"Draco, time to wake up. You're going to miss your first day at Hogwarts if we don't hurry." The 11 year old boy heard his father say.
"What time is it?" He said looking up at the man.
"Time to get to up, hurry along now. Make sure Drogon is ready as well." He said petting the Dragons head. The Dragon was now about the size of a large dog, with large red and black wings and scales and still trailed Draco wherever he went, making sure he was in no danger. Knowing the Dragon was accompanying Draco was a relief for the elder Malfoy, as the doubts in his mind about people using his son for power still remained over the years.
"Ill be ready soon Dad." The young boy mumbled, heading towards the bathroom. His father did not reply and exited the room.
"Narcissa."
"Good Morning my dear." She replied from the table.
"Draco and I will be off to the train station soon, will you be accompanying us?"
"Will the beast be there?" She said harshly.
"You know Drogon will be going with Draco, it's in Draco's best interests to keep him close to him at all times until he is older…We have had this conversation Chrissy."
"Yes, we have and my answer still remains the same." She argued.
"It's our son."
"Your son." She countered. "That Dragon is a danger to everyone, I refuse to have any part in it…I will not be accompanying you or Draco." She said standing up from the table and walking to the gardens. Lucius sighed. Ever since the incident were Narcissa hurt the Dragon when Draco was a week old combined with her postnatal depression, Narcissa had unfortunately let her fear of the Dragon control her, making her rather distant to Draco.
"Dad I'm ready to go!" Draco said running from the stairs, Drogon flying over him.
"Slow down, the trains not due for another hour at least, sit down and have your breakfast." After making sure Draco and Drogon were settled Lucius clicked his fingers and house elves filled the table with food and fed the Dragon an assortment of meats.
"Hey Dad."
"Yes, Draco."
"Do you want me to enter Slytherin?" he asked playing with the food nervously on his plate.
"I would like it, It may have been a long time ago but I still have some house pride."
"But what if the hat places me somewhere else?"
"Then the hat places you somewhere else." He said looking at the boy, who was still looking down. Being the main caretaker of Draco, Lucius knew what the child really meant. "I will always be proud of you Draco." Unfortunately for Draco, Narcissa's distance had a negative effect on the child.
"Thanks Dad." He said offering a smile before digging into his breakfast.
"Time to head out. Do you have all your suitcases, Drogon's necessities…" He rambled after breakfast was done.
"Yes Dad now come on." Lucius chuckled as the trio apparated to the station.
"Is that a Dragon?" The whispers begun.
"Ok, all ready?"
"Ready as i'll ever be." He answered holding onto Drogon's neck.
"Theres no need to be nervous son."
"Everybody's going to ask questions." He said looking at the people whispering.
"If people ask you say, I am Draco Stormborn Malfoy of house Targaryen and this is my Dragon, Drogon." He said looking down at his son.
"You make it sound easy." The young boy complained.
"Because it will get easier…What people say and think, it doesn't matter." He said reflecting on his own life and death eater past.
"I guess…"
"You will understand one day." He said ruffling the boys already messy silver locks. "Now on the train with you, or else its going to leave without you."
"Bye Dad." He said hugging the man before running off, Dragon flying over head before landing on the boys shoulder as they entered the carriage.
"Write soon Draco." Lucius called after his son watching the train leave.
On the Carriage
"Is that a Dragon!" The whispers started.
"Come on Drogon…Lets go find a seat."
"Be quiet you lot." A elder boy yelled. "Know a real pure-blood when you see one." and the whispered stopped. "The names Alexander Parkinson…Thats a cool pet you have, didn't know they let Dragons at Hogwarts and you are?"
"Draco Stormborn Malfoy and this is Drogon." He said as the elder boy went pale. "If you don't mind, I have to find a seat." He said politely. If there was one thing Lucius taught him it would be polite and calm, even when the person disgusts you. Never let them know what you are thinking or else they would use it against you.
"M-malfoy, Are fathers a friends you know."
"Dad's never mentioned the Parkinsons." He said before walking down the corridor and into an empty compartment. All he heard was laughter followed by a swift "Shut up Weasley."
