Chapter 1

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TheSapphireGoddess – so I was thinking about this question and I came up with the following. When they were being adopted by the dragons, they performed a ceremony similar to what Harry and Hermione did, but it is only one way. The blood of the dragon however takes at least a year to saturate the whole human body completely. Immortality is one of the last changes that occur. Neville, Ginny, and Ron died before the first year was over. That is why Harry and Hermione are the only ones alive.

"Harry, come on, we're going to be late. The meeting is starting in half an hour," yelled a very pissed of bushy haired woman. Hermione was standing outside the doors of Grimmauld Place, tapping her foot to a fast-paced rhythm. She stood there, ready to pick the discarded glove which would transport the two to the Ministry of Magic.

They had had a 'choice' as to join the Ministry but the hidden schemes of the new Minister were as grand as the Wizarding World itself. If they had not accepted at least the invitation of auror training, they would have found themselves in unknown debt, or being dragged to Azkaban.

"Come on Harry! The portkey leaves in half a minute!" she bellowed again, throwing a scathing look at the door. The door, after a second later, burst open to reveal a tall-lithe man in his late teens. Although he was barely of two decades, you could not call him anything but a man; the look in his eyes would not permit it. They could tell his story, his pain, and his loneliness.

"Oh, finally!" she sassed again shaking her head lightly, "It takes you twice as long as any girl I've met to dress up." She gave him a once over look, noticing his curly black shoulder-length hair, that framed his hard-feminine face. She regarded his complexion, his small straight nose, and then his eyes. Oh those bewitching eyes could make you lose yourself.

"Umm... Harmony? Could you please stop staring at me, its freaking me out," even the soft musical voice of her fascination (were still talking in a brother sister fashion) couldn't break her out of her reverie. "Sweetey, there's about ten seconds left before the portkey takes leave, would you hand it to me?" he stood beside her and gently placed his hand on one of the fingers of the glove. As she continued to stare at him, he stared right back. He always had wondered what she saw when she was like this.

This awkward staring had started after the ceremony. She had once told him it was because of how close she felt to me now. He had received her intelligence and patience while she received his bravery and wish to please. Slight physical changes had also taken place, now his hair was curly (Harry kept it gelled so it was not as bushy) and Hermione's hair had become ebony black. She became taller, almost 5"10' to his 6"2'. Harry's previous broad shouldered eight packs had been reduced to a more carved curvy shape that gave him a runner's body.

Hermione was shaken out of her reverie by the slight burning sensation on her hand as the portkey activated. They were finally thrown into a cacophony of wind and pressure. It squeezed them together yet also separately.

The portkey kept them together. Suddenly the pressure increased to an immense amount and the wind changed directions. As soon as it had started, it ended, throwing them face forward. Their heads started hurting as the wind took a prickly, icy tone as they were thrown from fifty feet in the air. The mush inside their heads were attacked and violently pounded upon.

They landed, bottom upwards on cold wet stone.