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Draco Malfoy brushed past the Weasley girl nonchalantly, locked in his own thoughts.This summer had been a very interesting one. He sighed as he walked into the compartment that Crabbe and Goil had been saving for him. With a look, he sent the two goons from the tiny room, then sat down. He dropped his head into his hands. His mind was a million miles away, back on the day that his father had dropped a bomb.

-Flashback-
Draco approached his father's study hesitantly. He was not sure what he had done to deserve his father's attention this time, but it couldn't be good. The only times he was ever summoned to Lucius' private room were either when he had done something his father deamed wrong, or when it had something to do with the Death Eaters. He raised a hand to the door and noticed that it was trembling. He stopped for a moment to compose himself, then knocked on the heavy wooden door. It swung ponderously open and he heard his father's voice. "Come in, my son." Draco stepped into the room slowly, breathing in the scent of old books that always seemed to hover there.
"Yes, father?" Draco asked cautiously, schooling his voice and face to nutrality. His father gave him a brilliant smile.
"I have news, my son, good news. You have been chosen to join the Death Eaters! It is a wonderful honer, Draco. You were hand chosen by the Dark Lord himself!" Draco forced himself into his trademark smirk.
"Wonderful, father! When will the Marking Ceremony be conducted?" Draco asked with all the sincerity he could muster.
"Untill you reach the age of twenty, you cannot be marked. The amount of magic the mark entails would overload your system and kill you. Untill that day, you will be trained in all of the dark arts by our best teachers. Congratulations, my son. You have done your job well." Lucius reached across the desk he sat behind and clasped his only son's hand. When Lucius released Draco's hand, Draco strode confidantly out of the room. Once the young man had reached his own bedroom, however, he locked the door, cast scilenceing charms and, with a groan of remorse, sank onto his bed. Well, at least his father was proud. Prehaps the man would cease to beat him and his mother, though Draco doubted it. Draco hated his father and everything he represented; had since his sixth year at Hogwarts, when he had been allowed to watch what actually happened to the muggles and mudbloods that the Death Eaters cought. It did not matter WHAT these people were, no one deserved that kind of treatment. Their screams still haunted him in his dreams.
After hours spent considering his fate, Draco slept. In his dreams, something appeared to him. At first, it was only a kind of mist, swirling with metallic colors, silver, blue, red, green, gold. Slowly, the rainbow mist coalesed into five distinct shapes. They were dragons, dragons unlike any he had ever seen. These five, unlike the wild animals that existed in reality, had an intelligent gleam in their eyes. They seemed to watch him with bemusemed consideration. "Well met, youngling. We greet you." The voice seemed to come from the golden dragon, which stood in the center of the group. Draco directed his eyes at this dragon and was rewarded with what seemed to be a draconic smile
"Who... who are you?" Draco stammered. "What are you?" The dragons made a sound that sounded distinctly like laughter and looked at each other.
"Cousins, we have been to long away from our childeren, and their keepers. We must do better," the blue dragon said in a musical voice
"Do you truly not know us?" the golden dragon asked. Draco shook his head, negative. "We, youngling, are the dragon gods. I am Garrand, Dragon God of Light."
"I am Raila, Dragon God of Fire," said the red dragon, holding it's head up proudly
"Balonclay, Dragon God of Water," this came from the blue dragon. Her voice, (Draco had no idea how he could tell it was a female but,) her voice was almost maternal.
"My name is Gariel, Dragon God of Earth, youngling," the green dragon intoned.
"And I am Slylyn, Dragon God of Air," said the silver dragon. Draco looked about him wildly, then dropped to his knees. Before him were arrayed the most powerful beings he had ever heard of, the Dark Lord included. "Rise, dragon-child," Slylyn told him gently. "We have both a boon to grant and a favor to ask for you." Draco stood to his feet, trembling. Garrand took over.
"The favor to ask is this. Never side with the human who calls himself the Dark Lord. Do all you can to destroy him. If he were to win this little war he wages, he would end by destroying the entire wizzarding race. This would leave our children unprotected. This we cannot allow." Draco nodded.
"I can guarantee that I will do that for you, as soon as I find a way," the young man replied. Gariel picked up the story now.
"For now, pretend to side with him. There are things that you are going to be forced to do that will seem to be helping him, but they must be acomplished. Do not be afraid of the young woman who will be forced into your life through no choice of yours. She will be, if nothing else, a friend to you."
"And now," said Raila. "The boon we will grant you. You are a dragon child. We chose you from the day of your conception, to be ours. Now that you are a man, we will give you your birthright." With that, the dragon bent and breathed gently into Draco's face. The other dragons followed suit, with Garrand finishing. Draco looked at the dragons, confused again.
"Your gift is this, Draco, dragon-child. You can now assume your dragon form at will. Within your dragon form, you will retain your mind. You will be able to defend yourself from any enemy. With this, you also gain the gift of dragon senses, sight, hearing, feel, touch, taste, flight, and one day, with your soulmate, telepathy. There is also something else we must give you." Garrand lowered his massive head and a finely linked golden chain fell from it. Hanging on the chain was a small green enameled egg. "Take it, Draco," the golden dragon told him. Draco reached out his hand and grasped the shinning golden necklace. It shrunk, suddenly, and he slipped it around his neck. It fit like it had been made for him, which, of course, it had. "That is the other part of your birthright," Garrand continued. "That egg holds within it the power to make one person your equal in every way. It will make the one person you choose into a dragon child as well. There is a catch, however. The person you choose will be the only person you will ever be able to love for the rest of eternity. If you choose someone who is not worthy, or someone who you cannot convince to love you, you will never be able to move on past them. Choose wisely, our son. And do not think that you can avoid chooseing. Your dragonhood will give you a lifespan much, much longer than that of a human. It also will not allow you to be with more than one person for the rest of your life. I am sorry, this boon is a curse as much as it is a blessing, but it is the greatest gift we have to give you." The other four dragons began to fade back into colored mist. "Be safe, our young son. We will be watching over you. And beware our brother, your uncle Barrow. He will try to kill you through Tom Riddle!" With that, the dragons had all dissapreared. Draco awoke on his bed, telling himself it was a dream. It was to no avail. His right hand clutched the green egg that hung around his neck.