Sad Endings and Unknown Beginnings
By Servant of the Shadows
Chapter Three
Memories//Diary Entries
Parseltongue//Dragonspeak
Author Notes
Thoughts
Warnings: Slash, mentions of gore, violence, Mpreg(MAYBE), OOC, AU, crossover, total disregard of HBP and DH, insanity, insanity and a tendency of irregular updates… Think I got them all…
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Harry yawned as pale soft rays of dawn caressed his face. The two small lumps next to him stirred as the new day started. Silken sheets and plush navy cushions surrounded the trio and everything in the room screamed royalty from the tall double doors, the high vaulted ceiling, to the ample view that was given by the balcony. The prominent color within the room was a deep silky blue, the same tone that still covered Harry's left fringe.
Slipping carefully out of bed, Harry ambled through the strewn clothing and endless mess the kids had made the night before. Reaching the double doors which were made of glass, he opened them slowly as to not make a sound and was greeted by the view of the balcony.
The cool predawn air slammed into him like a blanket of ice and the small snowflakes that danced with the air seemed to attest to that fact as they fell haphazardly to the ground. The thin silk robe was all he wore and the warming charm was the only thing that kept him from freezing.
Seven years… that was the amount of time he had lived here as the King of this land, Haleron, and that was the estimated time it had taken for the people to survive the Slaughter, as it had been called since. It was still to be decided if they called it that for how the orcs had invaded and destroyed everything, or for the slaughter they had received at Harry's hands.
Below him the city laid, still asleep in these early hours, and like a nest of ants every building was organized and all had their function. The buildings in the middle were those dedicated to the children and scholars of the city, to those who could not protect themselves. The Great Library, with its giant double turrets which were filled to the brim with rows upon rows of books; The Orphanage, with its ancient (to Harry) Victorian style, white walls and blue ceilings; The Academy, which housed all of those with the wish to learn; and of course the Field Of Flowers.
The pride of the city and the monument to Harry as their savior lay in an empty space where the original town had been and had fallen. Flowers grew in liberal amounts and even now, in the middle of a harsh winter, they were present. A translucent lake lay in the middle of the flowers and right in between the icy waters was an island which no one who was not of royalty could step on, amongst its shores rested the sapphire statue of a phoenix.
The Heart of the City, as it had been named, had been banned by any other person who was not the king or The Royal duo. In other words King Harry (he still blanched at the title), Prince Sephias and Princess Laeri. The law that attested to the fact had been passed by the populace since the beginning; the concept of democracy had still been new to them seven years ago…
To the edges of the Wisdom Quarter started the Life Quarter, with its red roofs and sturdy walls. Miles of alleys and side streets could be seen as a labyrinth among a sea of houses, on different intervals laid squares and within the squares laid tall fountains with the images of fairies on their borders. Said fountains served as pointers, or better said as a point me spell. Just ask where you wish to be and one of the fairies would spring to life and lead you away. The genius behind the creation of them was purely that of Princess Laeri as she got lost among the cobbled streets more often than not, yet the manufacturer of them was solely Harry's work.
After the Living Quarter rested the Trading Quarter, and as its name suggested its utility was placed in the exchange of goods. No money and no form of payment had been brought up in anytime since his rise to the crown, and if he could keep it that way there was no problem at all. Work if you want to eat, and don all of which you do not need; was the famous saying amongst the people.
Lastly lay the War Quarters, filled to the top with students who wished to learn the ways of the sword, the axe, the bow and the daggers. Harry's personal favorite was the double edged axe, and so it was not wonder that every student wished to wield one. Barracks, weaponsmiths, armorsmiths and mounts were all scattered amongst the training fields. Even from the distance Harry could hear the awakening sounds from the outer ring of the City and it brought a smile to his face. This was his city, his people and his place of belonging.
The sea of green that lay after the gray stoned barracks had been populated by dragons and unicorns since its start and the fact that they had kneeled themselves and taken him as a Master warmed his heart. Not only did they rest among Haleron's lands, but they provided allies in battle and mounts for the Elite.
In the distance Harry could see as the first Riders departed and started their daily practice. Elite Riders were those who had faced the slaughter alongside him, and for that fact the dragons had gifted them with an egg each. The dragon within was to pass from generation to generation as the years passed, and even now one of the men was standing before death's gates. His daughter had been thrilled at the fact that she was to be among the ranks of the men. Never had such a thing been exercised, but no one mistrusted the King's words.
