This story like the previous one is a Hobbit/ Harry Potter crossover with Harry becoming a dragon because again I love dragons.
Little Harry Potter was running for his life. Sweat was running down his thin bespectacled face, and his unfailingly messy black hair was wind whipped from all the sprinting. His very large and very fat cousin Dudley, and his gang of friends were chasing him. They were Harry's perpetual tormentors, and everyone knew it. Not that anyone seemed inclined to stop them and help Harry. After all, the entire neighborhood believed Harry to be disturbed and a troublemaker. At least that's what his aunt and uncle told them anyway. Petunia and Vernon Dursley were considered upstanding and respectable people in the community so what reason would the neighbors have not to believe them?
Harry didn't quite understand why everyone hated him. He'd always tried to be a good boy and do what everyone told him. But no matter how hard he tried or how well he did, he could never seem to make his relatives love him. It was Harry's biggest wish to have someone care for him, someone who he could confide all of his fears and hopes to. Uncle Vernon never listened to him about what he wanted to be when he grew up like he did with Dudley. Aunt Petunia never soothed his tears or hurts like she did with Dudley. At school Harry was accused of cheating off Dudley, and any wrongdoing Dudley did he and his friends blamed on Harry.
Harry could just never win. Like now, Harry knew it would only be a matter of time before Dudley's friends, and eventually Dudley caught up to him. Even though years of bullying had made Harry extremely swift and agile he still didn't often escape his tormentors. There were just too many of them, and eventually they would trap Harry in a place he couldn't escape while they waited for Dudley to catch up so that they could all beat him up. Harry had just learned to curl up as best he could to protect himself, and wait for them to get bored or tired so that they would leave him alone. Then he would make his way home bruised and swore to do his chores before collapsing into his cupboard for the night.
Today Dudley and his gang were chasing him over a book the school librarian had given to him. Not that they really needed a reason to chase him but it did make them more determined in their chasing when they had a supposed reason. Harry's library privileges had been revoked in his first year when Dudley utterly destroyed the first book Harry had ever taken out, and promptly blamed it on Harry. However, Harry ended up spending quite a lot of time in the library. Mostly because the Dursleys never let him do his homework so as punishment Harry often had to stay inside for recess in the library to make up the work. Harry didn't mind. He liked the chance to actually do his schoolwork. Harry also loved to read especially fantasy stories. The fantastic and magical tales were something the Dursleys utterly hated, and so naturally in rebellion Harry sought them out and enjoyed them even more.
Eventually Harry got to know the librarian and the librarian got to know him. She couldn't change the school policy to allow Harry to check out books but she did allow Harry to take home the old and unsalvageable books she had. Harry had acquired quite the little hoard of books in his cupboard thanks to his librarian, and his sneakiness. Today, however, he wasn't quite as sly as he normally was. One of Dudley's friends had seen him putting the book in his old, tattered bag.
Harry had been so excited about the new book, well new to him. It had been about a knight and a dragon, and even had beautiful pictures that were mostly still intact. It was Harry's first introduction to dragons, and he was quite impressed. He couldn't help but admire the dragon even though he was supposed to be the bad guy. Harry could relate to being the bad one as that's how most people viewed him. The dragon did whatever he wanted, and didn't let anyone else push him around. He was the biggest creature around with sharp teeth and claws. The dragon could breathe fire, and had wings to fly high up above the world. It was all amazing in Harry's eyes, and he found himself imagining himself as one. Dudley and his friends would never be able to hurt him again. Harry could just fly away and find himself a cave where no one would ever be able to bother him again.
His daydreaming is what had gotten him in trouble. He hadn't noticed Dudley's friend watching, and now he was paying the price. Dudley hated Harry having anything so after he chased him down, and took his book he would no doubt tell his parents. His aunt and uncle would search through his cupboard once they found out, and they would discover Harry's book hoard. Harry was going to lose his books, and the punishment he received was enough to leave him cold with terror.
Dudley's gang chased him down back behind the school. Harry normally tried to avoid running this way because of the steep hill back there. Well, it was less of hill and more of a ledge. It seemed that they were purposely chasing him towards the ledge. Harry tried to avoid it but it was a sudden drop off, and he didn't see it coming. His eyesight wasn't exactly the best even with the awful second hand glasses he wore. Harry tripped on a root, and the next he knew he was tumbling down the hill. The incline wasn't just a smooth surface covered with grass. Oh no, it was riddled with trees and the occasional rock, and Harry went tumbling right down it.
