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The pirate lifted a hat and opened his blue eyes to look at Wil. If this was still a dream than he never wanted to wake up because his Wil was back and he could touch him without the fear of his hand going through.

He moves to get up, rubbing the bit of sleep from his lashes and listened as Wil sat down on the couch that was warm still from Harry’s body. “Mmm? An’ what idea may that bae mi heartie?” And oh the small laugh made him smile.

The added part of the disowning still made a tinge of anger burn inside of his black heart. And dare say he was both jealous and intrigued about this other version of himself. But he made himself focus and listen. “Uh, ai.” He replied to show he was listening and following along.

But there it was. A new world. It was still shocking that their little Devrim was already grown and had babies of his own. And-- Wil had a mother, right, he so wanted to meet her to. It sounded like paradise. His own thoughts of the Isle, Auradon, and Neverland being a far off memory. No. They would have their own land.  “I’d say ye have the greatest of ideas, captain.” He leans in and rests his head on Wil’s shoulder, “can ye dae that without overdoing it? Let’s dae it!”

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“So, Har,” Wil said stepping into Harry and his private dream room that he created, knowing that Harry was there. In Wil’s hand was his sketchbook, and in his other was his pencil. Waving it a little bit at Harry, he smiled. “I just had the best idea… like I mean the best idea I’ve had in a really long while.”

He grinned even bigger, and then sat down unceremoniously next to Harry, while keeping his art supplies free from the bounce and hitting of Harry on the couch.

“Here me out… I’ve been thinking,” he said with a small bubble of a laugh because of how that always sounded when said and the stupid Beauty and the Beast reference from when he was truly a kid. “Okay, for serious, though. Okay… let’s be real.. I’ve forgiven my dad for you know.. disowning me and … well, I haven’t for torturing the other dimension Harry, and all… but … I do know he cares in his own weird fucked up way … but it doesn’t mean I have to live right there with him forever, right? I mean, I already have a band of lost boys as it is, and Dark Pan has his gang, my father can and will definitely make more to his band, he has for centuries, right? …. so here’s my idea.”

Wil tapped his book. “What if I create a whole new world for all of us to live. You, me, Devrim, he can bring his kids and stuff, my mom where she’s never sad, and and anyone else we want from the band to bring along. I can make it anything we want it to be. Ocean for your pirate ship with a great one … woods and forest and a nice home for my mom with a garden, places to play and I can even make something for Devrim to eat that fills him up that tastes like human without it being human. I can make our world be anything.”

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“Hmmm I mean I could, I think... Wil um, how dae ye make cheese?” He moves to playfully poke Wil’s nose, both to tease and to make sure he’s real, “... Um..” He glanced at the other,

“2022″

“What he said.”

And like the change of the season, he was certain it got colder, “let me explain, mi heartie. I am letting ‘im use mi, ai. But the bassa trusts mi, before I was never even so much as to be alone with Devy. But here I am.” He gently touches over his hair, taking in his smell, the touch, the look, everything. “Hi thinks I’m insane. And yes he used us, killed us.. but that is his downfall, is it not? He thinks us as below him, inferior, what he doesn’t know is I discovered how to hurt him..” He points to his own eyes... and opened his mouth, “the weakest points.” He grinned cruelly. “The longer I play the the game, the more trust given to me. And he will never expect my turning on him.” 

Eyes narrow, “trust mi Wil, I know what I am doing.” He drew his sword which eerily had some of Devrim’s blood still on it, “we can end his kind. There is something else tae.” He looks towards the door, “Dev isn’t like Tom.. he mated with a human and.. well, the Order is nae done with any of us. They took a half dragon.. and from what I gathered, they have track of mi tae because they are looking for you” He leans his head against Wil’s, “your fathers are going tae need everyone on their side to take down the dragon. I am seen as not a threat and that is my greatest advantage..

When this is over, no more dragons to hurt us, no worries, it is just us. We are all on the same team.”

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The two stood there, one looked strangely well dressed, then there was Harry in his usual Isle attire. It was as if they hadn’t had any time spent apart. Blue eyes look around at the sound of bubbly laughter that made his black heart flutter.

And there he was, crouched in the corner and eating the bit of cheese, “bassa would nae share cheese with wee Harry,” and honestly he didn’t know dragons ate cheese either. Maybe for guests? 

Hunting dragons? Oh but playing the long game was one of Harry’s funnest ideas. Eyes glance at the other male who seemed to look elsewhere, either with disinterest or lack of care what was spoken. “It has been sae long, mi Wil… are we ‘ere?” He asked, wanting even a pretty lie for a moment. “As for hunting them, nae our wee Devy. That is nae fun.. we are playing the long game with wee Tom, making the arrogant fool think I became a good wee pet..” He shown his hook and slashed it at the air, 

“before I cut out his spine” He kept his voice low, not that he’d think Devrim could hear given it was obvious he had other thoughts to ponder over.

Even with the expression of disinterest, Aurelius still listened. 

It was a bit of a long second before he had connected why the boy that appeared looked so familiar. The one that made pretty promises before he unleashed his Obscurus on Ma.

Hunting dragons? Honestly he was interested, given dragon skin for boots and gloves were said to be the toughest armor in their world. But also, Wil either was like himself and could jump time, or was immortal given the boy barely looked like he aged, 

“Do we share the same goal, then?”

“What? No. Make your own cheese, you silly doof,” he teased with all knowing, adoring grin at the pirate, before he popped another bite. “’Course, I’m here. Why? What year is it?”

He honestly didn’t know. He’d been sleeping in the Autumn Court, and then had been spending all his time traveling and living in the Dream Realm. Time kind of got confusing this mortal world where he had strangely grew ..sort of up in. It’d been forever and yet, not a day to him.

He could see now why his dad got confused at things overlapping.

To him, it felt like a few weeks tops.

But then ….

“A pet?!…”

The amount of disgust boiling up in the recessed of his whatever was sickening. The glare painting on his once amused face was pointed and deadly.

‘You’re letting the dragon use you…? Harry, he murdered you right in front of me, he tortured you, AND me. He used my father. What the fuck are you thinking?  You’re no pet to this fucking thing… and I don’t care who fucking hears me.”

He knew him keeping Devrim as a baby had been a mistake. What, was he actually getting attached to them?

