Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan
Chapter 14 - A New World by Kirkmenistan
Author's Notes:
another upload for you all!
why? because you love the story so much and i'm a sucker for goglie eyes!
Two years had passed since that fateful day when Jet took over the clan. They were stronger than ever. Most of the children were maturing very well. The source of food from the humans was a weakness that Jet didn't enjoy having, soon they were hunting around the area for food, but not to much, the Elder advised Jet that if too much food was taken, the humans would be fearful of their size and attempt to cull their numbers. Jet was quick to force upon his subjects the importance of hunting carefully.
Jet was now nine years old. He was the successful leader of the Romanian clan of dragons, and he was starting to venture out in to the Wizarding World.
A vast amount of time over the previous two years was spent on either altering his body - both human and dragon - finding ways to keep his armour up to date, learning languages from the Scholars, or learning about this 'Apparition' the oldest Scholar thought it was called in human form.
Redclaw and Silence knew of his origins now. It was quite the surprise for Red when she learned that her mate for life was a wizard. Jet had once again fled with a dragon attempting to squish him. The Elder, all the while, chuckling in the corner of the natural caverns as he watched Redclaw chasing after him; screaming about lying, cheating humans. Eventually she calmed down enough for Harry to touch her again. She did appreciate how human hands could scratch places where dragons just couldn't. The soft skin of her ear where it joined her scales, just beyond the inside of her nose… that was one of the messier ones for Jet to do but if he avoided getting squished… he could bear with it.
Jet knew that soon he would have to be drawn away from his family; and what a family it was! He sighed in his cavern as he remembered that first hatching.
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Jet and Redclaw watched anxiously over the clutch of eggs.
q73; How do you think they will look? D
Redclaw looked him over.
q73; If they have your colour scales with my breed, they would be potent hunters D
q73; Your spikes with my strength would be dangerous too. D
The couple nuzzled their noses as they watched over their eggs.
Then suddenly a tiny noise could he heard.
Tap
Redclaw suddenly withdrew from their embrace, staring at the eggs between them.
q73; Did you hear that? D
q73; Yes, they are arriving! D
The tap's increased with frequency and strength as each of the four eggs began to wiggle. One by one, four, tiny black spiked Hungarian horntails with larger than life wings appeared.
q73; Oh Jet, aren't they perfect? Jet? Jet! D
Jet was rather distracted as he watched the eggs below him, looking for any signs of humanity. There were none. He was thankful for that. Both his mates knew and accepted what he was, but the rest of the clan would not enjoy the news as such.
He was brought out of his reverie as one of the younglings jumped onto his snout. Eye for eye... for eye for eye, they stared into each other. Thus the breed known as "Flying Black Death" was born. Unnaturally quick in the air, unparalleled senses, and a nasty habit of changing a perfectly normal situation into that of a total disaster.
They were nicknamed the 'Devil's Blessed' by the keepers, this was due to their ability to both somehow stimulate the worst circumstances possible, and then to somehow come out on top. Having both the best, and worst luck within the span of a few hours. Only a few keepers who had been there at the very beginning recognised the black dragons with four eyes who flew with unparalleled skill. They smiled with joy at the knowledge that the little runt called Jet was having a good life.
Four of them thought differently as they nursed shots of Fire-whisky and burned stumps where wand hands used to be.
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In preparation to being dragged kicking and screaming into the human world, he was working on his form ever the more. Practicing changing his human skin into this dragon's near impenetrable armour.
From watching small magical villages, Jet started to understand the local language. He knew that he would have to go in there some time, so why not now? Take the initiative, you're a damned dragon, step up! His mind seemed to say every time he felt a trace of hesitation. Soon Jet would enter the magical world, and it would receive a boot up it's backside the likes of which have never been seen.
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Jet was rather anxiously walking down the main Romanian magical street. He had started to use his fire (he still couldn't think of it as magic) to manipulate his stature. He was currently a tall male with black hair and green eyes. In his pockets was one of the gems that he had discovered whilst enlarging the giant cavern. They would not melt, no matter what the dragons tried. When he showed them to the oldest Scholar, he quickly halted Jet's efforts to destroy the stones. They were valuable to the goblins. They would pay dearly for them. Magical currency was something the dragons did not have, and Jet would need it if he were to integrate himself into the human world.
