Chapitre 5: Chapter 4: The Land of Dragons
As the grand doors of Pendragon Palace swung open, the sheer scale of the place hit Klaus, Rebekah, and Elijah all at once. The palace wasn't just built for humans—it was designed to accommodate creatures far larger, far more majestic. Giant walkways lined the halls, wide enough for dragons to stroll through with ease. Massive windows allowed for flight, their frames large enough to let dragons take off and land without constraint. It
It was an awe-inspiring sight, even for the Mikaelsons, who had seen much in their thousand years. The walls were carved with ancient runes, detailing stories of dragons and their riders, a history older than any Klaus had encountered. The palace itself seemed to hum with an ancient magic, something powerful and untamed.
Sol, still radiating his youthful energy, bounded ahead of them, his mischievous grin never faltering. "Welcome to Pendragon Palace! I know, I know, it's impressive. The dragons like to stretch their wings, and we've always believed they deserve their space."
He spun around, walking backward as he gave them a casual tour of the palace. "You'll notice the giant hallways are perfect for dragon flight, and those windows? Oh, they're more than just for show. When a dragon needs to leave, they just... well, they go." Sol waved his arms dramatically, mimicking the motion of a dragon taking flight.
Rebekah's eyes wandered to the massive windows, where the sky outside was painted with the hues of early night. "It's beautiful here," she said, her voice tinged with admiration.
"Of course it is!" Sol replied with a wink. "This is a place where dragons and their riders coexist in harmony. My family has always believed that magic, dragons, and wizards are meant to thrive together, not be controlled by some idiotic governing body like the Ministry."
Klaus, still holding Harry close, admired the architecture but remained focused. "This is all well and good, Sol, but we're not here for a history lesson. What's your plan for keeping Harry safe?"
"Patience, Klaus," Sol replied, his golden eyes flashing with a playful glint. "All in good time. For now, I want to show you where you'll be staying."
With a snap of his fingers, a house-elf appeared at Sol's side. The small, wiry creature bowed deeply before the Mikaelsons. "This is Eddo," Sol said, nodding toward the elf. "He'll take you to your quarters for the night. Rest well, because tomorrow, we have a lot to discuss. Harry's safety is my top priority."
Klaus gave a short nod, his eyes flicking to the house-elf. Eddo, though small, radiated the same old magic that filled the palace. "Very well," Klaus said, his voice laced with resolve. "We'll see you in the morning."
Eddo led them through a series of winding corridors, each as grand and vast as the last. The bedrooms they were taken to were more than enough to accommodate the Mikaelson siblings. Klaus gently laid Harry down on a soft, oversized bed, the boy still deep in slumber. The spell was fading further, Klaus could see it—his son's features were slowly changing to resemble him more by the hour.
Elijah stood by the door, watching his brother as he gazed down at Harry. "Sol will have answers for us," Elijah said quietly. "He's lived through more than even we can comprehend."
Klaus nodded, his gaze never leaving Harry. "He'd better," he muttered. "Because this world is already full of threats. I don't intend to let Harry become a victim of it."
The Next Morning: A New Plan
The morning light streamed through the towering windows of Pendragon Palace's dining hall, casting long, golden rays across the polished stone floors. Sol Pendragon lounged casually at the head of the table, his feet up, sipping on a goblet of what looked like dragonfruit juice. He grinned widely as the Mikaelsons entered, Harry now awake but held close to Klaus's side.
"Good morning, my immortal friends," Sol chimed, waving them over to sit. "I hope you slept well. Now, let's get down to business."
The playful glint in Sol's eyes remained, but his tone shifted into something more serious. "We need to talk about how to keep Harry safe, and more importantly, away from the British wizarding world."
Klaus's eyes narrowed as he sat down, placing Harry gently on his lap. "We're listening."
Sol set down his goblet and leaned forward. "First things first: we need to get rid of Harry Potter."
Rebekah's eyes widened slightly, but Sol quickly raised a hand to calm her. "Not the boy himself, of course. I mean the name Harry Potter. As long as he's known by that name, they can track him. The Ministry, Dumbledore... anyone who knows about him can trace him with magic. We need to change his name completely."
Klaus looked down at Harry, the boy's green eyes blinking up at him, still unaware of the magnitude of the conversation. "What do you suggest?" Klaus asked.
"We take him to Gringotts Wizarding Bank," Sol said, his voice growing more serious. "I have friends there—associates, if you will. They hate Dumbledore and the British wizarding elite as much as I do. The goblins at Gringotts don't answer to the Ministry, and they'll help us without question."
Elijah nodded thoughtfully. "What's the first step?"
Sol tapped a finger on the table. "First, a full name change. That'll break most of the tracking spells tied to his identity. We'll create a new identity for Harry—one that's protected by the goblins' magic. They're experts at hiding people from unwanted eyes."
Klaus's expression darkened. "And what of the rest? We can't simply change his name and hope they forget about him."
"Which brings me to the next step," Sol continued. "We take control of his vaults. You need to have access to everything the Potters left behind for him—wealth, estates, magical artifacts. Dumbledore has likely interfered with all of this. My guess is, he ensured Lily and James's last wills were never read, keeping their assets under the Ministry's influence. But with Gringotts, we can bypass that. The goblins will have the wills read, ensuring that everyone gets their share, and the rest of what was left to Harry will be under your control until he turns sixteen."
"And what of the estates?" Elijah asked. "Harry likely has more property than just what the Potters left."
Sol grinned. "You're sharp, Elijah. Yes, we'll do an inheritance test for Harry while we're there. This will show us any other bloodlines connected to him—and I believe he has ties to the Black family as well. Sirius Black was named Harry's godfather in case something happened to James and Lily. That means Harry could inherit the Black family vaults and properties too."
Klaus leaned back slightly, processing the information. "So, once we're at Gringotts, we change his name, secure his vaults, and uncover any other inheritance he may have."
"Exactly," Sol confirmed, his mischievous grin returning. "And once that's done, we sever every tie he has to the British magical world."
Rebekah, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up. "And what about Dumbledore? He's not going to stop looking for Harry. He'll come after us once he realizes Harry is no longer under his control."
Sol's smile darkened. "Dumbledore is crafty, but he's also arrogant. He believes he knows what's best for everyone, but he doesn't understand the power we're dealing with here. Harry's no longer just some tool for his war against Voldemort. He's a tribrid, and we'll make sure that's something Dumbledore never gets his hands on."
Klaus's gaze hardened with resolve. "Then we do it. We go to Gringotts."
Sol clapped his hands together, the playful light returning to his eyes. "Brilliant! We'll head there today. The goblins will be ready, and everything will be arranged. But remember—once we change Harry's name, there's no going back. The wizarding world will have no way of tracking him, and he'll truly be a Mikaelson in every way."
Klaus looked down at Harry, his son's innocent eyes staring up at him. The boy was a symbol of both hope and danger—a child who carried the power of three worlds. But no matter what lay ahead, Klaus knew one thing for certain: Harry would be safe, protected by his family.
"Let's do it," Klaus said, his voice firm. "We change his name, take control of his inheritance, and keep him hidden. No one will take him from me."
Sol's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Well then, my friends, let's head to Gringotts. There's a new chapter in Harry's life waiting to begin."
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