Author's Note: Back from Christmas break, sorry I took a week off! xD But you get goddamn dragon smut to make up for it lol! Be prepared!
End of AN!
Harry honestly hadn't meant to stay as long as he had in Gerena's home city - but a variety of factors had just sort of led to him naturally doing so.
Mainly, there was the continued healing of his arm and his ribs. Then there was his natural curiosity that had led him to want to just get to know every aspect of this place and these people as he could. And then there was Gerena herself, who was just fun and good to be around - sort of like his best friend, really. And then, of course, there was the sex. Gerena was all too happy to keep that up with him, and Harry was all too happy to keep it up with her as well. They had fucked a good few times throughout the last five days together - among other things they'd tried out together. Things Harry had wanted to try with her. He felt good about himself for it. Really good.
But, now, on an early morning atop a tall stone building, gazing at a beautiful dawn sky enclosed in mountains, Harry felt like he was ready to leave now.
Continue on.
Not right away, however.
Harry wanted to give it a few hours more.
What was the rush, after all?
He'd made that mistake before with his Splinching. Being too eager to get where he was going, and making a dumb mistake and paying for it badly. Losing his tent, losing most of his things in it. He and Gerena had returned to that valley to salvage what they could the other day, and had been lucky to find his trunk fairly well intact. The contents of it had miraculously survived more or less intact as well - the remainder of his food and drink items not ruined by Rebutia before. Harry was supremely glad he had chosen to leave his Cloak and the Map back at the Burrow. If they'd been in that tent...
Harry had actually sat down to plan ahead, taking stock of what he had left - stowing it into a space-expanded bag - and deciding that he would definitely need to return to civilization right after this dragon-scouting quest of his was done with. He needed a new tent, needed more food and things like that. Maybe even needed to just...go back to the Burrow and relax for a while. It had been a hell of an adventure so far; it was more than enough for Harry!
As they sat together on the hard stone roof, Harry let his curiosity wander again. This time, to a place he hadn't let it before (mostly out of fear of offense). "So, erm, Gerena, would it be okay if I asked a question?"
"Of course," she said simply. "Go on."
"Well. I- um- it's just that all the...the human relationships I know of all involve just- just two people. Err, two people in love and who marry and...and I was curious to know how your- how your- your parents all...work. Because you've...you've said you had- well- three."
"Yes, I can see how the average human would be curious about that," Gerena replied, her tone light. "But if those one to one partnerships are all you know of, you might take some time to think on all the ones you don't. I think you'd be surprised; a fair number of even your humans get into a wider variety of relationship forms than you might assume!"
Harry thought about it. Then nodded. "That's- fair, I suppose." It wasn't like he had payed much attention to anyone else around him in life, had he? Always so focused on himself, his close group of friends. There were bound to be plenty of people who he just hadn't...realized were having such- such different kinds of relationships together and whatnot. Even at Hogwarts and the like, he presumed.
"My parents' relationship worked much like any other - it just involved three people rather than two," Gerena went on casually. "My mothers met when they were young, and they quickly fell in love. One day they left the city to go and obtain the rare pelt of an invisible ilsa - big, dangerous feline that can hide from the naked eye - and ended up getting too close to death for comfort. My father was on the same hunt, part of another group that had been ambushed and torn apart; ilsa aren't to be taken lightly, especially not their cunning nature. He escaped alive, badly wounded, and he came across my mothers. But his ilsa had been stalking him for hours, toying with him, and when father and my mothers met up...so did their ilsa. With two versus three, the beasts felt the odds were in their favor, and they attacked. Father and my mothers worked together to survive that day, that fight. My mothers did most of the work, admittedly, but my father wasn't a terrible wizard. They always told me that afterward they found they worked so well together that they just never stopped. A bond made that day, and a sense of teamwork that they carried on with them into life moving forward."
"So- so they...they all...all three had a relationship? err, did they marry? I mean, how does that...work?"
