Son of the Sleeping Dragon: A Harry Potter Fanfiction
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its associated characters: all rights belong to JK Rowling. I do not own any crossover references used in the story: all rights belong to their original creators. I do own any OC spells explained at the end of a chapter.
Plot: After Harry vanquished Voldemort, he vanished under mysterious circumstances. Ten years later, in the Sorting, Harry returns, but now, he's changed: now, he is Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titilandus incarnate! And…hang on: why is he calling Hogwarts his Mother?
Author's Note: So, as weird as this one's going to sound, it was greatly inspired by my Avengers crossover The Power Within, so if you see a similarity here or there, that's probably why. At the same time, I intend on having fun with this one and see it through to its completion, even if it takes me seven years to reach that inevitable destiny.
So, sit back, strap in and enjoy the ride.
And, as always, don't like, don't read.
Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to my good friend, Winged Seer Wolf, for encouraging and supporting my choice to come up with such a fun adventure and for the kind, supporting words they also said in response to a gutsy move made in another story. (They know which one)
If you haven't yet checked out WSW's works, I strongly encourage you to do so.
Recommended Reads: Silver King and Trickshot by JustBored21, How To Tickle A Sleeping Dragon, Harry Potter and the Warlock of Britain and Custos Aeternus by Winged Seer Wolf, Harry Potter and the Spiteful Sorting Hat by Evening Ego, The Rise of the Last Potter by HPfanfictioner66, Saviour of Magic by Colt01, Arch Mage, the Path of Magic by Kairomaru, Magical Origins by Dante 2K-25, A Year Too Soon by NHunter, When the Thunder Breaks by WeLonelyOldSouls, Harry Potter and the Founders' Vault by CharmedMilliE- Karry Master, Champion of the Founders by StormyFireDragon, Harry Potter and the Prince of Slytherin by The Sinister Man and Adventures in Magick by PseudonymousEntity
Key Pairing: Eventual Harry/Human-Male-Fawkes/Human-Female-Basilisk (YES, Seriously!)
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
'Mental Speech'
/Parseltongue/
Chapter 1: A Night of Dragons
The scream of the damned.
As simple as it sounded, this was, quite possibly, the only way that the inhabitants of Godric's Hollow could describe the nerve-shattering, bone-chilling roar of terror, pain and outrage that seemed to tear out of one particular house on the street. As many of the unsuspecting Muggles native to the area ran to their windows and out into the gardens to see what could have caused such a terrifying sound, the magical population of the famous village found their eyes drawn not to the house or the flash of green light that could be seen from an upstairs window.
Instead, their eyes were drawn upwards as, moments after the scream tore through the formerly-peaceful Samhain night, what could only be described as a double of the Aurora Borealis lightshow appeared over the house. Within the light, many magical men, women and even children had to rub their eyes and smack themselves a few times, if only to be sure that what they were seeing was what they were seeing.
However, by the time they managed to look again at the house at the end of Main Street, where the lightshow seemed to burn brightest, the thing that many of them had been unable to believe they'd seen was gone.
Meanwhile, the Muggles only saw the lights and nothing else, leading many of them to wonder if they'd just seen a once-in-a-lifetime scene.
Moments later, however, Obliviators and authorities of the magical variety stole that memory from them.
However, the night was far from over, especially in light of the sound that had preceded the amazing display of light and magic.
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Inside this house, however, none of the curious, awe-inspired and questioning magical beings, nor the Muggles of the village, were aware of the rare, if not one-time-only event that was taking place.
While the light burned bright, like the illuminations of the Divines unleashed on Mortal Earth, a single, solitary figure seemed to pass through the light, entering the house via the roof where, with a rush of wings that didn't even seem to disturb the house, or the tragically-fallen souls lying there, the lone figure swooped along the upstairs hallway and into a nursery.
Once in the nursery, the figure spread its wings wide, revealing a streamlined body that seemed to be comprised of every colour possible, and a few more besides, while its wings shimmered with black-and-white-coloured ripples that, much like the ebb and flow of the ocean's tides, seemed to pass back-and-forth along the wings of the mighty, glowing beast. Its eyes were a bright, almost-vibrant, if not luminescent shade of mercurial silver with flecks of gold dotted here and there, which looked more like stars dancing in a silvery sky, and twin pupils – again, one white and one black, much like the ripples on the beast's wings – that seemed to be fixed on the only other living occupant in the room.
A baby boy…a toddler of roughly fifteen months of age, whom was crying loudly and screaming for a Mother and Father that would never come; on the infant's forehead, a newly-acquired lightning-bolt-shaped scar oozed fresh blood, while something in the scar's shape, or origins, seemed to cause a whisper of Darker-than-Dark Magic to cling to the air around him.
As the spectral beast nosed this dark taint, it let out a seething hiss before, leaning forwards, the beast brushed its snout against the infant's brow.
As soon as it did so, the little boy stopped crying and looked up at the beast…a dragon – though one that was definitely unlike any other dragon in recorded history – before, to the dragon's apparent satisfaction, the little boy giggled as he spoke to the glowing creature.
"Mama?"
Hearing that word, and knowing the terrible, unnecessary sacrifice that had taken place in this very room, the dragon's heart shattered as it nosed the boy again before, extending a long, silvery tongue that shimmered in the low-burning light of the nursery – whether with the dragon's spit or because of the silver colouring, it wasn't clear, but it was beautiful – the dragon licked at the boy.
As the child giggled again, tickled mercilessly by the loving, licking tongue of the dragon, a soft, melodious female voice suddenly spoke through the ruins of the night around them.
'If that is what you wish, my child…I shall become…Mama…but now, we must go…you have many great tasks ahead of you and, unless we are quick, this chance and freedom shall be stolen from you.'
