Chain Beast (HP FanFiction)

Chapter 11

*Image above its what Tiamat looks like as a dragon.*

"Do you plan on trying to make a hole?" Tiamat asks as Charlie just continue to stare at her.

"I don't know if I should be asking this,"

"Then don't" Tiamat supplies.

"Is Hermione Granger your mate?" he asks either way.

Tiamat glares at him, "Its it me or you are getting braver in your questioning,"

Charlie shrugs, "Last time I check the position of best friend/confidant was open,"

Tiamat gives the winged horse its barrel of malt.

"I don't remember I was taking applications,"

"So?"

Tiamat sighs, "So, what? I can't give you the answer you want to hear,"

"Come on, I could easily tell that you wanted to kill the blond girl when she approached Hermione,"

Tiamat grumbles, "Bird messing with what doesn't belong them," she says in a low voice.

Charlie leans closer, "What was that?"

Tiamat glares at him, "Don't you have something else to do than being nosy,"

Charlie grins, "Fortunately, this is part of my job because I can't have you go attacking anyone without a reason,"

Tiamat hums, "So, if I had a reason I could do it?"

He scratches his head, "Well if I am being honest if I agree with your reasoning then I doubt I would try to stop you,"

Tiamat's eyes widen slightly, that's good to know.

She then starts to leave, "Wait! Where are you going? Didn't you agreed to help Hagrid with a class?" says Charlie forcing her to stop.

Tiamat clicks her tongue, "Right," turning back around. She smiles at Charlie who gulps, "I don't like that smile of yours,"

"I have a beautiful smile,"

"Uh huh,"

"Since I will be helping Hagrid that means you are free,"

Charlie frowns, "I hope you don't want me to go spy on a student,"

Tiamat rolls her eyes, "No, this would actually require you to use your head and not die of boredom,"

Charlie huffs looking at the sky, "I might regret this later on, but what is it?"

Tiamat extends her hand. He glances at it and places his hand in it.

"Great, you know how to give me your hand, but I want is to borrow that little notebook and pen thingy,"

His eyes widen as his face almost match his hair. He pulls his hand away replaces it with the items. Tiamat scribbles down somethings.

"Before you even ask, yes. I know how to write," and hands him the notebook and pen back.

"I want you to get me those items,"

He scans the page, "I don't think England has all of this, but I can ask my friends in Romania. Its just that it will take some time to get everything,"

Tiamat nods, "That's fine if I could wait a century this is nothing,"

Charlie's eyes soften, but said nothing.

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"Gather around, gather around," Hagrid says, waving the students closer.

Should I be insulted or proud that they are standing that far away? Tiamat wonders looking around. Some students watch on with curiously others with fear and some brave ones stand a foot away. It was no surprise that two of them is Luna and Hermione along with a black hair guy who tries to calm down the red head next to him who glares draggers at her.

"Don't worry is not like I can anyone with these teeth," Tiamat chuckles and some student take a step back as Hagrid shakes his head.

"Have you ever eaten a person?" Luna asks.

Tiamat shakes her head, "I doubt I would,"

"Then do you use fire to roast your food?"

"Good, question Miss Lovegood," says Hagrid.

"Normally, I don't need to do it now, but I would love to do it once again,"

"Do you have a tail? And wings?" a student from the backs asks.

"I do, but I look different from the dragons you know and have been recorded,"

Students move closer this time, "You saying there is more dragons?"

Tiamat nods, "They are scatter around the world in seas, the mountains and sky. We avoid people and keep mostly to ourselves,"

"Is true that dragons shed their horns and scales?"

"Yes, but only the young ones similar to how you lose your teeth and before you ask mine are permanent even if they did fall along with my scales they would be useless. Since my fire on itself is not exactly strong which is why I have a combination of feathers," Tiamat says.

"WHAT?!"

They whisper among each other as Hagrid moves closer, "You have feathers?"

"I do and my wings are made of them. My magic runs through them so in the past humans would use my fallen feathers as protection, luck and even make them part of arrows," Tiamat says.

A loud clearing of a throat quiets everyone as a blond boy with green tie walks to the front crossing his arms.

"Then why don't you prove it to us and turn into it," he says, his words follow by mumbles of agreement.

"Everyone calm down, she-"

"If I could I would have been long gone, but as you can see," she lifts her hands, "these stops me from doing so,"