Black Dragon's Flight

by reikos

Before Neltharion's spirit could be fully consumed by the Usurper, the maddened spirit made possible through the Old Gods, he was able to save his imprisoned soul through the use of the Dragon Disk. A draconian, native to Azeroth, will return home but "slightly"... different; as the True Black Aspect, as an Essence of Death, and alternatively as Harry. Pre-cataclysm

2. Chapter 2

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Standard notes: I don't actually mind reviews or if I don't get any at all, but I do appreciate it if a share/follow/fav is considered/given

I might even fail to read the reviews anyway though it is still good to know some suggestions and others when I do decide to read. It's a problem of mine that could be compared to skipping a story's Author Notes like I always do

Any changed lore and misconceptions are the writer's intentions or interpretations

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Take note: Shorter chapter but… I think it is also rushed in my own way? This chapter involves Harry/Neltharion leaving Earth and some boring explanations (not for me anyway since I written it) with little dialogue

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Ramblings: Damn, not ready to read the review page yet. I can just feel it jam-packed with negative criticism. Meh, let it gather, I'll read the first page of it later. And anyway, I'm not going to answer reviews on "a next chapter post"; I think that's frowned upon and it's a cheat to lengthen word count through it. Seriously,I have trouble trying to decrease word count after a chapter... more often than not, it lengthens when I try to re-edit. Anyway, if the question is asked more than enough, it might be part of the Author's notes.

Here's one that would most likely be asked: pairings. I didn't post a pairing list in the first chapter, and I know it's a turn off if it was sudden in later chapters… I know I frowned when several other FanFics did it. On the other hand, it is expected that Aspects in WoW have consorts… meaning the big five have harems. Meh, if it was ever the case here in this fic, it will most likely be with other dragons or just with one (not really a fan of harems except if it's DxD)... Unwanted harem could work though, since technically it isn't a love interest for multi… I personally like Ysera however, and it is SAD that she was "killed," but only in the physical sense maybe :'(

And here's another: when do I update. Anytime I want; it could take weeks... months... years...? I have all the time available to me, since I still have decades to live and I especially,will not, rot in an office. I will work home!

Final ramblings: I don't know if 200+ followers is good or bad, and I'm not really sure if this chapter is any good enough plus I felt trashy at doing something like attempting to write that I have no future in, I'm sorry if this sucks but… here you all go, story typed on phone during school and mall visits, edited on laptop in a café that my sister is an employee at. I love messing with her that way; the brewers were nice and often sat with me 'cause "I'm still just a kid and all..."

Btw, is there a site that contains all of the lore of WoW besides wiki, wowhead, or wowpedia? I'm having trouble with the following chapters and I kind of like knowing the whole lore before including a "mistake" for my own satisfaction

•Aspect•

Earth

Wizarding Zone

It was obvious to Neltharion, otherwise known as simply Harry in the wizarding world, that he didn't belong on Earth. From where he sat, he watched the form of the black dragon in front of him with an analyzing expression.

The draconic being's scales were as dark as the night in the background, metallic in quality, and naturally appeared to be resilient against magical attacks. Two legs, digitigrade in shape, supported the dragon as it stood at around eighteen feet. Admittedly, it was not as big as the dragons that he knew of, but its humanoid body structure could benefit it in its own tactic. However, it was still shorter than the average adult giant that was native here on Earth. If the black dragon's tail with a sharp crystalline tip was accounted for in its overall body length, the dark creature could be measured to thirty-two or more feet.

Fully unfurled attached behind the dragon's shoulder blades were a pair of massive, yet darkened, blood-gradient membraned wings. Positioned upwards from the wrist area of the mythical creature's wings were two short bony like digits each and extending from those digits were talons longer than even the claws of his other appendages.

Instead of the average spikes jutting out of the creature's back, there was an organized line of black plated armored scales all the way to the tail. While at the back of its neck, there was a single column of raised spikes flowing backwards that mimicked the quality of its armored back.

The black form's single pair of forearms was shaped like that of a human's, including its clawed hands complete with four fingers plus an opposable thumb. It had three taloned toes on each of its two hind paws plus an extra taloned digit curved at the back of its ankles.

At the front lobe of the dragon's neck, just after the lower maw, travelling to the hard abdominal frame all the way before the tail end, was an arrangement of lighter colored scales but a little chromed in form.

The dragon's whole body was lithe in structure but also visibly muscled like all dragons were naturally intended to be; further proven by its defined biceps and the ripped anterior on the sides of its draconic chest. The dragonkin, however, was not an excessively hulked up reptile.

In summary, it was not the usual dragon that seemed to be inherent to Azeroth or Earth. It was just that, different from the rest but undoubtedly a ruler of the skies.

After a few seconds of reprieve as Harry watched the dark dragon finalize its silent roar with its triangular head, it turned its raised snout towards his direction. Observing the eyes of the beast, he noticed that it possessed this slight glow in those vibrant irises. The predator then lunged in a blur, and Harry could do nothing as he watched, mesmerized...

Shaking his head, the teen thought that the moving picture in today's Daily Prophet was accurately taken... It was vivid, not newspaper textured, to highlight the biggest community shocker and insanity for dragon keepers all around in wizarding history. This event was marked just under four weeks ago, the same night that he faced Voldemort and his Death Eaters. The same night wherein he was reminded of his true heritage...

