Amour

(A/n: bear with it please, you've already started reading it so please just stick w/ it? thnx! reviewers get imaginary prizes!)

Chapter 1: Eyes and Auras

I wondered the dormitories of Hogwarts, reminiscing of the last time I was in fifth year all those many years ago. Sometime this year I will reach my sixth hundred birthday. I don't remember the day exactly, years have spoiled that. I stared at the beds in the dormitory, red and gold, always the same old thing. I always got sorted into Gryffindor.

I made my way over to the mirror and stared back into my own piercing crystal-blue eyes. If you looked close enough, you could see the slight vertical orientation of my pupils. This was left over from being a dragon for so many ages.

I sighed. I still remembered the day, when I first discovered I had magic capabilities. Back then, Hogwarts didn't exist and magic was not your friend. It was a different magic then now, it has long been out of use. It is too dangerous, too close to necromancy. I had discovered I had this when I started to hear things when people weren't talking- I started to hear the dead.

I tried to keep my abilities to understand a secret, but it was difficult; my powers began to expand and eventually I could animate the dead as well as telepathy and telekinesis. Unfortunately my parents found out, and I was kicked- quite literally- out of the house. This is when I discovered I could shape shift, not to any creature but a dragon with crimson red scales, electric blue eyes, and wings, glorious wings!

Since that day I had lived with the dragons, they welcomed me cautiously. I had stayed in my dragonian form for a couple hundred years, discovering I could not die- I had attempted suicide multiple times as my dragon friends had moved on. I had heard of a school and decided I would try out this school for witches and wizards, Hogwarts it was called. I had learned to 'use' a wand; however I did not need it. I created magic; I had no use for a wand or other instrument of magic 'usage'.

I shook myself back into the present, and checked my hair. I always wanted to look good; the dragons had trained me to always look my best. If you were scuffed, scarred or rumpled it was an insult and a mistake that would cost your acceptance to the assembly. I smoothed my hair- it was a couple inches short of reaching my shoulders. I loved the colour of my hair; it was a deep russet-red hair, the same colour of my scales when I was in my other form.

I sighed and glanced around the room. Sirius and James's things were strewn about the room as always. Remus's was neatly put away and I mentally ignored Peter's things- I disliked him.

I sighed again, I shouldn't have made friends. Last time I did, it was so hard to have to disappear from their lives. As it would be again. I closed my eyes then reopened them. Using my dragonian Sight, I could see the faint remnants of the auras left by Sirius, James, Remus, and- unfortunately- Peter.

I loved using my Sight to see these colours, Sirius's is a blue-green with traces of red; red in the person's aura meant they were a friend to you and black meant they where a foe. James's colour is light golden again with traces of red. Peter's aura is a straight up brown; this meant the person could be a foe or a friend. Ah yes, Remus's aura, it is most intriguing, periwinkle with traces of red and silver. Silver was the unmistakable sign of lycanthropy.

Checking the clock I decided that it was time to go, History of Magic would be out soon. I always skipped that class, history never changed and I had lived through most of it and there was the risk of Professor Binns remembering me from years past. I would alter my classmates' memories later so that I would be in that class.

I wondered out of the dormitory, making myself invisible to the Fat Lady, I didn't want her to remember me either. Still using my Sight, I began to see fresh aura trails leading to the Great Hall for lunch. A familiar violet with red aura caught my attention- Lily was here.