“Where is he? He’s here, isn’t he? Devrim..”

He slowly turned his head to the other speaking, and for a moment his eyes reflected that spark of autumn light against the guy’s magic as if it sensed each other’s.

“Well, at least someone’s on my side.” It was cold perhaps, and Wil did truly love his Har, but he couldn’t stand for this.. not at all. He was mad. “Maybe I need to draw Devrim away in my book for a while. It might clear your head.”

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The two stood there, one looked strangely well dressed, then there was Harry in his usual Isle attire. It was as if they hadn’t had any time spent apart. Blue eyes look around at the sound of bubbly laughter that made his black heart flutter.

And there he was, crouched in the corner and eating the bit of cheese, “bassa would nae share cheese with wee Harry,” and honestly he didn’t know dragons ate cheese either. Maybe for guests? 

Hunting dragons? Oh but playing the long game was one of Harry’s funnest ideas. Eyes glance at the other male who seemed to look elsewhere, either with disinterest or lack of care what was spoken. “It has been sae long, mi Wil... are we ‘ere?” He asked, wanting even a pretty lie for a moment. “As for hunting them, nae our wee Devy. That is nae fun.. we are playing the long game with wee Tom, making the arrogant fool think I became a good wee pet..” He shown his hook and slashed it at the air, 

“before I cut out his spine” He kept his voice low, not that he’d think Devrim could hear given it was obvious he had other thoughts to ponder over.

An Unexpected Visitor

The faint sound of his bubbling light laughter was heard outside of the Killian Residence before William was even seen, and then the small Faerie Boy appeared sitting on the corner of that Guest House stone wall, feet tucked up in a crouched position, as he gazed down at Harry and some guy who looked weirdly, yet vaguely familiar. 

A wild grin beamed across his face as his vivid blue eyes sparkled flecks of autumn and green color.

“Hello~,” his voice giggled wickedly with too much enjoyment. “Hunting dragons, are we? I’m game.” He popped a bit a cheese up in the air, catching it in his mouth. “These are so good. They had some inside. Funny, I didn’t think dragons would have cheese. So, what’s the plan?”

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“Yes I saw that part. Ye tried tae kill mi remember?

..... Okay then. Can ye guys maybe slow it down a little? Should I call ye anything else? Hmmm it’ll come donnae worry. Just break down nae near mi or the guest house.” He paused and smiled, “break down around mi when ye need tae, okay? Ye donnae need tae go through this alone.” It’s bad enough one of us does. He thought about himself that never told anyone.

“Because I thought ye could see! Worked on people... guess not dragons though.... It’s on Max and in the bowl. I assumed it may have worked but dragon’s blood isn’t magical like that bird outside is.

And that is why we donnae tell yer da’ ever. Because I like being all in tact”

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“Bassa knocked mi nearly through a damned wall with a wand. Ai I’m okay, but will bae better when I stab ‘im through the belly!” He glared in fury as he finally stood.

“I was trying tae stop ye in any way I can. Threatening yer wee boyfriend didn’t help so I had tae do some plan B which was stopping ye in the only place I knew how. I had hoped yer blood would’ve helped ‘im but nothing worked unto that bassa came in.–

What dae ye mean heal yer eyes!? Blin- … Why didn’t ye say something?!”

“I was kind of giving birth to twins, while being captured by the Order, who stole my child, and then got commanded by my mate to murder everyone. It might have slipped a little.”

“While on the topic, I’m also apparently now female and I have wings, again, that I haven’t even tried yet. I’m surprised I have not yet had a complete mental break down. I call it shock.”

“Why would you threaten my boyfriend to stop me? That doesn’t even make sense? I was having a panic attack… and wait, you took my blood? Where is it? My dad will have you in fucking pieces if he finds out about that.”

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“Bassa knocked mi nearly through a damned wall with a wand. Ai I’m okay, but will bae better when I stab ‘im through the belly!” He glared in fury as he finally stood.

“I was trying tae stop ye in any way I can. Threatening yer wee boyfriend didn’t help so I had tae do some plan B which was stopping ye in the only place I knew how. I had hoped yer blood would’ve helped ‘im but nothing worked unto that bassa came in.--

What dae ye mean heal yer eyes!? Blin- ... Why didn’t ye say something?!”

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“…. well not me entirely, Mr. Killian. Old habits, I’m sorry, erm Devrim.”

He nods his head and looks at Dev yelling at the beaten up Harry, “if it helps, he was doing everything to stop the bleeding. Right down to some blood or something. Well, I think I was quite rude to given he didn’t know me.. and I kind of attacked first, but desperate times.”

Aurelius was shying away as subtly as possible from the yelling of the dragon. He rolls his eyes at the not so subtle threat. If that dragon wanted to hurt his phoenix than Aurelius, while respectful, would kick that dragon into the next century. 

“I may have come here for another reason to. It is about your eyes, and I can’t promise anything nor do I want to give you hope. I don’t know how long until they can’t be healed.. but much more important is if either you or him want to cooperate… and given how he’s outside and not in here, I don’t think he shares my urge to help.” 

“What? Wait, why would you attack Harry?” Devrim was actually kind of confused on that. Was it because of Max and he thought he was helping him? But how did he even know what Max looked like?

“Are you all right, by the way, Harry?” he finally tossed over to him wherever exactly he was considering he couldn’t actually see him. Though, he shouldn’t have been even asking since he fucking stabbed him in the mouth with his sword. That could have killed him or gave him brain damage or something.

And yeah, he was also pissed at the Phoenix. The bird fucking tore his eyes out and made it so that he wasn’t able to see his own child before it had disappeared, maybe even forever.

He wouldn’t even see the birth of his other one.

So, yeah. Fuck him.

And then Credence mentioned his eyes.

“If he can heal my eyes, I’ll forgive him for what I lost because of him.” He turned to Harry. “Yeah, I’m blind, you asshole. That’s how you stabbed me.”

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“Stabbed ye where it hurts.” He replied almost to simply. “I know ye dae. I am taking ‘im tae mi place.” Harry wanted to be vague in case anyone was hearing.

“Meet mi there when ye can” Harry waited and looked at the blood on the other’s lips and staining his shirt. There was a thought.. it was a long shot, but screw it. 

