Son of the Sleeping Dragon

Disclaimer/Plot/Author's Note/Dedication: SEE FIRST CHAPTER

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Key Pairing: Eventual Harry/Fawkes/Basilisk

Other Pairings: To be determined

Normal Speech

'Thoughts'

'Mental Speech'

/Parseltongue/

Review Answers:

WhiteElfElder: Ask and ye shall receive, my friend;

Winged Seer Wolf: Pass, though a common fanon thing is to have the Basilisk as a female, so that's why I made that crazy decision;

A10riddick: No worries: also, how is it, sometimes, people seem to be able to post multiple reviews per chapter? I always thought it was one-per-chapter? Hmm…

'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…

Chapter 2: Tickle, Tickle

Peace.

'Yes, child…'

Safety.

'Good boy…take it all in…'

Love.

'You're doing so well, Harry…such a good, clever boy…'

Warmth.

'So clever…so strong…so handsome…'

Compassion.

'Soon…not yet, my beautiful boy…just rest…Mommy's here…'

Family.

'Not long now…'

Knowledge.

'That's right…let it all in, Harry…clever boy…soon, you'll be ready…'

Power.

'Too long…no…it's almost time…yes…are you ready, my little dragon?'

Understanding.

'Then…it's time, my precious…'

Preparation.

'Awaken…'

SSD

In an unknown part of the world, a pair of emerald-green eyes snapped open, accompanied by a strong, fond smile as the owner of the eyes and smile began to glow with raw, untapped, overwhelming magical force.

Force that could only come out in one way.

An almighty roar…

SSD

"Potter, Harry?"

Excitement was the order of the day for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, if only because of the name that had just been called out by Professor McGonagall.

At the same time, behind her, she could practically feel the eyes and expectations of her oldest of friends, and closest of allies – not to mention her boss – Albus Dumbledore welling up as he leaned forwards in his seat, as did many of the students who'd already been sorted or were sitting with their younger counterparts, watching and waiting with bated breath to see what was going to happen.

Of course, given the fact that Harry James Potter, Saviour of Magical Britain, Boy-Who-Lived and Vanquisher of Lord Voldemort had been mysteriously, if not curiously AWOL and MIA for nearly a full decade now, the anticipation and curiosities of the student body, as well as most of the staff present, was to be expected.

So, as she called out the name they'd all been waiting for, Minerva felt hope rise up inside of her, coupled with a sense of curiosity as she, like so many others in the hall, wondered what sort of person would be coming to Hogwarts, if not already here.

However, when the expectations, curiosities and wonder of the moment was suddenly broken by what could only be described as a loud, earth-shattering roar, which seemed to make the very walls, ceiling and floors of the school tremble in intimidating fear and awe, even Minerva had to ignore her hopes and curiosities, in favour of trying to identify the sound.

As many eyes scanned the Hall, and several heads even ducked down or looked up, as though they thought the owner of the roar was actually over their heads, those already seated in the hall suddenly looked surprised, if not curious when the roar died down, only to be replaced by a deep, guttural growling noise.

For several seconds, the noise filled the ears, minds and hearts of every person in the Great Hall before, to the curiosity of the students, as well as the staff and the Headmaster himself, the growl started to become short, sharp snarling noises, which seemed to resonate around the hall, each one accompanied by a ripple of magic that made the floating candles and even the enchanted ceiling glow that little bit brighter.

As the glow increased, the enchanted ceiling suddenly lit up in a scene that would have put the opening scene of a certain Disney movie to shame as a beautiful, beyond-memorable and definitely-not forgettable sunrise started to peek through the darkness currently shining down on the Hall.

The fact that the enchanted ceiling, which was supposed to resemble the sky outside – as was stated in Hogwarts: A History – had suddenly become this overwhelmingly-glorious sunny scene was cause for more curiosity, awe and wonder. At the same time, each and every single one of the students – both Sorted and Unsorted – and even the staff seated at the High Table – including the scowling Severus Snape, who wanted to say something bad about the name called by Minerva and how he had to be responsible for this, but his awe defeated his impotent hatred and grudge against the fallen – could only watch as the sun rose into the skies visible on the ceiling, revealing a huge horde of differently-shaped animals, as well as magical beasts and even shadows of people silhouetted against the glow.

