research alone for mine!' Hermione frowned.

'What kind of moron would carry that around with them?' she asked tersely. Harry shrugged, before unrolling the very top. He dropped the parchment as if he'd been burned, before snatching it back up before it rolled into the fire.

'M-malfoy's,' he said dryly, scanning the ornately scrawled name at the top. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

'Malfoy loves potions,' she mused. 'It's his best subject. Why would he risk damaging his coursework by carrying it around.' Ron shrugged.

'Maybe he's finally cracked. Hair gel can't hold a loony like that together forever, you know.'

'Ron be nice,' Hermione snapped and he whimpered. 'What happened to him was not his fault!' Ron shrugged.

'I say he was messed up before. I blame it on the crazy overbearing Muggle-phobic parents. I mean, he's sixteen for christs sake, and do you really think he picks his own clothes yet? They make him look like a paler shade of death!'

'Ron!' Hermione chided.

'I'm just saying!' Ron protested. Harry frowned.

'I never knew he had middle names,' he noted. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.

'He's a Malfoy, I wouldn't be surprised if he had twenty, just because he can.'

'Seven, actually,' Harry corrected, squinting at the handwriting. 'Draco T.M.L.N.J.A.A Malfoy.'

'Good lord,' Hermione hissed. 'I was only joking…' Ron was in stitches. Harry sighed, rolling up the parchment.

'Oh well,' he said lightly. 'We'll just give it back to him next time we see him, I suppose.' Ron coughed his laughter back under control.

'Give it back?' he spluttered, before shaking his head. 'Naaah, I say we burn it.'

'Ron, how can you even suggest that?' Hermione spat.

'Easy,' Ron mused, counting on his fingers. 'One, he's an arsehole, two, he's the moron that lost it and if it wasn't for me it would be ruined anyway by now, and three, the bonus answer, he bloody well deserves it!'

'Ron…' Hermione sighed. Ron folded his arms angrily. Dennis and Corben had long since pinched his chess set.

'I'm serious, Hermione. He spends all his waking hours trying to put me down. And you and Harry too, or did you forget that?'

'Actually,' Hermione noted firmly, 'he hasn't done or said anything uncivil to me since the incident.'

'Same here,' Harry agreed, once again immersed in his book. 'Quema relivis…' Ron growled.

'That's only because he's lost the plot! If it hadn't of happened, he's still be the raving prick he's always been. I say we burn it!'

'And I say I wouldn't burn it even if he was still his old self!' Hermione shot back. Lavender and Dean had Charmed in some popcorn and were watching the spat avidly.

'Burn it!' someone chanted weakly in the background. Hermione shot a glare across the room and people instantly turned away as if nothing were happening, only to surreptitiously turn back when she focused on Ron again.

'Ron,' she sighed, 'He must have worked so hard on this. He's been off school a lot recently, and as Harry said, this essay is a really hard one. Please Ron…'

'He probably had someone write it for him,' Ron scoffed. Hermione narrowed her eyes.

'We don't know that, and we are not burning it!'

'We are burning it!' Ron challenged. Hermione groaned.

'Harry, back me up on this!' she whined. Harry sighed and pointed his wand at the scroll.

'Allio Scroll,' he said effortlessly and scroll flew away up the stairs.

'Hey!' Ron cried, before growling. 'Where did you put it?' Harry smirked.

'Away in my locked trunk. Where no accidental fires can touch it until I deliver it to Malfoy.' Ron pouted.

'Harry, you've gone soft in your old age. Were this last year, you'd have cheered with me as Malfoy's work went up in flames.' Harry rolled his eyes.

'Quema Relivis,' he chanted, pointing his wand at Ron. Ice blue light struck him and Ron jumped backwards, his chair threatening to over turn.

'What the-' he spluttered. Harry sighed.

'Just checking I can heal any burns you may sustain in attempting to ignite my trunk in desperation later tonight,' he chirped. Ron glowered.

'Smartass,' he sneered.

'I know,' Harry shot back cheerfully. Ron sighed and leant back in his chair. Hermione got up and walked past him, ruffling his hair.

