Bear with me in the time and place sequence. It will make sense soon enough.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K Rowling's work nor do I own her, Europe, or any other placement I add in, though most characters are original.
Among the majestic snow-hugged mountains of Sibiu, Transylvania, hidden from the migrating Saxon's eyes by the tall, life-filled trees, lays a lone hut tucked away inside of a mountain's gaping mouth. Half-encased by the massive wonder's shadow, the crudely-made shelter was skillfully placed with an eye towards the forest and a view of the mountains surrounding it. Its roof consisted of somewhat evenly cut planks of wood, each pasted onto one another with a mysterious substance, creating a sloping canopy of oak. The roof protected two meager floors of this lonely building quite efficiently and was taken care of monthly. The floor below the roof had walls of similar planks held together by similar liquids, preventing any snow to blow into this shanty and freezing it. The one below that, the ground floor, merely withstood the weight it was carrying with walls made of large stones, each perfectly placed to allow a single window and doorway for entry. The window, placed to the front of the house, looked into the deep huntergreen forest filled with game and tiny creatures alike while the doorway faced the ominously darkening cave. A single Romanian called this creation her home, her beautifully-made artwork.
35 years earlier
She was an odd child at birth, taking shapes of creatures she happened to stumble upon, thinking it a pastime every child in her village owned. It soon occured to her that she was different, from the way her parents weeped at the sight of her to the village kids calling her horrid names too sickening to repeat. Lonely, oh so very lonely, she soon believed she was a freak. She was agonizingly tall when she reached the age of seventeen and began to freeze into that time frame, scaring her village into shunning the girl. "Witch!" They screamed as they realized, at the age of thirty, the woman hasn't aged one bit.
"Daughter of the wretched worms, leave!" Kicking and screaming, her parents willing allowed their daughter to be dragged away blindfolded, not caring of the "spawn" they lovingly raised for a short while. The ones designated to bring the she-devil left her tied to a stake near the base of a mountain, an offering to appease the dragons that were rumored to live on the other side. Screaming from fury, the outraged woman tried to pull the tightly wound rope around her hands, causing burns to appear on her dark skin as an award.
Night passed and morning soon wakened the nearly deranged woman with its smiling face in the horizon. She wept, for it was common knowledge that the dragons hunted at the crack of dawn. Her resolve soon strengthened and she lifted her head from her chest. If it is my fate, I shan't die with my eyes closed. The female inhaled sharply as an enormous shadow enveloped her and disappeared just as quick as it appeared. The wind suddenly picked up at breakneck speed, forcing her head to lean in the direction the current was flowing, a headache forming from the strain on her body still tied to the wooden stake. Eventually it died down to a gentle draft filled with the scent of finely burnt wood. Head hanging from the force of the gale, she left it there as she felt the dragon's breath in her hair, the strands flowing one way then the other as the glorious beast took in her smell. Taking in a shuddering breath, she lifted her head slowly, her eyes trailing on the dragon's body before meeting its smoldering eyes of deep champagne.
Its dark body rippled with obvious power and strength as her eyes met its, each scale shined in the sun's peaking rays, creating a perfect picture of calm. Even with her height, she barely reached its massive shoulder, decorated with scars from previously won battles. From the dragon's head grew long elegant spikes, a helmet of defense. Its wingspan, unfurled slightly to let its wing's talons rest on the ground before it, was easily about seven men long. It's pale underbelly looked so ordinary compared to its deadly bludgeon of a tail. Two legs and the talons keep this dragon wonderfully balanced. Magnificent.
She whimpered as the dragon loomed closer, its breath slightly scorching her skin through her measly cotton dress. Its next move surprised her completely. The dragon reached behind her and bit into the stake before pulling it out from its once stable place. It layed the log down before stepping onto it, wrapping its claws around it, and took off with her, stake and all. Her screams echoed throughout the canyon.
An animagus is what she is told by her new reptilian companion. Dragons in the Romanian area move around in clans, each supervised by a shape shifter. It seems that she is their new "supervisor," one who leads ignorant humans away from this haven, a scaled soldier in territorial fights. Months flew by before she finally mastered the transformation from her human form to dragon and back. Fear of being stuck as a scaly beast is what mostly drove her to her success. It was only a few years later when a white bearded man visited her that everything changed.