Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan
Chapter 6 - Repercussions by Kirkmenistan
Author's Notes:
UPDATED!
your turn Dragen!
Many hundreds of miles away from the unconscious dragon known as Jet being dragged into the black murky depths of the lake by the elder dragon, sat an old man.
Though his face was kind and grandfatherly his eyes betrayed his intelligence and cunning. At this moment in time he was reviewing his plans. His plans within plans. His grand master scheme. He knew that at this moment a young boy by the name of Harry Potter would be woken up. He knew that he would no doubt be set to work in the Dursley household. He knew that this would damage the child. But he did not care. Plans within plans, and the overall grand scheme, the death of Tom Riddle, demanded this sacrifice, for the Greater Good. The Riddle boy had overstepped his boundaries, and started meddling with the darkest of magic's and now believed himself immortal. But Harry Potter could kill him. However, he must be changed. He must be weak and needy for him to follow the master plan that would ultimately lead to his demise.
Now who might you ask was this cold, emotionless being. This is the great wizard known as Albus Dumbledore. Friend and companion of Fawkes. Well, not entirely friend anymore. Not after what he did to the boy. The being somehow thought that it was immoral. But it all balanced out for the Greater Good.
Fawkes sat there biding his time. He had grown to be disgusted with his companion. Gone was the young man who wanted to change the world. Gone were the emotions that aided one know the difference between right and wrong. He was now a cold, soulless, emotionless hunk of flesh that willed for the death of another soulless being who continually murmured about the Greater Good.
Fawkes was bored.
Extremely bored.
He started to beg the fates for something interesting to happen in this world. In this age. He missed the good old days where bloody wars were waged, where god-like beings roamed the world. Those were the good old days of magic. The days when lightning storms could be created on a whim. The days when impossible challenges were created to keep the wizards entertained. Challenges like lifting a mountain with the will of only your mind, or destroying the walls of troy with a sneeze. Or killing the immortal phoenixes. Those were the days when his race was almost destroyed. He missed those days. Things were exiting then.
But now, magical beings were weak. Even the goblins had fallen from the war faring ages of old. He begged the fates for another being such as this. Another being that created beauty and excitement by just living in the same time as them.
Both the old beings musings were disturbed when one Severus Tobius Snape entered the room.
"Headmaster! It's about the boy!"
Severus Snape shivered as he felt the layers of privacy wards clamp down around the tower.
"Continue." The old man said, hiding any reaction he might have had.
"He has gone!" Snape answered immediately.
Albus sat up straighter. "What do you mean?"
"He never arrived at Privet Drive!" Snape clarified.
One of the many flaws of Albus Dumbledore came about; thinking he knew what was best for everyone, and his supreme confidence in his schemes always happening perfectly. "Yes he did Severus, I placed him there myself." He replied as if it was the obvious truth.
Severus Snape growled at the slight. He was no liar! "All the Dursleys say they found that morning was a set of rags on their doorstep and a letter. They saw who the letter was from within moments and destroyed it."
Albus paled, feeling the uncomfortable feeling of his stomach drop as his complete fate in his perfect plotting shattered. "And the boy?"
"Gone. No magical sign of him for miles in any direction." Snape answered, regaining his composure.
"Decades of planning went into the next few years. You had better find the boy, wipe his memories and put him there!" Albus commanded.
"Yes headmaster."
Severus left the headmasters office, willing to follow his orders. This was the great Albus Dumbledore, the man who defeated Grindlewald. He could do no wrong.
The Headmaster had started to ponder what had happened just now. He would have to make changes to his strategy. Plans within plans.
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Warm
Too warm.
Much too warm for the usual awakening from blackness in the cold openness.
Jet slowly brought his body up to heat. Subtly stretching all his tendons and joints. Preparing for anything. He slowly eased open his four eyes, each looking in a different direction.
Once he had calculated what he saw they instantly snapped open completely.
Everywhere there were dragons.
All around him.
Some sleeping, some staring at the new arrival, some making that deep grumbling sound. But what he noticed most of all was how quiet it was.