The boy didn't understand most of – if not any – those words, but he did hear and understand one thing about the dragon.
Reaching up with his tiny hands, the little boy, Harry James Potter, Last Scion of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, clasped the nostrils of the glowing dragon before, leaning up as best as his small body could manage, the boy mumbled against the beast's multicoloured scales.
"Mama…"
Before Harry could say anything else, however, the dragon flipped her head upwards before, parting her jaws, she gobbled Harry up like he was nothing more than a fish falling out of the air and into her mouth, swallowing heavily as she sent the laughing, giggling, clearly-unharmed, but also-weirdly-content little boy sliding down her gullet until he landed with a soft thump in the pit of her belly.
Seconds later, the dragon vanished with a bright, almighty burst of multicoloured magical energy, taking her little belly friend with her, leaving no trace that she had ever been there.
Save for the corpses, as well as the destroyed ruins of the nursery.
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"Merlin's beard!"
As soon as the face of Albus Dumbledore himself was recognised by the gawking, curious, awe-inspired and amazed magical populace, the crowds parted like the Red Sea, allowing the old man to move towards the ruins of the Potter House. As he reached the house, however, his eyes narrowed when he saw two things he hadn't expected to find at the house.
Namely Sirius Black, who seemed to be in a contest of who could be the more-upset with Rubeus Hagrid, who was blowing his nose loudly into a tablecloth-sized handkerchief and bawling like a baby. Sirius, meanwhile, had a look of fury etched onto his face, coupled with a dark, ominous promise of justice – or perhaps vengeance – even as he switched his glances between Hagrid and the house behind them.
When he saw Albus approaching the house, and the two clearly-distressed wizards, however, Sirius leapt to his feet before he charged straight at Dumbledore before, to the disbelief of many of the spectators, Sirius decked Dumbledore with a right hook worthy of Muhammed Ali and Mike Tyson put together.
"YOU!" Thundered Sirius, his voice edged by fire and fury as he roared, "LOOK AT WHAT YOU'VE DONE! LOOK AT WHAT YOUR WISDOM AND YOUR GREATER GOOD BULLSHIT HAS COST THE WORLD, ALBUS! IT'S BAD ENOUGH I NOW HAVE TO BURY MY TWO BEST FRIENDS, BUT…ON TOP OF THAT…HARRY…HARRY…ARGH!"
Sirius seemed to be at war with his own emotions.
At least, that was what Dumbledore assumed, as he watched Sirius vanish with a loud crack.
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It wouldn't be until three days after this that Albus Dumbledore mourned the rage-blinded emotions of Sirius Black when he heard of how there had been an explosion in Coventry, with Sirius being found at the centre of the rubble, laughing at dead Muggles, a completely-destroyed street and, apparently, the deceased remains – a finger – of one Peter Pettigrew.
When he heard that Sirius' madness had been brought on by his betrayal of the Potters, Albus didn't know what he was meant to say.
All he knew was sorrow.
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In the meantime, Albus looked to Hagrid as he asked, "What's wrong, Rubeus? What does Sirius mean about young Harry? Is he…did he also…is he too lost because of Lord Voldemort's evil?"
"We…we don't know, Professor," replied Hagrid, before he looked up at Dumbledore in fear, terror and pain as he bawled out his next words.
"I can't find 'im, sir! 'Arry Potter is missing!"
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What neither Hagrid nor Dumbledore knew, however, was that Harry James Potter might have been missing.
But if there was one thing he was not, it was in any way harmed or in danger.
SSD
'Yes, Harry-child…sleep…let Mama give you the strength to grow up big and strong…'
In an unknown part of the realm of Magic, in a point that could only be accessed by those trained in the arts of such things, a small figure of a boy curled up in the foetal position, actually resembling a foetus with how he was entombed in a cocoon of red, blue, yellow and green-coloured energy, while two umbilical cords – one as black as pitch and the other as white as snow – extended outwards from the boy's tummy button, much like it would have done when he was in his birth Mother's belly.
As he seemed content to sleep, safe in his very unusual sanctuary, surrounded by love, warmth and magic far beyond anything that any human could have conjured up, the infant's eyelids flickered while his small body also began glowing an eerie, enchanting shade of gold as the magic of his strange cocoon seemed to pass into his small body.
And, all the while, the infant slept on, while the female voice that soothed and consoled him, now reassured him of his safety;
'That's it…good boy…just rest…grow…learn…take in all you need and all you don't know you need…for soon…you will be ready to walk across the skin of this world and be what you were born to be…my little Sleeping Dragon Sorcerer…but, for now, rest Harry…Mama is here…she will protect you…my little Chosen One…my Prince of Hogwarts…'
As the words filled his small mind, Harry James Potter smiled before he shifted gently, only to be given more of the golden glow around him as his unseen Mama seemed to nurture and soothe him within his one-of-a-kind 'womb' of magical proportions.
To what end?
It would be ten long years – give or take a couple of months – before anyone found out the answer to that question…
Wow, talk about WEIRD and yet somewhat-cute and strange all at the same time: where on Earth did that weird-looking dragon come from and why did it…eat the now-orphaned Potter?
Also, what will happen in roughly ten years' time when the Sleeping Dragon is Tickled and brought back to his true world?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Ten years later – give or take a couple of months – the Lost Saviour returns with a BIG Bang, bringing change to Hogwarts, as well as people's opinions of himself, which are only made stranger when they see how changed their Saviour has become in his absence/self-induced exile;
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AN: Portrayals
Albus Dumbledore: Jude Law
The Dragon's Voice: Liv Tyler
