HP Fanfiction: From Tears and Fangs
Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood/ Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger/ Victor Krum
*SUMMARY* When Harry was first bitten by the basalisk and then cured with the tears of the Phoenix no one knew what the mix of different magical properties would do to him. After a couple months with no changes the whole incident was put out of mind. That is until Harry wakes up on his 17th birthday with some unusual characteristics. How will he handle being reborn into an even more secretive world than the one he was introduced to 6 years ago?
~*~*JK Rowlings owns everything HP related im just borrowing from of her characters 3*~*~
SLASH, MPreg, Dark lord has been defeated already and Harry is returning to Hogwarts for his last year.
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Chapter 3: Knowledge is Power
"I told you I have no idea what your talking about" yelled Harry Potter as he glared across the fire at Draco Malfoy. "I went to bed last night thankful because I knew in the morning I'd be 17 and free of the clutches of my Aunt and Uncle at last. I woke up the next morning with scales and claws and damn wings slicking out of my back. I have no clue who or what a Drackyn is. I'm Harry, just Harry." Harry hopped off the bench and began pacing the cave floor his golden wings tucked close to his body hugging him.
Malfoy frown up at the pacing little Drackyn in front of him.
"How can you not have known what you are Potter? Your parents would have had to had Drackyn blood for you to inherit the gene."
Harry whirled on Malfoy. "And how would I know what my parents were or weren't Draco. They were murder by Voldemort before I could even talk remember? The closest I've been to a dragon is the one Hagrid hatched and the Hungarian Horntail I faced in the Triwizard tournament. No one who my parents mentioned to me that they happened to have bloody wings attached to their backs."
As Harry resumed his pacing Draco wracked his brain for answers.
How could someone not know they were Drackyn? And not just any Drackyn. There hasn't been a Drackyn with solid gold wings in over 1000 years. And if he was correct Harry was a submissive Drackyn. Male submissives weren't unheard of but since so many of their kind had been enslaved and later killed by Voldemort and his followers there wasn't many unmated submissives left period. Their kind mate for life. Once a Drackyn loses its mate it will oftentimes choose to follow their mate into the afterlife rather than face the world without them.
"Harry come sit down. I will tell you what I can. You're a Drackyn I know that much for certain. I can smell your wild magic just like I can any other Drackyn. I don't know how you came to be Drackyn however. Normally a Drackyn has their whole lives preparing for their coming of age. I can't imagine how frightening all the changes must be to someone who wasn't taught what to expect from birth"
Harry stopped and turned towards Draco.
"What is happening to me Draco? I'm so scared and confused." his eyes glistened with tears and his bottom lip quivered.
Draco stood and silently walked up to the smaller man. Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms and wings around Harry. Harry hesitated only a moment before burying his face into the pale chest that was holding him so gently and wept. Resting his chin on young Harry's head Draco ran his hands softly over the golden feathers neatly preening them and calming him. After all his tears had gone Draco lead Harry back to his nest before waving his wand and enlarging it to allow enough room for both to comfortably rest. He then settled the silent Harry down in front of himself and covered them in his giant wings. Harry watched the light play over the cobalt and silver feathers briefly before falling into an exhausted slumber. Draco laid there for an hour or so cradling the small Drackyn to him and pouring over the situation in his mind. He needed to talk to Dumbledore. As much as he despised the old man. He might be the only one with any answers. Carefully he pulled himself from Harry. He quickly produced a charmed blanket that would keep his little submissive asleep until he returned. He looked back over at Harry one last time before opening his wings and soaring into the darkening sky beyond the waterfall.
A couple hours later Draco landed in front of the gates of Hogwarts castle. He focused on forcing his wings and scales to hide themselves before striding past the gates and up towards the castle itself.
Albus Dumbledore had saw the Malfoy heir flying towards the castle and met the large Drackyn at the front door to the castle.
"Mr. Malfoy I wasn't expecting to see you grace our halls anytime soon. I never received a response to your letter this year."
"I'm not here for school Dumbledore. I'm here for answers. And my questions are better to be asked in private."
Dumbledore frown and said "well then follow me up to my office"
Draco silently followed the old professor through the halls of Hogwarts until they came to the statue standing in front of the stairs to his office "red vines" Dumbledore said the statue causing it to wind into a tall staircase. "They are a yummy muggle candy. If you haven't already I suggest you try them sometime."
"I am not here to talk discuss muggle food old man." Draco brushed past Dumbledore and headed up the stairs to his office.
As he settled behind his desk Albus glared at Malfoy from his half moon spectacles. "What exactly are you here for Mr. Malfoy."
"How long have you known that Harry Potter was an immature Drackyn?" Draco watched his words register on the bearded face.
"For the love of Merlin what are you talking about boy?" Albus stood up and pushed away from his desk. "Harry Potter is not a Drackyn and most importantly he is none of your concern."
"Oh, I very beg to differ." He laid a long golden feather onto Dumbledore's desk. "Harry is without a doubt a Drackyn and very much my concern as that golden little submissive is currently tucked away sleeping in my nest."
Dumbledore shocked, picked up he golden feather laying on his desk "Merlin's beard! How is this possible? Lily was muggle born and there has never been a Drackyn in the Potter family tree." From his stand at the corner of the room Fawkes let out a shill call and flapped his crimson wings. Albus gasped, "That's it! Incredible! I always wondered what would havoc the combination of basilisk venom and phoenix tears would wreck on Mr. Potter. But him becoming a Drackyn was not even in the realm of my imagination. When he showed no ill effects even months after the event I just assumed he would remain unaffected." He twirled the golden feather between his fingers "And he's a submissive you say? Is he all golden? That could be very valuable. How did you find out about this?"
Malfoy snarled, and his wings unfurled from his back, "He is MY submissive. His coloring is of no value to you or anyone else. He came to me broken, scared and starved. Never again will he be in a position to be used by anyone". With that being said, Draco stepped out onto the wide balcony and flew off into the night back towards his cave and his little mate.
