When Harry arrived at Privet Drive,

When Harry arrived at Privet Drive, it was already dark outside, not because of the dark clouds that covered the sky as it was when Harry left Severus' house, but really dark. A glance at his watch told him that it was around 11 PM. Harry winced slightly and thanked Merlin that he had separate access to the house. He certainly didn't want to have a talk with his aunt about why the hell he was out so late at night. Quietly he climbed the ladder into the attic and sprawled tiredly on the bed. He was too tired to notice the letters on the bed, or the dog in the garden. He cuddled his pillow and fell asleep.

…

Morning came rather abruptly. Harry woke up around 10 AM to the sounds of loud barking and his aunt's shrieking.

'What the hell are they doing?' – the boy wondered as he got out of bed and looked out of the window. The sight that greeted him was rather amusing: a severely underfed huge black dog was running around the garden with no consideration for the flowers and it was chased by aunt Petunia who was swinging the frying pan at the animal in fruitless efforts to chase it away. Harry snorted.

'Well, that's interesting.' – he thought as he put on some black pants and a green silk shirt – 'Still … I need to do research. Ryu-youkai… what the hell are those? At the very least it doesn't sound English… actually it doesn't sound like anything I've heard before…'

The boy bent down to put on his shoes and it was then that he noticed the letter on his bed.

'Well, I guess I know what was scratching my back…' – he chuckled and picked up the green envelope.

[Dear Harry,

I am writing to you on the request from a friend of mine, Aubrey White. She is the Weasley family healer. There have been complications after Ginny's time in the Chamber. Aubrey would like to meet you at the soonest possible moment. I've read over Ginny's files and can guarantee you that it is imperative that you meet with the woman. ]

Harry frowned. He had no idea what Pomfrey meant by 'complications', but considering his own situation, he figured he had no right to judge. As far as he himself was concerned, he had better things to do, however Ginevra was the twins' sister. The girl he risked his life to save.

'Darn it, I need to get rid of this saving people thing… or it just might be the death of me…' – whined Harry, as he glanced back at the letter.

[… if you're agreeable, than there is a coin in the envelope. It's a portkey. You need to touch it with your wand and say 'Infirmary'. It will bring you to my summer house. From there we can call Aubrey and arrange a visit immediately.

Poppy Pomfrey.]

Harry threw a glance at his aunt, who was still chasing the dog and sighed.

'I guess I'll do this first. It's like they're going to stop anytime soon…'

…

Harry landed in a heap and cursed. Portkeys were so not his favorite kind of transport.

"Ah, Harry!" – came the voice of the medi-witch – "You really should learn to land better… and there is no need for such bad language…"

"Well, if someone would bother to tell me just how do I keep myself from falling on my face when I use magical means of travel…" – grumbled the boy.

"Oh you poor baby…" – chuckled the witch and went to the floo to tell her friend that Harry Potter arrived. While the woman was away, Harry studied the room he was in. It was very cozy, with light brown wooden walls and soft rugs on the floor. The furniture was darker brown. There were several bookcases that soon drew Harry's attention and he was so engrossed in reading the titles, looking for something to catch his interest that he missed the return of Madam Pomfrey who was accompanied by another woman, no doubt the already mentioned Healer White.


While Harry was getting acquainted with Aubrey, Sirius was most certainly not having fun. At first when he woke up because of the frying pan that just narrowly missed him, Black thought it would be easy to evade the woman, but Petunia Dursley was very persistent. She spent two hours chasing him and swinging the damned thing. To his horror Sirius briefly wondered if it would be okay to Crucio the horse-like woman.

'Bad thoughts, Padfoot, bad thoughts!' – he chastised himself – 'You're not Bella, torturing muggles does NOT turn you on!'

Finally having enough, Sirius made a mad dash for the street and ran as far away as he could, while Harry's aunt huffed and went into the house, congratulating herself on the victory.


"Why would you need that memory?"- asked Harry defensively. He of course wanted to help Ginny, but giving the healer the memory in question could turn out to be a really bad thing.

Aubrey sighed. She could not tell the boy about the situation, since it was against her vow, but she saw that he was not eager to share the memory with her… it was like Potter was hiding something…

'Well even if he is, it's not his actions that interest me… but I will witness them none the less… and that is not something he's willing to allow…' – thought the old witch – 'Now how do I..? Oh!'

