The elder looked at the young dragon and his mother, by the way she's acting, he would say that she is an Animagus dragon, while her boy is part dragon. The only way that could happen is if his mother mated with a dragon, or he is one of the Black Royal Dragon's.

The Drakonids were the Ancient Ones of the old Race of Dragons before they became the beasts that they are today. The Drakonids, not only did they have their dragon forms like you know of a dragon, but also they had a humanoid like body, a hybrid form, if you will, of dragon and human.

But over time they disappeared or they became the beasts that you know of today. There persists rumors of a few Drakonids still living, but they are rare and the last known race was the Royal Black Dragons, though there could be more.

He would be large, even by dragon standards. He would be at least twice the size of the largest dragon that ever was. His head was smooth with thick scales starting at the top of his head and pointing backwards. He had a lot of spikes on him, actually. His wings were covered in them and so was his tail.

It had six emerald green eyes three beside each other on either side of its head and a 360° vision with depth perception. And it's fangs; as with all dragons they were sharp and pointed backwards for grasping and holding onto prey. But he possessed two sets. The second set fitting behind the first as if there was a second jaw, and it was moving independently of the first.

And his two sets of wings and the wingspan! Already for such a young dragon it was twice as wide as he was long. He wouldn't need his fire to keep himself aloft. But how would this energy be used if it wasn't being drained keeping him weighing many tonnes off the ground?

He was going to become the King of Dragons, because once he was old enough, he would be to big for anybody to take on. He will destroy my brother. The elder thought and take many mates. But I wonder is how did a human mate with a Drakonid. He knows that when one mates with a Drakonid they would become like him, they could turn into a hybrid form.

And if he mates with a dragon they gain a human side. And if he mates with a human they gain a dragon side. Now to see what they do next.

Lily watched as the dragon handlers brought over her son, they shot him to put him to sleep. That made her growl, they attacked her baby, even though half her size, which was a fully grown dragon. "Harry, wake up my son!" she said. She watched as his eyes opened and instantly snapped in her direction.

It was kind of creepy having all those eyes on her, but then his eyes swept in every direction looking out for danger. He got up on his legs and moved towards her and sniffed her. 'She smells amazing.' he thought.

Over the mouths she taught him how to talk like her. They did notice another dragon that kept to the fringes of the society. As if he was embarrassed for his kin and their behavior. Harry's flying feeding method was the only way to get food now.

Like before he had to time his sonic boom to arrive precisely when he swooped over the other dragons. That way he could grab the meat he needed for the day and fly away while they were left wincing from the sound. Eventually some of the smarter dragons would later wizen up and cover their ears when they heard the whistling of the black-noise-maker. Harry and Lily made a new home was much like his old one; a well camouflaged high perch covered and walled with a space inside to land, then a long narrow tunnel in which he could crawl along to enter his main home. It was easy to defend, and simple to maintain. Recently they had made a new discovery while digging.

Running water.

He had accidentally come across a small underground waterfall on its way to an underground river. The small pool he created around this waterfall allowed for him to sate his thirst whenever he fancied before returning to gorging on his meat, or expanding his home further. It was a base urge of his species to expand his empire. Outside it would be impossible for him to express such a compulsion.

Normal dragons couldn't build their own homes like this until they had enough excess magic to heat rock to a melting point; such was the draw on their magic. Instead they constantly competed for the few naturally occurring caves in the area.

Har had started to regress to his home in the keeper's eyes. He never came out to fight for one of the more attractive caves, and he only appeared from his own hovel, wherever it may be, to get food. The main keepers did not believe the young blood when they said that Jet could make his own home. He was too small and young to have that much power.

Har was not regressing in the slightest, he was just too busy. He wanted his home to be as large as possible for him and his mother. He almost doubled in size the last winter he had laid to rest. He wanted his home to be large enough for the expansion this time. It would be unwise to be trapped within a stone coffin of his own making.

Over then next few months leading towards winter Har and Lily had started to take more than his normal share of meat. The keepers assumed that this was to keep him fed during the winter. It was about time that the little thing went through a growth spurt. The rest of the dragons would live in their caves, only appearing to feed. They assumed that jet would live in his cave, barely moving. Concentrating his heat within himself to keep him alive during the freezing cold.

The truth was that Har and Lily were preparing for the winter.

Spring arrived, and the reserve was filled with the sounds of dragons re-establishing themselves as the strongest. The dragon keepers followed a sound of distress. The greedy humans believed that there must have been a dragon in distress. They could 'put it out of its misery' and reap the benefits of a relatively untouched dragon corpse. What they found was an entrance to a new cave approximately half way up the cliff.

It was also billowing smoke and flames. White-hot, rock melting flames.

Lava pored from the entrance as something on the inside melted its way out of its winter den.

They watched in awe as two dragon's known as Har and Lil, burst there way out of there den and fall to the ground. Boy had he grown.

Now 20 feet long, four foot high at the shoulder with a massive wingspan, approximately 46 feet wide. His wings now perfected to be the most aerodynamic in flight. He could now fly for months if he could feed on the wing. His jaws agape, two set's of teeth shaking wildly as he roared his jubilation to the world. He was free!

Then his mother a huge Norwegian Ridgeback. She was fifty feet long, with emerald green eyes, and black scales. Lizard like appearance, bronze horns and spikes that protrude from its tail. Its roar was a yowling, screeching scream. Six feet high, and a twenty feet long wingspan, and forty feet wide.

His eyes and her's then fell upon the keepers. All eight of them each getting their personal, evil dragon eye. One deep growl, that's all it took. They started screaming for their lives and running. It was good to be the best. He idly considered chasing the little fools.

He had barely taken his first step when a large shape slammed down to the ground in front of him. Harry instantly backed down into a defensive stance.

It was the outsider.

And then with a deep grumbling, akin to the sound of the glaciers that resided close to the enclosure, it spoke.