Neltharion's new and true form as a dragon reminded him a little bit of his old and more leviathan one. Of course, with some obvious changes here and there. The proportionally sized, triangular head attached to his long serpentine neck, for example, remained similar in appearance to his previous form. What changed though was the spike on top of his nose; it was now flat bladed and sharper in appearance. The horns on his head were un-curvier, but it retained its natural dark scheme. His tail's crystalline tip, which spanned for at least two feet, was also a new but surprising addition; different from his original spiky and clubbed tail compared to the now graceful and pointed one. The frills on his chest and back were gone. Furthermore, he had lost his bulky display; he was now balanced between an agile acrobat and a rough powerhouse.

All in all – or not completely – he might be recognized as a more hominoid and shrunken Earth-warder; he liked to think so... He still regretted the loss of his original body that the Usurper now occupied and stole.

Deep inside of his mortal shape, however, where his soul lay unless he decided to surface his true form, he could feel potential that he'd never felt before. Potential that was different than when he was just simply a giant wyrm and a complete Aspect. It would take time for him to grow into something impressive; he could feel it. It didn't matter to him if Harry would have to wait literally eons to discover what else had changed within him.

"... dragon handlers all around went crazy at the sighting of the new species of dragon in the form of half-blood Ha..."

"... me, myself, and I here in the Daily Prophet would like to ask your opinion on the matter, my valued readers. Is Harry Potter-Black forever lost to us in the overpowering mind of a malicious predator... or a heroic Earth shakingdragon who have freed us from the fear caused by the Dark Lord Voldemort…"

"... countless prominent pure blooded wizards, dead in uncalled genocide. Dragon hunt officially starts in search of the Dragon-Conqueror-Who-Massacred..."

"…a full report can be read in page 7 on the nature of dragons and their unusual…" he read it all whisperingly with a tired sigh before he deposited today's article at the coffee table. The green eyed teen knew of some possibilities of what his actions might garner when he had asked himself before the big fight in the current century of "what if..."

For once, Hagrid was not thrilled being in the presence of a bloodthirsty dragon, and the half-giant was always enthusiastic about dragons and creatures. He could understand that it was not a topic to be excited about if said bloodthirsty dragon was actually Harry. That same scrawny little Harry that first met Hagrid in Hogsmeade station seven years ago, and turning into something deadly right in front of your eyes, was a really heart stopping moment for anyone he was close to.

Harry had killed so many in less than one night that the wizarding community and the ministry itself wanted him to answer for it. Even for his achievement on taking down a dark lord and his goons, his feat still did not excuse him... Harry's situation didn't help him in the least since he continued killing that night after he crushed Voldemort under his taloned foot. But the complete obliteration of Voldermort was very satisfying when he imagined the bloody pulp as the Usurper.

It felt so fluid to kill… There were dozens of them, Death Eater targets, which made killing for Harry easier when they were running away rather than fighting back. All because the Death Eaters lost their mad leader, causing disarray among their ranks back at Hogwarts.

However, for his obvious intent in the eyes of many, it was simple to understand what the wizarding world believed. They were all scared of him as Neltharion, and the wizarding folk wanted him contained and controlled. He could tell that the hunt was decided immediately and he frowned at that. Harry was dangerous, it was plain obvious as far as the eye could view.

He was guilty...

Harry did not felt guilty for the lives he had ended that night... souls he'd sent to Death's realm. He did not justify his actions either though. Nevertheless, he felt guilty all the same for another reason. He was finally able to feel the guilt after he discovered the memory of his greatest failure.

He felt guilty on the thought that death felt so very correct. Approving. The only thing right in the world...

As a dragon Aspect, albeit severely smaller than originally, he was unstoppable when he was in his killing spree. His friends' shouting to make him stop was ignored when the earth increased its shaking. Harry had ignored his allies, ignored their fearful gazes, and ignored their sobs from the sight that he gave them as he reduced the battlefield devastatingly. Hogwarts was a very large victim in his destructive streak most of all.

The teen felt ashamed because it seemed as if the Usurper's past influence was what made him act... Additionally, Harry started the thought that Neltharion's survival was just an extension of the Usurper's vehement inspiration. His thoughts about death were so similar to what Harry had gleamed from the Usurper when they once shared a single body that it made him reflect...

He did ponder about it. What had set Neltharion apart from his ultimate counterpart was that he didn't consider domination as an answer to everything. He never contemplated lording over his other kin. Harry refused the Usurper's necessity to force his control on his Flight or convert them into mindless working ants. He especially didn't have the forethought of making "concubines" out of cute not-so-little-anymore 'Sera and probably-still-stern mawed 'Lexa. Taking the Aspectual power from both Lissspdormu and Malygator for himself, it never occurred to him.

Then again, he was still guilty, Harry decided.

That was why he had fled Hogwarts' battleground before he could be agitated into killing once more. He never imagined that by accepting the deal with the tortured soul, which was absorbed into him, would strike back like this. The consequence with his acceptance was that everyone he had thought fondly of were now included in the instinct to kill. It was not just his friends or school peers; everything that involved another soul or just plain life was subjected to his new but partially suppressed view. All the existence from every individual should be denied. That by being in death was their purpose in life. It screamed at him to do it. A requirement that needed fulfillment!

That "kill all" nature was the reason why Harry disregarded his friends' worried exclamations to stop once the war ended with Tom Riddle's death. The urge to kill was overwhelming during that prime moment. Throughout the first time experiencing a foreign concept, it was always the most intense.

Harry did stop eventually.

He stopped when he recalled the memories of his Flight and his brethren. The thought of extinguishing them of their living movement was absolutely unacceptable that he was forced to flee.

