HARRY POTTER PLOTBUNNIES
BLOOD OF THE DRAGON

"Harry…is something wrong? I know you need to face that dragon now, but I feel there is something else." Hermione asked her friend, whom was about to start with the Triwizard Tournament.

How she could read him as a book. She has been a loyal friend for the past four years, never once did she turn her back on him, not even when he was mad at her for stupid reasons. But she was worried enough, and she may be mad afterwards, but she deserves to be safe… "I'll tell you afterwards, I promise it will not be a distraction during the task."

"Harry…just be careful." Hermione said as he had hugged him. Hermione had been the first person to hug him. Hermione had been the first one to show real affection. Ron had turned his back on him and was a liability and an idiot. Not a bad guy, but definitely an idiot. He was wrong (idiot he was himself), Hermione was always his best friend.

He didn't even care when Rita Skeeter and her photographer toady were taking a picture and thinking on posting an article on 'true love'. Because it wouldn't matter in a few moments. She is a nuisance in the grand scheme…With a heavy sigh he heard his name being called as he stepped in.

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There was noise of all the people in the stand, either cheering or booing him, everyone thinking he put his name in the Goblet of Fire. It wouldn't matter in a few moments, he wouldn't miss them. There would be only two people he'd miss. Two people in and an owl actually. And both would receive a message, from that same owl.

He saw the dragon he was supposed to bypass to get the golden egg: The Hungarian Horntail. The baddest of the bad when it came to dragon. Extra aggressive, and his backside with the spiky tail is as bad as it's front. Harry and Hermione used to have a plan…she helped him practice a Summoning Charm. Despite the short timeframe she was never impatient with him when practicing. He only regretted what he'd do for how it would hurt Hermione…but he couldn't take it anymore.

Harry looked at his wand, sighed and just threw it aside, then spread his arms as to leave himself wide open. Everyone went silent at what Harry did. People expected him to pull of an amazing win, or at least him to fail and sent back running into the tent with his tail between his legs. But no one expected him to just throw down his wand.

Right before Harry had stepped out of the tent earlier, he found Hedwig, whom had delivered a letter to her, from Harry. He grabbed the letter and recognized Harry's writing. She opened the letter and read what was inside:

'Dear Hermione,

If you read this, it is too late. I have made a decision. I cannot go on like this. I had nothing in life. My parents were taken from me by a maniac. A maniac whom marked me, to be famous for surviving a massacre. To be the center of attention, one time their savior and hero, another time they drop me for even the smallest sleight.

Few of the adults would truly look out for me. My aunt, uncle and cousin hate me, beat me, abuse me and used me as a slave. Voldemort and his Death Eaters whom paid to get out of Azkaban try to kill me or make my life miserable. The Ministry can be bought with their gold and the few decent people are a minority powerless to stop the corrupt Minister and his toadies. Dumbledore is using the school as a social experiment and have me jump through hoops, making me fight my parents' killer and evil beasts like Basilisks and Dragons…He is a Headmaster, Supreme Mugwump of the ICW and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, yet he couldn't stop me from entering the tournament or protect me from the dangers from arguably 'the Safest place in the world'?

And the rest either follow Dumbledore blindly, or are as fickle as I said earlier. Only two people I know genuinely look out for me out of genuine care (and Hedwig). First is Sirius, and they tossed him in jail without a trial and he is on the run due to the idiocy of the leaders of the wizarding world.

The other person is you. I just…wish I could say sorry to your face for being a bad friend. I took you for granted, didn't listen enough when you said I had to read or study. I should have listened to you more. I shouldn't have been mad at you for the Firebolt incident last year. You were looking out for me. You were the first whom hugged me. You were the first whom never turned her back on me. And for that I want to thank you, for being the best friend someone can ask for.

Dumbledore acts in 'Loco Parentis' for all Muggleborns or those raised among muggles. But he won't get my fortune or estates. I had Dobby deliver a message to the Goblins. My money and valuables are converted into Muggle money and transferred to you, the person whom could use it most. Use it to get out of Hogwarts and study abroad and secure your future. You deserve better then to be in a country where they won't recognize your intelligence just because of your heritage.