He looked around and saw a vase. “It’ll dae.” He’d care about the consequences later, right now he was desperate to even think of some myth and miracle. 

“I’m sorry, Devy” He poured the flowers and water out and grabbed the boy by the back of his neck and lifted him up, not at all gently, “this is fer Max.” He managed to move the vase until the blood dripped into it, filling it... eyes staring at the blood and couldn’t help but grin sadistically on an impulse he couldn’t fight... it looked so lovely.

But he made himself look away and when he was sure there was enough or the bleeding stopped, did he let the poor younger dragon go. “Meet mi back home..” He whispered.

And without another word, Harry left, vase and Max with him. Heading out to steal a car and get the hell out of there.

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“Bae tha’ as it may, I cannae trust ye with ‘im.” He glared daggers at Devrim. “Ye said yerself ye’d kill everyone in the room.. me and Max. I am not gonna give ‘im tae ye on a possibility ye won’t bae eating ‘im”

Harry growled, “after all I dae fer ye.” He aimed his sword right for the brat’s maw. If he intended on harming Harry, that mouth will meet the end of his sword first, doubtfully enough to kill but hopefully enough to get his point across. “If he stays he dies, can ye get that through yer head?! He’s bleeding out!” Harry had no time for some possessive mood, Max may be out of time just from this. 

Fuck if he meets those teeth, with any luck he’d get the roof of his mouth or back of his throat with his blade, his eyes didn’t blink nor did he break his stance of standing between Devrim and Max, even if he died, he’d fall on top of the brat that was becoming less and less worth it by the second wasted. 

Devrim had lunged with full intent in his blind agony and frustration to just rip out Harry’s jugular and save his mate … when due to the fact that he could not actually see, he had not been able to anticipate that Harry had the sword there.

It stabbed right into the upper part of his mouth from the inside, the part that was no protected by scales, and the shock of the physical pain was enough to knock him back, as he shifted his jaw back and held it, as a seep of blood dripped down.

“What did you do to me, Harry?” the question was raw and honest as if it had come from painful place of his heart. The blood kept coming, and now his shirt was red. “I just love him, Harry. I love him.”

Whatever the stabbing did, it had knocked the compulsion out of him. Dev took two steps back, and then fell over on the floor.

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“Bae tha’ as it may, I cannae trust ye with ‘im.” He glared daggers at Devrim. “Ye said yerself ye’d kill everyone in the room.. me and Max. I am not gonna give ‘im tae ye on a possibility ye won’t bae eating ‘im”

Harry growled, “after all I dae fer ye.” He aimed his sword right for the brat’s maw. If he intended on harming Harry, that mouth will meet the end of his sword first, doubtfully enough to kill but hopefully enough to get his point across. “If he stays he dies, can ye get that through yer head?! He’s bleeding out!” Harry had no time for some possessive mood, Max may be out of time just from this. 

Fuck if he meets those teeth, with any luck he’d get the roof of his mouth or back of his throat with his blade, his eyes didn’t blink nor did he break his stance of standing between Devrim and Max, even if he died, he’d fall on top of the brat that was becoming less and less worth it by the second wasted. 

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He held his sword just above Max’s throat, just a precaution. His eyes not meeting Devrim, “I will nae hurt the wee runt unless ye want mi tae… hmmm he said that, eh? Maybe I should off his wee head then?” 

Harry eyed the other, “how about it, Maximus~?” He asked… and there was only silence, “besides we’re nae in that room anymore, runt.”

“… I donnae remember liking it. And we both know ye’d just kill ‘im. He is dying, Devrim. Nae Isle magic will save ‘im. The longer I argue with ye, the more he’s at Death’s door.” Harry pressed his blade against Max’s chest, causing a groan of slight pain from him.” He glanced at the cameras. They were watching. “Now get lost before I decide tae hook ‘im. Gae back tae Tommy”

Devrim could not see the sword just above Max’s head, but if he had, that would have been something that he NEVER would have forgiven his ex-guardian and friend for. That was his FUCKING love!! The only person who ever made him feel something truly good!!

The pain and trauma swirling through his aching body still from the horrible birthing experience, the Order, the snatching of his child, claiming it was dead, and now Max being shot just was triggering every single fucking nerve in his body!

“LET GO OF MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND!!!!”

… and then Harry called him a runt. He may have been triggered and still following the damn whistle, but that hurt.

Harry was supposed to be his fucking friend. He was a goddamn Dragon, not a runt.

“I’M NOT GOING TO KILL HIM!! I want him WITH ME!! I want all of mine with me!! I want him, I want my child!!! I’ll KILL you, Harry. I will FUCKING kill you if you even DARE touch him!”

He heard the groan and the next thing Harry said. “There’s no way I’m leaving him!!” And then Devrim lunged right for Harry, jowls out, and teeth extended; fully intent on ripping out his jugular.

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He held his sword just above Max’s throat, just a precaution. His eyes not meeting Devrim, “I will nae hurt the wee runt unless ye want mi tae... hmmm he said that, eh? Maybe I should off his wee head then?” 

Harry eyed the other, “how about it, Maximus~?” He asked... and there was only silence, “besides we’re nae in that room anymore, runt.”

“... I donnae remember liking it. And we both know ye’d just kill ‘im. He is dying, Devrim. Nae Isle magic will save ‘im. The longer I argue with ye, the more he’s at Death’s door.” Harry pressed his blade against Max’s chest, causing a groan of slight pain from him.” He glanced at the cameras. They were watching. “Now get lost before I decide tae hook ‘im. Gae back tae Tommy”

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Walking up the stairs was one thing, and a pain in his ass. Walking with a half-dead doppelganger was another.

He made it to the ground floor finally and out in, well what he guessed would be as close to the lobby as he’d get. The doors were just ahead. He’d probably find a vehicle or whatever outside to steal… much to Max’s future horror of Harry Hook’s driving skills.

What he heard was what froze him. Running.. in his direction. And.. well given he wasn’t the most kindest of VK’s, he dropped the knocked out Max on the floor and drew his sword, preparing himself while also standing over Max, blue eyes maddened.. didn’t help he reeked of Max’s blood now to. 

