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A/N; I have noticed on previous chapters that my lines to separate the scenes have not come out correctly. Therefore, I am now going to use *HPWD* as my "lines." I will go back and edit the previous chapters for this as well, so you may want to glance through them again if you were confused the first time. Thank you.

Harry Potter and the Wings of the Dragon

*HPWD*

Chapter 2; Revelations

*HPWD*

Roughly two hours later, Harry was sitting on one Madam Pomfrey's hospital beds, the tip of his tail twitching behind him as he fought to contain his amusement. For over an hour and a half, Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, and Dumbledore had been trying to unsuccessfully reverse, as McGonagall put it, "A very interesting self-transfiguration."

Finally, all three sat back, slumping in exhaustion.

"I'm sorry, my boy," Dumbledore said. "But I'm afraid that we cannot affect your form at all. I think you must have gone a bit overboard when doing the change; you appear to be spell-resistant now." He sighs in defeat. "Well, it was a good idea at least. Though I am afraid what the Ministry will say when they find out that you don't look even remotely human. No matter, we'll just have to make the best of it."

"Oh, you mean I should look something like this?" Harry asks as his form flowed and shifted into a much more human-like one, though pointed ears poked out of his now long and wavy hair, showing him to have taken the form of one of the long-lost High-Elves.

The four adults in the room gaped at him, before McGonagall's eyes rolled back up into her head and she collapsed in a dead faint, falling out of her chair and onto the floor with a heavy thump. With a slightly concerned expression, Harry leaned to the side in order to see around Dumbledore, and peered worriedly at McGonagall. Glancing at the others in the room, he saw that nothing was going to be done but stare at each other. Grumbling quietly, he got up of the bed, scooped McGonagall up in his arms and gently deposited her in the bed that he had just vacated.

Looking over Dumbledore, Flitwick, and Pomfrey, Harry saw that they were still staring at the bed in shock. Shaking his head and mumbling about crazy wizards, he walked out of the hospital and out onto the grounds. Walking down to the lake, he shifted into a quadruped version of the form he used during the First Task. The only other difference was that he was roughly twice the size of the Horntail. That done, he plopped himself down on the grassy banks and spread out as much as possible to enjoy some of the last rays of the summer sun. Soon, he found himself drifting off into a doze, just listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore of the lake and feeling the setting sun on his scales.

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"Bludy 'ell!"

Cracking one bleary eye open, Harry glanced around for the one who had shouted the exclamation. Finding it to be dark out, he finally saw Professor McGonagall standing a few yards away from his head.

Yes? He asked her, forming the question telepathically.

McGonagall seemed to shake herself before pulling a phoenix pendant out of her pocket and speaking into it.

"Albus?" she asked, her Scottish accept still nearly impenetrably thick.

"Yes, Minerva? Have you found something?"

"Ye coul' say tha'. I do nae see 'ow we be missin' 'im!"

"Minerva?" Dumbledore asked, sounding rather concerned. "Are you quite all right?"

Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself before replying. This time, her brogue was much better.

"Yes, thank ye, Albus. I'll be bringin' 'im to yer office soon enough, so if ye could be so kind as te meet us there…"

"I'm on my way."

Stowing the pendant away, she finally looked back up at Harry.

"I'm going to guess you heard all of that?"

Bemused, Harry could simply nod.

"Very well, let's go then. And for Merlin's sake, can you go back to what you looked like a few hours ago before you scare any late-night student wanderers away?!"

"Of course, Professor," Harry said as he finished shifting into his elven form. "After you."

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Walking through the halls of Hogwarts, Harry allowed his mind to wander, trying to decide on what to say to the teachers. Just as he got a shaky idea of what was to be said, he and Prof. McGonagall had reached the main corridor leading to Prof. Dumbledore's office.

Suddenly stopping, Harry stared forcefully at the gargoyle sitting at the end of the hall in front of the spiral stairs leading up to Prof. Dumbledore's office. Stalking forwards, he ignored the startled look that McGonagall was giving him and growled deep in his throat. Coming to a halt in front of the gargoyle, but never ceasing in his growl, Harry spoke directly to the statue.

"Well? Will you let me pass, or must I remind you why we don't get along?"