'Don't worry, Ron,' she said teasingly. 'We'll find something with the Malfoy insignia on it for you to burn next time…'

'Aww shut up you!' he snapped, grumbling about lack of support. Hermione giggled and lifted her coat off the rack by the portrait hole.

'Accio wash kit,' she called and caught the bag as it flew down the stairs. 'I'm going to take a shower. See you guys later!' Ron waved her off before slumping back into his chair. Harry turned back to his book sighing. He flipped the page and groaned.

'How to stop bleeding,' he mumbled unenthusiastically. 'Joy of joys…' Ron, meanwhile, had spotted something. He was transfixed. And it was staring right back at him.

'I don't believe it,' Ron whispered. 'I've never seen one of these before…'

'Hmm?' Harry asked, not looking up. Slowly, Ron got off his chair and down onto his knees.

'No one told me you'd got one!' he laughed. 'When? Where? How?'

'What are you on about?' Harry groaned, narrowing his eyes at a diagram. Ron reached out towards the shining creature, it silently watching him as he moved closer.

'It's incredible…' he whispered, eyes a little glazed. Harry sighed, looking over the top of his book, before jumping to attention.

'Ron, don't go near it, it-'

SLASH

'AAAAARRRGH!'

SNAP

'YAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGGHHHH!'

'I'm sorry,' Harry muttered, magicking up another wonky looking cold compress. 'I should have warned you earlier.

'S'allright,' Ron muttered, taking it and placing it across the bridge of his nose. His hand was bandaged with special magic waterproof bandages up the wrist, and was bundled with ice packs. Blood was already peeping through the linen. On his face, Harry was still helping him dress the bites and scratches. When Ron had touched the invisible cage, he had broken the Spell, and the Penndragonne had broken loose. First, it had backed away, looking disgusted, and had slashed Ron across the knuckles with it's claws. When Ron's hand had jumped in pain, blood had flicked into the creature's face and it had gone bezerk. First it latched it's painfully sharp teeth into Ron's index finger, ripping and tearing by shaking it's head from side to side. In agony, Ron had reeled back, flinging his arm into the air. The dragon had released him and landed on the top of his head. It hadn't waited for him to recover. Snarling like a pittbull on helium, it had dived down his face, digging in it's miserable little claws, before snapping down hard on the bridge of his nose. Ron had shrieked and snatched the creature by the tail, forcing it to release his nose as it screamed. He had then made the error of holding in front of his face to yell at it. Mere seconds later he was sporting deep gashes across both cheeks, and the dragon had reattached itself to his nose, snarling and growling so much it was physically shaking. With a lot of gentle persuasion… as in grabbing the dragon by the jaw and using a finger to cover up it's nostrils, Harry had managed to force it to release it's iron grip. Of course, by this time, they had an audience of the entire common room, plus a few first years who had emerged from their dorms at the sound of Ron's screams of pain. As soon as it let go, it immediately turned on Harry, but he was prepared. He had quickly snatched it behind the head as you would a snake and wrapped his other hand around it's back. It yipped and snarled and thrashed, but being so tiny, there wasn't a lot it could do. It now lay prone on the coffee table, stupefied. Anyone would think were asleep, except it's eyes were twitching around, fixing people in it's pale gaze, as if deciding where next to strike.

'It's cute n'all,' Lavender commented. 'but it's so vicious!' Pavarti nodded.

'And those pale eyes really creep me out. Padma said Hagrid told her that they had bright, colourful eyes. This one looks too ghostly.' She shuddered. Harry frowned, casting Limpia Totalis on Ron's face. What Hagrid had apparently said corresponded with what the book had said before it had been destroyed. Harry looked down at his new creature with a frown. It caught his gaze, before narrowing it's eyes hatefully. Harry couldn't help but swallow. He knew what it was thinking.

'Jeez,' he whispered. 'It's like pure unadulterated evil!' Ron shot him a look.

'You think?' he hissed back, wincing as Harry applied the Spell to Ron's face again, just to make sure.