As everyone looked on in amazement, those seated directly under the heart of the spectacle looked most-surprised, if not amazed of all when they saw four shapes forming at the heart of the ceiling's magnificent display.

A large, fierce-looking, golden-furred lion with a rich, regal-looking mane that was redder than the reddest rose and the most-potent blood.

A bronze-coloured eagle with blue highlights on some of its feathers, as well as its crown and even its talons.

A black-coloured badger with yellow stripes and a 'mask' around its eyes, as well as sharp claws and a stern air about it.

And, finally, a large, emerald-green-and-silver-scaled serpent, the sight of which had many averting their eyes as they recognised the breed of the snake as a Basilisk, which could kill with a single stare.

However, when none of the students suddenly dropped dead, all eyes went back to the ceiling, just in time to see the four great beasts part like the Red Sea where, one by one, much like the animals in the previously-mentioned Disney movie, they all bowed their heads as a fifth, pure-white beast seemed to fly straight towards the ceiling, like a 3D image that could have leapt out of the picture and attacked you.

This creature was a large, sleek, pure-white coloured dragon, which flew straight and true towards the edge of the scene before, to the shock of the students and the staff, the dragon opened its jaws wide and let out a fierce, earth-shattering roar, which was the cue for the great beast to fire off a plume of rainbow-like, multicoloured flames.

As surprising as that was, it was nothing compared to the fact that those flames did suddenly leap out of the ceiling and fly, straight and true, right down to the ground where, with a resounding crash, and a cloud of dust that, like the flames, seemed to be made up of every colour possible, the flames struck the ground of the Great Hall.

As the dust started to clear, however, those nearest the blast stared in abject surprise, if not wonder when, instead of a crater, something very unexpected rose up from within the blast.

A young boy, whom looked to be as tall and healthy-looking as most fourth, if not fifth years, with raven-black hair that seemed to fall to his shoulders in a sleek, regal manner. The young man – for no other word but man could describe him with his looks – also had black-and-white-coloured robes covering his body, each colour divided by what looked like tessellated shapes, namely the white taking the form of five-pointed stars drawn onto the black background of the robe's natural colour.

As the boy rose up from within the blast, he cocked his head to one side as he looked to the head of the hall before, giving the staff a warm, surprisingly-friendly smile, he spoke with a light-hearted voice. "Hi there; I think you just called out my name, Deputy Headmistress?"

Through the shock, the disbelief, the wonder and even the pure-bred alarm, if not awe that seemed to have overwhelmed the minds, hearts and souls of each and every member of the Great Hall, somewhere in the fog of wonderment, most of the students, as well as McGonagall, Dumbledore and their allies, did indeed remember the name they'd called out.

However, to look at this handsome-looking youth, who was dressed so unusually that he didn't even look like a normal student, and radiating an aura of magic that rivalled the ferocity and might of the roar they'd heard only moments earlier, it was pretty hard to imagine that this was that particular boy.

Even with the green eyes he bore, which might have been described as emerald, once upon a time, but now were so bright, vibrant and mystically-charged, they may as well have been neon or viridian-green, if not something more like fire-like apple-green in their colouring, it was almost impossible to imagine that this was…that it could have possibly been…

"POTTER!"

Every head turned to Severus Snape as he, at least, seemed willing to see the boy for who he was.

But not for a good reason.

"You arrogant brat! What did you think you were going to prove with that little stunt? I knew you would be just like your Father, you…mmmphh! Mmm? Mmph-mmmph-mmm-mmmmph!"

As everyone, including McGonagall, turned to see why Severus had suddenly gone very quiet, only able to mumble and muffle out his words, a collective gasp rose up when they all saw Snape's mouth, lips, jaws and even his tongue seemed to have been sealed shut, leaving him screaming through fused flesh as he glared at Harry.

As for the boy in question, he blinked once as he addressed the Head of Slytherin, "No wonder Mum doesn't like you, Snivellus. What someone as biased, pathetic and just-plain-mean as you is doing teaching kids, I don't know! But don't worry, Severus Snape…you won't be teaching much longer, least of all me…"

"I'm afraid…"

"Good."

To the shock of the students, Harry managed to cut off Dumbledore's argument with just one word, though when the boy turned those bright eyes of his on the Headmaster, he casually strolled up towards the Sorting Hat as he continued, "You should be afraid, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Not only have you usurped the responsibilities entrusted to you when you were put in charge of my Mum's care; you've also lied, blackmailed, abused your powers and left our home open to monsters, demons and, of course…him!"

