Chapter One

"Earth, the world is peaceful and prosperous under the rule of the Great Dragons. In the aftermath of the Non-Magical and Magical War, Harry Charlus James Potter, the Man-Who-Conquered bonded with the Blind Dragon, Ancaulagh creating the first of the Dragon Seeds,a dragon with the soul of a man. This unique union turned the dragon from its Wyvern ancestry to the magnificent four-legged beasts that majestically ruled the skies. The enactment of such a pact also enables the dragon to use magic as wizards might do with the power of their voices only a million times stronger. It also tempered the worst of a dragon's temperament, giving birth to reason, compassion and pride. Each Dragonseed have unique powers of their own, their own Thu'Um, Voice that differs them from the rest of their kin.

With the formation of the Watcher Order, under the guidance of the Eternal Dragon and the Dragonseeds, the White Dragon of Death whose title is "The Potter," a thousand years of peace and prosperity fell unto the world. The wastelands of nuclear-covered holocausts and magical residual bombs from the Last War before are now orchards of beauty and paradise.

The greatest success of the Dragonseeds however is the breaking of the curse of the Alfakyn, the original Deep Elves transformed into House-Elves by Human Sorcerers of the past. It is a success that cements the strength and power of the Watcher Order over the years.

To protect and to serve is their mission; but on their last century, the Watchers became arrogant and many fought among themselves for power. The Long Peace has finally ended, and the call of Twilight can be heard.

A powerful Dragonseed named Balak betrayed the Order. His Thu'um, his voice is Devour. He devoured Dragonseed after Dragonseed until his power grew that he forced many to betray the Order out of fear. In a single bloody battle, it is said that he killed them all. Dragonseeds and living things alike. In the end he turned against his own allies and then the world.

For ten thousand years, the promise of deliverance, understanding, civilization and philosophy is gone and the world only knew death. Cities are leveled and the land became barren once more. Evil is attracted to the miasma of death from without and parasitic monsters delve deep into the world. Terra is gone, Earth is gone and the promise that comes with it. The Watchers are relics of the old world and the Dragonseeds are bones. There is no peace among the land, only a crucible of Chaos that devours all and eats all. Galakron, Balak is now named became the most powerful living thing aside from the parasitic monsters that plague the skies.

As the world remakes itself into something anew, it knows only war and death and pain.

Yet not all is lost for as magic and life rises again in the broken and battered world, not all relics of the Old World is gone. Every time a pot is deemed imperfect, the Potter always breaks it to make a new one, a better one.

This I believe at least.

-Teddy Sheepstealer Lupin, Dragonseed. FENRIS, the One Who Devours the Moon.

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Northrend Mountains

The power that rips the very fabric of life and death, one that binds their very souls slams like a juggernaut of the gods. Sindragosa can feel almost all of her bones break upon impact as she skids like a ragdoll over the cold threshold of Northrend. A thousand kilometers from where the Betrayal happened.

Coughing out essence from her maw, the Blue Dragon of the Blue Dragonflight gurgles in her own lifeblood, her entire body refusing to obey her will. She can feel cracks all over her mighty blue scales, rents from a single attack that destroyed a thousand dragons. She still can't believe it, Neltharion, good, strong and proud Neltharion using he Dragon Soul, the thing that is supposed to be their ultimate weapon against the invaders of the Burning Legion became their very bane.

A thousand dragons charged against the traitor Neltharion after he has shown his true colors, a thousand dragons died fell, their bodies of red, blue, gold, and black being somersaulted into the four corners of the world like piñatas. The closest ones nearest to Neltharion even lost their bodies into disintergration , so close are they to the impact of power.

Now here she is, broken, discarded, where every breath is a labor. Her very soul wants her to lash out, to roar in anger and defiance, to rip the traitor from limb to limb for betraying her, for betraying the Flights, for betraying his brothers and sisters-in-arms. Reality however slaps her directly in the face. Her entire body is broken, her form and her magic is disappearing as the blood that is oozing out of her.

