(Over the years, I wanted to go back and look at what I wrote 10 years ago, and thought it could use a rewrite. You have a different perspective in writing when you are 30 as compared to when I was an angsting teenager who was writing a power trip. The one thing I want to emphasize is that all the main characters in the story, especially in the Harry Potter storyline, is that they are children often put into circumstances no child should ever find themselves in.)
Giljaras Dragoner was an eleven year old boy with great potential. The child of two deceased diplomats, his homecountry of Rowheigh had been taken over by the Malthinae, who Draconia has been waging a long struggle against.
In order to combat this threat, Draconia has sought to acquire new forms of technology, magic, spells and having discovered the ability to cross time and space, and sent their warriors to distant realms, had decided upon a policy of infiltration and recovery.
One of these agents would be the young boy Giljaras, who had only recently bonded with his equally young dragon Drakreanor. Especially trained for survival, combat and secrecy, one should not forget that he was a mere boy. His mission was to infiltrate a place called Hogwarts and learn its magic, so that when he returned, as a grown up, it could be used by his people. The reason he was being sent as a boy was that he would be a blank slate, and that few would suspect a boy rather than a grown man. Needless to say, the notion of sending a boy on such a mission was deeply controversial
"Lord Alacand!" said one member of Draconia's ruling council, "The notion of sending young Giljaras to another realm is completely unethical! He is a mere boy! You cannot expect an 11 year old to carry out this mission!"
"You would normally be right, but desperate times require desperate measures. The Malthinae continue to advance against Draconia's interests, and to stop them we must acquire new technologies, magic and techniques to combat them. However, I have faith in young Giljaras and Drakreanor, who despite their youth have displayed enormous potential in the art of combat and magic."
"That may be true, but why not send an emissary? Why not an adult rather than a child?" said another councilmember.
"The magic that is taught in the realm in question require a significant learning period that must be done from childhood in order to properly acquire. Furthermore, our agent must be one who would be able to grow with the primary individuals of great import of that realm, who at that time we are sending our agent, are children as well," explained Lord Alacand. "Still, there is a point that a child of that age should not be expected to do so on his own, so therefore I ask for one of you to act as his guardian, to keep an eye on the boy and ensure that he remains focused on his ultimate mission."
The gathered councilmembers, accomplished magic users, warriors and statemen all, stared at Lord Alacand as though he were mad. He was sending a boy and a fledgling to die for his country. An unspoken consensus amongst many of the councilmembers was that Draconia wouldn't be in this predicament had he shown better leadership, such as how his neglect had resulted in the fall of Rowheigh to the Malthinae. Alacand had reacted to that failure by overcompensating, with mad plans such as the one that was to send an 11 year old boy to another realm. The Dragoonlord owed his position to that of his bonded dragon, Lord Aramanth, who was draconic royalty. Unfortunately for Draconia, its outdated political system meant that as well as Lord Aramanth governed the draconic population of Draconia, so long as Alacand was bonded with Aramanth, Lord Alacand would maintain his position. While dragonkind maintained a solid support for their monarchical style of governance, where its prominent clan lords made up the legislature, the human population didn't like the fact that they had a limited means of selecting their leadership. However, a political shake up by deposing Alacand would create a political crisis that no sane politician wanted, especially with the Malthinae ready to exploit any weakness.
Finally, a bearded man clad in a robe stepped forward. Contrary to belief, he was actually one of the younger members of the council, and held great empathy for the young boy Giljaras, who was to be sent on this mission. Melchior had the countenance of a ranger, with brown eyes a scarred face.
"I, Sir Melchior, will go to accompany young Giljaras and Drakreanor to this realm called Hogwarts," said Melchior.
"What? You are one of our best warriors! We will need you against the Malthinae!" said Alacand.
"It is either you send me, or you can forget about your mad plan to send a young boy and a fledgling dragon to another realm," said Melchior, standing up.
"Very well, Sir Melchior, I shall allow you to accompany young Giljaras," said Alacand. "Do not let me down."
"I will not sir," said Melchior.