Entering the marble building Jet instantly felt threatened he was weak in this form, and the goblins knew it. He started to regret bringing in the goblin knives. Their grips were a tad too small, so he banded the grips with heart tendons, unknowingly creating a strong magical channel between the knife and his core. The menacing grins upon the goblins faces, as they sat in their overly high desks to appear to be lording over all who entered their domain would have been intimidating to anybody else. Jet moved towards one of the desks with large gems upon the table. As he advanced he watched as the goblins eye was drawn to the boy who walked towards him. He was not afraid; he walked with a certain air. Not the self-important strut that the wizards used, the stride of someone who knew that he was dangerous, and knew that those who surrounded him were dangerous. They respected each other. Then they spotted their brothers knives at his hips.
"Why are you here… human?"
Jet's eyes narrowed at the rude being. He had acted perfectly cordial so far. Why the anger and hate?
"I seek to trade in gems."
"We do not accept the shiny pieces of glass you call gems human. We seek gems that not even dragon's can destroy."
Harry shrugged. Allowing the slip on his transformation to fall slightly. His eyes became silted, and decidedly feral. He took out the gem that when he found it as a dragon looked hardly larger than a hatchling's scale. Now when he was holding it as a human, it was positively massive for a gem. At least the size of a decent sized hen's egg.
"We have tried, Goblin."
The goblin raised his eyes from the paperwork he was attempting to do. First he saw the large ruby. A large magical ruby. Then he saw the boy's patchwork coat, made from the hides and scales of hundreds of different dragons. Then he noticed the slit pupils.
"Come with me Mr.?"
"Jet. Just Jet."
"I see. Follow me Mr. Jet"
The name rang a bell in the goblins mind for some reason, but he thought little of it.
Jet snatched the Ruby before the goblin could get his hands on it. It's eyes narrowed. They walked through several corridors into a large room. Jet noted the well-concealed boltholes in the wall. The sound of slow, even breathing. His hair withdrew and his skin turned to scales.
"Master Goblin. Please do explain why you are going to try to kill me?"
The goblin turned around again. No shock showing on his features. A gem that size was worth hundreds of thousands of galleons. They needed to know where this… thing with scales had gotten it. And his plan had been fooled the moment the being had walked in the room.
"Jet, we seem to have reached a misunderstanding. "
"Really? Then why are there currently six goblins in the walls with crossbows loaded with magical darts awaiting your command to kill me?"
"Where did you get that gem! AND HOW IN THE NAME OF GNARL THE MIGHTY DO YOU HAVE MY BROTHERS KINFE!?"
The goblin's mood changed swiftly. He was becoming extremely aggressive.
"Listen to me Goblin. The only reason I have yet to destroy this bank for the slavery of my brothers and the slight against my mates is because I was hoping to do business."
"Destroy this building! Do you have any idea what you are up against? Now how did you get my brothers knife!"
"Do not assume your indestructibility Goblin. Imagine fifty trained, aggressive, adult dragons descending upon your home, destroying all you hold dear. Melting your gold into lakes. Being destroyed when it is mixed with the very rock it sits within. Do not test me goblin! And I acquired these knifes when seven of your kind invaded my home and stole from my guests!"
The goblin's demeanour changed swiftly. If this Jet could rustle up perhaps ten dragons, they could possibly cope. But fifty dragons at once. It would be impossible to survive before aid could arrive. And he was perfectly within his rites to own the positions of those whom he had killed.
"Very well Jet."
The name was spoken as an expletive. Spat out of it's mouth as if it left a bad taste. He remembered that day, when his brothers charred corpse was deposited outside like so much the leavings of a meal.
"How much do you want for the Gem?"
Jet grinned at this statement. He recalled from the Elder that goblins often ripped off their clients by down playing the significance of their goods.
