The Enchanted Warriors (Dragon Riders AU)

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Harry pov:

As we arrived at the hospital, Y/N lay on the bed, holding Jin's hand tightly. Jungkook and Hobi sat near her legs, their eyes darting to her every now and then, concern etched on their faces. Taehyung and Jimin stood near the bedside, silent but visibly tense. Namjoon and Yoongi sat with me on the sofa, their expressions unreadable yet heavy with thought.

The room was wrapped in an eerie silence, the kind that amplifies every stray thought. No one dared to speak. My mind raced with questions that refused to settle: How is it possible to find one’s mate at such a young age? Y/N is a healer, yes—but is that what makes her so special? What does Leo want with her power? And why does it feel like he’s preparing for something far darker than any of us can imagine?

I glanced at my boys. Their bond with Y/N was undeniable—mates, bound by fate. Nothing could sever that connection, but they were too young to shoulder such a responsibility. Too young to face the kind of evil Leo represents. The things he’s done over the years are unspeakable, leaving destruction in his wake.

My thoughts spiraled further until the sound of the door creaking open shattered the stillness. All eyes turned as Louis entered, followed by the doctor

The doctor stepped inside and immediately bowed his head in respect. I offered him a reassuring smile, trying to keep the mood light. "Doctor, could you please check on this beautiful little girl? She’s hurt," I said, glancing at Y/N.

As he moved toward her, I felt the tension in the room spike. Seven pairs of eyes followed his every move, their stares sharp enough to cut through steel. The poor man hesitated, clearly unnerved by the intensity. I gestured for him to continue.

“Go ahead,” I said, my tone calm but firm. Stepping behind him, I positioned myself where I could keep an eye on my sons. I didn’t entirely trust them in this state—protective, territorial, and brimming with barely suppressed aggression. The way they were glaring at the doctor’s back made me uneasy.

The doctor began his examination, carefully looking over Y/N’s legs, face, and hands. His expression turned serious when he noticed her leg—it looked bad, worse than I’d hoped.

“I’m going to touch it now,” he said gently, glancing at her. “Let me know if it hurts, okay?”

“Okay,” Y/N replied, her voice trembling slightly as she braced herself.

He cleaned the wound with a piece of cotton, and the moment she winced, I saw Jin’s hand trapped in her grip. Her eyes squeezed shut, and I felt a pang of guilt watching her endure the pain. Jin leaned closer, murmuring soft reassurances, his thumb brushing her knuckles to comfort her.

My sons, however, were another story. Their jaws were tight, their fists clenched as though they were moments away from tearing the doctor apart. I could feel their frustration, their instincts screaming at them to intervene and protect their mate, even from something as necessary as this.

I shot them a sharp look—a silent warning to stand down. They knew better, but their instincts were winning. It took everything in me to maintain my composure and keep them in check. The doctor, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing behind him, continued his work with care.

I couldn’t shake the weight in my chest. My sons were too young for this—for the responsibility, for the intensity of a bond that even they were struggling to comprehend. But no matter what, I would protect them. I would protect her.

I let out a deep breath, relieved the doctor was still alive. So far, so good—they hadn’t snapped yet. The doctor continued cleaning the wound with careful precision, and I tried to focus on staying calm. My gaze shifted to Louis, who was standing far too close to the door for my liking. His face said it all—he didn’t want to be here.