What he didn’t expect was seeing Devrim hot on their tail. Seems Tom didn’t subdue the wee dragonling the way Harry would’ve. His own lips pulled back as he bared his teeth in a menacing snarl like some rabid animal, “stop, Devrim. Stay.” He warned, it was one of intimidation, full of threat as he held his sword at the ready. “Are ye not better than some mere whistle?”

Tom was wrong on so many things… “Max will die if I linger.” He warned, “do ye want his final sight tae bae yer teeth?” 

Devrim didn’t stop to even contemplate exactly what his venomous bite would do to his father, his targets were leaving and he was set on kill. Not to mention, Harry was stealing his mate from him. He needed Max. He belonged with him and their eggs.

Dev skidded to a halt, sniffing the air around Harry, and hearing the soft clunk of his mate on the ground. He could smell Max’s blood all over Harry.. and hear the growling snap of his human teeth .. but he could not see any of his demeanor or the terrifying look in his eyes that sometimes glowed red.

The words, though, he knew. It did freeze him. That was a command engrained into his early childhood, as well.

It confused him, being that he was purely in his instinctive side of his mind, and he twisted his head around, trying to decide if he should move or obey. It made him kind of mad, but he obeyed.

“Max wanted me to kill you. He said everyone in the room.” He heard Harry. “I want to lick him. “I won’t hurt him. Remember when I licked you? You liked it.”

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Walking up the stairs was one thing, and a pain in his ass. Walking with a half-dead doppelganger was another.

He made it to the ground floor finally and out in, well what he guessed would be as close to the lobby as he’d get. The doors were just ahead. He’d probably find a vehicle or whatever outside to steal... much to Max’s future horror of Harry Hook’s driving skills.

What he heard was what froze him. Running.. in his direction. And.. well given he wasn’t the most kindest of VK’s, he dropped the knocked out Max on the floor and drew his sword, preparing himself while also standing over Max, blue eyes maddened.. didn’t help he reeked of Max’s blood now to. 

What he didn’t expect was seeing Devrim hot on their tail. Seems Tom didn’t subdue the wee dragonling the way Harry would’ve. His own lips pulled back as he bared his teeth in a menacing snarl like some rabid animal, “stop, Devrim. Stay.” He warned, it was one of intimidation, full of threat as he held his sword at the ready. “Are ye not better than some mere whistle?”

Tom was wrong on so many things... “Max will die if I linger.” He warned, “do ye want his final sight tae bae yer teeth?” 

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Tom had no intention of letting go of Devi until they were far away from that room, when he was actually caught off guard by his tail that shot up around the back of his leg, snapping its curl right around where his hind legs outside of the guise would give. It was a pressure point, that Devrim had to have somehow been trained or realized existed.

Due to his true size and weight, he did not fall, but it did actually knock his balance a little, which startled him.. and then made him think of how it felt when he was surprised to feel pain from Devrim’s venom.

But he didn’t let go, allowing Harry to removed Max out of the room so it was just them and the carnage.

He felt Devrim relax in his grip, thinking it was probably because they were gone now that the compulsion was dying - although, he was still there… but he also didn’t know exactly what the compulsion was for.

“I’ll help you find your hatchling, Devi. Of course, I will.” But something about his almost too relaxed state felt weird and off. Even without the compulsion before he was far more upset than this about Max dying and the hatchling. Still, Tom slowly released his hold. “I love you. You should have told me you were carrying. I would have helped you. You should have told me that you were … changing into a girl.”

A very faint soft edge of a smile touched barely on his lips as he faked looking at his Dad, hoping it was convincing. “I love you, too, Dad.. I didn’t know my body was turning into a girl. I just figured you would be mad and try to kill Max or something.”

Devrim’s blind gaze slitted as Devrim licked the back of his teeth covering them with venom. “I’m sorry,” he said, and he leaned forward to nuzzle his dad as if he was going to lick him affectionally in that moment, but instead he bit his razor sharp teeth right down, and then whipped his head back, so hard, just as he turned, and bolted to the door after Harry and Max.

He had to kill everyone in the room and he had ticked off his ‘learned’ humanity.

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He looked at Devrim, eyes looking at his as he pulls Max away. “Bassa’ compelled ‘im.”

Blue eyes met Tom’s with some uncertainty but he nodded. He grasps the other and lifts him, “find the other baby.” He urged as he walked out with the hurt Max, who left a small droplet or two of blood. 

In the light, it was clear he had been hit in a vital area. The hole in his shirt proving it may have pierced or grazed his lung. Harry leaving with Max.

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Harry probably came in at a not so fun time. Given the ass of an ancient dragon basically burst his way through the doors. Damn what was the point of distractions? 

He walks down the stairs, looking like he committed just as much a massacre as Devrim had. He was bloody from his hair to his boots, holding a gun that he dropped given there was no bullets left, sword sheathed, hook running along the wall.

“Told ye…” He added, and smirked as the guy bowed which amused him so much… probably not the best time, but he pulled out the phone and clicked the camera to immortalize this moment. “Ye okay, Dev… where’s yer wee shadow?” He asked, implying his mate as he looked around at the mess.

“Damn.” He passed Devrim, patting his head gently, not having as much respect for their queen as Tom did, instead looking for Max. Which was harder given the people and blood around. “… oh…” He stopped finally and looked at the groaning body.

Max was down, shot down… it explained why Devrim snapped. “The cowards shot his mate, Tommy!” He yelled back.

“Do you THINK... I fucking CARE if I’m a girl, Dad?! They stole my FUCKING child!! They SHOT Max because they wanted me to KILL you. MAX fucking SAVED YOUR GODDAMN LIFE!!!! AND NOW HE’S DEAD!!! HE’S DEAD AND I WANT MY FUCKING HATCHLING!!!”

“I don’t give a SHIT about your goddamn TRADITIONS!! FIND MY FUCKING CHILD BEFORE THEY RIP THEM APART LIKE THEY DID TO ME!!”

He stomped over, shifting back into his human guise to just stop everyone from fucking staring at him, snagged the fucking phone from Harry, and hurled it into the wall. 

“Photos!!!!! MY MATE IS DEAD!! What the FUCK is wrong with BOTH of you!!” he snarled spit from his acid flying in every direction with his yelling.

He was still compelled by the whistle. He had to find his child.

On instinct, Dev snapped his teeth at the pet from Harry on his head, instinct taking over in his pain and anguish… and then he heard the groaning.

