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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
12
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6,134
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11
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Ch.3
A/N: Well, this chapter is a bit shorter, sorry. But the next one is long, I promise. And it starts getting really nifty in the next few chapters. We also find out a pairing in the next chapter so stay tuned and we meet someone new and rather important in this one! Happy reading! ^^
CH.3
~GraY
Harry’s trip to see Dumbledore had been no more than a slap on the wrist and a classicu shu should be more careful Harry!’ lecture. It had taken barely an hour and it was nearly lunch time by then so he had been sent directly to the Great Hall and excused from the class time he’d missed. When the others joined him at the Grifffendor table Harry had skillfully brushed off their questions and turned the subject to Quidditch. Keeping half of a thought on the flowing conversation Harry allowed himself to ponder over what his good friend was doing at that moment. Diegara had left rather abruptly and Harry could see from where he sat that Professor Snape’s Mark was bothering him. So, the obvious conclusion was that Voldemort was have a meeting of some sort. This would certainly provide him and the Changeling with some interesting conversation that night.
A Very Dark Place
The Dragoon leaders had gathered to discuss the upcoming battle with the wizards of the light. They wanted to send the Death Eaters out before them and sneak up on the Light so that they would be caught of guard. Ambush was a widely embraced tactic in their ranks and most agreed with this suggestion. Voldemort, however, did not. He thought that such games were for week little children and he would have none of it. They were going to attack them in strategically numbered waves at key points.
“First the Ministry and those idiotic Aurors of theirs. That should only take a small number of your forces.” The corps of a being muttered at an old earth elemental. He was black and dark green in color with brownish scars marring his age worn scales, the elder Dragoon was the leader of the oldest Dark Clan still in existence. He was highly respected for his strength and intelligence though the Dark Lord seemed to care little about either; only paying enough respect so as not to endanger his own life.
Angrily the dragon growled and spoke through mind speak, “How dare you insult our ways! Your plan is a decent one but I will not have you wastiy way warriors!! They should not be needed.” With that the dragon turned to a slightly younger sky dragon, who’s scales were painted in dark blues and purples accented with a touch of black, as were most of the dark dragons in attendance.
“Fine then! Your dragons can prepare for the attack on Harry Potter himself!” A murmur spread like wild fire through the ranks of the Dragoon Leaders and higher warriors who were gathered .
“Really? And what do you have in mind for the grimy little human?” Asked a youthful fire dragon with crimson red fire marks coloring his otherwise smokey gray and char black scales.
The young dragoon changed into his human form, a lithe, youthful body that screamed sex from every fiber and cell. He was young looking, only about seventeen, if that, though a dragoon’s human appearance said very little for their actual age. His slanted Asian eyes were a brilliant violet blue, his bangs which hung to his chin were a similar color, while the rest of his hair was ink black and cropped short. His elvish ears came to gentle points and were lined in earrings. One eyebrow was pierced with two silver hoops, and a black leather collar decorated his throat, a black and silver Celtic cross hanging from it. His skin was a dark bronze and perfectly flawless with a sheer, emerald green top covering his lightly muscled chest, the spaghetti straps decorated with a few black glass beads. Tight black leather encased his long, slim legs and a silvery chainlink belt adorned his hips, a heavy silver lock acting like a belt buckle.
He prowled gracefully over to Voldemort, a sexy tilt and swing to his hips. A snake’s grin was on his lips as he came to stand before the Dark Wizard. Giving the human a good look up and down he arched a curious eyebrow and looked back at his fellow Dragoons. Many of his clan were in a defensive stance, ready to protect him if need be, others watched curiously. Most of the older dragons had disapproving glares shining in their serpent’s eyes. The youth turned back to Voldemort and shook his head.
“You honestly think we couldn’t just kill you? An awfully vein one aren’t you, over confident even. While I’m sure this child will be an easy, and dare I say delicious,” He licked his lips and fluttered his thick eyelashes erotically almost writhing where he stood, “morsel from what I’ve heard, still I think you are dancing rather closely to your boundaries. Each of our elders are as strong as half of your army and the young, like myself, are as strong as a fourth of it, at the least. That is to say that each of us are, individually, this strong. You do the math, Tom Riddle.” The name was spat like a curse as the boy slunk back to his place with the leaders. An elder Dragoon, now in his human form, stepped forward aiming a deadly glare at the youth.
“I apologize, Lord Voldemort, for Rika-Jyn. He is young, head strong and has just recently replaced his father, De-Jyn, among our leaders. He does not know what he is talking about.” The Dark Lord’s name was again stressed. The older white haired man still passing glares to the boy. Rika-Jyn merely shrugged and leaned against a sleek young sky dragon.
“I will ignore the comments from the boy but my decision stands. Any more out burst to be had?” Voldemort scanned the crowd of dragons, “No? Good.” With that the wizard and his few accompanying Death Eaters turned to leave. Suddenly the Dark Lord stopped and scanned his own ranks. “Where is Severus?” The Death Eaters shrugged. “I want him found immediately and brought to me! He has out lived his usefulness I believe.” With that they finally left.
The Dragoons remained, talking over what had just happened. Some reverted to human form and sat on the stone ground, while others paced in thought. One particular young Dragoon in his human skin, with a multitude of tattoos and piercings snuck passed the others and to the mouth of the cave they occupied. He paid careful attention to Rika-Jyn’s gaze trying to avoid it at all costs. Once at a safe distance he changed into his albino dragon form and flew as fast as he could to Hogwarts. It was imperative that he warn Harry about Severus Snape’s impending doom and the possibly soon coming battle. He just had to figure out a way to get to his friend without the others discovering his identity.
