Harry Potter: On the wings of destiny: A long time ago, in another world there were creatures called Dragoons. When Dart, the last of the Dragoons dies, the spirit of the divine dragon combined the power of all of the Dragoons. It was thought to be lost until one Harry Potter finds it. Au from the first year. Harry Potter/The legend of Dragoon crossover.

Okay, so I'm saying in this, just cause I don't really remember the ending of Legend of Dragoon, that Dart has married Shauna but because of his exposure to the Divine Dragoon spirit that he has been granted a longer life than that of his companions. So that means they are all dead except for him. That being said, on with the story!

In a small bedroom under the stairs, a small boy hugged his knees close to his body, hoping for someone, anyone to take him away. Tears ran down his face as he cried silently, but the only witnesses to his pain were a couple of spiders whom could do nothing but watch. Meanwhile…

The man sighed as he pulled the dark cloak from over his head, tossing it onto a vacant chair. Dust stirred from under his boots and he sighed, "I really should clean this place. Shauna would kill me if she saw it like this." Then he chuckled dryly to himself, it had been many years since he had thought of his long passed wife.

'Talking to yourself again, if you're not careful, they're liable to take you away.'

"Like you would ever allow that." The first time the spirit of the divine dragoon had taken to talking to him, Dart had thought he was going crazy, especially after his fellow dragoons had never heard anything from their own spirits. Over time, he had come to accept it as part of the package that came with being the vessel of the most powerful dragoon spirit and had learned not to answer out loud. Now however, almost one hundred years after he had saved the world from Melbu Frahma (Spelling?) no one recognized him as the hero he had been, leading to a rather solitary existence, and so he did not fear answering aloud.

'How many of the spirits do we have now?'

"Almost all except for the Red-eye dragoon spirit."

'And we would have had that too if you had listened to me.'

"And how would I have explained to the judges of the contest that my ability is one they haven't seen in one hundred years? Besides we can always steal it later."

'Are you sure you still want to go through with this? My power can still extend your years a little longer.'

"For what? We've searched all of the world, every year for one hundred years now. There is no one in this world that I would trust not to abuse the power of the dragoons. Besides I've lived a long life, I'm ready to see my friends and wife again."

Having said this, Dart picked up the small wooden container that he had built to house the spirits, all of them glowing, as if showing that they accepted his decision. He shut the lid, pulled hsi cloak back on, and changed into his dragoon form. It was easy enoug in that form to break into the house of the man whom had been the main judge for the Hero Competition and take back the shining red spirit from the bedside. Once outside, he retransformed back into Dart, feeling the power of the Divine Dragoon leaving him. He shut his eyes from the brilliance, watching as the box and it's contents dissappeared.

"Safe journey my friend." He said tiredly, and then shut his eyes for the last time.

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In the ministry of magic, power moniters of every sort went absolutely crazy, and then went silent.

"What was that?"

"I don't know but whatever it was, it was powerful."

"Did you get a fix on it's location?"

"No, only a general ping somewhere in England."

"Then we'll just have to wait for it to reappear. Power like that belongs in the hands of the Ministry, we have to find it!"

Harry was dutifully making his way through the garden, plucking every last weed even as his back screamed from being bent over so long. Sweat ran down his shirtless back, and for a moment he looked up, hoping that he could at least run to the garden hose and grab a drink while his Aunt was busy staring at the neighbors, but there was no such luck. She was staring at him with her cruel eyes, he sighed, and went back to work. It was just as he was finally finishing the job that his fingers brushed against something wooden. He frowned, as he pulled a small box from under the weeds. A jolt of power ran up his arm and all the way through his body as he touched the lid of the box.

'You boy.'

Harry frowned as his head whipped around, concerned that with his attention on his discovery that he had missed his Aunt yelling at him for something, but she was inside now.

'You have strength inside you boy, magic as well. You will do.'

And then there was a blinding flash of light and Harry knew no more.

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