Prologue
Harry walked out of the tent, feeling rather unreal and shaky. The faces of the crowd blurred together, and their cheers sounded like an annoying buzzing in the back of his mind. Every ounce of his concentration, all of his attention, was entirely focused upon the hulking form at the other end of the ring. The enormous wings, the glaring yellow eyes, the long spiked tail, and especially the sharp teeth from whence the searing flames would emerge; all of this was seen in an instant of excruciating detail.
'By Merlin,' he thought, 'who in their right mind would ever volunteer for this?'
Luckily for him, all the frantic studying had paid off, in the form of one very powerful, and somewhat ancient, curse. You see, late the night before Harry had pulled open the very last dusty tome from his stack, already mostly resigned to his fate, seeing as he had very little faith in being able to out fly a dragon, of all things. Still, he persevered and began to read through the yellowed pages.
Halfway through the mind numbing reading, he stopped. There, innocuously placed in the middle of the page and without anything to draw attention to its presence, was a spell which would solve everything. The book, of course, listed paragraph after paragraph of useless technical jargon, but the basic summary told him all he needed to know.
The spell had been used previously to defeat powerful magical opponents, including dragons, and would cause their internal power levels to increase drastically to such a point that they were completely overloaded, causing anything from unconsciousness to death depending on the opponent's size and power. The incantation and wand movements seemed simple enough, so the desperate teen hoped that he would be able to manage it without any practice, since he really needed to get some sleep before the task. If not, he supposed he could go back to the broom summoning plan, skeptical of it though he was.
With that mildly comforting thought, the Boy-Who-Lived-to-Be-Faced-with-Dragons headed back to his dorm to sleep away the last few hours before his dreaded appointment.
Thus, the savior of the wizarding world took a steadying breath, raised his wand, and cast his chosen spell.
Now, unfortunately for Harry, he had missed the part of the text which cautioned an untrained or partially trained wizard or witch from using the spell, since it required an immense level of control which often was not achieved until well into one's fourth decade of life. This left him shocked and confused, as well as terrified out of his wits, when the light which shot from his wand hit the dragon, only to multiply and bounce back. His surprise caused him to hesitate for the split second in which he might have been able to dodge, and so he was hit head on by the blinding beam of light which contained nearly every ounce of power previously held within the immense dragon.
When a wizard is hit by the amount of magic which struck Harry, their channels quickly overload reach boiling point, generally leading to the death of the victim. This is precisely what would have happened to Harry, leaving the wizarding world short one savior, were it not for the fact that nothing involving him ever worked as expected. His magic, being of an extremely resilient and nearly sentient sort, had no wish to be erased from existence when it's host was fried, and so sought out a path down which to channel the overwhelming magic. It soon located an anomaly, an area of power not its own and not belonging to the spell, and flooded the darkly pulsing link with as much power as it would take.
Although no one or thing had previously suspected its existence, save perhaps Dumbledore, this link was what connected Harry to Voldemort through his curse scar. That being said, the pathetic form Voldemort was currently in soon found itself overflowing with magic. But even spreading the magic between two wizards was not enough to save its host, and so Harry's magic sought out further channels. It quickly discovered six additional links sprouting out from Voldemort, similar to the one connecting Harry to the Dark Lord, and exploited said links to the fullest.
Voldemort had, without anyone knowing, created seven horcruxes, or soul canisters, with which to insure his immortality, including one located in Harry's scar. The excess of magic caused Voldemort and his horcruxes to be destroyed from the inside out, thus permanently removing him from the face of the planet.
Still, the power remaining was too much for a mere wizard-child to contain, especially power imbued with the essence of a dragon, and thus his magic guided the foreign power to mold him into an adequate vessel rather than destroying him. Of course, the end result would be nowhere near human, but the boy savior's magic cared not if its host became a creature, merely that he stayed alive.
And so, in the mere seconds during which all of this took place, poor Harry's life was forever changed – for the better or the worse was still to be determined.
*TIME SKIP*
Darkness and pain, searing pain that just wouldn't end.
Please, please make it stop, oh merlin, anything, I'll do anything, just make the pain stop.
Then, after an eternity of torment, peace.
Ah, finally, quiet darkness, nothing here that can hurt me.
*TIME SKIP*
A flash of light, a burst of white amidst all the darkness.
What the… What's going on… Where am I…
Then back to the shadows' embrace, peace.
*TIME SKIP*
Again, white all around, voices raised in anger.
Who… Is that Madam Pomfrey…? And… Minister Fudge...? Why are they…?
Before everything slipped away once again.
*TIME SKIP*
Oh, my head! What the heck happened? Wait, I know this bed, don't tell me… Oh shit, how did I manage to wind up in the Hospital wing? What was I – OH! The first task, and the dragon, and the spell, and -! Hey, the bloody thing wasn't supposed to hit me! What the heck did I do wrong? Damn it, I should have known that some bloody spell in some musty old book would come back to bite me on the arse! I'm not Hermione, books hate me! As if I'd ever be so lucky as to find such a perfect answer to my dragon problem! Well, guess it's time to face the music, no use waiting any longer. Wonder how long I've been out?
And thus the boy savior woke to face the consequences of his ill-considered actions, unaware of the many events he had set in motion.
Actual Word Count: 1,097
Important A.N.(6/13/11) – Ok, so this is my very first attempt at a fic, although I've been reading HP fanfiction obsessively for years. Too wordy? Not interesting enough? All constructive criticism and advise is appreciated. I recently got into crossovers, so my knowledge of Inyasha is a bit rusty and I'll have to re- read/watch it before continuing this. I get ridiculously upset with authors who get a few chapters in and then drop the story, so I won't be updating this again until I have it completed or am reasonably sure that it will be soon. That being said, this won't be updated for quite a while, but please don't take pity on me and adopt it without permission since I really am hoping to get this done the way I want it. How does the basic plot sound so far?
Harry is, of course, going to wind up a demon, a dragon demon to be precise. He'll be forced to flee and travel and train for a few years before stumbling upon and into the well. For some reason I'll come up with eventually (possibly him being more powerful than her and thus able to lend the well more power), he'll be a few centuries before Kagome (whom I hate, fair warning) and will join Ryukotsusei's people. Stuff will happen and he'll leave them to assist Inutaicho in the war, where he'll meet Sesshomaru, whom he'll probably end up with (SLASH warning, though probably not explicit unless someone volunteers to write it for me). And then stuff happens and such and the story continues for a bit before a happy ending since sad ones suck. – Silver
A.N. #2 (6/28/11) – Ok, so I've added a bit to what I had before, just the 'Harry's thoughts as he wakes up' bit, and corrected one or two minor details of the rest. Lemme know what you think – too dramatic? Not dramatic enough? I don't really curse myself, so even writing curse words is a struggle for me, plus I'm American and a girl, and thus unfamiliar with what a teenage boy from England would say when stressed/shocked. All reviews are appreciated, thanks for the input thus far! – Silver
A.N. 12/18/11 - Sorry it's been forever, but I've made a couple changes based off reviews and added a new chapter, so please don't kill me!