Penndragonne

By Tashasaphi

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own the word Penndragonne. Coz I Spell it funny. So ner

Year 6 and all is not well at Hogwarts. After a devastating attack on the castle, the world is turned topsy turvy for the work-stressed Harry, and he finds a new light in a new companion…

WARNINGS: This chapter, nothing, but eventual HP/DM, LM/oc/oc, D/s, Tort, Questionable consent, OCs, Oocness… bglar. Everything, really.

A/N

Hello After an issue involving certain rules not being obeyed, Penndragonne is back. I have written up to chapter 16 so far, and will be uploading steadily but as quickly as I can.

Lets get this party restarted.

It was third week of October and the summer heat had finally dissipated, leaving the delicious, crisp chill of autumn in the air and the rich reds and golds and bronzes of a dying summer in the Hogwarts grounds. In the common room it was deliciously warm, with stoked up fires and more and more students wrapped in cardigans and jumpers as the days went by. Harry too had fallen into this trend, cladding himself with his newest weasley jumper, faded jeans and his beaten up Chudley Cannons T shirt Ron had gotten him as part of his birthday present this year. He had only had it for three months, but already it was faded. The little orange seekers that played an endless one on one game on the front were now a bland bleached terracotta, and the word 'SEEKER' that was emblazoned on the back looked a bit sad. Even the little golden snitches that darted around all over the place were a bit worse for wear. This was all because he had been wearing the t-shirt pretty much non stop since he got it. It was the only light coloured item of clothing he had, and he had spent the entire summer heatwave outside, mowing lawns, sweeping drives, and keeping as much as possible out of Dursley territory. The pay was measly, but the work overall had paid for all his Hogwarts needs this year, plus several treats for himself. Generally he didn't watch his money too carefully, since he had such a heap of it lurking in his vault at Gringotts, but he'd been reading through some pamphlets on the Auror course he was thinking of taking when he finished school, and nothing looked cheap. On top of that, this year he had extra courses he was interested in outside of class to make sure he would be the best qualified candidate for the job. He hadn't been able to visit Hermione or Ron this year because Ron was in Romania with Charlie, learning about Dragon Care. He hadn't divulged why he wanted to do this, but he was out of the country, anyway. Hermione had finally taken Victor up on his offer for a visit, and spent the first three weeks of the holidays in Bulgaria, and the next three weeks visiting family. It didn't particularly bother Harry. They all spoke by post almost daily, and it meant they had a lot more to talk about. Hedwig had been good company during that time… Harry's thoughts drew to a sharp stop and he inhaled sharply. A blast of prickly cold air hit him in the face and whistled across the common room.

'God damnit, Harry!' Seamus snapped from his arm chair, wrapped up in a blanket, looking thoroughly wretched. He'd picked up a pepper-up potion resistant strain of the common cold and was suffering terribly.

'Sorry!' Harry called back, quickly shutting and fastening to old thick glassed window. 'Just like the fresh air, is all.' Seamus grumbled something vulgar and snuggled into his blankets, making him look like a giant slug. The warm, almost stuffy air of the room got to Harry immediately. He sighed, getting up, and wandered out of the common room. Even the corridor was better than this. How could anyone bear it?