The emerald eyed teen flew far away from the castle back then, to sort out his new awakened traits that overwhelmed him four weeks ago. When he was finally away, he had laid down in a tired heap. Harry was exhausted from the strain of his own initial reawakening while his claws were plunged into the earth. He wasted two days being stationary in that unknown cliff. Harry as Neltharion did not desire to move… until because of Her. It was always the planetary spirit's solutions that convinced him in the end, like so many times already.

Still, he stayed away from his human friends here on Earth. It was to the point that he never responded to their owls, patroni messages, and he lost the two way mirror anyway. Those acts were... to keep them safe from the possible horrors beyond Her reach.

Harry would obsessively want to hoard as a dragon. Naturally, a dragon would want to guard its hoard. He wanted to keep his friends safe but in order to make sure that they did not get hurt from even him, he needed to cut ties. It was Her solution to cross the Veil, which led to giving up his hoard of friends. They wouldn't be safe on Azeroth anyway if it was still invaded by the Burning Legion. He convinced himself that he needed to return to Azeroth in order to confront the Usurper.

All for the best, like She had expressed Harry thought. Though impossible as it may sound, Harry wanted to kill Her as well regardless if She always responded to his prompts with kindness. It mattered not if he bitched about Her that first week after the stupid wizarding war.

His new side that wanted to end Her intensified at the thought of the Old Gods. It was their own 'whispers' that brought about his downfall in the first place, and now She reminded him of them. However, eighteen years being aware of Her presence was not something Harry could ignore. Even if the method of communication was slightly the same as that with the Old Gods, Her help and presence became very valuable to him.

In any case, She was the easiest to cope and confide with in regards to his new thoughts on quickening the death of everything. It made himself sleep easier at the knowledge that his power as an Aspect was not nearly strong enough to rip the world in two. Come next few centuries and he might be able to attempt the feat, but he wouldn't. He felt the increase in his strength each day when he gazed upon the mark on his wrists...

Harry scowled at the Deathly Hallows mark... he just knew that this was the true reason why his thoughts constantly stray on striking death to everyone and everything. He had asked Her what it meant to be the Master of Death when he recalled of a book titled Beedle the Bard from the Potter library. Inscribed on that book was the same mark of the Deathly Hallows, and it was that inscription that made him question Her. She did not know what it meant, which surprised the dragon-hidden-in-mortal-form. Then he reasoned that even a world's soul shouldn't know everything.

Nonetheless, She did know how the Hallows came to be and informed him that True Death could not be lorded over, thus Master of Death was probably a misconception.

She had explained that the first one that held all of the Deathly Hallows was the same individual who presented them to three brothers. It was said by the first wielder himself when She was listening that "Death" awarded these "traits" to him. Her soil was the best place to keep the Hallows of Death stationary. She was the ideal observer as Her own innate planetary magic hid Her from alien interference and it would take some time before a true wielder for the Hallows came along.

From Her complicated point of view, there were images of patrolling demons that drifted too close to this system; the Burning Legion was searching for new worlds. Similar to a Notice-me-not, Her planet was left unbothered which should have been a world where demons would want to invade just like Azeroth. She was hidden, the perfect place in the universe to hide artifacts such as the Hallows. That might be the reason why there weren't any extra-terrestrial aliens invading Earth, a topic that made itself popular in muggle movies. He was thankful when Neltharion's alien soul was an exception when he was engulfed in Earth's Emerald Dream while he was nearby. It was because of his Aspect-type connection with the earth and deep places that he was held by Her invisible hands.

Returning to another subject, the Earth had watched the first wielder of Death's essence conflicting with the wielder's own soul inside of its victim. Then the first wielder – since the "traits" could not fully fuse with him – gave it away in the form of three items in the hope of an escape. His spirit, however, was forever tied to Her world to remain. His soul was a signature and a pulling call for the Hallows to detect.

Based on Her understanding, a human's spirit could not fully possess the power of the Deathly Hallows. A human could not fully wield them... until Neltharion's lost soul happened. An Aspect such as the Earth-warder was the perfect nominee, and the three "traits" made their pick. It was because of Her own choice that granted Neltharion the benefit of connecting was what allowed the first wielder to seek out the Black Aspect's spirit.

When Neltharion's own soul absorbed that of the first wielder's to end his suffering and claimed the spirit's "signature," the climax was what the dragon was now. And he still wasn't sure exactly what he was fully now.

During his reawakening as a dragon which occurred roughly around a month ago, those three traits fully fused with him... It made him the Deathly Hallows itself. Specifically, his dragon form and soul was what the Hallows sought. There was no divide between the three traits, only completion of one with him. She had observed this through their connection and explained it to him.

From there, Neltharion had asked, what did it mean to be the holder of these traits that Death had given? She did not give an answer.

Based on what the Deathly Hallows represented, Harry had termed what these traits were on his own. The descriptions came to mind easily for him: the Elder Wand's destructive reputation as Power; the Resurrection Stone's physical representation as Body; and the Invisibility Cloak's sneaking guile as Mind. But with Harry, fused as one with these three traits, he was the only prime, the Soul. He had a reference for this on why he named these three concepts as such but that was for another time to explain.

Still, he concluded that because of the Hallows, Harry wielded Death's will of wanting to quicken the expulsion of life – where his thoughts often wondered to these days. He supposed that it was fitting that he called himself as Death's Essence in the physical world... An Essence of Death; how he disliked his new status.