When Harry pointed a finger at Snape, the Potions Master leapt out of his seat…

Seconds later, a very powerful roar – one so powerful that its shockwaves were actually visible as it unleashed its fury – sent the Head of Slytherin flying back into his seat, where the sides of his seat suddenly sprang to life, wrapping around Snape like a mummy being wrapped in its bandages.

Harry, however, just sniffed as he looked to the bound man, "Sorry, Severus; Mum won't let anyone harm me in my own home. She's very protective of me, you see; and I'm the same of her…which is why, before I take my seat with my new friends, brothers and sisters, I have one more teacher to talk to."

Now, even Snape watched as Harry walked towards him before, stepping past the Potions Master, Harry smiled with an air of coy, childish innocence as he folded his arms, his bright-green eyes locked onto a very-frightened-looking Professor Quirrell, who seemed to be going paler than ever as he stared deeply into Harry's eyes.

"Hello, Quirinus," said Harry, before he walked up to the table and, leaning over it, he seemed to drop his pretences as he whispered in a very chilling, if not warning tone.

"This is the part where you run away…"

While Quirrell looked surprised by this, Harry leaned back, clicking his tongue as he explained, "I don't know how you're even able to be in our home, Quirinus; in your…current condition…you shouldn't even be standing, much less sitting. I know Mum's not happy with that…and me?"

For a moment, Harry seemed to consider his response before, to the surprise of the pale man, he shrugged ruefully, "Meh…don't much care, really; I mean, I'm eleven…and a kid…I should be playing Quidditch, laughing with friends, making friends too…I shouldn't be the one responsible for a job that someone else could do. Preferably someone older, wiser and with as much power as they do…"

His eyes flicked to Dumbledore as he said this, before Harry shrugged again as he returned his attention to Quirrell, "So…you know; I don't know what jumped-up, desperate-as-sin, probably even drunk as a skunk so-called magic user and current resident of my Mum's sanctuary would actually think I'm going to just…you know…walk to my death and die at the hand of the other…but, again, since I'm in a kind mood, I think this is the part where you run away…"

"No…"

As a collective shiver of dread, fear and alarm filled the hall, Harry sniffed before, letting out a hum, as though he was actually displeased by the response, he shrugged again.

"Well…can't say I didn't give you a chance…Tom."

"WHAT?"

Before Dumbledore could finish, Harry snapped his fingers, the sound so loud, sharp and magically-empowered, that more than half the hall jumped in shock.

Though that shock was nothing compared to the shock, alarm and even awe and wonder felt by everyone in Hogwarts when a single, pure-white bolt of lightning suddenly flew from the enchanted ceiling and struck Quirrell dead in the chest. As the students screamed and the staff looked on in bewilderment, confusion, horror and disbelief, Harry watched with an almost-stony expression as Quirrell's body lit up with white magical energy, which crackled and sparked in the air around him.

At the same time, the Defence Professor – or ex-Professor, as he was now – let out a high-pitched scream of horror, pain and disbelieving outrage as his body was hit by the magical lightning, turning him into a white, fleshy display of raw magic that, to the disbelief of the students, suddenly caused Quirrell's body to spontaneously combust.

What had been lightning was now white fire, which lit up Hogwarts with its glow, the power and luminescence of the shine so bright that it even seemed to turn Harry's eyes white as he stared at the magical execution.

Seconds later, all that remained of Quirrell was a wisp of white, which exploded with an almost-comedic pop, before Harry took a step back and turned to the Great Hall.

Those nearest to him actually moved away, but, at the same time, one or two saw his eyes moisten before, closing said eyes, Harry bowed his head and kissed the tips of his fingers, before pressing his fingers to his heart as he kneeled down and touched the floor with said fingers.

"I'm sorry, Mum…I didn't want to soil our home with his evil…or the death of another…not so…so soon…"

A rolling growl suddenly filled the hall, making the students tremble while Harry actually smiled, cocking his head to one side as he whispered, "I will…I promise…thank you, Mother…"

"Harry!" gasped Dumbledore, watching as Harry rose up from the ground before, turning to the Headmaster, he cocked his head to one side again as the old man asked, "How…how did you…what did you just do? Where…what…how…"

"Who? Which? Why? Wherefore art thou?" drawled Harry, wiping tears from his eyes before he shook his head.

