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Chapter Thirty-Three!
24th of November - short while before Harry's Task:
As Harry and Sara waited in the changing room for his turn to come, his girls had found seats in the front row of the stands and were talking quietly as they waited to watch the Champions face off against their dragons. Although they already knew that there were numerous wards around the arena and dragon handlers were on standby should the champions get in over their heads, this didn't change the fact that they were still frightened at what might happen, and especially worried for Harry.
Hermione gave a small wave as Minerva came up to the stands, beckoning her over to them.
"Hi Professor," she said, as the older woman approached, "is Harry doing alright?"
"He is, yes," Minerva replied, taking a seat beside her fellow Mates and Pets. "Harry's as ready as he can be, and he believes he has everything handled. He said he also has a secret weapon if anything does go wrong."
"That's good to know," Angelina sighed happily, before a concerned look crossed her face. "How much do you want to bet that Harry will be using that secret weapon today?"
"Knowing Harry's luck over the last few years, I don't want to make that bet," Hermione said worriedly, fearing that Angelina was right that Harry would need to use his dragon form, "All I want is for Harry to get past this task without attracting too much attention." She paused for a second, then added quickly, "well, more than he's planning to, that is."
"I know what you mean, dear," admitted Minerva, "but I'm sure everyone here knows that no matter how much he might try to avoid it, young Lord Potter somehow manages to attract trouble. Sadly, Miss Johnson might be right when she says that Harry might be using his secret weapon today. All we can do is hope…"
Just then, the mother-to-be was interrupted by a Sonorus-ed voice calling out, "Ludo Bagman, please come to the Judges' Table, the first dragon is being brought into the Stadium and the task will begin soon."
A couple of minutes later, six dragon handlers entered the Stadium, walking backwards and levitating a massive steel cage that contained a dragon. Short-necked and stocky, the magnificent silvery-blue dragon - "A Swedish Short-Snout," Hermione whispered excitedly to the others - was thrashing and struggling to break out of the cage, gnawing and battering the bars as if its life depended on it.
The handlers set the cage down and then, at a shouted command, sent simultaneous Stunners at the dragon. The spells splashed off its scaly hide as if they had had no effect, but the beast did calm down enough to stop trying to break out and instead just snarled angrily at the visibly tired wizards. Another handler entered the Stadium, this time levitating a large wooden crate ahead of him. He set it down beside a hole that one of the other handlers made in the centre of the arena, and removed the lid to reveal a dozen normal dragon eggs and one smaller golden one. Together the handlers quickly levitated the eggs into the hole, placing the golden one in the middle, and conjured up some branches and ferns to make a semblance of a nest before banishing the crate and turning their attention to the dragon.
By that time, even the limited effects of the Stunners had begun to wear off and the dragon was starting to become agitated again, clawing at the metal bars and snapping her jaws menacingly. Keeping their wands aimed at the dragon, the handlers slowly circled round the cage and headed towards the exit, then vanished the cage and dived for cover. The instant the cage disappeared the dragon whirled round and sent a gout of blue flames at where the handlers had been, only for the flames to dissipate harmlessly against the enchanted gates that had slammed shut as soon as the wizards had come through. Growling her disapproval, the dragon moved over to the nest and settled in over her eggs, turning in a careful circle before sitting down gently.
A minute later, Ludo Bagman's Sonorus-enhanced voice echoed out over the arena: "Mr. Diggory, if you please!"
The First Task had officially begun.
The Stadium erupted in cheers as Cedric Diggory emerged onto the dirt of the arena, the students enthusiastically welcoming the Hogwarts Champion. Even the Slytherins participated, if only to keep up appearances for the foreigners. Hermione and the others, however, remained silent - they didn't support him, and they didn't care what he did or what the dragon did to him. If Cedric had been nicer to Harry, then things might have been different. Harry might even have actually warned the Hufflepuff about what the task was, back when he first found out for himself. So far as the girls were concerned, Cedric Diggory was getting everything that was coming to him.
Down in the arena, as Diggory took a couple of tentative steps forwards, the dragon snarled and huffed out a small burst of cerulean flames towards the already-sweating Hufflepuff. It's tail swished slowly back and forth as it clawed the ground and fixed him with a baleful glare, clearly telling him not to come any closer. The badger had no choice, however, but to advance - the golden egg was in the middle of the nest, right underneath the mother dragon. He wasn't stupid, however - although Harry' girls might disagree - and so he did the only sensible thing. He hid behind one of the large rocks that littered the arena. After a few seconds of thinking, he pulled out his wand and tried to summon the egg, a tactic that the Vixens had suggested much earlier. It wasn't a bad idea in and of itself, especially considering the lack of logic that the wizarding world often showed, but - as Hermione and Minerva had thought - it didn't work. After all, if it were that easy, the Task wouldn't be at all 'fun', and the planners of the event would be quite humiliated.