The teen gazed upon the Deathly Hallows mark once more on his wrists... in analogy; he could say that these were his new shackles. Then again, he told himself, if no one understands the implications of the Deathly Hallows and its potential, then better me than those who are like the Old Gods.

Harry groaned as he realized that he got away from one type of crazy in the form of the Old Gods, in exchange with another. Voldemort wasn't even comparable as a "form of crazy."

Whatever it meant to be the Deathly Hallows itself, he would only discover in the future as he strolled. If She was cemented in the belief that a deity such as Death exist, then he shouldn't question it until time could explain more. Honestly, he had high doubts about this whole "Deathly Hallows" idea and a lot of questions in his mind like "why would Death wants a wielder for the Deathly Hallows in the first place?" Perhaps that was why the soul he had absorbed couldn't get any rest, because there were some truths that could not yet be explained at this time?

Answers would come. Harry was an Aspect that could live for a long time, and that was what he intended to do.

"Department of Mysteries..." Harry whispered to himself while he operated the complicated controls of the magical elevator. He had already left the area where he stayed at earlier.

Harry was fortunate that staffing in the ministry was lacking in guards at the hallways due to recent events that had occurred. Since there were still a lot of Death Eaters wreaking havoc in the country, plus the recent announcement of the dragon hunt with him as the prime target, it was sickeningly easy to sneak by inside the ministry as a result.

More than once, the idea of using his breath of lava-hot flames against the ministry wizards and witches that littered the main lobby came to mind. He had pushed it down with all the willpower he could muster and until now the thought was still a mere suggestion at the back of his mind. To top it all off, uncomfortable that Harry was with the situation, he was forced to use an undisturbed Polyjuice Potion to sneak in. It was stored within the Potter-Black manor which was retrieved during his detour in order to impersonate an Unspeakable earlier through Her help. He could never have known who was an Unspeakable...

Embarrassingly, Harry had the unfortunate luck of impersonating a now unconscious raven haired woman. Earlier, the teen saw her from where he patiently sat at that magical coffee shop while he was disguised as a hooded stranger. He never properly learned the Unspeakable's name though. San-something… unimportant, he had stated earlier. Although, she was a little attractive because of that bust of hers; if his opinion was still fully human, then he would have admitted it. She was rather mysterious though.

Nevertheless, Harry was under a tight schedule when he had determined that he needed to return to Azeroth as soon as possible.

He had already completed his affairs at Gringotts earlier this week to name Teddy as Harry's heir and fully take the role of Black and Potter Head later on. If Harry never returned to Earth the moment his godson's age reached seventeen, then Harry no longer held claim as a wizarding lord. It was the only thing that he left behind as well as a trust vault in Teddy's name for his educational needs when the teen swiftly fled the scene with the help of the goblins. The dragonkin had skipped the completion of a full will in favor of haste because he didn't have the time to review his inheritance catalogues.

Another thing to note was that Harry wished he could bring his faithful snowy owl with him... He had left her earlier with instructions to stay with Luna until he came back for her. If he could return...

Luna was actually the only one to say goodbye to him, which wasn't really a surprise because of her quirks. By the Titans' undying blessing, Harry had expected it. She also mentioned in her letter and he quoted "Have fun at the Nargle infested planet Mr. Har Nelly Drakonoid~ Remember to look for the Slimpering Sorted-lumpertails while you're swimming~." He had no idea where she coined the term Drakonoid to describe her delusions of Harry's other self, but he suspected that it was not land fairing or anything like that at least. It was also a no brainer back then to just respond to Luna's letter without giving anything away before he sent Hedwig to her.

If it was possible, Hedwig looked saddened, like she already knew what Harry was planning and remained in visual sight long enough until he entered the Ministry of Magic. His familiar owl was always smart, to the point where it seemed that she was already anticipating they would most likely never meet again when she flew off. She never was afraid of him when she found him in his dragon form all alone, brooding (he did not sulk!).

Stepping out of the elevator under his now hooded and masked form as a female Unspeakable, Harry treaded swiftly towards where he remembered where the Death Chamber was located the last time he was here. He was partly thankful and affronted that the Polyjuice still worked even though he was a dragon deep inside... It's a good thing that Maly wasn't here, or else, the blue would never let Harry to live this moment down.

The hidden dragonkin shivered but shook his head. Like the first time he was here, the hallways were ominously empty while he padded on. It gave him the impression on why security in the ministry seemed to be like a joke.

With no obstruction in the way ("where are the wards?"), Harry was able to enter the rectangular room of the Death Chamber undetected. It made him ponder inwardly if disguising himself as a female was really necessary.

He grumbled to himself.

The idea of Disillusioning himself seemed too easy a task that it would have been obvious inside the ministry; the idea was smoothly disregarded. Harry could have also used the invisibility ability that he had gotten from his invisibility cloak if it was possible, although he held no knowledge on how to utilize it yet. The same could be said about directing his magic, though it was a much more medium levelled task. Theoretically, he could do wandless magic easily because of the Elder Wand – his Power trait –, yet he had minor effort so far in regards to the amount of magical output he needed to pour for efficiency. Nonetheless, Harry was still proficient enough in a few wandless spells to get him by.

Harry had recalled of his first wand here on Earth though... being frank, he had felt a connection to Blackthorn when he once held the handle. It felt like such a long time ago. An agreement between two dragons was what he understood, no matter if his real identity had been asleep back then. And now one dragon faded away, its part-spirit returning to its own dragonshrine.