The elder had heard goblins speaking of the worth of Gems within the High Security Vaults. How a true magical ruby the size of a small bean was worth more than ten thousand galleons. Goblins worshiped these magical stones as if they were royal beings. And in part they were. Goblins were creatures of the earth. They valued things on their strength. Their beauty was a lesser factor but a factor none the same. So a gem that couldn't be destroyed by a dragon was a huge find.
"Three Hundred Thousand Galleons."
The goblins eyes bulged. This one knew what he was talking about. "How do you know it's worth?"
"We dragon's have trouble forgetting what we see and hear."
The goblin cursed. Darn security dragons. For defence they were excellent. But information wise, they were a major security leak. The senses that aided them to defend their coffers also allowed them to pick up secrets.
"Very well. Would you like a Gringotts bottomless bag for your money?"
"With the goblin charm-work, including the lightening and security charms."
"That will be twenty galleons."
"Three galleons, not twenty."
"That's ridiculous! How could we give something so valuable for such a little price!"
"Goblin! The cloth itself is worth a few sickles perhaps, the worth is the spell work and the durability of the item that counts, the spell work is top notch, but the durability, I could destroy this with a short sneeze. Three galleons for the bag!"
The goblin started to see traces of smoke emitting from his nostrils. He was verging on the change.
"Very well."
The goblin called through for the bag and the money. It was a tense wait. The archers in the walls somehow being glared at now and then by Jet, even though the tiny slits were glamoured better than the face of the Great King Warthand
"Now, before I leave you and this pathetic home Goblin… know this. I and my brothers have discovered many of such gems, and other valuable items, including this particular ore that just won't go away. If you wish to continue trade, I expect you to be more cordial in future. We could always go to the dwarves…"
This comment was left lingering as Jet left the gem and leaved the room. His skin slowly returning to normal, his black hair returning. The money bag bulging in his grip.
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Jet walked down the street, looking for anything that caught his eye. One place looked like quiet the resource. It's walls filled with books. Books on anything he could possibly think of. The knowledge that these books contained would make the elder scholar shit itself.
As he started picking books off the shelves he attracted the eye of the owner. He watched as the man in the strange patchwork clothes started to take the most valuable books he owned. Some of those had only a few other copies in existence, if not the only copy!
"Sir! Are you sure you can afford all of these?"
"Rather sure, yes."
"And how are you going to move any of these books might I ask? Why you would need a dragon to move this order! A dragon near my shop! I won't have it!"
The owner suddenly shuddered as he watched Jet smile.
"If a tamed dragon were made… available to transport such a crate, what could you do to protect it?"
"Well, we could ward the crate, make it impossible for anything on the outside to enter. You could drop this to the bottom of a lake or douse it with flame and you wouldn't know anything about it."
"Really? When could we pick it up?"
"I would guess, in about two hours?"
"How much would this cost?"
The owner quickly tallied up the costs and grinned.
"Thirteen thousand, five hundred and seventy one galleons."
That was about the average families ancestral fortune. He didn't have the money.
"Excellent! I shall return then with the appropriate amount."
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The magical shopping street known simply as 'The Way' in Bulgarian had never seen such a site. For a while many were simply staring at the enormous crate lying in the middle of the road. Watching over the crate and the sky was the owner of the famous Bulgarian Book store. Well known to stock the rarest books in the Wizarding Nation of Bulgaria, if not the world outside of the great library of Alexandria. Suddenly down from the cloud cover, a young man was riding the largest horntail that anyone had ever seen. It came down to land, it's glorious hide a shining blood red in colour. Naturally terror reigned throughout the street. A few armourers eyed the hide. Virtually unmarked, good thick scales… they could make a fortune from that beast.
The young man walked towards the owner, handed him a large bag of coins made of a strange material. It looked like leather, but a kind never seen before. It was actually dragon stomach. He promptly returned to the joint between the dragon's neck and body. Caressing it's neck and whispering into it's ear. Said dragon grabbed the crate with its two forearms and flew off into the sky.
The crowd watched in awe as the pair took of into the sky.
From the Tiny windows of the bank, a goblin gazed on with a scowl upon his face.
G You will pay for my brother's death Jet. G
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