Dragon Child by Kirkmenistan
Chapter 23 - Revelations by Kirkmenistan
Author's Notes:
I am alive! RL gave me enought time to get this done, and i'm taking things in a bit of a new direction away from cannon. ENJOY!
Silence...
For a few seconds all that Kreig could do was look at the daemon above him, the slitted green pupils staring into his very soul pinning him in place. For the first time in years he felt a faint twinge on the nape of his neck... Fear?
Then he did something that positively disturbed Jet.
He laughed.
It started small... a dry chuckle. This then grew into full spasming belly laughs. After a few moments Kreig calmed down, Jet still looking down at him. Only now with small lines of smoke leaving his nostrils. He'd been practicing that for ages, and thought it looked rather intimidating. It took a few tries to get right though, ensuring that all of his nasal passages were fireproof was a decidedly painful hit and miss procedure.
"Well Mr. Greichman, Aren't you just filled with secrets. I believe a talk with the headmaster is in order about accelerating your curriculum, don't you?"
Jet snarled while he puzzled over this new turn of events. Kreig accepted this form of him, and was talking about stepping up his education. A very tactical advantage to have over Wizards if he knew more than he should. Besides, if they tried to restrain him he could alway's fully transform. And the midway shift was proving itself uncomfortable to say the least. Slowly, he recessed his wings and tail into his body, the classroom filled with the sounds of cracks and clicks of bone shifting and changing. Jet felt a thrum from the energy created when that much matter was converted back into magic. His fangs shifted back into teeth, his slit pupils returning to their original round shape. His skin was the last thing to change, the scales slowly melding and recessing into the skin they grew on.
Kreig looked on fascinated at the changes that this eleven year old boy was capable of preforming. The energy required for such a thing was impossible. Soon a smirking Jetor Greichman was standing over him.
"Very well Professor Kreig, lead on"
xxXxx
When Jet walked into the headmasters office he knew something was going on behind his back, Literally. In the split seconds after he walked through the door and in which time an exceptional caster can identify, lock onto, aim and and cast upon a target Jet had once again shifted into his Half-form. There stood Professor Schimbarea, grinning as he lowered his wand.
"Knew there was something up with you Boy"
Jet growled at this.
"Boy?"
"Yes Boy, Boy! That's what you are. Little more than an uppity Boy who's learned how to fail to transform into a lizard."
Insubordinate mewling cretin!
The growling transformed into a full fledged roar as Jet's form shifted slightly more over to his draconian side. His face changed back to it's usual snout holding sharp and eager teeth. His wings growing larger until they were properly proportioned. His human muscle replaced with the whiplash strong steel of his own muscles. Two new eyes sprouted.
Kreig Sighed... Schimbarea had caused negotiations to break down... again.
"Oh and look you've even gotten the eyes wrong! Can't you count boy?"
The form of Professor Schimbarea narrowly avoided being engulfed in white hot flame when the Headmaster's voice called out.
"Schimbarea, desist these insults, we have seen enough."
Jet did not turn around, keeping his front eyes pinned on the Transfiguration professor. His rear eyes however turned to focus on the rest of the office, and onto the entire School Staff stood behind the headmasters table... including Professer Schimbarea.
The taunting homunculus was swiftly incinerated with a short huff of fire.
Jet wrestled with himself, his visage for the second time today melting back into that of a more human image.
"Headmaster. May I enquire as to the purpose of this meeting with the entirety of the staff?"
Jet's stiff overly formal tone let out how much trouble he was having controlling the roiling ball of emotions just below the surface. Anger being the main one... mainly at himself for being discovered.
Karkaroff scoffed.
"I believe your demonstration moments ago should answer your question student. How long have you been an animagus?"
"Approximately 7 years I believe... perhaps 6."
"And what precisely is your form?"
"Human, Your looking at it right now"
Professor Schimbarea scoffed, Karkaroff gave him a stiff look and turned back to Jet.
"I believe you do not understand student. When was the first time you turned into a dragon?"
Jet smiled at this question, remembering happier times when life was beautiful and simple.
"Ever since I can remember I have been Jet. This puny form however weak it may be has been my animagus form for about 6 or 7 years."
Stunned silence met this comment.
"So your telling me that you've had the magical strength to turn into that... thing, whatever it was since birth?"
Professor Seminte was looking at Jet with doubt in her eyes.
"Oh no no no Professor, The Half-shift was something I've only picked up in the last two years. I still haven't fully mastered it as the transition still causes some discomfort. Jet is someone that I can't show you right now."
"Why ever not?"
"As you all would be crushed"
Was the simple reply he gave Professor Fierbe.
Again Schimbarea scoffed. But then he spoke.
"You honestly expect us to believe that you, a boy no older than eleven, is fully capable of not only turning into a Dragon Animagus with enough control to preform reversible partial shifts. But have enough energy to transmute your magical energy reserves into matter to such a scale that you can form a beast so large it could fill this room?"
"Yes.. Yes I do."
