Keeping The Dark Lord (on his toes)

Chapter - 33. My Mate is...... What??! ( 31 July 1995 )

~Godric~

He frantically paced around, stopping every few moments to look at Dimitri, whom he’d placed on the stone tablet next to the altar. A large part of him was hoping that he’d changed back while he wasn’t looking, but nothing changed.

Maybe he could somehow wait for the whelpling to grow up and then return? He didn’t know whether Dimitri still held his human thoughts after the transformation, and it would be the best choice if his mind had regressed as well, but why did he immediately transform into a dragon? Usually, the changes happened gradually after the ritual and it would take up to two years to fully transform, depending on the person’s affinity for the Golden Dragon bloodline.

Not once had there been a case where they not only immediately transformed, but also regressed the way Dimitri had.

Godric looked at the black blood that had eaten half of the altar away before it dried. Maybe the poison had eaten away at more than just his heir’s lifeline? The thought sent a spike of worry up his spine and he gently moved to pick the whelpling up once more, only to notice something else.

Now that he looked a bit more carefully, Dimitri’s form seemed purer than his own. The golden serpentine body (A/N: Picture a Chinese Dragon.) had whitish scales in between the gold ones and it was only upon a closer inspection that he realized that they were diamond scales.

For a moment, Godric forgot how to breathe as the implications hit him. Dimitri may be his heir, but somewhere along the line, his bloodline had mingled with the royal bloodlines.

But that simply couldn’t be possible! Godric had been the last of the Golden Dragon bloodline…that is why he agreed to be a part of the founding of Hogwarts in the first place. The only Golden Dragon bloodline left on Earth should be the descendants of his own line.

And yet, if Dimitri really had the royal bloodline, it would explain why he’d regressed to such a small form. The royal bloodline’s magic tended to be a lot stronger than the average Golden Dragon and so their lifespans also tended to be much longer, but a drawback of it was that they had to spend more years in each individual phase. If the average Golden Dragon only spent 1000 years from birth to maturity, then the royal bloodline required up to three or four times longer, depending on the strength of their magic.

Godric yelped as a sudden pain traveled up his arm and he glared half-heartedly at the small dragon that was now happily chewing on his thumb. “You must be hungry after all that, but I can’t take you back just yet. Salazar would skin me alive and your mate…well…he would…”

“I would what?”

Godric would deny that he’d jumped ‘til his very last breath and he slowly turned towards the voice, hoping beyond hope that he’d just been imagining the voice. Of course, that wasn’t how his luck worked and he immediately noticed the two people he’d dreaded seeing the most, “I-eh-well, that is to say, you…”

His words cut off in a strangled gulp as the small body in his hands gave a wiggle and a hissed sound echoed around them before the little dragon launched itself at Voldemort, who carefully caught the creature before holding him at arm's length.

~Voldemort~

Voldemort cursed as the Gryffindor founder disappeared with his mate and he felt an irritating itch in the back of his mind. Dimitri was injured and, now that the threat has been taken care of, he felt the need to be by his mate’s side.

He glanced towards Salazar and was surprised that he seemed as irritated as he was. Wasn’t Salazar close friends with Godric? Or was it because they were such close friends… If Dimitri had Godric’s bloodline, and Godric’s so-called ‘luck’ was as random as Dimitri’s was, then having the two of them together, alone, was the last thing they wanted.