"It works like any union, any family - just a tad bit bigger than most," Gerena said patiently. "My mothers fell in love with father about as quickly as they had each other, and eventually, after time spent together, they asked him to be a part of their relationship together. To expand it to three members. The three of them later joined in an official, registered union - had this great big party and ceremony I wish I had been born for at the time. Unfortunately, they only agreed to have me a few years afterward."
"Right. so you...you just- grew up with three parents?"
"I did, yes."
"Did that ever cause any...err...problems?"
Gerena looked amused, and a bit puzzled. "Why would it have? Having three people to care for me in life, tend to my injuries, love me and teach me at all times...that's not a problem, Harry. It actually meant that more problems got solved, and faster than otherwise! I always had someone there if I needed them. It didn't matter who - knowing I could call out and have three people come running..." Gerena laughed, a wistful expression on her face. "Life's been a great deal emptier without my father in it..."
"Sorry..."
"Don't be. You did nothing wrong. I'm happy to explain such things to you, Harry. I do know that these kinds of relationships aren't exactly common among your people - even your mages. I wouldn't fault you for only asking, trying to understand - that's always worth doing. If you never learn or grow, you'll likely find yourself dead in the next battle you face, yes?"
"Yeah..." Harry agreed, relieved that he hadn't upset her with his questions - it was just...still sort of hard to wrap his mind around the idea. Something he'd never even considered was a thing before in the world!
But he thought, from the way Gerena talked about it, that it really was just as wonderful and amazing as anything else about this entire magical world.
Harry really had hated everything about being "muggle" and "normal", the way his relatives always had gone on about and tried to smack into him in life as a kid. Any mention, any hint, even a sight, and his relatives would spend a long time muttering or making nasty remarks. Even things Harry hadn't understood at the time, but did now.
Not just flying motorcycles or magic, but just...people who didn't fit their idea of the world.
People...people like Gerena's family. Families that weren't "normal". Two mums and a dad, or two men on the streets glimpsed once before in harry's childhood memory - two women who had picked up a girl from his primary school a few times before disappearing...
Well, maybe they weren't "normal", at least not to his relatives: but Harry definitely didn't see it as a bad thing. He saw it as a a great thing.
To be different, to be more, to be...open and accepting and just so casual about it all...
Harry liked that. And he was always going to do his best to embrace it. All of it.
Even if only to spite his relatives and their whole idea of "normalcy" and "being proper" and whatnot.
Just after midday, Harry said his goodbyes to Gerena - with a bone-crushing hug to remember her by - slung his enchanted bag over a shoulder, and set off on the long trek toward the dragon mountain at last (slightly less longer from this minotaur city's position).
She offered (almost insisted, honestly) to go with him on the journey, citing dangerous creatures like the terenogi serpents and the ilsa cats in these mountains, but Harry refused her.
He didn't want her tagging along and possibly ending up badly hurt because of him, for one thing. And for another...well, Harry was still just sort of used to doing things on his own. It was his nature, and it wasn't one he could easily shake off - not even now, a year after the war.
So he left her behind, with assurances that he would be fine. Probably, anyway...
Hopefully.
He kept his wand in hand and his eyes peeled. Every sense tuned to the world around him.
He wasn't about to be caught off-guard by the magical wildlife of this area again.
He walked on for a few hours before stopping to rest, to drink again. He resumed his journey as evening wore on, and the sky changed to a brilliant dusk.
Harry began climbing a mountain, with magical help, and it was at this point that he was still really missing his Firebolt. Flying across the country was a risk to the Statute, but flying up a mountain in an isolated area was surely nothing like that! He could have done it, if he'd thought to bring it. Then again, if he had thought to bring it, he might not have it right now because of the terenogi attack.
Harry ascended until he came to a mountainside cliff. It was a large, rugged outcropping with a huge cave mouth that led into the mountain itself. There were a sparse few trees up here, and Harry was glad to sit beneath them as he drank some water and rested himself.