A small moan from the distance awakened Harry from his sightseeing and with a sigh he turned towards the bed. Amongst the silken sheets Harry could distinguish Laeri's brown curls, her violet eyes still closed in protest against the light.
Sephias was still out as a rock, his pale arm draped loosely over Laeri's slender waist. From Harry's point of view, they looked like a loving couple just awakening from an hour long session of loving. The thought brought a smile to his face; he expected it to happen anytime soon, the murmured whispers and fleeting caresses had not escaped his view.
Their years were less than those he had when he had first noticed women existed, but then again he had been more focused in keeping his life than losing his virginity. The fact that he was not interested in women had been discovered long after that, but it had been worth the wait.
Laeri snuggled closer to Sephias, seeking warmth in the middle of winter and that little action had caused him to wake, his deep sapphire eyes took in her shape pressed against his before he jumped out of bed as quickly as humanly possible. His face was bathed in red and as she opened her eyes and gazed at him it only became worse.
Sitting in the middle of the bed, hair tussled, bewildered expression on her face; it almost made her seem eight again. Until she realized what had happened and her eyes twinkled with mischief. Harry saw her start crawling out of bed and towards Sephias, the smile on his face was all he could do as to not alert them of his presence.
Once she reached him, Sephias already had his back pressed against the cool floor and Laeri had crawled over his stiff body. As their lips met, and as Sephias arms snaked around her waist Harry forced a cough from his position, only a few feet away from them.
"It seems it's about time you each got your own room." He stated amusement clear in his voice. "If not that, then I fear for the reputation it might bring in the future once the maids find my bed in disarray and three people sleeping within the sheets." The innuendo seemed to be missed by Laeri who had her head tilted to the side, confusion written over her face. Sephias on the other hand had blushed profoundly and was staring at his feet.
"Ah, it seems the soldiers in the barracks had let their mouths wander." He added as he recognized the princes' embarrassment. Harry laughed at his expense. The kings' sexual preference had never been a secret to begin with. That said, many had tried but no one had managed to share the king's bed, even for just one night.
"Is it not time for you to start training on this fine morning, young Prince?" Harry asked, taking pity on the boy for once. The head of yellow hair bobbed in a nod before he ran out of the room and into the baths.
"And I believe it is time for you to call the maids, I cannot help you dress as I have stated before. The lace confounds me deeply." Laeri nodded as well before she drifted toward the closed double doors, her steps echoed as her feet clattered over the cool stone steps and her mind still attempting to process that which both males understood.
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Walking among the sea of green and seemingly never ending waist length grass, Harry relished in the wind that tousled his hair. The fact that he was barefoot walking across a plain in the middle of winter did not appear to have crossed his mind. The slack silken robe still hung loosely around his shoulders, causing some of the tall grasses to caress his pale skin.
The Princess was already in class, among the other children of the village, and the only difference was that he was already flying over him; his deep green dragon beating its wings in a steady rhythm. Nienna, as he had named the female dragon, was little more but a speck from the distance, but with his enhanced sight Harry could see her beauty clearly. Harry smiled as he saw them dance among the clouds, the feeling of dread which had taken root within his heart for a considerable time seemed to lessen a tiny bit at the sight.
The mountain stood, tall and ancient, before him after many hours of walking. The tall peak had been frozen to the core and the small opening that signaled the cavern in which his friend lived was almost covered in mist. The spindly trail that wound its way to the mouth of the cave did not bother the King, for it had a great view and the walking cleared his mind of the issues his kingdom had.
They weren't many that was true, yet they were present. Harry smiled as he saw the glint of dark green once more. How he wished to be free once again, to dance with wind and fire… The temptation to transform right away was quelled as he realized he had reached his destination, time truly flew when your mind was in other places.
The icicles that grew on the upper lip of the caves' mouth seemed to be larger than him from the angle he had been gazing at them and the danger they posed brought another thought to Harry's mind. The possibility of one of them falling was not discarded as Harry stepped forth and inside the lengthy tunnels that burrowed deep within the Caradhras Mountain, many of its halls grazing the dwarven stronghold that was named Moria. If only they knew how close they had come to discovering a whole breeding nest of Smaug the Golden, the very same dragon who had stolen their riches and expulsed them from their ancient home; the thought almost made him laugh. That very dragon was one of Harry's Councilmen (or perhaps Councildragon?) and the one who had first formed the alliance between Haleron and the Dragons of middle earth, one of his closest friends if truth be told.
