Mate of dragon

Prologue

Albus Dumbledore was shocked when he looked at the four year old boy. He did not think that the very dormant creature blood would emerge in the girl-who-lived's older brother.

He had to get rid of the boy before he draws attention away from young Marigold Potter that had been born and survived the killing curse. At least, that is what he said...

The toddler looked up from the large book that no child his age should be reading. Harry Potter was a very smart child, but for some reason had yet to say his first word.

"Come, my boy. I want to take you some where." Albus said as he stood from his chair and held his hand out to the boy who took it cautiously.

The elder apparited away into the snowy, cold woods of the Bulgarian mountains.

The boy only furrowed his brows at the sensation of the teleportation. He looked around at his surroundings and had not even realized the weird old man had let go of his hanf until he heard a loud 'crack' beside him and the man was gone.

He sat down in the cold snow and felt tears roll down his cheeks. Why was he crying? He never liked Mom or Dad after they had a new child, and he never truly liked them before. All he wanted was to find the missing part of himself that seemed to wear on him everyday. He gets dreams of a family, of children with dark hair and his eyes, or eyes that looked like chocolate.

"Здравейте? Има ли някой там?" A young voice called out. (Hello? Is anyone there?)

The boy stood up from where he sat and felt something as the voice began to creep closer. It was like the hole inside him was starting to fill.

When a dog wearing a large amount of furs and a grey and white dog came from the trees, he felt it.

It was like he was complete.

"Ангел? В студа?" The boy whispered as the two looked into each others eyes. "Душата ми..." (An angel? In the cold? My soul...)

The younger parted his lips. "Mate." He whispered in a unused voice. He rushed towards the boy and wrapped him in a hug that neither wanted to get out of.

"Viktor?!" A woman's voice pierced the air as the two pulled apart, but the older still kept and arm around the younger's waist. "Viktor?! Къде си?!" (Where are you?!)

"Mama! Mama! тук съм!" (I'm over here)

A woman with brown hair and light brown eyes came through the trees and stopped as she saw who her son had in his arms. "Viktor, Кой е това?" (Who is this?)

Viktor gave a bright smile. "Другата ми душа! Беше в студа. Но не мога да разбера какво каза." Viktor ended with a pout. (My other soul! He was in the cold. But I can not understand what he said.)

"Hello?" The woman said as she got down on her knees in front of the younger boy. "You speak English? How did you get in woods?"

He nodded. "The man left me here. I never liked him. Smelled weird." The toddler mumbled and Viktor looked happy to hear his mate speak. The woman translated to her son, who then wrapped an even tighter arm around him.

"What is name?" Viktor asked in rough English, accent very thick.

The boy frowned. He never liked the name people called him. "I don't like it." He said, crossing his arms.

"New... name?" Viktor asked and the other boy, who nodded. "Dimitrius."

The boy gave a wide smile.

Dimitrius. He liked it.

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⚠️ note!!!! NOT MY STORY!!!