Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan

Chapter 2 - The Old Man by Kirkmenistan

Author's Notes:

First Small update

Harry's consciousness returned with a start. He remembered seeing flashing red lights; the feeling of drowsiness when one struck him, and eventually blackness.

Now he was in a warm den crouched in a small box made from metal bars. There were ten lifeforms in the room. Him, five rats in a similar box, two earwigs in the rafters, an owl and a human. Harry remembered humans. They came with sticks of wood that shot red lights. The red lights caused him to lose consciousness in the fight. They could have killed him.

He snarled at the man in front of him, bearing his teeth. The man smiled down at the little dragon in return. The dragon took this as a challenge. The man was bearing its teeth back at him; it was an aggressive display and would be answered in kind.

The old man known as Pemba smiled down upon the small creature. It was pitifully small if it's age was correct, hardly larger than a two month old horntail, and this was apparently a couple of years old. Pemba extended his arm into the enclosure to pet the beast. Said beast promptly bit down hard on his arm… or at least it tried to. The dragons teeth clanged against a metal surface and the old man chuckled as the dragon yowled.

This chuckling swiftly halted once he looked closer at the dragon.

It had four eyes.

Two beside each other on either side of its head. It had 360 vision with depth perception. And it's fangs; as with all dragons they were sharp and pointed backwards for grasping and holding onto prey. But he posessed two sets. The second set fitting behind the first as if there was a second jaw, and it was moving independently of the first.

And it's wingspan! Already for such a small beast it was twice as wide as he was long. It wouldn't need magic to keep itself aloft. But how would this energy be used if it wasn't being drained keeping a creature weighing many tonnes off the ground?

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After many months the dragon had become comfortable around the old man. Granted he left him every day but he returned towards the evenings to look after him.

The dragon had long ago learned that the man did not behave like normal animals. It was intelligent, and its arms were hard and impossible to bite. Recently he was feeling something from within himself; some kind rising heat. He occasionally hiccupped sparks and smoke. The keeper started to become weary of him now. The breathing of fire for one so young was unheard of, if downright impossible, but it was also dangerous to the youngling itself. The dragon keeper decided that it was safe for the young one in the 'Nursery' reserve. In this reserve the younger and smaller dragons resided. Safe from the terrible rages of the elders. It was here that the young dragon learned the first of many lessons about life and magic.

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