Chapter 20

The mood at the Bones Family Estate was a weird mix of a medieval war council and a group project meeting right before the final exam—everyone was serious, but also vaguely stressed. Around the grand dining table, lit by flickering candles that cast creepy shadows on ancient tapestries (because apparently, no one at the Bones house ever heard of lamps), sat Bill, Sirius, Remus, Amelia, Harry, Susan, and, of course, Drakor.

Sirius cleared his throat, looking like he'd just pulled an all-nighter—because, let's face it, he probably had. "Alright, it's settled," he said, his voice equal parts determination and exhaustion. "We'll focus on grabbing the Diadem Horcrux from Hogwarts during the Christmas break. It's risky, but honestly, when have we ever played it safe?"

Drakor, who had been quietly coiled around Harry's neck like some overly protective scarf, piped up in Harry's mind. "Risky? Understatement of the century, boss. I mean, breaking into Hogwarts to destroy a piece of Voldemort's soul? That's practically a vacation. We should really start charging for these adventures."

Harry resisted the urge to snort out loud, nodding instead like a serious leader. "We've got this. Hogwarts is practically home turf. Well, minus the part where it's also home to a Horcrux that would rather kill us than share a Christmas pudding."

Amelia, who looked like she could run an army with one hand and file Ministry paperwork with the other, nodded in agreement. "We'll use the time to plan. We need a solid strategy and maybe some backup—just in case, you know, Voldemort decides to drop in unannounced. Again."

Drakor mentally nudged Harry. "Backup? Ha! More like bring snacks. You know I've got the Horcrux-eating gig down. I'm like the world's deadliest magical garbage disposal. You think the diadem will taste better than the locket? That thing was a little too… tangy."

Harry mentally sighed. "I don't think this is about taste tests, Drak."

"Pity," Drakor mused, "but if it means we get to play 'destroy the ancient evil artifact' again, I'm in."

Meanwhile, Remus—ever the calm, level-headed werewolf—put a hand on Sirius's shoulder. "While you and Harry handle Hogwarts, we'll take care of things here. You know, make sure your candy business is all set up."

Sirius perked up at that, his eyes gleaming. "Right! Gotta get those sweets ready for Diagon Alley. If Voldemort wants to take over the world, he'll have to get in line behind my Jelly Slugs."

Drakor mentally facepalmed (well, he would've, if dragons had palms). "Priorities, Sirius. World-saving first, candy second. Although, speaking of candy, we should totally demand chocolate as a reward for this mission. Maybe a whole fountain of it. I'm sure that's a thing."

Amelia, the voice of reason in the room, interjected before Sirius could start planning an actual candy empire. "Just remember," she said, "once we retrieve the Diadem, we'll need to act fast. Voldemort's not going to sit around waiting for us to ruin his day."

The group collectively nodded, because yes, ruining Voldemort's day was pretty much their main job description now.

As they all stood to leave, Drakor's mental voice piped up again. "And remember, Harry, when we get to the Room of Requirement, I'll be your guide. I'm like your own personal magical GPS. Although, warning: I sometimes take the scenic route. Keeps things interesting."

Harry mentally rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the small smile that tugged at his lips. "Just don't get us lost."

Drakor's laugh echoed in his mind, bubbling with energy. "Lost? Nah. I've got this. And if we happen to swing by the kitchens for a snack, well, that's just a happy coincidence."

With that, the group dispersed, ready to tackle their parts in the plan. Hogwarts, Horcruxes, and high-risk operations awaited. And with Drakor at his side, Harry couldn't help but feel just a little more prepared for the chaos that was sure to follow. Because with a dragon symbiote whispering jokes in his ear, how could he not be?

—

Bill Weasley sat hunched over a table in the dimly lit, slightly depressing kitchen of Grimmauld Place. The place was basically "gloomy" on steroids, with old, dusty tomes and ancient scrolls scattered around him like a wizard-themed yard sale. In front of him, perched on the cursed ring like it knew it was important, was the Resurrection Stone. It gleamed in the faint light, all grey and opalescent, almost like it was showing off.

His wand hovered above the ring, twitching ever so slightly as Bill muttered a few spells under his breath. He was pretty much in full curse breaker mode now—years of experience working for Gringotts had given him the patience to deal with magical booby traps, cursed gold, and the occasional dragon. But this? This was next-level stuff. The Resurrection Stone wasn't your average magical gem. Nope. It could literally summon the shades of the dead. Casual.

