Authors Note:

Drem Yol Lok, dii braan joor. Hello, everyone. My name is Ashtheking, as all of you know. I've written a couple stories in the past, namely By the Light of the Moon, a Percy Jackson fanfic. Let me start off by saying that while I had planned to re-write it (indeed, I have notes and plans laying around on my computer here somewhere), Percy Jackson just doesn't hold much of an appeal for me anymore, and I personally find the story I wrote terrible in terms of quality. If anyone wants to adopt it, I'd be glad to beta it, and offer my advice and story plans via PM, but I just don't see myself continuing it. So message me if you want to adopt it. If you want to express your displeasure, review the fanfic, I get emailed whenever you do.

Now, let me tell you about this fanfic. This was a bit of a spur-of-the-moment idea that just popped into my head one day, and refused to go away. So I decided to type it up and post it, to see what you guys thought. The basic premise is that Harry Potter learns Thu'ume, and applies them to surviving against the Dark Lord. That's all I'll say for now, though keep in mind that I try not to make my characters overpowered, and I like to make worlds mesh together as much as possible.

As always, please read, review, and recommend!

Faal Sen Voth Dovah Sos

It was, unfortunately, not a completely ordinary day for the residents of 4 Privet Drive, who prided themselves on being ordinary and normal.

Their son, and their great joy, one Dudley Dursley (who was sometimes mistaken for a pig in a wig) had announced that he and his friends wanted to go camping, "because it's cool". The Dursleys, always ready to do what their son wanted, immediately purchasing the necessary gear to do so. They packed up the supplies, and scheduled the outing for the nearest weekend, which had come around. By all rights, the family should be joyfully preparing for the trip.

However, instead of being joyful, the parents Dudley Dursley, Vernon and Petunia, were actually quite distressed. The reason for their distress was the other resident of 4 Privet Drive, who they usually liked to pretend didn't exist, one Harry James Potter, who was all of 9 years old, and rather unimposing.

"What do you mean Mrs. Figg is sick?" Vernon Dursley, who was a rather large man, nearly bellowed. The reason for his distress was simple, in his mind. His no-good nephew-in-law usually stayed with the local cat lady, Arabella Figg, when his normal family went out for any reason. His wife, Petunia, responded "You heard what I said, Vernon. She tripped over one of her cats and fell. She's in the hospital for the next few days. She can't take the boy."

Vernon, who was struggling to keep his temper, responded "What about that friend of yours. Mary, was it?" Petunia pursed her lips together, "Her name is Marilyn. And even if I wanted to let her know about the brat, she's gone for the summer, visiting the Caribbean."

Vernon turned and bellowed. "BOY! GET OVER HERE, NOW!" The boy in question, the aforementioned Harry James Potter, appeared from the cupboard under the stairs. Unlike what one might expect, Harry wasn't cleaning, or playing a game, or grabbing supplies from said cupboard. You see, the cupboard was where he lived, and had lived for as long as he could remember.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked timidly. Vernon took a few breaths, trying, and failing, to control his temper. "You're coming with us. I suppose you'd be useful in obtaining firewood, and hauling around the tent. Now go grab your things and get in the car."

Harry was very happy, at the moment. He never got to go on any kind of trip before, mainly because his cousin Dudley whined about having him along. But even Dudley couldn't get Harry out of this trip, as not a single one of the Dursleys' contacts were available to babysit him. It was the chance of a lifetime, and Harry mentally thanked whoever gave him the opportunity.

The Dursleys and the Polkisses, who were there to escort the rest of Dudley's gang to the camping ground, arrived there early in the afternoon. Throughout the entire trip, Harry, who was sitting in the back with Dudley and Piers Polkiss, was kicked and punched whenever Vernon and Petunia weren't looking. Despite that, Harry was still excited to be going on the trip. The rest of the gang was in the Polkisses car. Mrs. Polkiss, who drove them there, left quickly after arriving, thanking Ms. Dursley for volunteering to chaperone the kids.

I can explore a forest! Harry thought happily. It can't be that hard to escape Dudley's gang in such a place. Maybe then I can find some animals, and see some huge trees. It's going to be quite fun!