A single blue draconic eye opens through a half-lid stare at the frozen wasteland around her. She snorts a plume of smoke at the scenery. Personally she would prefer expiring on the sunny dispositions of the Southland where the warm sun can make her scales tingle. In this frozen North, no one would even remember her.

Squelch, shift, squelch," the sound of footsteps approaching catches Sindragosa's attention and she wearily opens an eye at the source.

Silhouettes of a wolf approaching her though the blizzard of white makes her panic for a second. The last thing that she wants now is to be slowly eaten piece by piece while she is helpless and unmoving. She has seen a calf once being eaten by a bear with its innards inside out. It is an unnerving sight as the calf bayed in terror while the bear eats it while alive.

Forcing the last of her life energy to make her head move, Sindragosa attempts to the turn the source of the sound. Whoever this predator is taking advantage of a free meal will find out the hard way why dragons, even dying ones would be a safety hazard for anyone. She would not allow some random predator from these Northern icescape eat bits of her while she's still breathing.

Whatever courage she is able to muster however disappears the moment her eyes drinks in the source of the sound. She has expected at least a polar bear or even a group of arctic wolves. She would not be surprised if it is even those giant spiders or a small group of morrucs. Azeroth is a place of magic and such magical creatures call it home.

What she does not expect is the giant black wolf marching down towards her with its bared fangs. When she said giant, she literally meant giant. The wolf is the size of her entire frame in draconoid form, its eyes are blazing red and its claws are as sharp as hers. Sindragosa has lived a long life, she does not expect such a creature even exist in this world. She growls in warning, blazing fires of blue flickering in her maw, a last ditch effort to stop the giant animal from munching her.

To her horror, it does not even look fazed as it encircles her fallen form, specifically her soft underbelly where the great rents of the Demon Soul have damaged her the most She moves her forelimbs to cover the damaged part. If the giant canine bites her there, she would bet her wings, it would be able to pull her intestines out easily. She winces as she can feel the bloody rents caused by her impact at the movement.

"NO! NO! NO!" she panics as the wolf leans in toward her damaged soft part. She doesn't want to die, she doesn't want to be eaten alive. She tries to roar a warning but all that comes out of her jaw is a pathetic whine.

If dragons can cry in their draconic form, she would have cried. This is such an ignoble end. She prefers being killed quickly rather than be torn to pieces.

"Don't die on me dragoness," the sudden deep voice coming out of the wolf snaps Sindragosa's thoughts to a halt as her large blinking blue eye turns to the giant canine.

"I have need of your magic," the wolf speaks again. "In return for your promise of service that I would need to ask, I would repair your dying form,"

Sindragosa would have happily said yes (seeing that everything hurts inside and outside her). All she can able to muster however is a pained gurgle. The wolf frowns, at least she thinks that it frowns as it stares at her draconic blue eye with its red ones. Before she knows what is going on, a mind probe slams into her mind without warning. Sindragosa roars in pain(surprisingly loud in her dying state) as the probe etches every thought and every memory inside her. Out of habit, she tries putting up her mental barriers (extremely strong as blue dragons are proud of) but the probe of the wolf swats the probe like an insignificant gnat catching her by surprise. Only the oldest and most ancient of dragons can smack probes like that of will.

She has no idea how deep the probe of the wolf goes, only that by the end of it she is cross-eyed and her head feels like it has been stomped over a thousand times by a thousand Wilderbeast in mating season. Her eyes are also half-lidded and it takes all of Sindragosa's willpower in keeping them open. As it is she just watches as the giant wolf opens its mouth and she can feel her life and magic slowly seeping away from her scales.

"Please, don't take my magic life force awake from me," she finds herself mentally begging as everything goes blurrier and blurrier.