“MAX!!” he yelled, derailing quickly on a turn of his feet to run back into the cell room, half tripping over the bodies, when suddenly a grip of unwilling compulsion flooded straight through him.

‘Kill everyone in the room.’

Devrim’s body dropped like ice and he was sure all of his scales under that guise turned white.

Long talons immerged from his fingers, slicing their way down as he approached his love. 

No, no no…. He tried to stop it, pull himself back, go find the baby… but he was so close… Max was alive. “Max, use the whistle. If you have any strength left, use it now. Make me stop. Don’t let me kill you. Dad!” he called out. “Please!”

It was loud, it made his ears ring.. why was Devrim yelling? He heard the yelling but couldn’t make out the words. 

It was hard to breathe, every breath was painful and he coughed up his own blood from his lung that had been damaged by a bullet. 

Blue eyes open blurry to see if he could see his Devrim. He couldn’t focus well but he looked at the talons. He said to kill everyone.. funny how that works out. Max was unsure if he would make it the next hour or even next minute.

He couldn’t move, and smiled at his love. “I can’t move…” He saw the talons and how beautiful his Devrim was. “I’d do this again.. for you and your family. I love you so much.” He couldn’t so much as squirm without feeling overwhelming pain. He heard Devrim call out, was his dad here? “Find our child. I’m so tired.. I need to sleep for a bit.. okay?” He was getting numb, and his mind was going elsewhere.

His hand reached up to weakly hold the talons. “Find our child.. I’ll be… be here when you return.” He smiled. His heart faltering from the blood loss. His breath struggling… he wouldn’t last the next hour if he kept bleeding out.

“Easy, Devi~,” he muttered just a little, although, if he were honest, he fucking loved this raging fire in his son? Daughter? He swallowed, trying to fit this all into some kind of rational box in his mind. Devi was right, this wasn’t the time for nostalgic moments, lessons on how dragon’s worked, or questions about just how this happened. They were in the midst of a blood bath, and Dev was clearly distraught, and if he/she truly had eggs as he/she said and he could hear thrumming away in that little shell, then there were dragons - his family that had to be saved. There was no way in fucking hell he was letting anyone harm his family ever, again.

Not today.

He heard Harry explain and then Devi, and then he watched as some kind of compulsion grew over his child, again… just like how he had watched Devrim attempt to take him out at the house and nearly killed Cal.

Oh anger fueled up at that. 

Marching straight over to Devrim’s, side, he yanked up his kid back from hurting Maximus, pulling Devrim back to his chest; locking his hold on him.

He heard was Maxiumus said. He knew what Devi said.

Again, this wasn’t the time to think, it was time to act. That’s what he did.

“How many hatchlings, Max?” It was a question but didn’t sound like one. “Harry!” he called out. “You can fix people. Help him. I’ll hold off our Devi. He’s compelled. I let him loose, he’ll destroy anyone who’s in here and he needs his mate.”

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Harry probably came in at a not so fun time. Given the ass of an ancient dragon basically burst his way through the doors. Damn what was the point of distractions? 

He walks down the stairs, looking like he committed just as much a massacre as Devrim had. He was bloody from his hair to his boots, holding a gun that he dropped given there was no bullets left, sword sheathed, hook running along the wall.

“Told ye...” He added, and smirked as the guy bowed which amused him so much... probably not the best time, but he pulled out the phone and clicked the camera to immortalize this moment. “Ye okay, Dev... where’s yer wee shadow?” He asked, implying his mate as he looked around at the mess.

“Damn.” He passed Devrim, patting his head gently, not having as much respect for their queen as Tom did, instead looking for Max. Which was harder given the people and blood around. “... oh...” He stopped finally and looked at the groaning body.

Max was down, shot down... it explained why Devrim snapped. “The cowards shot his mate, Tommy!” He yelled back.

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He closed his eyes, lost in the moment and ignoring the cries and eyes outside. His blood froze at the response.. swallow– damn that was also something he was going to get used to huh? 

He chuckled, “we’re spoiling them when we get out of here…” Reality hit. Devrim couldn’t see their babies could he? He couldn’t see how they looked, “They are beautiful.” He replies.

He heard Devrim and looked around, not seeing anything. And there was one slight fear in him now… what if Devrim’s father tries to harm them? What if he didn’t see a miracle but some mistake? Max’s arms tighten around Dev, “I hope he loves them as much as we do.”

Max’s moment was short lived as he was pulled away hard and he cried out in terror. His eyes widen in terror… the threat was real. Tom did what? That dragon would threaten kids that were innocent? His twin…? 

Eyes closed in thought and he opened them, taking in Devrim’s face, holding his own whistle tightly. “His name, is Devrim.” He replied. “And he will kill all of you” Max quickly pulled the whistle on the order, “kill all in this room, find Tom. Make them not go near our baby.” He blew the whistle. He didn’t even specify who was spared.

If he was shot so be it. He won’t let his Devrim suffer one second more. His eyes would look at Devrim. “I love you.”

There was that moment of elation, relief that his father was there, and that all would be right in the world. He had Max. He had their egg, they’d get the othe baby… and then just as fast, the entire world fell down.

Kill his dad or lose the love of his life and his child.

And then the most horrendous thing of all happened. In a moment so fast, the men had grabbed Max at gunpoint, and then Max had the whistle in his hand.

“His name, is Devrim.”

“kill all in this room, find Tom. Make them not go near our baby.”

There was a pause of horror. No, Max.

And then the compulsion from the whistle’s order overtook Devrim’s own will and sanity. He screamed as he turned on the men, just as the open fire filled the air.

“No, No!!!” he screamed his cry as the scent of Max’s blood filled his nose, and complete center of Devrim’s heart broke apart and died.

With a wailing scream, that turned dragon, he was compelled to keep going, shedding his human guise as he breathed in and then shot out streams of his acidic venom like rainfall all over the room as he spun around.

He couldn’t see, but the sounds of the men’s screaming was vivid and the scent of their skin frying. 

Tears stramed down Devrim’s scaled cheeks as he cried, turning to stop over and catch up the sizzling men in his jaw, shredding them apart. The blood and spatter so vivid it was getting hard to tell where Max’s was.