"Like I said, Albus Dumbledore…Mum is not happy with you…nor am I…but, right now, we need you…so you, unlike him, are safe…for now!"

As Dumbledore stared in disbelief and a small amount of fear, he was cut off from saying anything else when a soft clearing of the throat came from the spot just behind Harry.

"Erm, excuse me, young one…but aren't you long overdue your Sorting result?"

"I know, Uncle," said Harry, lifting the Sorting Hat from its stool before he smiled as he asked, "But you know where I want to go, right?"

For a moment, the Sorting Hat seemed to consider it before he chuckled softly, "Yes, dear one…I do…"

Turning to the students again, Harry held the hat aloft before, to the shock of the assembled students, as well as the staff, the hat made its choice;

"DRACO!"

As soon as the name was announced, many on a certain green-clad table looked to a certain blond, who seemed just as confused as the rest of them; at the same time, however, those who could still look at Harry saw his white-star-coated robes turn jet-black, save for an eerie, magical shade of mythic-blue, as well as a white dragon on his crest, which seemed to be flying straight out of the heart of a blue, five-pointed mystic pentagram.

"What?" asked Professor McGonagall.

"I…I don't believe it!" gasped Professor Flitwick.

"Is…is that even a…a real House?" asked Professor Sprout.

Dumbledore, meanwhile, was looking between Harry, the hat and the still-muffled Severus, as he too tried to understand what was happening.

However, the curiosities, questions and disbelief turned into abject awe, wonder and, again, disbelief, when the Sorting Hat spoke again;

"THE HOUSE OF DRACO, THE HOUSE OF THE SLEEPING DRAGON, IS THE RIGHTFUL HOUSE OF THE LORD OF HOGWARTS…CHOSEN HEIR AND CHAMPION OF THE FOUNDERS…GUARDIAN OF THE CITADEL…MASTER OF THE WARDS AND MAGICKS WITHIN AND WITHOUT…AND NOW…HE HAS NOW RETURNED! HAIL TO YOU, HARRISON JAMES POTTER, LORD GRYFFINDOR, LORD HUFFLEPUFF, LORD RAVENCLAW AND LORD SLYTHERIN! HOGWARTS, REJOICE! YOUR SON HAS COME HOME!"

While the hat might have suggested a rejoicing, however, the only thing that followed his statement was dead silence.

Save for Harry, who just hummed softly before he turned to Dumbledore with a cheeky, juvenile look about him as he tucked his hair back.

When he did so, however, even Albus was left speechless when, with that one movement, Harry also revealed something that none of them had seen when he'd first appeared.

And that was the fact that his sleek, black hair was concealing pointed, tapered ears, much like those of…of an Elf, while his voice still sounded like the eleven-year-old child he was as he addressed the Headmaster.

"So, not to sound rude or nothing, Albus Dumbledore, but…you're kind of sitting in my spot…"

Chapter 2 and, apart from the urge to suddenly shout Bazinga – kudos if you get why I used that reference – I also think it's safe to say Hogwarts is in for a rocky road ahead, no?

Still, now Harry has returned and, apparently, become the true Master of the Castle, what will this mean for others in the school, especially those who would want him as a friend and even those who, like Quirrellmort, were hoping to remain hidden in plain sight?

Keep Reading to Find Out

Next Chapter: Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts: word of advice, don't go causing trouble for him…whoops, too late, as a certain Potions Master is reminded, as is a certain someone who thinks he can just scuttle off to the sewers again: wrong-o! This is one dragon who will definitely enjoy the taste of vengeance…hmm…tastes like rat!

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AN: Plot

Also, before anyone makes accusations or asks if this is a simple, short, fix-it in a few chapters with crack-like elements sort of story: let me just say NO to that here and now.

This story does have a point to it; I'm just 'dusting off the cobwebs' in Hogwarts for starters; what follows…well, keep reading to find out;

AN2: Dragon

Also, if you want an image of the form of the White Dragon from Harry's robe and the one that 'spat him back out again' so he can be sorted into Hogwarts, go and look up Grandeeney from the anime Fairy Tail;

I know someone I know and love will argue that Acnologia is a better choice, but not the one I went with in this case;