She seems to be shrinking also smaller and smaller also, or is it just the wolf growing larger? In the end she can feel herself the size only of the claw of the wolf and realize then and there that she has been forcefully transferred to her high elf avatar with blue pale skin. With the last of her strength she observes the wolf condense her gathered magic to a crystal blue stone before gently gripping it with its mouth. As unconsciousness fades within her, Sindragosa finally closes her eyes to the sound of the giant black wolf howling in the night with the full moon shining brightly at its back.

…..

Location, Unknown

In unspoken words, the giant gates of mithril and diamonds creaked open. Inside the Great Wolf lumbers on. As usual he grimaces as he enters here. It is not because of the décor, no. The Great Underground City of Aman is the Home of the Deep Elves and a sanctuary. It is probably the only relic left of the Old World before the Fall. Almost in its entirety, Aman is a vision of wonder. The stonework and the crafting is done painstakingly by detail throughout millennia of silence. Every line and contour has been given deep thought and painstaiking detail.

The Deep Elves might have called the Underground City Home, but they are Elves and that means they try to do their best to imitate nature. Massive trees crafted from gems that they seem almost lifelike, Bushes made of silver and gold that shines like star-lights in the night. The caverns above glints with unmined diamonds absorbing magical latent energy from the ley line that passes through the city. Great tapestries depicting tales of old and libraries as grand as that of ancient Alexandria.

Yet for all it's wonders, the Great Wolf holds no attraction to it. For despite its glory and perserverance throughout the turning of the world, this city holds painful memories. He can still remember the times when Great Dragonseeds perch on its walls, each a beacon and bastion of wonder and strength, the Great Order of the Watchers that call it home. Now it is nothing more than a mausoleum, a sad reminder of what is once was. Great seats that once serve as perches for the Greatest of Dragonseeds are now empty. Once proud halls filled with beings of power and wisdom lie silent, their wise debates gone as the world they protected.

Passing the threshold, he winces as the familiar magic turns the power of hisThu'um, his voice off. Fur changed to scales, the canine body transforms into a serpentine one with four limbs. A barbed tail scrapes on the floor while wide leathery black wings flexes in reflex.

The murmurs of the grey-robed Deep Elves greet him but he paid them no heed as he approaches a large archway where a giant pale white dragon with four heads lies suspended in the world of dreams. His bulk as massive as it is, is no match for the white giant. His scales are vibrant white and silver, his form majestic to behold. His very presence thrums with power for he is power, the Dragonseed of Death, Resurrection, Power and Shadows, he is the head of their fallen order and his body bears truth to it. Eternal scars from the last war, rents of his scales, and the crusted dried blood all bear witness.

Bowing to the silent unmoving behemoth, the black dragonwolf opens his maw where a blue crystallized gem floats. Immediately one of the observing Deep Elves approached him with a bow gingerly taking the gem and walking to the edge of the arch, places it in open air. Immediately the gem shots like a bullet to the forehead of the center head which then disappears into its body.

Everyone bows as the silent power fluctuates.

"My apologies godfather for your awakening, the time has come for The Potter to break the world and remake it anew once more," growls the Dragonwolf, what is once Teddy Lupin, Dragonseed of Wolves and Werewolves.

Above, one of the heads' eyes open revealing green Draconic eyes for the first time since the arrival of the Titans.

…..

Night Elven Territory

The sound of battle is a chaotic one and something that Alextrasza, broodmother of the Red Dragon Flight and the Aspect of Life thought she is used to. She after all fought against Galakron, the massive proto-dragon with her siblings and have laid the beast down low. It is just pure luck that the giant behemoth that time is weakened, yet even in its lowly form, it is still a piece of work to deal with.

