Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot and some items
Author's Note: I'm very happy to see that a lot of people liked the first chapter, so I'm going to continue it. It's a lot more popular as I thought it was. The dragon master: OK, I'll put you in it, but I'll need a last name for you. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. By the way, I've given up on betas, because every one that volunteers never emails back, so I'm not getting any of my stories beta-ed. Also, for those of you that haven't played it, I am spelling Dragoon right and I'm not trying to spell Dragon. :-P
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Harry Potter and the Dragoonian Magic
Chapter 2: The Red-Eye Dragoon
When Harry Potter's sight returned, he noticed that the Dragoon Stone had embedded itself in his chest. Instead of the dirt stained clothes he had on when he found the stone, he was wearing red armor that covered his entire body other than his head and his wings. 'Wait, wings?' Harry thought. Sure enough, fiery red wings had come with the transformation.
But it appeared that the transformation was not yet completed, because, out of nowhere, appeared a long pole made of fire. Before Harry could get nearer to it, it reshaped itself into a sword. The fiery sword's handle turned solid, and the blade was double-edged, but when he grasped the handle, the flames on the blade remained. It appeared that the flames served as big as a purpose as the actual blade.
The name of the sword flashed suddenly through his brain: Flamereaper, destroyer of evil. He tried to make the armor, wings, and the sword all disappear by concentrating on the way he looked before he picked up the stone. He had heard that was the way to change in and out of animagus forms, and he figured it would work with Dragoons. It worked. He changed back to normal and his Dragoon Stone floated into his pocket. There was one thing that remained, however. That thing was his sword. It had shrunk and the flames had disappeared. The blade was finely carved with runes written on it. He assumed the runes meant Flamereaper, destroyer of evil, but he couldn't be sure.
He rushed up to his room and searched around frantically for a piece of parchment and a quill before writing to Hermione.
Dear Hermione,
You'll never guess what happened to me just now. I had just finished weeding the garden for the Dursleys when I saw this red stone poking up out of the ground. I dug it out, replaced the dirt, and picked it up. Almost immediately, there was a blinding flash of red light, and when I could see again, the Dragoon Stone had embedded itself in my chest, I had ancient red armor on, and there were fiery wings that grew from my back. Then, out of thin air, a pole made of fire appeared before reshaping itself into a sword. The handle solidified but the flames on the blade stayed after I grabbed it. Then, I changed myself back, the sword stayed (runes were written on the blade) and I ran up here to write to you.
Does this mean I'm a 'Dragoon'? What is a dragoon supposed to be, anyway? Have you found any new information on them? Hope to see you soon.
Love,
Harry
He pulled out the stone and tablet, and, after putting the stone in one of the holes, it pointed back toward him. 'Figures. Don't know why I even tried that.' he thought. He put the tablet away and put the stone back in his pocket. He figured it might be helpful, if he ever figured out how to activate it. He attached Hermione's letter to Hedwig's leg and told her where to go. Just moments after Hedwig left Ron's owl, Pigwideon, flew in through the window. He untied the letter and read it.
Dear Harry,
You won't believe what's going on out here. Anyway, can you spend the rest of the summer? We'll be over around 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll explain more about what's going on then.
Your best friend,
Ron
Harry was very confused about what was going on at the Weasley house, the Burrow. He couldn't wait to see what was going on there. He rushed downstairs to ask if he could go over. The Dursleys reluctantly said yes, and Harry rushed back up to his room to write a letter back to Ron.
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Author's Note: So, how do you like it? R/R please.
Author's Note: I'm very happy to see that a lot of people liked the first chapter, so I'm going to continue it. It's a lot more popular as I thought it was. The dragon master: OK, I'll put you in it, but I'll need a last name for you. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. By the way, I've given up on betas, because every one that volunteers never emails back, so I'm not getting any of my stories beta-ed. Also, for those of you that haven't played it, I am spelling Dragoon right and I'm not trying to spell Dragon. :-P
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Harry Potter and the Dragoonian Magic
Chapter 2: The Red-Eye Dragoon
When Harry Potter's sight returned, he noticed that the Dragoon Stone had embedded itself in his chest. Instead of the dirt stained clothes he had on when he found the stone, he was wearing red armor that covered his entire body other than his head and his wings. 'Wait, wings?' Harry thought. Sure enough, fiery red wings had come with the transformation.
But it appeared that the transformation was not yet completed, because, out of nowhere, appeared a long pole made of fire. Before Harry could get nearer to it, it reshaped itself into a sword. The fiery sword's handle turned solid, and the blade was double-edged, but when he grasped the handle, the flames on the blade remained. It appeared that the flames served as big as a purpose as the actual blade.
The name of the sword flashed suddenly through his brain: Flamereaper, destroyer of evil. He tried to make the armor, wings, and the sword all disappear by concentrating on the way he looked before he picked up the stone. He had heard that was the way to change in and out of animagus forms, and he figured it would work with Dragoons. It worked. He changed back to normal and his Dragoon Stone floated into his pocket. There was one thing that remained, however. That thing was his sword. It had shrunk and the flames had disappeared. The blade was finely carved with runes written on it. He assumed the runes meant Flamereaper, destroyer of evil, but he couldn't be sure.
He rushed up to his room and searched around frantically for a piece of parchment and a quill before writing to Hermione.
Dear Hermione,
You'll never guess what happened to me just now. I had just finished weeding the garden for the Dursleys when I saw this red stone poking up out of the ground. I dug it out, replaced the dirt, and picked it up. Almost immediately, there was a blinding flash of red light, and when I could see again, the Dragoon Stone had embedded itself in my chest, I had ancient red armor on, and there were fiery wings that grew from my back. Then, out of thin air, a pole made of fire appeared before reshaping itself into a sword. The handle solidified but the flames on the blade stayed after I grabbed it. Then, I changed myself back, the sword stayed (runes were written on the blade) and I ran up here to write to you.
Does this mean I'm a 'Dragoon'? What is a dragoon supposed to be, anyway? Have you found any new information on them? Hope to see you soon.
Love,
Harry
He pulled out the stone and tablet, and, after putting the stone in one of the holes, it pointed back toward him. 'Figures. Don't know why I even tried that.' he thought. He put the tablet away and put the stone back in his pocket. He figured it might be helpful, if he ever figured out how to activate it. He attached Hermione's letter to Hedwig's leg and told her where to go. Just moments after Hedwig left Ron's owl, Pigwideon, flew in through the window. He untied the letter and read it.
Dear Harry,
You won't believe what's going on out here. Anyway, can you spend the rest of the summer? We'll be over around 9 o'clock tomorrow morning. I'll explain more about what's going on then.
Your best friend,
Ron
Harry was very confused about what was going on at the Weasley house, the Burrow. He couldn't wait to see what was going on there. He rushed downstairs to ask if he could go over. The Dursleys reluctantly said yes, and Harry rushed back up to his room to write a letter back to Ron.
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Author's Note: So, how do you like it? R/R please.