Hermione had a big decision on her hands. She had bought Harry this most wonderful book from Bulgaria on rare and legendary magical creatures for his birthday. She had spent days in Victor's library trying to find a translator Spell, which she cast on it for him. She had carted it back to England and given it to him the first day back at school. She had been so proud of her find, and Harry had loved it. She'd seen him flicking through it everyday, and doodling some creatures from it's pages onto paper whenever he got the chance. Harry, like her, had been raised as a normal person, and she had guessed him just right. He, like her, had an undying fascination with magical animals. Hermione had felt really good after giving it to him, seeing so immersed in reading it. He deserved it. However, just after the summer holidays had ended Voldemort had attacked the castle. The filthy bastard had openly tortured students trying to get to Harry. Even some of the Slytherins had suffered. Harry had felt awful about it, but they'd managed to drive Voldemort back, and he was laying dormant like a world war two shell, waiting for the chance to blow some unsuspecting property developer's face off. There were more plus points to the whole affair. The other death-eater related attacks had pretty much stopped. Hermione guessed this was because no self respecting human being, even a death eater, was going to crawl on their belly after a man who hurt many of their or their friends children for the sake of one boy. Pansy Parkinson was still in St mungos, suffering from burns. Malfoy was still having counselling, she'd heard. That was the one person she thought Voldemort never would have touched. However, she'd seen him, raised up in the air by the dark lord wand, struck again and again with cruciatus and various other terrible curses until the dark lord had ordered him to cut his own wrists. Hermione got the feeling that Malfoy hadn't even required imperius to do it. It had been a terrible day. Thankfully no one actually died. However, 40 students were injured, five of which were still in St Mungos, and three of which were now in specialist centres after going off their rockers. Malfoy was the only one who had required counselling, but everyone had noticed, though not commented on his diminished behaviour, slight jerkiness, drastic loss of weight and sickly pallour. He was still an undeniably good looking character, but he was a sad reminder of how low Voldemort had gone that day. Hermione sighed, flicking between the pages of her catologue. Part of Gryffindor Tower had been blown away by a curse, and pretty much the entire common room had been burnt out. That meant that the beautiful goatskin bound book she had hauled home was gone, along with a beautiful white owl who had been delivering Hermione a letter to that room at the time. Hermione felt awful. Hedwig's body had been found, pretty much intact, with the tattered, burnt letter still tied around her leg. Harry had coped pretty well, and they'd buried her in a grave out in the grounds, guarded with Spells to stop her from getting dug up by foxes or whatnot. Hermione had been thinking what to get Harry to replace the book ever since the incident. She didn't want to get him another owl- that would have been callous, and there wasn't another book like that one she could get easily, although she was writing to Viktor and he was looking for a new one for her. Now she was stuck. She had picked up a Wizards and Witches Gifts catalogue from Hogsmeade last week, but there wasn't anything really striking in here. She was now down to a choice between a beautiful quill- 'Made with real silver ornamentation and a genuine Griffon Feather!' and a folder that reminded him one daily if he had homework that was due the next day and if he had completed it or not. Harry was pretty good about doing his homework at the moment, since he wanted good grades in his exams, so the folder would probably have been a little useless, and he already had plenty of quills, but Hermione was stumped for anything else. He had cologne, he hated jewellery and getting him anything like what he had lost just seemed cruel. Hermione groaned. Why did boys have to be so complicated? Muttering, Hermione pulled on a jacket she'd got made for her in Bulgaria (a friendly gift from Viktor) and wandered down through the common room and out into the corridors. She had noted on her way through that Harry wasn't there- he was probably out for a walk again, and Ron was visiting Ginny in hospital today. Hermione shook her head a little and trudged on. Friday evenings were always a bit dull for her (she had heard that the Slytherins all snuck out to Hogsmeade for wild parties on Friday nights… though she wasn't jealous, of course…) but tonight seemed to be pretty bad. Frustrated by her lack of gift for Harry, and without her two best friends for company, she felt isolated. She wandered to a balcony that over looked the entrance hall and listened to the voices floating up.

'…I don't care what's going on, I'm here to collect him. You will go and fetch him immediately. He is already three minutes late!'

The slow drone of Vincent Crabbe wafted up. 'But I don't know where he is, sir. He hasn't been in the common room all evening-'

'Did I ask for you to speak?' came the unmistakably terse, snappy yipping of a Malfoy. 'Did I? No! Now, go and fetch Draco immediately, before I make you sorry you didn't move the first time!'

She heard the slap of Crabbe's feet running away, before Lucius Malfoy's glimmering silvered head came into view as he paced, dressed in black velvet, looking agitated. Of course, his features were somewhat blurry from here, but Hermione could sense his rage. The patter of feet below.

'He wasn't in the library, sir!' said the nasal squeak of Nuria Hamervich, one of Pansy's generally silent cronies. In her absence she had become rather vocal. Another shuddering stop of footsteps.

'I checked the kitchens, sir. Sometimes Draco goes there for a cup of cocoa. No sign of him.' That one was the regal tenor of Blaise Zabini. Hermione sat with him in Aincient Runes. He had the sexiest voice, and was pretty damn sexy all over really, but Hermione wasn't really attracted to him like that. He was a nice enough boy though, especially for a Slytherin. Lucius growled like an angered Jack Russell.

'Where else could he be?' He snarled. Blaise cleared his throat.

'I've sent Gregory to search the bathrooms. I saw Vincent on his way down to Common Room. I'll go and search the grounds by broomstick if you like. Nuria could go and search the quidditch locker rooms. He might have been practising and lost track of time.' Lucius snorted.

'I sincerely hope that is all this is,' he hissed 'because if it were anything more, and if you were helping him, I might have to get… annoyed.'

'I'll go and check those locker rooms,' Nuria hooted nervously, before her heels clicked away into nothingness. Blaise stayed a moment before going.

'If I may ask, sir,' he said softly, 'how is Lady Narcissa doing?' Lucius didn't reply for a while.

