Dragons
Severus was unsure how he got stuck with the fledgling or how it had found its way into his cave to begin with. He rarely saw any other dragons, and this dragon was barely more than a couple years into its life and had ribs showing. It probably wouldn’t last through the night, he remembered thinking as the bright green eyes watched him.
It was still there when he woke up in the morning, in fact it had woke him up by climbing on him and sliding back onto the ground. For a starving fledgling, it seemed to be doing surprisingly well. Severus rolled his eyes and got up, readying his wings to leave when he heard a bleating sound. It was the first noise the fledgling made and an odd one for a dragon. Maybe that’s when he decided to keep the little fledgling or maybe he just decided to try nursing the fledgling back to health. Either way he came back shortly with meat, and the fledgling tried greeting him by trying to climb all over him.
He shook the fledgling over and nudged the meat over to him. It ate the meat while Severus watched him carefully. The fledgling would need a name he supposed, something to call it. Severus looked over it carefully, trying to tell what the little one was. It looked like a green horned from further north and possibly a male. The fledgling moved to Severus’s side the moment it- he finished the meat. It was remarkably fast for something so small.
Severus hesitantly put his head over the tiny fledgling. “What do I do with you? I don’t even know what to call you.”
The fledgling let out another odd bleating sound, but this one seemed more happy. That sound didn’t sound natural for a dragon, but then the fledgling looked up at him and made a more understandable sound, “Harry.” And then the darn thing curled up into his side and fell asleep.
Harry. His new fledgling had a name now. Severus sighed. He had a fledgling now. That was something he had never imagined in his lifetime.