He felt a momentary urge to kill wand makers for using dragon heartstrings as cores; Harry suppressed the temptation again. He could not interfere with this world any longer. If it was a dragon from his world, then there would be no hesitation. Besides, Harry had his Flight waiting for him in his real land and he didn't want to miss it.

Continuing up towards the raised dais, then to the arch, he admired the sheet of wisps that seemed to lull him. It almost felt familiar to him, but he knew that it was his new status that was making itself known. He assumed such a thing because the Deathly Hallows and the Veil of Death were both... well, death of similar category if he were to deduce.

Either way, Harry knew what he had to be done based on Her instructions in order to return home.

Harry stood patiently for about eleven more minutes for the Polyjuice to lose its effect before he could start. During which, he removed all of the female fitting clothes that he had worn. He did not wear any of the female gender's undergarments because that would make him more than undignified. The teen would have had Alexstrasza take away his life in some way using her Aspect if that were to happen. He would have forced her just so that he could escape the shame; or he could instead flee towards a more nightmarish version of the Emerald Dream in order to replace the horrors of impersonation.

Shaking his head, the now un-Polyjuiced dragonkin dumped all the clothes in a pile nearby. Thankfully, fire and earth always came easiest to him as he created a fireball on his hand. Enough said about the fate of the clothes that were not meant for a male to wear, even though if it were only robes. Never again would Harry impersonate the opposite gender, no matter if he was millenniums of years old as a dragon.

The eighteen year old felt very satisfied now in his current strip, more than willing to be immodest; he had brought only himself here in the ministry without any extra clothes except for the boxers he wore. It didn't matter anyway as She had stated that travel through the Curtain would destroy inanimate objects. That included wands, so he never had the forethought of replacing Blackthorn. Magic could be used to keep his belongings intact but it would be very troublesome to maintain a barrier for some trinkets during transition.

Harry contemplated around the whole Death Chamber first, taking note if there were any objects of interest left behind since his fifth year. There was none. The whole chamber was unnaturally clear of anything except for the multitude of rocks, the doors littering the room, and the curtained arch itself.

Taking a deep breath and changing his perspective, Harry felt himself rise in his true form. Like an excited runt, he rushed like a speeding train to the forefront of his physical being as he felt his body grow and limbs never there started to manifest.

These past few weeks' events were overwhelming and Harry thought that he was rushing things too quickly without hesitance. Not being able to say goodbye and face the expressions of his human friends that Harry had made here... he felt a little cowardly. Spending eighteen years as a human on Earth, it was enough to change him. He could still handle recalling their expressions but it would be better if they all forgot about him. They would be outlived, he remarked internally. As Harry, he would remember happy memories and express regrets later but right now Neltharion refused to name them at this moment.

Now that he thought about it, he nostalgically recalled how he had always been brash and hurried things in order to gain some results. Petty squabbles between Aspects and dragons alike seemed to stop whenever he did something unthinkable…

Though right now, the Earth-warder needed to be strong; no matter if he needed to rush decisions in this new life he was given. After all, he did quickly jump on the chance when She had suggested that there was a way for him to get back home. Besides, he wasn't about to become an obsessively angsty dragon just because of the despairing situations that he gained…

Neltharion gave a fire-hot breathed sigh as he gazed upon his dragon self's fully formed clawed hands.

The Black Aspect gave an experimental clenching of his fists, feeling good... more than better actually compared to his old and more massive form if he ignored the constant buzzing of 'kill!' at the back of his consciousness. His limbs were not as heavy to move around as it was back then. The tail was easier to curl and it was more flexible when he unconsciously settled it patiently in front of his feet like it had a mind of its own. He could actually lay his whole body down without taking a lot of space for once. The best part was that there were no Old Gods.

The Aspect was more than positive that the same issue would never happen to him for the second time. The black refused to be the Old Gods' play thing once more and Neltharion would keep his mind as his own. Onetime was shattering enough and twice could spell even greater catastrophe. If Neltharion was given the chance, the Old Gods would be next after the Usurper.

Neltharion growled as he eyed the remains of his underwear in pieces, lying innocently on the ground. This was the one thing he hated about his transformations when compared to McGonagall's smooth Animagus shifting. His clothes didn't just hide themselves with his mortal form, they got ripped apart. He could not really disguise himself with a shapeshifted form combined with clothes anymore. He had an actual mortal skin within him that his natural draconic shapeshifting was negated.

And this is going to be a problem back home... Neltharion thought despondently. I just hope that I can find a way to keep my clothes intact later on. If not, I can always ask Malygator's help in magically hiding clothes when I shift… or even Lisssping Bronze's Aspect ability to reverse the time on my attire into a repaired state. Now that's an idea…

Still, it was easy for him to shift between human and dragon as Neltharion recalled how to transform naturally. What he had been mainly attempting these past few weeks was trying to shift into another face, or race preferably as a Kaldorei. However, that ability was lost to him now. He was also trying to control his new lethal urges; then again all he was able to accomplish was just inhibit it...

The dragon figured that he'd have more time in Kalimdor for further meditation once he felt the familiar earth of his planet.

Shifting his attention towards the arch, Neltharion lifted a clawed hand towards a rune engraving at the side. He left his forelimb hovering there for now.

Based on Her information, She understood the Multipurpose Curtained Gate more than any Unspeakable but She could not act upon it so quickly without a foci. The ley-lines could be used as one such magical focus since it was deeply connected to Her, but it would be disruptive if it was the course to pursue. It could cause worldwide effects that Neltharion wasn't looking forward to watch. He specifically didn't want to discover the results.

