Dragon Hunt

“Hey, sleepy head,” Draco teased, looking up as Harry’s eyes fluttered open. Harry glanced over, seeing the blond curled on the debauched chair, and blushed. Draco looked refreshed and clean, blonde hair falling softly over his forehead.

He tried to sit up, but found his muscles weak and body sore. “Thanks for getting me into the bed,” he mumbled after he’d dropped back into the mattress.

“Well, I couldn’t just leave you on the floor forever,” Draco laughed. “You’ve been asleep for close to thirty-six hours.”

Harry laughed. “I can’t even move.”

“I’m sorry. I just figured that if you—“

“Couldn’t remember anything from before you’d make sure I sure as hell would never forget that?” Harry interjected. Draco nodded with a smirk. “I know. I think I heard in your purr, or in my head, or—“ His voice cut off as he yawned. “Who knows?”

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Draco asked nervously. “I mean, I know you’re a bit bruised and probably thoroughly dehydrated, but, I mean, are you okay? I’m sorry. I probably went too far.” Harry murmured something, snuggling deeper into the mattress. “Harry?”

“Hurt so good,” he sighed with a laugh. “Don’t know if I can handle that again any time soon, but I wouldn’t trade it away.” He rolled to his back and stretched. “Gods, Draco, what did you do to me? I hurt all over.”

“Probably from the fact your entire body tensed up so much everytime you came.”

Harry scoffed. “I don’t think I actually came the last couple of times.” He rolled again, groaning. “I have to pee,” Harry announced. Draco just stared. “And, true to your word, I can’t seem to walk. At least I don’t seem to be able to get up.” Draco laughed. “Shut up and help me.” So Draco did.




Sirius smiled, pacing back and forth in the living room of his newly remodeled home. “Remus?” he asked. Remus looked up from his book. “I want to throw a party on Christmas Eve. We’ll invite the Weasleys and the Grangers and a few others from the Order.”

Remus smiled and shook his head. “You act like you don’t see those people everyday. I thought you would want to go out and celebrate your new freedom.”

“We’ll do that for New Years. And yes, I do see them, but they haven’t been here to see the renovations I could finally have done now that this place is no longer hidden. And they can walk in the front door,” Sirius argued with a smile on his face. “I’ll even invite Snape and be nice to him when he gets here!”

Remus laughed. “You’re welcome to do anything you wish, dear. It’s your house.”

“Ours,” Sirius corrected. Remus nodded, not wanting to really argue. “They announced the end of the search for Deatheaters in the Prophet this morning. Do you think—“

“Your darling godson will be back when he’s back. He’s with his mate and their egg. Dobby’s assured you that they are both safe and well supplied. They could decide to stay away for months.”

Sirius whined. “They’ve already been gone for weeks!” He continued his pacing, this time chewing on a fingernail anxiously. “I just want to see with my own two eyes that he’s all right. I want to see that Draco’s all right. And I want to see that the egg is all right.”

“I know, I know,” Remus soothed. “And I’m sure that—“ He was interrupted by a knock on the door. Sirius practically skipped from the room. He was like a kid running towards his own birthday party everytime he got to do something he couldn’t have before. “They’ll all return shortly!” Remus called after him.

Sirius ignored the statement and tugged the door open. “Thank the gods!” he gasped breathlessly at the sight before him, dragging Harry into his arms before the younger man had even had time to realize the door had opened. “Are you all right?” he asked, pushing Harry back, though retaining a grip on his shoulders.

Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes as his godfather looked him over for injuries or illness. Sirius gave him another tight, but brief hug before pushing him away and taking the blond who had been hanging back a few steps into his arms, giving Draco just as tight of a hug. “Are you all right?” he demanded.

Harry smiled brightly at the look of astonishment on Draco’s face. It was one thing to hear he’d been accepted into this family, another to feel it. Draco could only nod dully. “Can we come in?” Harry prompted. “It’s a bit chilly.”

“Of course, of course!” Sirius exclaimed, ushering them into the front hall and closing the door behind them. “Where are your coats?”

“Dobby didn’t pack any,” Harry explained.

“Shoes, either,” Draco added, lifting his bare foot slightly to bring attention to it.

“Oh, gods!” Sirius fussed. “Let’s get you to the fire. You must be freezing!” Sirius urged them back towards the spacious living room he’d come from not five minutes earlier.

Remus heard footsteps approaching and spoke without looking up from his book. “Did you enjoy opening the door?” he teased.

“More than ever,” Sirius beamed.

Remus glanced up, seeing the young couple. “You’re here!” he exclaimed, jumping to his feet, hugging them both in turn.

“We’re here,” Harry confirmed, sitting on the floor in front of the fire. Draco took the one pack they had from his back, holding it against his chest tightly and dropping to the floor himself, leaning back to lounge in his mate’s arms.

“Is everything all right?” Remus asked. Draco and Harry both smiled at him. “I mean, when you left, you were both injured. You had no wands, no—The egg!” Sirius face dropped, sliding into the couch beside Remus. He hadn’t remembered about the egg.

Draco sat the pack down, sliding the edges down to reveal the shining surface of the green swirling egg. Sirius slid to the floor, reaching tentatively towards the egg. “Ready to be a surrogate grandfather?” Harry teased.

