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Harry packed the few things he owned, said good bye and climbed into the limo. They went straight to London’s airport, climbed into a private jet and took off. Harry noticed that unlike broom-flying, a plane was much more comfortable… not as exhilarating, but comfortable none the less. Inside, the floor was covered by light beige, soft carpet; it had half a dozen armchairs of light leather with wooden tables.
The boy sat, choosing the closest armchair with a window; Marco took a sit in the couch in front of him, holding a cup full of golden liquid “We will be doing a quick stop in Germany, before heading north to Faroe Island; We need to pick up a couple of people.” He raised a hand and a slender brunette in maid uniform walked up to them.
“May I offer you something to drink?” she asked with a sweet smile looking at the boy with gentle eyes “Perhaps something to eat?” Harry was lost into the eyes of this woman; she was as sweet as Vernon had been an ass.
“Feel free to ask for anything” Marco interrupted “We’ll be landing in half an hour; after that it’ll take us about four hours to get to his highness’ property.” With that he downed the contents of the cup in one gulp and walked to the cockpit.
Harry looked back to the woman “Could I have something for breakfast?” the woman smiled
“Here is the menu, sir.”
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Faithful to his words, the plane landed in Berlin’s Airport, finally stopping in a private hangar.
Harry barely noticed their landing, nor the stop, but he did notice when the door opened to admit a striking woman covered un a fur coat, behind her came a cute little girl with golden curls and a pair of silvery blue eyes; She brightened up at the sight of Marco and ran inside shouting a loud “Daddy!” and jumping into his arms.
“Hello beautiful! How was school?” he asked after kissing her forehead “Did you enjoy your new class mates?” the girl nodded with decision. Deep inside Harry felt a pang of jealousy… it would be nice to have had a normal family.
“Harry, I want you to meet Irene, my daughter.”
“Hello Irene” he waved and she blushed cutely… she appeared to be about 4.
“Hello!” she returned his wave “Are you the kid my uncle has been talking about?” Harry was amazed by her proper use of English... ‘Hell she speaks better that Dudley and he’s almost twice her age’
“Yes, he is darling. And he will be staying at the castle with us.”
“Hooray!” she bounced in her father’s arms
“Hold it, castle?” Harry asked, not truly believing what he was hearing
“Yes, didn’t I tell you?” the boy shook his head “Damn me and my memory. Yes, as his Highness is of royal blood, he lives in a castle. Drakengard Castle to be exact... here have this.” He handed him a piece of paper “It’s the address, so you can look past the ‘fidelius’ charm” Harry blinked
“He has the whole castle under fidelius?” Marco and the girl nodded.
The door finally closed after admitting one last person, a girl that should have been about 20, with black hair and a pair of beautiful golden eyes.
“Ah! Milady Silver, so nice of you to join us.” Everyone did a reverence to the woman when Marco noticed her.
“Nice to see you are well Giovanni. Sorry I’m late”
“Not at all milady, you are just in time, we got here a little early.” The woman smiled at the courtesy, and offered the rest of the crew a nod before choosing to sit behind Harry.
As she passed, he noticed her attire: she wore a silver top that did little to cover her huge bosom and let a few visible patches of light bronze skin, a flat abdomen and what seemed to be the upper part of a tattoo whose true figure was covered by a long black tight pants, on her feet she wore one inch high heels covered in diamonds. To Harry she smelled of adventure and power… and probably royalty too.
“Ummm, hello?” he asked hesitantly but the woman paid him no mind while asking for a Cobbler Champagne
“What do you want boy?” she hissed back, her words filled with venom.
“Forgive my bad manners milady; this is Harry Potter, Lord Drakengard’s new protégé.” She frowned
“I don’t share Drake’s interests in stray children” was her only answer before turning around to watch through the window at the snowy skies of Berlin.