And since it is now on a muggle account, neither Dumbledore or the Ministry can take it from you. I also ask you to take care of Hedwig. Sirius also should receive a message form another owl, thanking him for being as good a godfather he could be in the short time he was free and I could know him. I advised him to ask asylum in a country not friendly with Britain so they can't arrest him, and if the ICW can get involved and expose the British Magical Ministry for their corruption, he may actually get free and enjoy his life. He deserves it.

As for I…I can't go on. I can't live a life like this, expected to jump through hoops for the adults, doing the dirty work they are unwilling to do. I am just a kid. I shouldn't fight evil wizards and dark creatures…I cannot deal with the two-faced students and officials anymore whom claim to look out for me but have their own agendas. I cannot stand the pain of betrayal.

Hermione…I am sorry, and if you will hate me for what I am going to do, I wouldn't blame you, but I cannot go on. I don't know what romantic love it…But if I were to guess, you would be the person I could genuinely love as a girl I'd date…even a woman I'd marry someday. Couldn't say that to your face. I guess I am not Gryffindor enough. Look after Hedwig for me. I'm sorry.

Love, Harry'.

After she read through the letter she saw Harry in the arena, throwing his wand away and leaving himself open. "Harry, don't do it!" she shouted. But she wasn't heard from the distance she was.

Harry spoke to the dragon, if the beast even understood it. Even it was confused that something would throw itself into her lap like this. "Go ahead, end it. You have a whole nest of hatchlings going up and they need going to be some fried wizard meat to grow big and strong. At least someone profits form this." He spoke to her.

The beast didn't seem to understand, more confused as she just stared at Harry, as if it tried to understand what the silly little human wanted from her. "What are you waiting for, you overgrown lizard? END ME!" Harry shouted as he tore up and cried. "I got nothing left."

He locked eyes with the dragon, who now stared at him, not with animosity, and the curiosity from earlier was replaced by something else. Like it tried to look into his soul. As it tried to read the person in front of her. She then inhaled, and let out a burst of fire, but it was different from the fire she blew earlier in rage…it was bright golden and it engulfed Harry and the people in the stands screamed in horror…

If this was dying, it wasn't so bad. It wasn't painful. It was warm, but a pleasant warm, like being warm and toasty in your bed at night. He didn't see anything but the gold, like the color of the flames that hit him. "Why are you in so much pain?" a voice asked. It was female, gentle and ethereal. Harry didn't know whom was speaking to him. "Why are you in so much pain?"

"Because people want me to be in pain. People want to me to be whatever they need: a weapon, a performance, a symbol for something I don't stand for. I tried to endure, but I couldn't." Harry replied to the voice. He didn't speak it aloud, it was like he…thought of it and projected his thoughts at the voice. "Whom are you, are you Death?"

"I have been called before, but I am not. I am just a beast. I am the mother of a clutch, I am also someone they expect to perform…" the female voice sounded.

"You are the dragon I faced." Harry realized.

"It is true, young one. Though my name cannot be spoken or translated in human language…you can call me Echidna." She replied. "You have suffered so much, I can feel it, young one. Yet you endured. You were strong, brave…"

"I am not that strong and brave now." Harry replied.

"No one is infallible. Not even an apex predator like me. But everyone has a choice when faced with adversity. You can submit and let it take you down, or you can stand up and fight, stronger then before." Echidna said.

"I cannot fight anymore, I have nothing left." Harry said.

"You say that, but I can sense in your heart, and you know yourself that isn't true. There are those few whom still are worth it. Are you going to abandon them?" Echidna asked.

"I am not…I have provided them with a way out, so they will be safe…when I'm gone." Harry replied.

"Yet don't you care on the hurt you'll cause if you threw your life away?" Echidna asked.

"I do…but they can't…No one can help me." Harry noted.

"You cannot help yourself, you feel like you have to carry the burden. But it doesn't have to be you. Even us dragons pack together in times of need. Help is given to those whom ask. And those whom truly deserve it will receive it, and those whom are willing to ensure your happiness will provide it…" Echidna stated.

