Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other character, location, or whatever mentioned in the works of J.K. Rowling. I also don't own the cover image used for this fic, I found it on Google images.

My first romance fic, with the main pairing or Harry/Draco. Please beware that the pairing may take a while to mature, and that they won't jump into bed the second they see one another. I want this to be realistic and unlike most other HP/DM fics. I will add any warnings at the start of each chapter and any other notes I feel necessary.

(First part of chapter was changed a bit. 5/20/17)

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"Dialogue"

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***Chapter 1***

Pain. And more pain. Cold, hard, excruciating pain. Agony. Hate filled, gut wrenching, merciless pain filled Harry. He felt fire lick his aching muscles, burning them and reshaping them. His bones pinched themselves into a new form, twisting and turning in every which way. His skin pricked, it felt like thousands of needles digging into his flesh all at once. He felt his skin burn, and screamed.

'This is how I die.'

.oO-Oo.

Potter Manor 3:52 AM

Harry opened his eyes and scanned the room. 'Where the hell am I?' A wave of nostalgia hit him hard and suddenly memories flashed through his mind like a hurricane, rushing to get attention in a storm of everything imaginable.

Lily Potter. Her long, fiery red hair, her gentle and loving smile. Her blazing, gorgeous green eyes- his green eyes to be exact. She lifted Harry up and held him close. He chewed on her hair and she laughed. She leaned over Harry and placed a kiss on his forehead, it was gentle and sweet. The murmured words of, "I love you Harry."

Then it changed.

James Potter. His brilliant hazel eyes. His jet black hair stuck up in every which direction. He held Harry close and squeezed him to his chest. He kissed his forehead and smiled at him. He had a contagious smile, and Harry couldn't help smiling back at his dad. Harry grabbed on to his hair and pulled, he was rewarded with, "You little bugger! You're supposed to be nice to your dad! Don't pull out MY beautiful locks!" Then Harry would pull on them again with a small little baby laugh.

Sirius. His Young face, free of wrinkles and gray hairs and his eyes didn't look a thousand years old. He looked so carefree and happy. He swung baby Harry around and threw him in the air and caught him. He ignored Lily's protests and laughed with Harry. Harry laid on Sirius' chest, perfectly content, and Sirius placed a kiss on his forehead and nose, "Sleep well pup. I love you."

Remus. He smiled a wolfish grin and cradled Harry awkwardly. He sat him down on his lap and wiggled his knee, making Harry laugh and scream happily. He pulled Harry close and said, "I love you Harry, no matter what." Remus took Harry from a short chubby man saying, "Guess Harry isn't very fond of you Wormy, sorry." When he turned around, only Harry saw his smile and heard his mumble of, "At least Harry knows better and has good sense." Remus tucked him into a small crib, leaning over and giving him a small kiss on the head then rubbing his nose with Harry's nose, and saying, "I love you cub."

A short, stubby, and ratty looking man. He stood in the corner nervously. He took hold of Harry too tight and shook him around, trying to get him to stop crying, "Har, stop!" He whined, "I want to hold ya!" He smelt of musk and dirt, and Harry would always sneeze around him. He took Harry into the other room and into like, asking why Harry was screaming at him. Sirius interrupted and swept Harry out of his arms, "What'd you do to the kid Worms! He screaming like you tried to kiss him!" Sirius cooed at him and Harry calmed down and wiped his nose on Sirius' shoulder.

Harry was suddenly thrown back into reality and took a few breaths. He scanned the room again and noticed it looked just like it did in the memories. 'So', he realized, 'I'm somehow in the manor...' He, at that moment decided not to question it. He honestly didn't care how he got their, only that he was their, he would either wake up in a bit and be yelled at for sleeping, or he would remain in this amazing reality for a bit longer.

Harry picked his aching body up off the cold stone floor, ignoring his aching everything. He stood up and called for Charles, the head Potter-Black house elf, who he had met last summer, and said, "Charles, grab me some pain relieving potion please."

