Enchanted by stridermagic

Chapter 4

Harry watched as the Weasley's celebrated Christmas, celebrated the fact that Arthur was back and safe and healed from Nagini's attack. They were in Grimmauld Place for the holiday, with Sirius and Remus living with them. Harry did enjoy living with his godfather but he got the feeling that Sirius had cabin fever since he couldn't leave the home.

Harry strode back up to the room he had chosen, saying hi to Hedwig, before he felt that peculiar, sharp, tug. He froze, made sure his the trunk that he took with him was still in his pocket and went with it.

Rhaegar watched, frozen still, as one of the old, ruined, walls of Summerhall tumbled downward. The wall crumbled down, creating a domino effect with the wall that it bisected and fell too. He stiffened, his eyes widening, as the stone walls made creaking noises as they fell, the last walls to fall at Summerhall.

There was no where to go except to be squashed by the stone, be pushed back down into the ground. He jumped down into the big hole in the ground next to his feet, unsure what to expect but knowing it was the only way to not get crushed. He landed with a loud thump on dirt, slumping back against the stone that was behind him. He covered his head, closed his eyes and thought about the young man he had come to know, the black haired, green eyed wizard. Harry. His heart beat fast at the thought that he would never see him again, never again hear his laughter or see his bright smile.

Rhaegar froze as the large, heavy stone walls above him fell, with one falling right into the hole that he had jumped down. He closed his eyes tightly and just as he felt heard the stone slab fall right above him, it stopped. He heard movement next to him then opened his eyes, seeing the familiar robes that Harry wore and smiling.

Harry was staring at him, his green eyes fond but worried as he held his wand up, pointed at the stone. "How many times must I save your life, Rhaegar?"

Harry said it with fond exasperation in his voice and there was something further there, like Harry would continue doing it until he failed.

"I shall try not to put my life in danger more?" Rhaegar hesitantly offered, returning Harry's grin.

Harry sighed, rolled his eyes and moved his wand, the stone moving with it. Rhaegar was very much used to the feel of Harry's magic now, warm, safe and protective, that he wasn't at all worried that Harry would accidentally drop the stone.

"You'd better not. I don't think Ser Arthur or Ser Lewyn would appreciate you putting your life in danger on purpose."

"Where are we anyway?"

"This is, or was, Summerhall," Rhaegar spoke, watching as Harry looked around the stone chamber that he had fallen into. "It was where I was born."

Harry raised an eyebrow, standing up a little and turning to their left. "There's a tunnel this way. Did Summerhall have tunnels underneath it?"

Rhaegar turned in the direction that Harry was pointing to. "No. At least, I do not think so though I didn't see it before it burned."

"Burned?"

"My great-grandfather, King Aegon wanted to bring the dragons back," Rhaegar explained, reaching up to pull his hair back and tie it. "They were not successful. There were only a few survivors of the fire that followed, me and my mother amongst them."

"He wanted to bring the dragons back that badly?" Harry asked, helping Rhaegar up, lifting him up as soon as Rhaegar took his outstretched hand. "You're not hurt, are you?"