Author's Note: So here be chapter for of Strange Relations. Did't really work on it much but I figured it needed to be updated. I really really need to work on Shattered Realities but I haven't felt like it for a few months. Oh well. Had fun writing this chapter. Mostly cause I wrote it at my Mom's where there is NOTHING to do other than write and for some reason this fic seems to write itself out there. So cause I haven't updated in a while this chap is a bit bigger. Anyways, here it is! Enjoy!

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Tyson and his partner sat on a comfortable crimson chesterfield() in the Gryfindor Common Room surrounded by his cousin and her friends. The Headmaster had sent them there to wait while the staff talked amoungst themselves.

"So who's this? Don't tell me your cousin has a twin!" Ron said, slightly worried that just might be the case. There was already a pair of terror twins in Gryfindor. They didn't need another set.

"I don't know who he is Ron! Why don't you ask Tyson?" Hermione said, slightly frustrated with her red headed best friend. Really! It wasn't as if Tyson couldn't speak english. There was no reason Ron couldn't speak up and ask his own questions. Even though she was dieing to find out who the stranger who resembled her cousin was.

Harry just sat silently, watching the two blue haired boys. The unknown one seemed to be clinging to Tyson, and would often flex his hand or stare off at nothing in particular.

Unknown to the Golden Trio, the two sitting on the soft chesterfield were having their own little mental discussion on what to tell the three. They were also trying to figure out what to tell the teaching staff of Hogwarts as the Head Master, Dumbledor had let them go after making sure that his friend was no danger to the students of the school.

/Dragoon, what would they do if they found out?/ Tyson asked, staring at the strange wand in his hand. The wand that had been the catalyst to their new found problem.

The other blue haired sighed to himself. He didn't know what to do. They could tell the staff of Hogwarts, but what then? Would they take him away from Tyson? Would they let him be, knowing that he was a potential danger to all of the students and teachers of Hogwarts?

I do not know Master Tyson...there are many things that they could do. Most of them would not be pleasant for myself. I...I do not know what to do. It has been so long since I have had a body. When I had died my spirit refused to leave this realm and I was trapped as a Bit Beast. That is essentially what all the other Bit Beasts are, spirits like myself, trapped in an object of power. And if that frightens them enough...there are things that they could do that would send me away from thins world and onto the nextDragoon said slowly, shifting so that he and Tyson were both more comfortable with the way they were sitting.

Dragoon didn't understand why he had a body, though he assumed it had something to do with the wand that Tyson now carried. What was it that the old man who had given it to Tyson said? The core was...dragon heartstring. Dragoon's eyes slitted, golden eyes narrowed as he turned his face into Tyson's shoulder to hide from the human children that were staring at him and his Master. How dare someone kill a dragon for their heart?! It was outrageous and Dragoon didn't know what to do about it.

Emotions that were so easily hidden before rushed through Dragoon, making him rememer that, yes, he had fallen in love with his Master, and yes, said Master was holding him protectively.

Dragoon sighed and tried to let everything flow out of him. Tyson had not said anything or done anything since Dragoon had answered him. Pulling himself out of the protective embrace that Tyson's arms had provided, Dragoon finally spoke aloud.

"Master Tyson, they will eventually come to get answers from us. I suggest that we go to them...that way there will be less trouble" Dragoon said softly. There was no way they could hide forever, and it was better that they told the truth than try to mask everything with a lie.

"If that is what you wish..." Tyson whispered and stood, his head bowed ever so slightly so that his long spikey bangs hid his face from those gathered near the two blue haired boys.

"Oi! Wait a minute! What on earth is going on?" Ron burst out, the Golden Trio rising, not wanting the two to leave with out answering their questions.

"Nothing that concerns you" Dragoon spoke, his eyes almost glowing with power as he stood and seemingly glided over to Tyson who was standing silently near the Common Room doors.

The two left silently, not touching which was odd considering when they came in it seemed as if they let go of each other, the other would collapse with out the support of the others.

Master Tyson?Dragoon asked, reaching out to touch his only close friend. Tyson slipped away from his touch, and finally lifted his head. Silver tears were tracked down his cheek and more were threatening to fall to their doom.

Dragoon's heart nearly broke. Had...had he caused this?

"Master Tyson...I..." Dragoon tried to speak, his voice breaking at the tension in the air.

/Don't! Just don't! I...I...how...how can...no...I...I don't want to lose you Dragoon. And stop calling me your master! I thought we were friends...You were my first friend. Please, isn't there something we can do? Somewhere we can go?/ Tyson pleaded with the ancient dragon.

Ma...Tyson...these people are powerful, these type of people have been around for millenia's. They would find us, no matter where we hide. It's better that we face this now instead of spending forever hiding from themDragoon said solemnly. It was hard for him to call Tyson by only his first name. If he added Master it held up the barrier between them and kept him from doing something foolish. And those people...he didn't want to go to them. He didn't want to...they might take him away from Tyson...and that...that would be far worse than any bodily pain they could inflict upon him.

