Dragons speak Parseltongue too, you know

Harry befriends the dragon in the first task, and this makes all the difference. Watch as Harry rebels against the ministry, forms a bond with a dragon the likes of which hasn't been seen in centuries, and goes up against Voldemort! And he might just fall in love along the way... some Dumbles bashing, temporarily bad Ron, and Harry/Hermione/Luna for the pairing!



3. Dragons and Keepers

Harry was so lost in his thoughts that he almost missed the dragons. A loud roar and a "Watch out, kid!" screamed at him was barely enough warning for him to jump out of the way of a massive pillar of flames. He looked up and saw that his would-be attacker was the Chinese Fireball.

Understanding dawned upon him. Of course she would be upset, probably inconsolable even, all of her eggs had been destroyed! He looked away from the distraught dragon with a sigh, the entire Ministry was made of idiots.

"Hey, kid! What are you-" The dragon keeper who had yelled at him stopped when he got a look at his face. "Merlin's balls, you're Harry Potter!" Harry sighed and turned towards the man, a tall, rugged fellow with short brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. He prepared himself to deal with the ridiculous hero-worship that seemed to follow him wherever he went. "You were the one who spoke with our Hungarian Horntail, right?"

Harry looked at the man in shock. For once, someone didn't recognize him as the Boy Who Lived. To this man, he was the guy who could speak to dragons. "Uh, yeah?" He managed to stutter out in his shock.

The man just grinned at him. "You're a bit of a legend amongst the dragon keepers. Charlie wouldn't stop talking about you for months after you sent us the Norwegian Ridgeback, especially since you were, what, a Firstie at the time? And then, I swear, he just about died when he saw you up against the Hungarian Horntail."

"Charlie, as in Charlie Weasley?" Harry had to check. He had thought for sure that Ron would have poisoned the rest of his family against him. Apparently not.

"Yep. Oh! Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Fnord. Fnord Haugen." Fnord rolled his eyes. "I know it's a weird name, but Mum wanted to name me Asbjørn. Thank Merlin Dad reigned her in, I mean, can you imagine, a dragon keeper named Asbjørn? The guys would just call me Ass-burn."

Harry snorted. Fnord was very talkative, but kind of funny.

"Oh, hey, there's Charlie now." Fnord spotted a tall redhead that Harry vaguely remembered from that night, 3 years ago. "Oi, Charlie! CHARLIE! Your dragon whisperer is here!"

The dragon keepers within hearing range laughed as they turned to look at them. Grinning, Charlie ran over. "Harry! Long time no see, how've you been?"

"I've been pretty well." Harry said slightly awkwardly.

Apparently, Charlie noticed his discomfort. "What's the matter?"

Harry shifted slightly. "Are you sure you should be talking to me? I mean, Ron won't be happy with you…" Here he trailed off.

Charlie rolled his eyes. "Ron has serious jealousy issues. When he was little, every time one of us got something new, he refused to talk to us for weeks. He's always wanted to be the center of attention, so he went completely mental when your name came out of the Goblet. He sent me a letter ranting about how he should be getting everything because he's always been on the side of the light and you were a parseltongue who didn't even know about magic and how it wasn't fair." He rolled his eyes again. "Ron is my brother and I love him, but he is seriously bigoted against anything that doesn't strictly fit into his definition of light. If he knew half the things that Bill and I did, he would try to get Dad to disown us. He just doesn't understand that dark isn't synonymous with evil. The point is, don't worry about him."

Harry smiled. "Thanks."

Charlie grinned right back at him and seemed to be about to say something when the Chinese Fireball started up again.

"Sorry Harry, gotta run!" Fnord called as he and Charlie ran off to deal with the mourning dragon.

Harry continued walking. Soon enough, he found Ignis' enclosure. She was laying on a pile of small, white-hot stones, obviously heated by her fire. Against her side, partially buried in the hot stones, were 5 eggs. "Hello, Parva Corvum,"

Harry jumped. "Hello Ignis. How have you and the eggs been?"

"We've been fine, but I am concerned for Gang Bai."

"Gang Bai… Is that the Chinese Fireball who lost her eggs?"

"Yes. She is so depressed that Aerona, Annika, and I have been considering giving her one of each of our eggs if she does not get better." At Harry's look of confusion, Ignis elaborated. "Nesting mothers are extremely protective of their eggs. While we have our young, they are the only reason we have to live. If one dies, she mourns for weeks. If all of her eggs are destroyed, she often gives up the will to live. If we gave her one of each of our eggs, it might be enough to lift her out of her depression and give her a reason to continue living."

"But wouldn't you get depressed then, instead?"

"No. Our eggs would still be alive and well, so we'd be fine."

Harry shrugged internally. Who was he to question the habits of dragons? "If you don't mind, I'd like to ask why your name is-"

"So different from the others?" Ignis interrupted. Harry nodded. "Many years ago, when a dragon found a human who was worthy, they would often make them a Dragon Friend. Once the Dragon Friend ritual was completed, those humans would take on some of the better traits of a dragon, such as resistance to heat and fire, increased strength, and, very rarely, the ability to fly. Sometimes, a Dragon Friend would be gifted with an egg to raise, and it was customary for them to name the hatchling. My Dragon Friend was a spell crafter, so he was fluent in Latin. He named me after my unusual Emerald Fire."

Harry's eyes widened "You were raised by a human?"

"Yes. Ignotus Peverell." She said wistfully. "You smell of him, very faintly."

Harry took a moment to ingest that new information. "I suppose it might be possible that I am related to him. When was he alive?"

"Hmm," Ignis said thoughtfully. "Well, he was born in 1214 and faked his death in 1291, but he was alive until his mid-270s, so it must have been about 1485."

Harry did a double take. "… that makes you, well, that must make you at least 600 or 700 years old."

"Yes. I'm 793."

"...How long do dragons live?"

"A few thousand years, at least."

"Right." Harry heard a bell sounding in the distance. "Sorry, Ignis, but I've got to go! That's the bell for dinner." Had he really been outside for that long?

"Good night and farewell, Parva Corvum."

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