So he went for the next best thing. The black dragon would 'permit' Her to use him as an antenna to interact with the Gate itself... From there, he would be on his own once he crossed.

Taking a deep breath, Neltharion widened his connection with the Earth. It was frighteningly too wide that She could possibly do an identical exploit that the Old Gods did to him once upon a time. He could not help but trust Her, and he was an idiotic sucker that way.

Thinking back, the Earth's spirit was the one who permitted his lost soul entry to Her planet in the first place, and the Aspect should be thankful to Her. She had always been there for the black when he was just a young human whelp. The Earth guided him and helped him... and this would be their farewell, so it was reasonable to just accept and connect.

He felt Her presence embrace him... the last Neltharion would most likely receive from Her unless he discovered a way to return. Though if he did, he'd be a better dragon and wouldn't allow the Hallows or Old Gods dictate him.

Neltharion grasped both the sides of the arch containing a runic emblem and accepted Her power to flow through him.

When Her earthen presence passed through his molten blood, Neltharion gasped when he felt high which could compare drugs to mere candy... The power was intoxicating, all of it buried deep inside the continents' land. It was not corrupting compared to when the Usurper forced that connection with the Old Gods.

Neltharion could not stop the ticklish but rumbling laugh that escaped his maw as the power trickled through him. He wanted to stay like this… too relaxed in Her presence; an added benefit was that the urge to cause death was very dull in his mind.

The Black Aspect did not need to breathe. Her essence that was so full of life sustained him on its own. Now that he thought about it, self-preservatives and his own life wasn't included in the universal kill list. Neltharion should be included though, but he guessed that instincts could be hypocrites as well when it contradicted its own mindset of "everything deserves death." Thus the overflowing energy flowing inside of him that was closely related to life was ignored.

The whole chamber shuddered as the power affecting the veil caused its curtain to flicker violently. Its wisps lashed out despairingly on the opposite opening from where Neltharion was.

With his now clenched fists, he pulled a pair of threads in the form of veiled magic from the now unwrapped runes as Neltharion moved backwards. The threads' form was similar to the curtain itself as he continued to pull with his fists still clenched in order to stay connected. He walked back as far as six meters and he deemed it far enough.

Taking another, relaxed heated breath, the Earth-warder rooted himself into position as he waited... but on the other hand, subtle was not in today's menu anymore because a few minutes later –

"What in Merlin's name is going on in here!?" a ministry official exclaimed. It was obvious that the rocking noise of the chamber had reached the whole departments' ears. There were groups of them; Aurors, probably some Unspeakables, and ministry staffing alike entered through different entryways only to choke back when they beheld the form of the iron black dragon, doing... something.

"I-is that... H-Harry Potter?" Neltharion heard one stranger stutter.

Great... everyone reads the Daily Prophet... why am I not surprised the Aspect of earth groaned internally while he rolled his eyes.

With his attention mostly free by allowing Her to work through him, Neltharion slammed down on the ground with his right foot. This act manifested some lined ridges of rushing earth to move from the impact. It created layers of Aspect empowered earthen walls once the ridges reached its intended marks. The black didn't want anyone to interfere with this; he wasn't entirely certain what could happen if the meddlers were to tamper with the arch while She was fiddling with it. Good thing this area was most likely Apparition proof.

"Whatever that d-dra-dragon is doing, I want it to stop!" someone else of authority yelled but he didn't recognize anyone here as far as he was concerned.

Even with Her power dulling his sinister instinct, the itch on the back of his mind was returning, urging him to use his earthen powers to skewer them all in order to process the tampering of the arch into a smoother task…

How long is this going to bloody take, Terra!? Neltharion exclaimed to the Earth's spirit within his mind. There was no answer, and he darkly snarled in irritation when there were spells trying to dig through the earthen walls.

Neltharion clamped his fangs together in an audible chomp. It was getting harder on containing his new instincts than defending from these upstarts. This was annoying...

"We need to hurry!" a scratchy female voice yelled from behind his walls under a Sonorous charm. "Whatever that dragon is doing with the Veil, it would cause irreparable damage to this part of Britain if it isn't stopped! The Arch itself is unstable and tinkering without pre-knowledge could have unknowing effects!"

"A word of advice then 'yer little shites!" a rough, non-British, male voice followed. " 'F 'yer want to take down tha' beast, 'yer going to 'have ta use 'yer strongest Reducter curse against its scales on a focused point! Normal stunners 'er not very effective 'cause of its skin!"

"Alright, people!? You heard the lady and the dragon keeper!" another woman shouted, this time with an authoritative voice. "Double your efforts! We cannot allow him to achieve what he is doing with Death's Veil!"

The Aspect growled audibly at both their defiance and the time that was being consumed. This was stupid, why was he holding back? They were so very easy to squish and burn! It would be so much simpler to –

No, bad dragon! You're better than that, control yourself and focus on getting home the Earth-warder scolded himself, almost slipping into what his new instincts wanted him to. However, with every thinned out wall, he was required to renew the fortification.

As a precaution, if somehow they were able to overpower his walls, Neltharion stomped one more time with his other foot, manipulating the earth to encase his whole body with rock armor similar to four weeks ago. His wings – superficially as if it were folding on itself to appear smaller – wrapped around him like a robe before the application of his guard. The armor's shape reflected his whole form but without any wings. While doing this, he felt the group sped up their efforts on the walls with renewed determination after the chamber shuddered once more.

