Chapter 3: Mama, We All Go to Hell.

The day had started out so simply at Hogwarts. The birds sang, the bees buzzed, the Whomping Willow battered any fools that close by, and the Forbidden Forest made all sorts of unpleasant and cheerful sounds.

Everything froze in fear, the grounds of Hogwarts shook, birds taking to air and small animals rolling over and dying. All because of one word.

More of a shout, really.


For Hermione, the day had started out with a shock. She could utilize the Thu'um, if barely. And that meant that she could learn many new things.

And she knew just who to ask.

Aelan was pacing on the top of the Astronomy Tower, peering up into the sky every once in a while, then shaking his head and mumbling to himself.

This is where Hermione found him.

She blinked in confusion, watching Aelan pace, stare, mutter, shake, pace, etc. "Uh…Aelan?" Said hunter looked at her, an eyebrow quirked. "Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

He shrugged. "Just thinking about my story. It's hardly believable, and I think that someone will probably ask me about my home sooner or later, so I was trying to think of a suitable excuse."

Hermione nodded distractedly. "That is a good idea. Um…ah…Aelan?"

"What's up, Hermione? Khajit got your tongue?"

She looked down and away, unsure of how to say what was on her mind. "Aelan…I think I might be…a Dragonborn."

Aelan's pacing stopped abruptly, and he spun on his heel, now facing her, his eyes questioning. "Really? Why do you think that?"

Hermione took a deep breath, and focused on the feeling of power running through her veins. She opened her eyes, and whispered, "…Fus!"

Aelan stumbled back a step as the force of the Shout pushed him a little. His eyes went wide, and had Hermione not been scared out of her mind, she would have giggled.

"How? How did this happen?" Aelan began pacing and muttering again, worrying over this news. "Did you hear chanting when I Shouted at that blonde-haired twit who kept insulting you?"

Hermione nodded rapidly. "How did you know?"

Aelan grabbed his hair in frustration. "Shit! I didn't mean to share my knowledge of the word with you, just show that ass who he was messing with! Why, Talos, why? Why does weird shit always happen to me?"

She was loath to interrupt Aelan's rant, but Hermione needed to bring up a very important point. "Um…Aelan? What if you shared your knowledge with more than just me?"

Aelan's head whipped around, eyes panicked.


His voice thundered around her, making the whole castle shake to its foundations. Hermione collapsed, crying out in pain as she clutched her ears, blood flowing from her ruptured ear drums. She closed her eyes and whimpered as tears trickled down her cheeks.

She felt warm hands encase her own, and the pain in her ears lessened to the point were she was able to open her eyes, seeing Aelan's regretful emerald eyes looking into her own, with a glow coming from his hands.

Eventually, the pain disappeared entirely, and she was able to hear once again. "I'm sorry, Hermione." Aelan murmured, hugging the brown-haired witch. "Sometimes, when I get angry or upset, I can't control the power of my voice. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Hermione nodded, and Aelan stood, helping Hermione to her feet as well. "Thank you. Now, how about we get out of here before someone comes to investigate the noise?"

The rest of the month passed without much fanfare. Aelan trained Hermione in how to use the Thu'um, and her progress was incredible, only matched by his when he studied under the tutelage of the Greybeards, or, 'Loud, grumpy old men," as Aelan called them.

He only taught her a few shouts, mainly diversionary ones, such as "Become Ethereal", and "Disarm", as well as "Throw Voice". Hermione, being the smart witch that she is, noticed something strange about the way Aelan Shouted.

When she brought this up, Aelan explained to her that he was special, even among Dragonborn. He could use multiple Shouts on end, and even combine Shouts together to devastating effect. He didn't know how he could do it, but it was a useful skill.

October thirty-first, a day many looked forward to. The students were released from classes early, so they could give a good showing in front of the delegates from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

Aelan and Hermione stood next to each other, chatting quietly about their classes, when a cry came from a first year up in the front.

"Look! In the sky!"

Many necks craned to look into the sky, spotting a dark shape heading straight towards the castle, growing larger every second.

