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So I got some suggestions for parings and whatnot, as well as some thoughts about how Harry will be as king. I of course won't spoil anything. Anyway, thanks for all the reviews and your personal thoughts on the story.

So the good news is, I have a lot more time on my hands now so I can update a little more frequently.

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Draco and Severus were out in the gardens, they need to get the harvest in as soon as possible since winter looked to be coming early that year.

In the many sanctuaries and communities for the magical creatures that fled the wizard world, the creatures had constructed large gardens and farms to produce the food they would need. They knew very well that the Dragon seekers would be going to war and donating food would be much more difficult.

However, many of the warriors were spared to patrol and guard the communities, which many of the creatures were thankful for.

As Draco stuffed the basket he was carrying with turnips and carrots, he wished he could just use magic. But Severus said it would be unwise since many of the creatures in the village still don't know they are wizards and with the hostel relationship between them and the wizard world it would only be problematic of someone saw Draco using magic.

After they finished their work, a young man in a large heavy cloak ran towards them. "Did you hear the news?"

They shook their heads, "The next king has been crowned!"

Severus and Draco wondered who was the new Dragon King, "What's his name?

"A young lad named Harry, but he's not 18 so he's the youngest king we ever had. Spread the word that that we finally have a king!"

The young man ran back towards the center of the village to spread the news.

Draco and Severus were absolutely stunned, Harry? As in the Harry who left with the dragon seekers years ago?

They had to find out.

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Harry walked into the strategy room to hold a meeting with the generals for the Dragonseeker army.

One was a tall and very muscular man named Deran and the other was a strong woman with cold eyes named Serus.

The room was a drafty, stone room with a large table in the center with a map of the wizard world and several maps of the land surrounding the fortress.

Harry stopped in his stride to the table to politely greet them. "Thank you for meeting me on such short notice, but I must understand fully the plans to protect this land and our position as of now."

They nodded and they all sat at the table, Serus pointed to part of the map as she explained, "we have plenty of mountain cover around us for dragons and the seekers to hide in and alert the fortress in case of another attack. We are also asking refugees if they wish to help us in our battle, only a few groups have agreed."

Harry nodded, "I rather it be that way, we need to protect them and their families as much as possible. Only voluntary enlistment for those who are not already warriors themselves. Make sure the refugees gain some basic training before sending them out."

She nodded, "We also have some spies looking into the wizard world. Things at the moment are dire for the opposition of the Dark Lord's reign."

Harry was all too aware that the wizard world was just barely hanging on after the constant attacks left many parts of their world destroyed and many wizards and witches dead.

"I would like to have someone on the inside for the opposition, I need to know their plans and how they will precede in this war" said Harry.

The generals nodded, "Very well my King, will we begins with the plans immediately and report back any changes."

Harry left the room quickly; he had more to do before this day was out.

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The young king fell onto his bed with a loud sigh, he was only king for a day and he was already exhausted.

He spent the rest of the day evaluating food supplies for the warriors, overseeing some general meetings with the council and the rest of the citizens in the fortress and then finally there was feast with dancing to celebrate the rise of their new king.

It was good for everyone to have a moment of joy and happiness in these dark times.

His new bedroom was cleaned and made ready for his first night. No longer was in his small cabin-like home that his mother and he shared. Now he was in a large master bedroom with stone and marble floors, a large bed with blue sheets, a bathroom with a bathtub that could also be a swimming pool, and finally a large half circle balcony overlooking the mountains and the cabins that were scattered around the high peaks.

He sat up and went to wash and dress himself to sleep for the night. He felt so exceedingly tired after such a draining day that all he wanted to fall into the land of dreams.

Yet, there was something that pressed his mind so much that he found it difficult to fall asleep.

He tossed and turned for about several minutes before getting up to walk out on the balcony for some fresh air.

As he stared out into the night sky that was dotted with stars and had a large full moon at the center, he could only think of his mother and his mentor Alexandra.

He imagined that his crowing would be with these two people by his side but instead it was bittersweet and a forlorn moment for him.

The thought of his mother made tears fall down his cheeks. The absolute injustice it was for his mother to be killed because of the Dark Lord. Some disgusting, power-hungry wizard felt it was best to attack his homeland for the sake of his own entertainment.

This wizard war had nothing to do with them until that man dragged them into it. Even the dragon seekers were viciously asking for his blood, so simply staying neutral was impossible.

Just the thought of the Dark Lord made Harry see red and the dragon inside of him wanted to break free and find and kill that man himself.

Slowly however, he took a breath and restrained himself. He learned from the moment his dragon broke free for the first time that it was literally like holding a beast inside your heart. At any moment, when his rage became too great, the dragon would come out and blood-rage would also settle in. Luckily after first turning into his dragon he held himself back and became human again.

Though as a dragon he would be strong enough to take down the Death Eaters and perhaps the Dark Lord, it was a double edge sword. The dragon could easily take over and he would end up killing everyone around him. The dragon-seekers, the people he swore to protect, were in even more danger of him being around them then the war itself.

And that thought made him despise himself.

With the long sigh he looked up at the stars and made a silent prayer.

"Mother if you can hear me, I need your guidance and love to keep me from hurting the people around me. I need to know what to do to keep my home safe."

After a moment he felt some more tears fall as he went inside to try and sleep again.

He was surprised when he found himself drifting to sleep comfortably as he could have sworn that someone familiar was right beside him.

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Voldemort sat on his throne with a wicked smile on his face. Death and destruction all thanks o his followers were ripping the world by the seams. It won't be long until Dumbledore and his pitiful army of light wizards fall before him.

As he sat along in the throne room brooding over his plans, one of his spies walks to him out of the shroud of darkness that covered the room.

"What news is there" demanded the Dark Lord.

In a low voice the person spoke, "the next Dragon King has been crowned today; the plans for what is to be done are kept in absolute secret. Unlike the light wizards the dragon seekers are very careful and trust little."

Voldemort was intrigued, "Who is the new king?"

"A young boy named…Harry."

Voldemorts eyes flashed red when he heard that name.

"What does he look like?"

"He is a teenager as of now with dark hair, green eyes, and a scar on his forehead."

Voldemort felt himself go cold for moment and then a flash of rage went though him.

"That Potter brat that vanished years ago is a King…how interesting."

Meanwhile outside of the large, gloomy manor, out on the windows looking into the throne room a small owl was watching intently and when the spy left the owl flew away as fast as he could, as his master commanded he was to do when he got all the information they needed.

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