The world was a blob of spinning colors and pain as Harry fell. His small form was bruised and cut by tumbling over rocks and tree roots. He was too confused, and frightened to really have any conscious thoughts of what was happening to him. The fall had happened far too quickly for that. The only thought in his mind was that he wished with all his being that he was somewhere else. He often wished he was somewhere else or had a different life, and nothing ever happened. But now the combination of desperation, and the very real danger his life was in made this time very different. Little did Harry know that he was a wizard, and his magic was going to try and grant his wish. The next thing Harry knew there was a tugging sensation from somewhere inside him. He felt like he was being squashed, and everything blurred before his eyes.
His magic tried to bring him somewhere else but to do so it had latched on to Harry's most recent thoughts of the dragon, and his desires to be one. There weren't any intelligent dragons like that in this world, and so his magic tried to bring him somewhere that did. Unfortunately such power was beyond the capabilities of a fully-grown, powerful wizard let alone a seven-year-old who didn't even know he was a wizard. Harry would have died trying to reach this other world. But luckily this world had protectors, powerful beings that watched over the world. They took notice of Harry just in time. They weren't certain if they wanted another being to enter their world from another universe but when they sensed the pureness of Harry's soul, and saw all the young boy had suffered they quickly changed their minds. They helped the little wizard achieve his goal, and perhaps he was just what they needed to change the fate of their entire world.
Harry felt warmth all around him. He felt like he was floating, and there were voices whispering all around him. He tried to open his eyes, to speak. The voices soothed him, and whispered that everything would be all right. He believed them. For the first time in a long time Harry felt safe. For some reason he trusted the voices, and he knew they would take care of everything. As Harry drifted off to sleep he could feel his body changing.
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Harry woke slowly. Waking up slowly was something new to him. Normally, Aunt Petunia banged on his cupboard while screeching at him to get up or Dudley would jump up and down on the stairs above his cupboard until spiders and pieces of the stairs would fall on him. As his others senses caught up to him he realized there were some other differences to his cupboard under the stairs. He was curled up on a pile of something cool but comfortable, and when he shifted a bit he felt something moving and sliding beneath him. It made a strange jingling sound like coins rubbing together.
Harry was fairly certain that he wasn't in his cupboard. Hesitantly Harry opened his eyes to find out. Only to shut them tight once more, unable to comprehend what he had just seen. Gathering his courage Harry opened his eyes again. The sight laid out before him was amazing. It was like something straight out of the storybooks that he loved to read. Right before his eyes there were mountains upon mountains of gold coins, huge glittering gems, and various other glittering objects all made of either gold or jewels. There was no end in sight to the piles upon piles of treasure, and the cavern Harry was in was huge with high vaulted ceilings and large stone columns. Harry was strangely hypnotized by it all.
Harry had no idea where he was or how he had gotten here. He vaguely remembered being chased by Dudley and his gang then falling. There had been a tugging sensation and spinning and… voices. Now he was here. But where was here and how did he get here? The only conclusion that Harry could draw was that his aunt and uncle had been wrong, and magic did exist. It existed and it had somehow brought Harry here to this beautiful cavern full of gold and jewels. Harry didn't think there was anything like this in England maybe not even on Earth. Someone would have definitely found all of this treasure. A voice inside Harry was telling him this wasn't Earth that he was somewhere else. He was in a different world, a magical world. The thought made Harry giddy.
He got to his feet to further investigate his surroundings or at least he tried to. Harry found that he couldn't quite move the way he was used to. Something was very wrong with his body. It felt like his entire body had twisted and lengthened. It was very different from what he remembered it being. Before he'd been too focused on studying his surroundings, which was understandable considering the incredible amount of wealth all around him. Now he realized he had overlooked something really important. It was not only his surroundings that had changed but he had as well. Gathering his courage he looked down at himself only to give a startled yelp at what he saw.