Down below, Diggory made a disgruntled face as he realised the Summoning Charm hadn't worked. As the dragon snarled and spat a burst of flame at the rock he was crouched behind, he tried a different approach. With a series of incantations and flicks of his wand, he Transfigured several nearby stones and boulders into various animals in an attempt to distract the dragon. His plan worked - the dragon stopped spitting flames at his cover and instead focussed on immolating the decoys, which included a terrified wolf and a rather nervous honey badger - and he took advantage of it to lean out and hit the dragon in the eyes with a quick pair of well-placed Conjunctivitis Curses. Blinded and in pain, the dragon went into a rampage, writhing and stamping around, flames spewing from its jaws and its tail lashing wildly. Seizing his chance, Diggory cast a Flame-Freezing Charm on himself and charged out from behind the rock, sprinting towards the nest to seize the golden egg. A few minutes later, a burnt and shaking Diggory exited the Stadium, golden egg under his arm, as behind him over two dozen dragon handlers sent volleys of Stunners at the maddened dragon.
It took several minutes before the handlers had managed to subdue the dragon enough for it to be removed from the arena. After a quick clean-up of the remains of Diggory's diversions and the smashed eggs that the dragon, in her pain-induced rampage, had trampled on, the second dragon was brought in. A Common Welsh Green, it was smaller and more delicate than the Swedish Short-Snout, with scales a bright green in colour. As the dragon handlers were dealing with the dragon and its nest, Diggory emerged from the tent where Madam Pomfrey had been patching him up in, and made his way over to stand in front of the judges to be scored. After a little deliberation, the judges knocked off quite a few points for being hurt, hurting the dragon, and causing the destruction of so many of the eggs. They explained that while getting the egg was the primary objective, neither the dragon nor the eggs were to be harmed. In the end, he was given only twenty-three points out of a total of fifty.
Hermione and her fellow Pets and Mates clapped along with the rest of the students, but for a completely different reason. They were celebrating Diggory's humiliation, feeling that he deserved it for hurting the dragon and smashing her eggs. More than one of the group felt sorry for the dragon, and were thinking of ways to try to help it.
Once the downcast Diggory left the Stadium, Fleur Delacour was called out. Unlike Diggory, who had looked rather terrified, she had a calm look about her - as if she had known about the dragon beforehand. None of Harry's group were too surprised; after all, Harry had known about the dragons beforehand so the other Champions probably knew as well - it's not as if they were hidden that well anyway. It didn't matter either way, since they didn't care what happened to her. 'The Bitch', as they called her, was just as bad as Diggory. Delacour was constantly rude towards them and, more importantly, their Master. She made a point of calling him little - little? there was nothing little about him (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). Due to this, they felt she deserved whatever was coming to her.
Either way, Harry's girls had to admit that she was more than just a pretty face. The second she entered the arena she leapt behind a rock, snapping off a quick Accio as she did. Not even waiting to see if it worked, she immediately began transfiguring stones into dogs, which went scampering off around the Stadium with terrified barks. It might have been the difference in animals, or it might have been a difference in temperament, but the Welsh Green did not simply sit over her nest the way the Swedish Short-Snout did. Instead she leapt after the dogs, savaging each one with vicious swipes of her claws and snapping teeth.
Meanwhile, behind the rock, Fleur had transfigured about half-a-dozen sheep and Immobilised them. She then began to cast a series of unfamiliar spells on the unfortunate sheep before releasing them. Bleating in fear, they attempted to evade the dragon without success. Within a minute they had all been killed by the dragon - two had even been swallowed whole. Moments later, as the mother dragon approached the rock where Fleur was hiding, her massive scaly head began to sway from side to side and her eyelids drooped, before the beast toppled over onto her side fast asleep. Stepping primly out from behind the rock, Fleur dusted off her dress and stepped towards the nest to retrieve her egg, without even casting a second glance at the sleeping dragon.
That proved to be a mistake, as the dragon gave a sudden snorting snore, and a brief spurt of flames shot from it's nose - straight into Fleur, who screamed and frantically cast an Aguamenti over herself. It was a wet and half-naked Fleur who eventually retrieved her egg and made her humiliated way out of the Stadium, followed by catcalls and whoops from the male population, all of whom seemed to have conjured omnioculars out of thin air to focus on her bared skin. To make matters worse, she was unable to hold the egg and keep her robes fully covering her modesty, and her right breast was almost completely uncovered, as was most of her perfect rear and thighs. Nevertheless, she managed to keep her head high as she left, despite her intense, full-body, fiery blush.
As the handlers entered the ring to change the dragons, she entered Madam Pomfrey's tent and, a minute later, another Beauxbatons girl ran into the tent with a bundle of clothing for her, barely able to stifle her laughter. Eventually, fully dressed, dried, and healed, Fleur emerged to receive her score. She got forty-three points out of fifty for the task, losing points for getting burnt. She would have lost even more, Harry's girls felt, if Bagman and Crouch had not given her such high points - they felt she only got those ones for her impromptu show, regardless of whether it was intentional or not. One thing they did know for sure was that Harry was going to enjoy her flawless body a lot, when the time came.
