I Am 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: Based on my Forget-Me-Not Challenge: Lockhart's attempt to take credit for the Chamber worked, but not as expected. Instead, Harry Potter lost something that's replaced by a strange, new, but familiar face. One that calls itself Damian Drake!
Author's Note: So, while this story is inspired by my Forget-Me-Not challenge – details of which can be found in my forum – at the same time, it's a fun, if somewhat-twisted idea that can work, if given the chance.
Also, for those who might just recognise the name used in the summary, I confess, it is inspired by my formerly-failed idea where Harry had the same name, but the whole setup behind this story is so very different, so…enjoy.
Recommended Reads: The Rise of the Last Potter by HPfanfictioner66, Harry Potter and the Spiteful Sorting Hat by Evening Ego, Summer Camp by Harry50, Inevitable by Raging Smurf, Trickshot, Apex and Damaged Raven by JustBored21, The Best Laid Plans by Lowten, Embracing His True Self by DebsTheSlytherinSnapefan, The Young Lord by SlytherinDarkHarry, Broken Shackles by Black Infinity 1289 and The Forgotten Memory by NightRaven789
Key Pairing: Dark Harmony
Other Pairings: To be determined
Normal Speech
'Thoughts'
/Parseltongue/
Prologue: Tickling the Sleeping Dragon
"The adventure ends here, boys, but don't worry; the world will know of our story. How I was too late to save the girl. How you two lost your minds at the sight of her mangled body. So…you first, Mister Potter…say goodbye…to your memories…OBLIVIATE!"
A bright, all-consuming flash of white light flooded the ruins of the Chamber's entrance as Lockhart used what was left of Ron's broken wand to fire off what was, apparently, the one and only thing he was good at, his target being the Boy-Who-Lived himself.
When the white light faded, however, Lockhart's eyes widened when, instead of confusion, loss, pain or curiosity, the boy known as twelve-year-old Harry James Potter didn't even seem fazed by the Memory Charm. Instead, his eyes were closed, he was breathing slowly, deeply and with no such appearances that he'd even been hit by the spell in the first place.
At the same time, Lockhart's eyes widened in alarm when, apparently having decided it had finally reached its inevitable end, the remains of Ron's Spell-o-taped wand suddenly disintegrated into ashes, leaving Lockhart unarmed again. As for the original owner of said wand, he could only stare in a mixture of hope, disbelief, worry, dread and anger, all of which he directed more at Lockhart than Harry as he hissed icily in the direction of the fraud of a Professor.
"What…what did you…you do?"
"I made sure no-one could say anything," said Lockhart, a glint of greed-induced madness shining in his eyes as he crowed, "And, although this isn't meant to be what happens, it's of no consequence. The Boy-Who-Lived as my poor, unfortunate victim…oh, the money we'll make…and, naturally, poor Harry will have to offer a sizeable commission to his caring manager and guardian…it'll be just like that Muggle, the Snowman…yes…I can still use this…"
"Can you?"
Suddenly, even Ron looked shocked when, instead of confusion and a hint of losing himself, Harry's voice was cool, apathetic and almost-icy to the ear; when Ron looked to his best friend, his eyes widened, as did Lockhart's, when they both saw Harry smiling, looking like the Kneazle that ate the canary, before he looked to Lockhart with eyes greener than the AK in flames.
"And how will you do that, Professor? Especially when you're unarmed against me?"
"Oh, Harry…have you forgotten so quickly?" asked Lockhart, indicating Harry as he laughed, "I'm not defenceless; you poor boy, so confused…tell you what; why don't you give me your wand and…"
Suddenly, Lockhart's crowing tone was replaced by the sound of screaming, accompanied by a fierce-sounding clap of thunder, when what could only be described as lightning flew from Harry's free hand, striking Lockhart hard and fast. As Ron watched in abject disbelief, the force of the shock from Harry's lightning sent Lockhart flying through the air, where he landed hard against the wall, the back of his head smacking hard and fast against solid stone.
And, when lightning-fuelled fraud met solid stone and the softest part of his skull…well, it stood to reason there was only going to be one winner.
As Ron stared in horror, watching as Lockhart's caved-in skull started pooling blood across the floor of the Chamber, he turned back just in time to see Harry walking past him, his eyes cold and fierce, almost-snakelike-even – if not dragon-like – with the ferocity in his glare as he sneered at the downed blond.
"Nobody controls me!"
"H-H-H-Harry?"
Ron didn't know whether to flinch or just plain scream in alarm when those cold, hard eyes of his best mate turned on him, his expression now one of confusion and curiosity as he cocked his head to one side.
"Harry?" asked the boy, frowning in definite confusion as he asked, "I'm sorry, Ronald, but…who's Harry?"
"You!" insisted Ron, a part of him wondering how, if not why, his best mate was pretending to be someone or something different, especially when his sister was on the line. "Harry: how can you forget your own name? Especially since Lockhart's spell didn't work…and…and besides; why…why didn't you stop? You…you just killed him!"
"Self-defence," said Harry coolly, sniffing once as he turned his gaze back to the tunnel. "Not that he was much of a challenge…now, shall we get a move on? Your sister doesn't have much time left before she ends up nothing more than Basilisk food."
"Harry, what are you…"
"That is not my name!" growled Harry, earning a horrified look from Ronald, though the fact that sparks of lightning seemed to surround Harry's body as he snarled at the redhead might have had something to do with it.
Or maybe it was the coldness of his voice as he hissed, "I know you're a bit thick, Ronald, but needs must right now…not that you were much help there, but I digress…surely you're not so thick and naïve that you continue calling me by a name that isn't even my own? Or did Lockhart's farce of a spell hit you thanks to your broken wand, so you forgot my name?"
"No, I didn't…you're Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived!"
"Boy-Who-Lived?" asked the emerald-eyed scion, before he scoffed amusingly, "Maybe…not that I like that much either…but my name isn't Harry James Potter; I've never even heard of that guy."
"What do you mean?" asked Ronald, fumbling for a wand he probably should have remembered was a pile of dust now, as he demanded, "If you…if you're not Harry…who are you?"
"So, apparently, you are as thick as you look," drawled Not-Harry, before he scoffed as he shook his head.
"As I've told you time and time again, Ronald, my name is Damian Drake and, while I might not have much choice in being the Boy-Who-Lived, I do have the choice to be who I really am…which means, if you can't remember the truth of me, you're useless, so, while I go and save the silly little girl with a Lois Lane complex, why don't you clean up this other useless idiot's blood and wait here? This won't take long."
Then, while Ron was left floundering, wondering what, exactly, his best mate was thinking with saying he had such a silly name, the boy now known as Damian Drake took off into the tunnel, leaving the redhead alone with his thoughts.
Wow, talk about WEIRD, am I right?
Harry still looks like Harry, but now, he has powers he didn't before, an attitude he didn't before, a dislike and mistrust of Ronald he didn't before – about damn time, am I right? – and, curiously, he now claims to be called Damian Drake: what happened to our hero?
He still seems to be aware of where he is and what he's doing, so…could it be Lockhart's farce of a spell didn't work?
Or did it work a little too well?
Keep Reading to Find Out
Next Chapter: Ron is still left asking questions when Harry…err…Damian returns, rather quickly, with his spoils of war and more proof that, apparently, the boy they thought they knew is long gone…or so it seems, until they return to the scene of a crime's aftermath, and the side of a victim who seems to bring out a familiar, but unfamiliar, side of Damian Drake…
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