Disclaimer: I do not own "Harry Potter" would be awesome if I did but sadly I do not. It is all owned by J.K. Rowling. I am getting no money for this story, it is purely for entertainment. So please do not sue me because I have no money what-so-ever.
This story is rated M due to future violence, blood, gore, language etc. If you don't like these things then find another story to read. If you do like this type of stuff I hope you enjoy the story.
Dragcun: Well, I'm back. And I actually found Dragcu a therapist. Hard to believe there was only one therapist in the world who treated large half-dragon, magical creatures, but there ya go. Anyway, I hope ya'll enjoy this new chapter and I hopefully won't have to run from any angry mobs (gives off a nervous chuckle as he looks around). Anyway, here it is, and hopefully ya'll will like my strange little story.
In the Great Hall…..
All was quiet for a few moments after Dumbledore left, and then all the sudden pure chaos erupted in the Great Hall as students began to shout conversations at each other, plate fell to the floor and shattered, a few first years huddled together scared since they had no clue what was going on. The professor's tried to regain control but is seemed hopeless, till a single voice could be heard bellowing, "SILENCE!"
Everyone turned to see Dragcu heavily leaning on his Naginata. He used his Naginata as a walking stick as he shambled over in front of the Head Table, "I understand this is a confusing moment but the chaos is completely uncalled for. While I said I was here to bring chaos now is not the time, finish your meals, get to your classes, and let the teachers handle this situation. Your jobs as students are to learn and be prepared for the future, as you all know Voldemort is back and you must be ready. So get to it you bunch of wet noodles!"
With that, to everyone's surprise, the entire Hall expect for Harry, Hermione, and the teachers got up and left quietly. When the doors to the Great Hall closed Dragcu let out a sigh before falling face first on the ground, in the next second Harry and Hermione were lifting him up as McGongall approached.
"Is he alright? Do you need to take him to the Hospital Wing?" McGongall asked worriedly.
Harry shook his head negatively, "Despite how he acted, those two reductos he took still would have took a lot out of him. They probably hurt a lot to. A few Pepper-up Potions and he should be fine. But what I would like to know is what will happen now. Seeing how Dumbledore left I have little doubt the Prophet will soon have a few words to say about all this."
"I don't know, since I am the Deputy Headmaster I should have received control over all the wards in the school once Dumbledore left, but I haven't received control. So that means someone else has, but who is the question." McGongall said with a sigh. Everyone looked at Dragcu as they heard him mumble something.
Hermione leaned over a bit, "What was that Dragcu? Please speak up."
"The wards, the ancient contract has been reestablished, the true owner of the castle in control now." With that Dragcu lost consciousness.
"What did he mean, 'the ancient contract has been reestablished' and 'the true owner of the castle in control'?" McGongall asked confusedly.
Harry looked confused as well, "I am not sure, you have to remember that Dragcu was here with the Four Founders when they started so he knows a lot of things that have been forgotten, and when he wakes up we can ask him. For now though, I am getting him to the Hospital Wing and letting Dragcu get some rest."
With that Harry and Hermione both took Dragcu up to the Hospital Wing where a very stern looking mother hen known as Madam Pomfrey. She immediately took Dragcu and laid him on a bed and started to force Pepper-Up potions down his throat muttering about how at least it wasn't Harry this time. Hermione chuckled when she heard that and couldn't help but agree; all the while Harry was blushing about the comment. He blushed more when Ron ran into the room and fell over laughing at what Madame Pomfrey was saying.
Dragcu slowly began to push himself up with a groan of pain, "Damn, that old coot can really throw a Reducto. That hurt…..a lot." He was heard mumbling.
"Well what did you expect Dragcu? While Dumbledore may be a manipulative bastard, but he is still one of the most powerful wizards in the world." Hermione said.
McGongall was shocked that Hermione of all people was disrespecting Dumbledore. "Miss Granger, you will not disrespect Dumbledore while I am here!" She promptly told one of her favorite students.