The next dragon was a Chinese Fireball, a scarlet and smooth scaled dragon with a fringe of golden spikes around its snub-snouted face and extremely protuberant eyes. The Champion facing this dragon was Viktor Krum, who the girls weren't too bothered about since while he was cold towards Harry, he mostly left him alone.
Krum's display was the most interesting and impressive that the group had seen so far. He entered the Stadium with a calm and focussed look on his face, his wand already out and twitching in his grip. It was obvious from the purposeful glance he gave the arena that he had a plan in place already.
The gates had barely closed behind him then he went on the attack, sending a flurry of unfamiliar Russian spells that slowly covered the dragon's body with a coat of ice. It took several minutes of non-stop spell-casting while demonstrating considerable athleticism by dodging all the dragon's attacks, but eventually the dragon stood frozen in a block of ice, unable even to breathe fire. Despite not being harmed at all, once he got his egg he was forcibly dragged into the medical tent by Madam Pomfrey for a check-up before he could get his score. In the end he got forty points out of fifty, almost unanimously losing points (only Karkaroff giving him a full score) for causing the dragon to smash several eggs.
Had Harry's girls been watching the scoring, they would have had further proof that Fleur's score was influenced by her show of skin, but they weren't. Instead, they were looking at the dragon that had came out.
It was the most monstrous dragon that they seen yet. A vast Hungarian Horntail, its ridged scales were a deep glossy black, vengeful yellow eyes glared out from under viciously sharp bronze horns, and similarly coloured spikes ran down its back to the tip of its tail, that swiped back and forth menacingly, leaving deep furrows in the dirt. By the looks of things, the dragon wanted nothing more than to eat whoever came near her and her eggs, in the most painful way possible.
Katie broke the shocked silence by voicing the question on all their minds: "Bloody hell, Harry is going to face that!? What are they thinking?"
It was a testament to how worried Hermione was that she didn't say anything about Katie's language. Dragons were bad enough, but this was ridiculous. This dragon looked far more dangerous and deadly than all the other three combined, for heaven's sake!
"Looks like Harry'll be using his secret weapon after all," Angeline said grimly, gripping Alicia's hand tightly.
As much as the others would have liked to disagree, they couldn't. All they could do right now was hope for the best, and pray that Harry could get the egg without too much trouble or injuries.
It wasn't long before Harry entered the Stadium, provoking whispers and shocked gasps - he was riding on Sara's back. Hermione and the other girls smiled as the stands buzzed with confused chatter and everyone around them wondered what the Boy-Who-Lived was doing on a centaur's back, of all things. That was exactly what Harry had wanted. If he was going to be forced to take part in this tournament, then he was going to take part, to win it, and along the way, he'd turn heads and make damn sure he gained respect and recognition. What better way to turn heads than this?
His girls watched as Harry slowly made his way towards the centre of the arena, ducking behind the boulders, Sara having exited the Stadium. He was trying his best to make sure that the dragon didn't notice him; he knew it wasn't anything interesting to see, but then again it wasn't meant to be. Plan A was to get the egg without being noticed - and preferably without doing magic either, since casting spells was a sure-fire way to attract the dragon's attention. The plan seemed to be working too, as he was about half way across the Stadium and the dragon seemed not having any inkling that he was there.
"So far, so good," he muttered under his breath, as he peeked round the corner of the rock he was hiding behind. At that moment, however, the dragon raised her head, sniffing the air loudly. In dread, the audience saw the dragon's eyes widen before she let out a screeching roar, rearing up off her nest.
"Well," Bagman called out, "it looks like the dragon has picked up Mr .Potter's scent! I wonder what Mr. Potter has planned for this?"
Harry's girls were panicking a little - they'd planned for this, of course, a few spells to distract the dragon and lead it away from him, but Harry wasn't moving.
"Why isn't young Mr. Potter doing anything?" Bagman boomed, unwittingly voicing their own worries. "Is he too frightened to do anything? Do you need the Dragon Handlers' help, Mr. Potter?"
Down below Harry shook his head and raised his wand. The audience held their breath, waiting to see what Harry had planned - but they'd never know, as to the shock to everyone in the Stadium, the dragon roared once more before her body begun to glow and started transforming. Before their eyes, the body of the massive black-scaled dragon became more slender and human-looking, hips swelling and a pair of breasts bigger than anyone had seen before thrusting out from her chest. Upon seeing the giant, very naked, very curvaceous, very feminine dragon, one thought was shared by everyone in the Stadium, including Harry: 'Oooh Fuck!'
