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Chapter 1
Aramis smirked from his perch in the tree. They would never find him; they had only come this far because of a mistake he had made. One, which would never come to happen again. Snapping his tail in annoyance he stared down at the blundering humans. He could easily kill them, and with pleasure he would do it, but then the mortals would send someone who could track him. Besides, he would rather not have the taste of human blood upon his tongue.
"I command you to reveal yourself, Aramis!" A voice rang though out the forest and cut deep into the heart of the black dragon. It was Porthos, why had he sides with them? Porthos had raised him, taught him what was good and what was bad! Should he no know what Aramis was actually capable of? It appeared at if alliances change as quickly as the weather did.
"I am not a possession to be commanded about as you see fit, Porthos!" Aramis snarled as he landed lightly on the ground. In front of him were five highly armored guards and on regally dressed young man. Porthos stepped forward but was cut off by a wall of flame, complements of Aramis.
"I have come to restrain you from you savage killings! What is wrong wit you?! Have you not been taught what is right and wrong? What did those people ever do to you? Aramis I was foolish to think I could raise a dragon to be good." Porthos said with a distressed voice and sad eyes downcast. Aramis laid his ears back and a thrum filled the air, but soon stopped.
"Aramis, I am sorry but it's either this or your death, and no matter what you did, I don't want you dead." Aramis cocked his head and was about to speak but suddenly he felt a changing in his body. Aramis found himself soon the size of the rest of the humans, he no longer felt as if he had the grace of his former self.
"What did you do?" were the only words that came from his mouth, and they were so depressing that Porthos for a moment regretted doing what he had just done.
"You are a human; you retain all your old abilities except for the fact the dragon is gone. The dragon can return but only after one thousand years, and upon that day they will have both forms." With that said Porthos along with all of the others left the dragon to contemplate his newly found fate. He looked up one last time to see his former friend's red head disappearing into the forest.
"I will have my revenge in this life or the next, it appears as if you not remember that dragons live forever and I will regain my form again." Aramis said in a low growl, then turned and walked in the other direction. He came up on a stream and looked down at himself in the still crystal waters. He was tall, he could tell he could top any of the King's guards, long silky black hair fell to his chin and his eyes were a Phire green. Muscles covered him and gave him the look of a human warrior.
Dumpledore frowned as a knock interrupted his musings on the new advances by Voldermort. He yelled for them to enter and what entered both confused him and intrigued him. Behind the head mistress was a man very closely resembling the Potter line. But that was impossible because all of the Potter's were dead except for Harry.
"How may I be of service to you, sir?" Dumpledore asked the man who stood looking around. Fawks let out a warning trill dragons and phoenix are not the best of allies. But how was Dumpledore to know that?
"I have come to learn of the whereabouts of my family. I believe they chose the surname Potter." The man gave Dumpledore a look that told him he was not to be messed with. The man before Dumpledore looked to be about 25 and with the tied back black hair and unusual green eyes he reminded Dumpledore of Sirius Black.
"I'm afraid that I cannot tell you unless you give me some proof that you are a Potter." Dumpledore didn't believe this man but he decided not to let the man know that. The man growled showing two very razor sharp canines. But what Dumpledore knew of Vampires, he knew that this man was not one. "I fear that the proof I can give you is not the kind you are looking for. Do you perhaps have a book written around a thousand years ago? I imagine that it would tell of a dragon being transformed to the small human, by a man named Porthos." The man said then stopped for a minute, "the dragon name would have been Aramis." Dumpledore frowned, he was very familiar with that story and in fact he had the book in his desk at the moment.
"Yes I am familiar with that story..." Dumpledore began but the man cut him off.
"Enough of this, I have not traveled this far for some old musing of a man not even half my age!" the man snarled, "Let me see the book!" Dumpledore frowned but brought out the book anyway and handed it over to the man. As he flipped though the book Dumpledore began to reach out tendrils to read this man mind. But the moment he was near it, a force pulled him in, so strong it was that he could not even fight back.
"Well now, you can have your proof." The man said and Dumpledore found himself experiencing everything that Aramis had, for this was Aramis.
About an hour later, Dumpledore found he had control of himself once again. All he could do, he found, was stare at the man sitting still reading from the book. All of a sudden he let out a laugh and showed Dumpledore the page.
"That fool actually though I killed that whole village, I was protecting it. No matter now, he is dead but his family lives on." Aramis said and closed the book, "Did you find your proof?" His green eyes tore into Dumbledore's soul.
"Yes, and I am sorry about your past, but I still don't see what this has to do with you family." Dumpledore said slowly.
"Any of my living relatives will begin to change and if they do not know about what they truly are it will bring mass confusion. Not something very pleasant." Aramis shook his head in pain; even now he could feel the dragon returning.
"I must tell you of the Potter line first. They have only had one child and it has always been a male. Now that leaves the only living member of the Potter line to be Harry. He's turning 17 tomorrow and going to finish his last year here. He's quiet small in stature. As of now he is living with his Aunt and Uncle in Surry. Here is the address." Dumpledore scribbled the address down and handed the slip of parchment to Aramis.
"I will have him returned here, to Hogwarts, on September 1st."