His whole body was covered in shining black scales. Like the polished ebony stones that his teacher had brought in when they had been studying the rock cycle. But it wasn't just his skin that had changed. No, it was everything. He now stood on four legs instead of two. Harry had a long spiked tail, and strong back legs with deadly looking curved black claws. He wiggled and flexed his toes just to prove to himself that they really belonged to him. It made him giggle when they did as commanded. Harry then turned his attention to his arms, which also doubled as his front legs and wings. They were much longer then what he was used to but somehow didn't feel awkward. He took a couple of experimental steps to prove it. They were longer than his back legs, and his front feet were more like hands with their long, nimble fingers. At least he still sort of had thumbs even if the lengths of his other fingers were a bit different. It would take some getting used to. Then Harry turned his attention to the most important part of his new arms. Dark gray membrane, that looked a lot like a bat's, was attached to the underside of his arms. They were neatly folded up against the side of his body and stuck out a bit on either side.
Harry experimentally sat back on his hindquarters and stretched out his arms. He stared in awe as his wings snapped out in all their glory. Harry couldn't wait to try and fly. But he wanted to look over the rest of himself first. He couldn't quite see his head or neck but he could tell his neck was much longer and more flexible considering the way he could twist and move it around. His tongue felt like it was forked, his mouth was full of sharp teeth, and his face was certainly longer more like a muzzle. He could just make out his black snout if he crossed his eyes enough. It was also a welcome surprise to Harry that his vision was perfect, even better than perfect for he could see much further than he ever could before. Harry's body was long and lean. He was broader in the chest, and his spine and tail were lined with long curved spikes.
Harry was a dragon. He'd like to see Dudley or his friends try to chase him now. Harry would never have to go back to the Dursleys ever again. He had never been so happy in all his life, and he let out a small cry of happiness. The noise that came out wasn't what he had been expecting with its strange growling resonance. Harry laughed and flapped his wings a bit. It couldn't be that hard. Besides he was up here on a large pile of gold. If he jumped off he should be able to glide for a bit like a kite that Dudley had once had. He'd got it stuck in a tree and later blamed it on Harry. Of course Harry was punished and locked in his cupboard for it. Harry shook off those memories. He was a dragon now. He would never have to see the Dursleys again, and right now he was going to fly.
Harry shoved off from the ground with his back legs and flapped his wings to try and get air born. It worked for just a moment, and for one glorious minute Harry was flying or rather gliding. But he didn't really know what he was doing, and without meaning to he crashed into another gold pile. Harry let out a yelp. His pride was hurt more than anything as he quickly tried to reorient himself. He was determined to try again. He was addicted now that he had experienced it once. Harry knew he would do it again.
Before he had the chance to try again the gold began to shift. Harry froze because something was moving beneath the gold, something big. He watched with amazement as a massive head rose from the gold. The head itself was easily as large as Harry's entire body. Spikey horns crowned its fierce long muzzled snout and Harry wondered if that's what his head looked like too. For besides the dragon being a deep red-gold the much larger dragon's body looked pretty much the same as Harry's own did. There were a few differences in the spikes but the shapes of their bodies were the same. The red dragon's golden eyes with their strange slit pupils that had the slightest horizontal line in the center locked on Harry's much smaller form. The bigger dragon snarled in anger as it pulled its massive body the rest of the way out of the gold. The great head moved to hover in front of Harry.
"Drakeling, how did you come to be here in my gold?" the dragon questioned in a deep, rumbling voice, which proved the dragon was obviously male, and not exactly happy with Harry's presence.
Harry attempted to get his new forked tongue under control so he could answer.
"I… I don't know," Harry replied honestly, cowering down a bit in utter fear of the much larger dragon.
The red dragon moved even closer his forked tongue flicking out. Harry remembered that that snakes did the same thing to smell.
"You smell of me," the dragon cried rearing back in shock.
Harry didn't really know what that was supposed to mean. It seemed to be a bad thing to the other dragon. Harry shifted nervously on the gold. His tail came up to curl around him in an unconscious move to try and comfort himself.
"How can you possibly smell like me? It has been ages since I last crossed paths with a female," the dragon muttered more to himself than Harry.
"Unless… perhaps you were a late hatcher. Yes, that must be it. You smell far too much like me not to be my direct offspring," the dragon nodded to himself.
"Offspring, do you mean you think you're my father?" Harry frowned. He wondered what a dragon's frown looked like, and more important why he smelled like this dragon.