The older man froze while the werewolf behind him released a bark of laughter. “Grandfather?” he asked.

Draco giggled. “Well, practically. Harry and I don’t have any true family but eachother, anymore.”

“Actually, we’re related, you know?” Sirius asked the blond.

Draco nodded. “Yes, but you know what I mean.”

“I’m honored that you consider me your family,” the older man said seriously. “I would be honored if your son thought of me as a grandfather, even if I’m not old enough to be one,” he said with false arrogance. Sirius froze when something hit his knee. “Did the egg just move?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “He’s been doing that a lot, recently. We have to keep him in a bathtub stuffed with blankets when we’re not with him. All most rolled right out of the tent once.”

“Did roll off the bed once,” Draco admitted with a cringe.

“You were distracting me!” Harry complained.

“I didn’t blame you!” Draco argued back, arching his neck to place a kiss on the side of his mate’s neck. When he looked back to the egg in question, Sirius had his hand on the shell.

“It’s amazing. When will it hatch again?” Remus asked.

“According to Charlie, we have another two months or so,” Harry said, turning to meet Draco’s eye. “But we believe it will be sooner.”

“Based on?” Sirius asked.

The mated dragons simply shrugged. “And if you don’t mind,” Draco said. “He is a he, not an it. His name is Leo.”

Remus giggled. “A lion, huh? Two dragons give birth to a lion.”

“We should call the Weasleys. They—“

“No!” Harry interrupted.

Both of the older men frowned. “It’s safe, Harry,” Remus assured him. “The last of the known Deatheaters has been rounded up. We—“

“We know,” Draco interjected. “We’ve been getting the newspaper.”

“One thing that was left out, however, is what was done with Voldemort’s body,” Harry said.

Remus nodded. “Felt it best to keep the crazies from going after it. It was burned and the ashes mixed in with some muggle substance called cement. Ron went when the substance was poured. I don’t know the specifics, but apparently both of your names are carved into a curb here in London along with the phrase ‘May the bastard rot in hell.’”

“So why no calling the Weasleys?” Sirius asked, taking the conversation back a moment.

“It’s just that we were hoping to have a nice quiet holiday,” Harry replied.

“We were just discussing throwing a party on Christmas Eve,” Siruis said with a frown. He watched the two dragons look at eachother in such a way that he knew there was a conversation going on that he could not hear. “I—I can cancel it? I want you two to stay more than—”

“A party would be fine,” Draco said, turning back to Sirius. “It wouldn’t be overly large and public?”

“No, no, just us and the Weasleys and Sn—Severus. Maybe Moody and Tonks? Dumbledore?” Sirius asked. Harry had to smile at his godfather. Never had he seen Sirius eager to please and willing to change his own plans to that end.

“All right, but we would like our return to be kept private,” Draco said.

“Will you be staying through the holidays, then?” Remus asked from his place on the couch, reaching out to brush his hand along his lover’s shoulder.

“No,” Harry said, earning him disappointed looks. “We’ll be leaving on Christmas night.”

“I want Harry’s help renovating the manor,” Draco added. “I—There are rooms I intend to burn and whole portions of the mansion I wish to completely rebuild.”

“It’s going to take a lot of work,” Harry commented, nodding, wrapping his arms around his mate securely and kissing his neck. “But, if it is to be our home, we’ll need to get it done as soon as possible.”

“Besides, we thought we’d throw a New Year’s bash there,” Draco added with a smile. Harry blushed and nodded, his head rubbing against the blond’s as he did. “That, we felt, was when we’d make our return public.”

“You’ll be returning to school, won’t you?” Remus asked seriously. “It is your last year, but—I mean, you should finish.”

“We intend to,” Harry smiled. “But, when with the egg ready to hatch, it’ll be a bit different. We’ll need to discuss the matter with Dumbledore.”

“And we want the manor ready before we return so that we won’t need to worry about renovating once our son shows himself,” Draco added. As if on cue, Leo rolled his egg back towards his parents. Draco giggled and lifted the swirling green egg and rested it in the crevice between Harry’s thigh and his own hip.

“We’ll be happy to help with the renovations,” Remus said.

“Oh, yes,” Sirius said smugly. “I’ve gotten pretty good at construction and demolition spells, if I do say so myself,” he added with a gesture around the room.

“I’d noticed,” Harry commented, looking around to get a better look at the place. It was lighter, more comfortable. It was a home. It was what he wanted for himself and his mate. “It’s late. Can we use my usual room?”

“Of course,” Remus said with a nod. “It’s had some renovations as well, though nothing drastic.”

“I’m glad,” Draco said as he stood from the floor. “I have fond memories of that room,” he said with a smirk down at Harry. Harry shook his head, blushing again and lifted the egg, cradling it in one arm as he raised a hand up in Draco’s direction.

Draco took the offered hand and dragged his mate to his feet. “We’re sorry to just show and then go right to bed.”

“But, we had a long flight,” Harry smirked.

“It’s fine. We’ll catch up in the morning,” Remus said, even though Sirius pouted. “Good night.”

“Good night,” Harry and Draco both echoed as they left the room, hand in hand.