Uncle Vernon actually helped him out, in that regard. He took the young boy aside and told him clearly. "I want no funny business, you understand, boy? You keep away from the rest of these respectable young men, and don't bring them any trouble. Go gather some firewood, and don't come back until sundown. I've heard there are bears in these woods, boy. Maybe one will eat you, and take you off my hands." He chortled at that, and waved him off in the opposite direction of Dudley. Harry happily complied.

Harry wandered throughout the forest, picking up some dry twigs and branches that he found on the ground, about three quarters of a mile from the Dursleys' camp. He was following a butterfly, which flitted around to and fro with no care in the world. At least, that's how it looked to the nine year old.

Suddenly, ahead of him, he saw a man. At least, he thought it was a man, as it was hard to tell at this distance. The figure was clothed in golden robes which looked very regal. The man was facing away from the young boy, and was glowing with a soft but still blinding golden light, which felt warm and peaceful, like the sun on a summer day.

Harry must have made a sound, because the figure gave a half turn, his face still hidden from the boy at this distance and lighting. He made a motion as if asking Harry to follow him, and started walking briskly through the forest. Harry grabbed a few of the sticks that had fallen and dashed after him, managing to keep up with the being.

Harry and the man traveled like this for about five to ten minutes, moving from tree to tree. In all, the total distance covered should have been about a quarter of a mile.

Far away, in the office of a powerful wizard, who was currently traveling through the hallways of his school, a device which was set up eight years ago to monitor the location of Harry Potter started, ticking awkwardly for a second as the boy moved over thirty miles in the course of seven and a half minutes. With no magical activity detected in the area, the powerful spells cast upon the device treated it as an accident, and the alarm was not set off.

The man walked into a clearing, stopping in front of a rather large curved rock formation. Harry was running behind him, and almost ran into the figure. Turning, he faced the boy.

Harry gasped, for the man had the head of a dragon. Suddenly, the light surrounding the man increased, and a powerful aura of power was felt in the clearing. The light became almost blinding, as the dragon-man opened his maw and spoke.

"Blessed be ye, my child. Take mine blessing, and prove thyself worthy of more in time."

The Man/Dragon then vanished with an additional burst of light. Harry realized he was on his knees, clutching his bundle of sticks like a lifeline. He also realized he had a slight golden aura surrounding him, which was fading rapidly.

Suddenly he heard a roar.

Glancing around, Harry failed to see anything. His blood sang, a primal war song chanting in the back of his head, making it hard to concentrate on anything else. He heard a second roar, and a voice from his subconscious cried out. Watch the skies, traveler.

Looking upward, he gasped and dropped his bundle, the sticks scattering haphazardly, an entire afternoon's worth of work forgotten in sheer, primal, terror. The fear one obtains when faced with a super predator, the kind mankind once felt daily.

The terror produced by a Dragon.

The beast encircled him, roaring out again, causing birds to fly away from distant trees. The dragon was huge, at least ten times as big as Uncle Vernon, let alone him. It was gray, with tattered wings that still held it aloft.

It did a final spiral before touching down upon the rock the Dragon-Man disappeared in front of, rearing up to flap its' wings once before peering its' head down toward Harry. The dragon's head moved down, stopping about a half a foot in front of Harry. He stumbled backward, terrified, holding his arms out for balance, and fell to the ground. The Dragon cocked its head in a half turn, and opened its' maw. It then spoke, in an old and guttural voice.

"Am? Hi los joor sen, voth kogaan nol dii Bormah, ahrk… Faal Dovah-Sos? Ko daar Bok? Eh, Zu'u sahrx. Drem yol lok, Zu'u Paarthurnax."

Authors Note:

Well, I hope you liked the story so far, and kudos to those who recognized the "Dragon Man" when he was first introduced. I hope it made it clear enough when I revealed his face. If not, you'll find out next chapter. Tell me in the reviews what you think about the story, and suggestions for what should happen. A lot of things will be made clear next chapter, if you don't understand the Draconic. I personally find [Thu'um dot org] very useful in that regard, both for reading and writing Dovahzul.

Edit [3/10/14]: Minor nitpicks due to my reviewers pointing out flaws. Thanks!