She gave the boy a smile, as a solution became obvious:

"Mr. Potter it is imperative that I view the memory. You say yourself you can't explain properly what happened, thus I need to view the memory to see what I can find. Of course I am willing to give you my oath as a healer that any information you reveal will stay confidential."

Harry hesitated. He knew logically that if he wanted to save the girl (and he did, she was after all Fred & George's younger sister) he had to let the woman view the memory… and thus with a heavy sigh he agreed quickly before the courage left him.

…

Aubrey White was an experienced healer. She had her fair share of strange cases. The woman knew the Ginny Weasley would top all of those, but only after she viewed the memory, did she realize just how extraordinary the whole thing actually was. The boy in front of her bonded with the basilisk of Salazar Slytherin himself… and she couldn't discuss it with anyone except Poppy. Still, now she had a much better understanding of what happened and how Ginny, who hasn't even had her first period yet, was pregnant. Of course she was aware of the fact that these things were possible and there were several cases of very early pregnancy. But the case was more complicated than that. What she witnessed in the memory explained everything and much more. The woman shook herself and gave the boy a smile:

"Thank you, Mr. Potter. You memory made everything clear. It will be difficult, but I know now what to do."

"Of course, Healer White. It was nice meeting you. I hope Ginny gets better soon."

With that Harry used the floo to go to Diagon Alley for some shopping.


Much to his disappointment, he only found several books that mentioned the Ruy-youkai and only in passing. Still, he found out that the 'dragon demons' were mainly a Japanese species. Or at least it began that way. Over time some of them went to other countries and settled there.

'Darn it, the most informative book I found was a muggle collection of legends… how weird is that?' – Harry complained to himself – 'Of course it is at least a good thing that they're not extinct or something… that would have certainly been something usual for my luck… still, I really need to find something that will tell me more about what being a dragon demon will mean for me… and about how coming into the said inheritance early would influence the development of my creature side…'

With a heavy sigh he shook his head and blinked in surprise. He picked up a lock of hair and brought it up to his eyes. It turned out light was not playing tricks on him – he had some bark blue strands, how many was a question the boy decided to answer as soon as he got his hands on a mirror. This was a curious change and Harry wondered if it was due to the glamour weakening, or if maybe it was part of the inheritance.

…

Sirius Black was nursing a huge bruise on his side when he saw his godson return to the house. He gave a sigh of relief. He had no idea what the trip with Snivellus was about, but he was very glad Harry seemed unhurt. The prison escapee wanted to introduce himself, but he didn't know what to say to the boy, how to persuade the child that he was not the one who sold out Lily and James to Voldemort.

'DARN IT! WHAT THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?' – the animagus wailed mentally, as he stared longingly at Harry's window.

The night was a long one, since all Padfoot did was stare at the window like a total loon. This single-mindedness of his was a rather new development and if one were to trust Bellatrix' opinion, it was an endearing quality. Endearing or not, tenacity was the thing he needed if he wanted to prove his innocence, Sirius decided. For the nth time since his escape, Sirius toyed with the idea of seeking out Dumbledore's help, but whether he liked it or not, his talk with the Lestranges was practically burnt into his mind. With all the new things he found out, Albus Dumbledore did not seem like a good choice of a person to help him. With a sigh the black thin dog closed his eyes and fell into a restless sleep.

…

While his dogfather was trying to get some sleep (not that Harry was aware of the man's existence), Harry Potter looked over the list he wrote out. No matter how he looked at it, there were just too many holes he couldn't fill on his own, which meant that he needed help with research. The twins, though probably the choice he would have preferred, were still living in one house with Molly Weasley as far as he knew and that woman was nowhere near being on his trust list. Thus Harry considered his other friends. All of them were purebloods like him and unlike him lived with their families. Thus, Harry figured, they would have access to more books that wouldn't normally be sold in Diagon Alley. He only needed to decide who to trust with his secret. First his thoughts turned to Pansy, but the girl could be such a gossip that Harry didn

