Those nice Thunderers from down under had been nice enough to send me all the way back to Hogwarts via the Floo Network. If only I'd known to specify WHICH one. In a flash of green, I saw the shocked faces of fellow students, before I saw the lions on their badges. Awkwardly clutching my Herbologists Best Friend, I was flung from 15 thousand kilometers across the planet and crashed into what had to have been two entire years worth of Gryffindors!

Brushing myself off I felt the back of my neck burn. Glancing up it struck me: worst possible common room for a Slytherin.

Everything went black. My hand flew in and out of my side satchel gripping a bottle of Opaleye blood, bring it up to my face I shouted, "IN-CEN-DIO!" the bottle shattered and bright red flames shot from my fist propelled by my accidental magic shout, igniting the volatile dragon's blood reproducing dragon breath!

And I ran. Hours? Minutes? A day later? I woke up vaguely recalling this new use for Dragon's Blood as I settled into my abandoned classroom to rest up from my trip and properly store away the Fire Crabs, thousands of aquatic ingredients pulled from the South China Sea, and lastly the remaining bottles of Dragon's Blood.

Looking down at my hand I noticed a drop sizzling and bubbling on the side. Odd that it wasn't burning, but I seemed to recall Albus Dumbledore once sampling the taste of dragon's blood in, I would hope anyway, an effort to discover their uses. Even the books offered to Hogwarts 1st-5th Year students only listed 3. I retrieved a bit of salt and sprinkled it onto my wrist near the drop of blood and licked up the Opaleyes blood first.

Red overtook my vision. I was back in Australia! I was back on my broom soaring over the river searching for more delicious hares. The wind felt good under my sore arms. Wait what?

And just like that the vision faded, I felt a residual confusion follow me back. I wasn't on my broom, I was seeing through the eyes of the dragon I fought, saved, and befriended. But the colorful mindscape of the dragon hadn't left me. Her thoughts were still with me, and a connection had been bridged.

I brushed the salt off my wrist. No need to chase that fire from my tongue.

There was no way to know if this was what Dumbledore had discovered, but I wasn't going to claim to have borrowed his notes.