But right now, it was also part of one of Voldemort's lovely little Horcruxes. Because why wouldn't the Dark Lord combine a legendary Deathly Hallow with his quest for immortality? Of course, that's what they were dealing with. It wasn't enough that he had to break the curse; Bill had to somehow separate the Horcrux from the stone, which was like trying to split a pizza without ruining the best slice.

As Bill probed the magical bonds, he couldn't help but let his mind wander. If he could pull this off, they'd have a major win. Destroy the Horcrux? Check. Keep the Resurrection Stone intact? Double check. But if he messed up… well, it could go bad. Really bad. Like, "blowing up half of Grimmauld Place" bad. And Merlin knows Sirius would be thrilled about that.

He paused for a second, squinting at the stone. "No pressure, right?" he muttered to himself, as if the Stone could somehow hear him and be like, Yeah, no big deal, just a critical piece in the fight against the most dangerous dark wizard ever. Have fun!

The magic thrummed under his wand, responding to his delicate prodding. It felt like a bomb with a snooze button, and all Bill could think was, Why couldn't Voldemort have just hidden his soul in a nice, boring locket? But no, the Dark Lord just had to be extra.

He sighed, leaning back in his chair for a moment. "Right," he whispered, "Let's see if we can save the world without blowing ourselves up." Because really, if they could manage that, maybe they'd earn a break from these cursed objects. Or, you know, at least a decent cup of tea.

Either way, failure wasn't an option. Too much was riding on this, and for once, Bill wished being a curse breaker didn't involve so much literal death-defying danger.

—

Sirius Black strutted down Diagon Alley, flanked by his cousin Andromeda Tonks and his old pal Remus Lupin. The cobbled streets were packed with witches and wizards darting from shop to shop, and Sirius was grinning like a kid who'd just been told he could raid Honeydukes. Which, coincidentally, was sort of the plan—except, you know, legally.

Gone was the scruffy, Azkaban-wild look. Now, Sirius sported a neat haircut that made him look like he was up to something respectable. Well, as respectable as a man launching a candy empire could look. This wasn't just some side hustle to keep his mind off Voldemort and his merry band of death enthusiasts. Nope, Sirius was on a mission to bring some fun back into the wizarding world, one sugary treat at a time.

Andromeda, who clearly had the eye of a realtor in a past life, was scanning the storefronts like she had X-ray vision. "That one's too cramped," she muttered, more to herself than to the guys. "But this one? Hmm, has potential." She pointed at a quaint little shop with a display window practically begging for Chocolate Frogs to jump out of it.

Meanwhile, Remus was doing his best to look professional, but he couldn't help the small grin sneaking onto his face. His usual "I'm the sensible one" vibe was softening under the promise of endless free candy. "It's all about foot traffic," he said, sounding like he'd just done a market research deep dive. "Families will be lining up for Fizzing Whizbees and Bertie Bott's. Plus, a candy shop is practically immune to the bad economy. Kids need sugar."

Sirius, always the big dreamer, was already picturing the place filled with shelves of sweets. "We'll have everything! Bertie Bott's, Chocolate Frogs, Fizzing Whizbees, but also…" He leaned in like he was about to reveal state secrets. "My own line of candy. Revolutionary stuff. Won't say too much yet, but let's just say there'll be exploding nougat involved."

Remus just nodded, probably a little concerned for the public's dental health.

They stopped in front of a cozy-looking storefront. Sunlight splashed onto the cobblestones, giving everything a warm, golden glow. Sirius cupped his hands around his face and peered through the window. "This could be it, guys. This could be Sirius Sweets." He paused for dramatic effect. "Get it? Sirius. Sweets."

Andromeda blinked, then smirked. "Well, it's definitely on the nose, but it works. Catchy, memorable… And it'll look good on a sign."

"Agreed," said Remus, giving Sirius a half-smile. "And as long as your candy doesn't try to eat the customers, I think it'll be a hit."

Sirius grinned like he'd just been told he could skip a trip to Azkaban. "Sirius Sweets it is, then!"

They all stood back, gazing at the storefront, imagining what it would look like once it was filled with candy and joy (and hopefully not any dark curses—Sirius was really aiming for "fun" and not "dangerous magical object" vibes this time around). Andromeda placed a hand on Sirius's arm, her eyes a little misty. "This isn't just a candy shop, Sirius. This is going to be a place where people can find some happiness. A little sweetness in the middle of all the chaos."