“Max…, Max,… why?”

But the compulsion was still on him and he had to answer. Devrim found their egg, tucked it into his shirt in a knot.

“I love you, Max. I love you.”

With a slow extend to his newly reformed wings, they clapped out behind him, as he took another deep breath and then lit up the door with his green fire.

A moment later, it was melted and Devrim bashed his way through it back into the laboratory.

“DAD!” he called out. “Dad, where are you?!” 

“Zero SEIZE!!!” another man demanded, blowing a whistle, but Devrim only followed Max’s order, as he lunged at the man, landing on top of him, as he tried to make a break for it; his talons ripping into the man’s shoulders like paper. “Where’s my other child? Where are they?”

It didn’t even take a moment in the hole before Tom heard the most agonizing wail of a scream from his son.

“DAD!”  “Dad, where are you?!”

Harry, distractions, all of it, they no longer even mattered. Tom busted his way down through the doors, and halls, until he was downstairs amidst the burning flames of Devrim’s green fire; the scent of flesh everywhere, including blood.

Devrim was on top of a man wildly ripping him apart, but that was not what froze Tom… and it wasn’t even the wings that he saw.

“Dear Goddess, Tiamat,” he muttered just under his breath. He literally stared for a moment, just as some of his hard fastened eyes began to blush over just a bit with the hint of tears; unshed tears for centuries, as he remained transfixed fighting to stay stoic…. and then as son as his precious Devi had finished killing that person, Tom, the asshole dragon who bowed to no one, dropped down onto his knees, and lowered his own head in submission.

“My Devi,” he stated utterly in shock and awe. “You’re a girl.. You’re a Queen. I am a subject of yours. My job is to honor, teach, and protect you as my Queen, Our Queen of Dragons. Females have always been our leaders because Goddess Tiamat is our God.”

He was obviously in shock, considering he was rambling and kneeling when Devrim was freaking, crying, and viciously looking for her .. CHILD?!

It finally clicked into gear and Tom stood up so fast, he grabbed the next person charging in with some stupid fire mask on by the neck; his breath hot and snarling as his razor sharp teeth slipped down. “Where’s the child my Devi speaks of? Tell me now I burn this entire place down and I find your family and eat them, too.”

The man trembled in his hold, and then pointed down the stairs.

“Good.” Tom petted his hair and then slammed his face through the cement wall, smashing his skull to pieces.

“Harry!” he hollered to wherever the hell that asshole was… and then he heard the faint, very faint thump thump thump of a heartbeat that wasn’t Devi’s stuck within his shirt. “Devi?” The word came out choked, it all too surreal.. too much at once to even focus because of so many things were happening and hitting him. “Wait, you … it’s true?” he asked, carefully. He couldn’t frankly think.

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Harry didn’t even bother to ask if he should take an ID, given he looked like he didn’t belong no matter even if he did put on some disguise.

Harry had cleaned the sword off best he could.. it was his sword, Habit tainted it not him, and he wasn’t about to throw something so valuable to him. 

“Hope ye are nae gonna regret that order,” he partly teased. And to the elevator he went... and oh gods did he welcome the water sprinklers on his person. It was so inviting and relaxing. Cooling his body that still had the feverish temperature.

So down the stairs he went, poking any button on the way down... until lighting them all up. He climbed up and gripped the sides so his back pressed against the ceiling...

Tom would eventually be hearing explosions above him sooner or later given Harry found grenades or something that made him laugh happily as he lit them up and threw them with reckless abandon. Eyes red with madness and reflecting the blaze as he offed anyone that he could. “Huh, these boom boom sticks are amazin’.” Not really sticks but eh he liked the term.

Finally he made it to the lab and cages. Eyes catching strange writings of dragons. “Damn and I thought wee Tommy was full of himself.” He eyed the file with uncaring and walked back to the now very bloody elevator. 

“Hmmm” He shrugged as he waited before giving up and walking to the exit where the stairs were. 

He’d get downstairs eventually.

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He hopped off and landed on the roof, smiling at the other. If it was sarcasm than he sure was acting genuine and letting it simmer. 

Harry wanted the dragon dead as much as anyone but also this was a rescue mission and there is more important stuff than revenge. 

He pulled out his sword that still carried the faintest scent of Devrim’s blood from when the HABIT attempted to frame him by severing Devrim’s wing. “I have this. And they know mi already.. they will treat mi like a wee human, yer the bigger target…”

“And I can steal a gun or six if it calls fer it” Harry leapt right in and landed with terrifying ease, not even a faulter as he ran off straight down the hall, ready to kill off anyone in his way while also on the lookout for any sign of Devrim.. or maybe something he can let out that can cause a distraction or two.

He was definitely over thinking that comment. Gods, having kids must have fucking softened him.

Tom just looked at the idiot with disbelief as he pulled out the sword with Devrim’s blood scent all over it. He’d ask if he had a death wish, but that was a lost cause of a question. The guy was insane.

His focus was on Devrim, and frankly, watching the guy run off down that hall like bats out of hell, made him wonder why he didn’t just go full form and just light this entire place into a explosion of fire. Dev and any eggs he had would survive. Problem solved.

But he was curious about Max now… and fuckit Dev did care about him, despite the horrid distaste that landed in his mouth.

He was going soft. The FUCK was wrong with him. Five years ago, this place would be toast and he wouldn’t care who got hurt in the process. He even fucking killed people that were close to him; people he once even called brothers.

Tom licked his teeth, sharp even now in his human guise, and slipped his glasses on to help mask his identify, and then jumped down. The first person he saw, turned quickly to run, but Tom grabbed them by the arm, and lifted his shades.

“Give me your lab coat and ID.”

They shook and quickly did, as Tom slipped them on. “Thank you,” he said, and then snapped their neck, letting them fall the floor in a heap. He sniffed the air. He could smell Devrim downstairs.

“Go for the elevator. Make a distraction,” he called over to Harry. “I’m going downstairs. With that, Tom swung open the back staircase door, just as more alarm bells went off, and someone had turned on the water sprinklers.

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He hopped off and landed on the roof, smiling at the other. If it was sarcasm than he sure was acting genuine and letting it simmer. 

Harry wanted the dragon dead as much as anyone but also this was a rescue mission and there is more important stuff than revenge. 