Harry let his thoughts run wild before he recomposed himself. The images of Hermione, and to a lesser degree Sirius, but mostly Hermione appeared in his mind, stronger then ever. He asked her to run and leave everything behind for safety, but foolish as he was didn't think if she would have anything left to encourage her to seek out said safety. "Can you help me, Echidna? Please?" Harry asked.

"I can, little one. And I will." Echidna said.

"How are you going to do that? Does it have something to do with the place we are in now? How does this work and why does no one else know of this?" Harry asked.

"Humans are foolish, they seeks control of all power and knowledge. So much they stifled their own talents and much ancient magic has become lost and unknown. Us Dragons have powers no one remembers…and powers we used to bestow on those few worthy. But the ones worthy are either no longer around, don't know about it or are exposed of by those whom don't want it known." Echidna explained.

"What power? And how will it help me?" Harry asked.

"The power is a tool, but you are the one whom has to use it. To shape, to change…if the world is harsh and unfair, you wage war on the world and create a new one. You will become like me, an apex predator, though in a different way. You will be one of a kind." Echidna explained.

"Then please…Give it to me. So that the suffering can stop…My suffering ends, and that no one will suffer like me." Harry asked.

"Open your heart and mind." Echidna said. And Harry did.

For Harry and Echidna it was an eternity, but for the people around them it was just an instant, and when the golden flames faded, Harry stood there, but he was different. His skin was scaly, his eyes were slitted and reptile-like, he had a long tail with spikes sticking out of his backside, and a pair of huge dragon-like wings from his back. As he took to the sky, he smirked, showing sharp teeth inside. He also had to large horns on his head, making him look a bit demonic.

Harry let out a roar that shook and caused fear among the crowd, feeling that roar in their bones and every fiber of their being. Some vacated their bladders and/or bowels. The only one whom felt nothing was Hermione. She was just relieved that Harry was alright. Pissed for his stunt, but relieved.

Harry then shouted in a voice he didn't need Sonorus to amplify: "A few moments ago I was willing to end it. But now things are different. I am not ending myself, I am going to end this entire farce. My whole life I have been screwed over by everyone but a select few, but that changes today.

I was famous for surviving a massacre that costed me my parents. It is a stigma I didn't want. I would have wanted a happy life raised by loving parents, whom are the real celebrities as their love and willingness to protect me at the cost of their lives is what made sure I was still here. And you all have tarnished their memory.

You turned me into an icon, someone to shove the blame to when things go wrong, or someone they can send at a problem to solve it for them. Someone they can shove all responsibility towards to so you don't have to take them yourselves. NO MORE!

The Harry Potter you read about in books and fairytales doesn't exist. The Harry that was put in an abusive environment and is forced to fight Trolls, giant spiders, basilisks and Dark Lords at Hogwarts is also no longer around. Right now I am Harry Potter, dragon warrior and won't put up with any of your crap anymore.

You people, except a few, disgust me. You either use your power and positions to use me, others are sheep whom let it happen and do nothing to rectify it. It no longer matters. Because while I didn't start this tournament, I am going to end it alongside every other farce that is the wizarding world.

This includes the Ministry, full of corrupt people whom can be bought by Dark Wizards whom used their gold to get out of Azkaban, and put heritage over skill. It also includes Hogwarts, with a Headmaster whom manipulated me and did nothing to fight the dangers his school hid as he sat on his bony ass sucking lemon drops.

And it includes you people, little shits all of you! You want me to either be the hero or the villain when it fits. None of you think, no one investigates, or have your own opinion. One of you comes to a conclusion and stick with it.

I am not going Dark. But I am not basking into the Light that is blinding you. I am going to cleanse this world. And don't forget, I am the monster that you all created." Harry finished as he flew down, and reverted back to human form. He then flipped the bird towards the judge stands.

He then turned to Echidna. Her draconic face couldn't actually do it, but when looking in her eyes you would feel her smirking. She gently grabbed the Golden Egg in her claws and gently passed it to Harry, then patted his head. "You've done well, Dragon Warrior, you found your strength."

