DISCLAIMER: THE BOOK BELONGS TO J. I HAVE ONLY BORROWED BOTH CHARACTERS AND PLOTLINE.

CHAPTER 37

Two weeks had passed since the incident and Harry had read many books, searching for an answer to what had happened to him at the duel. Sitting in the library that evening, by himself, because Draco had gone for a one-on-one Occlumency practice with Snape, he decided to continue his hunt for something more on Parselmouths'. The thing was, every book he had read said that Parselmouths' spoke to snakes aloud; there was no mention of images and emotion being shared or exchanged.

He had found strange and useless bits of information like how Bauldrich the Sneaky had tricked people into believing that he could talk to snakes and was a parselmouth, only to die ten years later after being bitten by his own snake. They later on found out that he had been trained by a muggle snake charmer and con artist to control the snake while speaking utter nonsense in front of it.

Sighing in frustration he slammed the book close and saw Madam Pince looking disapprovingly at him. Harry mouthed an apology and placed the book back in its shelf under her watchful gaze and returned to the table.

Sitting back down he tried to think of anyone who would have information. Staring at the librarian's retreating back, he suddenly jerked out of his contemplation, Madam Pince herself was the perfect choice for it! Hermione had once told him about how she had sought her help during researching hard to find topics. The woman was a veritable mine of information, so waiting for the clock to strike eight, when the library closed, he went in search of the woman.

Harry found her placing books that had been abandoned on the table in their respective places with magic. Noticing the boy waiting for her, she turned around exasperatedly and said "Mr Potter it's past closing time and as you can see I'm busy doing other people's work, people who unfortunately don't know their alphabets and think 'E's' come before 'C's'. Also, no, you cannot stay longer and no, I cannot let you look at the restricted section without you getting me a note signed by a teacher" so saying she turned back and doubled her efforts in avoiding looking at him.

After finishing one table she turned around to find Harry had efficiently completed the work at the next table. Looking at him with narrowed eyes, she folded her arms across her chest while tapping her foot impatiently and asked "What is it that you want Mr Potter?"

Harry smiled politely and said "I want to ask you about some information" he said.

Madam Pince looked disbelievingly at him for a moment and then asked sharply "Why not go to the other the Professors Mr Potter? It's what they are here for after all."

Harry looked beseechingly at her and said "But Hermione has already told me, that you have an extensive knowledge on every subject and I need to know a little about History of magic."

Sniffing, haughtily she said "Go to Professor Binns then" and was about to walk away when Harry quickly said "But Professor Binns could be floating around anywhere right now and it's almost curfew time, also," he said looking carefully at her "I need very precise information and Professor Binns, he…"

"Well," Madam Pince said "at least one person in this school is able to recognize me as a better history of magic teacher. You know, I had applied to Hogwarts for that very position Mr Potter, as I lack practical skill, but I was turned down for that dead man who refuses to relinquish his hold on the subject."

Harry smiled uncomfortably at her, feeling bad for having insulted the man no matter how boring he was, but at least she had finally come around.

"What do you know about Parselmouths?" Harry asked her.

Madam Pince looked surprised and asked him why he would want such information; Harry glibly lied and said it was an extra-assignment in care of magical creatures. She told him what everyone else already knew. Continuing to press her for more information, he asked her if Parselmouths' ever communicated with snakes or other reptilian beasts using images or emotions or felt connected to them.

Madam Pince thought for a while tracing the backbone of a book in her hands and then shook her head, "No, they don't."

Harry was disappointed, what on earth, had he felt then? Looking at him, she said slowly "There are other Legends that speak of such abilities, rare and forgotten stories."

Harry perked up and looked expectantly at her, "This is only myth or legend," she said firmly "tell me Mr Potter, what do you know of dragons? She asked.

Not waiting for a reply she continued talking "You perhaps already know dragon's blood has twelve uses, its claws and spikes are used in potions, its skin for armor and clothing, its heart for wand making and its bones in telling the fortunes of others." Harry nodded.

"The beast as a whole you know is violent and used for defense by the Ministry, trained by whom we call Dragon Tamers. They are taught the same way a dog or kneazle is taught, to sit or beg when they are prompted to."

"But the truth Mr Potter, is that the dragons are creatures from magic itself. Their origin goes beyond time and their power is so great that an army would only be able to cause them a small injury."

"Now what do you know of the Dragon Tamers of old?" she asked peering at him through her pince-nez spectacles warming up to the subject. Harry shook his head in puzzlement, what on earth was she trying to get at?

"The Dragon Tamers of old, Mr Potter were very much different from the ones today; they were sometimes called Dragon Riders, as the dragons had let them ride on their backs. It was said that they spoke to the magical beasts using images and emotions like what you spoke of, they could also communicate with lesser animals like the snake, as it was a close ancestor. But the greatest bond was forged between the Tamers and the dragons themselves.

Harry was shocked, if he understood what she was saying, then she had just implied that he could be a Dragon Tamer. Laughing to him-self, he asked her if she knew how the Tamer came unto his power. Looking thoughtfully at him, she said that there was a huge difference with a Parselmouth and a Tamer; a Parselmouth inherited his powers, while a Dragon Tamer received his as a gift from the dragons itself.

Sighing in relief, he thought that he had never felt any different, no feeling of great power within him. So he definitely couldn't be what she had told him. Out of curiosity, he asked how a Dragon Tamer recognized himself as being chosen by the dragon.

She smiled at him for the first time dreamily, as if looking far away, "It has only ever been heard of through song, poetry and fables" she said. And then she recited in a singsong voice;

He chanced a look at the vicious beast,

And instead of flames he saw peace.

Eyes that held the entire universe,

How had he ever thought a dragon accursed?

A bond that would remain forever unbroken,

To protect and be protected he became the chosen.

"The poem goes on," she said breaking out of her reverie abruptly "but basically it means that a Dragon Tamer will see the universe being reflected in the dragon's eyes. Harry stumbled, shocked, remembering the bliss that had come over him when he had looked into the shimmering galaxy in Norbert's eyes.

'No,' he thought 'no way, was he the first probable Dragon Tamer in this era!' he thanked Madam Pince absentmindedly and walked back unsteadily after hearing such a huge revelation, to the Ravenclaw tower.