Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
AN: Co Written with my best friend Callie.
The moon was red and the night sky purple which meant it was time for the dragons to wake.
The Great Dragon Singer came sleepily out of the cave and stretched his wings wide; it was time to start the ritual.
A ritual to keep the dragons from returning to their original home Hogwarts. Before the founders built the school there it was home to most unique and rare dragons.
The place had been pulsing with ancient magic since the dawn of time and the dragons had absorbed much of it: they could think rationally and talk.
But the most unique trait they had was being able to cast spells by singing.
Legend had it that they were the start of magic and when the last one of them died it'd be the end of magic.
And yet that hadn't stopped the most powerful witches and wizards of the time banning them from this magical place.
Then start a war, a war that on and off would stretch through ten centuries.
The dragons wept for the blood their children had shed since
their banishment. But they could do nothing while the Great Dragon Singer lived. He was one of the four who had banished them.
Only he had the power to keep them under control and he was taking full advantage of his position.
This man was once known as Godric Gryffindor, but he was that man no more.
Now he was the Great Dragon Singer who could have stopped the bloodshed, but didn't.
