Black wings flapped furiously through the air, trying to escape it's pursuers. But the men on brooms weren't giving up. The black dragon roared it's frustration out, trying to go faster.
Charlie Weasley, the one leading the "men on brooms," shot a sleeping spell at the dragon. When the sanctuary found out that this dragon was here, they ordered a patrol to bring her in.
She was a rare obsidian black dragon, that, until recently, was believed to be extinct. But the shape of her horns, the curve of her wings, told them otherwise.
With another roar, the dragon lowered into the trees, breaking the line of vision of the men. The said men zoomed in after her, but found…nothing. It was as if she'd disappeared!
They split up, half going left and the rest going right. They could still see each other, but were far enough away where it could still be considered dangerous. Both groups entered a clearing, only to stop dead at what they saw.
The dragon was on the ground, her wings spread out wide, a soft green light filling the clearing. It flashed briefly, the slim female dragon morphing. Her black body morphed into pale skin, the wings shrinking slightly, but still remained large.
When the dragon turned around, it wasn't a dragon, it was a boy, slim and pale, clad in only a black pair of jeans. His enormous wings spread out threateningly, his sharpened teeth bared, long, curved horns emerged from unruly black hair, which nearly covered the shining green eyes. Movement caught Charlie's eyes, as a snake-like tail with emerald green spikes whipped out like a lash before curling around his leg.
"Charlie, I think you were wrong about it being a 'her.'" One of the men, Aron, chuckled nervously before they all sprang into action.
Half fired more sleeping spells, trying to subdue the "dragon," while the others were throwing nets, trying to entangle the wings. But, wings blocked the spells, and because of the constant movement to avoid the spells, the nets were falling empty.
A wicked smile pulled at the lips of the…dragon? Boy? Charlie didn't know what it was, but he wanted to find out.
When a spell hit him in the chest, the boy's mouth opened and he hissed. It sounded like he was speaking, but all that was heard was the snake-like hissing. When it stopped, almost as if expecting an answer, and non came, he snarled, and the group was back in full action.
The dragon started to migrate up, his wing beats barley missing the leaves of the trees. The boy's chest suddenly swelled, sucking in a breath, steam curling from his lips as he gave a smirk, his eyes glowing. "Shit! MOVE!" Charlie ordered, lunging off his broom, and out of the way of the greenish-blue flames. He winced upon hearing one of his comrades scream as he was caught in the middle of the fire. He pushed off the ground, his eyes wide as he stared where the flapping wings were heard.
A smile found his lips as he grabbed his broom, somehow undamaged from the fire, and flew up, to see the retreating form of the boy dragon. He wanted, and was about to, follow after him, but he was needed on the ground for a moment.
"Is everyone alright?" He asked, dropping on the ground, twirling his broom compulsively.
"Only Aron got caught in the flames." Said Cornelia Vasile, the only woman on the team.
Charlie turned his gaze to the charred remains of the man, who'd just completed his training, sadness welled slightly in his chest. But they all knew the dangers of going after dragons, let alone the Obsidian Dragon. "Take him back, do the reports, but I'm not letting this one go. I'll track him. Send him back, too."
"But…" She began, but Charlie was already air-born, flying away. He tailed the boy, who was a dragon again, from a distance, not letting himself be seen. He glided smoothly through the air, even ducking down into the trees below to hide himself from the green gaze.
After about an hour, the dragon descended into the trees, Charlie following still farther back. He landed silently on a branch, as close as dared to get. He watched as the dragon landed in a covered clearing, stretching like a cat, his tail curling and his wings stretched fully out. Then he basically dropped on his side, wiggling on the ground. It took Charlie a moment to not laugh out loud. Dragons only did these things in their nests.
The dragon then curled up, the sleeping spell finally taking it's toll on the dragon. Well, it was meant more for a human, even if it was powerful to send several big men on their asses. Charlie moved, silently, to a wider branch that still over-looked the nest, and sat, his legs on either side of the brach, his back against the trunk of the tree. He intended to sit there and watch, as it was dangerous to go after a dragon when the sun went down, especially a black dragon, and ended up passing out.
Charlie was startled out of his sleep, when he opened his eyes, still halfway asleep, and saw green eyes framed with black hair. He didn't have time to move before he was in the air, hands wrapped around one of his wrists. He looked down at the now tiny trees before looking up at the furious green eye. That strange hissing sound came from his mouth again.
Charlie could feel the grip on his wrist lessening, he could feel his heart beating faster. "Wait!" He said, one hand coming up to grip the wrist of one of the dragon's.
Shocked green eyes looked at him for a moment, before narrowing in concentration. He spoke again, this time in broken sentences. "Why…you….here?"
Okay,
1- I don't own Harry Potter
2 - I couldn't help it, i love the dragon!Harry idea too much to let this go to waist
3 - i have not abandoned my other stories, i'm working on them as well, i just wanted to get this out there
4 - unless you haven't figured it out, harry is speaking parselmouth, and doesn't know a lot of english
i hope you enjoyed -^w^- (i will continue)