/...alright Dragoon.../ Tyson whispered down their mind link, half closing it off from the dragon so that he could not feel the anxiety that Tyson felt. Tyson looked up at the giant gargoyle statue that was guarding the entrance to the Headmasters office.

A sleeve wiped away the semi-dried tears from his face. Tyson stared at Dragoon a moment before the human looking dragon turned away, a light blush on his face. What was up with Dragoon?

"Oi! Open up!" Tyson demanded the statue, done trying to figure a way to get into the office, taking a better route of just yelling at the statue in his way. Hands on his hips, he was tempted to try and push the statue out of the way when it sprang to the side to allow them in. It snickered as they passed before moving back to the entrance to block any possible escape.

"..." Dragoon looked back apprihensively. Did the statue move back because it didn't want anyone else to get in while they were talking? Or was it so that he and Tyson could not escape if they needed to?

"Ah, I see young Mr.Granger and his friend have finally arrived" A strange voice that Tyson did not recognize said in a rather light tone that did not seem to fit the mood that hovered around the room.

Tyson looked up and saw a rather short man with a white beard and pointed ears. He seemed to be the friendly and helpful sort but Tyson knew that if the gathered Teachers of Hogwarts saw Dragoon as a threat they would have no real qualms with disposing of the dragon.

Not all of the Hogwarts staff was there but those that were all carried the same serious expression upon their face. They would deal with this accordingly.

"Well Mr.Granger, I suggest that either you or your friend tell us where he came from, who he is and what his intentions are" Snape bit out harshly causing. He wanted his annoying child out of the way. The boy was a Granger, related to one of the Golden Trio, and that meant trouble for him and undoubtedly the rest of Hogwarts.

"Where do we even start?" Tyson asked, slightly unnerved by the greasy haried Proffesor's actions and voice. Tyson and Dragoon stayed close together, not moving for fear of seperation.

"The beginning is usually a good place to start my boy. There is no need for you to worry. Nothing bad will happen to you or you're friend. You have my word as HeadMaster of this school. Lemon Drop?" Dumbledor said, a mad twinkle in his cornflower blue eyes that for some odd reason seemed to reasure Tyson. Even if it was only slightly. Tyson and Dragoon both declined the yellow sweet.

"Mast...Tyson and I have known each other for a little less than a year now. It is only with in the last month that we have been able to talk to each other. I am Dragoon. A storm dragon of long ago. I do not quite remember how I died...only that when I did there was one of the worst storms ever. My spirit was not yet ready to cross over and so I lingered and found myself entrapped in a mighty sword. I was bound there for somewhere around 500 years. I can not say of the exact date I was stuck in the sword...but I remember clearly the day I met my new Master. I did not believe what I was seeing. A member of the Kinomiya family was bowing before the sword I was in and praying and pleading for me to lend me strength. That was something that no human had ever done to me before. Even Tyson's Grandfather had not done anything like that. Everyone of them had taken my power and used it as there own. And there Tyson was, kneeling in front of the sword and asking...treating me like an equal, and I, somewhat foolishly jumped ship so to speak. I hurtled my spirit into the weapon of this day and age. The one Tyson carried. A BeyBlade. We fought together, facing many trials and not always winning...but we did it together and in our last battle we faced something that we could not possibly beat. Yet we won anyway. Tyson believed in me and granted me strength. His strength. His power. Together we defeated our foe and saved the World from the clutches of Voltaire" Dragoon spoke freely and none of the staff dared interupt him. He seemed to carry a power...a charismaticness that drew all of them in, like a Veela or Siren. Dragoon had not moved from Tyson's side while he had told his story and the only move he made was to pull out his and Tyson's BeyBlade to show them when he spoke of it.

There was silence as the faculty and Tyson took all of this in.

Tyson didn't know much about Dragoon or how he got in the sword, only that the sword had been in his Grandfather's and his Mother's family for years. The Kinomiya's were famed for their swordsmanship. His father, a Granger had somehow managed to snag his Mother's heart.

"Well, that is quite the tale Mr.Dragoon. What proof do you have that you are not making this up?" McGonagal asked, her voice and face set in a stern manner. It was quite the story that they had just been told. It was almost to fantastical to be real. Almost. This was the wizarding world after all.

/Dragoon...I'm sorry/ Tyson whispered as the teachers continued to look down at the duo as if they were studying something in a pitri dish.

Dragoon frowned and turned to his closest friend and master. A confuzed look crossed the dragons face. What was Tyson apologizing for?

"Tyson...what are you apologizing for?" Dragoon asked, confuzing everyone else other than Tyson in the room. They had not heard Tyson's mental question.

"I.../For what my family has done/...for...everything /For everything. You shouldn't have had to go through any of it/ None of it." Tyson said, speaking physically and mentally making a few eyebrows rise at the strange conversation.