For many minutes, Harry sat there, not just taking a break, but being entranced by the scenery. The sky and the land below him was an incredible sight. The whole world was...incredible. And Harry rarely had ever appreciated the natural world for it.
Half an hour passed, and then Harry heard a great echoing roar that shook the air itself.
Harry jumped up and grabbed his wand, wondering what horrors he was about to encounter.
There was a powerful, reoccurring wooshing noise, followed by powerful booms that shook the trees and caused little rocks to fall.
Harry heard it again, closer, and more certain of its direction now, and he turned and saw...exactly the magical creature he had been expecting to find here at last.
It was a dragon.
A dragon on the horizon, pure black and sparkling scales, soaring straight for Harry.
The dragon descended on him, and landed with a great and powerful crash before him - right in front of the big cave entrance.
Glinting, slitted cat eyes were fixed right onto Harry. Muscles rippled as wings were folded. A long tail flicked out behind the dragon.
To be honest, Harry was almost relieved with the size of this one compared to others he had seen and faced before.
This dragon was only about the size of a car - or maybe a big truck. Sleek and black, glistening scales under the sun. A long, winding tail. Wide, great big wings that were two or three times as wide as its body's length (possibly even four times). Their hind legs were powerful and thick, while the forelimbs were slender and ended in paws with long, dexterous digits. And sharp claws, of course. Claws that could probably tear Harry in half and scatter his insides like nothing.
A long, slender neck twisted as the dragon gazed down on him past its ferocious snout, its cat-like eyes narrowed at him.
Well, smaller than others or not, it could still probably kill him in a heartbeat.
"H-Hello!" Harry called out, raising his hands. "Can you- err- understand me? If you can, it's...great to meet you! And - look, I'm sorry if this is your- home or- cave- I didn't mean to just...I mean, I was trying to meet some dragons, but I didn't mean to just barge in on your home!" Harry finished desperately.
A long silence followed. The dragon didn't even move a hair. Then, its neck slung forward and its eyes narrowed, sliding up Harry's body.
"You are Harry Potter?" the dragon spoke, her voice deep and booming - and definitively female. "I recognize your appearance; I have known it well, this past year."
"Y-yeah..."
The dragon relaxed, body easing like running water, and settled back on her haunches - her hindquarters. "Then you are the wizard to whom my entire people owes an infinite debt to."
"Erm...do you mean- because of Voldemort? Tom Riddle?" Harry was sort of getting used to this by now. That he wasn't just famous among wizards, but other races too. He had sort of had an idea before, of course, but now he was really getting out there and getting to know them all...it was really setting in. Especially after ending the second war as well!
"Yes, but not in the way you believe. Tell me, Mr. Potter, have you not wondered where muggle tales of talking dragons who steal princesses and hoard gold, and bargain with kings and village heads for their safety come from?"
"Um...not really," Harry admitted freely. He hadn't exactly read too many books before. Especially not fictional ones (whether they had truth in them or not, as he was discovering since learning he was a wizard).
"I will tell you," she responded, matter-of-factly. "They come from the truth. The terrible truth of the situation of dragon kind! Centuries ago, your great witch, Rowena Ravenclaw, conspired with the wizarding council of the time to enact a ritual. A ritual and a sealing, a curse upon all dragonkind. Present, and forevermore. Adults and children, and their children, and so on and so on."
"How did she curse you?" Harry asked. First Dumbledore, then Godric Gryffindor, now Rowena...were any great heroes really so great? Or was it just because of time and people forgetting the things they'd done?
"She bound our souls, shackled our minds and caused our then ancestors to revert into primal beasts! To become nothing more than rabid animals! And their children were born the same! Robbed of intelligence, of emotion, of true life and awareness!" she bellowed. "This curse has remained in effect for centuries, passed down by our own selves, perpetuated by our children. Every child we have born with it! Our race, our culture died! Faded to nothing! Until a year ago, when you destroyed the very object that Rowena Ravenclaw had sealed all our collective intelligence within. A storage container, to trap our abilities, and keep the curse alive on us all."
