It was the year after the war had ended. The final battle that killed so many and left so many to feel the pain of losing everything. But there were two; two had no one left but the whole world in their fiercely pounding fist. They could see those blood thirsty days of war before their eyes as if they relived it every night and day.
Ron had left them. Left them to live with Dumbledore and Sirius and so many other wonderful people. And he had left Harry and Hermione behind, making them promise to live. The only thing they wished not to do any longer. Now, Ron's family was ruined, Fred, Ginny, Fleur, and Arthur had also left. Now his family was full of so many holes there was not enough of anything to hold it together again. But life went on, Harry and Hermione went on.
Devastated by the losses and content from their full victory had left them raw, parched and shriveled up into a crazy shell that housed too many emotions yet still seemed empty. They could not keep themselves alone, where nightmares lurked around every corner of the mind like dust. So they bonded, adopted each other into their minds, their hearts, their souls.
They performed the ceremony together, cutting each other on the wrist and bleeding into a cup. When the cup filled halfway, they healed their arms and cast the patronus charm into it. The blood slowly engulfed the light animals and turned the colour of their purity. Harry's became satin maroon and Hermione's, moss green. Next, they cried, a teaspoon of tears into the mix. With that done, they took the other's essence and poured it down their own throats. It had just begun.
They had been changed previously before the war. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville had finally realized they were not strong enough. Back then, the dragons had adopted them for a price. They would have to protect the dragons from entering this war. The quintet had received a dragon heart each that gave then as mush power and energy as the dragons themselves. With this came the physical changes to wield it all.
Their powers had also specialized to one of the elements. They could still perform all of the normal wizard spells but also some of the most difficult. You could decipher what type of element they had control over by their eyes. Neville's had turned blue, you could see the water in him ripple. Hermione's eyes had remained brown, but now looked coarse with an earthy undertone. In Ginny's eyes, you could see the red flames flickering. Ron had specialized wind, his eyes took on a stormy grey colour. But Harry, he hadn't perfected one, he had perfected all. In his eyes, fire burned with anger, water rippled with contentment, the wind howled with fear and the earth broke with shock. They had also learned how the dragons used their magic, Shurqnia, the dragon tongue.
Harry was the dragon prince; the others were his bodyguards, attendants, and friends. Yet Harry had remained a parseltongue. The war had been won, and the dragons were given their rightful place. Harry continued to be their heir to their throne, not matter where or when and he had the markings to prove it. A gift had also come with becoming a dragon, for when human and dragon blood mixed, it made the person immortal. Too bad Voldemort didn't know this, at least then he wouldn't have been able to kill anymore. Dragons are peaceful creatures that don't take part in violence by their own free will.
Now, because of the ceremony, the world would change more.
Hello people, this is my first fic so try to be motivating about it. Tell me if I should continue writing or if this is a lost cause.