Harry Potter and the King of Dragons

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. All other characters come from my own twisted imagination. *cackles semi-maniacally*

A/N: Eventually Harry's going to get himself a girlfriend. I need suggestions for partners for young Mr. Potter. Leave your suggestions, no slash please, and the reason, in the review box. I'd also like to know what you like or dislike about my story. Thank you! :)

Note: [Text in brackets like this is Parseltongue]; Bold text is a letter or note

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Harry Potter spent most of his time at Diagon Alley either doing homework or buying supplies for the upcoming school year. The letter from Professor McGonagall had stressed that these were only books and supplies that he knew he'd need for the coming year, though she had suggested other books that he might be interested in. He also talked to some of the storeowners about things that he'd been curious about. He went to Madam Malkin's to adjust his robes from the last time he'd been there and get nicer robes for the upcoming reading and his inheritance. He went to the stationery store to ask about various quills, and decided to buy Miss Skeeter a new Dictaquill since hers seemed to be broken, though it wouldn't be available until Professor Dumbledore gave him a tail feather from Fawkes.

The day finally came when he had to meet with Dumbledore. He set out the clothes he was going to wear for the meeting and ate breakfast before showering and changing.

"Excuse me, Tom. Are there any rooms people can have a meeting in?" Harry asked the old proprietor.

After thinking about it, he answered, "Hmm, I don't know about rooms exactly, but we have some crystal balls that can be used to make a booth more private if that's what you're looking for. And then of course you can always have a meeting in your room."

"Can the furniture be converted into something more like a meeting room?" the young man wondered, "I'm expecting Albus Dumbledore."

"Yes, sir. Let me get somebody to man the desk and I'll show you," Tom went into the kitchen for a second and came back with a young woman, Jocelyn, before stepping out from behind the desk and leading Harry back up to his room, "This works with any room, but only that room's key can change that room."

"So if I wanted to meet with somebody in another room, I'd have to buy that room's key." Harry concluded.

The toothless old man nodded as they walked into Harry's room, "Exactly, sir. The key hole to change the bed into a table is in the top of the footboard," he pointed to a key hole neatly hidden within the scrollwork on the footboard, "You simply turn it as though locking a door," Harry inserted the key and turned it to the left before removing the key, and watched the bed fold itself into a table, "And then to change it back into a bed, the keyhole is on the same end as where the footboard was and turn the key as though unlocking a door," Harry repeated the action, turning the key to the right, and watched the table turn back into a bed, "And there are extra chairs in the wardrobe," Tom suited action to words and pulled out another chair from a compartment in the bottom of the wardrobe.

"Thank you, sir," Harry opened his money pouch and removed some coins, "Could I have a tea tray brought up, please? And if the headmaster shows up would you please show him up here?"

Tom counted out the money, "Certainly, sir. The tea will be up shortly. Would you like some sandwiches, too?"

The young wizard considered for a moment, "Yes, that would be nice, thank you."

The innkeeper nodded and walked out of the room. A short time later Jocelyn came up with the tray and set it on the table that Harry had made from the bed, curtsying as she left. Albus Dumbledore entered Harry's room shortly after 9:30, carrying a phoenix tail feather, "Here you are, Harry. Thank you for seeing me."

"You're welcome, sir," Harry wrote a short note and attached it to the feather before handing both to Hedwig, "Could you take these to the owner of the stationery store?" Hedwig flew out the window after taking hold of them, "Make yourself comfortable, sir."

"Thank you, Harry," the old man poured a cup of tea for the Boy-Who-Lived before pouring one for himself and handed it to the young man at the window, "Have you been enjoying your stay?"

"Yes, sir. A lot of the shop owners are nice, especially when you talk to them about their business," the snowy white owl flew back into the room, carrying a note, and Harry set her in her cage after taking the note, "If you'd do the honors, sir? And be sure there's no one on the roof." He smiled at the ancient wizard as he said the last comment.

Albus chuckled as he looked outside before closing and latching the window and then cast privacy wards around the room, "Any particular reason why you want the secrecy wards?"

Harry shrugged as he nibbled on a sandwich, "There may be things you wish to discuss with me that require such secrecy. I don't really know. You asked to see me, so here I am."

The headmaster nodded and sat at the table, "Good thinking, my boy, good thinking. I think my first question is: why?"

