Harry Potter and the Altered Destinies

Chapter 69: The Order of the Phoenix

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His father and uncles had left again. Harry noticed it from the way his father had seemingly sucked a lemon when he informed Harry that they were heading out and that he would see him later until the spell that's been on his father made him shut up.

Trying to ignore the unease his magic felt at the knowledge his father was spelled into a certain silence, Harry restlessly stared at the ceiling of his bed as his hand was softly rubbing Lunar's head as it rested on his chest. She was nearly as big as a square pillow, and was certainly heavier than one, but have gotten used to it through the years he barely noticed her large size on his chest as Arya the Niffler tucked herself to the side of his neck and curled inward like a cat and was soothingly breathing deeply from her sleep.

"You need sleep, Hatchling," Regina commented from her perch in the room next to Hedwig and Lily. Lily stared at the door to his room with narrowed eyes while Hedwig seemed to be contemplating leaving his room via the window to get some food. Both beings were nocturnal so he wasn't surprised they were still awake at two in the morning.

"I'll get some sleep when I know my father is back safely," Harry told Regina out loud as he listened intently to the father clock that was slowly ticking from the hallway that always rung loud around the upper floor. Something both his father and him enjoyed because it reminded them that life is too short, and you shouldn't waste a second of it if you can.

The four dragon figurines from the Triwizard tournament were curled around his two cornish pixies, Uranus and Neptune, in their homemade bed he made after the second year during the summer from spare wood parts around the house and some paint. It was a small box but sturdy and filled with feathers and pillows to keep them warm, even during the cold English winter.

Bodhit, his swooping evil, was still in his cocoon hanging on the lamp right next to his computer at his desk that was recently a gift from Leo after discovering that Grindelwald hardly stays in one country, but rather reaching out to other countries wizards and witches to get them on his side.

Harry had taken to looking through the news most morning and before bed all around the European countries in an attempt to see if he could find any suspicious deaths. The problem with the muggle world is that there was always some type of suspicious death around, so narrowing it down to wizard means was harder. Especially since not all deaths from wizards meant Grindelwald was there.

Shaking his head to clear the dark thoughts, Harry contemplated taking a Melatonin from the bathroom cabinet when he heard a suspicious crash come from downstairs.

Grabbing both his wands and settling them in his holsters onto his arm, Harry grabbed Regina and let her slide around his neck as Lunar woke with a snarl already forming on her face.

"Intruder," Lunar growled with displeasure. Dragons were, after all, very territorial.

"Regina, go downstairs and give them a bit of a scare. If they're muggles just hiss at them, if you notice their wizards, petrify them after getting their attention," Harry mentally told Regina and let his arm near the floor for her to easily get onto the ground and carefully opened the door enough for Regina to slip through.

Lunar took over Regina's perch on him in case magic was aimed toward him. After all, Dragon Skin and Basilisk Skin is one of the few skins in the world that repel most magics, and it takes multiple stunning spells to actually take down a Dragon before killing them from their mouth.