Smiling at that thought his mind dug deeper inside the memory, only for him to see and the sudden warmth that encompassed the cavern so suddenly seemed to be welcomed by him. The first sign of the eggs that littered the cavern floor was the unearthly glow which splattered the walls with a million different colors and hues as they melded together.
Harry's emerald orbs danced with merry as they took sight of them, they counted as his children as well within his heart. Green, blue, violet, golden, pasty yellow, silver, gray, black, red, pink, orange… The colors were endless like an out of control rainbow. The quantity of them was still overwhelming, but Smaug had never mentioned it so Harry had let it drop.
The ground started to vibrate; only Harry was moved along with the vibrations, a fact that made him smile once more. Smaug was asleep once again. Quickly turning into Ash, he danced among the gigantic (from his new point of view) eggs.
Up ahead the sight of silver claws greeted him soon followed by precious looking golden scales. Said scales seemed to be twice his current size and they were the smallest among his lengthy hide. The Hogwarts' motto came to mind as he wiggled among the small quantity of golden coins that served as a bed for the ancient dragon. "Never tickle a sleeping dragon", that had been it if his memory served him right.
Well, he was never one to follow the rules set by society and if he wanted to tickle a sleeping dragon he sure as hell would! Stealthily slipping past the folded limb that composed his wing, Harry slipped towards the only place that had a missing scale. The pale flesh that greeted his view drew a malicious hiss equivalent to a laugh from his serpentine lips.
He slithered as close as he could without alerting the mammoth and rested his head in the ground, the flame danced among the scales as the tip of this tail neared the exposed flesh. With swift movements the dragon had awoken and yelped as he was tickled by the tiny snake.
"Enough, enough! I concede my defeat, you sneaky whelp!" He yelled, the walls vibrating, as he surrendered. His flailing tail had stopped as Harry withdrew and turned into his human form once more. His emerald eyes greeted Smaug's deep golden ones, mirth spilled from one and from the other came resentment.
"I did not tell you my weakness so you could attack me in my sleep." Smaug said, flame darting from his nostrils as the annoyance seeped into his voice.
"Surely, I was not attacking you. I was merely warning you of my arrival." Harry responded, half expecting to be grilled to the ground.
"Aye, I concede this defeat as well. Now, what have you come here for my little whelp?" he said as he settle down once more, making sure to leave a place for Harry to settle down as well. Harry walked forth and slipped down the golden scales that covered the dragons' torso, all semblance of humor gone.
"I sense darkness in the air, Smaug, death and darkness. Dread fills my heart like a slow moving sickness and does not leave my body even if I wish it to. I fear what it shall do to the children of the lands." Harry said, a fist attempting to clutch his heart, sadness rung in each note as they bounced off the walls.
"It is not your world to save, little one. Your world is already saved, let the young ones take care of this world by themselves. It is a test they must accomplish on their own." Smaug said, his golden eyes melting as he heard his distraught child.
"But even now they are sailing away! Escaping what fate had handed to them, how can I just stand by and let my new home be shattered to dust like my past life was? I refuse to stand by and do nothing!" he responded, his voice reaching Parseltongue at the end of his rant.
"That's not what I ask of you. I only ask for you to wait for the time of your entrance in this battle. The Valars' have already planned the outcome of this battle and how it shall start, I know because I am part of the start." Smaug said a hint of apprehension in his voice.
Time seemed to freeze for Harry, he had never even considered the day in which his faithful friend and father figure would leave him behind in the imprisonment of life. "What?", was all that he could get past his lips.
"It is as they have dictated it. It is not to come soon, nor I expect for you to grasp the meaning of this task easily, but I ask you to understand. Life had been a torture to me for more than one millennium. My true mate died next to me, by my claw, and yours has yet to come. Wait for him and he shall come…" The dragon said; grief radiating from him as his words wormed their way into Harry's heart.
"I… had no known that" Harry said, having nothing more to say.
"I did not expect you to… It all happened long before you came and gave me hope." Said Smaug. "It is time for you to know…" He added, his words fading to nothing as if they had died within his throat. His golden neck twisted a bit more, allowing his golden eyes to rest upon Harry.
"Have you ever wondered why these eggs will not hatch?" he said. The answer obvious even if he had not asked the question, a rhetorical question.
"Long ago, when the lands were lush and dragons roamed without restraint, a wizard lived. The colors of the dragons always seemed to be envied by all, but not him. Green, red, blue, purple… None called his attention, yet there was one who did. The Golden Star, as he had been named by the people below his wings." The way he said it told Harry that the golden dragon was himself.