'Maybe you should go and see Madame Pomfrey…' Neville suggested, as Seamus grouchily wrenched Colin's camera away. Ron shook his head.

'Naah, s'allright,' he sighed. 'Harry needs to practise his blasted healing Spells, anyway.' Harry smirked.

'Thanks for the support,' he joked. Ron smiled, before wincing.

'That damn thing's gone and ruined my face!' he snapped angrily. Seamus snorted.

'Some girls find battle scars endearing, Weasley,' he sneered. 'more appealing than freckles anyway.'

'Says you!' Ron shot back, gesturing to the pale freckles across Seamus' cheeks. He grumbled something about medicine and slouched back across the common room, still bearing his cocoon of blankets. Harry flopped back against the sofa with a sigh.

'S'not pretty,' he said tiredly, 'but it'll do.'

'Wasn't pretty to start with!' Seamus called across the room.

'And neither's a chapped nose, but none of us are making comments!' Ron shot back. Seamus barked something incoherent and vanished under his blankets. Harry sighed.

'Poor Seamus,' he muttered. Ron gawped.

'Poor Seamus!' he exclaimed. 'What about me? I just got mauled by your crazy dragon-runt!' Harry frowned.

'He attacked me and Hermione earlier if it makes you feel any better,' he eased. Ron snorted.

'As if it would! Jeez, Harry, that things a menace! What are you going to do with it?' Harry shrugged.

'I suppose Hermione will come up with something. She usually does. Besides, it was her who gave it to me in the first place.'

'What I'm wondering about is how she caught the blasted thing without losing a limb, an eye and large quantity of hair,' Ron groaned. Harry smirked at Ron's joke.

'It was having an asthma attack.'

'I beg your pardon.' Harry raised an eyebrow.

'It was having an asthma attack. It could hardly move, let alone maul anyone.

Managed to bite her, though. It seems to have a thing for chewing on people's noses. I have no idea why…' Harry sighed as the creature twitched. The crowd backed off instantly. Ron was trying to suppress laughter. 'What's so funny?'

'An asthmatic Dragon, that's what,' he blurted. The penndragonne seethed on the table, shuddering with ill concealed rage. 'I mean, that's just plain ridiculous! He's gonna breathe a ball of flame, and then choke to death on the smoke!' He sighed. 'I love how evolution plays these mysterious jokes on us, really I do.'

'It's not funny, Ron,' Harry protested. 'He could have died if Hermione hadn't found him.'

'And what a loss to the world that would have been…' Ron drawled. Harry frowned and snatched up his book grouchily. Ron rolled his eyes. 'I can't believe you're so attached to it already!' he sneered. 'You've had it, what…'

'An hour or so.'

'An hour, and in that time it's bitten you, Hermione, and nearly clawed me, your best friend to death! That bloody dragon's a menace, and you know it.' Harry said nothing. Ron sighed.

'Well, don't expect me to help you feed it or anything,' he sneered, glaring at the dragon. It emitted a low growl and he jumped back impulsively. Harry smiled.

'No problem,' he said lightly, looking at the creature almost fondly. It may have been an arsehole, but Harry had an undying urge to turn it around. Still, he thought cheerfully, it could just have a headache, and want to be left alone.

'Jesus, Ron, what happened to your face?' Hermione exclaimed. Ron glowered.

'It-' he pointed accusingly at the penndragonne, who was trying to shake the pins and needles out of one of it's hind legs. 'Happened to my face. And my hands! Would you just look at my bloody hands!' The Penndragonne glared at him as if he were crap on the bottom of it's foot, before hobbling down the table. Hermione sighed.

'Yes Ron,' she groaned. 'They are indeed bloody.' Ron sulked.

'I can't believe you got him a murderous beast! I swear, Hermione, you're heading down a long road of psychiatrist's bills…' Hermione frowned and dropped her wash kit into his lap, extracting a pained 'oof!' She sat down on the sofa arm next to Harry, watching the Penndragonne scowl and burrow under the pillows sulkily.

'He's still not cheered up, then,' she said sadly. Harry smiled weakly.

