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"That's not the point, I'm afraid!" Albus interrupted what seemed to be leading to a fight between the two Marauders. "We still don't know how Adrian was entered in the Tournament; no matter how the boys perform, we all agree that Adrian was entered under specific orders." To be completely honest with himself, Dumbledore was more than intrigued as to how Harry had managed to face a dragon the way he had; his control over his magic was spectacular for a boy his age and, even if the spells he had used were common knowledge as the teen himself had claimed, they were difficult to master. Still, he wanted to think more on the subject on his own; maybe Harry shared some of his brother's potential? They were twins after all!
"You are right, of course." Lily agreed, trying to take his husband's mind away from Severus training Harry. With every day that passed, with every new detail she learned of her youngest son's life, she realized just how much of his childhood she had missed. But she still didn't know how to deal with it; how was she to treat a son she didn't even know? So she would focus on what she did know and hope that, with time, she would learn more of the man Harry was becoming. But Adrian was still in danger; Voldemort was still out there, biding his time, regrouping. She had a duty to her eldest son. She would uphold it.
"I have received news that Voldemort may have abandoned his previous hideout…" Albus began, while Remus and Sirius exchanged a saddened look.
'Some habits are hard to break.' Remus thought, as he too concentrated on the conversation. Adrian was in danger, that was true. But Harry shouldn't be marginalised like this. The teen was smart and kind and he didn't deserve the treatment he was receiving. He had seen how all this was affecting him; as mature as Harry was for his years, he was getting frustrated and angry, with every right to do so. And Remus knew the boy had some temper in him; was he provoked to his breaking point, there was no telling what he could do. And the werewolf wasn't certain the Potter family would come out intact out of that one. If Harry decided he wanted a clean break, he would leave and never look back.
Remus wouldn't have that; he had missed out too much as it was. And if Sirius' look was something to go by, his friend was of the same mind as him. He wanted to know Harry better; the bright boy that had revolutionised the racing broomstick industry. The young man that had visited his office last year with cups of warm chocolate and a smile during the days of the full moon. He would not miss out on his nephew's life any more.
While that conversation was taking place, Harry and Adrian were returning to the Common Room, carrying their golden eggs and chatting animatedly with their classmates. Neville was walking with a hand draped over his brother's shoulders, laughing at something Lee had said while Ron was going over every performance of the evening; it seemed that seeing his best friend go against a dragon had knocked some sense in the redhead who was now adamant somebody else had entered Adrian's name in the tournament. That took long enough, Harry mused, answering Ron's questions.
"And the dragon wasn't harmed or anything?" The teen asked, blue eyes eager as he waited for Harry to respond.
"Dragons nest inside active volcanoes, Ron." The green eyed wizard explained, smirking widely. "The dragon, I guess, was more surprised than harmed. Still, I don't envy your brother; it looked furious as it was dragged out of the arena!"
"That was fun to watch!" Neville exclaimed, chuckling openly.
"Well, Alma was always a bit cranky, according to Charlie." Ginny said, shaking her head exasperatedly at her older brother's description of the taller-than-an-average-house dragon.
"Alma?" Asked Harry incredulously, staring at Ginny as if she had grown a second head and a tail. "The dragon has a name?"
"Sure does!" Ginny answered, a smirk growing on her lips. "Every dragon in the shelter has a name. And the ones you fought? All females that had just given birth." She shook her head once again, frowning slightly. "It makes you wonder what the Ministry was thinking! Having someone face a grown dragon is deadly enough, one would think. But no, let's make the dragon an angry mother protecting her eggs; that would be better!"
"I can't believe they did that." Harry stated, rubbing his eyes tiredly with his free hand. On her part, Ginny could not believe it either; it had taken her all not to try and make the dragons stop; she wasn't even sure if she could have succeeded had the dragons simply been angered, of course. But mothers terrified for their young? That was a disaster waiting to happen. Charlie, on the few minutes she had managed to talk to him before he had to return to his team, was adamant it had been a miracle nobody was severely injured. From the little she had learned of dragons, Ginny tended to agree with her brother.
"Angry mothers of any kind are terrifying, mate!" Fred exclaimed as his twin nodded furiously.
"Crazy buggers." Harry muttered, still thinking of whoever had made such a decision, before his attention was reverted to a lone figure in the other side of the Great Hall, heading for the dungeons. "I'll catch up with you, okay?" He said, looking at Neville; the brown eyed boy was confused for a second until he too noticed the same thing his brother had.
"Of course." Neville said, looking towards the group of Gryffindors around them. "What say you we make a small detour towards the kitchens?" He asked, getting a loud roar of approval from his fellow classmates and effectively taking the attention away from Harry. The green eyed wizard smiled at his brother as he ran after the Slytherin boy that had almost disappeared from sight.
"Hey, Draco!" he called, the surprised gazes of Slytherin students following him as he approached the blonde. "Wait up!" Draco did just that, turning around, looking completely surprised at the Gryffindor.
"Yes, Harry?" Draco asked, grey eyes widening as the other boy smiled.
"I just wanted to say thank you." Harry said, smiling even wider at the face of Draco's befuddlement. "You helped. You helped a lot."
"I…" Draco stuttered before shaking his head and saying; "Never mention it."
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