In the meantime, young Giljaras was busy gathering up all this stuff for the mission.
"A wand, books, robes," said Giljaras. "I look ridiculous don't I?"
Drakreanor chortled, "I am not one to judge when it comes to humanoid clothing. I imagine that it could be worse."
"Yeah, well you don't really have to do anything except stay in the forest and eat anything you want," pouted Giljaras. One thing that Giljaras had learned about his companion was that dragons loved to eat, and eat and eat and eat, and picking up after them was a terrible chore. Many kids like him dreamed of having a dragon companion, and growing up to fight the evil Malthinae, and Giljaras had also thought it a dream come true, but by the Ancestors it was so much work!
Yup, it sure stinks to be you, replied Drakreanor smugly, folding his wings.
"Settle down now Drakreanor," said his guardian Melchior, "I shall make sure that you have plenty to do while you are there."
"Melchior!" said Giljaras. "Does that mean you're coming with us?"
"In a sense yes. I'll be there to make sure the two of you stay out of excessive trouble," said Melchior, patting the juvenile dragon a couple of times on the nose. Melchior had had a number of opportunities for impressment to dragonkind, but none had selected him, which Giljaras had also felt was unfair. He seemed to be the only adult who wasn't well... super strict.
"And what are you going to be doing Sir Melchior?" asked Giljaras.
"I'll just be a friendly ranger who is applying to a job as the assistant groundskeeper while I am there, as I have a facination with exotic creatures that will be useful. However, I shall be firmly in the background while you are at school."
"School, right..." said Giljaras. He didn't have too many friends amongst the other initiate dragon warriors, aside from perhaps Leblanc. He didn't think that anybody would really miss him though, as he had no other family who had made it out of Rowheigh when the Malthinae had taken it over.
"Buck up boy. You'll make all sorts of new friends there. Now then, lets go over some of the rules of engagement shall we?"
"Okay. So... first of all, I am not to tell anybody there about Draconia."
"That's correct, and if you are unsure as to what you can tell, come to see me and we can work something out. What's the next most important rule?"
"No dragon magic or breath attacks while I am at Hogwarts, except under a dire, life threatening emergency and if somebody finds Drak, tell them that I come from a family of dragontamers."
"Ha!! As if a dragon can be tamed by mere humans!" crowed Drakreanor, finding the very notion that he was some sort of mounted creature as a joke. There was the illusion amongst commoners that the Dragon Riders controlled dragons as mounts, but nothing could be further from the truth. It was a partnership that a dragon freely gave to a bonded human, and a human who attempted to exert his or her will over a dragon to turn the dragon into a mere servant would never be allowed.
"Yes, yes, we all know how mighty you are Drakreanor," said Melchior with deference. Drakreanor huffed with satisfaction. Dragons, being as powerful as they were, also tended to be very arrogant creatures as well, and enjoyed being flattered by what they perceived as the 'smaller races'.
"Don't encourage him Melchior! That overgrown lizard will just get even more full of himself!" replied Giljaras. Drakreanor snorted. Usually, the displeasure of even a juvenile dragon would cause most to cower, but Giljaras was not one of them. He indeed was sometimes just a big annoying overgrown lizard who boasted of his own pre-eminence too much.
"On the contrary, Giljaras, I believe that you could learn a bit more of respect like Melchior," Drakreanor asserted.
"Now then, enough dawdling you two, I believe it is time for us to be off, have you said goodbye to whoever you want to say goodbye to?" said Melchior.
"Ummm... I think so. I said bye to Leblanc, and Drak said bye to some of his dragon friends, but uh... lets just go then!" said Giljaras.
"Very well then," said Melchior.
Giljaras took his place on Drakreanor's saddle, with Melchior seated right behind him.
"You remember how to summon a portal correct Drakreanor?" said Melchior.
Of course! Who do you think I am! said Drakreanor, as though conjuring a portal that led to a different realm was trivial.
"Then lets go!"
Drakreanor closed his eyes, and a blue portal opened.
Hold on tight everyone!! said Drakreanor, and with a mighty roar, he leapt in!
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