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Dragons…such beautiful creatures with their magnificent hides, their towering forms, and amazing strength. Beautiful but deadly, especially if provoked and that was the reason Harry Potter stood in front of the sleeping dragon.

The wind ruffled his raven locks and whipped it around his body. It would of gotten in his face except for the fact he had it in a low ponytail.

His emerald green eyes looked at the sleeping form of the dragon in thoughtful silence. His small form stood straight as a board as he thought over what he was going to attempt to do and it had a 99.9 percent chance of actually getting it done.

What is the plan? You ask. Well it's simple, the savior of the wizarding world wanted to end his life because he was sick of living and watching his loved ones die of old age since he became the master of death. Tired of watching them grow older and older and forgetting about him since they thought he had died after he killed Voldemort. Imagine his surprise when he died and woke up in a deep grave where he had to blast his way out with his magic. He smiled at that particular memory.

With a last look at the ruins of Hogwarts he turned back around to look at the silver dragon and kicked it in the nose. It woke up with a roar before shooting flames at him; after all without a body where will his soul reside in? Everything went black.

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Harry woke up on his back with the sun shining brightly in his face. Birds chirped in the distance. He sat up with a groan shaking his head a little to clear his thoughts.

Where in the world am I?

He stood up and dusted his clothes off from the dirt that had gotten on them. He straightened out from his slouched position and looked around in interest. All he saw were a lot of…trees and a lot of green.

I don't think this was supposed to happen…

There was a strange rustling behind him and he quickly whirled around. The rustling came from a small bush a little to his right. He creeped closer towards the bush without any fear since he was sort of suicidal and his attempt at ending his life was in vain since he was once again alive. (Harry did not know how or why.)

I'm beginning to think that Death hates me or maybe he's getting some revenge since I had mastered him. Hmmm…I think I'm on to something….

He finally reached the bush and peered above it to see a baby silver dragon.

You've got to be kidding me! This cannot be happening to me!

The dragon opened his little mouth and breathed some smoke in Harry's direction before crawling closer and closer to him. It tilted it's adorable head up to get a good look at Harry before it nodded his head as if it decided on something and crawled up his black pants leg and up his white waif beater before settling himself on top of his head. It made small cooing sounds in pleasure before falling asleep.

Wait, how do I know it's a him? You know what, I don't think I want to know. I should know by now that weird things always happen to me.

With a shake of his head Harry started walking in a direction hoping to figure out where in the world he landed.

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6 hours later Harry stood in front of two magnificent gates.

"Welcome to Konoha!" a cheerful voice shouted from above. Harry tilted his head back to look up at the person who shouted. The dragon somehow managed to stay on his head and was still smoking away.

"What is your business here?" a cooler voice asked cautiously.

"I'm here for some shelter and food." The guard on the right nodded his head and opened the gate.