Dragonkin

Twelve

AN: this is now at the post as I go stage. 

Molly nearly tripped over herself when Grandfather Isay stepped out of the floo at Number 12 in his old-fashioned robes and white hair.

"G-grandfather!" She sketched a bow at the old Draken before leading him to the most comfortable seat in the house. "What brings you for a visit?"

"The younglings invited me for dinner after listing me as their family on the rolls. After my nap, I owled my solicitor and began the legal adoption proceedings. It will not cause any changes in their guardianship," he assured Molly as she opened her mouth to protest. "It is more that I have listed them as my heirs and acknowledged the distant kinship."

"I'm so pleased to see you have finally found someone to continue your line, Grandfather Isay," Molly beamed. "You couldn't have asked for better."

"I listed you as well because Grandfather said he wasn't up to all the babysitting duties that come with being a submissive's family," Hermoine said somewhat warily, a little unsure of her reaction to the fait accompli.

Molly froze, looking at her in shock for a moment before she did in fact, as Einarr predicted, attempt death by hug. Harry laughed for a moment before she changed targets and attempted to hug Harry to death. Then he couldn't laugh because he couldn't draw breath at all.

"Now, Molly, calm yourself. You should be able to go home tonight."

"I meant to ask about that," Hermione said. "Not that we weren't pleased to have you and your help, but why did you stay with us?"

"I can answer that one," Isay chuckled warmly. "Those boys of hers would have smelled you all over her and been through the floo after you before she could blink. It kept things to the proper protocol."

"Oh."

"Yes, but since you've met them as a Draken and they know what to expect, I can leave. As lovely as it's been, I'm ready to go home and tell Arthur the news! Grandbabies!"

And she was through the floo before the words "Not yet!" made it out of Hermione's shocked mouth.

"Welcome home," Remus greeted as he entered the room. There was a strange undertone of strain in his voice.

"Remus, this is Isay Fyodorv. He has agreed to be our grandfather in the Draken world," Hermione indicated the old man as she made the introductions. "Grandfather, this is our guardian, regent, and very dear friend, Remus Lupin. "

"It's a pleasure," Remus said, sketching a bow even as he eyed the old man who nodded back from his seated position. He was trying to decide if the old man was taking advantage of his cubs and if so how to extricate them without causing offense.

Isay began chuckling, easily reading the look in Remus's eyes. "You are a very good regent, boy. I assure you, as Harry said when he convinced me to be added as their family, theirs is the only greater good I'm concerned with. Much like my dragon ancestors I guard what is mine quite fiercely. They are now mine. I will guard them as closely as you. I am relieved to see you are exactly as they painted you. I know that you will guard your cubs just as fiercely as my Draken guards his chicks. "

Remus held out his hand to the Elder Draken who took it with alacrity. Dinner and conversation went smoothly after that. Hermione even got around to suggesting the two work together on Isay's memoirs. Which the old Draken pointed out he had not intended to write.

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"I really do think you should write your memoirs, Grandfather, think of all the things you've seen and done. It would be tragic for all of that experience to be lost," Hermione tried again as they entered the library after dinner causing Remus and Harry to smile.