"One night the wizard proposed to be him caretaker, but the dragon refused. He had a nest to take care of, his younglings would starve and his mate would miss him. The wizard infuriated at being refused cursed the dragon. 'Never shall you see your offspring and forever shall your mate feel the coolness of abandonment. Never again shall she remember you!' When I arrived to our cavern, she did not recognize me or our offspring." Golden tears fell from his eyes and he pain could be felt by Harry. "You must remember that dragons are very volatile creatures and awakening among a nest of unknown whelps served to snap her… When I arrived most of the children were dead, the rest were badly hurt and only a few eggs were left. Her claws were stained with the blood of our brood."
Harry sat still, wanting to comfort the golden colossal but not knowing how. "I did what I had to. I had to choose between the remaining children or her. And the facts that all these eggs surround us now attest to my choice in the matter." The silence that followed was so deep that he was afraid that when it shattered it would break the dragon.
"Yet, they will not hatch until my death… I have a favor to ask of you Harry." The dragon said, his melancholic mood vanishing. "Take care of them once I'm gone and tell them about me… Tell them about Smaug the Golden."
Harry gulped and nodded. "I swear by my magic" he whispered, the blue light that bound his magic in this contract dancing around him. Smaug lowered his snout to Harry's head.
"Thank you little one. Now see the sapphire one, the one next to the violet one?" He said as he turned to look to his left, indeed there was a sapphire one. Its gorgeous hue had more than once caught Harry's attention, so he remembered it well. "It shall be yours. Take care of her as if she were your little princess in the lands below." Harry nodded as he neared the egg.
It was perfectly round and it could easily be his size, which in this occasion it was a good thing he had more strength than a normal human. "I shall be leaving for the Misty Mountains once more. Too much time has passed since my last visit."
"May the wind always fill your wings, my friend." Harry replied. "My father…" he added a knot in his throat.
"Good Bye, little one… and thank you" Smaug said as he stood and made his way towards the opening behind him. Diving from his perch, that was the last glance Harry had of him as he turned around and walked out of the cave, the egg still in his arms.
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"You cannot do this, Father!" Sephias yelled. "I cannot become King if the past one is still alive and well! I refuse to take the title." His golden tresses dancing franticly around him as he gestured wildly, his wife stood a couple of feet behind him. Laeri's face was set in the same determination as Sephias.
Harry lay among thousands of azure pillows in the grand hall where the King was to receive all visitors and complains from the populace. "Sure you can, all you have to do is kneel and repeat after me." He said as he playfully vented himself with a feathered vent. The scorching summer warmth doing nothing to his pale skin and the cooling charms worked their magic (quite literally) around the palace.
"It is not time for your jokes father…"Laeri said from behind her husband, a hand on her swelled belly.
"Indeed, I thought the same. Which is why you are soon to become queen." He responded. Raising a hand to stop the coming outbursts, he sat up. "Which is why I am passing the title to you two, a kingdom cannot have the same ruler forever. I will not age and I will not die, you know this. The passing of power needs to be now if you wish for your children to be taken as a true prince of Haleron."
"Prince?" Sephias said, hope in his voice.
"Well damn, I just slipped didn't I?" Harry mumbled to himself. Sephias, having heard his father's words, turned and hugged Laeri.
"We are going to have a son! We are going to have a son!" He yelled in mirth as Laeri smiled at him.
"Do not think you have distracted me as well, Father." Laeri mumbled from within Sephias embrace.
"Always a sharp one aren't you?" he mumbled back as he sat up. "Truth is, I do not wish to be king for all my existence. It is your duty to succeed me, and I decided it was about time. The prince looks older than the king."
"Not by much" Sephias pointed out. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Fine, so you look seventeen and we're twenty four… It does not change the fact that you are the person who founded this kingdom." He turned towards his wife, expecting to find support. Her thoughtful expression wiped the smug smirk off his lips.
"We agree to take the title with two conditions," Laeri said. "The first one is that a legend must start; a legend that centers on you as our founder and true king. The second one is that if you are ever to have children, that offspring is to take the throne from our children. They count higher in the royal bloodline, agreed?" She said, happy with the wording of her speech.
"Agreed," Harry said. "I do not intend to have children and that legend can be spoken among our people."
"Traitor" Sephias murmured from his spot in the middle of the room.