"Your sire. Father is a term used by fleshling creatures like Men," the dragon corrected. "Your dam must have been long gone by the time you hatched, most likely believing you never would. It happens sometimes. Firedrakes once properly heated and tended to for the proper fourteen months can sit dormant for several hundred years. You must have been one of them, and when you hatched alone you would have sought me out instinctively. Now that you are in a safe location your instincts have receded to allow your more rational thoughts to take charge," the dragon informed him, his tail lashing about. "I am surprised that you were able to find me. It is most impressive."
"Right," Harry nodded, going along with it.
He wasn't going to argue. If the much larger and scarier dragon thought he was his son than he was much less likely to eat Harry. There was also something about the other dragon's smell that called to Harry. Harry's new brain was telling him that he smelled familiar, and it was strangely comforting. Harry found himself wanting to curl up beside the other dragon to seek his warmth and reassurance. But Harry didn't exactly know why. Maybe his senses were different now that he was dragon, and they just recognized the red dragon as something familiar.
"Who are you, if I may ask?" Harry asked tentatively.
"I am Smaug the Magnificent, my hatchling," the dragon backed up and struck a pose, lifting his head and arching his neck a bit all the while holding himself up on his strong arms.
Harry was appropriately impressed and stared up at him in awe. Smaug looked pleased with Harry's reaction and once more laid his head down beside Harry.
"So, does this mean I can stay here with you?" Harry asked, timidly.
"I suppose. It will be an inconvenience. However, you are very young, and there's no telling what those foul fleshling creatures out there would do to a dragon so young. It truly is a wonder you made it here unscathed. No doubt it was only the aid of your primitive hatching instincts. But now that they have gone, you will be vulnerable. I will not have my hatchling slain especially considering you could very well be my last living offspring. It is important that my bloodline is continued," Smaug considered.
"Thanks," Harry said uncertainly. Staying with Smaug for the time being definitely seemed like the best option for now, particularly if other things outside would kill him. Who knows maybe the dragon could actually be his dad. Harry had always wanted a dad, and if the dragon was willing he would be Harry's chance to finally get what he'd always wanted.
"Yes, now what to name you," Smaug looked thoughtful.
"Name me?" Harry cried indignantly.
"You're just a drakeling of course you need a name," Smaug replied.
"I know I need a name," said Harry.
"Would you prefer to choose your own name?" Smaug questioned.
"Yes."
"Hmmm, I must approve of it then. I won't have my offspring going about with a silly name. How ever will you instill fear into the heart's of Men without one?" Smaug questioned.
"Okay," Harry agreed, trying to think up a suitably terrifying name. It would be nice to have a new name to go along with his new looks. But he was still attached to Harry. It was the name his parents gave him after all. Maybe something similar? Unfortunately he didn't have any ideas.
"Any thoughts?" Smaug asked impatiently.
"Er…" Harry racked his brain for dragon names.
"Allow me to suggest some, yes?"
"All right," Harry relented.
"Dakaar," Smaug suggested after a moment of intense though.
Harry tested it before shaking his head.
"Ravada."
Another head shake.
"Volos."
And so it went. Harry just couldn't seem to find a name that he liked, and Smaug was getting frustrated. Finally one of the names stuck out to Harry. Luckily for Harry as Smaug's patience had almost worn itself thin.
"What was the last one?" Harry questioned.
Smaug paused in his string of names, and looked to Harry in surprise.
"Baramor?" Smaug offered cautiously.
"That's the one. I like that one," Harry said nodding to himself.
"Truly?" Smaug looked hopeful.
"Yes, I want to be Baramor," Harry stated firmly.
"A good choice. Baramor the Terrfying. Baramor the Cunning. Baramor, son of Smaug," Smaug proclaimed proudly.
Harry smiled up at the much larger dragon, happy that Smaug was happy and proudly proclaiming Harry as his son even if Harry really wasn't.
"Are you hungry, my hatchling?" Smaug questioned.
Now that he mentioned it, Harry was suddenly struck by a ravenous hunger. He gave Smaug a tentative nod.
"Then let us hunt," Smaug announced, sweeping around and making his way towards a large archway.
Harry scrambled to keep up with him. He was much smaller than Smaug, and he was still trying to get used to moving his new limbs. But the further Smaug moved through the great caverns the easier it became as Harry got more familiar with how to move his legs. Harry kept looking all around as they passed the huge statues of men holding axes. Some of them were smashed and everything looked fairly decrepit.
"Where are we?" Harry asked curiously.
