Author: SheWritesMe1

Title: The Dragüns

Rating: M, will move towards more adult themes but nothing too explicit but the age requirements is at least 16 years or older.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Pairings: More-somes

Genres: Slash, Het, Friendship, Romance, Hurt Comfort

Note: The age of one the characters will be explained later in the story. The updates for The Dragüns will be every two weeks. This is Slash.

Molly Weasley glanced at the gentleman sitting before her and smiled as serenely as she could. Lord Pailguy, as he called himself, had sent a letter to her and Mr. Weasley nearly a month ago. The letter did not expressly state the purpose of the visit, it simply requested an audience. Now Molly was not the type to allow strange people into her home but when a person of noble birth and a Lord no less asks for a personal visit, she did not have any choice but to comply. The Weasley matriarch poured the well-dressed young man some more tea and looked over to her husband to encourage him to speak.

"Ah, Lord Pailguy, to what do we owe the pleasure of this visit? Your letter did not explicitly state why you requested an audience with us. I must say that my wife and I are most curious." Mr. Weasley asked hesitantly.

Lord Georsph Pailguy looked directly into the eyes of Arthur Weasley, he did not know whether the man was playing the fool or honestly did not know why he was there. Both of the other occupants seemed to genuinely believe that this was the first time they had met. "Do you honestly not know who I am Mr. Weasley?" Lord Pailguy asked.

Arthur looked the man over from head to toe. The nobleman had chocolate brown hair that was waist length and it was tied back into a neat ponytail. He had a face that was youthful; he looked to be around Bill's age 25 or 26. His eyes were the darkest blue Arthur had ever seen, they could have been mistaken for black in dimmer lighting. The young man's body was well-defined and he was smaller in stature for a man, he looked to about five ten or five eleven but Arthur could sense that this man was slightly dangerous. His aura was considerately intimidating, it did not seem vastly innocent as a man of his age should have been, Arthur could tell that this man had seen death. He had the same look about him that Arthur's peers had after the first war against the Dark Lord. "Lord Pailguy, I have not directly met you before, although I do know of your family." Was Arthur's reply as he bowed his head in apology as was customary in higher society. Arthur may have left the pureblood traditions behind but he could not have forgotten them if he tried.

The other man in the room closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, and then he opened them and looked from Mrs. Weasley to Mr. Weasley. "Sir, nearly twenty six years ago we met and every person in this room signed a Blood contract." The Weasleys both gasp, shock evident upon their faces.

"I assure you sir, I would remember if I signed a Blood Contract that would forfeit my life if I spoke of it to anyone outside of the cosigners. And I would most definitely remember meeting you." Arthur replied heatedly as he stood up.

Lord Pailguy sighed again and looked out the window of the dining room and up to the sky and envisioned himself there. This seemed to calm him down enough to summon the contract wandlessly. With that action completed, Mr. Weasley returned to his seat, his mouth agape. Wandless magic was not uncommon among adolescents, unintentional magic was a part of the growing process but to actually have control of it was unheard of. "Mr. Weasley, this is the contract that you and your wife both signed and sealed with your blood. This is both of your signatures. "Georsph opened the contract and showed them their mark. Then he vanished the contract away. "Where do I begin?" Georsph pondered aloud as he unfolded his arms and relaxed a little. "I can sense that both of you have several memory charms placed upon you. I will try my best to explain everything and hope that you two accept my explanations or I may have to remove the charms placed upon you and that in itself may lead to complications because it was made with what you wizards call 'dark' magic. Please Mr. Weasley allow me to finish as I have a lot to explain before I summon your sons." At this point Molly stood and tried to speak but Georsph simply waved his hand and silenced them both and put an immovable cast on them. He had no patience for interruptions. "I do not like repeating myself, so listen closely. My name is Georsph Pailguy and we met almost twenty-six years ago, when you two were in the engagement stage before your marriage. I had recently come into my Lordship title upon the passing of my father and his mates. My father and his bondmates decided to sacrifice their lives to repay a debt they believed they owed. Approximately a thousand years ago, when my father had first met my mother and the foundation of their Sphere was completed with my father at the head as the First and Dominant and my mother as the submissive… I guess I should explain what we are first," Georsph said as he saw the confused look on their faces. "I am what is called a Dragün, we are what wizards call magical creatures, although we do not refer to ourselves as such. We are common ancestors of dragons, wizards, mermen and muggles. Do not look so shocked, you did not believe you were the only intelligent beings to walk the earth did you?… Of course you did. At the beginning of my parents Sphere they and the rest of their bondmates were imprisoned by our (Dragüns) old mortal enemies the Colonials. They would be considered the common ancestors of Elves, dragons, wizards and muggles. Colonials are lethal and extremely beautiful and my silly mother was fated for one as her wings disclosed when she came into contact with her Fifth for the first time. My father did not approve but what is a Dominant to do once a Submissive has found a counterpart? My father had no choice but to go and retrieve the Colonial that was now my mother's Fifth. The Colonial's own people denied any claims that my mother had upon him and in an effort to keep them separated, they had tried and sentenced him to death and held him in the Colonial's prison called the Dark Manor until his execution. The Colonial's people did not want to mix their untainted blood with our mixed blood.