The four hour flight was pretty fun with Irene on board, she made quick jokes and loved running and playing all over the place, only respecting Lady Silver’s space. With her, Harry found out what it would have been to have a little sister. What fun it was, from her he found out that the Count wasn’t able to have children, so he had practically adopted them all; them being her parents, her and another three children, two boys and one girl; the oldest boy was Rob, he was 10 and treated everybody right; then was Michele, the second boy was 9 and he looked as if he had been ‘smelling poop’ all the time, according to the little girl; finally there was Elizabeth, she was 6 as well and had come from somewhere in South America. According to Irene, Elizabeth hated her name so she was asked to be called Liz, both girls were best friends.
When the pilot announced their descent, Harry glanced outside through the window to find them flying over a not so small patch of land that he could hardly believe was an island.
“Welcome to Faroe Islands” spoke the Capitan through the speaker “Today’s weather will be cold” the rest of the passenger laughed at the joke “His highness has sent word that he will be waiting for everyone in the Hangar” Harry noticed how everyone perked up after the announce, even Lady Silver seemed to brighten.
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“Sir! The plane is descending now”
“Did they get my message?”
“Yes sir!”
“Ensemble an escort, we’re expecting several important visits”
“Yes sir!” the man saluted with a stiff reverence and left.
“This day is starting to look up.”
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The door swung open and a man in military attire walked in carrying coats of fur for everyone in the plane, behind him was another man with a massive amount of medals over his arms and chest. His hair was almost completely white and had an eye-patch over his left eye; he eyed everyone warily.
“General” Lady silver took a step forward
“Ah! Milady, we were waiting for you. How was your trip?”
“Not bad” she shrugged and accepted the coat the older man offered “My brother?”
“Right this way madam” The girl smiled sadly and followed the General. The last Harry saw of her was when she entered a small office.
As foretold, the inside space of the Hangar was cold… as in freaking cold, actually. Covering his small body with the coat he was given he followed the rest outside; they were taken to the office to which Lady Silverfang had gone before.
Unlike the rest of the building which looked to be part of a military compound, the inside of the office was quite cozy, with a soft carpet not unlike the one on the plane, covering the cold metal floor; there was a circular desk with seven chairs, and a chimney by the end of the room. Inside was the General standing by the door while Lady Silver sobbed against the chest of an affable looking man who held her close. This new person had light brownish hair neatly cut, Fu Manchu moustache; his eyes were pools of gold and his clothes very expensive-looking, combining red, white and gold.
He spoke to Lady Silver in a language Harry hadn’t heard before.
It was the sound of Irene’s surprised shouting at the sight of the couple what brought the man’s eyes to the rest of them. He placed a tender peck on the woman’s lips before turning to the others.
“Welcome back, everybody” his voice was crystal clear, and so strong that The-Boy-Who-Lived had the impression that he might as well be talking with the sonorous incantation.
In an instant Irene was hugging one of his legs as Marco gave him a friendly hug, The man who Harry thought would be the Count, took Irene off his leg and made her sit on his shoulders, earning a squeal from the little girl.
“Ah! Come here boy!” was all the warning he ever had before the older man gave him a vice-grip hug. “It makes me happy to see you’ve accepted my proposal” For some strange reason, Harry felt safe in this man’s embrace… it was as if a part of his parents had rubbed off on him… or vice versa. The way this man held him was the way he had always imagined his father would “now let me look at you” he was set free from the hug and placed back on earth, as the count kneeled to take a better look “Good gods! You are indeed the vivid image of your parents”
“I get that a lot” stated Harry looking a little embarrassed at the older man’s antics.
“As did your father, or so he said.”The man smiled a true smile, full of friendship and actual caring… one he had only seen before on his few friends from his previous life. “Alas! Where are my manners” he offered Harry his hand to shake “I’m Drake, Count of Drakengard and your new tutor from this day on”
“Pleased to meet you sir” Harry shook the man’s hand.
“The pleasure is mine, son. Now, how about a cup of hot cocoa on our ride home?”
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AN: from here on, we'll be seeing more of Drake (who is my favourite character hehe =P) and Harry's new family.
AN: There's no beta, I'm the alfa. If anyone is interested in beta-ing, tell so to the alfa, ok? ;)
Do keep on reading and reviewing. Glad to see you again.