Aelan narrowed his eyes and muttered, "Gut (Far), Ruvaak (Raven), Miin (Eyes). (Sharpen Sight)"

His vision zoomed in, picking up the details of the shape. It was a carriage, powder blue, about the size of a house, being pulled by six winged white horses. He saw the Beauxbatons coat of arms on the door of the carriage.

"What do you think is pulling it?" An excitable student asked.

"It's being flown by six white horses with wings." Aelan said, loud enough to kill the mutters that were flying around.

One of the seventh years looked up at the shape in the sky, which was still far away. She glanced at Aelan suspiciously, and jerked back in surprise.

Aelan's eyes were pitch black, resembling those of a bird.

Then he blinked, and his eyes were back to their normal emerald green.

The Beauxbatons carriage landed harshly, bumping against the ground and skidding. The groundskeeper, a really big man named Hagrid attempted to calm the horses down, but it was a practice in futility as the horses were bigger than he was.

A boy hopped out of the carriage, and set down a set of golden steps, graciously helping an extremely tall woman out. Following the tall woman, came several girls and a few boys. Most of them shivered, as they were wearing thin shawls and robes, which was not a smart choice, especially during Fall in Scotland.

"Dumbly-door," the tall woman purred in a French accent. Dumbledore stepped forward and shook hands with the woman, his pointed hat barely tickling her chin.

"It is good to see you again, Madame Maxime." Dumbledore greeted.

Madame Maxime made a wide sweeping gesture over her students, and stated, "Zeez are my students, Dumbly-door. Can you zhow us inzide? Eet eez razher cold out 'ere."

Just as Dumbledore opened his mouth, a great sucking sound, like a plug being pulled from a giant drain sounded from the Black Lake.

Gasps of surprise littered the crowd of students, though the most notable exceptions were Aelan, Hermione, and a Beauxbatons girl with a shawl on her head, who just scoffed.

A large whirlpool swirled in the center of the lake, and a large mast rose from the depths, complete with crow's nest. Following it came the rest of the ship, and it was a very large ship indeed.

A gangplank thudded into the ground, and large, heavily furred, vaguely humanoid shapes moved through the dark towards them.

They stepped into the light, revealing themselves to be people wearing heavy furs and coats, with a man, who was tall, thin and had a douche-like goatee on his chin leading them.

He stepped up to Dumbledore and Maxime, greeting them with a yellowed smile and a greasy-sounding, "Hello, Dumbledore, Maxime! A rather warm night out, don't you think?"

Dumbledore and Maxime shook the man's hand, Maxime nodding and murmuring, "Karkaroff." While Dumbledore chuckled and led them both inside, their students following.

Aelan glanced at Hagrid, noticing the man still having trouble with the giant horses. Whispering to Hermione to save him a seat, he brushed past the other Hogwarts students who were rushing into the Great Hall.

He raised his hands, trying to calm the majestic creatures down, when the one in front suddenly whinnied and kicked, throwing Hagrid back, clutching his chest from the kick.

"Kaan Drem Ov!" Aelan yelled, throwing his hands out towards the beasts.

The whinnies died down, and the giant horses settled down, tails flicking back and forth. Aelan breathed a sigh of relief, then reached up and patted one of the horses' cheeks. "Good boy, good boy. Settle down, no one is going to hurt you." He said reassuringly.

Hagrid stared at Aelan in wonder. As he opened his mouth to ask a question, it was asked for him.

"'Ow did you do zhat?"

Aelan turned and found himself staring into a pair of the bluest eyes he had ever seen. The sapphire-like eyes were only a part of the prettiest face Aelan had ever seen, a heart-shaped face, a cute, small nose, and full, red, lips.

"I just told them to be calm." Aelan murmured, still patting the horse.

The girl tilted her head confusedly, and muttered, "But, usually zhey only respond to me. Strange." She tapped her chin, thinking.

Aelan watched her as she whispered to herself in rapidly in French. "Do you need something?"

The girl snapped out of her thinking trance, blushing lightly. "Zorry. I vas just zhinking." She stuck out her gloved hand, introducing herself. "'Ello, I'm a Fleur Delacour, from Beauxbatons."