As time passed, my mother was becoming desperate and more than a little despondent because of the separation and so my father went before the guardians of our people and asked for their assistance. They refused vehemently but they did help to orchestrate a plan to infiltrate the fortress that the Fifth was being held at. Once at the forest surrounding the Dark Manor, my mother and the other members of the Sphere were caught and had magical chains placed upon all of them and thrown into adjourning cells to the Fifth's. From what my father told me, the Fifth had been badly beaten and once my mother saw his condition she let out a heart wrenching cry that brought all of her mates to their knees. There was nothing the other mates could do, but her cries were slowly driving them insane with the need to comfort and protect. By the third agonized sob, the stricken guardsmen who ensuring their captivity, wings started ripping out of their backs a sure sign that they would give into whatever she demanded. Colonials could be a lot of things, crazed, dangerous and cunning but they too would have to answer the call of a submissive. The young Colonials securing my parents had not yet become part of their own Spheres and as such they had not built up a resistance to the calls of other submissives. But before they could help her, the Lord of Dark Manor appeared pushing the young ones out of the way, he opened the cell where my mother was crying, picked her up and went to the cell where the Fifth was held and deposited her into it. Her cries immediately died down to smooth whines that still held a bit of distress but she stopped the death cries of before.

The Lord of Black Manor watched my mother for several minutes, not moving, not speaking and not abusing the other members of her Sphere. My father was surprised by this, he had never known a Colonial to show kindness but before he could get up the energy to speak he felt the wards around Dark Manor shake and then shatter. The Lord of Dark Manor and the other guards left immediately to see what the disturbance was.

Hours past as the ground around them trembled and parts of the roof fell in. My father knew that a fierce battle was going on above ground. His magic was being held back but he could still sense the bloodthirsty aura of the Colonials all-round him. He could also sense the death of his own people one after another. Finally when the last Dragün in the upper levels of the house was killed, the Lord of Dark Manor and one guard returned. The Lord's face was grave and in his arms he held seven orbs of varying color. He told the guard to release my mother, once the chains were taken off my mother's crisp white wings burst forth. She bent and healed her Fifth's wounds and she turned and faced the guard before her and touched his face and her wings changed to match the color of his yellow ones. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. He bowed his head to her ministration with confusion upon his face and then she called the Lord of Black Manor over and her wings tuned a chestnut brown and she kissed him upon the cheek. She finally spoke and said to her two new mates, "You brave guard will be my Sixth and last mate. And you my Lord, will be my Second and because of the honor and courage you have shown, my first child will belong to you, a daughter who will carry your name and your wing color."

The only response the new Second had to my mother's words was that the entire group needed to leave now and he told the new Sixth to release my father and the other bond mates. The wards that the Lord of Black Manor put up to keep out the other Colonials had begun to weaken and soon the enemy would be able to enter the dungeons. For a Submissive, my mother was very power and alone she was able to transport the entire Sphere to our Mansion on the other side of the realm where the Dragün reside.