"Hold on McGongall, Harry, Hermione, and Ron are well within their rights to disrespect that old coot. After what he did to them I would have said worse." Dragcu said with a slight growl.
"What do you mean?" McGongall asked cautiously.
Dragcu turned to Harry with a hopeful look in his eyes, "Story time again?" He asked in a sickly sweet voice.
Harry just smiled as he nodded his, which caused Dragcu to jump up in joy. Which also lead to Dragcu holding his ribs in pain.
"Dragcu, sometimes you're an idiot you know that?" Hermione told Dragcu.
"Yup, I know, but ya'll love me anyway. HAHAHA, ow, ow, ow, OW!!" Dragcu cried holding his ribs.
McGongall shook her head and waved her wand turning a few of the beds into comfortable chairs for everyone. "How about we all sit down and you start from the beginning of this summer. I am not fully aware of what happened but I know that Albus was greatly agitated about three months into the summer." she said as she sat down.
Dragcu glanced over to Harry, "At that time I was still in the Void, so Harry will have to tell you what happened. This is going to be a long story one way or the other so we might want to get a few drinks in here if Pomfrey will allow it." Dragcu said while sending one serious puppy dog pout in Madame Pomfrey's direction.
Madame Pomfrey stood firm for a few seconds before she finally gave in, "Alright, but tea ONLY! Am I clear?"
Everyone nodded their heads to this, not wanting to anger the school nurse since who knows what horrible things she could do to you when you where under her care. It was then that Harry began his side of what happened earlier in the summer.
-Flashback-
Harry Potter, for lack of a better way to put it, had a shitty year. All year he had nightmares that not only deprived him of his much needed sleep, but also turned out to be a link into the mind of the most feared Dark Lord in England, Lord Voldemort. As if all this wasn't enough at the end of his last school year he had a vision of his Godfather, Sirius Black, one of the only people Harry really considered family, being tortured by Voldemort. Harry and some of his friends ran to Sirius's rescue only to find that it was a trap to get a prophecy that only Harry or Voldemort could get, and of course Voldemort wasn't going to get it himself so the trap was set, and Harry walked right into it. Harry and his friends found themselves fighting for their lives against Voldemort's servants, the Death Eaters. They all fought valiantly and held them off till help from the Order of the Phoenix arrived. Unfortunately one of the members of the Order was Sirius, and during the fight he fell through the Veil of Death, a ancient artifact that origins was unknown, all that was known was that once you went in you never came out. After the fight which ended with Voldemort's failed attempt at possessing Harry, Harry found out the prophecy said that only Harry could kill Voldemort, but the same could not be said for Harry.
To put it lightly, Harry was pissed at all that had happened. After he was forced back to the Dursley's he grieved for awhile about the death of Sirius, he blamed himself for awhile before he realized that he was not really to blame. If anyone was to blame it was Voldemort, Bellatirx, and Snape. Harry was sitting in his bed planning his revenge against those three when he heard a tapping noise at his window, he quickly ran to his window to open it before his Uncle Vernon came in screaming and while he expected a owl, or on the off chance his owl Hedwig who was currently staying at Ron's so that Vernon wouldn't try to kill her, he was surprised to see a falcon which bore the Gringotts seal around its neck.
"Why is Gringotts sending me a letter?" Harry wondered as he removed the letter attached to the hawk's leg. When he removed it he noted that the hawk stayed, "Probably waiting for a reply." Harry figured.
Harry opened the letter and a small ball fell out of it, Harry picked up the orb and saw it was about the size of a marble and seemed o be made of a mix of gold, silver, and bronze. Harry placed the ball on his bed as he read the letter.