Remus nodded, his voice quiet but steady. "It's important to remind people that, even in dark times, there's always room for some light. Or, in this case, sweets."

They shared a look—the kind of look that says, Yeah, we're definitely about to do something awesome. With a newfound sense of determination and the faint smell of candy already in their minds, they stepped into the shop, ready to turn their sugar-fueled dreams into reality. One Chocolate Frog at a time.

—

In a cozy corner of the Leaky Cauldron, Harry and Susan sat surrounded by their friends, all of whom were talking at once, giggling and chattering like kids who had somehow managed to escape the watchful eyes of the adults. Which, you know, they totally had.

Ginny Weasley was in the middle of an animated story, her face flushed with excitement. "I almost caught the Snitch today!" she declared, waving her hands around like she was still chasing it. "It was so close, I could practically feel it!"

Luna Lovegood, with her usual far-off look in her eyes and wearing what looked suspiciously like a pair of radish earrings, nodded. "That's wonderful, Ginny," she said in her dreamy voice. "I always thought you had the aura of a future Quidditch star. Maybe next time, the Snitch will decide you're worthy."

Neville Longbottom, who was still working on growing into his own two feet, smiled shyly. "I've been practicing too," he mumbled, a little embarrassed. "I think I might try out for Gryffindor's team when I'm old enough."

Ron Weasley, ever the big brother, snorted. "Just make sure you don't knock yourself out like last time, Neville. I swear, you and brooms aren't exactly best friends."

Padma and Parvati Patil, identical in every way except for the fact that Parvati talked approximately five times faster, were giggling about something completely unrelated. "We saw a Kneazle chasing its tail at the Magical Menagerie today!" Parvati blurted out, her dark eyes wide with excitement.

Padma nodded. "It was spinning so fast, I thought it might disappear."

Astoria Greengrass, the youngest of the group at eight years old, leaned forward, eyes wide. "What's a Kneazle?"

Her sister, Daphne, who always seemed a little too mature for her age and a lot too sarcastic, rolled her eyes. "It's a magical cat, Astoria. Honestly, sometimes I wonder how we're even related."

Hannah Abbott, who seemed to glow with constant cheerfulness, grinned and added, "I'm just glad we didn't get lost on the way here! My mum said this place is a maze."

Through all of this, Harry just watched, half-smiling as everyone bounced off one another like magical pinballs. Susan nudged him with her elbow. "This is fun, isn't it?" she whispered, her freckled face lighting up. "Makes you forget all about You-Know-Who."

Harry nodded. She was right. For a moment, amidst the laughter and the clatter of butterbeer mugs, the whole Voldemort thing felt like a bad dream.

Just then, Harry cleared his throat, trying to get everyone's attention. It took a second—getting this crowd to settle down was like herding Blast-Ended Skrewts—but eventually, all eyes turned to him and Susan.

"Hey, so… Susan and I were thinking," Harry began, glancing at Susan for backup. "We're having a get-together tomorrow. At her place."

Susan smiled and jumped in. "Sirius and Andromeda are testing out some new magical candies. We thought you lot might like to help."

Ginny's eyes went wide. "Magical candies? Count me in!"

Luna leaned in, eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I do hope they have something with wrackspurt extract. It's good for clearing your mind."

Neville grinned. "I'm always up for sweets."

Ron leaned back in his chair, already imagining the possibilities. "As long as there's chocolate, I'm coming."

"Of course, you are," Daphne said dryly, flicking a strand of blonde hair over her shoulder. "You'd go anywhere for free food."

Astoria, still too young to appreciate her sister's sarcasm, just beamed. "What kind of candies will there be? Will they explode?"

Parvati giggled. "Maybe they'll turn us into toads or something!"

Padma added with a grin, "That would be hilarious!"

Hannah, always the ray of sunshine, clapped her hands. "I'll bring some pumpkin pasties! My mum makes the best ones."

Drakor, Harry's symbiote dragon buddy who most definitely did not think of himself as a pet (or at least, that's what he always claimed), chimed in mentally, Hey, you didn't tell them about my idea. What if we sneak some of my special spicy chocolate into the mix? Watch Ron's face turn bright red!

Harry had to fight not to laugh out loud. Drakor, you are not getting me in trouble with Sirius, okay?

Oh, come on, Harry! Live a little!

As everyone continued chatting excitedly about the next day's sugar-fueled chaos, Harry just grinned. This—these moments with his friends, this laughter, this sense of being normal—was worth more than all the gold in Gringotts. Even if he had to deal with Drakor's wild plans in the meantime.

