Notes:

1) I don't own Harry Potter or the Inheritance Cycle series, I'm just playing in the sandbox.

2) This is part one of the Dragon Riders series I'll be doing.

3) The dimension that the dragons and angels live in is called Minore.

4) This story will includeDumbledore, Molly, Ron, and Ginny bashing, powerful!Harry, grey!Harry, slightly good!Voldemort and 'creature' appreciation.

Notes 2.0:

1) The italics/bold at the end I got from the book.

2) I hope you enjoy this!


Description

During the summer he gets his Hogwarts letter, Harry stumbles across a shiny gold rock while running from Dudley and his gang. Fascinated with it, he picks the rock up and takes it home. Soon after, Harry finds out that it's actually a dragon's egg when it hatches into a rod gold baby dragon. The baby dragon immediately leaves a white mark called a gedwëy ignasia on the boy's hand, marking him as a dragon rider. Than, on his eleventh birthday, Harry gets a strange visitor. He meets the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts, Minerva McGonagall nee McGraw, who's there to give Harry his letter.


Prologue

The sun is rising on the early morning of November 1st in 1981 as a brown tabby cat strides down the sidewalk of one Private Drive in Little Whinging. It's tail swings rather leisurely behind it, curled at the top. The people there pay the cat no attention, believing it's just a normal cat walking by. How that is not so.

Settled directly between the shoulder blades of the cat are two dark brown, nearly black wings. The feathers are neatly groomed, the wings they're connected to lying comfortably on the patterned fur underneath them. Surrounding the cat's eyes are the markings of what seems like a pair of squared glasses, the eyes a dark blue in color.

The cat is better known as Professor Minerva McGonagall nee McGraw, the deputy headmistress, head of Gryffindor, and Transfiguration teacher of Hogwarts, the United Kingdom's only school of witchcraft and wizardry (or Minnie, to a select close few). To every witch and wizard of the world, she's just a nicely aging half blood witch, wingless and completely normal. To an entire realm of people, she's known as an angel and true mate of one of the princes of the angel kingdom.

Minerva quietly strides over to the low bearing garden wall of 4 Privet Drive and jumps onto it, promptly sitting down where she stands. Her tail curls around her feet as she straightens up, eyes staring at the front door of the house, pupils narrowing to vertical slits.

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Several hours have already passed since she had taken her post on the small wall, and the three inhabitants of the house have been spotted at least once. Vernon Dursley, a whale of a man, had tried to shoo her away that morning as he left for work. Petunia Dursley nee Evans, the man's wife that closely resembles that of a gangly stick, had barely spared the cat a second glance as she headed over to the neighbor's and back with their son. And finally, Dudley Dursley, a rather large one year old that swings his fists widely around in the air and hits his mother in the process, screaming his head off every few minutes.

Beside her, laying on the ground is a large and grim-like dark grey dog, who had joined her close to an hour ago, a soft snoring sound filling the air as he lay in the sun. Like Minerva's smaller cat form, the dog has two large wings (though a dotted grey in color) attached to its back between the large shoulder blades, both partially spread out around the large, twitching form. It's a well known fact among the wizarding world that he's a prince among angel kind, Samael McGonagall is also one of the new Mythical Courts teachers at Hogwarts along with being an ambassador for his kingdom. It was also noted that he took an interest in a certain deputy headmistress roughly thirty years back. The other teachers and all of the students were snickering when he finally got the nerve to ask her to date him twenty years ago. They had gotten engaged five years after that and had finally tied the knot the year after his proposal.

A small smile crosses the tabby's face as she spares a glance at her partner, the car of the older male Dursley pulling into the parking space, the man's face a purple color as he stares at the low wall. Minerva narrows her eyes at the state he's in, leveling a small glare towards the fat man. Dursley huffs, getting out of his car and slamming the door closed before heading towards the front door. As he stomps past, Dursley tries to shoo what he sees as a cat away a second time. Unfortunately for him, his stomping woke up Samael, who starts to growl as soon as he sees the giant whale near him and his 'better half.'

Dursley backs away quickly, fear crossing his fat features. He rushed to the front door, quickly unlocking it and slamming it close behind him. Samael huffs in amusement at the human's reaction, leaning his head against his paws. Minerva generally likes a paw, rubbing it against her head with an ear flick. This might take a while.

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The setting sun was a welcome relief by the McGonagall couple, though it was soon trounced upon by a familiar face to the angelic pair. The aged face of Albus to-many-middle-names Dumbledore appears at the end of the drive, something similar to a silver cigarette lighter soon appearing in his wrinkled hands. The older of the pair frowns in confusion as the cap is flipped open, the nearest light to the human going out with a single motion. Unlike her husband, Minerva immediately knows what it is: a deluminator.

With all of the lights now out, the old man heads down the drive with two pairs of eyes watching him. He stops in front of Number 4, settling down on the low wall without sparing either animal a glance. He doesn't spare the cat a glance before speaking to it.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall." He turned to smile at the tabby, but it wasn't sitting there anymore. Instead, he's smiling as a stern-looking woman with glasses that are the same shape of the markings surrounding the cat's eyes. Like him she was also wearing clothes like the old human, though emerald in color, black hair pulled back into a bun.

"How did you know it was me?" she asks.

"My dear professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."

"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," Minerva states.

"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here."

"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she mutters impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no - even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerks her head towards the living room window of the Dursley's house. "I heard it. Flocks of owls… shooting stars… Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent - I bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."

"You can't blame them," Dumbledore tells her gently. "We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years."

"I know that, nut that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors." She throws a sharp glance towards her companion, for a hint of his thoughts, but sees nothing. Not seeing anything, her gaze turns to the canine beside them. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"

"It certainly seems so," Dumbledore says. "Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"No, thank you," Minerva coldly responds, thinking that this wasn't the moment for lemon drops. "As I sat, even if You-Know-Who has gone-"

"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this 'You-Know-Who' nonsense - for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort."

"Better yet, why not his birth name: Tom?" a male voice asks, preventing Minerva from having to fake a flinch.

Standing next to the pair, right where the dog had lain, a winged man sternly watches the human's face for any hint of a reaction. His hair is curly and shoulder length, the color the same dark grey as the dog's fur. The wings are curled around his back, dotted grey feathers shuffling in the cold air.

Dumbledore gaps up at him, shocked to see him there. "Ambassador?" The old man asks, eyes wide as the usually every present twinkle disappears. Samael nods, stepping forward as his grey eyes meet head on with the human's, flicking away the probe he feels on his mental shields.

"That is his birth name, is it not? Tom?" Dumbledore nods, closing his mouth. He looks away from the swirling grey, eyes going to the house behind them.

Samael sighs, shaking his head as he turns away and towards Minerva. "I'm sorry, honey, but I have to go. My aunt called and she needs some help." Minerva nods, lightly brushing a hand across the wing that reaches out to her. With a wave of his hand, a rip in the air next to him appears. Stepping through it, he gives the woman a small smile before disappearing into the blackness as the rip closes.

Good riddance, Dumbledore thinks as he leaves, turning to Minerva. With her back turned, he pulls out his wand, pointing it towards the woman. If she's not in the way, his plans for young Harry can easily be done.