This is a story idea that came to me whilst I was discussing LOTR with my mother… the randomness has not escaped me.
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or Inheritance… but I do own Vulcan (You'll see) and any character that cannot be traced back to Inheritance, Harry Potter or LOTR. 3
Harry scanned the skies. The dragon had broken free of its restraints. He spotted it near the lake, apparently fishing. He steered his broom into a steep dive. He heard a ferocious roar, directly behind him. Harry looked around. He saw the barbed tail of the enraged beast swinging towards him. The tip of a spike caught the end of his broomstick. Harry was sent into an uncontrollable corkscrew towards the ground. He hit the field with a terrible thump. He rolled violently, his femur shattering on impact. Harry skidded to a halt next to the pile of eggs. He reached out to the blurry nest, his glasses lost in the tumble. He took one. It wasn't gold. He swore angrily and limped towards his broom. Harry mounted it awkwardly and flew towards the stands. He stopped in front of a black blob. He thrust the egg at them.
"Hold please." he said, before flying off. He dove towards the nest again and retrieved the golden blur. The crowd cheered wildly but he didn't care. Harry was on his hands and knees, feeling around for his glasses. Someone pulled him up and led him out of the arena. The person had a broad chest, well muscled. He was pushed onto a chair by the person and told to wait. The unknown man sounded familiar somehow. Madam Pomfrey bustled in and began to heal Harry's leg. She pushed his glasses onto his face and then handed him a set of crutches.
"Here, Mr. Potter, you will be needing these for a few weeks. Sit here for a few minutes and then try and walk." A bushy haired person ran into the medi-tent. She looked at Harry for a few minutes and then threw her arms around him. Harry held Hermione close to him for a few seconds before releasing her. Behind her stood Ron.
"I'm… so sorry. I didn't mean anything… well I did but I was so… out of it y'know." Harry nodded and held out his hand. Ron shook it. "C'mon, scores." Harry followed him out of the tent and into the arena, his crutches forgotten. Snape was stood near the entrance. He thrust the egg into Harry's hand and then stalked off. He put the egg on the ground and then looked at the judge's panel. He had gotten; a ten from Dumbledore, an eight from Madam Maxime, a two from Karkaroff-
"Two? What the hell you stingy…" grumbled Ron. Nine from Barty Crouch and a ten from Bagman. Harry smiled. A crack sounded from his ankles. He looked down and gasped in shock. The egg was hatching. I knelt down to watch. A deep gouge appeared in the surface of the off-white shell. Another gouge corrupted the surface. A third deep crack pierced the egg. The cracks met up in a triangle shape, which was pushed out of the egg by a black, triangular head. The rest of the shell broke away revealing a little dragon. Harry reached out a hand, the dragon whipped it's head around to watch him. As soon as Harry's hand touched the dragon there was a flash of green light, reminiscent of Avada Kedavra. Harry was thrown backwards a few feet before he blacked out.
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Harry woke up whilst being levitated to the hospital wing, he gave a startled jerk and sent his dragon tumbling to the floor. The dragon let out an angry his and flew back onto his chest.
"You know I can walk for myself." He said in an exasperated voice. Professor Snape immediately let him down and began walking again. Harry scooped the dragon into his arms and followed the dour professor. He pushed open the hospital wing door and ushered Harry in. Harry sat on a bed and stroked the dragon's head.
"You need a name, something to do with fire or fear I think. Zar'roc?" The dragon shook it's head in disgust. "Saracie? Detresse? Elend? Misere? Risiko? Paura? Frica? Vulcan?" The dragon nodded its head eagerly. Vulcan… the roman god of fire… sure. Harry felt something brush at the edge of his conscious. He felt Vulcan's curiosity and the awe of his surroundings. The dragon sat on his shoulders. Harry looked down at his arm and did a double take. Etched in crimson was a claw, engulfed by a flame. Vulcan's mind brushed against Harry's again and this time Harry felt Vulcan's ravenous hunger. Sighing, Harry told the small dragon he would have to wait. Madam Pomfrey once again began to bustle and fuss, scolding him for not using crutches and then telling him he was fine, aside from the weakened leg. Harry listened and apologized as necessary. Madam Pomfrey then handed him the crutches and told him to skedaddle. Harry left as fast as he could on the crutches. He began to make his way down to lunch.
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Once in the Great Hall Harry located Ron and Hermione pretty quickly and sat down with them. They stared at the dragon on his shoulder. He put a piece of chicken on his plate and then held a bit up to Vulcan. Vulcan snapped it up eagerly with a peculiar jerk. Harry held up another bit of chicken and watched him eat. He waited until Vulcan had eaten his fill before he began to eat. Vulcan was peering around the hall cautiously. He spied professor Snape and flew over to the surly professor. Harry sniggered. Snape stroked the dragon's head gently and then ignored him. Vulcan's mind invaded Harry's own again and he felt the pain of rejection. Harry sighed and walked over to the staff table.
"Professor?" He said carefully. "You do know that if you hurt my dragon you hurt me as well? Right now Vulcan feels very upset… do not give me a reason to curse you." Without another word Harry scooped Vulcan up and sat back down at the Gryffindor table. Ron stared at him in awe. Vulcan crawled up to his shoulder again. He reached up to stroke the scaled head. Harry's sleeve slid down revealing the mark. Hermione gasped. He looked at his best friend.
"Harry, you must be a Dragon Rider. The first since the Founders. Slytherin and Ravenclaw were both bonded to a dragon." Harry nodded. "Which means you can do wandless magic! Try it!" Harry looked at her then held out his wand for her to take. She accepted it and then handed Harry a quill. He put it down on the table and then said;
"Wingardium Leviosa!" the quill didn't budge.
"Try it in the old elven language. I think the words would be Fethr Reisa."
"Fethr Reisa." The quill shot upwards and then floated back down. Harry smiled at her. She nodded.
"Be careful though, wandless magic uses your energy to power spells." Harry nodded sagely. Vulcan flopped into Harry's lap. Harry scooped the exhausted dragon into his arms.
"I wonder what I would look like with a sword and Vulcan when he's full grown running across a battlefield yelling my head off." Hermione's eyes went glassy for a few seconds. Harry went to snap his fingers in front of Hermione's face. A hand-and-a-half sword materialized in Harry's hand. The blade was forest-green and in the pommel was an emerald, the hilt was made from ebony. A scabbard and belt formed around his waist. Vulcan flapped his wings languidly.
"Mr. Potter, you seem to have acquired Salazar Slytherin's sword, would you care to explain?" asked Snape, his voice scathing.