Once the fifth was comfortably in, the rest of the Sphere convened in the meeting room to discuss what had happened that day. The two Colonials stood nervously by the door, while the older bond mates sat at the table. My mother walked into the room and pulled the two standing individuals to the table and kissed each of them soundly. My mother was always such a loving person; she always knew how to make everyone feel special and wanted. That was the beauty of her person." Georsph paused, his voice showing a hint of emotion for the first time. "Well anyway, the Sixth and the Fifth explained what happened above ground while the Sphere was locked in the dungeons. Seven Dragün had broken through the extremely strong wards and attacked every Colonial in sight. After the first Dragün had fallen, his six companions had become enraged and they went into a killing frenzy but they were vastly outnumbered and one after another began to die. He even admitted to killing one himself. After the shock of what he was forced to do sunk in, he decided to use his eminence grounding power to keep their souls from going into the next world. He went on to explain that their magical cores were damaged and that it would take many centuries to heal completely enough to reincarnate them. He was correct, it took a millennia to heal all the way and my mother's sphere decided to exchange their lives so that the seven guardians would walk the earth again. And so my parents have now gone back into the earth and with that, I gave my vow that I would complete the task of making sure that they were reborn and that is where you two came in. In exchange for a title and returning you back to the ages you were at the time of the contract, you two would raise them into adulthood. That is why I am here; the youngest of them will reach the age of maturity, sixteen, tomorrow the sixth of November." Georsph finished and first took the silencing charm off of Mr. Weasley.

"Are you going to take our children away from us?" Arthur asked hesitantly

"Yes." Was the simple reply.

"You can't do that." He whispered back, firmness coming back to his voice.

"Mr. Weasley, they were never yours to begin with. The only reason they were given to you to begin with is because you met certain criteria. They are not blood related to you and they are not even related to each other." Georsph replied tightly. His patience was wearing thin, he hated repeating himself.

"Even if I told them to go, they would never leave their mother." Was the father's quick reply.

"They will not have a choice, the youngest boy will meet maturity tomorrow and with that they will all come into their inheritance together. They will have questions and they will be in considerable pain. My family gave their lives for them to have a second chance at their own. They will come with me to my home in the next realm and they participate in the Mating Season." Georsph gripped the arms of his chair, he was seriously losing patience.

"But-" Mr. Weasley started to reply, but was interrupted.

"I will just have to remove the memory charms placed upon you both. I am sorry Mrs. Weasley, I know you set them because you thought it would keep me away. How can someone enforce a contract you cannot remember, hmm? No worries, I admire a woman who can love children so deeply even if they are not biologically hers." With that said, Georsph stood and began the painstaking work of removing the memory charm.

Sometime later the Weasleys sat on the sofa of their living room backs as straight as arrows, their hands intertwined, both had gotten ahold of their emotions. Now they sat as calmly as they could as Lord Pailguy summoned each of their sons. The first to be teleported into the room was Bill, he blinked and then looked around, surprise written all over his face. He was only clad in leather pants with a toothbrush in his mouth. The next person to enter the room was Charlie, he had grass in his hands. Then came Percy, then Fred and George all covered in pink paste. Fred was mid laugh but stopped abruptly once he realized his surroundings. They all wore confused looks before all began to speak at once.

"How in the hell-?" Bill began

"Why are we here-?" Charlie asked

"Mom, what's going on?" Percy directed this question to his mother.

"Who-" Fred began.

"are you?" George finished the sentence, looking at Georsph.

"Everything will be explained once the youngest joins us." Georsph said tiredly, he honestly did not want to explain everything again but he had no choice. "It seems the youngest one is next to two powerful beings and the first gentle pull did not teleport him here. Oh well, I will just have to put force behind the call." The room started to shake and there was a loud popping noise and Ron was there in front of Georsph. Georsph caught his arms before he could fall. Ron's blue eyes were shocked and he looked as though he had tears in them. Georsph looked him over before something dawned on him and he spoke without thinking. "This is impossible, none of the Guardians was a Submissive."