CH.3
~GraY
Harry’s trip to see Dumbledore had been no more than a slap on the wrist and a classicu shu should be more careful Harry!’ lecture. It had taken barely an hour and it was nearly lunch time by then so he had been sent directly to the Great Hall and excused from the class time he’d missed. When the others joined him at the Grifffendor table Harry had skillfully brushed off their questions and turned the subject to Quidditch. Keeping half of a thought on the flowing conversation Harry allowed himself to ponder over what his good friend was doing at that moment. Diegara had left rather abruptly and Harry could see from where he sat that Professor Snape’s Mark was bothering him. So, the obvious conclusion was that Voldemort was have a meeting of some sort. This would certainly provide him and the Changeling with some interesting conversation that night.
A Very Dark Place
The Dragoon leaders had gathered to discuss the upcoming battle with the wizards of the light. They wanted to send the Death Eaters out before them and sneak up on the Light so that they would be caught of guard. Ambush was a widely embraced tactic in their ranks and most agreed with this suggestion. Voldemort, however, did not. He thought that such games were for week little children and he would have none of it. They were going to attack them in strategically numbered waves at key points.
“First the Ministry and those idiotic Aurors of theirs. That should only take a small number of your forces.” The corps of a being muttered at an old earth elemental. He was black and dark green in color with brownish scars marring his age worn scales, the elder Dragoon was the leader of the oldest Dark Clan still in existence. He was highly respected for his strength and intelligence though the Dark Lord seemed to care little about either; only paying enough respect so as not to endanger his own life.
Angrily the dragon growled and spoke through mind speak, “How dare you insult our ways! Your plan is a decent one but I will not have you wastiy way warriors!! They should not be needed.” With that the dragon turned to a slightly younger sky dragon, who’s scales were painted in dark blues and purples accented with a touch of black, as were most of the dark dragons in attendance.
“Fine then! Your dragons can prepare for the attack on Harry Potter himself!” A murmur spread like wild fire through the ranks of the Dragoon Leaders and higher warriors who were gathered .
“Really? And what do you have in mind for the grimy little human?” Asked a youthful fire dragon with crimson red fire marks coloring his otherwise smokey gray and char black scales.
The young dragoon changed into his human form, a lithe, youthful body that screamed sex from every fiber and cell. He was young looking, only about seventeen, if that, though a dragoon’s human appearance said very little for their actual age. His slanted Asian eyes were a brilliant violet blue, his bangs which hung to his chin were a similar color, while the rest of his hair was ink black and cropped short. His elvish ears came to gentle points and were lined in earrings. One eyebrow was pierced with two silver hoops, and a black leather collar decorated his throat, a black and silver Celtic cross hanging from it. His skin was a dark bronze and perfectly flawless with a sheer, emerald green top covering his lightly muscled chest, the spaghetti straps decorated with a few black glass beads. Tight black leather encased his long, slim legs and a silvery chainlink belt adorned his hips, a heavy silver lock acting like a belt buckle.
He prowled gracefully over to Voldemort, a sexy tilt and swing to his hips. A snake’s grin was on his lips as he came to stand before the Dark Wizard. Giving the human a good look up and down he arched a curious eyebrow and looked back at his fellow Dragoons. Many of his clan were in a defensive stance, ready to protect him if need be, others watched curiously. Most of the older dragons had disapproving glares shining in their serpent’s eyes. The youth turned back to Voldemort and shook his head.
“You honestly think we couldn’t just kill you? An awfully vein one aren’t you, over confident even. While I’m sure this child will be an easy, and dare I say delicious,” He licked his lips and fluttered his thick eyelashes erotically almost writhing where he stood, “morsel from what I’ve heard, still I think you are dancing rather closely to your boundaries. Each of our elders are as strong as half of your army and the young, like myself, are as strong as a fourth of it, at the least. That is to say that each of us are, individually, this strong. You do the math, Tom Riddle.” The name was spat like a curse as the boy slunk back to his place with the leaders. An elder Dragoon, now in his human form, stepped forward aiming a deadly glare at the youth.
“I apologize, Lord Voldemort, for Rika-Jyn. He is young, head strong and has just recently replaced his father, De-Jyn, among our leaders. He does not know what he is talking about.” The Dark Lord’s name was again stressed. The older white haired man still passing glares to the boy. Rika-Jyn merely shrugged and leaned against a sleek young sky dragon.
“I will ignore the comments from the boy but my decision stands. Any more out burst to be had?” Voldemort scanned the crowd of dragons, “No? Good.” With that the wizard and his few accompanying Death Eaters turned to leave. Suddenly the Dark Lord stopped and scanned his own ranks. “Where is Severus?” The Death Eaters shrugged. “I want him found immediately and brought to me! He has out lived his usefulness I believe.” With that they finally left.
The Dragoons remained, talking over what had just happened. Some reverted to human form and sat on the stone ground, while others paced in thought. One particular young Dragoon in his human skin, with a multitude of tattoos and piercings snuck passed the others and to the mouth of the cave they occupied. He paid careful attention to Rika-Jyn’s gaze trying to avoid it at all costs. Once at a safe distance he changed into his albino dragon form and flew as fast as he could to Hogwarts. It was imperative that he warn Harry about Severus Snape’s impending doom and the possibly soon coming battle. He just had to figure out a way to get to his friend without the others discovering his identity.