Dragon Hunt

The moment that Draco walked through the front door of the manor, he knew something was wrong. He knew that Snape felt it as well when he tensed beside him. The manor was silent. They seemed like they were the only one there. “Be on guard,” Snape whispered lowly. Draco nodded almost imperceptibly.

He was surprised when no house elf had come to meet him, but Draco took the lead, leading the pair into the parlor off to the right of the entrance hall. It was where his father traditionally met guests. There was a warm and inviting fire, but it made Draco shiver.

Draco and Snape stared at eachother confused when they were startled by a pop. Draco turned to face a house elf that he barely recognized. Inky was so badly beaten that it took him a moment. “Master Draco, the Dark Lord has asked me to take you upstairs to the family hall.”

“Inky, what is going on?” Draco asked seriously.

“Inky doesn’t know, Master. The Dark Lord has locked us all up besides Inky. And the Dark Lord does not allow Inky in the room unless ordered,” the elf said apologetically.

“When did that start?” Draco asked curiously.

“Not long sir, just hours. Please, let us go. The Dark Lord has promised to kill Inky if I have not brought Master Draco soon.” Draco nodded and moved to follow the elf. Snape fell in line. Inky stopped and turned. “The Dark Lord would like Professor Snape to return to Hogwarts,” the elf informed the pair.

Snape and Draco faced eachother. Draco with dread, Snape with suspicion. Images of the Dark Lord and his wants plagued him. He felt himself retch at thoughts. The Dark Lord was tired of waiting. He intended to add himself to the Malfoy family tree and formalize their union. It would mean that he could have Draco, take Draco in any way he chose.

The dragon cleared his throat and regained control of himself. “Give my affection and deepest apologies to those who will need to hear it.”

Snape stared at his godson. He didn’t trust this. Something was more wrong than they were seeing, feeling. But a nod from Draco gave him his leave and his role forced him to take it. He strode from the house with a purpose as Draco followed Inky.



“Snape!” Sirius shouted, startled. Snape ignored the other man’s indignant greeting and brushed the ash from his robes.

“Severus, what is it?” Remus asked, concerned. It wasn’t like the potions professor to just stop by for a visit.

“The Dark Lord summoned me to bring Draco to the manor. He gave no indication as to why, but I had assumed it to be to finalize the plans of attack. When we arrived at the manor there was no one else there. The Dark Lord had sent a house elf to being Draco up to the family hall and to dismiss me.”

Sirius groaned in disgust. “He’s adding himself to the Malfoy tree. He’s formalizing his union with Draco.” Remus looked terrified for the cub’s mate.

Snape shook his head. “I don’t know. If he were adding a name to the tree, wouldn’t he need witnesses?”

Sirius shook his head. “No, though Draco would be the one to actually do it. Only a Malfoy can add to the tree.” He stood. “We have to get to Harry. He’ll go insane when he realizes what has happened.”

Snape looked almost shy at the comment. “Potter is ill. He has been for sometime. Charlie is monitoring him.”

“Charlie?” Remus asked.

Snape nodded. “Draco assures me that Harry’s condition is related to his own dragon status.”

“We still need to get to him,” Sirius said. “Can you sneak us in to Hogwarts?”




As a child these halls were his play ground, but as he began to realize the world around him, they were a training ground for mind games. Now, they felt like a prison. He knew his way to the family hall and could have moved faster, but he followed the wounded Inky and took the extra time to prepare for what was to come.

Voldemort would expect his complete submission. The thought made the dragon within him rage. He would not, could not submit to one who was not his mate. The dragon wanted to kill the creature that thought it had any right to him, but Draco knew that even as a dragon he could not defeat Voldemort.

His breath came faster and faster as he began to panic. He couldn’t do this. He wanted to flee, escape. He needed Harry beside him. He could run. He could get to a window and fly back to his mate and his offspring and scoop them up and just vanish. But before his feet recognized the command, he was frozen in place by that hissing voice.