The teenager sighed and sat across from the elder, "Let me ask you something: how much has actually changed since Voldemort's attack?"

Dumbledore sighed, getting an idea as to where the question was going, "Not much, if at all."

Harry nodded, "When I was still at Privet Drive, I did some research, mostly about politics. I have no real desire to become a politician, but I have to understand how they think. I have every intention of fighting and winning, but there will be just as large a part of this war that takes place in the news and in the legislature. You and I both know that Voldemort has people on his side in the Wizengamot, most of whom probably aren't even marked."

"There are quite a few people who cause the most issues," the Head of the Wizengamot pondered the issue as he sipped his tea, "You make yourself a target by walking out in the open, though."

The young Gryffindor shrugged, "I'm a target whether I'm at Privet Drive or out in Diagon Alley. I'm here more to learn what the people want most." He took a bite from his sandwich before continuing, "Plus, this gives me a chance to learn what other jobs are out there. I know I said I wanted to be an Auror, but now that I've given it some thought, I'm not so sure about that."

"You could be a professional Quidditch player or become a teacher." Albus commented.

Harry nodded, "I could, but there's more to life than playing Quidditch, and I don't know that I'd make a good teacher. Sure, I can teach a bunch of students how to defend themselves, but I know there's more to teaching than that."

The former professor sighed and chuckled, "Sometimes I wish I was back in the classroom," He finished off his sandwich before continuing, "I know you said you didn't want to become a politician, but you'll be receiving your inheritance after you turn sixteen and the Potters have a seat on the Wizengamot."

The almost-Head of the Potter House sighed, "I guessed as much," Albus looked at him in surprise and Harry shrugged, "I know that the Potters are an old Pureblood family, and they have lots of money. Therefore, there was a good chance they had a seat," he smiled, "Hermione's not the only smart one in our group."

The Leader of the Light chuckled, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Anything else you'd like to do once this is all over?"

The teenager sipped at his tea while he considered the question, "I think I'd like to travel a bit. See what other magical societies are like. I haven't been to Ollivander's yet to find out what he knows."

"I can see you've read a few books on the matter," Albus said, looking at the books on the nightstand.

Harry nodded, "Reading's different from experiencing, though. If I were to get a book about magic for Hermione, I'd get one that goes into the theory side of it. If I were to get a book on the same subject for me, though, I'd want one that's more practical."

The aged educator looked at his student with concern, "I'm sure that given enough time you could understand-"

The young man interrupted, waving his hand, "I'm not saying I can't understand the theory, merely that I'm not as fascinated by it as Hermione is."

Albus nodded, "I see your point."

Harry changed the subject to more serious matters, "Many of Voldemort's followers are in Azkaban, correct?"

"Most of his Inner Circle, yes. He still has quite a few others that are still out there," the elder wizard agreed.

The leader of the Golden Trio nodded, "And that's not counting any magical creatures he's managed to recruit or is trying to recruit."

Albus continued, "There are several groups he's trying to recruit. The giants, werewolves, vampires, and the possibly the dragons."

Harry looked startled, "The dragons? And why not the goblins?"

"Some goblin clans joined him last time, and now they have little to show for it other than disgrace and tighter restrictions on their power," the Supreme Mugwump sipped his tea before continuing, "The dragons could be a very powerful force, IF he can manage to get them on his side, but they are not as easily swayed as some other groups. It would take a good deal for them to join him."

The leader of Dumbledore's Army thought for a moment, "Wouldn't it be easier to steal a few eggs?"

Albus considered the idea, "Perhaps somewhat easier, but that carries its own dangers. They could get caught in the process, which would turn the dragons against him. That wouldn't necessarily make them our allies, but it would cause Voldemort to divide his attention. He may, if he thinks he can get away with it, steal two or three."

Harry nodded, "And they don't have to be fully grown to cause damage. And if they speak Parseltongue, he can command them as he needs to."

The bearded old man raised an eyebrow in surprise, "What makes you think they speak Parseltongue?"

"I was visited by a wyvern from Gringotts, and he spoke the serpent tongue even though he was in the dragon family." the emerald-eyed wizard responded.

"Fascinating." Albus had a far-away look in his eyes as he pondered this new information.

