章 3: Chapter 2
As Harry stepped into the Bones Family Estate with Amelia Bones by his side, he couldn't help but let out a low whistle. This place made Privet Drive look like the bargain bin of real estate. The sprawling grounds, the grand manor—it screamed, "Welcome to the rest of your fancy life, Harry Potter." A weird mix of relief and nerves bubbled in his stomach. Was this really happening?
"Welcome to your new home, Harry," Amelia said, giving him a smile that could probably melt glaciers. "You're safe here. No more Dursleys. No more danger."
Safe. That word hit him like a warm blanket fresh out of the dryer. Harry nodded, a little too enthusiastically. Safe was good. He could get used to that.
Drakor, the snarky Klyntar symbiote-turned-dragon that had bonded with him, piped up in his mind. Safe? Ha! Boring! Now, if we had a fire-breathing contest in the dining hall, then we'd be talking. Or maybe a friendly duel with flying furniture?
Drakor, Harry thought back, can we not get kicked out before I've even unpacked?
Oh, come on, Harrykins, Drakor teased, his mental voice dripping with mischief. Where's your sense of adventure?
As Harry wandered through the estate's cavernous halls, admiring the paintings that were definitely watching him (yep, that's normal now), he almost bumped into a red-haired girl about his age. She froze like he was a ghost—or, worse, an unexpected house guest.
"Who are you?" she demanded, eyes narrowing like she'd just found a suspicious stain on her favorite shirt. "What are you doing here?"
Harry opened his mouth, unsure if he should go for the casual 'Hi, I'm Harry, nice place you got here' or the more formal 'Please don't hex me, I'm new here' approach. He settled somewhere in the middle.
"Uh… I'm Harry. Amelia brought me here. I'm supposed to stay, I think?"
The girl crossed her arms, clearly not buying it. "Right. And I'm the Queen of Hogwarts. Get lost before I call for help."
Harry blinked. Is she serious?
Drakor snorted in his head. Ooh, feisty! I like her. Let me handle this, just give me control for five seconds. I'll charm her. Or terrify her. Probably both.
Absolutely not, Harry replied firmly. We're not pulling out the dragon card just yet.
He raised his hands in surrender instead. "Look, I'm not lying. Amelia really did bring me here. You can ask her. Please don't sic a pet hippogriff on me or something."
The girl hesitated, looking unsure for the first time. "Fine," she said slowly, still keeping her distance. "But I'm watching you."
She's watching you, Harry! Drakor practically sang in his head. Careful, or she might just be your new sidekick.
"Thanks, I guess?" Harry mumbled, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
Just then, Amelia appeared like a knight in shining—okay, more like an aunt in sensible shoes.
"Susan, what's going on?" Amelia's voice had the right amount of "I'm in charge" without sounding like she was about to ground anyone.
Susan—that must be the girl—turned to her, still suspicious. "Auntie Amelia, I found this boy wandering around. He says you brought him here, but I didn't recognize him."
Amelia's stern expression softened as she glanced at Harry. "Ah, I should've told you earlier, Susan. This is Harry Potter. He's staying with us for now."
Susan's mouth fell open. "Wait… the Harry Potter?"
And here it comes, Drakor muttered gleefully. Fame, fortune, and endless paparazzi.
"Yeah, that's me," Harry said, scratching his head awkwardly.
Susan's expression shifted from suspicion to full-on astonishment. "You're the Boy-Who-Lived? Merlin's beard!"
Harry blinked. "The Boy-Who-what-now?"
Oh, this is gonna be fun, Drakor said, practically bouncing in his mental space. Hold onto your wand, Harrykins. You're famous.
"You don't know?" Susan looked at him like he'd just announced he didn't know what Quidditch was (which, to be fair, he didn't… much). "You're a legend! You survived You-Know-Who's attack when you were a baby. You're the reason he's gone."
Harry felt like someone had dropped a cauldron full of confusion on him. "Wait, what? No one ever told me about this. I was raised by muggles—they didn't exactly keep me in the loop."
Susan softened, sympathy in her eyes. "Wow, you really had no idea, huh? Don't worry, Harry. You'll catch up fast. The wizarding world is a lot to take in, but you'll figure it out."
So, Drakor chimed in, we're famous, and we didn't even know? Typical. This is just the kind of information I could've used sooner, Harry. You know, for dramatic flair.
Harry sighed internally, grateful for Susan's kindness—and amused by Drakor's constant commentary. He had a lot to learn, but at least he wasn't doing it alone.
As he shook Susan's hand, he couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, Susan. Looks like I've got a lot to catch up on."
—
Alone in his room at the Bones Family Estate, Harry sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the spacious surroundings with wide eyes. It was like he had stepped into a whole new world—soft pillows, an actual mattress, and no cobwebs or spiders in sight. A far cry from the cupboard under the stairs. It felt like he had won the lottery, and yet, his mind couldn't quite process the fact that this was real. Gratitude flooded him.