No screeching, no posturing, just quiet acceptance.
It was that kind of silence that followed the subconscious introduction of two dangerous animals.
It was the sort of silence that conveyed a message; 'You recognise that I am a bad ass, I recognise that you to are a bad ass. I respect you, and I'm staying over here and I know that you'll stay over there.'
One eye locked onto the elder dragon from outside. His mind had realised that they were no longer outside. There was no sun. Only fires fuelled by oily black stuff that dripped from one wall. The elder was currently lying down directly in front of him. Watching quietly.
He slowly stood and walked towards Jet, who also stood and backed towards a wall. Covering one route of attack. Bearing his teeth.
q73; Relax young one D
Again with that damned grumbling! ...But his posture suggested non-aggression, so Jet slowly relaxed his gums; still wary, yet calm. As if he knew that this elder meant him no harm.
q73; Yes… some instinctual knowledge of the language, but you have yet to learn the finer aspects of this form of communication. Come, follow me. We must talk with the Elder. D
Jet started to associate certain grumbles to actions. He remembered the sound that the elder had made before he bit him. He knew that the dragon did not mean to hurt him, as it hadn't scarred like he'd initially thought. He presumed that the elder wanted Jet to follow him.
They travelled for some time. Jet watched as the elder continued grumbling as they travelled through caves and tunnels. He heard a distant splashing, like the sound that the elder had made when he entered the water. He could see no entrance to the cave; neither did he feel much airflow that would indicate an entrance large enough for a dragon such as the elder, or himself.
And especially not that fat thing that lazed in the corner. Jet doubted if it could even move on it's own without using it's fire. They stopped as they reached the corner in which the fat thing was lazing.
q73; Elder D
q73; Ah, brother. How are you?D
q73; I am well brother. This is the promising one I was talking about. D
Jet looked at the thing, he stared with incredulity as he observed the Elder's submissive attitude to it. This was the elder's Elder? This was their Alpha? The pitiful example of hide could hardly stand, let alone fly! This was-this was wrong!
q73; A rather pitiful example of a dragon is he not? No presence about him. D
q73; He can fight Brother, He has killed many Lost Ones D
q73; Not such a difficult feat… D
q73; He is intelligent, and different. Look at him! D
The elder moved a lazy eye to glance at this young one. His wings were far too large. Too much of a target. To thin to do any real damage. Probably couldn't even breathe rock-melting fire when he grew up. Not a fighter. No, perhaps a learner. Yes, that is where this one would be. And four eyes! He could watch many things. Yes, a learner. An observer only.
q73; Teach him our lore. He is not for fighting. D
q73; Brother! D
q73; MY WORD IS LAW! If you wish for him to fight, train him! My clan shall now take no part in his training that is your duty here on. Now be gone! Return only when he is a true dragon. D
q73; Very well brother. D
Jet was watching quietly, seeing how these two were speaking. He knew that it was about him, his future. But beyond that he did not know. If all dragons were like this 'alpha', he would leave this pathetic clan behind him.
As he left, several female dragons entered the cave, bringing meat in their jaws. He watched behind him as the 'Alpha' rolled over, exposing his organ. The first female hovered over his bloated body. Easing the organ into her body. Pushing her body up and down while feeding him the meat from her maw. The elder moaned through the mouthfuls of choice strips.
He even let the females dominate him!
Jet snorted with disgust, holding back a full blown snarl. He wanted to leave this place. This place of lazed and degenerated dragons. They were defenceless.
He followed the elder - no, the Elder, for he deserved the title more - to a pool of water. He watched as dragons dove through this pool, and returned with meat. The Elder dove through and Jet followed. At first he thrashed his legs attempting to get a purchase on the slippery rock beneath him. He watched the elder move through the water. Using his wings to fly in the lake.
Jet copied him. his massive wings propelling him forwards. He quickly caught up to the Elder, remaining at his side. He didn't understand why, he just knew that he should.
Such is the ancient bond between student, and master.
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