Aelan took the hand and turned it, brushing his lips against the knuckles of her hand gently. "A pleasure to meet you, Fleur. My name is Aelan, just Aelan."

Fleur blushed, and pulled her hand back. She removed her shawl, letting her amazing, silvery-blonde hair cascade down her shoulders. She concentrated on her Allure, focusing it all on the young man in front of her, fully expecting him to drool and stare blankly.

Instead, Aelan just took in her whole face, now with the addition of the hair. She seemed to glow softly, like a firefly.

"Wow…" he breathed, "You're beautiful…"

Fleur blushed again, and cursed herself. You're supposed to be the one in control! Stop acting like a child! "Zhank you. You are quiet 'andsome, yourself."

Aelan wagged a finger. "Ah, but my rugged good looks pale in comparison to the heavenly beauty that is you."

Fleur laughed, a melodious, tinkling sound. She lightly swatted him on the arm. "Oh, stop eet! You are going to make me blush!"

Aelan chuckled and offered her his arm. "Well, fair maiden, would you care to accompany me to the Great Hall for dinner? I believe that we wouldn't want to miss the opening speech, and it is quiet cold out."

Fleur enfolded his arm with her own, feeling a shot of warmth shoot up her body, and they walked off, leaving a gaping Hagrid on the ground.

As they reached the Great Hall, a loud yelling made its' way into their eardrums. "Vat is zhat noise?" Fleur asked, arching an eyebrow as they entered the dining area.

What they saw, shocked them; Aelan more so.


Aela the Huntress held her greatsword out in front of her in a defensive stance, eyes darting back and forth between the two strange-robed men who were advancing forward cautiously, with sticks pointed at her. At her feet, lay the Elder Scroll, which disintegrated into dust.

"Put the weapon down!" One of the men yelled.

"Where is my son?" Aela shouted right back.

The two men looked at each other confusedly, when a familiar voice reached Aela's ears. "Mom?"

Aela whipped around, spotting the familiar black hair and emerald eyes she had come to love. "Aelan?" She whispered. She lowered her sword an inch, and all hell broke loose.

The two Aurors shot a combined stunning spell into Aela's back when she wasn't looking, knocking her off her feet and into the ground, her sword clattering away.


Aelan shouted out in fear, seeing his mother hit the ground, unmoving. He turned his furious gaze on the two smirking Aurors, rage obliterating all rational thought.


Pulling his arm from Fleur's grasp, he sprinted forward as they shot another combined stunner straight at Aelan. As if in slow motion, he jumped and flipped over the red jets, which impacted harmlessly into the wall.

"Wuld Nah Kest!" In a crack of thunder, Aelan vanished in a burst of speed, using his momentum to slide on the ground, jumping over his mother and slam both feet into the first Auror's face.

Flipping off, Aelan dodged the incarceration spell shot at him, kicking the wand out of the second Auror's hand. Following through and grabbing the his wrist, Aelan yanked him forward, burying his knee into the Auror's gut, kneeing him in the face, and then sliding forward, wrapping his arm around his neck and slamming him into the ground.

Aelan spun and lashed out, breaking the first Auror's wrist and sending his wand flying. Spinning on his heel, Aelan used the momentum of the spin and broke two of the Auror's ribs with a heavy punch to the side. He grabbed the Auror by the back of the head slammed it into the corer of the table closest to him, knocking him out cold.

Not even panting, Aelan dashed over to his mom, falling to his knees and shaking her, trying to wake her from the spells.


Focusing on his magic, Aelan's hands began to glow white. Setting his hands on his mom's head, he concentrated on healing her.

A white glow enveloped her body for a second, and then it dimmed, and finally, faded.

Aela's blue eyes fluttered open, locking onto Aelan's emerald ones.


A/N: That is the actual Dragon-tongue, folks.

If some of you are wondering, the pairing(s) as it stands so far, is Harry(Aelan)/Hermione/Fleur/?

Who do you think it should be? Review and tell me!

(And no, I'm not changing my mind…though, I could be persuaded y reviews…)

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