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Khi Harry đi đến Privet Drive, nó đã tối bên ngoài, không phải vì những đám mây tối tăm bao phủ bầu trời như nó đã khi Harry đi Severus house, nhưng thực sự tối. Một glance tại chiếc đồng hồ nói với ông rằng nó đã là khoảng 11 PM. Harry winced hơi và cảm ơn Merlin rằng ông đã truy cập riêng biệt vào nhà. Ông chắc chắn không muốn có một cuộc nói chuyện với dì của mình về lý do tại sao các địa ngục ông ra muộn vào ban đêm. Lặng lẽ, ông leo lên các bậc thang thành căn gác và ả tiredly trên giường. Ông đã quá mệt mỏi để nhận thấy các chữ cái trên giường, hoặc con chó trong khu vườn. Ông cuddled gối của mình và rơi vào giấc ngủ.…Buổi sáng đến khá bất ngờ. Harry dậy khoảng 10 giờ sáng đến âm thanh của tiếng sủa và dì của mình của shrieking.'Địa ngục họ đang làm gì?'-cậu bé tự hỏi như ông đã nhận ra khỏi giường và nhìn qua cửa sổ. Cảnh đó chào đón anh ta là khá vui: một con chó đen lớn bị underfed đã chạy xung quanh Sân vườn với không có xem xét cho những bông hoa và nó đuổi bởi dì Petunia người swinging chảo lúc các động vật trong các nỗ lực không hiệu quả để đuổi nó đi. Harry snorted.'Vâng, đó là thú vị.'-ông nghĩ như ông đã đặt trên một số quần màu đen và một áo sơ mi lụa màu xanh lá cây-' vẫn còn... Tôi cần phải làm nghiên cứu. Ryu-youkai... những gì địa ngục là những? Ít nhất nó không âm thanh tiếng Anh... thực sự nó không âm thanh như bất cứ điều gì tôi đã nghe nói trước...'Cậu bé cong xuống đặt trên giày của mình và nó đã sau đó rằng ông nhận thấy các chữ cái trên giường của mình.'Well, I guess I know what was scratching my back…' – he chuckled and picked up the green envelope.[Dear Harry,I am writing to you on the request from a friend of mine, Aubrey White. She is the Weasley family healer. There have been complications after Ginny's time in the Chamber. Aubrey would like to meet you at the soonest possible moment. I've read over Ginny's files and can guarantee you that it is imperative that you meet with the woman. ]Harry frowned. He had no idea what Pomfrey meant by 'complications', but considering his own situation, he figured he had no right to judge. As far as he himself was concerned, he had better things to do, however Ginevra was the twins' sister. The girl he risked his life to save.'Darn it, I need to get rid of this saving people thing… or it just might be the death of me…' – whined Harry, as he glanced back at the letter.[… if you're agreeable, than there is a coin in the envelope. It's a portkey. You need to touch it with your wand and say 'Infirmary'. It will bring you to my summer house. From there we can call Aubrey and arrange a visit immediately.Poppy Pomfrey.]Harry threw a glance at his aunt, who was still chasing the dog and sighed.'I guess I'll do this first. It's like they're going to stop anytime soon…'…Harry landed in a heap and cursed. Portkeys were so not his favorite kind of transport."Ah, Harry!" – came the voice of the medi-witch – "You really should learn to land better… and there is no need for such bad language…""Well, if someone would bother to tell me just how do I keep myself from falling on my face when I use magical means of travel…" – grumbled the boy."Oh you poor baby…" – chuckled the witch and went to the floo to tell her friend that Harry Potter arrived. While the woman was away, Harry studied the room he was in. It was very cozy, with light brown wooden walls and soft rugs on the floor. The furniture was darker brown. There were several bookcases that soon drew Harry's attention and he was so engrossed in reading the titles, looking for something to catch his interest that he missed the return of Madam Pomfrey who was accompanied by another woman, no doubt the already mentioned Healer White.While Harry was getting acquainted with Aubrey, Sirius was most certainly not having fun. At first when he woke up because of the frying pan that just narrowly missed him, Black thought it would be easy to evade the woman, but Petunia Dursley was very persistent. She spent two hours chasing him and swinging the damned thing. To his horror Sirius briefly wondered if it would be okay to Crucio the horse-like woman.'Bad thoughts, Padfoot, bad thoughts!' – he chastised himself – 'You're not Bella, torturing muggles does NOT turn you on!' Finally having enough, Sirius made a mad dash for the street and ran as far away as he could, while Harry's aunt huffed and went into the house, congratulating herself on the victory."Why would you need that memory?"- asked Harry defensively. He of course wanted to help Ginny, but giving the healer the memory in question could turn out to be a really bad thing.Aubrey sighed. She could not tell the boy about the situation, since it was against her vow, but she saw that he was not eager to share the memory with her… it was like Potter was hiding something…'Well even if he is, it's not his actions that interest me… but I will witness them none the less… and that is not something he's willing to allow…' – thought the old witch – 'Now how do I..? Oh!'She gave the boy a smile, as a solution became obvious:"Mr. Potter it is imperative that I view the memory. You say yourself you can't explain properly what happened, thus I need to view the memory to see what I can find. Of course I am willing to give you my oath as a healer that any information you reveal will stay confidential."Harry hesitated. He knew logically that if he wanted to save the girl (and he did, she was after all Fred & George's younger sister) he had to let the woman view the memory… and thus with a heavy sigh he agreed quickly before the courage left him.…Aubrey White was an experienced healer. She had her fair share of strange cases. The woman knew the Ginny Weasley would top all of those, but only after she viewed the memory, did she realize just how extraordinary the whole thing actually was. The boy in front of her bonded with the basilisk of Salazar Slytherin himself… and she couldn't discuss it with anyone except Poppy. Still, now she had a much better understanding of what happened and how Ginny, who hasn't even had her first period yet, was pregnant. Of course she was aware of the fact that these things were possible and there were several cases of very early pregnancy. But the case was more complicated than that. What she witnessed in the memory explained everything and much more. The woman shook herself and gave the boy a smile:"Thank you, Mr. Potter. You memory made everything clear. It will be difficult, but I know now what to do.""Of course, Healer White. It was nice meeting you. I hope Ginny gets better soon."With that Harry used the floo to go to Diagon Alley for some shopping.Much to his disappointment, he only found several books that mentioned the Ruy-youkai and only in passing. Still, he found out that the 'dragon demons' were mainly a Japanese species. Or at least it began that way. Over time some of them went to other countries and settled there.'Darn it, the most informative book I found was a muggle collection of legends… how weird is that?' – Harry complained to himself – 'Of course it is at least a good thing that they're not extinct or something… that would have certainly been something usual for my luck… still, I really need to find something that will tell me more about what being a dragon demon will mean for me… and about how coming into the said inheritance early would influence the development of my creature side…'
With a heavy sigh he shook his head and blinked in surprise. He picked up a lock of hair and brought it up to his eyes. It turned out light was not playing tricks on him – he had some bark blue strands, how many was a question the boy decided to answer as soon as he got his hands on a mirror. This was a curious change and Harry wondered if it was due to the glamour weakening, or if maybe it was part of the inheritance.

