A/N: Hello? Is anyone reading this? If so, I will possibly build you a shrine, and my cat will glare at you... yeah... she does that to everybody. If you are reading this author's note, go to the bottom (once you have finished the chapter) and review. Type the message 'Nerd ain't no pinata' (Bonus points for adding what that's a quote from and who says it! :)) and then type you're review. If you don't do this, that's fine, I just want to see if anyone does... *End the note of the author*
Chapter one: The Egg
Harry looked on in wonder, as Hagrid pulled the egg out of the fire. Was amazing. To think, that that small egg would one day become a gargantuan, majestic dragon. Hagrid placed the egg on the wooden table, in his wooden house, and it started to shake. Hermione and Ron jumped back, but Harry stood in place, transfixed. He was about to witness something that most people would never see in their lifetime. He was about to see a dragon hatch. The egg continued to shake, rocking the table. But it did not crack.
"What's 'appened? Why won' it hatch?" Hagrid looked worried, and he prodded the egg. Harry couldn't help but worry as well, and he leaned forward, poking the egg. He didn't know what compelled him to do so, but he suddenly picked it up. He held it in front of him with both hands, and, (as he would later hear from Hermione) started to glow, wisps of golden mist seeming to emanate from him, and cling to his hands and he egg he held. For some unknown reason, he started to think for a name. Suddenly, the perfect one popped into his head. "Ariana!" He said, his voice taking on a thick,gutteral tone that he had never heard before. The egg started to shake even more vigorously, and it began to crack. He set it back on the table, mouth agape in shock. He had no idea what had happened. The cracks forming atop the egg spread down the sides, and pieces of shell flaked off. Suddenly, the entire top of the shell burst off, like a bullet out of the barrel of a gun, and hit the ceiling. The shell turned to dust, and the group held their breath as the glittering bits of shell drifted to the floor. Well, everyone but one person. Ginny Weasly had been outside, looking through the cracked open window, and when she saw the eggshell turn to dust, she gasped. When she gasped, she inhaled a bit of the egg. But when that happened, she began to cough. Then her presence was discovered. Ron ran over to the door, and poked his head out. What he saw surprised him. Why was his little sister there? Well, barely little, she was less than a year younger than him. But he rubbed it in that he was older every chance he got. After all, what were older brothers for? He snapped out of his reminiscing, and ran over to her. She was coughing, and possibly choking. He guided (more like carried) her to the door, panicking. As soon as she was over the threshold, he started to gabble random sentences. "Ginnyischoking! Idon'tspeakgobbldygook! No! Spider!" (author's note: Gobbldygook is the language that goblins speak. Just so ya know, if you didn't already) harry ran over, and placed his hand on Ginny's forehead. Some of the gold mist still surrounding him seemed to seep in to her, and her breathing returned to normal. He sighed in relief. He would not have been able to bear it if anything had happened to Ginny...
Ginny slowly opened her eyes. She was laying on the floor in Hagrid's hut, and Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid were standing off to the side. When she looked up, she saw two pools of green... green... as her surroundings came into sharper focus, she realized that the green was Harry's eyes. Harry's eyes... Harry's eyes were green as a fresh pickled toad... but not in a bad way, more like if the toad was sparkly... she mentally shook herself. "Wha... what happened?" she asked, as Harry took his hand off of her forehead.
"Your magical core was unbalanced, due to you inhaling the dragon egg dust, which was pure old magic. I balanced your magical core, using my magic, which is both that of the old religion, and of the new era." He did not know where the words came from, but they seemed to fit. Suddenly, the pressure and bizarreness of all that had just happened got to him. He fainted.
A/N: Woot! I actually have like two chapters written other than this for this fic, and will eventually update them after I finish another chapter, so I always have two back-up chapters. Hope you liked the first chapter! :D
PS: What is 'woot' an acronym for? Maybe... Wildly Orchestrated Orangutan Tea-party? Waterlogged Old Orange Televisions? Winged Odd Or Trousers? I have no idea... please tell me! I read it some where, then I forgot. :P (Me sticking my tongue out at myself, because that's what same people do (not))
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