"Sir?" the ancient wizard turned his attention to the teen, "When Voldemort was possessing Quirrell, he mentioned that there is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to use it. Do you think he was right?"

"Well, Harry, what do you think?" Albus prodded.

Harry breathed deeply before answering, "I think he was partially right. Magic by itself is neither good nor evil, its just power like lightning. I think it's possible to use Imperio for a good reason, perhaps to make someone back away from the edge of a cliff," he continued before the elder could interrupt, "And the Killing Curse could be used as a mercy killing, maybe someone's dying of a chronic, painful disease that has no cure. I'm not trying to excuse the actions of Voldemort and his Death Eaters. I just think that a lot of times, the magic we use comes down to intent."

"I see. You are aware that that's a slippery slope into the darkness?" Albus said concernedly.

"I'm not exactly planning on using them. It's just something to consider before automatically calling a spell or creature Dark." the young man assured him.

"Like werewolves?" the headmaster added with a smile.

Harry nodded, smiling back, "Like werewolves."

Albus stood, "You have given me a few things to consider for a time," he paused with his hand on the doorknob, "Was there anything else you wanted to say before I collapse the wards?"

The young wizard smiled and nodded, "Yes, sir. Is there a way to transport memories?"

Albus nodded, "Just about any vial will work."

Harry retrieved a vial from his trunk, "Show me, please?"

"You concentrate on the memory, place the tip of your wand to your temple, and slowly pull the wand away from your temple before placing the tip inside the vial," the elder performed each step as he described it, a thin silver thread extending from his temple to the tip of his wand and then coalescing into the vial, "After removing the memory, the event in question may be a bit hazy."

"And then you perform the steps in reverse to place the memory back in?" the young wizard asked.

Albus nodded and performed the same steps in reverse, emptying the vial, "Correct."

Harry smiled, "Thank you, sir. I'll send you my memory when I give Miss Skeeter her new quill."

"Thank you," the Chief Warlock nodded and opened the door, "Good day, Mr. Potter. I shall see you at the reading."

The dark-haired boy stood, "Until next week, then. One more thing, sir. Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"

The old man looked confused for a moment before he laughed and walked down to the lobby.

Harry picked up the note that the stationery store owner had sent.

Mr. Potter

The quill should be ready to be picked up by 2:00 pm tomorrow. If you have any questions please let me know and I will do my best to answer them in a timely manner.

Thank you,
Jack Greenly
Owner of Greenly Parchments & Quills

Harry took out a piece of parchment and wrote a letter to Rita Skeeter before handing it to Hedwig, "Take this to the Daily Prophet office, I'm sure they'll know what to do with it," the familiar glanced at the envelope and turned her back, "I could just use a regular post owl if you're not sure you can handle it," Hedwig clicked her beak at him before taking the envelope in her claws and flying out the window he'd opened after Dumbledore had left. Harry chuckled and ate the last sandwich and finished the tea before setting the set outside his door. He made sure the door was locked before going to Ollivander's.

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July 24

To the casual observer, the face of the mountain appeared to be unbroken. If you knew what to look for, a faint ripple in the corner of your eye or a slight difference in the shadows at dusk, you would find the entrance to a series of caves that gradually wound their way underground.

In these caves lived a pair of dragons with a small clutch of eggs. The lowest part of the cave system held two treasure rooms. One for what most people considered treasure: jewelry, coins from various countries, gems, and other items of that nature. The other contained the female dragon, curled protectively around her eggs while she slept. She was deep red with a short, bronze crest running down her back from the top of her head. The eggs were slightly smaller than ostrich eggs and were various colors.

The male dragon, dark blue with turquoise eyes, silver tiger stripes and black wings and ram horns, was in another cavern talking to a dragon whose visage appeared in a mirror while a goblin sat a desk nearby writing in a large tome. Other draconic visages filled the mirrors that lined the walls, waiting to be addressed by the dark blue dragon.

[There seemed to be something odd about him, my Lord. It was as though he wasn't quite all there. I don't mean in the mental sense, though he did seem slightly insane. When I looked into his eyes, there was a slight dimness,] the dragon in the mirror said. This dragon was mostly brown with amber eyes and had spikes protruding from over his eyes that were a lighter brown.

[Indeed? Did he offer you anything?] the dark blue dragon asked.