'She hasn't awoken yet, if that's what you are enquiring about, boy,' he said sharply. 'But she improves. Draco will come and visit her. She will improve further if we are both there.'

'I see. My best wishes to the lady, then,' Blaise turned away, his grey-brown hair glinting in the light of a candle. 'I will go and search the grounds. Good Evening, Mister Malfoy.'

'Good Evening, Blaise,' Lucius replied gently, before pacing again. Hermione turned away. Why was Draco hiding? It had been in the newspapers that there had been an unofficial, illegal raid on Malfoy manor by vigilantes. For one thing, it had turned up nothing. Secondly, the Malfoys had demanded to be compensated for damages etcetera, and had wheedled a ridiculous amount of money to prevent them from suing the Ministry for negligence, and thirdly Narcissa Malfoy had been struck by a curse and had fallen down a flight of stairs into one of the cellars. So, not only was she very ill from the curse, she had injuries and a concussion from the fall. Hermione couldn't help but feel sorry for Draco, and all the Malfoys for just the briefest moment. But the moment was brief, and then she remembered what a pig the brat was, and what a foul beast his father was. Just as she was seething away, imagining throwing heavy objects at Lucius Malfoy and squishing him like a bug, there was a tiny, croaky sneeze and clunk of something hitting wood. She turned sharply, gasping. Behind her was a closet where Filch kept a stash of cleaning products. It was usually locked tight shut, but today it was open. The broken padlock was discarded on the floor. It was pitch black inside. There was a miserable sounding quack, followed by a tiny breathy cough and a few wheezing breaths. Hermione looked around quickly. The corridor was deserted. It was cold out here, and the common rooms were warm. Why would anyone be here! Swallowing hard, and summoning her Gryffindor courage, Hermione eased open the door. Slowly she peered in. On seeing nothing, she flung the door open, catching it before it slammed against the wall and made too much noise. Breathing through her nose, eyes wide in uncertain fear, Hermione studied the closet. It was more of a cupboard really, with just a few brooms, cloths, some boxes of soap and a couple of buckets. There certainly wasn't room for a person in there. Sighing a little with relief, Hermione gently pushed the door to.

'Must have been a rat or something,' she muttered. She walked further along the corridor, heading towards the library when a very loud clatter erupted behind her. She yelped and turned on her heel, heart racing. A suit of armour had been knocked to the ground, and parts of it had splayed everywhere, a piece of plating still rolling around, rattling unnervingly.

'How the-' Hermione began, but didn't feel the need to finish. The helmet fell onto it's side, extracting an airy squeak from something. That something clambered very awkwardly out from under the rubble and collapsed sideways down the pile onto the stone with the slapping sound of a fish hitting the chopping board. It lay there, panting and wheezing for a moment, before slowly, shakily, easing itself onto it's tiny feet with a delicate click of its claws.

'I don't believe it…' Hermione managed, eyes lighting up. The creature hacked, the violent coughs shaking it's tiny frame, before turned around. It's wheezing could be heard easily above the faint echo of the falling armour. Hermione rushed forward and picked the little thing up.

'A penndragonne…' she whispered, amazed. She had seen the creature in the book she had bought Harry. Hagrid had also mentioned that they would be studying the little creatures for their advanced care of magical creatures project this year. She raised it up as its head lolled at bit and studied it. The little head, about the size a thimble, was delicately pointed, and there was a trace of tiny needle sharp teeth under the top lip. This lead to the long, slender neck and a body about the size of a mango. Attached to the body were four little legs, arranged so it could run on all fours with little grasping claws on slender toes. The tail was about twice as long as the body or neck and tapered to a point, clad in a tiny arrowhead tip. All of this was was clad in ethereally beautiful almost glittery silvered skin as soft a velvet, with a pair of grey-white feathery wings poking out from it's back. The feathers on this were a little curved. This one was still a baby. Hermione couldn't help but break out in a grin, but this faded when the little dragon's head fell forward against it's chest and she noticed the ridiculously shallow breathing.

'Oh dear!' she cooed, raising it up again, before holding it close to her, where it rested it's head miserably on her shoulder. 'You must have breathed in some dust!' She cast a quick Charm to clear its throat and within seconds it perked up. Then it froze. It looked at her with clear silvery eyes.

'Hello there,' she whispered. It gave a long, hard look, dripping with ice, before whipping out its head and sinking it's teeth deep into her nose.

'Iiiyaaaahhh!' she screeched releasing her grip on the creature. It dropped hard to floor and landed with an awkward spring before staggering away, tripping over itself, before falling flat on it's face, wheezing miserably. Hermione clapped her hands over her nose, blinking back tears of pain.

