Planets and comets aligned into the shape of an eye, a green flare dawn, and a red sunset heralded his birth on a night when the barriers between the living and dead were weakest. And the fulfillment of an ancient prophecy.

The seven will awake upon his birth

To train and raise him will be their price

For to exist outside their time

Will come with a danger

Old foes will awaken

New foes will be raised

Old powers will be his

Should the seven not fail

And he will rise!

Ignored by the multitudes, only three old families knew the prophecy still: the Dumbledores who had no children to continue their vigilance, the Potters who were soon to be beheaded, and the Morgains who no longer existed under their old name but now used Tonks having faded from their old society.

—

Albus Dumbledore studied the four prophecies spread across his desk. One was to be begun that night, the dusk of July, proven by the planetary alignment and the morning's strange coloring. He looked out his window and saw the sky deepening to a blood red. He closed his eyes, awaiting the culmination.

While another was a possible, the birth of he who could face Voldemort and destroy him, born into the old line, this was what he prayed for.

His eyes fluttered open as he felt the world's magic change. He held his breath, trying to understand what had happened. Then realized what it was. "Fawkes, away we must!"

The phoenix flew to his friend and the two disappeared just as Minerva opened his office to deliver the books Albus had wished to borrow.

She noticed the parchment spread across his desk and once verifying it had nothing to do with school, she placed the books atop them then left a short note informing him that Master Dragain wished his books back by the end of the school year.

—

He appeared atop the old Mount, the ancient stone calendar, the resting place of the Seven.

When he appeared, the stones fell into shadow though evening light was still bright.

He looked around then was pierced by fourteen lights, two of each color of the rainbow: eyes, jewel-bright and watching him. He began to kneel. "Hold, old one," came the soft yet harsh voice. "Do not stretch thy knees more than necessary."

"Where ar—" another began to ask before two more appeared, portkeys of dragons falling from their hands as they went to their knees.

"Only three?"

Albus nodded and spoke. "We are the only three families remaining."

"He was born tonight?" James dared ask.

The seven sets of eyes stepped out of the shadows. For each color of eye, the complimentary color of scale was revealed on the humanesque dragons. The green eyed red dragon stepped farthest forward. "You smell of afterbirth? Stand, scion of Potter."

"My firstborn son came into this world hours ago."

"He is the one," the red eyed green dragon spoke. "We dared not dream an allied human would be the one!"

The dragons nodded reverently.

"He—he may also be the subject of another prophecy," Albus said sadly.

"Speak of it!" The violet eyed yellow dragon ordered.

Albus asked his two former students to step away and Albus relayed the prophecy concerning the Potter and Longbottom children. Potter had elected not to hear it until it was required. "There are two more prophecies of which I am studying as well though I admit I am not as learned as one should be." He sent Fawkes to retrieve the prophecies.

He spread them across the plinth that had had sacrificial lambs upon it and spoke the first as Tonks and Potter moved closer.

—

Lily awoke to the sounds of Harry's cries and James taking him out of the bassinet. He carried him over to her and she bared a breast to try to get him to feed.

James stared avidly at the breast to Lily's amusement.

"James, you'll get to play with them again soon. In a few months."

He pouted a little bit but leaned forward to kiss her. "There's something I need to tell you about. My family is the last of a secret society, guarding an ancient castle where something slept. It awoke tonight."

"What awoke?"

"You know how most dragons are extinct now? Well one breed just woke itself out of extinction, the Dracari."

Lily blinked. "Wait, the half human ones? That can turn into dragons? That were so powerful that they stopping doing magic on their own to save the world and died of it?"

"The last was a story, to hide the fact that they are all asleep. Or, well, not anymore. Two hundred thousand of them awoke and are figuring out how to deal with how muggles have evolved and how magic is to be hidden. And something else."

She raised an eyebrow at his tone, scared and nervous, the same tone he took every time he did something to piss her off. "What‽"

"Harry may be their messiah. Our new messiah."