Harry Potter: Dragonborn comes

"disciplinary hearing"

The Order of the Phoenix had called an emergency meeting at Sirius's house. All the witches and wizards Harry had seen coming and going over the past few weeks were now gathered in what had once been the dining room—temporarily transformed into a war room. As usual, the children had been unceremoniously kicked out, considered too young to hear what the adults were discussing.

Harry was frustrated. The past weeks had all been the same: whispers, tense faces, conversations that stopped the moment he entered the room. No one wanted to explain anything clearly, although the newspapers hinted at how serious things had become with headlines about disappearances, attacks, and ominous warnings. But the most obvious thing was the fear that filled the house.

Fred and George, in a desperate attempt to eavesdrop, had placed one of their magical crystal balls near the dining room. But Mad-Eye Moody caught them almost immediately. Since then, the old Auror seemed to have quite literally kept an eye on them at all times.

To make things worse, Dumbledore couldn't be present. The Ministry had been watching him since the day classes ended last year. Every move he made was under scrutiny, forcing him to act with extreme caution.

The adults were visibly nervous. They were waiting for Einar—the only one, aside from Dumbledore, whose mere presence could bring them a sense of calm.

The problem was that Einar was nowhere to be found. He wandered the world, and no one knew whether he'd return before the start of the school year… or after. Still, he was helping them—whether he realized it or not.

While passing through England to check on Harry and Neville's training, he had captured over a dozen werewolves under Fenrir Greyback's command, as well as several vampires who had supported Voldemort in the past.

But he didn't stay long. In one of the vampires' mansions, he had found an old map… and then vanished again.

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"Viing, get back here!"

Neville came running out of one of the rooms, chasing after his small red dragon, who had one of his books clutched in its mouth. He had copied Harry when it came to naming his dragon, drawing inspiration from his godfather's name. In Neville's case, his red dragon had been 'sponsored' by Odahviing, so he named him Viing. Harry's, on the other hand, was named after Durnehviir and went by Viir.

The names were similar, but the dragons couldn't have been more different in personality. Viing was restless, mischievous, and destructive. Viir, by contrast, was calm and sleepy, and often curled up in Harry's clothes as if they were his personal nest. As Neville chased his own dragon around, Harry silently thanked the heavens for having Viir. The little dragon poked his head out at the commotion, and Harry gently stroked his head. Viir closed his eyes, content.

Despite having been together for months, neither of the dragons had grown. Clearly, they were not ordinary dragons. More surprisingly, they seemed to understand and even speak a few words… in Dovahzul, the dragon language. Neville was learning it with Harry.

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The adults' meeting finally ended.

The first to leave were a couple who moved cautiously, as if expecting an ambush at any moment. The man had his hand in his pocket, ready to draw his wand at the slightest sound.

"Neville, we're leaving," the woman said, giving Harry a respectful nod.

"Coming, Mum! I just have to catch Viing," Neville called back, diving for his little dragon and finally managing to catch him.

He ran downstairs to join his parents. They had only recently recovered after years of suffering. Though they still weren't completely well—loud noises caused them involuntary spasms—Neville had done what most thought impossible: he brought them back.

He'd used mental spells that Einar had taught him, healing potions, calming magic, and sheer determination. Neville couldn't have been happier. But the fact that his parents had awakened just before another war made everyone paranoid. Though his grandmother opposed it, they refused to hide. Not this time.

Harry came down the stairs and stepped into the dining room just as Snape was walking out. The professor gave him a sidelong glance, said nothing, and left.

"Why can't I listen to the meetings yet?" Harry demanded, frowning.

"We've talked about this, Harry. You're still young. It's not a child's responsibility to worry about the problems adults must solve," Molly said seriously.

"What about us?" said Fred and George, entering behind Harry.

"You're young too," Molly insisted.

"We're the same age as Einar," said Fred.

"And he's out there hunting vampires, werewolves, and even ancient pharaohs," added George with a cheeky grin.

"It's Professor Einar to you. And you can't compare yourselves to him. Even if he's young, he's stronger than Dumbledore. If you can defeat Dumbledore in a duel, then I'll consider letting you attend," Molly said firmly, leaving them speechless.

"All right, let's drop it for now," Arthur interjected to ease the tension. "Tomorrow we have to go to the Ministry, Harry. I'll accompany you. Sirius will be there too, as a witness if needed. But listen carefully: you must be prepared. They might try to use you to attack Dumbledore… or even Einar."

"The Master? Why?" asked Harry, his brow furrowed.

"Because they know Einar is powerful. And because they believe he's Dumbledore's most dangerous ally," explained Sirius, arms crossed. "Even if it's not exactly true, they're looking for any excuse to go after him. They can't allow someone that powerful to be on Dumbledore's side."

Molly frowned but said nothing. Everyone knew Sirius was right.

"What? He has to know. Just how filthy politics can get," Sirius muttered darkly.

"He's still young," said Molly, worried.

"And he's Einar's student. He's being prepared for a reason—to make his own decisions and take control of his life," Sirius replied seriously.