As the light began to fade and the transformation was complete, the stadium erupted in screams of surprise and fear. There was a mad scramble away from the lower seats of the stands, but no-one actually left the stadium. It was like watching a train-wreck - they couldn't take their eyes off it. The omnioculars were out in force again, ostensibly to record the epic battle between the Boy-Who-Lived and the unbelievably transformed dragon, though no-one would admit that they had…baser reasons for wanting to record a giant sexy dragon-woman.
However, there was one person - a fourth year girl - whose shock was for a different reason altogether. It wasn't out of the sheer impossibility of seeing a dragon shape-shift, but out of utter surprise at seeing a Drakonid in this world. She and her family had been raised with the knowledge of the Drakonids, being duty bond to serve them despite believing that they were almost extinct or in hiding. Now here at Hogwarts was a Drakonid, disguising herself as a everyday dragon with eggs, which meant that the eggs also were Drakonids. She knew that she would have to inform her father about this, to confirm the existence of the Drakonids so that her people could prepare themselves and work out what to do next. The question on her mind right now, however, was why did this Drakonid reveal herself now? It didn't make any sense at all.
Her question was answered seconds later, leading to even more questions as with rising shock she watched Harry tap his wand on his head and mutter a few unrecognisable words before he too began to transform.
Unlike the times he'd transformed in the past, when he'd used his hybrid dragon form to fuck the Vixens, he now took on his full Drakonid form. This form was over twice as big as the other, a towering twenty-five feet tall - about three feet taller than the mothering Drakonid in front of him. The iron-hard scales that covered his body were a glossy dark grey, with a dark-greenish tinge on his chest and trails of gold snaking up from his collarbone and around his neck. Foot-long spikes thrust out from his back, running down his spine, the longest spikes being on the tip of his tail and his shoulders. Venom dripped from his tail spikes, a potent non-lethal toxin that oozed from pores at the base of the spikes. His face remained human-looking, though scaled and with a slightly protruding muzzle. Massive wings sprouted from his shoulderblades, stretching out and unfurling with a menacing crackle. At full spread they reached from one side of the arena to the other, the leading edges wickedly sharp and serrated. As the transformation finished he rolled his shoulders and flexed his arms and fingers, opening his jaws wide and showing off rows of razor-sharp fangs and a long forked tongue.
'Bloody hell, it can't be,'the girl thought in shock as she saw Harry's finished transformation,'he's a Black Drakonid, the King and greatest of the Drakonids, my father needs to learn of this as soon as possible...' For a second she considered leaving then and there to owl her father, but decided against it; she had to see exactly what would happen, to make sure that Harry really was a Black Drakonid or faking it, even though she knew there was no spell in existence that could duplicate what he'd done.
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Harry couldn't believe his bloody luck, of all the dragons that he had to face it had to be a Drakonid. This threw his plans for the task right out of the window now; if he wanted to win, he would have to transform into his own Drakonid form - nothing else would suffice. He'd have preferred to keep it secret, an ace-in-the-hoe to be used against Voldemort in the end, but he had no choice now. Pretending to cast a spell, he tapped his wand to his head and muttered a few gibberish words before transforming.
"I don't know what you're playing at, transforming into our King, the Black Drakonid," the female Drakonid roared angrily as he completed the transformation, "but your pretence won't get you near my eggs."
"My dear, honourable Drakonid, I have no desire to harm nor even touch your eggs," Harry said in a soothing tone, trying not to anger the Drakonid more than she already was, "all I want is the fake golden egg that was put with the others."
"I know of the egg that you speak of, False Drakonid," the mothering Drakonid spat, "and I was chosen to guard it. It is now my treasure, and you'll not get it from me. So be gone, False Drakonid, unless you want to fight."
"This isn't what I wanted," Harry sighed reluctantly, "but have it your way. I try to make this quick." He had hoped that he could talk his way to getting the egg, but seeing how the mothering Drakonid wasn't going to give it to him, he once again had no choice. That being said, there was no point in letting the mother Drakonid prepare, or worse attack him, and so he charged. Folding his wings, he sprinted flat-out towards the nest, hoping his speed would be greater than the female's so he could snag the egg before she could react. However, in the words of the immortal Sun Tzu, no plan survives contact with the enemy.
As Harry ducked under the mothering Drakonid to reach for the egg, she caught him by the arm and twisted her body, first smacking him into the ground and then hurling him across the Stadium into the wall. He moaned in pain as he pushed himself upright, a little taken-aback at her ferocity and strength. As he rose to his feet, his eyes widened in shock as a torrent of white-hot flames came right at him, melting the ground as they came. With only a split second to act in, and without knowing what kind of wards there were around the Stadium, Harry took the only option open to him that wouldn't end in all the people in the stands becoming so much bacon: he flared his wings and blocked the flames with his own body.