Ah, the sweet taste of freedom, Harry thought, reclining into the fluffy pillows.
Then, he felt it—a familiar presence stirring within him, like a ripple in still water. Before he could say, "What the—?", Drakor materialized, his scaly, draconic head poking out of Harry's shirt like it was no big deal. Casual.
"Harry," Drakor began, his voice all deep and dramatic as usual, resonating through their mental link. "I never left. I'm part of you now, like…well, like peanut butter and jelly, but, y'know, cooler."
Harry blinked, eyebrows shooting up. "You're just going to casually pop out like that? No warning? Not even a knock? You could've given me a heart attack!"
Drakor's draconic grin was nothing short of mischievous. "Where's the fun in that, partner? I live for dramatic entrances. Keeps you on your toes." He paused for effect. "Besides, I've been here the whole time, silent guardian, protector, yada yada…"
Harry rolled his eyes, but deep down, the idea of Drakor always being there, watching his back, brought him comfort. "You've got a flair for theatrics, don't you?"
"Oh, absolutely. But speaking of me—and let's face it, who else would we talk about—I need to discuss something serious. My diet, Harry. It's…complicated."
That got Harry's attention. "Your diet?" he repeated, completely thrown off. "You don't exactly strike me as the 'three meals a day' kind of guy."
Drakor gave a slow nod, his features somehow managing to look even more dramatic. "True. I need something a little different to sustain our bond. See, as a Klyntar Symbiote Dragon, I require Phenethylamine."
Harry stared blankly, his brain trying to keep up. "Pheno-what now?"
"Phenethylamine!" Drakor repeated, as if it were obvious. "It's a chemical compound in your brain. You make it naturally—it's responsible for stuff like mood, emotions, y'know, the good stuff."
"Wait. You're saying you need chemicals from my brain to survive?" Harry asked, his voice edging towards panic.
Drakor waved a claw nonchalantly. "Oh, no worries. I wouldn't drain you or anything. But I do need a steady supply. Otherwise, things might get... wobbly. Powers, bond—poof."
Harry's jaw dropped. "Okay, so…how do we get this Phenethi-whatever without me losing brain cells?"
Drakor leaned in closer, eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, one option—and hear me out—is human brains."
Harry recoiled in horror. "WHAT?! No way! No brains! That's—uh—cannibalism!"
Drakor chuckled, clearly enjoying Harry's reaction. "Relax, partner! I'm just pulling your leg. I wouldn't actually make you go all zombie. There's a much simpler—and tastier—solution."
Harry crossed his arms, narrowing his eyes. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"
"Chocolate!" Drakor announced with a grin, like he'd just discovered the cure for world hunger. "It's loaded with phenethylamine. Perfect for keeping me going, and you don't have to eat brains! Win-win!"
Harry blinked. "Chocolate? Seriously?"
"Yup! We're talking Snickers, M&Ms, hot cocoa—the works. Keep me stocked up, and I'll be at full power, no problem."
Harry let out a relieved laugh. "You had me thinking I'd have to turn into some kind of brain-eating monster. Chocolate I can do."
Drakor's smile turned sly. "Ah, but there's a catch. I'm gonna need massive amounts of chocolate, my friend. Like, a serious stash. I'm talking enough to make Willy Wonka blush."
Harry groaned, the joy quickly fading. "Massive amounts? Drakor, I'm a broke kid! I can't just raid Honeydukes every day."
Drakor hummed, thoughtful. "True. That's a problem. Maybe you could talk to Moody and Bones about us. They've got resources, and it wouldn't hurt to have a couple of grown-ups on our side."
Harry's face twisted in hesitation. "I dunno, Drakor. Telling people about you feels…risky. What if they freak out?"
Drakor's tone softened, the humor gone. "I get it. But you've got good instincts, Harry. Moody and Bones—they care about you. They might be able to help."
Harry mulled over the idea, biting his lip. "You're asking me to trust them with something big. What if they see you as a threat?"
Drakor's voice was surprisingly gentle. "If they're the allies you need, they'll understand. But trust takes time. I'll leave the decision up to you. Just know—whatever happens, I've got your back."
Harry sighed, rubbing his temples. This wasn't going to be easy. But as he glanced at Drakor, who was now lazily lounging across his shoulder, a thought hit him: life had certainly gotten a lot weirder since the cupboard under the stairs.
"Okay," Harry said, a steely resolve forming. "We'll tell them. But no popping out and scaring them, alright?"
Drakor gave a playful wink. "No promises."
Harry groaned. "Great. What could possibly go wrong?"
—
Moody arrived at the Bones Estate like a grumpy storm cloud with a limp. No polite hellos, just straight to business, as usual. Amelia Bones met him at the door, her face a perfect match for his grim expression. Without a word, she led him to a sitting room where they could speak privately. It wasn't the kind of room you sip tea in; it was the kind you planned revolutions in.
"Alastor," Amelia started, her voice low and steady like she was gearing up to hear something awful. "What did Dumbledore have to say?"
