A/N: Hello, all. Thanks for the reviews and keep 'em comin'! I know this chapter is rather short, and I'm sorry, but I'm currently suffering from writer's block with regards to this story. A plot bunny keeps nagging me and I'm trying to think of a fitting story line for it…so yeah. Sorry about the length…

So, this is the end of the chapters that I have pre-written, so, given the amount that I have been writing lately, I have absolutely no idea when the next update will be...

Lord Mushie: Thank you for the idea in your review!

Isn't it funny the way the word "phonetic" is spelled with a ph rather than an f?

WARNINGS: see Ch. 1 for general fic warnings

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter 14

Fascinating Feasts and Curious Castles

After an awkward breakfast, brought on by everyone noticing their hormonal problems, and several presents opened in Draco's sitting room with everyone present, Harry was ready. After he had given the blond all of his other gifts, he got down on one knee in front of the blond. Draco's eyes widened. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, I request the honor and privilege of being allowed to court such a fine and beautiful being as yourself," he said in a silky voice. Draco was so choked up that he could only nod.

Harry opened the box with the bracelet, and everyone in the room gasped. It was exquisite. Draco was crying tears of joy when Harry clasped the bracelet around his wrist.

Draco pulled Harry up and kissed him with everything he had until they were both pink in the face and panting form lack of oxygen. Harry smiled.

September 1, 1996

Just at the stroke of midnight, signifying the beginning of the day for the return to school for Wizarding Britain, two eggs sitting inconspicuously in a small basket on the end table next to their master's bed began to crack. They kept cracking until two little dragons poked their heads out, and broke the shell completely. The only difference between these two was that one had brilliant orange-yellow eyes, smoldering with color like the sun, and the other's eyes were the brightest silver, like liquid moonlight. They had awoken from their sleep because their master would need them soon. He was going off to a strange place, and would be in danger from another, and he would need the dragon brothers' protection. So, they jumped off of the end table and flew into the bed, nuzzling up in between their master and his desired, and fell asleep once again.

The first thing Harry noticed when he woke up was something cold touching his nose. He noticed that it felt like it was made of scales, and thought that Nyx, his snake, named after the Greek goddess of night for her scales, had crawled into bed with them, again. Despite appearances (giant black snake with large fangs), the snake was very sentimental. If Nyx got lonely during the night, she often crawled into bed with Harry and Draco.

When Harry opened his eyes, the scales, rather than being the black color of Nyx's, were pale silver, as though the armor of the reptile on his face had been forged of moonstone. When Harry had shaken the sleep from his eyes, he noticed that, rather than a snake sitting on his face, it had been a dragon with an orange gaze, as though fire had given itself a solid form in those irises. This dragon was about three feet tall and five feet long. Its counterpart was orange-yellow, as though the sun itself burned bright beneath those scales, with silver eyes, smoldering and churning as if they were silver ore just melted. It was only twenty minutes later, when his brain was no longer fuzzy, that he realized that there shouldn't be dragons in his bed. Fortunately, before he could curse the dragons, he noticed the cracked eggs on the floor and surmised that these were Draco's dragons.

"So, you're Draco's," he said to himself. He received two simultaneous nods. Startled, Harry asked, "You can understand me?" He received two identical glares, as if to say, No fucking shit, Sherlock. Harry held up his hands in mock innocence.

He then set about his daily routine until a house elf appeared to wake him and Draco up, reminding him that today was the day to go back to Hogwarts.

Harry woke Draco up and told him it was time to get ready, since they would be leaving shortly.

When Harry and Draco were ready to leave, they met Lucius, Narcissa and Tom in the parlor.

The pair checked their luggage and made sure they had their familiars. Hades and Pluto, Harry's ravens, were on his shoulders. He had named them after the god of the Underworld because of their color that reminded him of Sirius's shaggy mane. Pluto was the one that seemed more vicious than his counterpart, as the Roman gods were more warlike than the Greek gods. Apollo and Artemis, Draco's dragons named for the twin god and goddess based upon their eyes, walked at his sides, heads level with the middle of his thighs. Nyx was curled around Harry's chest protectively.

They said their goodbyes and Harry Apparated himself and Draco to Platform 9 ¾, since he had gotten his license at the Ministry earlier that month.

When they arrived, Draco kissed Harry and left to board the train with his friends, while Harry went towards the staff cabin, which he had never seen before.

The train ride was uneventful. For Harry, it was few hours patrolling the cars, making sure none of the Slytherins got caught doing their shenanigans, or making sure the Gryffindors did. For Draco, it was talking with his friends, Blaise and Pansy, taunting the Weasel, Weaslette and Mudblood, and stealing kisses from Harry as they ran into each other accidentally *cough*on purpose*cough* in the corridor.

When the train arrived in Hogsmeade, Hagrid's booming voice called the first years over to him so they could embark on their customary rid across the lake. Rather than ride in the carriages up to the school, Harry simply Apparated to the gate to arrive before everyone else.