The brown dragon nodded, [He claimed that once he was in control, he would remove the laws that had placed our kind in the Dragon Preserves. I told him I could not give him an answer until I spoke with you about it. He said he would be back within two days to know your answer.]

[Hmm,] the dark blue dragon stroked his jaw horns while he considered the matter, [This is what you will tell him the next time he comes to you: he must speak with me, personally. You are only able to speak for yourself, and if he wishes the assistance of all dragons, he must speak with the King of Dragons.]

The brown dragon smiled predatorily as he nodded, [Understood, sire.]

[Good. I shall send my elf to you with a portkey he may use. Did he tell you his name?]

[He called himself Lord Voldemort.]

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Saturday the 27th dawned slightly overcast, which pretty well suited Harry's mood. He was nervous about the upcoming interview, but kind of excited, too. The young wizard knew there were other writers, but he knew how Miss Skeeter wrote. Plus, he had a gift for her that he hoped might encourage her to write more honestly.

Harry ate breakfast and then walked around the Alley for a bit before going back to the Cauldron and showering. He changed into his dress robes and went down to the front desk, "Excuse me, I'd like to buy an open room on the first-floor, please," the person behind the front desk handed Harry a key, "Thank you. I'm expecting Rita Skeeter soon. Could you send her to this room when she arrives?" Jocelyn nodded and went back to her book while Harry went to the room and changed it into a meeting room. He filled a pitcher with water and set out some glasses while he waited for the reporter. He placed a long box with a ribbon tied around it on top of a length of parchment.

A few minutes later Rita Skeeter, lead reporter for the Daily Prophet, walked briskly into the room, her photographer hurrying to keep up with her. She looked much the same as when Harry had first met her, though she looked a bit less superior than normal, her hair was as curly and rigid as usual and all the jewels were in place on her glasses.

"Harry, darling," she enthused, her words dripping with honey, "It is so good to see you again. How are you, dear?"

"I am well, thank you," he slid the box and the parchment towards the reporter, "These are for you."

Rita quickly opened the box, gasping softly when she saw the phoenix feather quill, "Harry, this is quite an honor." Inwardly she was nervous. Phoenix feathers were rather sensitive to the spells placed on them, so they were rarely modified, and when they were it tended to take longer than with most feathers, "I- I don't know what to say."

"It's alright, Miss Skeeter. I had that enchanted as a Dictaquill since you seem to favor those kinds of quills," he tapped the parchment, "I've also drawn up a preliminary contract."

"Contract?" the blond witch asked confusedly.

Harry nodded, "I'd like to hire you as my personal publicist. Basically I'll be paying you more than you received at the Prophet, but it also means that I get the opportunity to look over what you write. This way we both look good," the dark-haired wizard poured a glass of water and took a sip, "Feel free to look it over and ask any questions. If you decide you don't want me to hire you, however, I do ask that you leave the quill so I can give it to the next reporter."

"Would I still get the interview?" Rita asked with a slight note of concern in her voice.

"The one we're supposed to do in a few minutes? No, I'm afraid not. I'm trying to improve my image, and you have a tendency to make people look bad, whether they deserve it or not." Harry replied.

"I see," the beetle animagus quickly looked through the contract, paying special attention to the fine print at the bottom. She'd had experience with contracts before and knew that the tricky part of a contract was in the fine print, though the main part was just as important. The contract was pretty much what he'd already told her, though maybe a bit more flowery. She used the phoenix quill to sign the contract, passed it to Harry to sign, then they shook hands, posing for the camera.

Shortly afterwards the two sat down and Rita began her third interview with Harry.

She started off by asking about Muggles. "They aren't that different from wizards, actually. There are good people and bad people. Mostly they just want to raise their family and live a good life."

She followed that by asking about his time at Hogwarts and his most and least favorite moments there, "My most favorite moment there is probably when I'm playing Quidditch. I know I play it a lot so it doesn't really count as a moment, but I enjoy flying and I think Quidditch is the best way to enjoy it. I think my least favorite moment was trying to find a date for the Yule Ball. It's kind of difficult to ask a girl when they walk around in groups."

Obviously this led to the usual line of questions related to girls: what does he look for in a girl, does he have a girlfriend, if not does he have his eye on a girl, "I don't have one, yet, and I'm not really looking at this point. I'm not exactly sure what I'm looking for other than intelligent, funny, and strong."