"Right," he said, louder this time, standing up. "We'll see you all at Susan's tomorrow. Get ready for the best candy tasting ever!"

Daphne smirked, arms crossed. "And if it's not, Potter, you owe me an apology. In writing."

Harry rolled his eyes with a grin. Yeah, she's definitely Slytherin material.

Drakor's voice piped up again. Apology in writing? Ha! She'll be asking you to grovel next.

And as the group broke into more laughter and playful teasing, Harry couldn't help but feel a little lighter. Tomorrow was going to be a blast—assuming, of course, that Sirius didn't blow anything up. But with Drakor and this crowd, who could say?

—

The Bones Family Estate was buzzing with excitement, its cozy living room transformed into a magical candy shop, the likes of which would make any Honeydukes fan's jaw drop. Sirius and Andromeda were at the helm of this sugar-coated ship, and let me tell you, they were taking this way too seriously. Sirius—yes, that Sirius, the usually disheveled, wild-haired godfather—actually had his hair combed back, like he was trying out for the cover of Witch Weekly.

He was arranging Chocolate Charms on the table, which, by the way, weren't just regular chocolates. They shimmered with a soft golden glow, like they were enchanted by fairies—or maybe just Sirius' overenthusiastic spellwork. Next to them, Everlasting Gobstoppers sparkled like they were about to burst into a firework show any second. And knowing Sirius, that wasn't entirely out of the question.

"Do you think he's put an actual charm on them or is this just for show?" Harry muttered, lounging on the plush couch next to Susan.

Drakor's voice echoed in his head, as cheerful and irreverent as ever. Oh, they're definitely charmed. I say we sneak a few and watch Ron's head explode. It'll be hilarious.

Harry tried not to laugh out loud. Drakor, we're supposed to be the responsible ones here. Besides, we'll get blamed for any heads exploding.

Pfft. Responsible is boring. You need more chaos in your life, Harry. Come on, live a little!

Meanwhile, over by a bubbling cauldron, Andromeda was stirring up Fiery Fizzballs. The thing was literally crackling like a tiny, magical bonfire, sending spicy sparks into the air. Andromeda gave it a little extra stir with a knowing smile. Whatever was in those Fizzballs, it was bound to cause some drama. And honestly, Harry wasn't sure if he should be impressed or terrified.

Remus was sitting with them too, his feet kicked up and a cup of tea in hand, smiling like he'd seen all of this madness a thousand times before. "I haven't seen Sirius this excited since… well, probably since we raided the kitchen after hours at Hogwarts," he mused.

"Back when he was less likely to blow something up," Harry quipped, but he couldn't help grinning. Sirius had that effect on people.

"Fiery Fizzballs," Susan said thoughtfully, watching Andromeda at work. "Wonder who's brave enough to try those first."

Amelia Bones, who looked every bit the high-ranking Ministry official even in casual robes, entered the room with a smile. "This is a welcome break," she commented, her normally serious face relaxing. "A bit of fun and chaos never hurt anyone."

Tell that to everyone in this room after they've had those Fizzballs, Harry thought.

Drakor snickered. Oh, I like her. She's got the right idea. Chaos is good for the soul. Especially the fiery kind.

Soon enough, the kids started pouring in, their faces lit up with the kind of excitement only the promise of sugar-fueled magic can bring. Luna, Ginny, Neville, Ron, the Patil twins, Daphne, Astoria, and Hannah practically bounced into the room, like they'd just been told they could live in Honeydukes forever.

Sirius, being his usual over-the-top self, spread his arms wide in greeting. "Welcome, welcome! Come try the Chocolate Charms! Guaranteed to make your day ten times more magical. Or your money back!"

"And do be careful with the Fiery Fizzballs," Andromeda added, a mischievous gleam in her eye. "They have a… unique kick."

The kids wasted no time diving into the candies. Ginny was the first to grab a shimmering Chocolate Charm, and the moment she bit into it, her eyes went wide. "It tastes like I'm flying on a broom!" she exclaimed.

"Whoa, that's awesome!" Ron said, immediately reaching for one. He took a bite and blinked. "Hey, this tastes like—wait, why do I hear music?" He paused, then grinned. "Never mind, this is the best chocolate ever."

Luna, of course, went straight for the Everlasting Gobstoppers, watching them change colors with every lick. "They're lovely, aren't they? Like little mood stones for your tongue."

