Previously on Harry Potter A Dragon!:

Ron had been surprised by Harry's transformation in fact in had fainted for a good five minutes before coming back to see Harry transform back into himself. Now that a few moments had gone by, and he had digested the idea of his friend being a dragon, he just wanted to know when he was allowed to eat. He was getting hungry and it was obvious no one was going to be getting dinner any time soon. He sighed. What was he to do now?

Dumbledore, the rest of the judges and the staff were in the Headmaster's office. The judges, mostly out of fear Harry assumed, had given him a perfect score. He found it boring until he had then been told in private to go to the headmaster's office. Harry had shook his head in exasperation, for once he wanted things to go smoothly in his human life and though the first task really hadn't been all that bad a result he still felt that it would have been better had he not had to transform and blow his cover. To top it off he now had to track Rita down so he could wipe her memory of the task and destroy anything she may have written on it.

He had been pretty sure she was no longer allowed on the grounds but when he had transformed it had become all too easy to pick her out of the crowd no matter what form she assumed. Her magic core screamed toxic and contagious. He didn't like someone like her writing things that could destroy someone's future. She would need to be eliminated from the picture.

Harry sighed, it was slow, almost longing as he glanced out the window behind Dumbledore. There was no use still being here when Harry had told them all everything he was willing to tell them, which really wasn't all that much to tell the truth, but he had, so far, managed to avoid lying to them.

"Are you dangerous?" One of the teachers asked. Harry was too preoccupied with his thoughts to figure out whom.

"Not in this form." Harry answered somewhat truthfully. He wasn't as dangerous in his human form as he was in his dragon one and he had a better temper too.

"Are you an Animagus?" McGonagall asked.

"No." Harry answered without emotion. He was bored of their questions and their narrow-mindedness.

"You're really a dragon then?" Snape demanded.

"Yes." Harry sighed knowing that the price of being honest was more questions.

"How?" Dumbledore inquired.

Harry sighed knowing that he wouldn't exactly be able to answer fully just yet. "That is a…..complex one word question." He began, answering carefully. "Some time ago back in the old days, I mean old to a dragon, the dragons where considered great and had great influence. Humans came to them and begged them to teach the art of magic and transfiguration. Dragons had long since mastered this art and even the newest born hatchling knew of it. Humans, drunk with the power that we had taught them thought they could eradicate us but we were clever, we stopped speaking in their tongue and we stopped teaching the hatchlings how to transform, if the humans wanted to learn anything further, they would have to learn themselves. Those that had been wise decided to use our abilities of transforming to live among the enemy to protect others of our kind who would no longer be as fortunate. So every few hundred or sometimes less we would take human form once more, both weakened and protected in that form. I am one such dragon." Ok so it wasn't the exact truth but it came close to what had happened at least.

"What happened to Harry Potter?" McGonagall demanded.

Harry looked at her confused. "I am Harry Potter."

"No, Lily and James had a son. Where is he if you took his place?" McGonagall insisted.

(I considered leaving it here but then thought that you had waited long enough for me to update and you deserved a nice longer chapter.)

Harry sighed at the reminder. "Originally I was meant to be their son's brother. I had come to them asking for their assistance. I needed a place to stay for a few years, but it needed to be in the know. I needed to be among wizards. They agreed to help me, to take me in, Lily was due any day and they could always say that hormones were running high when they stumbled upon an abandoned infant and that they decided to keep him. I was grateful. The day they had agreed to come for me, Lily went into labor." Harry looked down at this point, he had felt genuine love and concern both for Lily and for the son she had been carrying and he felt partially to blame for what happened next.

"I assumed the form of an old man, the form I had last assumed in my last life as a human, otherwise known as Merlin. I was great yes, but I was old and weary. I arrived in time to help deliver the baby but the baby had been born dead." He paused. He looked out to the grounds of the castle and stood making his way toward the window. "I tried to revive him but it soon became clear that he had died already sometime during the past couple of days, it was too late to do anything. Lily at first was upset but after a few days, we buried their son and Lily became very demanding of me. It was clear after a few hours that she intended to replace the son she had lost with me. I had never intended to take on a form so young, I never have. I had intended to take on a form that was at least a year old maybe a little older but Lily was insistent and they were doing me a favor so I relented."

"I…..I had wanted to retain my memories so if things went too south I could transform back into my dragon form but Lily…..and James…they both wanted a real son…..not someone they felt was just using them as a shield…..I wasn't…." Harry sounded younger then….almost childlike. His voice was hesitant like he felt as though he would get into trouble. "I felt for their loss…..they were doing me a huge favor…..I…granted their request…..I locked away all my memories until two conditions were met…..and they were….a few weeks into the Summer holidays."