'He fell off the table a minute ago- I think he got a bit of a fright.' Hermione put a friendly arm around Harry's shoulders.

'So you like him then?' she asked hopefully.

'Of course I do,' Harry laughed. 'I liked him when you first brought him in. He's… really, really cool…' Hermione laughed at Harry's floundering for a better expression.

'Well, I'm glad,' she said kindly. 'But I've got something else…'

'No more gifts!' Ron pleaded. Hermione kicked him. She pulled out of her pocket what looked like two moderately simple black friendship bracelets.

'For innovative magic we had to come up with something by Christmas and write a full report on it, including possible advertising techniques etcetra.' She explained.

'This is my project-'

''mione, it's October,' Ron groaned. 'Aren't you jumping the gun a bit… again?' Hermione frowned.

'There's no harm in being prepared, Ronald,' she growled, before turning back to Harry. 'I decided to develop a summoning device for things that can't be summoned, like animals for example.' She relaxed a little. 'I mean, it would nullify lost pets… up to a certain distance, and could keep them out of the way if something was going on…' she trailed off a little, before clearing her throat. 'What I mean to say is, it's a collar which restricts animal movement. You wear one bracelet, the subject wears the other, and you speak into the bracelet telling the subject's bracelet as to which radius of you the subject can move around in. For example-' he raised the larger bracelet to her lips. 'common room.' The world 'Common Room' appeared on the other bracelet, only half of the bracelet's width. Hermione placed them in Harry's hands. 'I thought you could use it on the Penndragonne… and do some final tests on it for me before I mass produce a few.' She smiled weakly. 'I had about five sets, but Crookshanks destroyed them all but these ones when he found out what they did.'

'Did they work?' Harry asked, looking at the bracelet's warily. Hermione nodded.

'Crookshanks just doesn't like being contained, is all. He's not a very good test subject- he's a bit too strong.' She smiled an embarrassed smile again. 'But it should be able to contain him just fine. Once it's round his neck, he can't do a thing to it. Only you'll be able to take it off.' Harry put the other bracelet around his wrist, and watched the other bracelet turn blank again. His bracelet now read 'HARRY'. He frowned, but started to remove pillows from the other end of the sofa. The penndragonne was laying down, it's head still under a pillow as it grumbled to itself. It's wings fluttered a bit, but it was practically still. Harry drew a little closer, and it lashed it's tail, but didn't remove it's head. Looking backwards for Hermione's support, he carefully eased the open bracelet around the dragon's neck. It emitted a light hum, before becoming a solid, seamless band.

There was pandemonium.

The Dragon leapt upwards, shrieking, scattering pillows. Ron squealed, as did Dennis and Corben, who were playing chess behind the sofa. It landed with a loud clunk in Lavender's bowl of popcorn, which was on her lap, scattering the fluffy snack. She wailed like a banshee and threw the bowl in the air, sprinting away. The dragon spiralled, screeching in midair, surrounded by falling popcorn. Out of instinct, Harry yelled 'COME BACK HERE!' Something yellow flashed across the neck collar and the Dragon rocketed back across the room, hitting Harry in the stomach like a football. Harry gasped as the air was knocked out of him. Slowly, he extracted the now half unconscious creature from his jumper and tried to lift it up. He failed.

'What the-?' he gasped. 'One metre!' His arms released and he nearly fell over forward. Hermione bit her lip.

'It's a tad strong…' she whispered. Ron was laughing again. Harry groaned. The collar writing changed from 'HERE' to 'ONE METRE' as if it were being stitched and unstitched.

'Jesus christ,' Harry hissed, massaging his stomach with one hand. Lavender was screaming abuse from behind Dean's arm chair. The Dragon slowly came to, rich, startlingly clear silvery eyes coming into focus, before stabbing it's claws into Harry's hand. He leapt back as he winced and released his grip, bounced off and invisible barrier and landed back in Harry's lap. It screeched in horror and clambered up to his shoulder, panting miserably. Hermione chuckled.

'Well, it seems to work,' she mused. Ron smirked.