Mr. Harry Potter,
We here at Gringotts express or most sincere apologizes for the recent death of you Godfather, one Sirius Orion Black. His will was activated and you are named one of the beneficiaries of the will. As such you are reacquired to come to Gringotts in tomorrow at 4:00 p.m. sharp to receive your inheritance. As you may feel you do not want to gain anything from you Godfathers death you should be aware that if you (and it must be you personally, no one can stand in for you) do not show up everything you would have received would go to the Malfoy family (specially one Mr. Draco Malfoy) since they are the closest relation by blood to Mr. Black who has members in the family that are currently not wanted by the law. The small ball that is in this letter is a portkey that will bring you to Gringotts at 11:00 a.m.; this is because we are aware that traveling is a slight danger to you and that the Manager of Gringotts, Grimtooth, wishes to speak with you before the will reading. Please be ready at the requested times Mr. Potter.
Signed,
Glimdrum
Head Accountant of the Most Ancient and Noble Black Family
Harry sat back on his bed in shock at what he had read. Glimdrum was right that he did not want to benefit from Sirius's death, but he was sure as hell not going to let those bloody Malfoy's get anything. Harry turned to where the hawk was but saw it had left, "It must have just wanted to make sure I read the letter." Harry realized, it was then that Harry noticed that another bird had flown into his room, a large Eagle Owl this time. Harry removed the letter and read it.
Harry, I just found out about the will reading of Sirius, I can not stress this enough but you MUST NOT GO. The Order can not insure your safety if you go, please trust me in this. Do not worry though I will go for you and insure that whatever you may receive will be placed in your vault. I hope your having a good summer.
Dumbledore
Order of Merlin First Class, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, etc.
Harry just stood there for a few minutes before his whole body began to shake. His fist clenched and the letter burst into flames in his hand. "How dare he!" Was all Harry thought. "He ignores me the whole year and expects me to trust him? And he of all people should know that only I can be there, the goblins told me that specifically. Well, screw Dumbledore. I am going to that will reading and that's the end of it. Now all I need to get ready."
So Harry thought for a few moments before he decided what course of action to take. He got up and headed downstairs to speak to his uncle. As he expected his uncle was sitting in his overly large chair watching TV, Dudley was most likely out with his gang terrorizing a group of four year olds. He stood in front of his uncle, who in turn started to turn a lovely shade of puce before Harry started to speak.
"Uncle Vernon, I know you don't like me, and I sure as hell hate your guts as well. However it has recently come to my attention that I may have a chance to get out of your house forever, and never come back. To do this I need you or Aunt Petunia to take me to get a suit to wear to a will reading, and then tomorrow at 11:00 a.m. I will be gone and, if I have any say in it, never come back. What do you say?" Harry asked in a very business like tone.
Vernon's face quickly lost its puce color and returned to normal as a look of utter bliss broke across his face. "To get you out of my house boy, I would give just about anything. A suit is a simple matter, we are leaving now." With that Vernon rose from his chair and actually began to skip towards the door with his car keys in hand. Later that day scientist would be trying to figure out why there was a series of small earthquakes in the area around Privet Drive and nowhere else.
About three hours later Harry found himself sitting in Vernon's car with his new suit in the back. Harry was mildly surprised that his Uncle had actually got him the best suit the store had in his size, though he was a bit embarrassed at the stares a bunch of women had given him, it reminded him of huger jackals looking at their next meal. After awhile they stopped at a red light and it was then that Vernon spoke to Harry, "Now listen here boy, I just spent my hard earned money on that suit in the back, not that a freak like you deserves it, but since it will get you out of my house it was money well spent. And I do mean it will get you out of my house, once you leave for that little freak meeting of yours you will not come back to my normal family. If you do I will kill you, am I clear boy?" Vernon spat out 'boy' like it was some type of poison, but Harry just nodded his head in agreement. Knowing full well his Uncle was dead serious. Vernon saw the nod and smiled as he drove the rest of the way home, humming a jolly tune as he went.
-The Next Day-
Harry looked at his clock; it was 10:58, almost time. Harry grabbed the ball and waited, he thought back on all that had happened recently and smiled, for some reason he knew a great change was coming, now all he had to do was wait to see what the future held. It was then he felt the familiar, and very uncomfortable, feeling of something hooking his navel and the room began to spin, "Time for a change." Harry thought gleefully as the room and House he hated disappeared.