For HedwigBlack because we both love Charlie just so much.

Charlie is seven when he sees a dragon for the first time and he knows immediately that he's in love. There is nothing that can compare to the sight; at least, not in his opinion. He stares up at the Liondragon with his blue eyes wide. The sun shimmers off the scarlet scales, making the dragon's body look as if it's on fire. And Charlie has never seen anything so beautiful.

From his left, Arthur watches his son with a smile on his face. Arthur had pulled some strings to be able to bring Charlie to the Reservation because Charlie has been expressing some interest in it lately. Arthur doesn't regret cashing in most of his favors because he's never seen Charlie's face light up quite as brightly as it is now.

"They are beautiful, aren't they?" a new voice questions. Arthur turns around to greet the new person, but Charlie keeps his gaze on the dragon in front of him. "I'm presuming you are Arthur," the man says, offering Arthur his hand.

Arthur nods and shakes the proffered hand. "Yes."

Charlie says the first thing since he arrived. "I'm Charlie. What's the Liondragon's name?" he asks.

The man smiles at Charlie. "You sure know your dragons. His name is Zhuang. He came to the Reservation from China two years ago. The Chinese Reservation was having some difficulties with him and, seeming as we didn't have any Liondragons, we agreed to transfer him here."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Charlie tears his eyes away from the dragon and turns to the man. "But Liondragons don't have problems with sharing space. Why would the Chinese have issues with him?"

Raising his eyebrow, the man looks between Charlie and Arthur, impressed at Charlie's knowledge of dragons at a young age. But he answers Charlie's question anyway. "You're right; Liondragons aren't overly territorial, like most are. The Chinese were having issues with another dragon fighting with Zhuang. While Reservations try to take every precaution to avoid fights between dragons, occasionally some of them do attack one another and it can get pretty nasty."

"I read about that," Charlie informs him.

"Well, why don't we go look at a few other dragons that the Reservation takes care of?" the man offers.

Charlie's face lights up. "That would be great!"

Chuckling at the boy, the man leads Arthur and Charlie towards the gates. Upon entering, Charlie notices how large the Reservation is.

"This is the largest Reservation for the protection and study of dragons in the world. There are seven species of dragons here. Tamers are assigned at least one species to care for; though, most interact with all of them during their time here. Each of the species are kept in different areas, and sometimes individual dragons are kept away from the rest of their species; that is to make sure that they don't cause harm to one another," the man informs both Arthur and Charlie as they walk through.

"Do Dragon Tamers actually touch the dragons?" Charlie asks.

Nodding, the man answers, "Yes. That's what makes Dragon Taming such a dangerous job and career. There is a very high chance of being burned, hit or even killed by a dragon."

As they pass the habitat of a metallic silver dragon, Charlie stops and stares at it for a while. He looks up at his guide. "What dragon is this?"

"Ukrainian Ironbelly. This dragons' brother is the dragon protecting Gringotts," he replies easily. "They are the largest breed in the world."

"Can I touch one?" Charlie asks, his eyes pleading. "Please," he adds. He looks between his father and the guide.

Arthur barely keeps the shock off his face. "I don't think that's allowed on a tour, Char," he informs his son, leaning down to whisper in his ear softly. "Besides, I'm sure your mother would have my head if I allowed you to." Raising his voice so the guide can hear him, Arthur says, "Thank you for the tour."

Charlie's face falls as he says his thanks. He follows his father out of the Reservation. He is silent the entire way back. But as the cityscape comes into view, Charlie finally says something. "Dad?" he questions. Once he has Arthur's attention, he continues. "I'm going to work with dragons when I'm older!"

Smiling, Arthur ruffles his hair affectionately. "I know, son."

A/n – written for the Family Boot Camp: Weasleys. Prompt used: cityscape.

Thanks to Budapest All Over Again for beta-ing.