“Draaaco,” Voldemort hissed. Draco finally focused and realized that he was in the doorway of the family hall. Inky had disappeared and the creature stood in front of him, right where his name on the wall was. And before he had time to even greet his supposed lord, he was floor, writhing in pain. And before he could recover from the pain, his magic was bound around him tightly. “Bassstard!” Voldemort screamed.

“My Lord?” Draco questioned, pulling himself to his knees.

“Byyy aaall accountsss, you have rejecteeed the toouch oooof women aaand yet whhiiiile betroooothed to meee you haaave fatthhered a bassstard?” Voldemort hissed angrily. “You’re noooothing but a filtthhy little whooorre!” Draco looked up, beyond the Dark Lord’s shoulder to see his name on the wall and just beneath it, there was another. He couldn’t make out what it said before he felt a foot to his ribs and then a flash of a spell took him from consciousness.



Harry jerked into alertness and directly out of the bed. His chest tightened, ached. Draco was in trouble. He fought to control his breathing. He felt as if his body was on fire. He was in a rage.

“Harry?” a voice asked nervously. The brunette spun around to see his godfather walking towards him slowly with a hand out like he was approaching a wild animal. “We need to—“

“Draco is hurt,” Harry spat.

Snape cleared his throat bringing attention to him. “The Dark Lord summoned him. Draco went as he was bid.”

“Harry, what’s that?” Remus asked, pointing to a smooth shining surface peeking out from beneath the covers of the bed. Charlie stepped forward as if to distract the group from the question, but Harry answered almost immediately.

“My son. Our son,” he said fiercely.

Snape gulped nervously, staying focused while both Sirius and Remus looked confused and shocked. “Then he didn’t call Draco to the family hall to add his own name. He knows about the child.”

“What?” Remus asked, trying to focus. Sirius approached the bed, moving to lay his hand on the surface of the egg, but Harry stepped between, growling. “I thought you said that only a Malfoy can add to the tree.”

“Yes,” Snape said, “But the curse on the family line adds cursed children automatically. That would mean that Draco’s son is on there, and that would also mean that the Dark Lord knows that Draco is unfaithful to him.”

“Before the child is born?” Remus asked. Snape could only shrug. It had never happened that way to his knowledge of the Malfoy line. The name appeared when the child was born, but it was the only explanation.

Charlie offered his explanation. “A regular child is born when it is independent of its mother. That egg is now independent of the magical energies Draco and Harry have been feeding it.” Remus nodded, seeming to accept that as an appropriate explanation.

“Draco is hurt,” Harry said. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on his mate. “He’s unconscious. I can’t tell where he is.” Harry’s eyes snapped open. “I am not waiting for Voldemort to attack the Ministry. I will take him out the moment I find him. And I will find him the moment my mate wakes up.”

Charlie stepped forward. “Harry, the egg. It’s independent and while Voldemort may be looking for an actual baby or a pregnant witch, he will be looking.”

Harry nodded. “I need to hide it.”

“I can take it to Romania and hide it among other eggs.”

“No,” Harry said immediately. “I have a place for it. I’ll need a few hours. Come up with whatever arsenal we can get. I will go alone if I need to.” Harry pulled his father’s cloak over his pajama pants and pulled his broom from its place leaning against the wall. “I’ll meet you at the headquarters in three hours and then this ends,” Harry growled. He also picked up a knapsack and put it on so that it sat on his chest. He placed the egg inside and secured the fastenings. “Dobby!” he called. The elf appeared with a pop. He leaned over and whispered to the elf and Dobby disappeared again.

“Where ever you’re going, Harry, apparition will be faster,” Sirius pointed out.

“No!” Charlie interrupted. “Do not apparate with the egg,” he explained.

“Hadn’t planned on it,” he answered before jogging from the room to the balcony and leapt into the open air. The men all rushed to see him soar upwards on his broom before he settled the cloak over himself and disappeared.