Howl, Harry
Chapter Eleven
Phoenix sang to his servant.
To his lover.
Calmed the grief.
And rose from the ashes.
Huge wings spread, barely beating to keep his large body aloft.
"Hush, my love. Calm. There's no need to destroy. This is home. Your Home. My Home. Our Home. Harry wishes for his Dragon, yes. But not like this."
Draconis leant into the flames.
Letting the intense heat wash away his grief.
Let it melt away scales, fangs, and spell residue.
Curled up, in the circle of flames, the solid black wolf whined pitifully.
Cerberus-I lied. This story is Ten chapter plus a prologue and an epilogue.