The dragon King

7

The sun shone through the curtains as Harry opened his eyes and stretched his back. He took a minute to awaken and casted a tempus, which showed it was half past seven. He decided to take a quick shower before going down for breakfast and seeing what their shedule would be. So, he went over to the bathroom, turned on the shower and pulled off his clothes. 

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'Goodmorning Hermione.' Harry said as he walked down the stairs, and spotted Hermione reading on the couch. 'Goodmorning Harry, did you sleep well?' Hermione replied as she put down her book. 'Yes, thank you.' Harry said and sat down next to her. 'So.. did you finish your nest?' Hermione asked with curious eyes. 'I think so.. The moment I stepped into my room and saw that enormous bed, I had to search as many blankets as I could find, I didn't know what came over me. But, it is comfortable now, it smells like me and feels like.. my own special home.' He relaxed into the couch. 'That sound really nice, Harry, exactly as it should be. Would you like some breakfast as well?' 

'Yes please.' Hermione called for a house elf and inmediately one popped into the room. 'How can Winky help you today, masters?' The elf bowed before them and kept its head low. 'We would like some breakfast, Winky. Could you make us some toast with eggs and jam, please? And please, call us by our names.' Harry said. Winky looked up at them in wonder and exclaimed 'Oh thank you! Winky were not allowed to speak like that to master. Winky make a great breakfast for nice dragon and nice lady!' And with a snap of its fingers, Winky disappeared. 

'Well... eh. Now we know for sure that your inheritance is dragon genes. I mean, house-elves can, you know, sense that kind of stuff...' Hermione said awkwardly. Good to know, Harry thought. 'Goodmorning,' A voice said behind them, Hermione spun around and said, 'About time you woke up, Ronald. We have things to discuss.' Lazily Ron walked over to one of the chairs and sat down. Winky appeared back into the room and put down a tray with toast, eggs, jam and pumpkin juice.' Just as mister dragon and miss Granger asked for. If you needst some more, just call winky and winky come.' With a huge smile on the house elf it stepped backwards and disappeared again. 

'So.. to discuss? What did you want to discuss?' Ron asked as the three of them filled their plates with toast and eggs. 'Well, as close participants of our friendgroup, I had suggested Harry would mark us so he won't see us as a threat in times of need. It means we take over part of his smell and he registers our blood, so he will recognise us in any form. Wether we have take polyjuice, or he is in his dragon form.' Ron had taken this information in with his mouth open, little pieces of toast falling out while Hermione explained. 

'D-does that mean.. he, you know.. Has to, uhm, bite.. me? We'll walk around with that mark for the rest of our lifes you know, right? only if he casts us out and banishes us it will fade, but in return we'll get this awfull smell that any kind of inherritance will smell and no one will accept us anymore and we'll have to stick by your side forever as servants and.. and..' At this moment Ron was breathing heavily from the rambeling, and Hermione tried to calm him down. 'That won't happen, Ron. Those are only stories "purebloods" tell to scare off little children, so they won't get into a relationship with an inherritance too fast. And on the other hand, Harry won't cast us out, we're friends trough thick and thin.' 

Harry stood up and walked over to Ron while saying, 'I won't cast you out. You have been my friends for the past five years, and I plan to keep it that way for a very long time. You have become family.' Ron instantly calmed down as a calming scent filled the room, most likely coming from Harry, and Ron stood up and turned away his head, so Harry had all the space to place the mark. Within seconds, Harry had placed the mark, sat Ron down and had sat down himself as well. 'Is it normal that the pain is gone whithin seconds?' 

'Yup.' Hermione responded. 'Although, I do find it curious why Dumbledore hasn't contacted us yet.' As spoken of the devil, a fire message appeared int the middle of the three. Harry grabbed it out of the air and read out loud: 

Dear students, 

hereby I send you your curriculum for the next two weeks, starting today. As we do not know the full details of the inherritance of the former mister Potter yet, we have contacted Gringots for the last name of this new blood. After, we had searched contact with the Bordeaux family, and they have sent a fifth cousin of mister Bordeaux himself to educate mister Bordeaux on the subjects etiquette, transforming, flying and history of the family. These lessons shall be followed by
the three of you, and shall be acompanied by the grandson of mister scamander, Rolf scamander, professor in Herbiology and Care of Magical Creatures, and the second eldest son of Arthus and Molly Weasley, Charles Weasley, professional Dragonologist at the top of his class. 

Today's program consists of research of the proffesionals on approach, reaction and abilities. This means you will be headed to the room of requirement at 10:30, with fire- and waterproof clothing. The professionals then shall trigger many sorts of reactions, by different treatments, such as plants, humans and animals. The rest shall be clarified once arrived at the room of requirement. The program of tomorrow depends on the reactions of today's research. 

yours sincerely, 

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. 

'Well then, shall we head out?'