Kithrin's Cerebral Flatulence
Story?
Important AN: this story will have 3 different scenarios for how the chapter will end, but as the start will be EXACTLY THE SAME I will do a Scenario X where x is the number of the scenario.
Inspired by Draconian Mishap by WaskeHD and not so much, but timing by a fic called Dragon Date.
Harry's Dragon?
Harry was frustrated. Dragons. Fucking dragons. So much for making the tournament 'safer'. Throwing his head back he hit it on the library bookshelf behind him, and the shelf shook slightly, and luck hit Harry, or was that the book dislodged from the top of the shelf?
Looking at the book, and noting both its age, and the faded picture of the dragon on the front, he cracked it open.
The inside was heavily annotated by a third party, and most were what you could do with dragon parts or a captive dragon, and then he hit the end, three rituals, all designed to turn a dragon into something less dangerous, also some mention of minor improvements to the caster.
The first one required the blood of the caster to be covering the wand and said something about an inferior position.
The second required the dragon's blood on the wand and said something about being in a superior position.
The last required a mixture of bloods and said something about being near equals.
As far as he could tell, the superior, inferior, and equal terms were based on the result of the spell, not the position upon casting the spell.
He was hesitant about using a spell that most of the description was worn away be he decided that it would be a decent plan B in case his broom idea bombed.
Checking out the book, he was told he could actually keep it since it was in so poor a condition that Madam Pince didn't want it in her library, in case she got the blame for the condition, Harry went back to his room to study.
A few hours later Harry was confident he could say the words correctly, but casting the spell itself would be iffy, as he didn't exactly have a handy target to practice on.
Turning in for the night, he hoped he would survive the task tomorrow.
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It was time. Harry looked at the model of the dragon, its red-scaled hide glittering in the light of the tent before he stuffed it into the pocket of his robe.
As soon as he started his Plan A, it failed. His summoning charm summoned his broom, right into the path of the flames coming from the dragon's mouth.
He was soon panicking and dodging until he came to rest in a stone corner.
Then his nose picked up a slightly acrid coppery smell, and he saw, next to him, some dragon's blood on a stone, where apparently the dragon scraped herself. And felt the bleeding wound on his shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, he left everything to chance and made his decision.
Covering his wand in his chosen blood, he cast the spell as the dragon's head turned towards him.
A bright, nearly blinding flash enveloped the area.
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Scenario A: Harry's blood.
Before Harry's eyes could clear, he was enveloped in a pair of arms, with what felt like a pair of lumps of flesh on his head.
"Hmmm, my baby..." came the rumbling voice of the one holding him.
He wanted to object, but one of the parts of the spell was to make a slight alteration to the caster as well, and in this case, it made him think that it was natural to be considered as and to consider the being holding him as his mother.
So he snuggled into her arms, and mumbled, "mamma."
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Back in the audience, they had no idea what was going on. They saw Harry casting something, or trying to, a bright flash, then what looked like a seven-foot-tall hybrid of human and dragon cuddling the boy.
The being had coppery red-scaled covering her back with a giant (for her current size) pair of draconic wings coming from her back, a draconic tail from her tailbone, coppery red back length hair, clawed hands, clawed feet, scaled coating the outer parts of her arms and legs, and a pair of black horns starting from her temples and moving along the side of her head back. She had a fit but motherly figure.
She was also naked.
She then stood up with Harry still in her arms and moved next to the golden egg and handed it to him, then gripped him harder, and put her face in Harry's hair, and started trembling.
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Harry felt like he was in heaven. He was in the arms of his mother, something that he had no real recollection of since they died when he was fifteen months old.
All the sleepless nights due to nightmares, all the times he just wanted the love of a mother... it felt better than he could have ever believed.
The fact she gave him the egg wasn't even considered to him in how good it felt being in the arms of his mother.
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Noting that the task was over, the dragon handlers moved in carefully. Charlie was frowning, why isn't the dragon... woman? Getting upset at them near the eggs? Why were all four dragons even more violent towards them. Tentatively reaching his hand out to touch one of the eggs, he jerked his hand back as soon as he made contact. Checking the next egg he confirmed it.