"Are you- do you mean the Diadem?" Harry burst out in disbelief.
"Yes!" she boomed. "Did you never wonder just how that object was said to grant unimaginable wisdom to the wearer? Why it does so? It is because it contains the entire collective wisdom and intelligence of dragonkind of centuries past! Our intelligence, our superior intellect compared to your human brains! And she stole it from us and put it into an object, to be passed around and used by humans, for humans, against us! Our own minds, what was stolen from us, used against us!"
"I'm sorry, I- that must be- unimaginably horrible. It's- sickening and terrible and-"
"Yes, it is," she rumbled lowly. Shaking, mournful. "But when you destroyed that object, you freed our minds and lifted the curse from our people at last. And so those of us now, even if we are only descendants of the dragons past, without culture or knowledge of our own history or society anymore...we can think, and feel, and know again. Communicate in languages abound! We can finally love our children again. Nuzzle them, lick them and keep them close - give them names again. Do you understand?!" As she spoke, her tail swished violently, and she jumped up on all fours to step toward him, as if on verge of attacking him.
"I do, yes!" Harry called out, gripping his wand firmer in hand.
She stopped. She gave a deep exhale through her nostrils, and settled again back onto her hindquarters. She nodded, more to herself than to him with her long snout. Her elongated dragon head bowed, her long neck curving as she looked down at the ground - not at him any longer. Was she trying to resist attacking him? "Yes, you would," she said quietly. "You of any human mages would. We know of your compassion, your kindness. And your recent journey through nonhuman territories. And we believe, thusly, you can be an aid to us as a people again now."
"How?" Harry said quickly.
She raised her head. "Be an advocate for us. Relay a message from us to your Ministry. To the Minister Shacklebolt who has made statements to us personally decrying the council of past, and condemning the actions of Ravenclaw now brought to light."
"What message?"
"That our kind will be left alone in these mountains to regain ourselves, until we see fit to make a choice to form some kind of relationship with your people as a whole. And that if anyone other than yourself enters our territory, we will take action to defend it if necessary."
"Alright. I will."
"You, however, will always be welcome among us."
"Thank you." Harry said. "So, that's it? The- the message?"
"Yes. You may leave now, if you wish," she said, almost lazily.
Harry nodded, turning to leave. "Right. Okay." He was relieved she hadn't tried to eat him or anything - or burn him to a crisp! He paused as he saw movement from the corner of his eye.
She had settled herself down on her side and reached with a dexterous foreclaw down between her hindlegs, emitting little breaths from her nostrils as her head turned this way and that.
"Err, what're you doing?" Harry blushed, staring. He thought he had an idea (if it was the same universally, anyway; who knew if dragons were the same as human women that way?).
"Tending to my desire to mate - unless you were willing?" she replied, dashing all his hopes it wasn't what it looked like.
"Um, I- I don't even see how that could..." Harry stammered, blushing harder now.
"You are a wizard, are you not? There must be spells even you have invented that could make it possible - courtesy of our stolen, collective intellect and wisdom, of course," she responded, voice expressing great lust yet also tinged with a current of anger that Harry...almost somehow found more attractive than normal.
"Well..." Harry could think of a few, sure. but the question was: was he willing to? She was beautiful, yeah, with those glistening scales and those intensely smoldering, furious eyes of hers, that great big curving rear of hers hidden by that tail, and her...
"Would you mate with me, then?"
"It- it won't make a kid or anything. I mean...hopefully..." Harry joked. Half joked, really (Hagrid was living proof that magic didn't care about size, wasn't it?).
"Hopefully," she agreed firmly, snorting like the idea was ridiculous. "Will you, then? Regrettably, you are the only male in this area. My need is too great for me to take off and fly elsewhere. I need it now..."