Eight minutes later, the entire horde of ministry wizards and witches were getting craftier and more desperate as they focused their drilling magic upon a single side of the fortifications. The armored form focused his attention on invigorating his defenses at the most battered part towards his eastern side. It was getting harder to defend against the quickening onslaught of Bombarda charms against his walls.

At least they don't have any brooms to fly over the walls… Well, I could always put a lid on top Neltharion thought idly.

With Her power flowing through him in order to interact with the Multipurpose Curtain, the stream was interfering with his focus on elemental manipulation. Soon his raised barriers would be overwhelmed unless the opposition would tire primarily. Then there was his increasing lust for blood... if this didn't end very soon, he might start another massacre and miss his ride.

Quickly before he realized, the black dragon formed a sharp tendril of earth using his walls and launched it at a random fodder.

Neltharion widened his eyes at that... he hadn't meant to do that! Had he…? No, he didn't sense any loss of life, but there was a small puddle of blood that marked the surface behind his walls.

Bollocks, that was close… he thought reassured, giving a sigh of relief that he did not lost his full control in that small interval. Nevertheless, he placed a tighter leash on his new nature because if he acted upon it now, what else could he say about keeping it in check in the future if he didn't start? If anything despite causing blood, Neltharion should appreciate his inner struggle as practice for his mental fortitude. It would help his mind against the Old Gods if they were to somehow attempt to influence him again.

Neltharion gave the unfortunate victim of his earthen tendril a mental 'good luck' in terms of not bleeding out.

The shouting and effort were refreshed in answer to his retaliation. Holes started forming on the walls; faint glimmers of light from the magical exploits were successfully breaching some of the layers. It appeared that the combined effort of the wizards and witches on a single side of the protections had begun overwhelming the black's work of renewing the barriers. Although…

All around him, he noticed the walls were getting thicker and stronger. Neltharion felt Her presence again, stronger now, as he unconsciously let go of the threaded magic connecting the veil.

He understood what She wanted the Aspect to accomplish. This really was the farewell as the shouting from outside was tuned out. The moment that Neltharion released the wispy threads from his grasp and was slammed into the curtain, the arch exploded in a small range of negative colors. Stonework that used to be the archway was now turned into rubble as the rocks orbited around on what seemed like a –

A clouded vortex, but with no clear image of a destination… Neltharion knew what this type of gate truly was. It was an unstable portal that will implode upon itself after use. From what he understood (non-admittedly half-listened) about Malygos' lectures on portals, this was a one-time and experimental use only. The whole movement of the rubble of rocks around the entry was astonishing to look at, surely.

It was almost... atomic.

Shaking his draconic head to clear it of the startling view, Neltharion touched the ground with his clawed hand one last time while he knelt. He wanted to gather some tears, but his killing urge just made it impossible for him. Nonetheless, he was still full of gratitude.

"Thank you for everything," the dragon whispered, patting the stone ground almost worship-fully. "Let's... see each other again one day, if the chance was presented to us."

Neltharion received a response of Acknowledgement, Sadness, Possessiveness, and other earthen sentiments that was borderline Favoritism. He understood that a world with a spirit only got a once in a million years chance to interact with another being… and now he was going to move far away. She was going to wait once more with nature running its course, watching those on Her soil as a passive onlooker. For a planet, She was very expressive no matter if his logic stated that She shouldn't be.

The earth Aspect shared one last laugh with Her, for both of their sake, before running on all fours towards the vortex. Despite the run, he never let his armor peel off, too excited but also mournful for leaving. His earthen form rammed straight towards the unknown.

Home Neltharion thought one last time before Her embrace was traded for a chill and a light-show of streams. The sensation of pulling from only one direction – a different transitional travel from known wizarding teleportation – was there and he was blinded.

•Aspect•

Earth

British Ministry Zone – Death's Chamber

The whole of the Death Chamber trembled and architecture from the walls flaked off to fall on the ground in chunks.

From the epicenter of the whole collapse in the chamber, the light coming from inside the raised walls overloaded and a shower of earthen fireworks fountained outwards from the topmost opening in a deafening blast.

Walls that blocked the wizards and witches' path from before had collapsed to reveal what it hid behind it. It was an ominous vortex, visible energy twisting within it like a storm.

No one moved from their spot but the negative energy churning within the vortex never wandered past the four meter radius crater either. It was fortunate for them too as wizards and witches that fell on their bums had the blessed or unfortunate luck of watching a spectacle rarely seen in wizarding accounts.

Originating from the vortex, the light trapped inside detonated outwards with its blast range occupying the whole crater in filling perfection. Energy stirred in a spatial cosmic display within the blast site as a translucent black sphere swapped with the visible explosion.

At that point, the vortex compacted upon itself towards the dotted origin while the wind had picked up seconds ago. Metaphorically, all of the air got sucked in as the now spherical energy acted like that of a globular vacuum. In a manner similar to Apparition, the vortex gave an ambient –

FWOOSH… BANG!

– which sent its gathered air outwards in an eruption. Loads of onlookers inside the chamber acquainted their head upon the ground, wall, or was marked with flying debris.

…

It was a few moments later, when most of the occupants in the room came to while dust lingered in the air. Slowly, one by one, the individuals who were conscious stood. Some coughed out as a natural reaction to the whole ordeal, but the light in the Death Chamber seemed to have been magically reduced closer to non-existent.

"Lumos," Williamson said with a wheezy breath, straining with a little bit of effort as he brushed off the grime from his robes.

After the first person intoned a Wand Lighting charm, the remaining conscious souls followed suit while a few grumbled about looking for their lost wand or wiping the blood from their face. With the combined lighting of the wands inside the chamber, everyone was met with a troubling sight when they all turned towards the central focus of the chamber.