Meanwhile, Astoria, the youngest of the bunch, hovered near the Fiery Fizzballs with wide eyes. "Do they really explode?"

"Oh, they explode, all right," Daphne said, crossing her arms like she knew everything (which, in her opinion, she usually did).

Harry watched as the candy mayhem unfolded, feeling pretty content. It was nice, seeing everyone so happy. It was like for once, they weren't all thinking about dark lords or the usual magical world nonsense. Just kids being kids.

Drakor, however, was still very much in prank mode. Harry, you know what would make this better? Slip a Fizzball into Sirius' drink. Just one. Imagine the look on his face.

We are not pranking Sirius. He'll retaliate, and you know how that ends.

Oh, come on! What's life without a little danger? Drakor's mental voice took on an exaggerated dramatic tone. Live, Harry! For the thrill of it!

No, for the survival of it, Harry shot back. He loved Drakor, but sometimes the symbiote had way too much fun causing trouble.

Remus raised his teacup in a mock toast, his voice warm. "To Sirius and Andromeda, for bringing joy and chaos in equal measure."

The kids clinked their mugs of butterbeer in agreement, while Sirius and Andromeda exchanged a proud glance. They'd created more than just magical treats; they'd made a moment of real happiness.

Drakor sighed contentedly in Harry's head. All right, I admit it. This isn't half bad. But still… next time? Fizzball prank.

Harry just rolled his eyes and grinned. Maybe next time.

—

In the dimly lit room of Grimmauld Place, Bill Weasley was like a wizard on a caffeine high, completely engrossed in the art of untangling magical knots. If there were a competitive sport for magical de-bonding, Bill would have been on the Olympic team.

He had his sleeves rolled up, his wand out, and a look of intense concentration that could have melted a dragon's scales. As dawn was creeping up, it seemed the only thing more stubborn than the enchantments was Bill's determination. "Come on, you little mischief-maker," he muttered under his breath, his wand making intricate patterns in the air. "If you think you can outwit me, you've got another thing coming."

The air crackled with magic as he chanted spells that sounded like they could have come straight from a fantasy novel or a particularly complicated recipe for potion-infused cookies. Bill's face was illuminated by the soft, pale light of the early morning, making him look like he was in the middle of an epic quest rather than just trying to separate a magical stone from a Horcrux.

Hours ticked by as if they were in a time warp. Bill was locked in a dance with enchantments, every spell a step closer to freeing the Resurrection Stone from its dark, Voldemort-infused prison. It was like he was trying to untangle a particularly nasty knot in his shoelaces—except the laces were made of pure magic and the knot was the result of some serious dark wizardry.

Finally, with a dramatic flourish of his wand and a last incantation that sounded like it might have been borrowed from a Shakespearean play, the Stone wobbled free from its dark confines. There was a brief, shimmering moment, like the universe was saying, "Congratulations, you did it!" The Stone settled into Bill's palm, no longer cloaked in the oppressive magic of its former Horcrux buddy. Instead, it glowed with a serene light that seemed to whisper, "Thanks for getting me out of that mess."

Bill's heart did a little victory jig. "Yes!" he said, pumping his fist in the air. If there was anyone who could appreciate a good magical win, it was Bill Weasley. He carefully tucked the Stone away, readying it for its new role. This wasn't just a win for him; it was like scoring a game-winning goal in a match that had been going on forever. It was a major step forward in the battle against Voldemort.

As he admired the Stone, now free and glowing with a soft light, Bill allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. Sure, the fight against Voldemort was far from over, but for now, he'd take this win. Because in a world full of dark lords and curses, sometimes you had to celebrate the small victories—even if it meant feeling like a hero for a moment.

—

The next day, after Bill Weasley had successfully managed to separate the Resurrection Stone from the cursed ring at Grimmauld Place, the magical artifacts were safely transported to the Bones Family Estate. This was a place so picturesque it could have been plucked straight out of a fairy tale, complete with sprawling gardens and ancient oaks—perfect for their next big move in the Voldemort fight.

As Bill arrived, Amelia Bones greeted him warmly and led him to the estate's study. This room was like the Hogwarts library's forgotten cousin—filled with dusty tomes and magical relics that looked like they hadn't seen a cleaning charm in decades. Drakor, the Klyntar Symbiote Dragon and Harry's sometimes overly enthusiastic partner, hovered nearby with a mischievous glint in his eyes. In his mind, Drakor's thoughts were racing faster than a dragon chasing a rogue snitch. "Oh, I love a good magical artifact! It's like a treasure hunt with less running and more spell-casting!"