Moody settled into a chair with a gruff sigh, his magical eye spinning around like it was checking the furniture for dark magic. "He tried to feed me his usual nonsense," he growled, his voice like gravel in a blender. "But I wasn't buying it this time."
Amelia crossed her arms, her brow furrowed. "And?"
"The truth," Moody spat the word out like it left a bad taste. "Finally. About Harry's upbringing. About Sirius Black. About all the garbage Dumbledore's been keeping under his hat."
Amelia's eyes narrowed. "Sirius Black? What did he do now?"
Moody leaned forward, frustration radiating off him. "Turns out Black never even got a trial. Dumbledore had him chucked in Azkaban like last week's trash. No questions, no investigation, nothing."
Amelia blinked, clearly taken aback. "That can't be right," she said, though she sounded like she knew exactly how right it was. "If he's innocent, he should've had the chance to prove it."
Moody snorted. "Dumbledore claims it was for Harry's protection. But I'm not buying it. There's more to this, and it stinks."
Amelia's face hardened, her jaw set. "We need to fix this," she said, her voice like steel. "Sirius deserves justice. And Harry… Harry deserves to know the truth."
Moody nodded, his magical eye spinning like mad. "We'll make it right. But there's more. Dumbledore's transferring Harry's guardianship—to you."
Amelia blinked again. "Wait—what?"
Moody waved his hand like it was obvious. "You care about the kid. You'll keep him safe. Dumbledore's already made the arrangements. Tomorrow, Harry will be here. With you."
Amelia let out a breath, her mind racing. "I won't let him down," she said, more to herself than to Moody.
Moody gave her a rare, approving nod. "I know you won't."
Just then, the door creaked open, and standing there was Harry Potter himself, looking a little hopeful and a lot uncertain. "So, uh… does this mean I'm staying with you and Susan?" Harry asked, fidgeting.
Moody gave a grunt that was probably supposed to be reassuring. "That's the plan, kid."
Amelia smiled warmly. "You'll be safe here, Harry. We'll take care of you."
Harry let out a breath he probably didn't even know he'd been holding. "Thank you," he said, his voice a mix of gratitude and something heavier. "But there's something you both need to know."
Amelia and Moody exchanged glances. Whatever Harry had to say, it wasn't good. Or, at least, it wasn't simple.
"I'm… not exactly just Harry Potter," Harry began, looking at his shoes like they had all the answers. "There's something else—someone else—with me. A symbiote."
"A what now?" Moody's magical eye locked onto Harry like he'd grown a second head.
Harry straightened up, taking a deep breath. "His name's Drakor. He's a symbiote. From a meteor that crashed on Privet Drive. He bonded with me."
Drakor, who had been lying low until now, suddenly stretched out from Harry's shirt like a gooey, black dragon, his head forming with an enthusiastic grin. "Hello, everybody!" he announced, far too cheerfully for the situation. "I'm Drakor, Harry's new best friend."
Moody jumped about an inch in his seat, which for him, was practically a leap. Amelia, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow but stayed calm. "So," she said slowly, "you're… a symbiote dragon?"
Drakor puffed up with pride. "Yep! And before you ask, no, I'm not here to cause any trouble. I'm here to protect Harry." He shot a look at Harry. "Right, buddy?"
Harry nodded, still adjusting to how normal this was starting to feel. "Yeah. He's been… helpful."
Moody's eye narrowed. "Helpful how, exactly?"
Drakor wiggled his dragon-like snout. "Oh, you know, saving him from mean relatives, providing some cool powers, and—oh, yeah, let's not forget—keeping him safe. I'm basically the best roommate ever."
Amelia leaned forward, studying Drakor. "What's the catch?"
Drakor's grin faltered just a bit. "Well… there's one small thing. I do need to, uh, eat phenethylamine. It's this chemical that's in, well, brains. Human brains, to be specific. But, good news! Chocolate works too!"
Harry, who had heard this a thousand times now, jumped in. "We're going with chocolate," he assured them quickly.
Moody's face softened into a rare, almost amused expression. "So, let me get this straight. You've got a choice between eating human brains and chocolate. And you're choosing chocolate?"
Drakor bobbed his dragon head. "It's really a no-brainer." He paused, clearly proud of his joke. "Get it? No-brainer?"
Harry groaned. "He's full of those."
Amelia sighed, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. "Well, we'll stock up on chocolate, then. We'll make sure you both have what you need."
Moody crossed his arms, looking between Harry and his strange new companion. "One wrong move, Drakor," he warned, "and we'll have words."
Drakor tilted his head, mockingly serious. "I'll be on my best behavior, Mr. Moody. Scout's honor."
As Moody's magical eye continued to whirl, and Amelia gave a final nod of reassurance to Harry, Drakor's voice echoed in Harry's mind. "See? We've got this all wrapped up. Just me, you, and a metric ton of chocolate. What could go wrong?"
Harry didn't answer, but he had a feeling Drakor would find out soon enough.
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