Professor Flitwick was at the gate with a roster on a clipboard. He looked up when he heard the tell-tale CRACK! of Apparition. "Name?" he croaked.

"Professor Ethan Madriot."

Flitwick looked startled when the young man said professor. This man couldn't be more than seventeen! "Professor?"

Harry smiled. "Yes, it seems that the Headmaster has taken to hiring sixteen year olds to do teach these impressionable young minds."

Flitwick found him on the roster and checked his name off. He waved his hand in a gesture towards the castle, now hidden behind a copse of trees.

The first thing Harry noticed when he saw the castle was the five new towers that hadn't been there before. Then, he noticed the small presence in his mind. He gently probed it until he found out what it was. It was Hogwarts herself.

'Yes, Owner, it is,' the feminine voice replied in his head. Harry could read from her presence in his mind the general dissatisfaction with the way things were going inside herself, and the hatred directed at Dumbledore. He hid a smirk. Then, he noticed something else she was outraged about. It had to do with Fawkes, but, before he could see what it was, the thought was wiped away by information on the now-visible full layout of the castle and the overrides for all of the portrait holes. Oh, how he loved being privy to this knowledge. 'Gryffindor won't be having any booze at their parties this year!' he thought.

The students were now walking in. Unbeknownst to anyone, even the omniscient Headbastard, Harry was standing, disillusioned, near the doorway, hoping to catch someone doing something. It seemed today was his lucky day.

Ron and Draco were just walking in. Suddenly, Ron saw Draco and yelled, "Hey, look, it's the Amazing Bouncing Ferret!"

To his credit, Draco didn't bat an eyelash. At that moment, Harry took off the charm and walked up to the group that had formed. Hermione paled dramatically when she saw who it was. "Mr. Weasley, ten points from Gryffindor for insulting a fellow classmate. Mr. Malfoy, ten points to Slytherin for being mature," he said calmly.

Ron looked up and paled as well when he saw who it was. "Harry," he began, but Harry cut him off. "Professor Madriot."

Ron started to contest Harry's statement, but a sharp elbow to the ribs from Hermione made him stop. Harry smirked at them momentarily and walked up to the head table and took his place next to Severus, starting a nice conversation with the man.

That night, rather than going straight to his professor's quarters, Harry chose to explore the castle. As he was walking around the floors, he noticed new paintings, painting he had never seen before. The most notable ones were those of the founders hanging from the wall across the hall from the door to the Great Hall. Harry nodded to them as he walked past, and the startled. Salazar, the first to recover, shouted at Harry to come over. "You can see us?" he asked.

Harry nodded.

"Hm. That's odd. Bumblebee placed Glamors on us so that no one could see us. Didn't want us correcting people's notions about us based on his lies, I think."

Harry nodded. "Listen," he said. "I'm afraid I don't have much time to talk right now. I'm exploring the new parts of the castle that I've never seen before. I would be happy to come and talk to you soon though."

The founders nodded.

Eventually, Harry made it to the top of the castle. Or, rather, what he thought was the top. There were five whole floors hidden from everyone. These floors, according to Hogwarts, had housed the Dark Arts, Blood Magic, Ritual Magic, Elemental Magic, Ethics, Wizarding Law, Student Government and Defense against the Light Arts classes, as well as the dorms for bonded or desired couples and the library of deemed-unsafe-for-moldable-minds books. Harry had explored the lower four of the hidden floors and was now climbing up the staircase to the top one. What he found was a circular room. Life-size portraits of all four founders hung from the wall, each founder sleeping peacefully. On the roof, Harry noticed, was a small engraving of the Hogwarts crest.

Hogwarts contacted him in his mind. "These are the heir and owner rooms. The funny thing about this room, though, is that Godric guards Salazar's room, and vice versa, and Rowena guards Helga's room, and vice versa," she chuckled in his mind.

"What about the owner's rooms?" he asked.

"Oh, speak the owner's password and the Hogwarts crest will disappear and a ladder will come down. Up it is the owner's rooms. Highest tower in Hogwarts. I believe that the owner's password is currently 'Oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo'."

Harry recognized the reference. "The last owner was a Shakespeare fan?" he asked in amusement.

Hogwarts, in all seriousness, replied, "The last owner was Shakespeare."

Harry nodded, though slightly confused as to why the last owner had lived so long ago. He shrugged tat thought off. He said the password, and, sure enough, the crest in the ceiling melted away and a rickety wooden ladder fell through the fresh hole. After deciding it was safe enough, Harry climbed the ladder.

A/N: So, kind of a cliffie, but not really. As I said earlier, I don't know when the next chapter will be out. Hell, I don't even know what will be in the next chapter. Hopefully, the next chapter will be out within a week…but IDK. I have been slacking lately and with my new story, posts will be becoming much more infrequent…

I would like to recognize a reviewer, Lord Mushie, who have me the idea for the familiars' names.

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