The Veil of Death, silently termed as a Multipurpose Curtain by the now misplaced Harry Potter-Black, was gone… It was absent(!) from the chamber it was named for. There were no arch, no sheet of wisps, and no vortex even. However, there was a series of collapsed walls that surrounded… a perfectly smoothed out hollowed bowl. Where the raised dais used to be, there was now a mound in perfect 180 degree curvature.

No one uttered a word… the whole chamber was silent except for some small wreckage that fell in chips from the walls. Every conscious onlooker was silent; some even thought that Britain was still standing among the anonymous Unspeakables.

Not one witch or wizard even asked the predictable three words of 'What just happened?'

•Aspect•

Unknown Area

Unmapped Zone

Neltharion was in a slingshot.

Particles of vapor were drifting away which signified the remains of his former rock armor when it broke apart during a warping entry into the vortex. Thankfully, his scales were still fine…

I guess it's because they're still a part of a biological structure… She did said inanimate Neltharion considered internally. Oddly enough, he didn't need to breathe still… it was like he was moving – hurtling – yet time had halted in this inverted tunnel. His wings hugged him like a lifeline, not wanting to be ripped away in this chilling area of rushing shapes. Even though if there weren't any wind passing by him.

Flying should have been a sensation of freedom… and yet, he was soaring without control of his own path. The Black Aspect was like a missile, eyes never left the general travel direction with his tail kept straight.

At last, it felt like Neltharion made it past the exit of that hallucinating warp tunnel. He was alerted when rocks appeared in his surroundings while spatial pressure slightly made itself known in the area as his travel took up even more speed in a soundless shoot.

Neltharion summoned those drifting rocks with a silent Accio in his own magnetically attractive version. It amazed him how easy it was to do magic if it involved earthen elements, as he had learned during his last month on Earth. He renewed his rock armor but instead of its "traditional" shape, he allowed the debris to cover him up like an Earth-warder sized sharp asteroid with his tail safely tucked in; moving at now frenzied up speed.

In one of his chosen methods of transportation, he was aware of the risks in taking the use of an un-mapped access to travel by turning the veiled gate into something even more perilous. His longest companion back on Earth, the one who he called Terra in Latin, explained that She would be sending him to a dimension where light met nothing…

Terra had mentioned in Her earthen language that it was a place where thresholds were easier to open and gateways to worlds – possibly to his own home – could be unlocked. Once upon a time, She was a part of this collection of "easy access places"... until She hid.

All Neltharion had to do was find out how to open a gate leading to Azeroth. Terra warned him about the legion of green fire possibly being in that "light and nothing" dimension… the Burning Legion, he understood. Neltharion also assumed that She didn't want to leave any trans-dimensional signature behind, hence the one way changed arch; and thus the possible destruction of the other opening even though it resets itself into something default that he once observed, no thanks to Death Eaters. She took the effort to hide Herself from the open cruel universe, after all.

The black dragon also chose this way to move forward since She was unaware of a world called Azeroth. Terra held no knowledge of a world with a single super continent known as Kalimdor. This was the best that they agreed on rather than dumping him in a random world where there might not even be life on it.

So he rushed towards the vortex… an unstable portal that Terra had tampered with, to let it sling a black dragon straight towards an answer.

He hoped there would be an answer...

Neltharion closed his eyes while he waited, letting the last of Her power supply him with survivable energy. Then, for an unknown amount of time this travel would take, he took in an earth-melded hibernated state to meditate.

•Aspect•

Unknown Area

Unknown Zone

A red skinned bipedal form, bulky and very tall in its appearance, glanced upwards with his virtually translucent pet beside him to watch another meteor fall.

The display of sinking rocks in this blasted land from above always seemed as if they were cosmic sailing stars, and that was a very common occurrence here in this violent place.

The semi-astral winged mount beside the red form whimpered a reaction different from the numerous times it watched a rock navigate through the skies… That sky was a murky clouded vault, an atmosphere filled with very large streams of twisted energies in differing lights that slowly travelled in unending constant paths. Beyond those dark gasses and negative streams were possible stars and other worlds. There were a number of round planets that could be seen from this distance, visible and unreachable unless they sailed towards it.

He watched the meteorite, like watching an infernal from the sky crash down, hurtled towards their planned patrol path a few miles away. It seemed that their small break had finally ended, the red form decided.

The chained-up mount anticipated that its handler wanted to check out the general area in their flight path. Even it was curious on what it momentarily felt… a recessive memory bordering on familiarity of sorts before its own form of mental illness reconquered it.

•Aspect•

End of chapter – Author notes/Comments/Non-chapter related remarks:

- Damn, Warcraft history is tough when I was working on later outlines… but what happens on World can range into soooo many different ways because it's an RPG, and I'm just starting!

- You know what? I'd like to see a Malygos or Alduin version of this fic or a TES one, lol…

- Here's an idea; why not have a fourth major race in Starcraft that are all massively Artificial Intelligence like the Reapers in Mass Effect? And their home… dimension (!) is in an alternate void. They are different from the Protoss Purifiers of course :D

- Other possible stories: what can you guys suggest?

- What is this Author talking about? someone pondered to herhimself.

Edits or chapter story changes made:

- I should really check Document Editor in FanFiction first before posting. There were a lot of red lines because of combined words and phrases. Fixed some words that suddenly merged (First week July, 2017)

- Some grammar fixes (First and second week July, 2017)