Yet now as she looks around, it is a free for all slugfest as the forces of the Burning Legion clashes against the Night Elven forces. Felguards and minions of the Burning Legion engages in melee against the Elven militia led by IIlidan Stormrage. Behind, Highborne mages raise their arms sending bouts of arcane magic fueled by Fel to the lines of the Night Elves. The latter counter s this by makeshift war-machines firing massive glaives and fire with archer support. Tyrande Whisperwind leads this part of the group as Malfurion, their overall commander leads the defenses against the flying monstrosities of the Legion. Druids, and whatever magician and sorcerer at their side clashes against them trying to make sure that the enemy doesn't maintain air dominance against them.

Meanwhile the dragons under her command (or whatever that is left after Neltharion sends most of them flying to the four-corners of Azeroth), serve as living tanks trying to prevent the Legion from overrunning the hapless Night Elves.

Alexstrasza roars as she breathes fire at a Pit Lord sending the thing running away in pain before squashing a group of Fel Hounds trying to claw her feet. Around her she can feel the last of her children brave enough (or stupid enough) to fight also trying to cover her flanks and prevent them from being overrun.

Yet Alexstrasza knows that despite the valiant effort of everyone, they are currently losing. The Pit Lords and their minions are making another massive push on their center and despite the bravery put up by Illidan and his gathered militia, they are slowly trampled one by one.

A powerful boom makes Alexstrasza turn to see another army of Treants and Ancients rise up from the ground facing the enslaved Elementals of the Highborne against their right flank. She can see Ysera, her younger sister blazing with power as she spends massive amounts of magical energy to fuel the woodland beings.

Currently it is only her and Ysera, the only two Aspects remaining in the battlefield. Malygos and Nozdorum gets the shockwave caused by the Dragon Soul, courtesy of Neltharion right in the face alongside with most of their broods. Malygos is probably somewhere in Azeroth heavily injured while the Bronze has been blasted back to the tunnels of time.

Speaking of which, Alexstrasza winces as five bronze dragons fell to the sky for attempting to subdue Neltharion by themselves. The Aspect of the Earth has a shit eating grin on his humanoid form as he wields the power of the Dragon Stone bluntly crushing Night Elves, Dragons and Demons alike in his path. Behind him, the Black Dragonflight supports him tearing and burning to pieces all.

Alexstrasza grits her teeth at the threeway slugfest. Neltharion might be a third party that is an enemy to all but it is Alexstrasza's side that is losing. After all, unlike the Burning Legion, they don't have a near infinite number of minions. Every Night Elf dead on the battlefield is an irreplaceable soldier in the next battle. If she can get the Dragon Stone back from her traitor brother, she would be able to turn this war around and at least give the dragons a fighting chance to get back in the fight.

With her decision, finally find Alexstrasza roars her challenge and fury at the direction of Neltharion before charging. Tyrande, bless her soul must have deducted her intention for with a yell she summoned a massive Starlight, calling the power of Elune raining down against their foes. A plethora of angry Red Dragons also come to her support as they crush everyone on their path.

The Starlight clears most of the Burning Legion minions but Alexstrasza led the charge. She twirls and she whirls ripping apart Black Dragons smaller than her, the iron taste of their blood splashing her claws and fangs. Every swipe is a dead dragon, every breathe of fire is a roasted Pit Lord. A large brrodmother of the Black Dragonflight attemtps to black her path by breathing fire at her point blank. The Life-binder though in a feat of magical display transformed mid-charge into her Elven form to avoid the fire. Her gauntleted fist blazed with red fire before it slams home into the chest of the Black Dragon exploding her heart from the inside.

She is about to continue her own charge before a powerful force connects with her bare navel making the Life-Binder curl into a V mid-air as her ribs cracked at the attack. Her eyes widen and for a moment she blacks out as her back hits the ground hard. Another hard stomp connects with her stomach again and this time she can't stop the ungodly screech as her draconic bones fail to prevent the damage. It is followed by another and another that the iron coppery taste of her own lifeblood fills her lips. Binding magic she can feel crawling all over her form and her glowing eyes glare at the form of her brother looking down smug at her.

"Pity, behold the Dragon Queen in all her glory," mocks Neltharion raising the Dragonstone above her stopping three Red Dragons rushing to her rescue flat out.