After that she asked him his opinion on the muggleborn issue, "There's an issue? The way I see it, there isn't much difference between purebloods, halfbloods, and muggleborns. The only real issue is that non-purebloods don't get the respect they deserve. I know a few purebloods who aren't as powerful as some muggleborns, and a few muggleborns who are more powerful than some purebloods. So lineage doesn't seem to have much bearing on a witch or wizard's power."

Rita went back to Hogwarts and asked if there were any classes that he didn't think were important or any classes that didn't exist, but he felt were important, "I think pretty much all the classes are important. I may not be taking them all, but I do think they are important in some way. I think a class on Wizard Customs and Traditions would be tremendously helpful, especially to the muggleborns and halfbloods. Or at least a club about the subject."

And she closed with where he hoped to be after the final battle with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, "Hmm, alive?" the pair chuckled at that before Harry continued, "I'm not really sure at this point. I'll probably take some time to travel around the world. After that, I'm not sure what I'll be doing."

"Thank you, Harry," Rita rolled up the parchment before standing and shaking Harry's hand, "I should have a copy ready for your approval by tomorrow."

"You're welcome, Miss Skeeter. I look forward to it." Harry waited for Rita to leave before restoring the room to a semblance of what it had been like when he entered before going back to the front desk and returning the key.

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Lord Voldemort was not in a good mood. He'd gone to a dragon to discuss the possibility of the dragon 'working with' him, only to be told after two days of waiting that the dragon could only speak for himself and that if the Dark Lord wished the assistance of other dragons, he would need to speak with the King of Dragons. This cheered him up slightly, but his good mood had been ruined when the portkey he was given transported him into the middle of a forest. The elf that came with him told Lord Voldemort that he was meant to travel through the forest to the King of Dragon's cave. That was three days ago.

Three days of branches grabbing at him, roots and rocks poking him in the back while he slept on the hard ground. On the second day, it rained until late at night. The only consolation was when he'd found a snake shortly after he began his journey that was willing to at least point him in the right direction, if not actually take him there. After she'd gone a few meters, Voldemort had cast a cutting curse on her, removing her head from her body and ate her. He never saw another snake for the remainder of his journey. Finally, on the evening of the third day, he found the mountains that were supposed to have the entrance to the King of Dragon's cave. The snake-faced wizard didn't know exactly where it was, and it was too dark to look for it, so he slept until dawn when he would begin his search.

Day four found him walking along the face of the mountain trying to find the entrance. Around mid-day he saw a dark blue dragon fly over the top of the mountain. He had never seen a description of the King, so he didn't know if this was the King of Dragons, but the dragon was in the same general area. So either that dragon was the King, or they knew where the King's cave was. Voldemort quickened his pace, trying to find the approximate location of where he saw the dragon go over the mountain. A few meters ahead, he saw an elf waving its arm. He hurried over and followed the elf into a cave.

Several meters later found the two of them in a large cavern. The only exit appeared to be the tunnel they'd walked through. Light was provided by several torches placed along the walls and a hole in the roof of the cave, illuminating the dragon lounging just below. In front of the dragon was a table with a chair and a tea set.

"Greetings, traveler. Please, have a seat and serve yourself some tea. I'd do it myself," the dragon held up a set of claws that were as large as shield, "but my claws make it a bit difficult," the dragon turned to the elf, "There is a deer in the kitchen. Could you please cook it and some vegetables for us, please?" the elf bowed and hurried behind the dragon to do as commanded.

Voldemort warily sat down and poured himself a cup of tea before asking, "May I ask who my host is?"

"You may. My name is Dar'Quing. In the tongue of the dragons it means Dark of Wing," the dragon lifted a wing slightly to show the origin of the name, "And who am I hosting?"

The Dark Lord bowed his head at his host, "I am the Dark Lord Voldemort, direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin."

Dar'Quing lifted an eyebrow as the elf carried the venison in on a large platter, enlarging the table before setting it down, "Really? The heir of Slytherin, you say? And what powers does being the heir give you?"

Voldemort hissed in Parseltongue, [I can speak with snakes.]

The dark blue dragon smiled and hissed in return, [And any other creature that can speak the language of serpents.]

Slytherin's heir could feel the weight of centuries in the dragon's voice when it spoke in Parseltongue, [Fascinating. Did you know any of the founders of Hogwarts?]

