Dragon's Missing Treasure

Wolf General's Cub

Harris ate as much as he could stomach, it wasn't a lot, he knew that wasn't good, but he just couldn't eat more. He knew he was sickly thin, he saw an old monk one day from over the wall and noted that he looked far more healthy than he did. The old clothes that were both too big and ugly swallowed him with little regard for styling or care. But they hid his scars from the lashings he'd gotten for even looking at food and that had felt like enough.

Now, as he sat across from the Wolf General as he stirred his mostly full bowl of congee after he had finished eating, he had wished he had more to hide from the person before him with.

"Harris, please tell Uncle Moony what had happened, Uncle Moony needs to know so he can help." The youth watched as the General melted from a military man to a gentle Uncle that was so very concerned for the child before him.

"I don't want to say, if I do Uncle might hate me."

"No, never. This Uncle could never hate his cub."

"What if I'm no longer worthy to be your cub?" He asked with a small voice.

"Your parents are James and Lily Potter yes?" The General asked watching as the youth nodded his head before continuing with a gentle tone. "Then you are worthy, just because you are your parents' son. Nothing you were told or made to do could change that."

"Even if Draco could divorce me because of it?"

"Yes, even then Cub."

"What if I can't bring myself to tell you?"

"Tonks is investigating. She'll tell me everything that the servants know."

"She's not going to hurt them is she?"

"No, she won't." Harris yawned before opening his mouth to ask a question but was cut off by the general. "It's late, go with Weasley, he'll be your guard until Tonks returns and then she'll be yours too."

"Your Highness," a deep voice next to him made Harris snap out of whatever spiral hearing 'Weasley' had kicked him into. "My name is Bill, I am not like any siblings of mine you may have met. My duty is to protect you."

Harris steeled himself and looked at the man speaking, his hair was longer and better kept than the terrible pair of siblings that the old lord would bring, he felt kinder too.

"Unfortunately the Weasley's I know are demented."

"That would be the youngest two. I'm deeply sorry for whatever wrongs they've done you."

"Lead the way," Harris stood and motioned for the man to lead him only to be picked up by the tall redhead and carried to his room.

He was stiff the entire time. Frozen in fear for a reason as benign as the man carrying him having the same surname as his tormentor. He wanted to vomit to get the memory of that flavor out of his mouth, but he couldn't, his body had latched onto what little food he ate and just like those times refused to let him. Before he knew what was happening he was sitting on a couch with his hands being held away from his face and his mouth feeling like it was burning.

"He hurt you didn't he?" The man's voice wavered.

"He said that it was practice for when he came with the sedan chair." Harris's voice was hoarse.

"You will be avenged." Bill promised gently letting go of his wrists so he could get medicine for the scratches on his face. "The reason I don't like those two younger siblings is because once they were born our parents forgot about me and the other children. We're all gents you see, so when the first boy was born they were quick to abandon us based on his whim."