Title: A return to blood roots

Warnings: Slash, mpreg, violence, possible rape, torture (mostly non-explicit), incest

Characteristics: Draco-centric, Time-travel.

Pairings: still unknown.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any character in the seven books. I don't own the Game of Thrones either.

Chapter 1

Draco furrowed into the comfortable pillow, sighing in contentment at the cosy warmth he was surrounded with. His blond eyelashes fluttered as he sleepily opened his silver eyes. He drowsily rubbed his eyes with his slender right hand while he sat up. He was in a bedroom of Malfoy Fortress, he knew because he could feel its familiar magic. The stone floor was covered in a thick Persian carpet that seemed to encompass the entire room and was coloured with rich burgundy, dark blue and beige. The four post bed was made in similar colours as well as the curtains surrounding it that were opened only in on the left side of the bed.

He frowned wondering how he had ended up there. He doubted the Fortress would be motherly enough to tuck him in and, his frown deepened, change his clothes into a linen night robe. Gingerly the beautiful Slytherin stepped out of the bed and looked to the elegant room as a whole for the first time. There was an enormous fireplace that was currently harbouring a fire, there was a mahogany night table on the other side of the bed with a everlasting candle on it. Some dim white lights hovered in the air around the small bedroom. From the small windows came some sunlight indicating it was daytime.

The fair haired wizard was startled out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. It was impossible! The only habitants of the Fortress were a couple of house-elves who wouldn't knock. Had someone intruded the fortress? But it was impossible! Its magic was too strong even after being consumed by the ritual. Yet, there was someone behind the door and his magic reserves were too depleted to do anything about it. And they were knocking, if they were intruders they wouldn't knock, would they?

Now that he thought about his weak stated, his legs trembled, making him return to the bed. He dived under the blankets and put his pillows in place so that he could sit up comfortably. He laid his hands on his lap, inhaled and exhaled deeply to regain some calm. He then put on an unaffected mask.

"You may come in", he said faking a serene voice.

A witch who looked round seventy or a squib on her late fifties came in (wizards aged better and had longer lives than any creature without magic). Her brown hair streaked with white framed her round and pale face. She had a kind albeit weary face, like someone who had had many hardships yet remained tender-hearted. She was dressed in green traditional middle class robes, not poor but not expensive.

She was followed by a young man in his twenties who carried a box who resembled a healer's coffret. In the Old times, healers would carry their potions and herbs there. The pale redhead was gangly and stood awkwardly next to who seemed to be his mentor, he too was dressed in traditional robes although his were humbler. The pair seemed to have stepped out of one of the books his tutor in Old History would show him when he was younger, explaining to him how wizards lived in the Old times. If he were guided by those lessons, this would be a healer due to the green shade of her robe and coffret and the young wizard was her apprentice.

The pair bowed to the height one would to greet someone above your position but not a Lord or a Heir of a House, "Sir"

Draco responded with a curt nod to acknowledge them. There were very few people who still followed the old traditions, most of them were the descendants of the Old Houses. He studied them critically, what had made a middle class healer and a young wizard decide to live by them? He had had no choice as he was raised surrounded by these customs and educated by his tutors and parents this way, not that he regretted following them.

"I am Healer Reid, under the command of his grace, the Duke of Malfoy and this is my apprentice, young Colby Middleton", she introduced herself.

The blond carefully hid his surprise. They were under the command of the Duke of Malfoy, but he somehow doubted they meant his father or him. They were the only surviving members of their House but people had stopped using that title long ago which, considering the ritual he had been doing, meant... He wasn't in his time. He was in the Old times. It certainly explained his utter exhaustion and why the ritual had sucked the Malfoy Fortress' magic. Why would Malfoy Fortress send him here? How could he go back?

They would ask about his identity, what should he say? At least it was obvious they thought he was somebody, because otherwise he wouldn't be in such a luxurious bedroom nor would he have a healer looking after him. His hand instinctively wrapped around his medallion, it had the Malfoy crest in it but in this time the crest was different. He could say it represented another House. But none had been extinguished by that time at least to his knowledge... what to do? He needed more time but the healer was starting to wonder at his silence.