Dar'Quing nodded as he tore off the rear leg of the deer and tossed it into his maw, [I have a few people keeping an eye on things in the Wizarding World,] he sighed deeply, small tendrils of smoke slowly drifting from his nostrils, [I remember when Britain was considered the gem of the magical community.]

[Yes! I plan on making it so again.] Voldemort said excitedly before carving off a piece of the front leg.

The Elder Dragon raised an eyebrow and brought his head down closer to his guest's level, [Really? And how do you plan on accomplishing it?]

The descendant of Salazar took a deep breath before answering, [You are aware, I'm sure, of a group known as Muggles?] the dragon nodded, [It is my belief that they are inferior to Wizards, and that magical children of such parents are not as powerful as the children of two or even one wizard parent.]

Dar'Quing nodded and ripped off the other rear leg before crunching it noisily and then swallowing it, [Fascinating, but that does not tell me your plans to bring back the glory days of the British Wizarding World.]

Lord Voldemort felt slightly sick at the sound of bones being crushed, [They must be either killed or shown that their place is under the heels of their superiors, Purebloods and Half-bloods.]

[Ah, I see. And what brings you out this way?] the dark blue dragon asked.

[I seek the King of Dragons,] the pale wizard replied, [Do you know where I might find him?]

[Perhaps. Why do you seek him?] Dar'Quing asked, seemingly disinterestedly.

[I need his help freeing some of my associates and defeating my enemies.] Voldemort said carving off another piece of the front leg.

[How fortunate for you, then,] the King of Dragons sat up, towering imperiously over his guest, [I am the one you seek. I am the King of Dragons.]

The heir of Slytherin backed up slowly so that he could see the dragon more easily. There were few beings in the world as powerful as he, but never had he felt so small. The basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets may have been larger, but it was bound to obey any descendant of Salazar Slytherin. The King of Dragons was under no such geas and the weight of centuries seemed to settle around him, lending him an air of wisdom and power. The light gave a slightly iridescent quality to the midnight hue of the dragon's scales. The dragon's eyes seemed to glow in the shadow of his brow.

[Tell me, Lord Voldemort, if I were to give you the assistance you desire, what would you give to us?] Dar'Quing asked, his voice rumbling like distant thunder.

Voldemort gathered his thoughts for a moment before speaking, [Once I am in power, I will repeal the laws tying your kind to the preserves, allowing you and your children to show the world the power of dragons.]

The elder dragon nodded, [Hmm, that could be beneficial to us, but it's something you can only do once you get into office. If you fail in your quest, we will be left with what we already have.]

[What about Harry Potter? The only remaining member of the Potter family. By killing him, you would be free of the geas placed upon you.] Salazar's descendant offered.

[And who would kill him? You? You have tried three times already, four if you count the attempt by your memory in the diary, and each time you have failed. If I do it, he would have to be unconscious so he doesn't have the opportunity to invoke the geas.] Dar'Quing countered.

[He does not know of his heritage, however. If he could be captured before he receives his inheritance-]

The dark blue dragon raised a clawed appendage, [Stop. It is clear to me that promises mean little to you other than as a means to get what you want. And then you would do anything to get out of them,] he continued as the snake-faced wizard made as if to argue, [In addition, it was I who suggested that the dragons be placed on the preserves for our own safety. The population of mankind, including that of wizards, was growing rapidly. If we were not killed by humans taking over our land, it was by another dragon as we competed for limited space. Even today the human population continues to grow, and they have more powerful weapons now than they did when the laws were made. The Dragon Preserves are a means of keeping us safe and our population under control,] Dar'Quing turned and walked towards the back of the cavern as he spoke over his shoulder, [We are done here.]

As the King of Dragons vanished into the shadows, the elf appeared at the wizard's elbow before grasping it and teleporting the two of them to the edge of forest opposite the cave mouth. Voreta handed him the leftover venison before teleporting away. Voldemort roared in frustration.

The dragon watched him through a mirror, smiling toothily.

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A/N: Again, I'd like to thank my beta readers, Filodea and Jestana. They make sure my story makes some kind of sense and mostly resembles US engilhs. I'd also like to thank Iivanainen, jestana, filodea, and chelleybelle24 for helping me get through the story.