"Traitor! You're never going to get away with this!" hisses Alexstrasza spitting out blood at the boot of her brother in his bulky human avatar.

"But I already am little sister. Or did you forget who has the most power right now o the two of us?" he cups her chin with his fingers before a stinging smack slams into her right cheek nearly snapping her to unconsciousness at the force of the blow. The punch of Neltharion feels like someone has taken a stone and smacked her in the face.

Again and again he pummeled her head and Alexstrasza groans as she can feel, and hear nothing but the pained grunts she is making and her entire head ringing. Already all that her eyes can see is a blood haze nearly blinding her as she is pummeled to smithereens on the ground. It is almost an eternity before the pummeling stops and Alexstrasza can do nothing but gasp there in the ground defeated. She knows that if she looks in the mirror, her avatar's fair visage would be non-existent. Her nose is completely broken and several of her teeth have been jabbed down her throat making breathing hard. She can feel pools of blood oozing from her ears.

"Look, the queen of dragons defeated in battle!" declares Neltharion ripping off her chest piece and undercovers declaring her shame and defeat as he grabs her by the head and raises her bloody form mid-air. She can hear the cheers of the Burning Legion and the Black Dragonflight at her demise and she can feel the despair rush over her allies at her being in display.

"LEXY!" the outraged voice of Ysera can be heard beyond the din of the battlefield making the beating heart of Alexstrasza panic. If Ysera tries to save her, she would be subjected to the same humiliation and defeat as that of her. She tries to shout out but all that comes from her ruined lips is a pained grunt.

Then she feels it, a rumble. As the Aspect of Life she is rather sensitive to her power. Ironically though, this part of her also makes her extremely aware of her polar opposite, Death. In fact she can feel death as much as she can make life. It is actually a curiosity for her always.

So when she feels a miasma of Death rising from underground like a whale attempting to breach the waters. Her nature takes over.

Alexstrasza is not as well-versed as mind communication magic as Malygos, the Aspect of Magic. However when desperation comes to push and shove, she finds out that she can perform rather well.

"EVERYBODY RUN!" her mental shout snaps into every Night Elf and Dragon (that is on their side). The force behind her shout is so powerful that no one dares disobey.

Other than Ysera of course.

"LEXY!" the Green Aspect shouts her name in outrage and care making Alexstrasza wish she can bonk the green dragon for her recklessness but hug her to death also due to her willingness to save her.

She can only weakly struggle under Neltharion's group as she can feel the traitor extend the power of the Dragon Soul to her approaching sister.

Then she feels it, the miasma of Death finally reach the surface at full peak.

"GET OUT!" she once more mentally commands with the last of her strength to the stragglers within the blast zone snapping them to double time it.

Blurry eyes, wounded and weak, she sees it. A smug looking Neltharion suddenly goes flying as the very earth he is standing on explodes in a combination of lava and flying rocks. Her frame goes flying also and she find herself in a ragdoll free fall before the gentle claws of her sister grab her mid-air. Below she can hear more explosions and she averts her head to see more explosions, the very landscape turning into a giant volcano as Burning Legion minions and Black Dragons try to escape only to fail the coming apocalypse. She can espy Neltharion, now in Dragon form trying to control the Earth to stop whatever calamity that is occurring to no avail. An almighty roar rents the very fabric of the air as a four-headed beast rise, burning lava and rocks clinging to it. Neltharion raises the Dragon Soul to it only for the one heads to spew a yellow lightning bolt that impacts the stone then rips through Neltharion's form ripping off scales and flesh, the Black Dragon screaming in mortal agony as his entire lower jaw explodes in a gout of flesh and blood.

The last thing that Alexstrasza sees as she lost consciousness is the form of a giant four headed monstrosity of a golden and red dragon bigger than her raising its wings and heads in a bizzare explosion of lightning storm that engulfs all.