Disclaimer: I DO NOT own harry potter, anything that is recognized from the books by JKR or the movies is used with no profit to me and no intentional plagiarism. Anything that seems like something from another author's fanfiction is purely coincidental. Again, I am making no money off of this.
Disclaimer 2: This will contain SLASH, meaning male/male and female/female pairings, but not for sometime. If you don't like, don't read, it's as simple as that.
Chapter 2: The train ride to Hogwarts
Harry sat down on the bench in his usual compartment, Ron and Hermione right behind him. They stowed their trunks under the benches and relaxed slightly. Harry wordlessly closed the door. The uncomfortable silence stretched on.
Harry wasn't wearing anything to hide his new look, since he didn't know any spells or charms. And he was quite the sight to see. Emerald green wings to match his eyes-which were now slightly slitted and glowed-, silver scales on his hands, forearms, lower legs and feet. His wings each stretched about 2 feet, luckily they could fold up.
"Harry, mate, what happened to you?" Ron Weasley asked.
"Somewhere along the line, my family cross breed with dragons. I am now the prince of dragons, and have a, er, mate."
"Who's your mate Harry?" Hermione Granger asked, eyes shining.
"Dunno. Every new moon I will have the chance to find my mate. Tonight just happens to be the new moon."
"That's good, right? Everyone will be at the feast, so it should be easy mate." Said Ron.
"Unless they aren't at Hogwarts. They could be muggle, or be somewhere else in the world. I could spend my whole life looking for the only person I can now be happy with." Harry shot back.
"What's wrong mate?" Said Ron.
"Ron, before Harry kills you, stop calling him mate!" Said Hermione, exasperated.
"Why?"
"Because, you bloody dolt, you're not my mate!" Shouted Harry. Green eyes were on fire, wings fully stretched out, muscles tensed.
"Harry, breath. He didn't mean it. We're sorry, right Ron?"
"Yeah ma-... Er, yeah Harry. Sorry." Slowly, Harry's wings retracted and his eyes dimmed. Now he looked scared.
"I'm so sorry. I should go." Harry tore through the door and raced to the bathroom. He slammed the door shut. Breathing heavily, he looked in the mirror.
"What have I done? I look like a freak, I yelled at my friends, and I have to find a bloody mate!" Little did he know he wasn't alone in that bathroom.
Draco Malfoy entered the compartment, head held high.
"You're looking unusually happy, Draco." Said Blaise Zabini.
"Well, this is the year. Time for a mate to be at my beck and call."
"Are you gonna accept them no matter what?" Asked Blaise.
"Yeah. It could be a Weasley for all I care, as long as they are powerful enough. And devoted and desperate enough."
"Of course."
Just then Pansy Parkinson entered looking close to tears.
"Pansy, what's wrong?" Said Blaise.
"My, my, my m, m, mate is…" she trailed off.
"Who?" Cried Draco.
"Um...Luna Lovegood."
"Okay. What is she?"
"She is part unicorn. Should have guessed it."
"Well, that is worth it, so you should accept."
"Yeah"
"Also, if you hear anything about our mates to be, will you let us know?"
"Course." Pansy left the compartment, headed for the ravenclaw section.
"I'm gonna go to the restroom now, so, yeah." Said Draco as he headed out after Pansy.