Chapter 1
Aramis smirked from his perch in the tree. They would never find him; they had only come this far because of a mistake he had made. One, which would never come to happen again. Snapping his tail in annoyance he stared down at the blundering humans. He could easily kill them, and with pleasure he would do it, but then the mortals would send someone who could track him. Besides, he would rather not have the taste of human blood upon his tongue.
"I command you to reveal yourself, Aramis!" A voice rang though out the forest and cut deep into the heart of the black dragon. It was Porthos, why had he sides with them? Porthos had raised him, taught him what was good and what was bad! Should he no know what Aramis was actually capable of? It appeared at if alliances change as quickly as the weather did.
"I am not a possession to be commanded about as you see fit, Porthos!" Aramis snarled as he landed lightly on the ground. In front of him were five highly armored guards and on regally dressed young man. Porthos stepped forward but was cut off by a wall of flame, complements of Aramis.
"I have come to restrain you from you savage killings! What is wrong wit you?! Have you not been taught what is right and wrong? What did those people ever do to you? Aramis I was foolish to think I could raise a dragon to be good." Porthos said with a distressed voice and sad eyes downcast. Aramis laid his ears back and a thrum filled the air, but soon stopped.
"Aramis, I am sorry but it's either this or your death, and no matter what you did, I don't want you dead." Aramis cocked his head and was about to speak but suddenly he felt a changing in his body. Aramis found himself soon the size of the rest of the humans, he no longer felt as if he had the grace of his former self.
"What did you do?" were the only words that came from his mouth, and they were so depressing that Porthos for a moment regretted doing what he had just done.
"You are a human; you retain all your old abilities except for the fact the dragon is gone. The dragon can return but only after one thousand years, and upon that day they will have both forms." With that said Porthos along with all of the others left the dragon to contemplate his newly found fate. He looked up one last time to see his former friend's red head disappearing into the forest.
"I will have my revenge in this life or the next, it appears as if you not remember that dragons live forever and I will regain my form again." Aramis said in a low growl, then turned and walked in the other direction. He came up on a stream and looked down at himself in the still crystal waters. He was tall, he could tell he could top any of the King's guards, long silky black hair fell to his chin and his eyes were a Phire green. Muscles covered him and gave him the look of a human warrior.
Dumpledore frowned as a knock interrupted his musings on the new advances by Voldermort. He yelled for them to enter and what entered both confused him and intrigued him. Behind the head mistress was a man very closely resembling the Potter line. But that was impossible because all of the Potter's were dead except for Harry.
"How may I be of service to you, sir?" Dumpledore asked the man who stood looking around. Fawks let out a warning trill dragons and phoenix are not the best of allies. But how was Dumpledore to know that?
"I have come to learn of the whereabouts of my family. I believe they chose the surname Potter." The man gave Dumpledore a look that told him he was not to be messed with. The man before Dumpledore looked to be about 25 and with the tied back black hair and unusual green eyes he reminded Dumpledore of Sirius Black.
"I'm afraid that I cannot tell you unless you give me some proof that you are a Potter." Dumpledore didn't believe this man but he decided not to let the man know that. The man growled showing two very razor sharp canines. But what Dumpledore knew of Vampires, he knew that this man was not one. "I fear that the proof I can give you is not the kind you are looking for. Do you perhaps have a book written around a thousand years ago? I imagine that it would tell of a dragon being transformed to the small human, by a man named Porthos." The man said then stopped for a minute, "the dragon name would have been Aramis." Dumpledore frowned, he was very familiar with that story and in fact he had the book in his desk at the moment.
"Yes I am familiar with that story..." Dumpledore began but the man cut him off.
"Enough of this, I have not traveled this far for some old musing of a man not even half my age!" the man snarled, "Let me see the book!" Dumpledore frowned but brought out the book anyway and handed it over to the man. As he flipped though the book Dumpledore began to reach out tendrils to read this man mind. But the moment he was near it, a force pulled him in, so strong it was that he could not even fight back.
"Well now, you can have your proof." The man said and Dumpledore found himself experiencing everything that Aramis had, for this was Aramis.
About an hour later, Dumpledore found he had control of himself once again. All he could do, he found, was stare at the man sitting still reading from the book. All of a sudden he let out a laugh and showed Dumpledore the page.
"That fool actually though I killed that whole village, I was protecting it. No matter now, he is dead but his family lives on." Aramis said and closed the book, "Did you find your proof?" His green eyes tore into Dumbledore's soul.
"Yes, and I am sorry about your past, but I still don't see what this has to do with you family." Dumpledore said slowly.
"Any of my living relatives will begin to change and if they do not know about what they truly are it will bring mass confusion. Not something very pleasant." Aramis shook his head in pain; even now he could feel the dragon returning.
"I must tell you of the Potter line first. They have only had one child and it has always been a male. Now that leaves the only living member of the Potter line to be Harry. He's turning 17 tomorrow and going to finish his last year here. He's quiet small in stature. As of now he is living with his Aunt and Uncle in Surry. Here is the address." Dumpledore scribbled the address down and handed the slip of parchment to Aramis.
"I will have him returned here, to Hogwarts, on September 1st."