Fixing the past (Sirry)

Chapter 21

The holidays had become something Harry cherished, unlike his previous life where he preferred being cooped up at Hogwarts to returning home. He recognised that now there was a home to return to, and a home he wanted to return to.

The only bad thing was that they still had to pretend that Harry was imprisoned with the Muggles, and he had to go back to them so that the Hogwarts letter would have the Dursleys' address on it.

Unfortunately, the letter was always delivered on his birthday, and his aunt and uncle had to let him go with them on that date, which they did reluctantly and always with a face that looked like you were pulling their teeth out.

But he shouldn't worry about that just yet. It was still only the beginning of the summer holidays, and besides, he still had to complete his homework first or his aunt would hex him to be glued to his desk chair until he finished.

"You have that expression that you don't like something." He heard said about him, he didn't need to look up to see his Uncle Orion with a slight frown on his face.

"It's nothing uncle." The younger boy tried to soothe, putting aside his book.

"Your mind is spinning, it's strange, but is there something you don't understand?" He asked calmly, pointing to the book he pushed away.

"It's just." He huffed in frustration and pulled the book closer again to read it.

Non-magic people (more commonly known as Muggles) were particularly afraid of magic in medieval times, but not very good at recognizing it. On the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever. The witch or wizard would perform a basic Flame-Freezing Charm and then pretend to shriek with pain while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed, Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burned so much that she allowed herself to be caught no less than forty-seven times in various disguises.

"Hum," hummed Orion feeling unsure as he sat down next to him, "That's history, we all know that the muggles chased our kind and along the way killed many of their own."

"It's not that," he wrinkled his nose, "It's what it says, a simple charm to cool the flames, is that any different to what I do?"

"Oh," Orion managed to say in surprise, "No, no Harry, it's different, while we ordinary wizards and witches can pass through flames by means of incantations to cool the flames, you can't."

Harry shook his head.

"Do you ever think of a spell when you expose yourself to fire?" Orion asked softly.

"No."

"Exactly," he smiled, "Because that is your ability, you are a Lord Drakonis, fire will not harm you because you have dragon blood in your veins, and they are fire made flesh, dragons even swim in lava."

"I will not swim in lava to test that theory." He said immediately.

"And I'm happy about that," Orion sighed in relief, "But, fire doesn't hurt you, nor does dragon fire, Merlin wasn't affected by it either and I also know he swam in lava alongside his dragon, but for the sake of my old heart I hope you don't, also avoid the Fiend Fire, just in case."

"I'm not suicidal uncle." The boy rolled his eyes.

"Oh yeah?" said Orion raising his eyebrows, "Well, who knew, I mean, the Troll in your first year, or maybe going after a professor," Harry cringed with each sentence, "Or maybe, you know, going to the Secret Chamber where a beast hides that might not have answered you, how can I think you're suicidal?"

"They were extreme situations." Harry pointed out.

"Situations that should have been dealt with by an adult," he refuted with an edged in his voice, "I don't know what's going on in Albus Dumbledore's head, but he's not being the diligent Headmaster he's sold himself as, several on the Board want him out of the School because of the danger of the last few years, I'm subtly pushing for it to be done."