"Tyson..." Dragoon whispered. I don't deserve a friend like you. He squeezed Tyson's arm, telling his that it didn't matter. It was gone, in the past.

"Well other than that rather odd conversation, I fear I must agree with Minerva. You carry no proof of what you claim. Though I am willing to give you the benifit of the doubt. This comes mostly from the fact that you managed not to answer our question of how Dragoon got here" Dumbledor said, an infuriatingly catchy smile on his lips.

"Oh...well...we're not quite sure how that happened. One minute I was in my Beyblade and the next I was standing in the middle of that room..." Dragoon offered easily. Perhaps if he was willing to answer questions easily they would be more likely to believe him and leave Tyson and himself alone.

"Yes, that was quite the display of raw magic earlier. Strange thing always do happen when raw magic is let loose, untrained. That would certainly explain this, don't you think Severus?" Dumbledor rambled, turning to Proffesor Snape who had been silent the entire time.

"I would find it rather conveniant myself Albus...but I'm sure that is quite enough evidence for you to allow this boy and his...pet dragon to stay here. I'm sure having a dragon turned human should be no different than having a werewolf running around the school" Snape said, his lips a thin line on his face.

"What's wrong with dragons? And for that matter, whats wrong with werewolves?" Tyson asked in a demanding tone. He wasn't about to let someone(even a teacher) badmouth two of his friends.

"Mr. Granger, in our world, dragons and werewolves are considered dangerous creatures" Madam Hooch explained slowly to the young boy. One would think either of those would be assumed as a danger.

"Alright, it is getting rather late. I propose that we discuss this further another time when it is not so late. I'm sure Dragoon and Tyson can give us their words that they won't get into any trouble?" Dumbledor asked, a mischevious glint in his sparkling blue eyes.

M...Tyson I'm not sure this is really a good idea...Dragoon said aprehensively. He still did not trust these people.

"We give you our word as World Champs!" Tyson swore before Dragoon could stop him from binding them both with his words.

"Very well then! Off with the both of you!" Dumbledor said, making a shooing motion with his hands, ushering both blue haired boys away. Probably so the faculty could speak about what Dragoon had spoken of.

The two made their way silently.

Neither of them spoke except to utter the password to Gryffindor tower.

They trudged up the stairs to the boys common room where they shared a room with three other boys. Tyson couldn't remember their names and at the moment couldn't really bring himself to care. He was tired and his mind was going a mile a minute from what Dragoon had spoken of about his past. Tyson knew that it wasn't a nearly complete version but it was a beginning.

A thought came to him suddenly.

There was two of them. Dragoon and Tyson.

One bed.

Joy.

/Dragoon, c'mon, I'm to tired to try and figure out what to do. We'll just share the bed/ Tyson said, speaking mentally so that they wouldn't wake the other three boys in the room. Tyson flopped onto the bed, curling up on his side, his face nearly pressed to the wall.

Dragoon thanked whatever Gods were listening for the fact that Tyson was turned away and couldn't see him blushing.

A..al..alright Master TysonDragoon stuttered and sat down on the edge of the bed, as far away from Tyson that he could get with out falling off of the large bed.

They were both asleep in minutes.

Morning came much to soon for the blue haired boys. Sunlight streamed through a window to land upon them, where it splashed and glittered in their hair before falling farther down revealing the fact that they had curled up together sometime in the night. Dragoon had managed to wrap and arm around Tyson while the younger had some how worked his way to snuggle up underneith the dragon's chin. All in all they looked rather cute.

Tyson yawned and opened his storm blue eyes to stare at confuzed gold eyes that had blazing patches of red underneith them. Dragoon it would appear, could blush rather well.

Master Tyson! Forgive me!Dragoon pleaded as he tore away from the other quickly, looking away as his face lit up in a bright red.

/Huh? Dragoon...? S'tearly...Whater you talkin bout?/ Tyson yawned, sleep fogged mind not seeing what was wrong with the way they were laying. It was comfy after all.

Dragoon would not answer, nor would he meet Tyson's eyes. He couldn't believe he had done that! How would Tyson ever forgive him for holding him like that? In a way that was definately not the way a friend would hold a friend.

Dragoon got up, dark blue cloak swirling about him as he ran off. He couldn't bare to face his friend and master right now. He didn't want to see Tyson's reaction when he was more awake.

He ran through that halls and out of the main castle door and into the near by forest.

He needed to think and the dark security of the forest beconned him.

He thought naught of the dangers that could have lurked there, only of the deperate need to be away...

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And that is where I leave it cause its three in the morn and I need to sleep cause I work tomorrow. Fun fun. So please review and tell me what you think.

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()- For those of you that don't know, a chesterfield is a couch or a sofa or a davenport. Lotsa other words for it I imagine but I'm not gonna bother with it all. So nyeh. Oh, and you're not likely to find it in any dictionary. Though it is in the one on weird. Meh. But ha! It doesn't have poutine...mmmm...poutine...drools Damn...now I want some. Its soooo tasty.