'Now you can keep it away from me!' he jeered. 'I'm tired, I'm going to bed.'

'Ron!' Hermione called after him, but he vanished up the stairs. Harry shook his head as the Dragon hopped off his shoulder and walked, carefully, to the end of the perimeter, sat down, turned away, stuck it's nose in the air and sulked.

'I'd probably better turn in too,' he said gently. 'Dean's setting up a football match against the Hufflepuffs in the morning after breakfast. I'll need my sleep.' Hermione smiled.

'I'll stay up a little longer and do a write up on that brief, if not amusing test-' the dragon turned and hissed hatefully at her. It looked miserable. She frowned. 'God, I hope he cheers up soon…'

'Me too,' said Harry with a sigh. 'But thanks just the same, though.'

'You're welcome,' she smiled. Harry grinned, before quickly clutching the Dragon around the back and behind the head.

'Well, goodnight, 'mione.'

'Goodnight Harry.' And with that, Harry rushed across the common room, apologising to people on the way past as the dragon writhed in his grip, screaming what sounded like abuse, even in this dragon speech.

Harry pulled a pair of shoes out of their box. He'd bought new quidditch boots, because his others were getting a tad tight, but he still had the box. He pulled his top blanket off his bed and stuffed some of it into the box. The dragon, which he had localised around his far bed post, wasn't snarling anymore. In fact, it was deadly quiet. Harry frowned and gingerly picked it up. It yawned widely, but merely stiffened in his grip. It was too exhausted to contend with him further tonight. Ron was rummaging in his bedside cabinet.

'That thing better not attack me in my sleep,' he said grumpily.

'Ron, look at it,' Harry protested. 'It's knackered out. And besides,' he placed the dragon in the box. 'BOX. It can't.' Ron seemed to be somewhat pleased by this, and he pulled out a small vial of potion.

'What's that?' Harry asked. Ron sighed.

'It's dreamless sleep potion. My mum always packs me a miniature medikit every year, and I never use it. I'll never be able to get to sleep without it.' The Penndragonne suddenly jumped to attention and began jumping up and down, quacking and yipping, circling around it box as much as it could. Harry ignored it.

'I'll hold the bottle so it doesn't spill when you pass out,' he said gently, heaving himself off the bed and taking the bottle from Ron's hands. He tipped a little into his friend's mouth.

'Th-' Ron began, before flopping onto his pillows, fast asleep. Harry smiled, before fastening the bottle and putting it back inside the cabinet. The dragon shrieked and snarled and hopped even more. Harry turned around.

'What?' he groaned, before noting a particularly large spider crawling up the wall next to it. He smiled. 'You don't like spiders either?' he said gently. He caught the spider easily and cupped it in his hand. 'Neither does Ron. He'd go bezerk if he saw that.' Harry open the little window hear his bed and put the spider out on the windowsill. Closing the window, Harry sighed. The dragon was now whimpering.

'It's gone now,' Harry said, opening his hands. 'See?' The dragon yowled and hopped and snorted smoke before coughing wretchedly. Harry hurried over. 'Be careful!' he chided, before casting the asthma relief Spell, just in case. The dragon hiccoughed for a while, but it seemed to be better… although furious. Harry shook his head.

'Silencio,' he uttered quietly and suddenly the little dragon could make no noise. It blinked dumbly for a few moments, before silently wailing in misery.

'I'm sorry,' he said guiltily. 'But I've got to get some sleep. You should too. We'll have a big breakfast in the morning, OK?' The dragon simple glared at him. Harry blew out the lamp. 'Goodnight then.' But in the shaft of the moonlight, the little penndragonne's sinister liquid metal eyes glimmered on, glaring hatefully, almost tearfully at Harry. Harry slipped off his glasses and snuggled down into bed. He lay there for a while, captured by the mystical gaze, before realising he wouldn't sleep this way. He pulled the curtains and rolled over, and spent the nights dreams of flying on a giant silver dragon.

Thanks still go to Madeddie, my glorious beta. Wheee! See you next time!