Dragonkin

Nine

Harry found Max and Grandfather Isay rather quickly. They were seated in an out of the way sitting room where neither the aging dominant nor the baby would be overwhelmed with people. Jaime squealed an excited greeting to the young man as his transformation melted away.

"Hello, young Harry," came the pleased, creaky voice of Isay. "What can we do for you?"

"I'm here on Hermoine's behalf, and mine too, I guess. Max was telling Hermione about how important having a family listed was. She wanted to ask if we could list you."

The old man froze and a humbled look flashed across his face before he turned a severe look on Max.

"Max Brisby Kaaka."

"I think it's a good idea," he defended.

"Please sit, young Harry, I will explain what Max has not."

"What did I miss?" Harry looked between the two in confusion.

"If your sister listed me as her family on the rolls," the old Draken creaked out, "I would be given first rights to raise any chicks if something were to happen to her and her mates, even over you. You would not have much say over her in the Draken world."

Harry shrugged. That made a certain amount of sense. Harry couldn't protect anyone in the Draken world yet. And frankly, by the time he could, he may have a mate and chicks of his own and Isay may have left this world.

"It also means," Isay continued in his very reasonable grandfatherly voice, "that she and her chicks would be listed as my heirs and would be considered part of my line. It is much like the adoption you and she already performed. It comes with expectations. She, and you if you plan on both listing, would be responsible for me in my dotage, for my burial among my ancestors, for executing my will and more. You will be responsible for carrying on my family line and all the responsibilities that come with that. I would be her head of family as the elder Draken and not you."

"And what would you be responsible for?" asked Harry.

"What?" Isay blinked at him and Max grinned. The boy was sharper than he pretended. He saw that Isay had tried to paint it in the worst light.

"You said it's like the adoption. 'Moine and I both made promises for that. What would you be responsible for?"

"For your sister," he sighed. "I would have the first chance to babysit during her heats. And like I said I would even come before you should the worst happen. I would be responsible for the education on our ways of her and her chicks. Including fees for that school of yours. Those sorts of things. For you, I would be responsible for your education, through mastery if you choose. I would also be responsible for making sure you had appropriate courting gifts if you have the good fortune to find a submissive as good as your sister or if you choose to marry a human girl, a proper bride price."

"I see," Harry nodded, a gleam in his eyes that would have had Hermione worried. The more he heard, the more he saw that if they could get the old man to agree, he and Hermoine would be getting the better end of the deal. Years of dealing with Dumbledore, when added to the stabilizing influence of Moony and Hermoine had taught Harry a trick or two. "So why are you denying my sister your support and protection?"

Old Isay reared back in shock. "I would deny a submissive nothing, but I must consider her best interest. I am old, boy. I can hardly run after clutches at my age, who would watch after them while she is in heat?"

"Is that truly your only concern?" Harry said with a cocked eyebrow.

"My main concern," Isay corrected.