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"Grandpapa! Grandpapa!" Harry turned at the sound of the small voice. Opening his arms wide he waited for the expected impact. The curly yellow bob slammed into him, almost making them drop to the ground.
"What is it, my Elemmírë?" Harry said his voice tender and sweet as he spoke to her. Her violet eyes raked over Harry's face as if searching for something.
"Camthalion is bothering me again." She said as if it was the greatest sin in the universe. Harry laughed.
"Is that so? Shouldn't you seek retribution then, with your own means?" Harry said, the small bundle in his arms nodded as if hanging off his every word. "Now Isilwen, search for that twin of yours and tell him that if he does not seek me he will be grounded." The eight year old nodded and slipped from his arms, running in the direction she had come from.
"You can come out now, Camthalion. What is your side to this story?" Harry said amusement in his voice as the prince came from behind the tall statue behind him.
"Grandpapa! I was just having some fun with her, it's not my fault she is a crybaby and always seeks you out." The eight year old said as his violet eyes filled with tears, as if expecting to be punished.
Harry turned around and kneeled before his grandson. "Hush now; you are the crown prince tears are not becoming. I shall not punish you if you agree not to mistreat her again." The small curls bounced around the thin silver diadem as he nodded. "Now go play, for the day is still young and your father is sure to be looking for his son. Is it not the day in which he promised to teach you the ways of the sword?" His face beamed at the remembrance. He nodded once more as he ran out of the hallway and into the garden beyond.
Laughing, Harry turned and walked towards the grand hall where Laeri was sure to be. The two thrones stood at the head of the rectangle shaped room and behind them lay a thin, translucent veil. The dip in the material that formed the floor was almost invisible as the thousands of navy cushions were laid inside it.
The thirty two year old queen was sitting in the right handed throne and as Harry came into the room she smiled at him. Harry smiled back and walked past her and dropped himself over the plush blue cushions.
"Welcome back, O Great One" She whispered mockingly to him as he groaned and decided to ignore the jive at the legend that had been formed among the people.
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Many years had passed since the time in which he was king, Laeri and Sephias had long ago passed and the fifth generation of royal blood was ruling. King Ephraim did a splendid job at being king, but Harry still missed the days in which his children ruled the court.
The royalty had split in two after Isilwen had married a warrior in the elite. Her children had become the line of royal warriors that now served to protect the frontlines and consisted of Commanders, the orcs did not stand a chance…
King Camthalion had married soon after his sister and he had had only one child. King Finrod the Gentle had been more of a scholar which led to a close relationship with Isilwen's children, having married to a Professor from the Academy they had only another child. Isilwen's children never had a taste for ruling, so the kingship continued with young Fingon son of Finrod.
Attempting to escape his father's title Fingon had a closer relationship with the Armada and so he became the first Warrior King of Haleron. His son, being only two at the time of Finrod's death had become a mixture of his Father and Grandfather, becoming one of the best Kings the land had had in its existence.
Up till now King Ephraim had lived and managed the country in an orderly manner. Harry smiled as he remembered the bloodline he had started and the nostalgic feeling inside his chest diminished as he viewed what greatness his children had caused.
"Angaráto," Ephraim called from the door. Harry turned around at the sound of his grandson's voice, the title of Grandfather in his words. "Is all well? You seemed to be in another place for a moment.
"All is well, young one." Harry said with a smile. "Just remembering those before you." Ephraim smiled as he walked past him, and sat in the throne Sephias had once sat upon. The throne to his right was still unoccupied and this was a fact that proved to be problematic seeing as the King was nearing his 60th summer.
"What council do you need of me?" Harry asked.
"Murmurs and whispers have reached me… Speaking of something that does not concern them." King Ephraim stated, clearly afraid to continue. Harry smiled kindly; the rumor mill seemed to still be circulating the same rumor that had started centuries ago.
"Speak up, seeing as either of us are children." He said, encouraging the King.
"They speak of your… sexual preference." Ephraim said, his cheeks reddening madly as he finished the sentence. "And I… ah… share the same; I wish to know if there is any way for a man to… conceive."
Harry chuckled slightly at the thought, surely it was possible. "Indeed, to both subjects. The only obstacle for it to work is that the people involved in the ceremony must love each other unconditionally. If one does not feel the same for the other or if there is the slightest hesitation the potion will not work, I should know… it failed for me before." Harry said, bitterness seeping into his tone as he remembered his lover.
King Ephraim sighed in relief, his shoulders sagging as he slid over the back of the chair. "Thank the Valars, The royal line is saved."
