The Drelf of the Northern Mountain
Harry rolls out of his makeshift bed; looking into the mirror he acquired from his parents. His pointed ears pierced at the base letting teeth hang down from them, His soft hide boots landing lightly on the stone floor. Tight dragon hide pants hug his rear just so and a tight hide tunic that left nothing to the imagination. "Mom, Dad I wish you were here". Small laugh "Even if you two were a weird and unlikely couple". He thinks back at the time his parents were alive his father a dragon with a human form. His mother an Elf from Rivendell sister of the current Lord Elrod she used to tell him. A Halfling has no place in either race Harry thought in pain; wasn't my life before this painful enough? His beloved Ginny killed him for his money six months after the fall of the dark lord on their wedding night. He was around long enough to know this was her, Ron's, Molly`s and Herminie's plan from the start; No one else knew that though, so he couldn't blame them. What have I done to be cursed to such a fate? A chill creeps down his spine as the feeling of darkness grows stronger down to the south. "I can't stay here forever." he whispers to himself as he grabs his weapons and cloak leaving his odd looking home. Unfurling his wings he takes a leap traveling south in hopes of helping save this world.