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:5:
Harry packed the few things he owned, said good bye and climbed into the limo. They went straight to London’s airport, climbed into a private jet and took off. Harry noticed that unlike broom-flying, a plane was much more comfortable… not as exhilarating, but comfortable none the less. Inside, the floor was covered by light beige, soft carpet; it had half a dozen armchairs of light leather with wooden tables.
The boy sat, choosing the closest armchair with a window; Marco took a sit in the couch in front of him, holding a cup full of golden liquid “We will be doing a quick stop in Germany, before heading north to Faroe Island; We need to pick up a couple of people.” He raised a hand and a slender brunette in maid uniform walked up to them.
“May I offer you something to drink?” she asked with a sweet smile looking at the boy with gentle eyes “Perhaps something to eat?” Harry was lost into the eyes of this woman; she was as sweet as Vernon had been an ass.
“Feel free to ask for anything” Marco interrupted “We’ll be landing in half an hour; after that it’ll take us about four hours to get to his highness’ property.” With that he downed the contents of the cup in one gulp and walked to the cockpit.
Harry looked back to the woman “Could I have something for breakfast?” the woman smiled
“Here is the menu, sir.”
---
Faithful to his words, the plane landed in Berlin’s Airport, finally stopping in a private hangar.
Harry barely noticed their landing, nor the stop, but he did notice when the door opened to admit a striking woman covered un a fur coat, behind her came a cute little girl with golden curls and a pair of silvery blue eyes; She brightened up at the sight of Marco and ran inside shouting a loud “Daddy!” and jumping into his arms.
“Hello beautiful! How was school?” he asked after kissing her forehead “Did you enjoy your new class mates?” the girl nodded with decision. Deep inside Harry felt a pang of jealousy… it would be nice to have had a normal family.
“Harry, I want you to meet Irene, my daughter.”
“Hello Irene” he waved and she blushed cutely… she appeared to be about 4.
“Hello!” she returned his wave “Are you the kid my uncle has been talking about?” Harry was amazed by her proper use of English... ‘Hell she speaks better that Dudley and he’s almost twice her age’
“Yes, he is darling. And he will be staying at the castle with us.”
“Hooray!” she bounced in her father’s arms
“Hold it, castle?” Harry asked, not truly believing what he was hearing
“Yes, didn’t I tell you?” the boy shook his head “Damn me and my memory. Yes, as his Highness is of royal blood, he lives in a castle. Drakengard Castle to be exact... here have this.” He handed him a piece of paper “It’s the address, so you can look past the ‘fidelius’ charm” Harry blinked
“He has the whole castle under fidelius?” Marco and the girl nodded.
The door finally closed after admitting one last person, a girl that should have been about 20, with black hair and a pair of beautiful golden eyes.
“Ah! Milady Silver, so nice of you to join us.” Everyone did a reverence to the woman when Marco noticed her.
“Nice to see you are well Giovanni. Sorry I’m late”
“Not at all milady, you are just in time, we got here a little early.” The woman smiled at the courtesy, and offered the rest of the crew a nod before choosing to sit behind Harry.
As she passed, he noticed her attire: she wore a silver top that did little to cover her huge bosom and let a few visible patches of light bronze skin, a flat abdomen and what seemed to be the upper part of a tattoo whose true figure was covered by a long black tight pants, on her feet she wore one inch high heels covered in diamonds. To Harry she smelled of adventure and power… and probably royalty too.
“Ummm, hello?” he asked hesitantly but the woman paid him no mind while asking for a Cobbler Champagne
“What do you want boy?” she hissed back, her words filled with venom.
“Forgive my bad manners milady; this is Harry Potter, Lord Drakengard’s new protégé.” She frowned
“I don’t share Drake’s interests in stray children” was her only answer before turning around to watch through the window at the snowy skies of Berlin.