Harry left the arena with the egg in his hand, not bothering to stick around for his scores. They were not important. In the tent where he came from, Hermione came in. She rushed at him. "Hermione…" Harry croaked, but Harry was slapped. "I guess I deserved that one."

"Harry James Potter, you arse! Did you realize what you did? What could have happened? What it would do to me if you…" Hermione shouted, but she started to crack, and cried, hugging him and burying her head in his chest. "Why didn't you tell me it was this bad?"

"I was foolish Hermione…" Harry said, returning the hug. "I felt it was my pain, my burden. I never had anyone to count upon in my life, so I didn't know how…But things have changed Hermione. It's going to be different…It's going to be better." Harry said.

Hermione lifted her head and her bloodshot eyes stared right into his. "Harry…"

"Hush…" Harry said, putting a finger in her lips. "I need to find out something." He said as he then leaned forwards and kissed her straight on the lips. Hermione was surprised but melted away into the kiss, wrapping her arms around him again as the kiss continued for…they didn't know how long but it was bloody great.

"Did you find out what you wanted?" she asked flustered.

"Yes…I know for certain I love you." Harry said.

"I love you too Harry." Hermione said.

"You are the first whom ever told me that, Hermione…You probably have a lot of questions, and I will answer them later. But not now. Let's just put ourselves at ease for now." Harry said.

"I'm all for it. But you are getting a bollocking for your little stunt later." Hermione stated.

"That's fair I guess." Harry said as he and Hermione walked out of the tent, hand in hand.

Though they were waited for by the few people they DEFINITELY didn't want to see at the moment. At the front was a certain red-haired idiot. Ron opened the big mouth where often quantities of food came in daily even a dragon would struggle to match, and only stupidities and sniping insults came out. "Harry, mate…I…" Harry created the armor-like scales around his left hand and punched Ron in the face, hard, sending him flying and knocking him out.

"I am not your mate, traitor!" Harry said.

"Harry, a word for the Daily Pro-" Rita Skeeter began but Harry just blew on her, and her quill, parchments and robes were bombarded by flames. When the flames died out, she was blackened and covered in soothe, her hair and robes were gone, leaving her in underwear (old-fashioned Victorian underwear), her glasses melted and her quills, paper and bag reduced to ash. Her picture-taking toady had enough sense to not make a picture. In fact he felt like tossing his camera in the lake, taking a coffee break and retiring.

"Harry, my boy…" Dumbledore, the manipulative old goat (or senile, it has to be one of those two) but Harry cut him off by staring at him with those creepy dragon-eyes.

"Never…talk to me…again!" he just simply said. And then he walked off. Dumbledore knew that all his plans have gone up in smoke as if Harry had breathed fire on them. Even worse, Dumbledore was scared of a few things, and Harry was suddenly on top of that list. "Oh my…what have I done?" he thought.

The last person they saw didn't cause anger or annoyance. In fact, they didn't seem to recognize the person they saw. It was a third year Ravenclaw they believe they had seen talking to Ginny a few times. She had long dirty blonde hair and dreamy greyish-blue eyes. She had some sort of radish on her earrings and a necklace full of butterbeer corks. "Er…can we help you?" Harry asked.

The girl then kneeled down before Harry, going down on one knee, one of her hands in a fist, the other hand, all fighers outstretched, on top of the other hand. "Luna Lovegood, of the Lovegood Clan. Our family has served the Dragon Warriors for eons. We have long awaited for your return. I am at your service."

Learning that, Harry said the only thing he could think of "What the bloody hell?"

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A plotbunny I can see myself continuing possibly in the future. But for the moment I just wanted to share another idea.

I love fics with Harry as a superpowered being or a special ability.

And a Dragon Warrior Harry is just so cheesy and metal it could not be passed up.

I forever support Harry/Hermione.

I don't have sympathy for Dumbledore and never will. He must either be senile or manipulative for what he puts Harry through.

While Ron had his good sides, I think Harry should have punched him for being a berk for so long.