Bill, with the air of someone who had just achieved something monumental, presented the Resurrection Stone and the now-innocuous ring to Amelia. "I've managed to separate the Stone from the Horcrux," he said, looking as pleased as a Quidditch player who'd just caught the Snitch.

Amelia's eyes sparkled with relief and determination. "Excellent work, Bill. This is a crucial step forward."

Meanwhile, Drakor was already gearing up for his next grand act. He glided closer to the ring, sensing the lingering dark magic. "Time to show this ring who's boss! Say goodbye to those nasty dark magic residues!" With a flourish that would have made any circus performer proud, Drakor enveloped the ring in his ethereal form. His milky eyes glowed with intensity as he absorbed the remnants of the Horcrux, causing a ripple of arcane energy to sweep through the room. "And... done! I do love it when a plan comes together. Now, on to the next adventure!"

Over in a quieter corner of the study, Sirius Black turned to Harry Potter, his voice soft and empathetic. "Harry, would you like to use the Resurrection Stone to talk to your parents?"

Harry hesitated, staring at the smooth surface of the Stone with a mix of yearning and nerves. He had never seen his parents, and the idea of connecting with them through this magical artifact was both thrilling and terrifying. "Do it, Harry! It's like chatting with your favorite long-lost relatives—minus the awkward family photos!" Drakor's voice was an encouraging whisper in Harry's mind.

Remus Lupin, ever the supportive friend, gave a nod. "It's your call, Harry. No pressure."

Amelia watched with a compassionate gaze. "Using the Stone is a deeply personal choice. Take your time."

After a moment's thought, Harry nodded decisively. With a deep breath, he held the Resurrection Stone and closed his eyes, his thoughts swirling with memories and unspoken words. He whispered, "I want to speak to them."

As the Stone responded, its surface shimmered with an ethereal light. The room was enveloped in a hushed stillness as the magic bridged the gap between the living and the dead. Drakor, meanwhile, was having his own private party. "I'm just a little too excited for this! It's like the ultimate family reunion, but with less food and more magic."

The voices of Harry's parents, James and Lily Potter, filled the room. Lily's voice was warm and nurturing. "Harry, we're so proud of you. You've grown into a brave young man."

James followed, his voice filled with strength and affection. "That's right, Harry. You've got a lot of us in you. Brave, just like your old man."

Tears welled up in Harry's eyes. Hearing their voices was like opening a window to a part of his heart that had been shut tight for years. "This is the part where we all need a tissue, right? Or maybe a whole box." Drakor's mental tone was surprisingly tender, though his outer antics remained exuberant.

Harry managed to choke out, "I... I miss you. I wish you were here."

Lily's voice responded softly, "We know, sweetheart. We're always with you. In your heart, in your courage."

James added with pride, "And we're so proud of the man you've become. You've faced more than anyone should, but you've kept going. That's our boy."

Sirius, Remus, and Amelia watched with quiet reverence, their own eyes misty. They understood the gravity of this moment—Harry connecting with his parents in a way that transcended the usual boundaries. It was a moment of healing and reaffirmation amidst the ongoing battle.

As the conversation continued, Harry spoke of his struggles, victories, and the people who had become his family. James and Lily offered guidance, encouragement, and love, their words a steadying presence. "Look at us, making parental advice sound cool. We're basically superheroes, right?" Drakor's playful mental commentary was a sharp contrast to the heartfelt exchange.

When the conversation turned to Drakor, James and Lily expressed their gratitude. "Drakor," James said warmly, "thank you for everything you've done for Harry. For protecting him and guiding him."

Lily added, "Your loyalty and dedication haven't gone unnoticed. We're thankful for your presence."

Drakor, normally all bluster and bravado, was visibly touched. "Aww, shucks. I just do my job. But hey, it's nice to be appreciated. Makes all the dragon-size chaos worth it!"

As the connection with James and Lily began to fade, leaving Harry with a profound sense of peace, he turned to Drakor. "Thank you, Drakor. For everything."

Drakor inclined his head, a rare glint of emotion in his eyes. "Anytime, Harry. Just doing my part to keep the adventure alive. Besides, who else would keep you out of trouble?"

In that quiet moment, amidst the echoes of a conversation that bridged worlds, Harry felt enveloped by love and support—from his parents, who watched over him from afar, and from the loyal friends and allies who stood by his side in the ongoing fight against darkness.

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