The mother dragon maintained the flow of flames as long as she could, finally closing her jaws with a triumphant snap after a full minute. Confident in the belief that no-one and nothing could withstand the full force of her flames, she turned her back to what she knew would be the charred body of the pretender. The enraged roar that struck her eardrums like a thunderclap shocked her to the point that she tripped over her own limbs in her haste to turn round. Wreathed in smoke, Harry stepped slowly and menacingly over the cooling ground, clawed hands clenching convulsively. The flames had hurt, worse than anything he'd ever felt before.
"You'll pay for that you fucking bitch!" he snarled furiously, fixing her with an enraged glare. A tremor of fear thrilled through the female Drakonid's body; danger and rage poured off Harry in waves and for a moment she almost bent her knees and bared her neck in submission. With a snarl of effort she fought off the feeling - she was a real Drakonid and wouldn't submit to a fake like this!
"Don't talk to me like that, Fake Drakonid," she retorted, readying her own claws, "I will rip you to shreds for daring to besmirch the great Drakonid name!" Flaring her own wings, she thrust down mightily and leapt into the sky, aiming to strike him from the air; even if he had mimicked a Black Drakonid's body, no way would he be able to fly, let alone breathe fire himself - or so she believed. To her ever-increasing shock, Harry proved that he most definitely could fly, muscles bulging as he leapt high into the sky after her, evading her lashing tail with ease.
The pair of them flew higher and higher, circling round each other in a slow and elegant aerial dance of death. Two pairs of slitted eyes flicked back and forth, trying to find an opening in the other's posture. Here the mother Drakonid's experience came to the fore - despite his memories and instinctual knowledge, Harry had never actually fought another Drakonid, and it showed. Lightning-fast claws slashed in under his arm, scoring long but shallow cuts along his ribs as the female dived round him, soaring away before he could react.
Enraged, Harry lashed out with his tail, sending a hail of tiny venom-coated spikes arcing through the air towards her. With almost mocking ease the female Drakonid twisted and soared high out of the spikes' trajectory, baring her fangs at Harry before she retaliated with her own attack.
"Ég Villám Haragját!" she screamed, raising her hands high over her head as the sky tore apart, spewing forth flaming meteors that rained down towards Harry. Had it not been for his Shadow powers, Harry would most likely have been overwhelmed by her attack; as it was, he escaped unscathed, having momentarily opened over a dozen portals to transport the larger meteors elsewhere. Below, in the stands, Dumbledore had raised a massive golden shield to deflect the rest.
Snarling in redoubled fury when she saw Harry emerge from the smoky trails unharmed, she turned and worked her wings mightily, rising rapidly high above him before twisting sharply and diving straight down. Unable to dodge in time, Harry attempted to angle his spikes so that she'd impale herself on them; unfortunately, all that did was open him to her attack. As she shot past him she lashed out with her own tail, scoring several deep and bloody grooves down his back. As Harry hissed in pain, twisting round to face her, she flared her wings out, halting her descent sharply, then pushed hard, sending herself back up and sinking her teeth into his underarm as she rose past him. With an agonised roar Harry scrabbled for her neck, managing to get a hold on one of her spikes with his other hand. As his muscles bunched in preparation for throwing her to the ground, she slammed her clawed foot into his now-exposed stomach, forcing him to release her and hurl himself backwards, out of her reach. Taking advantage of this, she turned and flew higher.
Quickly pulling himself together Harry chased after her - no way was he going to lose this fight! The strange thing was, despite the pain of his wounds and his anger at her defiance, he was getting quite aroused by this. It seemed that the Drakonid side of him took pleasure in the vicious fight; and it definitely liked this female Drakonid. She was strong, fast, able to hold her own against him, and by the number of eggs she had she was a good breeder. All in all, she was a perfect Mate - or at least a superb Pet. Harry shook his head at the thought, trying to push it out of his mind, but there was no denying it - he really liked the idea. After all, he was a Drakonid - a Black Drakonid at that - and it would be hard if not impossible to find another potential mate, given how the others were dead or in hiding.
"Noble mother Drakonid," Harry called out to her, going by his Drakonid instincts, which were pushing him to initiate a mating ritual, "Hear my words! I offer you this but once. Become my Mate and I'll bind my strength to yours, deny me and my fire will crush yours." For a moment the female Drakonid was silent, trying to process the fact that he'd just dared - him! A fake! - to initiate the traditional Drakonid mating ritual, and using the form for a superior male to a subordinate female even!
"How dare you?!" the Horntail Drakonid roared in anger, flames spurting from her nostrils in rage."How dare you even think that I would submit to you? You are nothing but a fake, an insignificant copy of the true Drakonids! I would never allow one such as you to become my Mate." Deep within her, though, a pretty large part of her wasn't against the idea - if, of course, he hadn't been a fake. If he had been real, she would have definitely considered smashing her old eggs and mating with him. He was clearly powerful - though of course not even close to being as powerful as her - but even as a fake he was more powerful than her last Mate. In a way, it was a pity; their offspring would have been extremely powerful Drakonids, and might even have been able to restore the Drakonid race.
