Summary: Harry learns that being normal is overrated.
Warning: Slash, Mpreg,
Pairing: HP/LV, HP/SS
Disclaimer: Not mine. Harry Potter is not mine I just own the plot.
Chapter 1
Harry always thought he was normal, well normal compared to his relatives. But at least he was human or thought he was human anyway. Turns out no, Harry was not human. The sad thing is that he had no idea. Not till he was kissed by a Dementor.
A towering, hooded figure was gliding smoothly towards him, hovering over the ground, no feet or face visible beneath its robes, sucking on the night as it came.
Stumbling backward, Harry raised his wand.
It didn't work the creature was to fast and had reached for him. Harry only knew he had been kissed because ...
Back in his room, Harry ignored the way his family acted. He just wanted to sleep and ignore everything. It's not every day you find out your life is a lie.
Harry wasn't human, he had never been human.
Sixteen years ago he was mortally wounded, seeking a safe haven he used his magic to fuse himself with an unborn fetus. The woman wasn't anything special but the blood of the male was strong. By fusing his essence with the males inside the woman he would survive.
The attack by the Dark Lord left him weak. Human magic can't kill him but the spell combined with the soul attack split him in half. For years he was asleep not knowing that his weaker human half was in danger. Not till the Graveyard. His other half awoke when he was hit by the Cruciatus Curse. Slowly since then, his other half has been expelling the soul within him.
The Dementors kiss freed him, forcibly mashing the two halves together leading to his magic losing control. The suddenness of the ejected soul piece shut his body down. It was during that time Harry met his other half where he learned the truth of what and who he really is.
Harry was a Dragon or he should say is a Dragon. Around an Eon old Harry's magic was powerful. Unlike the Dragons of today, Harry was largely unchanged. Todays Dragons were treated like pets the children never allowed to age and forcibly breed. It angered him that his kind, Dragon kind devolved to what it is today.
Shaking his head Harry tried to think about something else, the last thing he needs is to transform and destroy the house.
So turns out his old babysitter is a Squib and that he has stalkers. Okay, yeah, no, not helping a bit. The crazy old lady down the street was spying on him since he was a baby. This Fletcher guy is a criminal and for some reason trusted to watch him even though he is a said criminal. Harry always knew humans were stupid but to endanger their own young like that. He could only shake his head to that nonsense.
Really these people are lucky that Harry is not human and can't be killed by something like that. He would be dead if he was.
Could this night get any worse first he is kissed and abandoned by his cousin then found by the Squib who he believes was searching his pockets while she thought he was dead. Only to learn about the so-called guard that Dumbledore has assigned him. As if that wasn't bad enough his so-called family tried to forbid him entry upon his return. He had to throw Vernon into a wall for them to move out of the way so he could enter the house and go to bed. Only he was bombarded by owls once in his room.
Grabbing the nearest letter he ripped open the envelope pulling out the letter inside.
Dear Mr. Potter,
We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle.
The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand.
As you have already received an official warning for a previous offense under Section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy, we regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 a.m. on the twelfth of August.
Hoping you are well,
Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk
Improper Use of Magic Office
Ministry of Magic
Harry read the letter through twice. What the hell are they talking about the only magic he did was when he dropped his wand and managed to light it with a Lumos. He didn't use any other spells.
"..."
This was a set up the letter said he performed a Patronus, which he did not. Dementors attacked him. Smirking, he could only think; creatures that could only be repelled by the Patronus.
Bitches are asking for it.
Harry took another letter unfurling the second message, which was written very hastily and blotchily in black ink.
Harry
Dumbledore's just arrived at the Ministry and he's trying to sort it all out. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLE'S HOUSE. DO NOT DO ANY MORE MAGIC. DO NOT SURRENDER YOUR WAND.
Arthur Weasley
Inside his head, all was icy and numb. Another letter read.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Further to our letter of approximately twenty-two minutes ago, the Ministry of Magic has revised its decision to destroy your wand forthwith. You may retain your wand until your disciplinary hearing on the twelfth of August, at which time an official decision will be taken.
Following discussions with the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Ministry has agreed that the question of your expulsion will also be decided at that time. You should, therefore, consider yourself suspended from school pending further inquiries.
With best wishes,
Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hopkirk
Improper Use of Magic Office
Ministry of Magic
"So not expelled then."
Arthur has just told us what's happened. Don't leave the house again, whatever you do.
"Right, that was utterly useless. Thanks, Sirius."
An awful voice could be heard from the kitchen, echoing throughout the house.
'REMEMBER MY LAST, PETUNIA.'
Not caring enough to investigate Harry chose to drop onto his bed and sleep.
