There Be Dragons, Harry
Scioneeris
Chapter 96: A Minor Miscalculation
Summary:
Someone is scheming. Trouble is approaching and Harry, naturally, is in the center of it all.
Notes:
This chapter was betaed by the wonderful brissygirl to provide a smoother reading experience. All remaining mistakes are my own. See first chapter for disclaimers/additional warnings/summaries. -Read A/N at end and THERE'S A NEW MERROW POLL IN THE FORUMS! Stop by and vote!-(Forums are over at Fanfiction.com--https://www.fanfiction.net/forum/There_Be_Dragons_Harry_Forum/108964/
RECAP: Harry spends his day with the Kalziks-specifically, Quinn and Kyle, playing an interesting partnered game, Creeper. Theo has an important talk with Severus about Hermione's whereabouts. Viktor Krum runs into Theo and is directed to Serverus. Charlie spends some time with Ebony until Theo searches him out. Theo and Charlie have a moment, but are interrupted by Lewis Peverell, who wishes to share progress on his clan's movements to have Harry's seal removed.
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Chapter Text
CHARLIE AND THEO: Deveraine Guesthouse : NEVARAH : THE HUNT, Day 2
Charlie woke to the feel of Theo's slender fingers stroking up and down his right arm in a rhythmic motion. It took a moment to orient himself before he realized that their positions had somehow, managed to reverse themselves without his knowing.
He was snuggled—for lack of a better term—close to Theo's side, while Theo himself, sat up in the large bed, propped by pillows, bare-chested, dragel tattoos swirling agitatedly on his pale skin.
His body may have been calm and at rest, but his mind was scheming realms away, it seemed. Theo's eyes were a rich, shimmering golden hue and he stared fixedly ahead at the blank wall opposite of them. The black had all but faded, the true gold showing through. The stroking paused, then slowed before Theo turned to look at him.
"Sleep well? I couldn't tell if it was a nightmare, but you kept mumbling all sorts of things."
"English or Romanian?" Charlie wanted to know. He stifled a yawn against Theo's midsection, and relaxed into the soothing touches. He wasn't about to move as yet, if he could help it. This particular slice of reality was absolute heaven and Charlie was fairly certain he would live for a thousand years based on the happy feelings twining effortlessly through his magic and their shared bonds at this very minute.
"I wondered what that was," Theo hummed. "Romanian."
"Good dreams, then," Charlie said. There were some good and some bad mixed up in there, but he would stick with his story for now. He didn't remember what he had dreamed, so it was most likely something good from his days back on the Romanian dragon reserve.
Theo hummed in answer, but the petting stopped.
Charlie shifted a tad closer. He said nothing.
The gentle stroking began again.
He relaxed into the touch, sifting through his memories for a way to bring Theo out of his current funk. He didn't like it when Theo withdrew into himself—not when all three of them were something now.