There was a moment's pause, before the stone decoration shuddered and slid to the side. Grinning fiercely at the statue, Harry swept up the stairs and knocked once on the door before stalking in, grumbling.

"Harry?" Dumbledore asked, startled as the Tri-Wizard champion swept into his office.

Ignoring him except for a quick glance and an irritated snarl, harry turned towards the red and gold phoenix situated on his perch at the side of Dumbledore's desk.

"Drem yol lok, Zeymah do Yolos,(A/N; Peace fire sky, Brother of Flame)" Harry intoned, bowing his head towards the fire-bird. Trilling cheerfully, Fawkes replied.

*"The same to you, my friend. Though I must say, you are not looking very peaceful."*

Harry grimaced in response to the mental voice echoing in his head. *"Nor would you, had you been forced to wear a semi-permanent glamour for nigh on 15 years. Your fire stifled for all that time, as your memories were locked away, only to be suddenly awakened when a flaming cup spits out your name. Not fun."*

All the others heard while Harry was talking with Fawkes was a bunch of growls, warbles, and chirps. Finally turning away from the fire bird, Harry looked at the assembled Hogwarts staff, chuckling at their confused faces.

"Sorry about that," he said. "It is tradition to greet your Zeymar do Yolos, your Brother of Flame, before anyone else. No offence meant to you, Albus."

Eyes twinkling, the headmaster replied, "That's quite alright, my dear boy. I know how hard instinct and tradition can be to ignore. Would you perhaps care to elaborate on the events of this morning?"

"Certainly, Albus. It would undoubtedly more interesting, though much less amusing, than listening to you come up with an excuse for waking me. Now then, have you-"

"INSOLENT BRAT!" Snape bellowed. "How dare you speak to the Headmaster in that manner! You owe him your respect! I don't care what crack-pot story you come up with, you are still a student and-"

"Oh, hush, Snivillus," Harry said absently, waving his hand in Snape's direction, both dismissing him and casting a silencing charm in one motion. Turning back to Dumbledore, he continued. "As I was starting to ask, have you ever heard of the myth of the Fifth Founder?"

"Yes…" Albus said, not quite sure where Harry was going with this.

Instead of elaborating, Harry stepped around Dumbledore's desk and moved towards a large portrait of an aged, sleeping wizard. He was seated in an exact replica of the Headmaster's office, though there unfamiliar mountains, plains, and forests visible through the window behind him. Next to him were two staves leaned against his chair, one of twisted and gnarled oak, the other a pure white unknown wood. This portrait was unique in the fact that is has never spoken or woken in a thousand years, despite the best efforts of multiple headmasters and mistresses. Leaning in towards it, he spoke.

"Mellon."

Albus smacked his forehead with the palm of his hand in exasperation. He had tried as many pass codes and incantations as he could think of, and yet, a simple word from one of his favorite muggle book series was all it took to activate the portrait.

Starting awake, the old man in the portrait stretched then looked around, before his gaze landed on Harry. Taking in his features, the old man got a sad, forlorn expression of his face.

"He has returned, hasn't He?"

Harry silently nodded in conformation.

"Very well," the old man said with a sigh. "Good luck, and may the Wind always fill your wings." As he finished talking, he lifted the white staff from its place at his side and extended it forwards. The surface of the portrait shimmered like water, before the staff emerged from it, floating in mid-air. As Harry gently gripped the staff, the old wizard nodded once, before settling down to sleep once more.

Grinning, Harry turned back to the stunned Hogwarts professors.

"The Fifth Founder is not a myth. I have returned after a thousand years of study and solitude, to push back the coming Darkness once more. I am one of the Ancients, just as Merlin was before me. My name is Kalinth Aerendyl, Protector of Midgard, Guardian of the World Tree, Champion of Asgard, and Favored of Akatosh."

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Well, it certainly has been a long time, hasn't it? Though there is this little thing called "life" that keeps getting in the way, as well as the fact that I just didn't feel like writing for a good long while. Oh well, at least I'm not holding myself to a set schedule. Who knows? Maybe I'll get another chapter out tomorrow, or it might be another couple months. Oh well, we'll see how it goes!