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When Harry (successfully) took over his dragon body back, the first thing in his mind was;
Am I really this big?
Harry didn't know how many days, weeks or even, years, had passed since he had been away. He was so sure it wasn't that long, right? So why did his dragon body seemed bigger than the last time? Just how long I had been gone?
Before Harry could contemplate more about this disturbing situation (which was not, actually), his nerve suddenly told him to fly away immediately. At first, Harry was reluctant, but then, when a sudden rush of fear creeped through his spine made him remember why. It was the Queen.
Didn't want to risk anything, Harry took off. Where to? He don't have any idea, anywhere is fine but here.
As Harry flew, he remembered the time when he was awake inside his mindscape...
Harry opened his eyes slowly. He was aware when he felt the sudden change. The air was light; unlike before where his lungs was burning everytime he tried to suck in air, this time it was...light- calming, even. When his eyes opened fully and his sight had been cleared, it was night. That wasn't weird, not at all; but the fact he could see Hogwarts shone in moonlight in her glory infront of him made him jolted awake in awareness.
Where was he? What happened? Then suddenly, a flash of memory entered his mind and he remembered immediately. He was gravely injured. He was really sured he would die when suddenly he felt something pulling his mind and then, here he was...
Oh right, I was pulled inside my mindscape. That explains why...
That explained how he felt safe, secure and calm right now. He didn't even feel any pain from the lashing he received from the dragons. His magic protected him. The fact that he was pulled into his mindscape, made Harry realise how worse it was. He felt glad but couldn't help but to feel mad at the same time. He was ready to die at that moment! Is it so hard to grant his wish?
Sighing heavily, Harry decided to take a walk. It wasn't everytime he could visit his mindscape. He did meditate, yes; but it was rare for him to find an entrance into his mindscape. When he meditated, Harry focused solely on grasping his human mind; tying and controlling his dragon instict and mind, so it doesn't went haywire and starts trying to take over his body. To find an entrance into a mindscape, one must empty their mind while letting their core magic to flow calmly and swiftly inside their body without overflowing it; that's what the book said. Hard? Yes. Impossible? Not. But living in 9th centuries where dragons roaming everywhere, obviously didn't left Harry any choice or time to open his mindscape often.
Walking into the Forbidden Forest with the bright fireflies and the moon as the source of light, Harry realise he had arrived at the end of his mindscape as there was nothing to walk on anymore. Infront of him, there was only a dark blank abyss.
Harry knew he shouldn't let the curiosity got the better of him but he couldn't help it. He leaned foward, only to let himself fell...
He fell...
Fell...
Deep inside the bottomless pit...
He didn't know how long had passed as he seemed continuesly falling without stopping. He didn't know when did he fell unconscious, but when he opened his emerald eyes...he was into a huge shock.
I'm...dangling?
"Kreacher, give us the locket" Ron? Hermione? Luna? Wha- why did they call me Kreacher?
Harry could feel his body being gripped tightly by a pair of tiny wrinkly hands. He saw how he moved slowly, away from his friends. He saw how Ron gritted his teeth and how paled Ron's hand was as he clenched his hand in a fist. Hermione was biting his lower lips and Luna was weirdly staring straight at him. Both of the girls was pointing a wand menacingly at him -or whoever holding him right now.
Harry opened his mouth to ask what's happening. But his voice wasn't there. Harry paled and cold sweat started to form on his forehead. Before Harry could start to panic, the person -thing?- who held him started to sprint.
"KREACHER! SOMEBODY STOP HIM!" Ron's shout could be heard behind him. Harry didn't know why, or who held him, but this person needed to handle him with care. He was dangling nonstop and Harry felt the urge to throw up was getting stronger in every second.
Bloody hell, what the fuck is happening here? Wait, is that Neville?
True in his words, Neville was infront of him. His face full of determination and then Harry saw Neville whipped his wand.
"Stupefy!"
And the blankness took him away...
Harry woke up with a start. He was breathing heavily. He was confused. What the hell was that? When Harry took noticed of his surrounding, he realised he wasn't falling. He was laying on the soft grass in his mindscape. Everything looked normal as if what just happened never happened at all.
Shaking his head, Harry decided to make sure of it, himself. He took the same way which led him to the bottomless pit, and when he arrived, he jumped.
The second time it happened when he opened his eyes, he realised he was in a vault. How did he knew? Where else there could be mountains of galleons and heaps of treasure? Who else use galleons other than wizards and witches?. Anyway, like the last time, his voice was useless and he can't move on his own but unlike last time, this time he was on an altar surrounded by...cups?