It didn't matter. She'd let this charade drag on far too long, and it was time to put this fake in his place. Once again she thrust down mightily with her wings, soaring high above him and twisting round to dive on him again. As she shot down, the wind howling through her spikes, she began to gather all her magic together to destroy him once and for all. Fear shot through her as she felt a pair of insanely strong hands grip her tail, breaking her concentration, and use the tail to hurl her across the stadium and into the ground, her back cracking painfully against a boulder.
From there the balance of the fight changed as Harry began to listen to his Drakonid instincts, quickly taking control of the fight. Now he was fully exploiting his claws, tail, wings and fire as a Drakonid would, leaving behind the mindset of a human. It didn't take long for him to drive the female Drakonid onto the defensive, forcing her to focus her energy on dodging or blocking his attacks instead of countering or retaliating.
The mother Drakonid was shocked at how fast things had changed; suddenly the fake was attacking like a true Drakonid, displaying strength and skills that she didn't believe possible. Worse, it was even winning - she had her work cut out for her to just defend herself, not even having the time to fight back. She snarled angrily as she narrowly avoided another vicious claw swipe only to be slammed in the side by the fake's knee, realising with a sense of horror that she was becoming aroused by him; his strength seemed to be growing, an aura of pure power growing and pressing down on her. If he hadn't been a fake…oh, if only - she cut herself off there, biting down on her tongue to distract herself from her thoughts. He was a fake, he deserved to die - and it didn't matter that he was turning her on or that he would make a brilliant mate...no, she had to focus! In desperation she once again tried her most effective attack, the sky-dive, only to be caught, for the second time, and hurled aside - straight through a Shadow Portal.
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Shadow Realm:
The Horntail Drakonid found herself in a Shadow Realm, she knew of such places, as she was warned about Shadow Wolves that may attack by using shadows. She was warned about the Shadow Realm, as the Shadow Wolves were at the most powerful there, and time was much slower there than in the real world - so it would seem that only minutes in the real world, but hours or days in the Shadow Realm. But she never heard of a Drakonid, even a fake one, being able to use Shadows, nor able to enter the Realm, and so it was no surprise she was worried about what was going on.
Upon seeing the fake Black Drakonid, she sneered out in fear, "What is going on here Fake Drakonid? How are we in the Shadow Realm?"
That was her final mistake, in the real world Harry was controlling his Drakonid instincts as well as he could so that he wouldn't show too much of his true self. But here where no one can see him, and had time to 'train' this bitch, he had no problem letting go. And so the moment that the Horntail Drakonid asked him this, the shadows around him formed into tentacles, that went after the female Drakonid. Although the naked dragon hybrid tried to escape these tentacles, it was no use, as seeing they were in the Shadow Realm, the tentacles were everywhere, and so it only took a few minutes before she was captured by them.
With the female Drakonid caught, Harry flew towards her, and sneered back to her, with a hint of lust in his voice, "Listen here Drakonid, I'm no fake, I'm the real deal. I don't know how exactly I became one, but somewhere down in my history, I'm related to a Drakonid and my heritage has awakened recently."
The Horntail Drakonid pailed as she heard this, she had heard of many male Drakonids that took human female as their play things, or have one night flings. And sometimes these females bare children, but none had able to transform into a Drakonid - although there were rumours that one or two were able to do so, but no prove. But here was what seemed to be one of the Drakonid descendants, who gained the ability to transform into a Drakonid, and not using a spell to look like one.
Realizing her mistake, and the fear as to what would happen next, she bowed her head and in fear and respect, she said, "Forgive me, I didn't realize that you were a real Drakonid, and not a Wizard who used a spell to fake being a Drakonid. Please let me go, and I'll give you the Golden Egg you ask for."
But it was too late for her, Harry's Drakonid instincts were fully flared up now, and right now he wanted to make this female Horntail Drakonid pay. She was perfect, she was strong and powerful, something that any male Drakonid would want as a Mate. Or would have if she hadn't attacked him like she did, now Harry's Drakonid instincts wanted to pay and the best way to make a honourable Drakonid pay for attacking a male Drakonid for no reason was to make her into nothing more than a Pet.
So have the shadow tentacles moved to the Horntail Drakonid's wrists and ankles, where they pulled her apart until she was in a X shape. Realizing what was going on the Horntail Drakonid begged fearfully, "Please, please don't do this, I'm sorry -"
Before she could say any more, Harry interrupted her by saying, "You should have thought of that before attacking me, now you're going to pay."
Harry then manipulate the shadows to go around the dragon hybrid's breasts and squished and turned them, as this was doing this, the Horntail Drakonid screamed out, "Pl -Please stop this, I have a Mate already."