…

Sirius Black was nursing a huge bruise on his side when he saw his godson return to the house. He gave a sigh of relief. He had no idea what the trip with Snivellus was about, but he was very glad Harry seemed unhurt. The prison escapee wanted to introduce himself, but he didn't know what to say to the boy, how to persuade the child that he was not the one who sold out Lily and James to Voldemort.

'DARN IT! WHAT THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?' – the animagus wailed mentally, as he stared longingly at Harry's window.

The night was a long one, since all Padfoot did was stare at the window like a total loon. This single-mindedness of his was a rather new development and if one were to trust Bellatrix' opinion, it was an endearing quality. Endearing or not, tenacity was the thing he needed if he wanted to prove his innocence, Sirius decided. For the nth time since his escape, Sirius toyed with the idea of seeking out Dumbledore's help, but whether he liked it or not, his talk with the Lestranges was practically burnt into his mind. With all the new things he found out, Albus Dumbledore did not seem like a good choice of a person to help him. With a sigh the black thin dog closed his eyes and fell into a restless sleep.

…

While his dogfather was trying to get some sleep (not that Harry was aware of the man's existence), Harry Potter looked over the list he wrote out. No matter how he looked at it, there were just too many holes he couldn't fill on his own, which meant that he needed help with research. The twins, though probably the choice he would have preferred, were still living in one house with Molly Weasley as far as he knew and that woman was nowhere near being on his trust list. Thus Harry considered his other friends. All of them were purebloods like him and unlike him lived with their families. Thus, Harry figured, they would have access to more books that wouldn't normally be sold in Diagon Alley. He only needed to decide who to trust with his secret. First his thoughts turned to Pansy, but the girl could be such a gossip that Harry didn