The four hour flight was pretty fun with Irene on board, she made quick jokes and loved running and playing all over the place, only respecting Lady Silver’s space. With her, Harry found out what it would have been to have a little sister. What fun it was, from her he found out that the Count wasn’t able to have children, so he had practically adopted them all; them being her parents, her and another three children, two boys and one girl; the oldest boy was Rob, he was 10 and treated everybody right; then was Michele, the second boy was 9 and he looked as if he had been ‘smelling poop’ all the time, according to the little girl; finally there was Elizabeth, she was 6 as well and had come from somewhere in South America. According to Irene, Elizabeth hated her name so she was asked to be called Liz, both girls were best friends.
When the pilot announced their descent, Harry glanced outside through the window to find them flying over a not so small patch of land that he could hardly believe was an island.
“Welcome to Faroe Islands” spoke the Capitan through the speaker “Today’s weather will be cold” the rest of the passenger laughed at the joke “His highness has sent word that he will be waiting for everyone in the Hangar” Harry noticed how everyone perked up after the announce, even Lady Silver seemed to brighten.
---
“Sir! The plane is descending now”
“Did they get my message?”
“Yes sir!”
“Ensemble an escort, we’re expecting several important visits”
“Yes sir!” the man saluted with a stiff reverence and left.
“This day is starting to look up.”
---
The door swung open and a man in military attire walked in carrying coats of fur for everyone in the plane, behind him was another man with a massive amount of medals over his arms and chest. His hair was almost completely white and had an eye-patch over his left eye; he eyed everyone warily.
“General” Lady silver took a step forward
“Ah! Milady, we were waiting for you. How was your trip?”
“Not bad” she shrugged and accepted the coat the older man offered “My brother?”
“Right this way madam” The girl smiled sadly and followed the General. The last Harry saw of her was when she entered a small office.
As foretold, the inside space of the Hangar was cold… as in freaking cold, actually. Covering his small body with the coat he was given he followed the rest outside; they were taken to the office to which Lady Silverfang had gone before.
Unlike the rest of the building which looked to be part of a military compound, the inside of the office was quite cozy, with a soft carpet not unlike the one on the plane, covering the cold metal floor; there was a circular desk with seven chairs, and a chimney by the end of the room. Inside was the General standing by the door while Lady Silver sobbed against the chest of an affable looking man who held her close. This new person had light brownish hair neatly cut, Fu Manchu moustache; his eyes were pools of gold and his clothes very expensive-looking, combining red, white and gold.
He spoke to Lady Silver in a language Harry hadn’t heard before.
It was the sound of Irene’s surprised shouting at the sight of the couple what brought the man’s eyes to the rest of them. He placed a tender peck on the woman’s lips before turning to the others.
“Welcome back, everybody” his voice was crystal clear, and so strong that The-Boy-Who-Lived had the impression that he might as well be talking with the sonorous incantation.
In an instant Irene was hugging one of his legs as Marco gave him a friendly hug, The man who Harry thought would be the Count, took Irene off his leg and made her sit on his shoulders, earning a squeal from the little girl.
“Ah! Come here boy!” was all the warning he ever had before the older man gave him a vice-grip hug. “It makes me happy to see you’ve accepted my proposal” For some strange reason, Harry felt safe in this man’s embrace… it was as if a part of his parents had rubbed off on him… or vice versa. The way this man held him was the way he had always imagined his father would “now let me look at you” he was set free from the hug and placed back on earth, as the count kneeled to take a better look “Good gods! You are indeed the vivid image of your parents”
“I get that a lot” stated Harry looking a little embarrassed at the older man’s antics.
“As did your father, or so he said.”The man smiled a true smile, full of friendship and actual caring… one he had only seen before on his few friends from his previous life. “Alas! Where are my manners” he offered Harry his hand to shake “I’m Drake, Count of Drakengard and your new tutor from this day on”
“Pleased to meet you sir” Harry shook the man’s hand.
“The pleasure is mine, son. Now, how about a cup of hot cocoa on our ride home?”
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AN: from here on, we'll be seeing more of Drake (who is my favourite character hehe =P) and Harry's new family.
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