"You should have thought of that before you decided to attack me." Harry said as he allowed himself to merge with his Drakonid instincts, he decided if he was facing a real Drakonid, he would have to. He didn't take in account how his instincts would affect him, but at the moment he couldn't fight off what he was doing with the Horntail Drakonid.
The female Drakonid couldn't do anything as the tentacles squished, turned and rubbed the Horntail Drakonid breasts. As this was happening, she felt the tentacles split open against her nipples to expel a group of smaller tentacles. These tentacles felt like they were a little thicker than hairs and the Horntail Drakonid guessed there were about twenty to each nipple. She felt an odd sensation as several of the hair like tentacles, rubbed along her breasts and over her skin, and twisted her nipples. It was felt strangely wonderful.
All of a sudden she felt another shadow tentacle appear between her legs, rubbing the entrance of her pussy. The female Drakonid couldn't help as she moaned in pleasure.
When her race Mate, they would just do the deed you could say, and it was over. They never done any foreplay as the humans called it, it was just a job to get eggs and nothing more. The Horntail Drakonid had always wondered what it would be like to do foreplay, now she was finding out. As the shadow tentacle begun to probe the entrance of her wet pussy though, whilst she enjoyed it, part of her realize this was wrong, that she had a Mate.
So the dragon hybrid tried to wriggle free, but she was completely restrained by the other tentacles. The tentacle began to push its way inside of her and she began to sob. This wasn't what she wanted, but at the same time she couldn't help but to enjoy it, as she never felt anything like this before. The tentacle pushed its way deeper and then began to expand inside of her very tight canal, as it pumped in and out of her.
The Horntail Drakonid screamed out in pain at first, "PL - PLEASE STOP, I'm sorry -" But it was pointless, as the Drakonid in front of her continued what he was doing to her, it seemed he was enjoying what he was doing to her. It was embarrassing, as soon the scream of pain became scream of pleasure. After a while of the shadows working her pussy and breasts, the female Drakonid felt another shadow tentacle slip between her ass cheeks and probe her virgin asshole. She began to struggle again. She had never had anal sex before, as it was never needed to Mate, in fact she'd never had anything back there, not even a claw. If the shadow tentacles hurt in her pussy, what would it feel like in her ass?
The Drakonid didn't have to wonder for long. The tentacle pushed its way inside of her asshole, despite her attempts to keep it clenched shut. Sadly the dragon hybrid screamed in agony. It felt like she was being ripped in half, as the tentacle in Drakonid's ass began to expand and push deeper into her ass, mimicking the movements of the tentacle in her pussy.
The tentacle in the hybrid's pussy went deeper than anything ever had. She felt it push its way past her cervix and enter her womb. She sobbed in pain, she had many Matings and they often hurt, but nothing like this, but to her great shame she was liking it. The tentacle in her ass was deeper than she thought anything could go, and it felt as if the tentacle wouldn't stop until they burrowed their way through her. Just as tentacle felt as if all hope was gone, the tentacle stopped moving and expanding. They just stopped, like they were waiting for something. The hybrid dreaded to think of what was going to happen next, but at the same time excited.
Drakonids often look for the most powerful Mates, and here in front of the Horntail Drakonid, was one of the most powerful Drakonids that she had ever seen or heard of before. Sure he was untrained, but he had the potential to become the most powerful of their race. It was rare, as Drakonids often stay with one Mate for life unless their Mate dead, but should a female Drakonid find a more powerful Mate, she could make him her Mate. It was an idea she didn't mind, as she would gain powerful Hatchlings from the Drakonid in front of him, and in doing so make in time being back the Drakonids where it once was.
Harry loved what was happening to the female Drakonid in front of him, he was amazed at how his instincts had controlled his shadow abilities. He didn't think he could do half what happened here, and he had enjoyed the show as to what the shadows had done to the hybrid dragon. As he watched the tentacles play with the Drakonid's pussy, ass and breasts, when a another perverted idea came to mind.
Harry formed another shadow tentacle, but this one was different, this time he had made it so that it was a bit more lighter - but that wasn't what truly distinguished it from the others. Harry smirked as he saw the tentacle was steadily dripping with a thick black goop. As the tentacle moved towards the hybrid's lips, the Horntail Drakonid tried to keep her head away from the tentacle. As she was doing, she said, "Pl - Please don't put that in me, I'll do anything, I'll even become your Mate. But please don't -" but that was all she was able to say before the tentacle was forced into her mouth.
"You think you can bargain with me," Harry scoffed, "it isn't going to happen. You're nothing more than a toy or pet to me, or that'll what you'll be when I finish with you."
And so Harry had the tentacle going in and out of her hybrid's mouth fast and hard, as he had them doing the same with her pussy and ass, and had the tentacles around her breast tightened up and pinched the nipples harder. His plan was to make the Horntail Drakonid as nothing more than hs pet, if he could show the world a hybrid dragon kneeling next to him when they lift this realm, they would leave him alone. Either that, or make them show he was going dark, which didn't bother him too much, as he had a plan to explain why he acted the way he was, and the best part was it was true. He would be showing the world his dragon instincts, something he had been hiding for so long as he had no idea how to revile them without people knowing the truth, but now he a plan to revile them and not let anyone know the full truth either.
