Pov Lily Potter
I woke up to the sound of movement nearby. At first I was scared, but then I smelled the familiar scent of honey, blood and soot. That was the smell of my son, the strongest dragon in the world. I hugged him tightly, pressing the source of warmth, comfort and peace against me. But then he wriggled free. He probably had to get to school soon. I wake up and sit on the bed, rubbing my eyes and hugging myself with my free arm, trying to hold on to the warmth and pleasant smell for as long as possible.
"It's you, Alduin, good morning," I greet him, catching my son's gaze.
"Good morning, Mum. I missed you and decided to visit you, but you were asleep. So I decided to just stay close by." He has always been like that, loving and caring. He never lied and was afraid to even think about hurting me. I read a lot in books about dragons. As I understand it, Alduin is the leader and king of all dragons. Dragons live in families or prides, with one male and many females, whom the leader must protect with his life and care for his offspring. I realised long ago that my son would have many girlfriends and came to terms with it...
"I'm glad you decided to visit me. How's school?" - I tried to distract myself from unnecessary thoughts, basking in bed.
"It promises to be fun. The headmaster, as I understand it, is preparing an adventure for me. I decided not to try to figure it out, but to just go with it.
"Be careful and visit me more often," I said, hugging Aldi tightly and kissing him on the top of his head. He has such soft and warm hair, and he's quite cute, too, so I just want to squeeze him! But I was pulled out of my thoughts by an animalistic growl. Looking at my son, I saw his pupils dilate and a pair of fangs appear. What is he angry about?
"What's going on?" I asked, worried.
"I'm going to eat his soul," Aldi said through clenched teeth. I started going over my options, but so far, only Dumbledore had been mentioned in our conversation.
"The headmaster?"
"No, the one who will be next to you." His last words left me speechless. Why did he say that?
"Why?" - The only question, which sounded stupid for some reason, escaped my lips.
"I'm sorry, but you'll just have to accept it. Objections are pointless and won't help. I have no intention of tolerating a stranger in my family taking what belongs to me.
"Then what am I supposed to do? I have needs, just like anyone else... How stupid and wrong it is to talk about this with my son." I laughed quietly.
"You keep forgetting that your son is several thousand years old. I'm not a goody-goody, I'm a murderer, a Destroyer of Worlds. I have enslaved and tortured people." But remembering how he behaves around me, I can't believe it. "I am cruel and merciless to my enemies, but with my family, I am the most caring person. I am ready to do anything." That's probably who Alduin really is. I just can't betray him, and I don't want to.
"Yes, that's right. I changed the diapers of this Destroyer of Worlds," I said, laughing, which clearly embarrassed him, interrupting his serious speech.
"Hmm. Think about what I said." Alduin said, hugging me and kissing me on the corner of my lips. I inhaled his scent again, which made me feel hot all over...
"I have to go back, I have lessons soon, and tomorrow is Halloween." Alduin stood up, twirled the ring on his finger, and disappeared into thin air.
I lay down on the bed, curling up under the blanket. I was overcome by both heat and cold. Pleasant waves spread through my lower abdomen, spreading a pleasant languor throughout my body. Merlin the Great, what am I doing?
End of Pov Lily Potter
When I arrived at school, I went to my room, which greeted me with hot water in the pool. Immersing myself in the water, I thought about what had happened. I like Lily, I won't hide it, I like her as a woman. And the fact that she is my mother only adds fuel to the fire. I want only good and the best for her, and only I can give her that.
Now let's think about another problem. My body is going through puberty. My dragon essence has accelerated my physical development, but that's not all. I've already noticed interested glances from the girls at Hogwarts. I'm not bad looking. But now everything will be several times more complicated! How do dragons attract females who are thousands of kilometres away? The answer is simple... Pheromones, but they can be suppressed with healing magic, not completely, but it can be done. That leaves my aura, which will be like a candle to moths for girls. All I have to do is select those I can trust and accept.
Getting out of the pool, I changed into my archmage's cloak and went down to breakfast. Sitting down at the table, I began to eat.
"Alduin, can I copy your spell assignment?" Ron sat down at my table. As I understood from the headmaster's thoughts, this redhead was supposed to befriend me in order to report my actions to the headmaster.
"Didn't anyone ever teach you that you should ask permission before sitting down with someone?" I asked, glancing at him from under my eyebrows. As always, he was dirty, his clothes crumpled and stained with grease and dirt. He constantly talks about old things he got from his brothers. Nonsense, with the help of spells, you can literally turn shit into candy. I wouldn't eat it, though.
"Come on, we're friends!
"His words made me cringe. "Help me, will you?
"Why don't you ask Hermione? You're in the same house, she's pretty smart." I said, noticing Hermione coming up behind Weasley, apparently to take him back to the Gryffindor table. She smiled at my last words.
"Come on! She's a nerd! She'll eat your brains and not even choke on them!" - Said the red-haired... wretch. The girl stood rooted to the spot, turned around and ran away. And he didn't even notice.
"Get out of here, or I'll rip your tongue out and shove it where you think it belongs!" - I said, trying not to lose my temper and kill the redhead.
The boy looked at me in fear and then ran back to his table. I wanted to continue my meal, but noticed that I was clutching bent pieces of silver and gold in my hands, which had previously been cutlery.
The rest of the day passed as usual: I studied, listened to music, and answered teachers who weren't happy with what I was doing. They got their answers and gave me marks. The only exception was Hermione's absence from class, which was very strange for her.
The next day, Hermione was still absent. Today was Halloween, and there was a festive banquet in the evening. The faculty tables were laden with sweets, snacks, and food made to look like eyes, severed fingers, and other cute things. At my table, there was a normal dinner, except that instead of honey, there was wine that tasted like Alto wine from Skyrim.