"The dwarves called it Erebor. Others call it the Lonely Mountain. For me it is simply my home," Smaug explained.
"Are we inside a mountain?" Harry asked in awe.
"We are," Smaug snorted at Harry's awe.
"It must have taken a long time to carve out all these corridors, and the mountain must be huge!" Harry exclaimed.
"I imagine it did," Smaug nodded.
"Who did it?" Harry asked.
"The dwarves," Smaug answered.
"What are dwarves?" Harry asked.
"Greedy little fleshling creatures. They are covered in a great deal of hair that get stuck in one's teeth, and are most stubborn," Smaug explained.
Harry just nodded, not quite sure what to make of such a statement. What did Smaug mean about dwarf hair getting stuck in his teeth? Had he really eaten someone before?
The two of them had finally reached a large gate. Smaug fiddled with a mechanism on the side and the large golden doors slid open. Outside it was daytime. The bright sunlight gave Harry a great view of the huge lake and the small town in the distance. A large forest surrounded the lake. The mountain range surrounding it was massive and beautiful with its jagged peaks. It was like nothing Harry had ever seen before, and Harry followed Smaug out onto the cliff in a daze from the amazing sights before his eyes. It was all further proof that Harry wasn't in the same world. Or at least he was pretty certain there wasn't any place like this on Earth. He wouldn't really know since he had never been further than Little Whinging before now.
Harry yelped as Smaug suddenly snatched him up in his mouth by the back of his neck. Harry squirmed a bit to get free but his new body fought against him. It seemed that it knew exactly what to do when Smaug held him like this, and it instantly relaxed. His wings tucked up tightly against his body, and his tail wrapped up around his belly. Despite the strange lethargy that overtook him when Smaug lifted him up Harry still gave a startled squeak when the red dragon launched himself off the cliff. Smaug's massive wings snapped out, and they easily glided towards the forest.
Harry watched in amazement as the wind from Smaug's wings bent the large trees in the forest below them. The sped which Smaug could fly was also dizzying, and Harry barely registered that he had decided to descend into a field. Smaug gently deposited Harry onto the grass and Harry rolled until he came back onto his feet. He turned to face Smaug only to see that the larger dragon seemed to have caught a deer already somehow. Or at least Harry thought it was a deer. It was a lot smaller than Harry remembered deer being or Harry was just a whole lot bigger than he realized. It was terrifying because that meant Smaug was even larger than Harry realized.
Smaug dropped the stunned deer in front of Harry. Harry stared at the poor, terrified deer and had no idea what he was supposed to do. Smaug curled his impressive bulk around Harry, and the deer to keep the later from escaping. When Harry continued to just stare at the deer in uncertainty Smaug gave him a strong nudge towards the deer with his muzzle.
"What do I do?" Harry panicked.
"Go for the throat. One swift bite will be enough," Smaug rumbled.
Harry looked back towards the deer. He was very hungry and the deer did smell good but he'd never been face to face with his food while it was still breathing. It was a daunting task. But a strange part of Harry was excited. He wondered if he had new dragon instincts because he found himself crouching a bit before slowly stalking towards the deer. Without thinking too much more he pounced on the deer. He bit its throat and the deer's neck snapped. The fresh, raw meat exploded in Harry's sense and he quickly wolfed down the rest without any more feelings of dilemmas. He even snapped up the bones and swallowed them.
By the time he finished Harry found himself nodding off. He felt he should have been more worried about how he had just devoured an entire deer but right now he was too tired. A deep rumbling chuckle from Smaug had him lifting his eyes enough to glance at the larger dragon. The other dragon looked amused as he moved his head closer to Harry. His forked tongue slipped out, and surprised Harry by using it to clean up the blood around Harry's muzzle and some that had gotten on his chest and claws. The larger dragon was now producing a strangely soothing, vibrating hum. Harry settled back down, lured to sleep by the comforting hum.
Harry didn't wake through the trip back to the mountain. The next time he woke up he was curled up beside a warm scaly hide with a layer of gold over him. Harry stretched and carefully extracted himself from the gold coins. Smaug was still deeply asleep even though parts of him were still visible above the gold.
Harry's new name comes from a Sindarin to English website meaning Fiery Night, no idea if this is right I just needed something to be a place holder while I thought of something more fitting. So you are more than welcome to change the name.