"We need to grab the cup, Ron!"
"Which one, Hermione?"
"There!" Hermione pointed at Harry.
"Are you su-"
"FOR THE LOVE OF- WILL YOU HURRY UP, WEASLEY?! I KNOW YOU WANT TO DIE DROWNING IN FORTUNE, BUT DON'T DRAG ME WITH YOU! JUST TAKE THE DAMN HORCRUX!"
Harry was stunned. There, infront of him was his friends working together with Malfoy and slowly but quickly being drowned by the multiplying fortune. But that wasn't what made Harry stunned. What made Harry stunned was his friends and his rival appearence.
They looked, old...than the last time he saw them. Worn out was the correct word if you want to be more specific. Ron was taller that's for sure, but he was tense and hard than the lanky Ron Harry used to know. Hermione seemed rougher than she used to be. Gone was her long hair, replaced by shoulder length bushy brown hair that was kept by a muggle hairband at the nape of her neck. But the one that changed the most was Malfoy.
From his right shoulder to his right hand were made out from woods. The were runes carved all around the fake wooden arm and shoulder. Draco's hair was messy and he wore an eyepatch on his right eye and there were numerous scars on his face and neck. The most visible one were the scars which looked like a clawmark on his face and a gash on his neck.
They all seemed worn out. Their face were gaunt. Their eyes burned with fury determination.
What happened to you guys?
Harry saw Ron reached to him and then he knew nothing after that...
Again, Harry woke up on the soft grass of his mindscape. His head was full with questions. Was it true? Everything he saw about his friends just now... It was like back in the fifth year when he dreamed he attacked Mr. Weasley all over again.
Everything is so fuck up right now...should I be worried about them? It could be just a dream...
Don't want to risk anything further, Harry decided to do it again. Sure, curiosity killed the cat, but satifaction brought it back. Infact, Harry was sure he has more lives than a cat which has 9 lives.
The third time Harry opened his eyes after he jumped, it took a lot while than the others. And this time, he was in a display cupboard surrounded by some other mild dark artifacts. Like before, he could do nothing and as expected, he couldn't use his voice.
But Harry didn't expect to see Luna infront of him, looking at him as if she was inspecting something- which she probably was. Luna blinked her eyes, Harry did too and then Luna smiled.
"Hey, Harry"
Luna? How did yo- Never mind. What happened, Luna? What happened since I've been gone? How long have I been gone? What happened to Malfoy? Luna, do you know caused me to back in time? You guys-
Harry realised he was just talking inside his mind and not using his voice, but euphoria made him distract and not care if Luna could hear him or not. He needed to know anything about his friends; and when he said friends, that included Mal- Draco.
"Harry, I could feel a brief part of you within the Horcruxes..." Harry stopped. Somehow, he knew Luna left the part 'but I couldn't hear you, I'm sorry', but Harry understood her and he let Luna talked.
"I couldn't tell you much, but everyone is working hard to search for you and find a way to bring you back"
Ok, that was a good news...Luna opened her mouth to talk, but then there was a struggle in her eyes as if she was battling herself either to tell Harry that particular thing or not. Then, Luna shook her head.
"Anyway Harry, I knew you would be back someday so take your time. Everything is fine here, a thad more fiery; yes, but everything is fine. When you come back and fulfill your destiny, don't forget to introduce us to him, will you? Wherever you are, I hope you find happiness, Harry"
Luna?
"I would really suggest you to search about human horcrux, Harry"
Wait, Luna! Wtf?!
And then, Harry woke up, with questions and confusion, stronger than before...
When Harry tried to get to the abbys again, he didn't find the way. It was as if the abbys was unexisted and if he tried to find his way by walking foward nonstop, he would find himself back at the lake from the other side he was originally from. If he entered the forest from the North, he would come out at the same place where he entered before, at the opposite side. It was confusing as hell. So, Harry made a decision to rest well and wait until the day he woke up.
Too deep into his thoughts, Harry didn't realise the night had arrived until, a small dragon nearly bump into him when he subconsciously slow flying. Harry growled at the small Terrible Terror and shooed it away.
When Harry shooed the small dragon, Harry took a glance behind him and damn, there was a lot of dragons. A brief of concentrated hearing, Harry could hear the Queen's order...
Hahhh, time to get to work... sighed Harry. Didn't want to experience the nearly death experience like the last time - especially when he just woke up, Harry followed the group of dragons
...to the Isle of Berk.
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