The eggs were stone cold. They were dead. He made a note to check the other eggs, and find out who was responsible.
But for now...
his thoughts were interrupted by the woman blowing flames at a dragon handler that came to close, and she could be heard in a near roar shouting, "No! You won't kill another child of mine!"
"Everyone back off!" Charlie shouted, and then he remembered who was on egg duty, the same handler that just nearly got barbecued. "Igor, when we're finished here you better have a good explanation for how you handled the eggs." Turning toward the duo he sheathed his wand and calmly said, "Miss... you're making people worried about your... son. Will you take him into that tent over there so they can be assured he's fine?"
"Tent?"
"See that triangular structure over there, that place," he patiently explained.
Seeing her nod and picked up her new son in her arms, along with the gold egg, Charlie sighed and was wondering how he was going to explain losing a dragon to his bosses.
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Scenario B: Dragon's Blood.
Internal AN: so I won't repeat the description each time, just age the last scenario down to appropriate levels.
As the flash cleared, he felt something jump into his lap. Looking down he saw a little girl, probably around four in it. She was snuggling up to his chest.
"Daddy," she mumbled snuggling up to him.
With a sigh, Harry managed to get his shirt off to cover his new daughter's (wait, I have a daughter? He thought) nude form, then he picked up his, heavier than she looked, daughter, snagged the egg from the rest of them, and headed to the medical tent.
"Really, dragons. Sit down Harry and let me look at you, and who's this cute..." Madam Pomfrey started, then paused, blinking a few times and looked again at the obviously nonhuman child snuggling in his arms, and then shook her head and mumbled, "now I've seen everything." she soon had Harry bustled into a bed and a quick spell sealed his cut shut.
Dumbledore took that moment to come in, and he asked, "Harry, what exactly did you do?"
half an hour later, with Harry playing with the young girl as she had woken up, his explanation was finished, and Dumbledore had a migraine. Harry now has a daughter, and he suspected something about the spell adjusted Harry into accepting the girl as his, and he would fight to keep her.
Looking at the two he left the tent to report his findings, and he gave a slight chuckle as he did.
He had to admit, Harry did find an effective way to survive the trial.
Thank goodness all the eggs were fake, otherwise, they could have lost a whole nest.
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Scenario C: Mixed blood.
As the flash subsided, he was hit by a very dense being, and soon found himself in a liplock by a dragon girl, well he could tell it was a dragon girl after the kiss had ended and she had backed off.
She looked to be between sixteen and eighteen, and had a very fit figure, with a six-pack. If she had been human she would have had the lowest body fat percentage that could be healthy, as such she lacked many curves that those with slightly higher percentages would have.
Harry had no idea yet why she was being so affectionate after she started cuddling her nude form to his clothed one.
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Deep within the Ministry of Magic records department, magic gathered and a new marriage certificate formed, as always happens when a marriage is cemented magically, as opposed to simply legally.
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"Umm... why are you hugging me like this?" Harry said confused. He had chosen this particular ritual because it didn't have any mention of mental manipulation on the caster.
"Because you're my husband silly!" came the far too chipper voice of the girl.
"What?" Harry exclaimed shocked.
"You didn't know?" the dragon girl asked, her cute face falling with tears forming in her eyes. "That spell you used married us..."
Harry's brain stalled, and his face went blank, which upset the girl in his arms even more. The spell had imparted general human knowledge, along with the information about the spell itself.
The spell was not 'until death does them part,' but instead 'in life and death.' It also made it so that they would not be able to willingly mate with any other than their partner, as well as making it so that even if one was forced, they couldn't conceive a child with the person forcing them.
She wanted whelps.
Harry saw the slightly older-looking teen start to cry, and he found that it made him feel like a heel.
Standing up to take off his robe, he slipped it over his... wives? Shoulders, and sat next to her and gathered her in a hug.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know, the book I got it from was both damaged, and not completely translated. We'll work this out, okay?" he said while hugging the all but naked girl, with a blush on his face.
The girl nodded and leaned into him while sniffling. She wasn't happy about the situation, but she would make do... she had no choice.
Perhaps, just perhaps, they could find happiness together.
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AN: just an idea inspired from a fic, and some alt ways it could happen.