The cave had changed quite a bit in five years. It had essentially been childproofed twenty times over, with the walls and such having been replaced with magic ones that made it essentially a large bouncy castle. The small Betty had protested this, but her adorable denials had done nothing to move the ancient dragon.
There was also a small house in the cave now, also childproof, that was essentially if someone took a stereotypical american home from the 80s and plopped it down in the cave… which may or may not of been what the dragon had actually done. People still wonder how it happened.
Right now it was Betty's first day of kindergarten… and she was pouting. "But I dun nweed to go to schwool!" Betty adorably protested to her father figure, because what else would the dragon have become in the five years the two had spent together.
"And you can honestly tell me your baby mind managed to remember everything?" The dragon challenged. Even with a bit of magic, a baby's mind just wasn't supposed to handle a adults memories and mindscape, and thus a lot of information had been erased to protect baby Betty. Things like sex, potty training, and all of that. Especially History, Science, and Math.
Of course this just meant she needed to go back to square one school wise, and that meant starting from kindergarten. Betty looked down and kicked at the ground a little, knowing she couldn't convince her adopted father of this. As the dragon thought this, he teleported, not that pitiful human version apparated, to the school.
"Well, you have fun… and don't make me come back within at least half the day," He said to Betty. She simply smiled and said 'no pwomises'. She is the most adorably frustrating thing in this world.
As soon as she was in and the dragon saw no one, he turned into a little butterfly. The reason was this was that no one wanted to kill a butterfly. Flying up to the door, the now butterfly blinked inside and stealthily made my way to my little girls classroom.
She was dressed in essentially a child version of her original clothes, pink skirt, purple on the top and pink on the bottom sweater, purple stockings and brown boots. Her hair was brown as well, and He'd even gone so far as to enchant it for her to have pink highlights.
Another thing that immediately drew my attention was the boy she was sitting next to. He had black hair, green eyes, glasses, hand-me-down torn clothing… and a lightning bolt shaped scar on his head that oozed vileness.
The child that Betty sat next to looked nervous. The reason was this was shortly found when he turned and saw what he first thought to be a pig in human clothing, before realising that it was just a very fat kid. He was so disgusting the dragon wouldn't bother to describe him more beyond the fact he was glaring at the dragons daughter and the boy she was sitting next to.
Betty seemed to not care for the glares she was being given, making me inwardly smirk as the disguised dragon fluttered around the classroom, keeping a careful eye on them class seemed to go normally for most of the day, whether because of Betty's presence or something else he didn't know.
She even seemed to be on good behaviour, though it was suspected she was bringing the teacher into a false sense of security. Betty was pretty much never this good. She only really was good when she had something up her sleeve.
Fluttering a bit closer, he landed on a nearby shelf. Still a bit far to the two children, a little magic was enough to enhance his current forms hearing and allow him to, well, hear them. "Why are you sitting near me?" The child with black hair asked innocently to Betty.
"Because you are my friend now," Betty said and left no argument in her voice. Confused, but used to taking orders, the scarred child just nodded. "I'm Betty."
"M' names Harry," Harry said with a little bit of happiness in his voice. As if hearing this happiness and deciding it needed to die, three boys came, one of them the pig from earlier and two cronies.
The pig snarled. "What are you doing here, sittin next ta that freak?" The pig boy asked. Betty frowned at the pig faced child.
"I didn't sit next to you, mr pig in a wig!" Betty replied as she stuck her tongue out at the bully, blowing a raspberry at him. And there was the Betty raised by a dragon. As the class laughed, the pig faced kid's face grew red, only furthering his likeness to the farm animal.
The teacher, having been called out of class for a moment, came in just in time to see the pig kid rear his fist back and sock my little girl right in the face. The dragon knew he was dead. The only thing stopping his near death for now was Betty's minute smirk, before she teared up. "He hit me!" She sobbed out for the teacher, pointing at the pig-boy, the class having gone quiet.
The dragon watched on with amusement at his daughter's cleverness. "DUDLEY! YOU COME HERE RIGHT NOW!" The teacher yelled, the chastised boy having realized how royally he screwed up and hanging his head as he approached the teacher, getting pulled out of class to get chewed out.
He was lucky to be alive for now, because he won't be for much longer. Waiting patiently for the rest of the day to go by, with two more incidents for the cronies that were not assault on his little girl, the day was over.
Fluttering outside, he swiftly turned back into his 'human' form. Calmly walking up as Betty exit the building, he smiled gently at her. "How was your day, my little devil?" The now human formed dragon asked with a smirk. Betty stiffened, knowing that he knew something she'd done.
Betty tried to save face, putting on her most innocent face. "U-uh, w-what do you mean daddy?" She asked, stuttering and not helping herself in the least.
"Well, I notice you got a little shiner there… would you mind telling me who gave it to you?" The dragon asked, the world shivering in fear.
She squirmed a bit at his menacing voice, looking off to the side. "W-would you believe me if I s-said a pig in a wig gave me it?" She questioned her father. The father turned and saw a larger pig in human clothing, a beanpole, their offspring, and Harry just out of earshot.
"Ah. Why don't you go home sweetie… daddy needs to handle something," The dragon said. She looked about to protest, before he put a key in her hand and she was pulled away. A portkey, that is.
He knew she whined 'daddy' as he left, but he needed to do this. Walking over and surprisingly doing the same for Harry, he grabbed the three evil humans and teleported the four of them to a rocky desert.
The bigger pigs eyes widened. "Y-you're one of t-those freaks!" He exclaimed looking at the dragon.
Chuckling a bit, he looked the pig right into the eyes with his slitted ones. "No. I am the source of those 'freaks'," The godly dragon said, before unleashing his true form. All around the world, magical sensitive and not squibs and wizards, creatures and man, looked in his direction. "And you have angered me."
Not giving them a moment to react, the dragon's eyes glew an icy blue, beams shot out of them. When the beam vanished, the pigs in human clothing and everything around them for fifty yards was frozen solid. Quite impressive, considering they were in a desert and he barely tried.
Huffing in satisfaction, the dragon turned and flew towards his home as he shrunk. He'd deal with fallout as it came, not caring for the pops of wizards as they appeared where he was a moment too late.