His heart thumped annoyingly at the back of Harry's mind, while everything else burned and ached. He slowly limped his way into the bathroom ready for a warm shower to hopefully cure his aching body. Charles quickly popped in with the potions and Harry made his way into the shower. The warm water and potions did wonders for his muscles, after the longest shower he could ever remember taking, Harry hopped out of the shower, already feeling better.

He went into his room and grabbed for a t-shirt, his claws digging into the fabric.

'CLAWS?!' Harry thought and held back a squeak, 'SINCE WHEN DO I HAVE CLAWS!?' Harry slowly regained a clear mind, pushing aside the shock and inspected his hands. They were darker, and harder, almost as if he had scales. Upon closer inspection, he realized he did indeed have scales. They made their way up his arm and shoulders, then onto his torso and...

Speedily, Harry ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He was covered in scales. SCALES for fucks sake! The only place that wasn't covered in scales was his face, and hair, which still looked the same, besides be darker and maybe thicker.

Harry ran through all the possibilities in his mind, What could've caused this? He came up blank and called again for Charles, the house elf Sirius had told him about before his death.

"What can know be doing for Master Harry?" The elf asked and bowed with a kind smile on his lips.

"Charles! What happened to me? What am I?" Harry asked, hands flaring, and worry present in his voice. He hated how weak and vulnerable he sounded, but he couldn't help it, he didn't know what he was!

"Of course master, you have blessed your Dragon form, you're a dragon fae."

"Blessed?! You bloody call this blessed?!" Harry challenged, he burrowed his eyebrows and glared at the house elf.

Charles simply smiled, he was used to masters mood swings when the unexpected happened, "The last one to ever exist was you eighth great grandfather, Harold Fleamont Potter. Before him Salzar Slytherin existed, and many in Merlins age were once reformed. During Hogwarts building, poachers became very popular, Dragon fae have been known to be very use full in potions, defence, and healing. And their scales were very stylish. By the time your grandfather was a dragon fae, he was the very last, they all died out."

"What?" Harry cried, looking down at the elf in shock, "Are there more like me?" He asked the elf, hoping and praying he wouldn't be the only one.

"Sadly sir, you happen to be the last one. The Potter and Black Libraries have some books on your new form, shall you want to read them?"

Harry nodded, still in a daze and the elf popped off. A mantra of 'I have a dragon form... I'm a dragon fae... They exist... I exist... I have a dragon form... I have a dragon form...' Ran through Harry's mind.

'Wait, don't dragons have wings?' Harry thought, breaking out of his mantra, he rushed to the bathroom and turned around... There, folded up nicely on his back sat pair of wings. Harry concentrated on the muscles on his back and pushed them away, expanding his wings. They were a beautiful shade of black with hints of silver and dark green; slytherin green. When they were completely stretched out, they were about twelve feet long. Harry subconsciously thanked his parents for making such large bathrooms, and then shook his wings.

The leathery skin flapped and made a whooshing sound, making Harry beam. 'I can fly with these', Harry realized with a sharp grin. Looking in the mirror once more, he was surprised to see that his teeth were pearly white, and he had sharp canines, almost like a vampire.

By the time Harry had folded his wings back up, Charles popped in the room carrying a stack of books. "Here you go, Master Harry."

Harry grabbed the top book and opened the flipped open to the first page.

The Turning

On the first night of the turning, the pup will experience an external pain all throughout the body. 47% of all pups will survive the change. If the Dragon pup survives the pain, then he shall develop a full Dragon form, all the while growing and maturing over the course of five weeks. Below is a listing of short explanations of each week.

Stages of Maturity

1. Birth. The pup will change into its form and remain in that form for 24 hours. Afterwards, the pup will be able to change at will with ease. Many pups admit to sleeping through the majority of this week, because the change wares them out. Most begin to test their wings and vocalizations, seeing what they can and can't do. This is the learning week. (See more on page 2)

Harry scratched his scales and decided to try it. He opened his mouth and tried to speak. Instead a deep screech escaped from his mouth. Harry flicked his younger and growled a deep, throaty growl. He told himself to experiment with his vocalizations later. He read on.