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Harry
awoke from his deep slumber with a start, his body was ravaged by the
cold wind as the window from his balcony lay open. His dream, that of
long golden tresses and murmured sighs of pleasure, shook him to the
core. It had felt so real…
The moon was glowing fiercely and bathing the world in a shade of silver you could only get at this time of the night. The stars were blinded by the darkness of the sky and the crisp snow that lay at the bottom of the castle seemed to absorb the light that the moon emitted, turning everything in a vision of white.
The lake that lay the middle of the land appeared to be frozen from his point of view and the flowers that always bloomed seemed to have withered for the first time in many centuries. The puzzlement at the fact that the warming charm had failed had not banished from his thoughts as he emptiness ravaged his core.
He walked towards the edge of the balcony, the silk robe still strung over his shoulders and the warming charm just being placed once more prevented him from freezing to death, the inner fire and his animagus forms prevented him from feeling the cold. The statue of the sapphire phoenix was visible even from this distance and at its feet Harry could make out the perfectly round shape that composed the dragon egg Smaug had given him so long ago.
He feeling of dread he had not felt in so long filled his heart once more as the egg wobbled slightly. Smaug had said that the eggs would only hatch if his death came, and the egg he was given had started to hatch.
Wasting no time Harry jumped from the balcony, the fact that it was the tallest turret in the city did not bother him as he plummeted to the ground. In mid flight he turned into his phoenix form and with a violent screech he battled against the wind, attempting to reach the egg before it cracked open.
The lake, as Harry had predicted, had frozen over and it had just started melting as the egg hatched. Harry landed haphazardly next to the shattered remains from the egg shell and only a few pieces were still keeping the whelp inside its cocoon.
He wasted no time in turning into his human self as he helped the dragon get rid of the remaining shells. Silence reined the island as the azure eyes opened for the first time.
"Idril." Harry whispered, the name coming to the front of his mind. "Your name is Idril…"
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Soon after the dragon had hatched Harry had sounded the alarm to alert the Elite of the whereabouts of Smaug's nest, his direct orders were to help and protect the whelps at all costs. Those of who the Royal Elite deemed worthy and the dragons chose would join the Elite and receive said dragon.
Meanwhile Harry had turned into his dragon form for the first time in many centuries, grasped Idril within his talons and flown in the direction of the Misty Mountains as if the devil himself was at his heels.
The monochrome landscape below him did nothing to assuage his dread and the little dragon that he held in his feet had long ago fallen asleep. The flame seeping from his nostril did not stop and the snow that melted as it made contact did not make Harry stop.
Up, down, up, down, up, down, up, down… The stead rhythm did nothing to help either as he pushed his limits to the maximum, he needed to reach Smaug. His friend, his counselor, his mentor, his father…!
Despair filled his heart as he reached the cavern in which Smaug had hidden among his stolen coins. A roar escaped his lips; anguish could be clearly heard as it swept among the land. Foolish humans, vengeful dwarves and meddlesome hobbits; how dare they?
Landing lithely on the entrance of the cave Harry shifted back to his original form, the whelp had started to wake as the fumes of the melted metal reached her nostrils. The heat did nothing to him and it merely licked Idril's scales. Deep within the cavern a still shape could be seen, its golden scales glinting even among the clouds of smoke.
Another yell issued from Harry's throat and it was soon followed by the laughter he had thought he had left behind. Insane, insane, insane and gripped with pain…
He walked forward, his mouth set in a maniatical smirk and everything burned around him. "Smaug… Smaug…" he whispered. Once he reached the dragon he placed a hand on his warm snout.
"Do not weep, little one. We had expected this end for many seasons, rejoice in the fact that I will now reunite with those I love. Death is only a step forth in the journey of life, yours will come some day, so do not weep, nor laugh, nor smirk… All is well…" The whispered words reached Harry, the reason behind them making him weep all the harder.
"May your ashes continue the dance that your body started, that of flame and wind…"Harry said as he conjured a flame in his outstretched hands. He did not even notice that the color was sapphire until the flesh of the Golden One was rendered to ash.
"Good bye, Smaug…"
He did not notice the grey eyes that watched him among the flames, nor the spark of hope that they radiated as Gandalf The Gray watched from the sidelines.
Done! Thank you so much for those who reviewed and just so you know, I'm sorry if there are any typos. I have no beta and I'm sick as a dog, I swear that my world hasn't stopped moving in the last 5 says, I'm sick of it xD.
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