"Looks like its just you and me Drogon." He said sitting down, Drogon using his lap as a pillow.
sorting ceremony
"When I call your name you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." Mcgonagall explained. "Hermione Granger!"
"Ah right then. Hum…Right. Okay, Gryffindor!" The sorting hat exclaimed before the Gryffindor table went up in cheers.
"Draco Stormborn Malfoy!" Mcgonagall called.
"Guess its our turn Drogon." He whispered as he walked to the front.
"Its the Dragon kid." He heard a whisper before sitting on the chair, not before Drogon tried to alight the hat.
"Calm down Drogon!" and the Dragon stopped instantly, watching Mcgonagall and the hat closely.
"Interesting…" The hat said once on his head. "The tales are true then…the silver hair and purple eyes of a true Targaryen…Though so much to learn still, where should you go?" It said as the whispers continued. "Your Loyal and ambitious, not afraid to help those who need it… You have bravery as well…Clever…Very Clever…where to go, where to go…You remind me of Daenerys Stormborn boy, the one you're named after… Okay. Ravenclaw!" It exclaimed and after a few moments claps were heard from the Ravenclaw table and Draco made his way.
"Your attention please." Mcgonagall said after all the first years were sorted.
"Let the feast begin!" Dumbledore said as the tables were filled with food.
With the Trio
"What's a Targaryen? And why did he have a Dragon? Aren't they dangerous." Harry asked.
"It's house Targaryen, its the bloodline of the Malfoy family." Hermione supplied. "It's said that members of house Targaryen are able to befriend, raise and communicate with Dragons."
"And you know this how?" Ron said doubtingly.
"History of Magic, page 287. They have an entire chapter dedicated to House Targaryen." She said rolling her eyes and placing a rather large book on the table, flipping to the correct page.
"Whose He?" Ron said, mouth full of food.
"Aegon Targaryen… They he united the 7 kingdoms, muggle and wizarding worlds alike with Dragons, It was called Westeros back then, they ruled for 300 hundred years before the Baratheons overthrew them and killed almost every Targaryen in existence except for two. " She said turning a few pages. "Daenerys and Vicerys, It was Daenerys that was able to raise dragons and eventually became Queen of Westeros and the Bay of Dragons…They say every Dragon in existence started from the 3 Dragons she hatched."
"Sounds like a cool story." Harry added.
"You can borrow my book if you like, Its very interesting." Hermione said offering the boy the book.
"Thanks."
"Who cares, He's a Malfoy…rotten lot those ones." Ron said stuffing another piece of chicken down his throat.
"He doesn't seem so bad." Harry said, Looking across the hall.
"Right now, I heard his Dad's a death eater." Ron said, before continuing with his dinner.
With Draco
The first thing that Draco realised when he sat down at the Ravenclaw table was that he stuck out like a sore thumb, and the naturally inquisitive Ravenclaws were questioning everything.
"So why's your hair silver?" asked one older boy. "It's not exactly a normal colour."
"Targaryen thing I suppose." He said shrugging his shoulders, taking some bites of food while feeding Drogon, who had perched himself around Draco's shoulders.
"Does it change if you charm or hex it?" one said.
"Charms and hexes don't work on me." Draco tried explaining before the boy pointed a wand in his face. "I wouldn't do that If I were-"Colovaria!" the elder boy exclaimed before his spell backfired, making him hit into the the wall, causing quite a scene. "you." Draco finished.
"What is going on here!" Mcgonagall yelled as she walked across the table.
"He attacked me!" The elder boy exclaimed.
"No I didn't!" Draco defended. "He tried to put a charm on me…" His voice getting quiet at the end.
"I believe this is just a misunderstanding Professor Mcgonagall." Dumbledore chuckled, slowly walking to the kids. "Targaryen's are immune to some spells…Miss. Patil, would you mind escorting this young man to the hospital wing." The young girl nodded. As Mcgonagall gave one last look at Draco before retreating. If there was one thing for certain all Draco wanted at the moment was an invisibility coat.