Morning sunlight spilled across the Valvas estate when an owl carrying a red-sealed envelope swooped through the open study window. Roy looked up from a stack of reports and caught it midair.
The sender's mark was unmistakable — a twin 'W' doodled in messy ink.
He unfolded the parchment.
"Oi, Roy!
You've been missing all the fun! Come visit the Burrow before term starts.
Mum's making breakfast and we've got something to show you!
– Fred & George"
Roy chuckled softly.
"The Weasley twins, huh? It's been a while."
Stretching his arm, he called into the open air.
"Dvalin."
The temperature shifted as a low, ancient roar echoed through the estate grounds. Moments later, a massive shadow fell across the courtyard — the Emerald Dragon of Storms, Dvalin, descended from the skies, wings shimmering with silver-blue energy.
Roy climbed onto her back, wind rippling through his hair.
"Let's go, Dvalin. Destination — Ottery St. Catchpole."
With a thunderous beat of her wings, Dvalin rose, breaking through the clouds as the countryside blurred beneath them.
The Burrow, Devon, England
The Weasley home was alive with morning chatter. The smell of toast, eggs, and bacon filled the kitchen as Molly Weasley bustled around, humming a cheerful tune.
At the long wooden table sat Arthur Weasley, his eyes twinkling behind his spectacles as he explained the function of a rubber duck to Harry Potter, who nodded politely, still trying to understand.
Fred and George were laughing over some new invention.
Ron was stuffing toast into his mouth.
Percy was reading the Daily Prophet with a self-important expression.
And Ginny, red hair tied back with a ribbon, glanced at the window every few seconds.
"Are you sure Roy's coming?" she asked softly, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.
"We sent him a letter," said Fred with a grin.
"But knowing Roy," George added, "he'll make an entrance."
"An entrance?" Harry looked curious. "What kind of entrance?"
Before they could answer, the entire house trembled.
A thunderous roar split the air.
Everyone froze. Forks clattered onto plates. Even Percy dropped his newspaper.
Arthur stood quickly.
"Molly... that didn't sound like—?"
"A dragon?" Ron squeaked.
They all rushed outside.
From the far end of the field, a massive shadow loomed closer — wings wide enough to blot out the sun. The dragon descended in a swirl of wind and dust, the ground quaking beneath its talons.
Ginny gasped. Harry's jaw dropped. Molly clutched Arthur's arm.
And then, from the dragon's back, Roy Valvas leapt down gracefully, his long coat flowing behind him like dark fire. His golden eyes gleamed in the morning light.
"Sorry for being late," Roy said casually, brushing off a bit of soot.
The Weasleys stared in stunned silence.
Fred and George were the first to break it.
"We told you he'd make an entrance!"
"That's not an entrance," Ron muttered. "That's— that's mental!"
Harry stepped forward, completely awestruck.
"Roy... that's your dragon?"
"Her name's Dvalin," Roy replied, patting her scaled neck. "She's a bit dramatic, but she likes making new friends."
Arthur's eyes gleamed with fascination.
"A real dragon... magnificent creature! Tell me, how does it—"
Molly cleared her throat sharply.
"Arthur, not now. Let the poor boy in before breakfast turns cold."
Roy smiled and reached into his enchanted satchel.
He handed Molly a neatly wrapped package.
"This is for you, Mrs. Weasley. The twins told me you make the best sweaters in England. I brought you some enchanted wool from my family's stores — it never fades and keeps you warm even in winter storms."
Molly blinked, surprised and deeply touched.
"Oh, Roy... that's so thoughtful of you! You're such a dear boy."
She beamed, her cheeks glowing.
"I'll make you a special sweater for Christmas — just you wait."
"I'll look forward to it," Roy said warmly.
Behind them, Ginny's blush deepened, and even Harry couldn't hide his grin.
Once inside, the cozy warmth of the Burrow wrapped around him. The family returned to breakfast, with Dvalin now perched on Roy's shoulder — shrunken down to a small, serpentine dragon barely the size of a cat.
"You really keep that thing on your head?" Ron muttered, staring.
"She likes the view," Roy said with a smirk. "Says wizard roofs are more comfortable than mountains."
Laughter rippled around the table.
As they were finishing their tea, the door opened — Cedric Diggory stepped in, brushing dust off his cloak.
"Morning, everyone," he greeted. "Fred, George — you said you needed help with the broom enchantments?"
Fred elbowed George with a grin.
"Ah, if it isn't the new Hufflepuff prefect."
"Prefect Cedric Diggory!" George added dramatically, bowing low.
Cedric sighed good-naturedly.
"You two never change."
Roy leaned back in his chair, a teasing smile on his lips.
"Prefect, huh? Should I start calling you 'Sir Cedric' now?"
Cedric laughed.
"Only if you want detention, Roy."
The table burst into laughter again, the air filled with warmth and lighthearted chatter. Even Molly couldn't help smiling as she watched the boys talk, her home once again filled with joy.
Outside, Dvalin rested quietly beside the Burrow, her wings folded, her eyes glowing softly like emeralds in the rising sun.