Professor Schimbarea looked at Jet again, he then strode over to Karkaroff's windows, dramatically pushed them wide open and gestured into the freezing open air.
"If you don't mind? I'd love to see a miracle today"
Jet Grinned. After being confined in this body for so long it would be good to put on a show.
"Professor, it would be my pleasure"
Jet then went into a dead sprint across the office, already changing some of his muscles back into their true draconic selves. He jumped with tremendous force as he reached the wall and jumped through the window. as he left the room he released the control over his animagus form and changed the fastest that he'd ever managed to. Gaining Tons of weight in seconds Jet threw out his wings and bugled triumphantly as he felt the wind catch once more under his wings. Letting a torrent of fire from his mouth, illuminating his magnificent body for all the staff to see.
He flew around the castle a few times before landing in the courtyard below the headmasters office. The stark contrast between his black scales and the white purity of the snow covered ground illustrated his shape to the staff above.
He crouched down, tensing his legs and wings, before launching himself skywards traveling parallel to the wall of the tower, shifting mid flight back into his human form still ascending quickly. Noting the larger magical surge as his form shifted back. His flight ending with him alighting gently onto the headmasters windowsill to the view of the staff. Most had their mouthes open, Krieg was smiling. Schimbarea looked rather upset that Jet had survived jumping out of the window, but Karkaroff... His grin would give Lockhart a run for his money, ignoring the slight yellowish tint to the teeth of course.
"Mr. Greichman, Do you know why Durmstrang has the worst reputation out of all the schools in Europe?"
Jumping down from the ledge and closing the window, Jet returned to his chair, answering the headmasters question as he went.
"No headmaster, I was not aware of any Stigmata attached to the school"
"Well Jet, the way Durmstrang works compared to other Schools makes it more of a lifestyle rather than an education. You see at Beaxbatons they have a very good pass rate, but the overall quality of the graduates leaves something to be desired. However here at Durmstrang, we don't have quite as many graduates. But those that do complete their schooling here are the finest in their chosen field. However the process of how they get to become the finest is what leaves most people afraid of our school."
"I see... and why would they be afraid?"
"They are afraid Mr. Greichman because the wizarding world has become soft. The wizards that rise to power today look like angry toddlers when compared to the truly powerful beings that roamed the earth hundreds and thousands of years ago. The reason why? Wizards today don't need to try. They become lazy and content. They stop pushing themselves and thereby they weigh themselves down. Here at Durmstrang, we expect you to push yourself beyond your limits, and to become someone truly great. Unfortunately this mentality is often seen by students as a free pass to using the darker shades of magic without regret or consideration for what they might be doing, which is why we are viewed as a school of 'dark magic'"
"And what have I got to do with any of this?"
"Because Mr. Greichman you have great potential... but you are lacking the drive to use that potential beyond it's limits. For example, can you cast magic while you are in your dragon form?"
"I don't know... I haven't tried doi..."
Jet was cut off again by Professor Schimbarea
"Have you ever tried turning into anything other than a dragon?"
"No, why would I? A drag..."
And again by Professor Seminte
"Have you tried pushing your magic outside of your body and tried to control things with it?"
"No, but..."
"You see? You limit yourself as you no longer push yourself. You believe you know everything, yet after three questions it becomes quite apparent you know nothing. Now the Durmstrang Initiative was put in place centuries ago to stop this from happening to promising students such as yourself, and to start pushing wizards to become the best that they could again."
"So What's going to happen now?"
Karkaroff smiled. It was a big toothy smile again.
"You Mr Griechman will be assessed, moved up or down years in your classes where appropriate and will engage in one to one sessions in subjects where you display extraordinary aptitude."
"That's all very well said and done Professor, but what does Durmstrang get out of it?"
"The price for being a part of the Durmstrang Initiative is simple. You will better the school somehow. Usually through an act of service of some sort"
"I take it this act of service is more than sweeping up the dining room after breakfast."
"Quite."
Jet thought about what he could do to improve on Durmstrang. What only he, Jet, The Lord of the Romanian dragon coven could do to improve Durmstrang.
"If I were to... Improve the wards?"
The Runes Professor, Professor Lousa Chuckled loudly at this comment.
"You think that I can't?"
"Mr Greichman, despite the impressive work you displayed on your room's door and that marvelous exhibition you've just given us all... I highly doubt that you would be able to improve upon them. You haven't even started learning the subject any how!"
"Actually sir, you haven't been teaching me the subject. My previous tutors have taught me much on the subject of runes. Including a branch that I'll wager my Lordship on that you are totally unfamiliar with."
"Lordship?"
Schimbarea looked at the small child in front of him.
"What possible country would recognise you as a lord?"
"Schimbarea, I believe that Mr Greichman has yet to give us his full introduction?"
Jet looked coldly at the headmaster, weighed the options and decided to go with it. He drew Himself to his full human height and announced to the staff.
"Allow me to re-introduce myself. I am Jet, Lord of the Romanian Dragon Clan"
Professor Wesoly, who had been remarkably quiet for the entire event giggled, and promptly fainted.
Wizards...
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