"The Duke of Malfoy?", he enquired politely.

"He is the Paterfamilias of the House of Malfoy, sir. The House of Malfoy owns this land and is well-known for their affinity to dragons. Some people call them dragon riders, sir", explained the Healer looking surprised he hadn't heard of the Malfoys.

Dragon riders? He had really gone back in time, Malfoys hadn't been able to control dragons for hundreds of years. The Malfoys from this era had taken some of the dragon blood into their own line which allowed them to bond with dragons and control them. He had been told the legends as a young child but he had never thought they were actually true, he had thought they were merely glorified to amuse a little wizard with a fascination for dragons. He had noticed, though, when he visited dragon reserves that dragons didn't react to him as badly as they would a wizard.

His father sometimes had whispered into his ear that they had dragon blood but... when he grew up, he dismissed the idea. He had known he had veela blood, it had granted their family good looks with their porcelain skin and platinum hair. He had known they had a bit of siren in them that gave them their unique silver eyes and silky voices. However, those were humanoid creatures, they could reproduce with wizards.

"Indeed, am I to assume I am in Malfoy territory?", asked Draco.

"Yes, sir. You were found in the forest near the castle and the Duke of Malfoy granted you residence", confirmed the healer, "your magic reserves were drained so the Duke of Malfoy assigned my services to you. The Duke of Malfoy will like to know the identity of his guest, mister...?"

"Draconis, I'm afraid I'm under a silence vow and, therefore, unable to utter my surname. My family resides in unplottable land and nothing from the inside can be spoken out of it", he stated.

"The Duke of Malfoy will be informed. Your magic reserves are severely depleted, sir, it will make you experience feebleness and the occasional dizziness. I will provide you with a blue potion every morning that will reduce these symptoms. You have been asleep for two weeks but your recovery will require at least another week of bed rest until your magic is outside of dangerous low levels for a wizard of your magic core. After that, I recommend to rest for most of the day but you could walk for ten minutes a day for a week, increasing to ten minutes in the morning and ten minutes in the afternoon for the third week"

Draco smiled weakly, "I see"

"Your reserves should be back to almost normal in four months and a half if you don't cast any spells. It would take longer but Samhain is in four months and it will aid your recovery"

After the healer's visit Draco promptly fell asleep. When he woke up his silver eyes were instantly drawn to the powerful figure standing next to his bed, observing him. It was definitely a wizard, the platinum blond could feel and almost see in a glow his strong magic. He looked to be in his mid twenties but he could be even fifty, the more powerful a wizard, the slower his ageing occurred. And according to his ability to feel magic, the only person whose power compared was his Headmaster's and he couldn't even be sure since the magics felt different. The stranger's magic was more intense, untamed albeit controlled. His hair was black, shining a dark green under the candles' light, and his eyes were a metallic golden, his pupils were slit. He was a Malfoy.

"Draconis", greeted him the wizard with a deep husky voice.

The younger wizard tried to sit up but his elder put a stern hand on his shoulder pushing him back into the bed. The pale boy flinched in surprise when their body's connected, the alien magic caressing the point of their joint. He hadn't been prepared for that since he hadn't expected his ancestor to actually touch him. The blond beauty rested back into the bed, looking up to the other Malfoy, trying to mask the uncertainty in his silver eyes. His ancestor was being awfully familiar with him, calling him by his first name and touching him.

"I am Kendrick Malfoy, Heir of House of Malfoy. I was the one who found you, Draconis", introduced himself confidently the other man, his eerie golden eyes were trained on the Slytherin who resisted the urge to fidget under the scrutiny.

"I thank you for your aid, my lord, I am deeply grateful for your help. Had you not brought me here I wouldn't have survived, sir", he thanked the older wizard sincerely.

He was rather formal, even though the older wizard had taken quite a few liberties. However, he owed him a life debt so he supposed it was the least he could do. Although it was obvious the other was a warrior, especially from the dragon hide armour that was peeking under the neck of his rich robes that allowed mobility so maybe he was used to being curt. After all, warriors were known to be rather abrupt, especially when they were used to a position of leadership. They were used to spitting orders and having them followed instantly and to the smallest detail.

