Chapter 6

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Harry dreams of a man with thin, tattooed wrists and soft, fringed caramel hair that night. He's petting through Harry's curls, murmuring something in his ear as they fly on the back of a pitch black dragon. He's behind him, one arm wrapped tightly around him and the other in his hair, chin resting on his shoulder.

He can't tell what the man is saying, but he's holding him close, occasionally resting a hand on his cheek after smoothing down a curl. He's got the bluest eyes Harry's ever seen when he turns around to look at him, and the softest smile.

He wakes up the next morning swearing he can still feel the dragon's black scales beneath his hands.

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