He pulled out his sword that still carried the faintest scent of Devrim’s blood from when the HABIT attempted to frame him by severing Devrim’s wing. “I have this. And they know mi already.. they will treat mi like a wee human, yer the bigger target...”

“And I can steal a gun or six if it calls fer it” Harry leapt right in and landed with terrifying ease, not even a faulter as he ran off straight down the hall, ready to kill off anyone in his way while also on the lookout for any sign of Devrim.. or maybe something he can let out that can cause a distraction or two.

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Harry had one last glare in him before he was out for the count. 

He didn’t react at all to what happened until he felt the cooler air enter into his lungs and the air turning down the heat from his near overwhelmed body. Truly he couldn’t withstand heat, given his upbringing.

Blue eyes fluttered open as he tried to regain where he was with his head pounding, “told ye sae” Harry muttered given he wasn’t in the car anymore. And looked around at the compound to try and get his bearings as he held onto the talon to keep his balance,

“I am ready. Ye can count on mi, mi heartie. Don’t get yerself killed.” He released his own grip on the claw and looked down at the hole, “lets gae.”

He allowed Harry to hold onto his large talon to steady himself and wake up, when Harry’s words met his ears.

What?

He had to replay it, again, in his head just to make sure he really had just heard what he did. ‘Don’t get yourself killed.’  …….. Tom swallowed as he allowed his guise to form back over him, once the boy let go of him. It’d be easier to move around in this form in there until he needed to… but his vivid blue gaze was still RIGHT on Harry. People don’t say that to him.

Ever.

Harry must have meant that as sarcasm. Of course, he didn’t care. Harry stole his son. Harry wanted dragon teeth on his shelf in his room and to kill him. He was fucking mocking him. That’s what he was doing.

“Just get in the fucking hole. Do you even have a weapon?”

An alarm started to sound, as the front yard started to fill with Order personnel guards with guns. “Get in the fucking hole, NOW!” he demanded just as the gun fire started, and Tom held up his arm to block the kid as the bullets started bouncing off him.

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Harry had one last glare in him before he was out for the count. 

He didn’t react at all to what happened until he felt the cooler air enter into his lungs and the air turning down the heat from his near overwhelmed body. Truly he couldn’t withstand heat, given his upbringing.

Blue eyes fluttered open as he tried to regain where he was with his head pounding, “told ye sae” Harry muttered given he wasn’t in the car anymore. And looked around at the compound to try and get his bearings as he held onto the talon to keep his balance,

“I am ready. Ye can count on mi, mi heartie. Don’t get yerself killed.” He released his own grip on the claw and looked down at the hole, “lets gae.”

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It wasn’t right in Harry’s eyes. Insane pirate or not, he was human now to as he’d always been. It made him think of a more extreme and crueler King of Auradon. 

Disgust was an understatement. Pan had the right idea in taking more kids, but Harry now needed to plan on helping them to.

His thoughts were on the fear as the man drove at a speed that caused to many close calls as he didn’t stop for red lights and swerved with mad luck through traffic.

And he turned, causing the car’s tires to skid as he veered left. The heat was overwhelming and Harry was trying to focus, “turn it down or I will be out as will the guy” It wasn’t a request. It was to hot for the sea loving pirate, far to hot. It was making his vision blur.

Harry’s words were coming to late as he began to fall over on the dragon’s shoulder, losing consciousness temporarily from the heat and panting heavily.

“Don’t FUCKING tell me what to do, my own FUCKING child is in there!”

He didn’t care if Harry was right or not, he was losing his temper and had hit his last fucking straw with these vial disgusting piece of excuses for lives these assholes were. Did Harry know what they did to Devrim? Did Devrim ever share? Because it was guaranteed to be far worse if he actually was for godssake carrying an egg or had even worse … delivered it.

Rape, wouldn’t even be the word for it.

HE made promises to Devrim. He told him he wouldn’t ever fucking leave him, again.

Harry had started to fall over onto his shoulder, just as the entire car slammed into a tree; the driver also out at the wheel. In a quick movement, Tom moved in front of Harry at the slam, guarding him like a cocoon from the impact best he could, and then Tom reached his arm up and slammed it up against the crunched up roofing.

He bashed the edges of the metal top right off, and he got up on the backseat, grabbing for Harry around the back of his shirt and lifted him up from the vehicle.

The driver was clearly dead.

Tom shed his guise and scooped up the boy in his talon, Harry’s entire body fitting within it, and then he leapt up into the darkened sky, sniffing out the whereabouts of that hidden compound, and then landed with a clunk right on the roof. With one bite downward, he tore an enormous hole right in it, and whipped it down to the lawn impaling one of the ground’s watchmen.

“Wake up, Harry…,” he growled, releasing his hold slowly from his claw to make sure he would not fall. “They know we’re here, and I really don’t fucking care. You need to be ready. Are you awake? Can I count on you to rescue my son or any egg you see?”

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It wasn’t right in Harry’s eyes. Insane pirate or not, he was human now to as he’d always been. It made him think of a more extreme and crueler King of Auradon. 

Disgust was an understatement. Pan had the right idea in taking more kids, but Harry now needed to plan on helping them to.

His thoughts were on the fear as the man drove at a speed that caused to many close calls as he didn’t stop for red lights and swerved with mad luck through traffic.

And he turned, causing the car’s tires to skid as he veered left. The heat was overwhelming and Harry was trying to focus, “turn it down or I will be out as will the guy” It wasn’t a request. It was to hot for the sea loving pirate, far to hot. It was making his vision blur.

Harry’s words were coming to late as he began to fall over on the dragon’s shoulder, losing consciousness temporarily from the heat and panting heavily.

The ride in the car had felt like fucking forever, but he had kept himself busy watching the live broadcast on his cell in regards to his threat to exterminate all the human children - this time he meant it for real. They take or hurt his, it was only fair …

Already the news was buzzing and people were running rampant about their children and what this meant.

But Tom’s distraction waned as soon as he caught the scent of his son’s pet’s scent. It was unmistakable, and his darted focus pinpointed on that damn fucking hidden Order whereabouts that had somehow escaped his wrath when he escaped.

“I know where they are,” he said to Harry as his gaze slitted eerily. Head leaned forward to the driver. “Turn left here …. and then outward toward to those trees. The base is hidden out of the city.