"It was no hardship", dismissed the warrior carelessly, staring at Draco.

The blond tilted his head to stare at him in confusion more comfortably since the other was quite tall and he was laying down, the wizard from the Old times wasn't saying anything but he wasn't leaving either. Why had the other come? As the Malfoy Heir he had a lot of duties, so why would he waste his free time visiting him? Did he suspect his story? He scrutinized the strong and handsome face, trying to get some insight in the other's intentions but the stoic expression gave away no clues. The older wizard held his stare until Draco could no longer look into the eerily metallic golden eyes that swirled with what seemed to be pure magic and intent. The time traveler heard muted steps coming closer to his enormous bed. He started to raise his silver only to see uncomprehending as the other leaned forward, his hand suddenly cupping Draco's soft cheek.

"Saving such a beautiful wizard as yourself would never be a hardship, Draconis", stated the warrior, his low voice rumbling deep in his chest and ultimately seductive.

The fair-haired Slytherin felt his cheeks heat and he blushed, lowering his silver eyes bashfully before he could control his reaction. This was inconceivable! He managed to control his reaction when he found out he was hundreds of years into the past and yet he blushed like a virgin maiden when he was complimented. The other's thumb stroked his pink cheek gently despite being slightly coarse from holding weapons like swords. The lithe wizard resisted the urge to nibble his lower pink lip in anxiety, an habit his Father had worked hard to make him abandon. His feelings at the thought of his proud Father went from uncertainty to anger. How dare the other mock him in such way? He defiantly twisted his face out of the dragon rider's hold.

"Sir Kendrick, please say no more of this talk", he responded sternly, his back stiff with dignity as his silver eyes raged.

Golden eyes studied his reaction carefully and the warrior nodded sharply in acceptance not protesting, backing away from the luscious bed and adopted a distant and almost professional stance. The body language that had been so inviting and seductive for Draco seconds ago went to unapproachable and haughty. In return, the beautiful blond regained his composure.

"Healer Reid said that you were unable to inform us of your background", declared the dark haired wizard, pausing to allow the other to explain in an attempt to manipulate the other into filling the silence with more information that would be given otherwise.

The Ice Prince refused to feel uncomfortable by the awkward silence and only repeated his earlier lie, "That it's true my family is under a spell, not unlike the Fidelius"

"I see, so will you contact your family or will you wait until you're recuperated to return?", inquired the warrior, his golden eyes revealing a weird flash of emotion for less than a second, not long enough to interpreter it with confidence but enough to know the other really wanted to know the answer.

"I am afraid I am unable to contact my family since I no longer have the location in my mind, I'll have to stay here until I can find a way to... reconnect", was his ambiguous reply, since he didn't know how to get back to the future.

"Indeed, well, the Duke of Malfoy will offer his hospitality as long as you need it", affirmed the dragon rider although he didn't look particularly welcoming or accepting.

"And I thank the Malfoy Family for their hospitality, Sir Kendrick"

-Author note-

Hi, people!

Now some of you might have noticed that the dragon riders story is quite similar to a family story in "The Game of Thrones". It wasn't my intention and it was completely subconscious, I didn't really notice until I re-watched one of the episodes because I was bored. I decided to leave it be, because that world is similar to what I want to recreate in the Old times. However, this fic won't be a crossover with "The Game of Thrones", despite its similarities.

So in answer to Emerald Panther, Draco's probably not going to be training to be a warrior because his magic reserves are too exhausted for it and, consequently, his body too. I really don't know whether he'll be or won't be a warrior, I think I'll probably have him train in another field of magic like Warding because it doesn't really fit the bottom image I have of him ;)

About the incest, I don't know yet how far it'll go. I don't even know if it can really be considered incest since they're so distantly related, there must be at least a hundred of generations between them. If you don't like the thought of Draco being with a Malfoy from the Old times, review and let me know because I still don't know the pairing.

Thank you for all your nice reviews, they made me really happy to know someone liked this ;)

Serena90