THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 27: The Slaying of Southwick

Draco

Blowing out a long whistle, Harry folds the insane letter and puts it back in the envelope.

"The balls on this mistress woman.. Pardon, I meant the Emperor.." Harry trails off obviously forgetting what she'd crowned herself.

"Emperor of the world or some bit.." I say scoffing.

Pouring Harry a some of my finest aged Firewhiskey to match my own. Harry's scanning the books on my shelves without really looking, seeming to be deep in thought.

"Spill it Potter," I say, elbowing him before handing him the drink. Harry smiles, though it doesn't seem to reach his eyes.

With a resigned sigh he eventually speaks. "I'm thrilled. Obviously, I'm over the moon. Its a dream come true, a total accident but still a dream come true.."

"But..?" I encourage, taking a sip of my drink. Though fiery it still manages to go down nice and smooth having aged for so long.

"What if history repeats itself? It all just feels to similar to when all our parents were young and fighting Voldemort or falling in line with him. Am I bringing my child into a world I won't be there to raise him in? Will I be just a moving picture they cry to when their lonely? Or hug it to their chest on their birthdays and Christmas?" Harry says, choking down a small sob at the end.

Putting my glass, down I walk over to my best mate and clasp him on the shoulder. Harry still hasn't taken his eyes off the books on the shelf, stuck in his own personal nightmare in his head.

"Don't let our pasts dictate our futures. We are not our parents, and this mistress isn't the fucking dark lord. Does history often repeat itself? Undoubtedly. Does that change the way we're going to live our lives? No.

Do not let the your worries outshine your chance at happiness. All we can do is live in the now, believe in the good, and love with everything we've got. Yeah?" I say, shaking his shoulder until he reluctantly looks up at me.

"Not bad advice for a Slytherin," He says with a smirk. Slapping my back he pockets the letter, while I roll my eyes at the audacity of this goody blasted Gryffindor.

Following him out to the fireplace to see him off, I don't notice how strangely quiet it is. One would think our 'women's folk' would still be squealing and hugging over the baby news..

I do not like this.

I don't like he just said that. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Entering the living room, I now see why it's now quiet. My witch seems to have disappeared. Along with Ginny Weasley mind you but still.

That familiar tightness of being trapped in my skin over takes me as I crack my neck from side to side in an attempt to disperse some of the tension. Doesn't do a thing, but it was worth a try. The only thing keeping me mildly sane is that I don't feel any discomfort from her end of our bond.

I'd still like to know where the hell she is though.

Perhaps sensing my inner struggle, and outward irritation, Harry says, "I bet they went out for breakfast. I wouldn't worry. How far can you guys sense one another?"

Doing my head in a bit of a so-so motion, I reply, "I think the longer we're mated the longer we can talk or sense one another. Of course I have nothing to base that hypothesis, I feel confident in that assumption. Even now, I couldn't pinpoint exactly where she is, but I have a vague understanding that she's still in the U.K. And that she's okay. Not sensing any fear or pain, thankfully."

Harry looks impressed, but seeing him toss his little velvet pouch of floo powder from hand to hand tells me he's anxious and really to head out.

"Right then. Head off Auror Potter, and do your job eh?! Quit lounging about with the most handsome husband, dashing Slytherin, and ruggedly alluring dragon and catch the bad guys! Chosen one for the win!" I say linking my hands together, raising them over my head in rocking motion.