'Ow,' she whimpered, before cautiously approaching the prone creature. It was unconscious now, still wheezing awfully. It's skin, which should have been a rich silvery tone was almost white. Meekly, Hermione bent down and collected up the tiny animal in her arms, hugging it close to her. It's head fell back, it's body limp as it struggled for breath. Hermione bit her lip. It may have been a mean little thing, but it was sick, and she had to help it. Hurrying, but being careful not to jar the fragile little animal, she made her way back to the common room and prayed that someone would have a medical magic Spell book handy.

'Fancy a game of chess?'

'No thanks, Neville,' Harry said lazily, leaning on one hand and pouring over his Magical First Aid Volume Two. It was the reading material for one of his bonus short courses to help him with this qualifications. What good was an Auror who couldn't deal with an attacking magical beast, or heal himself up after said encounter? Harry yawned. The hot air was making him tired, but the corridors were lonely and icy cold. Even his jumper didn't repel the cold. Even a warming Spell didn't repel the cold. The portrait door banged open and someone rushed in, but Harry was too absorbed in his complex disinfections Spells to look up.

'Limpia Totalis…' he muttered, examining the diagrams carefully.

'Harry!' someone called next to him.

'I'm busy,' he grumbled. 'Limpia Totalis…'

'What have you got there, Hermione?' Dean called over to her.

'Nothing important,' she called back nervously, 'it's for Harry.' She poked him. 'I need your help.' Harry lazily looked up, but immediately snapped to attention when he was what she was holding.

'What the hell?' he blurted, clawing it out of her hand and laying it on the table. The silvery chest was rising and falling in erratic, desperate breathing. Harry stared goggle eyed at it, before turning his piercing gaze up to Hermione.

'Is this what I think it is?' he said slowly. Hermione nodded bashfully.

'I… found him,' she mused. Harry turned his gaze back to the ill creature.

'What's wrong with him?' he asked gently. The dragon's eyelids fluttered, but it didn't really stir. Hermione shook her head.

'I don't know,' she sighed. 'I thought he'd breathed in some dust and was choking, but I cast a chest clearing Spell, and it hardly helped.' Harry furrowed his brow.

'Well,' he said firmly, 'we've got to do something. He's probably one of Hagrid's lot.' Hermione shook her head again.

'They're not being delivered until Monday, in time for Tuesday's lesson. Besides, he hasn't got a brand, look.' Hermione rolled him over gently to show that both sides of his pale hind quarters were unblemished. Harry frowned.

'So… you caught him then? As in he's yours?' Hermione smiled weakly.

'I was thinking that I'd give him to you,' she suggested. 'Crookshanks would probably eat him.' Harry smiled a little, still shell shocked by the discovery. Their thoughts were broken by the creature screwing up its eyes and choking.

'Not now,' Harry affirmed, before lifting the tiny creature up to study it. He felt tenderly along its throat for a blockage. It feebly tried to bite him several times, muttering as best it could between wheezes. Harry laid it back down.

'It's airway is clear…' he mused. By now at least five more people had gathered.

'What then hell is that thing?' Asked Dean. Colin raised his camera but Dennis pulled it back down.

'It's not well,' he chided. Colin gave in.

'It's so weird,' Lavender hissed to Pavarti. 'I've never seen anything like it.'

'Can you guys just back off?' Hermione hissed. 'We're trying to think.' Harry was currently trying not to get bitten as he looked down the tiny creature's throat. He released it and the jaws eased shut, before the creature spluttered through its nose. It inhaled hard with a strong wheeze. At that instant Harry snatched it up and pressed his ear to its chest.

'So simple…' he said with a relieved sort of smile He collected up his wand and pointed it at the penndragonne's chest. 'Asmas Relivis.' A pinkish light struck it from the wand tip and spread out in the shape of the creature's lungs. With every breath the dragon took, it's wheezing abated, and it's struggling ceased. Soon it was breathing silently and deeply, and it flopped on it's back, exhausted. The wand light disappeared. There was a short silence.

'What was wrong with it?' Pavarti asked cautiously. Harry picked it up, watching the silvery eyes flicker open as it came back to consciousness.

'It was having an asthma attack,' he said cheerfully. 'But he's fine now.' The creature's eyes came back into focus, stared at Harry for a few moments before narrowing hatefully. The neck lashed out and the teeth fastened onto his nose. Harry's eyes watered.

'See? He's feeling better already…'

I don't speak Latin. The Spells are loosely based around my knowledge of Spanish ;

Limpia: Limpiar- to clean

Asmas: Asma- Asthma

Relivis: Relevar- to relieve

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