As if hoping to entice him, she suddenly lifted a hind leg, exposing a glistening slit. A big dragon's pussy.
Harry stared. He was...definitely enticed. He sighed, nodding. "Alright..." Who the hell was ever going to know, up on a mountainside? A lone dragon's cave?
Harry stripped off and then he walked up to her. He got down and slid up between her legs on his side, and pressed to her lower body. He enlarged his dick by multitudes, until it was as thick as his thigh and as long as his legs themselves. A third leg all its own, thick and meaty and swollen. He grabbed onto her hind legs to leverage himself as he scooted further in, touching his massive dick head to her wet dragon's pussy. He pulled himself forward and began to enter her. Slowly, painstakingly, he reached his base, his crotch snug to her pussy lips.
"You need a bigger scrotum if you want to even reach my womb when you cum inside me," she told him. "Human genitals are laughably miniscule," she added, as if she did find it laughable.
Harry hesitantly enlarged his balls as well, praying nothing too terrible would go wrong (how had hagrid's father done this?).
His huge heavy balls swung as he fucked at her, a whole body effort! Slow and grunting.
She lay there looking almost bored, chastising him for his non-efforts ("Asking you was a mistake," "Are you trying to make this as disappointing an experience as it seems? Is this more wizarding cruelty, to deny me pleasure?").
Harry took it all silently, annoyed but trying for her as best he could. Then he groaned as he remembered he was a wizard, and took a moment to cast a weightlessness charm on his genitals.
Now he really started going to town on her. He fucked her furiously, as she twitched and curled and moaned! Her tail twisted inward and the small tip touched his asshole, then surged inside him. Harry gasped and moaned with pleasure as she tailfucked him in time to his own thrusts! Her clawed hind legs wrapped around him bodily as she began to fuck herself back on his dick, then she stretched out her long neck and roared as her strong muscles milked his giant dick! Harry cried out as he felt her dragon orgasm passing through her body. Then he came too, with more power than he'd ever had before! He shot a massive load and dozens of sticky jets into her squeezing dragon pussy, all of it overflowing and blasting himself all over his front, spraying him and covering his chest, arms and face in combination of huge cumshots and her sweet dragon liquids.
"That was not...bad at all...for a human wizard," she huffed out, bringing her long neck curving down to start licking at his head and face with a long, flat, forked tongue.
Harry sort of lay there letting her, confused more than anything. Then he raised his head and stuck out his tongue to lick hers whenever it emerged.
He got tired, though, and let his head fall.
She let hers fall, too.
"So, I know this is sort of a bit too late, but I still don't even...know your name," Harry told her awkwardly. "N-never, never...caught it."
"A year ago and I would not have had a name to give," she spoke lowly, with a dry amusement. "The name I have chosen for myself is Saphielle, Harry Potter."
"That's- g-good name!"
There was a low, throaty sound that might possibly have been a laugh. Just one, little laugh. "I know, else I would not have chosen it." She lifted her leg and scooted her rear end back across the dirt. "Be on your way now, human; I thank you for the service, but your presence is now verging on the intolerable."
Harry extracted himself from her, shrinking his genitals and retaking his clothes, resisting the urge to mutter at her under his breath (lest she change her mind and eat him, and all that). He sort of just wanted to laugh, really, in a weird way.
He pocketed his wand, smoothed out his hair, and focused his mind on Apparating back to human civilization. London, specifically.
And he grumbled to himself in his mind, at least.
This had been great, he thought sarcastically. Some mystery. Some adventure. The Ministry already knew about these dragons! Kingsley knew!
It seemed the world didn't, yet, though. Not quite. Not as a whole (or Harry would have definitely read it on the front page of the Prophet in the past year now).
So maybe it hadn't been a total waste of time and effort.
At least he'd had some indescribably great sex with a dragon woman, though, along with the information he had gotten from her.
That was worth...something, at least!