Molly was about to launch into another argument, but Lupin, who had been silently sitting nearby, interrupted gently:

"Molly… this time, as hard as it is to admit, Harry needs to know at least some of it. He has to be ready for tomorrow."

Everyone looked at one another. The tension in the room thickened, as if an invisible weight had settled on their shoulders.

Sirius slowly approached Harry and began to speak in a firm voice:

"Harry... the Ministry doesn't want to admit that you-know-who is back because they're afraid. Truly afraid. Fudge, especially, fears that Dumbledore is using the chaos as an excuse to take his position. That's why he's doing everything he can to discredit him publicly. And the only reason they haven't attacked Einar yet... is because they haven't found a weakness."

He paused before continuing.

"Einar isn't from here. He doesn't belong to their structures, he doesn't follow their rules. Dumbledore, on the other hand, is rooted in Hogwarts, in this country, in the system they control. If the Ministry ever finds a way to attack Einar, they won't hesitate. A wizard that powerful, beyond their control, is intolerable to them. Maybe that's why Einar has been traveling the world, cleansing entire regions of dark threats. And that, in a way, has held back the Ministry's attempts. Because if Einar decided to leave for another country... or worse, become their enemy... they know they couldn't stop him."

"Maybe they want to believe they could... but deep down, they know they can't."

Sirius crossed his arms and looked Harry straight in the eyes.

"That's why tomorrow, in that stupid trial, they'll likely try to attack you, Dumbledore, and Einar all at once. You need to be ready. Just say what happened that day. What you saw, what you did. Nothing else. Understood?"

"Yes," Harry nodded seriously, understanding the weight of what was at stake.

"Good," said Sirius with a small smile. "I'm not too worried. When Einar shows up to protect you, the Ministry will stop attacking you. They'll focus only on Dumbledore."

Sirius had long stopped being a true follower of Dumbledore. However, given the circumstances, they had buried old grudges for a greater cause. It was a temporary alliance, a silent pact among those who knew Voldemort was the real enemy.

Among them were Neville's parents, Lupin, Mad-Eye, and Sirius himself. None of them blindly followed Dumbledore's orders. In fact, they often thought twice before agreeing to his plans. Even within the Weasley family, there was division: Charlie was on Einar's side. As a joke, he called their group "the Order of the Dragon," in reference to their leader.

Arthur and Molly, on the other hand, preferred not to take sides. They considered both men —Einar and Dumbledore— trustworthy, and if they ever ended up at odds, they wouldn't intervene on either's behalf.

Fred and George weren't official members of the Order yet, so their opinions didn't formally count. But they had already said they preferred dragons over phoenixes.

"Alright, time to eat," said Molly, interrupting the conversation as she brought in a huge steaming pot. Everyone began sitting around the table.

…

The next day, Hermione and Harry were still at the window of the Order's headquarters, eyes fixed on the sky. They had been waiting for over an hour, hoping to see a silhouette cutting through the clouds —anything to indicate Einar's arrival. But the sky remained silent. No roar, no shadow overhead.

"Maybe he's running late... or the letter arrived too late," Hermione murmured, anxiously biting her lip.

Harry sighed, his face a mix of nervousness and disappointment. But there was no time to waste.

He had to dress in a rush. Arthur Weasley and Sirius were already waiting downstairs to take him to the Ministry of Magic. Luckily, they could travel using the Floo Network, which saved precious time.

One after another, they stepped into the fireplace and appeared in one of the main atriums of the Ministry. Instantly, they were surrounded by the usual crowd of witches and wizards in formal robes, floating parchments, and the echo of footsteps on polished marble floors.

They passed the wand inspection post, where Harry had to hand over his wand temporarily. Meanwhile, Arthur stepped aside for a moment to speak with an official.

When he returned, his face had changed. He was pale and visibly worried.

"The hearing's been moved up," he said tensely.

"When?" asked Sirius grimly. They both knew what it meant: a strategic move to catch Harry without Dumbledore… and without Einar.

"Now," Arthur replied. And without wasting another second, he led them quickly down one of the Ministry's side corridors, away from prying eyes.

Without a word, Sirius reached into his cloak and pulled out a small polished crystal sphere. He tapped its surface with his index finger, and almost immediately, it glowed with a bluish light. Molly Weasley's face appeared floating inside, as if trapped in a magical bubble.

The twins, Fred and George, had invented these communication orbs. Now every member of the Order of the Phoenix had one, designed specifically to send urgent messages without being intercepted. For security, only adults used them. They didn't want the younger ones hearing things they shouldn't. Unfortunately, they hadn't had time to give one to Einar.

"Molly. The hearing's been moved up. Tell Dumbledore! Has Einar arrived yet?" Sirius asked urgently.

Molly shook her head, her expression equally worried. "No... Maybe it was a bad idea to send the letter with Errol," she said, rubbing her forehead. "I'll let Dumbledore know. Don't worry. Good luck!" she added before her image vanished from the sphere.

Sirius quickly tucked the crystal orb back into his pocket. No one said it out loud, but they all knew the truth:

They were alone.

And the trial was about to begin.