The Horntail Drakonid at first was moaning in pain, with a bit of pleasure at times, but in a short time as Harry had the tentacles pleasure the Drakonid at the same time, the moans of pain stopped and all the female Drakonid did was moan in pleasure. After about ten minutes of this, black ooze came out of the Horntail Drakonid's mouth, pussy and ass, as the tentacles left the holes - leaving the female Drakonid out of breath.
At the time the female Drakonid thought it had ended, that she was able to hold up, but upon seeing the male Drakonid walk towards her with a smirk, she realized she was wrong. She realized how wrong as he said as he placed his fingers into her pussy, and begun to pump them in and out of her, as he said lustfully, "Now the real fun begins."
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Quidditch Stadium:
Whilst Harry and the Horntail Drakonid were in the Shadow Realm, where Harry was fucking the Horntail Drakonid, the people in the Quidditch Stadium were trying to figure out what happened. What was hours within the Shadow Realm, only a few minutes past in the Quidditch Stadium, and people couldn't believe what they had seen. Not moments ago, they were watching as Harry Potter faced what they thought was a normal Horntail Dragon, but before Harry could do anything they were shocked to see the dragon transform into something of a naked female hybrid. Now if that hadn't shocked or/and frightened them, then seeing Harry transforming into a dragons hybrid would have.
By now most people were if not in shock, looking on in interest, they were running in fear. And when the the Horntail and Harry started to fight, a few more started to run in fear, whilst others who were trying to escape the Stadium stopped and watched the fight in shock and interest. The fight was unlike anything that they had seen, but they were surprised at the end of the fight to see the two of them disappear in some kind black portal.
Although it has only been a few minutes, and the Aurors were reclaiming the peace, and getting things back to normal. Or as normal as they could with things were at the moment, not knowing what happened, there were many worried faces, mainly coming from Dumbledore and those who agreed to restart Tri-Wizard Tournament. It would be bad if a student dead because of it, but it would be worse if Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, dead. They would be finished, people would want their heads for this. The only ones not worried was Harry's girls, yes they were surprised at what happened, but they knew that Harry could look after himself.
Before anyone could stop running around like a chicken with its head cut off and do something, they all see a black portal open, where Harry, who was still looking like a dragon/human hybrid, and the dragon/human hybrid dragon walk out of it. This calmed down those who ran the Tournament, their heads were safe for now, it also calmed everyone else too. But what shocked everyone there, was that the dragon/human hybrid dragon was kneeling next to Harry like a loyal pet, willing to do whatever her Master tells her. They wondered what happened when they entered the portal.
Whatever might happened, the moment that Harry walked out of the black portal, he walked up to the eggs as if nothing happened and picked the golden one up as the dragon/human hybrid dragon stayed kneeling and done nothing. And when he picked up the golden egg, Harry sounding bored said, "Can I have my points please?"
To be Continued!
Authors Note:First off I would like to thank you for reading, and I like to apologize about the long wait for the update, the ending with the lemon was a problem, as wasn't sure how to write it. Next is that the mood to write hasn't been there for a while, and only recently I got into the mood to write. Second, I wanted a lemon in this chapter and it took a while to write it, and so I hope that I have done well in writing it. If you think you can do better, please let me know, and I'll use you to write the lemons. And I've been using a new Beta Reader, who has a real life that is making it hard for him to help me, he got to the point of the Shadow Realm when I decided to post this, as I wanted to see what you think and ask what you would like to see what happens next. Be warned, this chapter might be reposted when my Beta Reader get back to helping.
I would once again thank you for reading, and that I'm sorry for the late update. Wanted to have this done sooner, but things didn't go as I had hoped. If you enjoyed the chapter, I would like it if you could spare a few minutes and leave me some feedback, letting me know what you think or would like to become my beta reader.
Now if you think that Harry is being a sort of an ass with how he is doing things, like forcing himself onto the Horntail Drakonid. You have to remember something, he has three powerful Alpha beings in him, and I thinking about how Harry would react to things with them in him. So far I don't know how well I done with it, I hope good enough, but I know I can do better, and would like anyone who think they can help me to PM/review that they would be interested in helping me with this.
To let you know what is happening with my other works, the main problem is writers block, I have had it for a few months, and when I do get it unlocked, I have problems finding the right words to what I want to happen. Next problem, and the biggest is that recently all my bookmarks that I had for Google has somehow disappeared, and I am unable to get them back. The problem is that I had a folder that had sites, ideas and such within it, and I lost them all, which made it hard for me to write as the information I wanted isn't there, so it'll take a bit longer to write as I try and remember what I wanted.