He sniffed, again… and then he smelled Devrim’s.

The heat in the car became so massive that the windows started to crack and pop and the radio and cell connection went out.

Tom controlled it to keep Harry and his driver alive, but ohhhhhhhhhh he was fuming… How had they somehow caused Dev to bleed?

Unless something else had happened… something with this egg?

“Drive faster. FASTER GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!!!” he screamed blowing his calm reserve as the compelled man hit the gas with everything.

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“Oh com- yer breath smells--” Was his last words for now as he was snapped in two and eaten.

Once again he revived.. a little more gory-like given his body had to literally reform itself, “okay ye done?”

So Harry listened and frowned some... “I think yer full of it, Tommy~ Yer part of mi family tae rather ye like it or nae. Ye will nae forget that, but ye also will nae forget mi dying for a dragon, fighting fer ‘im tooth and nail against monsters that are either twisted demons and fucked up humans. I’d dae the same fer ye tae, even with that stick up yer arse.”

“Hmm maybe Max is special.. but so is Devrim. Ye need tae talk tae ‘im once he comes home.” He may have misjudged him partly. “Pretty sure the guy’s human.. he freaked out more than Chad Charming... again nae a compliment given the wee bugger is a spineless weasel. But he at least stayed with Devrim, otherwise he’d have been hooked by mi.” No one breaks his little Devy’s heart. 

Harry didn’t notice, nor did he notice the limits.. or maybe the eerie warning that there was only so many more times he can do it. “Great tae know we’re on the same wavelength, knew we’d get along.” 

“Besides I think we need tae leave a note fer Maxi Pad’s dads... given the house looked like a murder and explosion went off. Alright lets gae” And his eye shadow was gone.. eerily looking a little more like a disheveled Sebastian or Max. 

Who would be standing across the road, watching the destroyed house, isn’t exactly the most inconspicuous man either.

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And there was the wrath… unfortunately for Tom, if he believed that some torture was going to change his tune, well… its like he wouldn’t know Harry at all.

Still he fell forward, “bassa thinks he’s gonnae shut mi up.” He chuckled. It was his realm after all.. needless to say, Tom could kill him 3 million times in 3 million different ways and Harry would not shut up, especially here. 

“Eat mi fully next time, why don’t ye?” Harry’s mouth clearly was the death of him.

He still howled in great pain though, that wouldn’t change either. His other arm ran over the dark and tough scales. The face of the one that hurt his love.. how he wished it was opposite.. he’d have loved to tear his scales off one by one and take out each tooth, talon, horn, wing.. and still he’d think that slow death and torture was still to kind of a thought after what he had done to his Wilkiam.. 

I hope the fathers make yer pain endless and humiliating, Thomas Killian.

His light left his eyes and there was one difference this time… it was taking longer and longer for the boy to revive. Harry didn’t notice but each time he died it seemed to take a minute longer for him to come back, clothes torn to rags and he pulled off his ruined top that was covered in his blood, “hope ye get indigestion.”

“The reason I’m against what ye intend on the children is what this place stood fer. Heroes… damning their villains to endless eternity.. and turning away from the children that were bore here and died in ways that would make even yer cold heart break. Ye blame the innocent for what monsters their parents are. What will that breed laddie? It breeds more of mi… more of Mal, Carlos, Uma..”  He looks around. Tom can be up his own ass all he wants but Harry still saw the horrors in his nightmares. “I guess one that only knows hate and killing cannae turn and think that there is more.” 

Harry put his hand on his own stomach. “It was there. It was a lump… Max felt it, I saw it. Devrim is terrified at what ye may dae tae ‘im.” He looks elsewhere. “And yet yer gonnae bae a grandpa. I would nae have believed it myself, much less believed a human could make a union.”

“Devrim has an egg, he is pregnant.. and he’s terrified. Max is staying with ‘im. He loves a dragon and is scared but he’s there.. and I dread more because they not only have Dev, but they have his mate to..” He turns to the dragon, “yes, his mate, ye’d dae anything fer yers, what would he dae fer his?” 

“What I hold over them is madness. They are mad in their own right, but I am even more sae, Tommy.” He sighs, “They have an hour tae get what they want from Devy, we got an hour to play them like a cheap drunk sailor. Get more than what ye bargain fer, mi heartie. We get Devy back, and information they donnae know they’re giving.”

“Order likes tae rub shite in our faces.”

Did he think this would shut Harry up? No, .. but the taste of his bone and bloody flesh tasted great … so did that delicious sound of his temporary howling of pain.

Eat him next time?

“I will~, “ he stated just before he shoved Harry’s entire lower half in his mouth, flipped his head back as he swallowed his lower half right in front of him.

“You act like I care about children and your pain, Harry~,” his voice rolled in that deep reverberating way. “I don’t blame innocents for what their parents did.. I just want to murder them.”

“I only care about my kin. If you think for one second that I care about you or your upbringing, you’re wrong. You’re alive because I care about Devrim, and you are just crazy enough to follow him to your multiple deaths in order to watch out for him and help keep him safe. Otherwise, I would have eaten you in the other realm for your insubordination ages ago… and for what you did to Devrim. I will never forget that, Harry.”

Tom did listen, though, to Harry’s explanation of the egg and Devrim’s terror.

“It doesn’t make sense … and I’m not going to do anything to Devrim.. You don’t know me at all, otherwise, you and Devrim would have known that for the last seven hundred years I tried to do the very same thing that Devrim has done. I tried to breed with humans to help my species come back, when I thought I was the only dragon of my kind left. I will not harm this egg. I’m more concerned about how that is even possible. I tried for hundreds of years. That’s how I know that Dragons can not mate with a human species. Our DNA does not mix. Max must not be who he says he is. I’ll get both of them.”

He waited for Harry to come back to life as the boy finally died and Tom did notice the lengthier time. It would make sense that defying death even in a magical realm would eventually have it’s limits. It wasn’t natural.

He quickly pulled Harry back through the portal and locked it closed.

“Alright. I use your scent to track them. You’re right. It’s on them. We’ll start at the house. Grab some clean clothes in the spare closet. Your blood is a dead giveaway.”

Tom grabbed his overcoat and flicked the color up higher over his scales that were still showing.