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Far North
Harry's POV:
Harry stared out into the vast, snow-covered clearing at all of his latest conquests. Five of them.
He had already, in the first three short months that he had been here in the Far North, managed to track down and take control of five magnificent White Dragons.
He had been right about them, too.
They possessed a much higher, more cunning level of intelligence than the common, more brutish dragons he had encountered in the south.
After he had defeated and taken control of the first one's mind, getting it to willingly, if begrudgingly, follow him, the other White Dragons in the area had clearly gotten the message.
They had started to actively stay away from him, avoiding him as much as they possibly could.
The next one had taken him a full two weeks to finally hunt down, simply because it was constantly on the move, never staying in one place for more than a day.
Unfortunately for him, in a full-out, long-distance flight, the smaller, more streamlined White Dragons were actually faster than he was in his larger, bulkier dragon form.
So, if he couldn't get the initial jump on one, if he couldn't ambush it, then it would simply fly off before he even got a chance to do anything.
He had, of course, used complex, long-range tracking charms to try and keep up with them, but even Apparition didn't help that much, since they spent most of their time high up in the air, only coming down to rest and eat.
And he, unfortunately, needed to do both of those things as well, which made it incredibly difficult to catch up to a creature that never seemed to tire.
It didn't help, either, that they could apparently also sense magic to some extent, which, Harry should have guessed, since he already knew they could magically suppress their own presence to an extent.
He hadn't confirmed it yet, but he also strongly believed that they possibly possessed some form of natural, chameleon-like camouflage ability, one that they utilized with the innate magic in their bodies to blend in with the snowy, white landscape.
As annoying and as frustrating as all this was, it was also extremely, incredibly fascinating. He had not had the chance to study White Dragons in any real depth until now, and they were definitely a truly fascinating, and highly unique, subspecies.
He was now pretty sure that it was almost impossible for them to ever give birth to a Golden Dragon, simply because they actually used much of the ambient magic that they absorbed for their own survival, for their stealth and their speed. It also, he realized, explained why there were originally so few of them.
They couldn't give birth to large litters of dragons like their southern cousins. They could only birth one, or perhaps two, hatchlings at a time, simply because they did not have enough excess, stored-up magic to successfully incubate any more than that.
Eventually, though, after weeks of patient, relentless tracking, he had finally caught up with the second dragon, sneaking up on it while it was sleeping, coiled up in a hidden, snowy crevice.
The battle had been quicker than the first one he had gone through, but it had been just as intense, just as brutal.
Casting complex, non-draconic magic, beyond just strengthening his own fire breath, was annoyingly, almost impossibly, difficult while in his dragon form, so battle usually required actual, physical force and skillful, tactical maneuvering.
The third dragon had been the most ferocious of the lot, and had also been the biggest White Dragon he had, so far, had to face.
It wasn't that much bigger than the others of its subspecies, but it was stronger, faster, and far more aggressive.
Harry also suspected that it might have been younger, more reckless, than the first two that he had conquered.
Despite its considerable physical strength, however, its mental fortitude, its willpower, was not nearly as strong as the first two. It had submitted much more quickly once defeated.
The fourth and fifth were actually the easiest of the bunch, as they had, rather conveniently for him, already been fighting each other over some territorial dispute when Harry had swooped in, while they were both tired and weakened.
They had been smart enough, he had to give them credit, to immediately set aside their own dispute to try and tag-team him, but it hadn't mattered much in their weakened, injured state.
Harry was sure, though, that if they had both been at their full, uninjured strength, he would have had some actual, serious trouble on his hands. Or, well, claws.
Now, he had led them all here, to this massive, secluded clearing. Harry had decided that this would be the place.
This would be where he would build his first settlement, the place that would eventually become the capital, the very start, of his new, northern kingdom.
His first, and most formidable, enemy was the relentless, biting cold.
The biggest, most obvious issue with the fact that there were barely any people living out here in the Far North, when compared to the other, more temperate kingdoms of the continent, was simply how unbelievably cold it was, all year round.
No one, except for the absolute hardiest of people, wished to risk freezing, or starving to death, just to come and live out their lives in what was, for all intents and purposes, a barren, frozen wasteland.
Now, making the entire Far North warmer was a monumental, almost god-like task, a feat that was likely greater than even his considerable ability.
But making this clearing, this specific area where he would build his first settlement, warm enough to comfortably live in… that would be doable.
The first task would be to set up a magical perimeter, a massive, invisible dome, to keep the precious heat in, and to stop it from escaping out into the frozen wilderness.
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