As I drank wine and nibbled on meat, I listened to the people around me. Sometimes you can hear interesting rumours, which often concern me. Dragon hearing is very helpful in this regard.
"Tomorrow we're going back to the library...
"I warned him not to get involved with Slytherin...
"Alduin is such a cutie, oh, if only he weren't so serious, you couldn't even approach him...
"I heard that Hermione spent all day yesterday in her bedroom. And today she sat in the girls' bathroom... My activity was interrupted by the doors to the hall bursting open. Professor Quirrell, wearing his usual turban, which concealed the essence of his subtenant, rushed into the hall.
"Troll! In the dungeon! Troll! Don't you know?" And he fell. Bravo! I believe you! Encore! You're so good at pretending to faint! What talent!
Panic broke out in the hall. The children screamed and jumped up from their seats.
"Quiet! No shouting or panic. Head boys, take the students to their dormitories. Teachers, follow me.
They forgot about me. I don't have a prefect, I'm Dumbledore's only student, which means I'm my own prefect. I get up, cast a invisibility spell and go to my room. I was on my way to Gryffindor. They go to their tower, and I go to the eighth floor, where my dormitory is.
"Hermione doesn't know about the troll," said the chubby boy, Neville, I think.
"So what? She'll be less of a smartass then. Nothing will happen to her. Trolls live in the dungeons. They're stupid and wouldn't think to come up here," said the red-haired idiot.
Hearing this, I stopped, turned around and headed for the girls' toilet. By and large, I didn't care. My only concern was that I would be partly to blame if something happened to her. I was the one who started yesterday's conversation, which made her cry and now put her in danger.
Coming out from around the corner, I heard a girl scream. I quickened my pace and ran into the women's restroom. Hermione was sitting under the sink, hiding from... Why does a troll look like a giant? Tall, fat and with a club. The only difference between them is the colour of their skin, their small heads compared to the rest of their bodies, and their legs, which are completely covered in growths.
The club swung, and the sink, under which a frightened girl had been sitting a second before the blow, was smashed to pieces. Now she was hiding under the next one.
"Zun-Hal-Vik!" I uttered a disarming cry. The troll's hand, which was already lowering the club onto Hermione, suddenly lost its weapon. The club itself was already lying on the ground a couple of metres away from its owner.
"Gan-La-Has!" With a cry that sucked out the troll's life energy, I forced him to his knees. His gaze faded in a matter of seconds, and his life force passed into me. Why this particular cry? A fiery or icy breath could have hurt Hermione, which is why I didn't use any destructive spells. All the spells that could have harmed him were powerful, and weak, single spells would have done him no harm.
The troll, gathering his last strength, raised his hand above the girl, and a second later, the dead brute's hand fell next to Hermione, stunning her.
Hearing that people were already running here, I quickly checked Hermione's condition. She was alive, just unconscious. I picked her up, casting invisibility and silence spells on us. I left the bathroom, passing the running teachers, and headed for the eighth floor to my room.
Reaching my bedroom, I removed the spells and laid the girl on my bed. I sat down in a chair, picked up my guitar and began to remember a funny song from Skyrim. I wanted to annoy the redhead.
Half an hour later, Hermione wakes up to the cheerful melody of the guitar. She just lies there and looks around, listening to me play. When I finish, I turn to her.
"Awake? Good. Go wash up, the water's already hot."
The girl nodded silently and went into the room with the pool, while I wondered why I had brought her here. For her age, she was pretty, smart, and eager for knowledge. In the future, she could become a powerful mage, and when she grows up, she promises to be quite pretty. A couple of spells to change her teeth so she doesn't look like a beaver, teach her how to take care of her hair, and there you have it, a beauty. Lost in my thoughts, Hermione returned, dressed in the robe that the room provided.
"Where are we?
"The Dova faculty lounge. In other words, my private quarters... Less than an hour ago, you were almost killed by a troll, but you're interested in what this room is?" - The girl blushed like a tomato and looked down at the floor.
"Thank you...
"For what?
"For saving me." Hermione replied, even more embarrassed.
"Don't worry about it, it's partly my fault you were there. If I hadn't started talking to the redhead about you, you wouldn't have heard any of it.
"They say that behind my back even when they think I can't hear them.
"Don't pay any attention to them, it's not your fault they're so narrow-minded.
At my request, hot tea appeared in the room, and to calm the girl down completely, I also brought out a sweet roll. That's what you need to be happy!
After an unplanned dinner, Hermione changed her clothes and I gave her a blindfold. I didn't want anyone to know where my room was. After escorting her away from my bedroom, I removed the blindfold and accompanied the girl to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room.
After saying goodbye, I went to look for Peeve, the nasty ghost who's been scared of me ever since I almost ate his soul. It was time to get revenge on the redhead.
The next morning, during breakfast, Peeve was flying around the hall singing a song.
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Ronald Weasley, who was known as a moron.
Once upon a time, he arrived at Hogwarts to study.He showed off, puffed himself up and waved his stick,
Boasting that Merlin was no match for him.
But suddenly Ronald Redhead wilted like a daisy,
He heard people shouting mockingly:
"What are you doing, lying, telling us lies?
We've had enough, you'll reap what you sow!"
The clang of steel, the hooves, the shackles.
Whips flew, weaving patterns,
A hot poker poked him in the backside.
And since then Ron has shut his mouth,
Glancing sideways at the poker.
And so it went on all day, Pivz flew over the redhead and sang songs to him, entertaining the crowd and mocking the redhead's misunderstanding. He did something nasty, but it made him happy.
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