The green-eyed boy ran his hands through his unruly black hair. His thoughts clouded his mind, troubling him further then ever before. Had it truly been his fault that both of the twin's parents are dead? Their mother saved him from Voldemort, but it was also his fault with Sirius…well he still blamed himself anyway. "Harry? Harry, are you alright mate?" He shook his head at the sound of Arya's gentle voice. There was no denying it; she certainly had Sirius' cool crystal grey eyes.
"Yeah, I'll be ok…so why did Dumbledore set you guys to teach and be teaching assistants?" Arya looked nervously to her brother and back to Harry.
"Well Harry…I have been placed into Slytherin in order to follow the young Malfoy and other junior death eaters. Try to overhear any other devious plans." Hermione paced in front of everyone else who was standing or sitting.
"That explains Andrew, but what about you Arya?"
"Always the inquisitor, aren't you? Ha, well don't get angry with me, because it's only my job," Arya gazed right into Harry's intense deep emerald eyes, "But I'm to keep an eye on Harry- now Harry don't get upset, because I wont watch you every second. Mainly I was asked to teach you special…skills that you will need to defeat old Voldemort. And in order to do that, we need you to stay up in your practical magic studies."
"So that's why you and Andrew are only going to assist in particular classes!" Hermione squeaked finally understanding. As the twins looked at Harry they became relieved seeing him not as angry as they expected. Ron, who had remained silent the whole time, finally spoke up.
"Alright, now I get everything so far. But why are you wearing that armor? I mean, are you real dragon riders? And if you are, then were are you from- because with your accent sounds like you should have been up with my brother Charlie." Drew let out his barking laugh.
"Yes Ron, Charlie was working under our mother; and we worked with him all the time."
"Would someone care to share what the bloody hell a dragon rider is?"
"I can answer that Harry," Hermione stated in her matter-of-fact voice, "A Dragon Rider is a special type of witch or wizard. They are chosen by a few very rare breeds of dragons, and are very advanced in magic. A rider possesses the gifts of foresight, telepathy, legillmens, occlumency, sword fighting, weaponry, and extremely advanced magic with and without a wand. Their powers are greatly increased with their dragon."
"Good Hermione! 5 points to Gryffindor!" The busy haired girl smiled brightly as everyone chuckled.
"So, what are those?" Ron pointed towards their scabbards. The twins smiled and unsheathed their blades.
"These, Ron, are our swords. We received these from our dojo when we completed all of our physical training. They're draconian blades, modeled after our own dragons." Andrew and Arya held their swords high; a dragon's curved body was the base of each hilt, as the wing extended out becoming the blades. Andrew's sword was of a red dragon with black detailing, as Arya's blade was the inverse. "Wow…those are incredible." Harry walked up to them looking at the craftsmanship of each sword.
"Well, we should go up to the common room. We have class tomorrow…"
"Wait Hermione, don't you want to meet Shinya and Isamu?" The golden trio looked confused again. Arya and Andrew gave them their identical lopsided smile right before performing a one-handed back hand-spring. When they jumped back to do another, two blurs of red and black swooped down in opposite directions.
"Dragons!" Harry shouted as Arya and Andrew flew in the air circling each other. Slowly the dragons came to the ground and the riders jumped off the saddles. Andrew stepped forward with the brilliant crimson dragon, "This is Isamu, his name stands for 'Courageous Warrior'."
"And this," Arya walked forward with her black and red dragon, "is Shinya, his name means 'Dark Night'. But now Hermione is correct, we do have classes tomorrow so- Shinya?" The dragon went up to Harry eyeing him up and down, carefully walking around the boy. Shinya let out a breath on Harry's head, and finally backed off nodding to Arya. "Alright then," Andrew said, "Why don't we head back up now?" The dragons took off as the five walked back up to their respective common rooms.