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Chapter 1

In Surrey, England, at the front door of the number 4 Privet Drive, a little bundle had just been placed on the ground. Inside, gently placed between a few small sheets and with a letter, a small baby with black hair was asleep.

"Good luck… Harry." The old wizard Albus Dumbledor said, looking at the baby one last time before turning around.

He suddenly vanished in the night as the street lights turned on again, waking up the little Harry. Too young to understand what was happening nor what happened a few hours ago, he stirred in his little basket. The small covers did little to warm him up in the cold of the night and he started to cry silently, wishing from the warmth of his mother. Sadly his mother would not come again, not now or never again.

But one who did come was one that had never been seen by regular mortals and not much by the wizards of the world. A flow of blue magic, like a small breeze in the wind, flew around Harry Potter who suddenly dried his tears before the beautiful light. This wasn't a spell or a curse, this was the essence of magic, replying to the call of this little one who possessed a magic that no other wizard in this world would ever possess. It came because of its fear, attracted by the lightning scar on his forehead which was full of magic too.

The baby was scared so the magic gave him what he needed to defend himself. The baby was cold so the magic gave him the fire to warm himself. The baby was hungry so the magic gave him what he needed to hunt.

Slowly, the flow of magic flew around the baby like a small mist, changing his body for one more suitable to survive. His tiny arms and hands grew longer, taking the form of long and thing wings similar to a bat. His entire body grew tiny yellow scales as his neck got longer, his head stretched as sharp claws appeared and he also grew a thin tail. His little feet grew sharp claws and suddenly the magic vanished. The only thing that remained from his old body was a scar with the form of lightning, made out of white scales instead of gold.

The blue light disappeared as quickly as they came, leaving a little yellow dragon no longer than a meter long in the basket that was now a bit too tight for his large wings and his long tail and neck. His body was thin and slender but in now way lacking of muscle, perfectly balanced to fly and take to the skies.

Raising his neck to look around, his deep green eyes searching for anything of interest, the instincts given to him by magic took over. Very carefully, the little dragon got out of his basket using his wing-arms to climb out before choosing a direction. With only a few powerful flaps of his wings, he rose above the silent street and used his good eyes to fly toward the closest forest, where his instincts told him he could find easy prey.

It had already been four years since little Harry had become a dragon and his life was a simple one. Now living on a forest not too far from London, he was asleep and waiting for the night to go hunt. He learned that the tall white creatures around him were humans and he did his best to avoid them at all cost, after he almost got caught while someone screamed about giant bats. His nocturnal hunts allowed him to go around humans and learned a bit from them, observing how they lived and reacted while he could feel on pigeons and rats. He didn't grew much in all those years and was now barely a meter long from head to tail, nested in a small hole in a tall tree that had become his since two years now.

All around him were small bones, a few leaves and shiny objects that human called gold or something like that. He didn't had many of those but for some reason he couldn't stop himself when he saw one of these coins, necklace or watch made out of this magnificent colour that always called to him. But of course he remained careful, not taking any chances if there was a risk to get caught.

The sun went down that he woke up, stretching with a yawn and getting his head out of his little nest to look around for a tasty prey. His eyes locked on a deer but that was far too big for him, he could burn the prey but what was the point if he couldn't pull it up in his nest. Opening his large wings, he jumped in the air before flapping toward the sky, going higher and moving toward the city to find a juicy rat or two.

Humans were fascinating creatures that he couldn't really understand. They had so many weird tools and contraptions that he couldn't get what they would be used for. Their decisions were not really good when coming to survive even if he never saw one hunt, they all seemed to always have food and exchanged it for some coins. They had no claws, no sharp teeth and couldn't fly; to him they were completely unfit to their environment and he felt superior for that. What was interesting was how they communicate, not by simple sounds like other animals but with a whole number of words that he could sometime understand when they were simple and repeated many times, like a car.

A move on a roof suddenly got his attention, a small rat running away from a cat that was chasing him. Cats were prey too but they sometimes were too big and too dangerous for him so he tended to leave them alone. But right now that didn't meant that the prey couldn't be taken.

Diving at high speed, he opened his mouth as he guessed the path followed by the rat. In a single snap, the rat was caught between his teeth as he pulled up in the air, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth as the cat watched them fly away, annoyed to have to find another meal. The little rodent tried to get away, trashing in all directions with his body and squeaking loudly but incapable to remove the powerful jaw that trapped him.

Harry flew back to his tree and landed quickly before he trapped the rat with his claws and killed him with a bite on the neck, blood covering his teeth and lips as he got ready for his dinner.

Seven years later, Harry had unconsciously passed his eleventh birthday. His routine didn't changed much between eating, sleeping and observing humans. he had a near fascination for them, for their intelligence and tools even if he couldn't understand everything they said or do. While they didn't changed and he saw the time pass, a small pair of black horns going backward covered his head, his body grew to reach one meter and a half long, allowing him the choice of new preys as his hunting tactics evolved and improved.

The years gave him the opportunity to travel, using the roof of trains and buses to go further but always coming back after a few days. He learned how humans got their meat, that his forest was only a little part of the world and that he couldn't see its end. Things should have continued like this for a while but it wouldn't happened.

Harry woke up startled by a loud bang and quickly looked pass his hole to see a group of humans with rifles, hunting a prey that got away between the bushes. Annoyed as he knew he wouldn't have the chance to sleep before long and hungry as last night didn't gave him any rat or cat to satisfy his hunger, he opened his wings wide and jumped in the air. Time and experience taught him that humans almost never thought to look above them so as long as he was careful he could hide between the roofs and try to look for an easy meal.

His flight brought him high above the sky of London, using the warn winds to go higher, both to look and to hide. Never stopping to flap his wings, he continued until he saw the weird train station. For some reason some humans couldn't see it and some could but it wasn't impossible for him and it was something he discovered a two years ago. He never took this train before as it was a bit different and apparently always full of smoke but the people taking this specific train always looked funny and more than once did he wondered where it lead.

But something between this sea of humans caught his attention, a family of red hair humans was moving around the train with big trails full of stuff and some very looking tasting owls. Hard preys with their beaks and claws but always tasty if he managed to catch one. Once he even got a letter with it that he promptly burned as he couldn't read what was written.

Since this train wasn't here all year, almost never actually, and having nothing else to do, he was about to go for it when a small bird appeared not too far from him, flying without care in the air. Such an easy prey would not escape him and he too more speed before catching the small bird and eating it in the air, enjoying the flesh and blood like always.

A sudden whistle forced him to look down and he saw the smoky train starting to move. He didn't made a sound but internally his mind was boiling about if he should go or not. On one wing he could go, explore something new and discover who were these weird humans, on the other he could stay here and keep his usual routine. Staying wasn't bad but it had been a long time since he last moved and he still wished to see more.

So just like that, he flew toward the train that was slowly starting to leave and take speed, ready to try his luck.