2. After the first week, the pup will grow more into its skin and prepare for its first shedding. The pup will be very irritable for the better part of the week. Many pups will develop their keen eyesight during this time as well. While in human form pups will be very last and have next to no energy. Pups may start blowing out small smoke rings and even some sparks while in their Dragon form. On the last day of the second week the pup will shed his skin. After the shedding they should be immune to most spells and jinxed. They'll also be able to heal at will. (See more on page 3)

'Great, I shed, like a sodding snake. The scale colors are bad enough as it is.' Harry thought irritatingly. 'Although, I guess the healing part is rather useful.'

3. The cravings will start up on the first day of the third week. 'Yippee.' He should be able to blow out fire while in Dragon form. Pups will start craving certain foods and closeness. After this week pups will only have to eat once a week if active, dragons have a slow metabolism so they can utilize every part of their meal over a weeks time. If they eat any more than twice a week the pup will become dazed and often act drunk. Having family and close friends near at all times is mandatory. If the pup is without attention he will become severely depressed and damaged for the remainder of his life, even while in human form. (See more on page 4)

'Oh, that's just bloody fucking fantastic. How the hell am I going to explain this to anyone?'

4. Now the pup should be full grown. The human side of him will also mature untill it reaches the age of 17. On the third day of the week many pups will shed again. Pups won't shed again unless injured. This week the pup should be mellow and a few cravings may reside. They might also be extra emotional. Many have reported a sense of desperation in their young. (See more on page 5)

'Hey look, an almost normal sounding week.'

5. Mates. Every Dragon pup is destined with a mate.

'No. Please no. No mates!'

The pup will feel his mate at the start of week five and begin craving his or her attention. The pup will be very emotional and desperate to see their intended. While being human, the pup might become extra clingy and needy. If at all possible keep pup with his mate for as long as possible. If he does not see his mate at least once during this week then the pup will loose all emotion untill he dies. (More about mates on page 6)

Harry quickly flipped through the pages, trying not to rip any and found page 6.

A dragons Mate.

During the duration of the fifth and final week of transition of a dragon form, all pups will begin to feel their mates. Dragons do not believe in harming their mate in any way, shape or form. Many pups will feel a longing to be with there mate at all times, at least untill the mating bond is satisfied. In 98% of mates, the Dragon is the dominant. If bond between the mates is ignored, then the dominant will become hugely depressed and die because they were unable to make their mate happy. The Dragon pup will feel an extreme longing towards their mate, even if they disliked their mate before their turning.

If the pup is kept from their mate for a prolonged period of time before the binding the pup may become snappy, sarcastic and depressed.

'Bloody fantastic. I'll become Snape.' Harry thought.

To keep a dragon from his mate is like keeping Merlin away from magic.

The majority of dragon fae will find their mates to be other magical creatures, like veelas, vampires, or werewolves. It has been recorded that every mate of a dragon will be of magical ancestry.

If the Dragon is unable to go to their mate during the fifth week and have some sort of physical contact the results could be fatal. Many pups have reported feeling unloved and unwanted, resulting sometimes in suicide.

'That's fucking phenomenal.' Harry thought.

Harry slowly put down the book and sighed, he was hoping for a normal sixth year. 'So much for a normal life. Let alone a normal year.'

Harry put the book down and walked out of his room and followed Charles to the living room. He figured that he would stay by himself for the first week then he'd find someone and ask them to come visit for a bit. Remus maybe. Ron? Or Hermione. Someone who wouldn't ask to many questions. Scratch Hermione, she'd ask every question possible. And Ron would bring the whole family... He really didn't want everyone to see him at his worst. So Remus it was.

Harry, still feeling exhausted, decided he would think more tomorrow and fell asleep on the couch.

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