Harry Potter and the Prophecy of the Dracon Mage

by Dragons123d

"The one to defeat the dark lord will be found in a cupboard..The focus of the mountains heart as his guide...Raised by the Dracon Ancalagon, he will grow in the way of the Dracon's art...This boy will be born as the seventh month dies." This is the Prophecy that was given years before that false prophecy was given in the HogsHead inn. This Prophecy is Harry Potter's and his alone.

1. Prologue

Prologue

Opening his eyes, Thanor slowly looked around his mountain lair. Piles of jewels, coins, and other valuable objects surrounded him. Lifting himself up, Thanor walked to the entrance of his lair. The cool morning air woke him up fully, but he was give pause. Something was in his territory, something powerful. Spreading his massive wings, Thanor flew up and spiralled down, right in front of the cloaked figure.

The figure stopped and lifted his hood, revealing Merlin's aging face. The famous wizard greeted the mighty Dracon with a deep bow of the head before smiling.

"Merlin," Thanor's deep vibrating voice said "What do I owe the pleasure?"

Merlin's face lost its warmth, the lines on his face seeming to grow longer. 'Thanor, I have grave news."

Thanor stiffened at Merlin's proclamation, his eyes going wide. Lowering his massive head, Thanor looked into the old wizards face to see if he could find any falsehood in his eyes.

"How grave?" Thanor asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Merlin sighed, then answered "A seer has seen the end of the legendary Dracon's, my old friend, starting with your son, Frenfir. I have done all I can to make the prophecy slowly move forward." Thanor felt tears fall at what his friend said, he'd didn't stop them.

'I've made it so all of the legendary Dracon's are remembered but under different names. Frenfir will be known as Smaug, Cyrastic will be known as Selene, and you, Thanor, will be known as Ancalagon the Black." Merlin then produced a cloth covered object from his robes, Thanor could literally see the magic rolling of the object. Lifting the cloth, Merlin gave a sad smile as he showed Thanor the heart of the mountain.

"The Arkenstone…" Thanor breathed, his eyes widening at the glowing stone of the 'heart' of the dwarven mountain, Erebor. "This stone is the most powerful focus known in this world but it's missing two components to make it complete." Merlin said quietly.

Merlin looked at Thanor before he said "I need a string of your heart, Thanor…"

Thanor cut open his chest and pulled a piece of his heart out. Healing the wound, Thanor gave the wizard his heartstring. To Thanor's shock, Merlin did the same thing, producing a heartstring from his own heart.

"The heartstrings of Smaug, Selene, Ancalagon, and Merlin as the core of the Arkenstone focus." Merlin intoned as he used his magic to insert the other cores. "Who is this focus going to?" Thanor asked, his eyes narrowing as he stared at Merlin.

"This focus is going to a boy in the future. A future where you will help and teach the boy." Merlin explained to Thanor, making the Dracon raise its eyebrows even higher. "The Arkenstone will, when you are defeated, contain your conscience until the boy touches it."

Thanor guarded the stone for four more years until he was killed by the Elven king but not before he crushed Morgan Le Fey, who was helping the elves for her own needs, under his fist. The Elven King found the Arkenstone on the tallest of Thanor's glittering piles of treasures, watching as the Arkenstone vanished into thin air.