The Brightest Sun

Chapter 26

Months later and Harry still could not believe this wasn’t a dream.

Each night when he went to sleep, a part of him feared he had dreamed the entire thing up; that he was still hopelessly in love and unable to explain in fear of ruining things.

As his hands tightened slightly around her waist, feeling Elia bury her face in the crook of his neck, he silently thanked his interfering family members once more.

Not that he would ever tell them in person. No need to inflate their egos.

“You’re staring,” she murmured, voice thick with sleep and something else that shot straight through him.

“Can you blame me?” he retorted, carding a hand through her hair as he felt her smile against his neck. A feathery light kiss was placed on his jaw, and Harry felt desire rush through him.

“How much longer do you think we have?” he asked, shifting so that he hovered over her, his arms holding him up.

She tilted her head up, and Harry lost himself in the feel of warm, feeling her smile against his mouth.

“Three seconds,” she murmured.

“Wha…” Elia kissed him once more, swallowing his words before he heard the sudden roar followed by the hissing voice of Teddy shouting at the dragons.

“We can’t ignore them, can we?” he groaned, head falling against her shoulder as she laughed.

“Not unless you want the house burned down,” she told him.

Groaning once more, he fell onto his side, idly watching as she made her way to the connecting door that led to her bathroom.

“I suppose it’s time to get up,” he muttered to himself, heaving a sigh as he walked on bare feet to the door of his bedroom.

The sounds of the children was much louder in the sitting room attached to his rooms, and Harry closed his eyes in slight disbelief at the sight that greeted him beyond the doors.

Auriga had managed to scale the walls, her talons clinging to a brass light fixture that he had reinforced with magic as she hissed at Iacomus.

The larger Ironbelly was hovering in the air, small sprouts of flame leaving his mouth as the two dragons argued.

“…which of you gave them the meat?” he asked, eyes glued to the three staring innocently at him.

“Not me,” they all protested in unison.

“She ate my kill,” Iacomus hissed, screeching at Auriga once more.

“Jealous lout,” Auriga hissed, and Harry stared in disbelief at Teddy.

“I didn’t teach them that,” the boy defended. “That was the portrait’s fault.”

“Which portrait?”

“Julius,” Teddy answered quickly, and Harry groaned once more at the thought of having such rowdy beings in his house.

“Outside, both of you,” he hissed, a stern look on his face as he herded both children and dragon away from their rooms.

The dragons had grown too large to walk around the manor easily, thankfully, but the children had always found creative ways to let them inside the halls. Waving a hand, Harry stared pointedly at the two before he pointed to the enlarged window he had opened, waiting until they grumbled and finally flew outside to the small area he knew the elves placed their food.

They had charmed a portion of the grounds to stay warm, the dragons given free reign to a certain extent as they managed to blend in with the winter weather.