The dragon chuckled as he watched the wizards panic, currently in human form and looking through a scrying portal. It was just so humorous to see them run about at the loss of the 'boy who lived'. None more so than Dumbledore himself. It seemed to be in genuine concern, rather than any malicious plan or such.
This was a point for the human, the dragon(robots)-in-disguise mused to himself as he lightly tapped the arm of the chair he sat in. There were so many ways to handle this now. One was to simply wait for his childs and her new friend/adopted brother to receive their letters, let that all go on naturally.
Another avenue he could take would be to use Harry as leverage to finally make the idiotic wizards pull their heads outta their asses and just accept modern society already. The more they denied technological advancement, the less chance they had withstanding against it when eventually the muggles found them.
For the third he could just arrive in Dragon form, but that tended to make everyone more panicked and really get nothing done, so that third avenue of approach was discarded immediately as he thought it.
There was a fourth thing he could do, simply walking in and making them obey over threat of removing their magic, as is his right since it's not theirs at all and it's his, if a miniscule portion, so much so that any technology devised against them wouldn't work on him through sheer scaling and density alone.
He supposed he could just go to Albus and have a chat, but that young fool just tended to accidentally fuck things up in unintended ways. Not that they stayed like that for long, but it was simply annoying to the dragon having to help fix it nearly every time.
This all made him chuckle as he remembered a prank he'd played on the wizards. The 'deathly hallows' weren't made from death in the least. He wouldn't go near the wizards with a twenty thousand foot pole, even with the strong magic the dragon had gifted him upon creation. All the Hallows really did was when brought together was make them slightly stronger by bouncing their magical energies off one another for a boost.
Ultimately, he decided to do nothing. Feeling like a bit of a short nap, only a few years or so, he did some magic. He made a magical nanny that was indiscernible from a human, gave it a decent lifespan, and then set it off to use what powers he granted it to make sure Harry and Betty went to school and did what they were supposed to.
Meanwhile, he went outside and, after turning back into his giant dragon form, he curled up and decided to sleep. When Harry was about 15 should be a long enough nap for him. Hey, I never said he was a GOOD dad. He's a fucking dragon, what did you expect?
While he slept, life proceeded as normal for the two children… until the day their letters arrived. Betty saw the owls and grinned, before looking at her brother who sighed, knowing by that grin alone that she was up to no good.
Betty kindly asked the owl to stay for a moment, before writing down a reply on the back. It simply read 'why should we go to your back-bitcher institute, when Daddy can teach us everything?'. Betty made sure that Harry didn't see the letter, no cursies for him!, before sending it off after giving the owl a rat to eat… that had somehow gotten down to the house. No one knew how.
This set off a string of letters being sent back and forth, with Betty teasing the people of hogwarts with curses and such, and them insisting the two come to hogwarts. Eventually, Betty relented, if only to get to cause more trouble in front of them instead of from far away.
Two minutes later…
The two soon arrived at Diagonally, I mean, Diagon Alley with a couple of guards. They looked like normal no-face black suits from insert generic movie here, but had wands that, together, matched the Not-so Elder Wand. The dragons was MUCH older.
After the group proceeded to Gringgots bank, Betty and Harry went up to a random goblin. "I want to access my daddy's vault," Betty said to the goblin, producing a shining platinum key with every precious gem imaginable in it. And some that aren't. Like a tiny bit of non-radioactive kryptonite.
The goblin stared, gobsmacked for a couple of seconds, before hurrying over. "Y-yes, your highness," the goblin said quietly, bowing a little before ushering them into the caves that held the vaults. One safety inspection failing roller coaster ride later, they were presented with a vault… that took up an entire 9,001 foot high and 18,002 ft wide wall. And it was locked up tighter than a nun's ass. Made of bedrock.
After presenting the key, and waiting 3-5 minutes for the various locks, safety measures, and other random security, it finally started opening… which took another 5, because the door was so. Fucking. BIG!
"Wow, if I didn't know how big Daddy was I'd think he was compensating for something," Betty commented innocently, making Harry put his head in his hands and the goblin to sputter. "What? He's a giant dragon! Get your minds out of the gutters!"
"Blimey, Betty," Harry mumbled while the goblin could only sputter a little more. After everyone composed themselves, (except for a snickering Betty) they went in the vault… it had everything. Literally everything.
Betty saw a pink scythe, looking just for her height and build and grabbed it. At her touch, the scythe changed into a little pink blob creatures that smiled at her and nuzzled her cheek.
Betty felt a strange magic enter her that felt… pink? Deciding to see what it was later, she instead got to the reason they were here. They needed some money. After a quick explanation from the goblin, they grabbed a bit of money they needed, along with a bit of splurging money.
After a bit of buying, Harry started to go to Ollivanders but was stopped by Betty. "Daddy made us wands already, remember?" She asked him with a boop to the nose. Betty brought out said wands, Harry having forgotten his.
The dragon had made them before going to sleep, and had used a bit of time magic to send them to the future, because he was silly. He'd included it into a note he left with the nanny before falling asleep.
Betty's was 8' long, and Harry's was 7.5' long. Having their books and stuff, the two returned home, Betty insisting that they study a certain mind magic… barely missing Dumbledore after he went to the alley.
After around a month or two, the two went to school via the Hogwarts Express, the two taking a cabin for themself and Betty putting up a ward against people in general from entering it. She didn't a certain weasel-y redhead here…
Skip to when Harry is 15…
It was a hectic couple years. After killing the troll, the snake, Harry surviving the Triwizard Tournament, name clearing of Sirius Black, it was now their fifth year at hoggywarters. All of the bullies hated Betty for interfering (and humiliating) them. Things seemed to stay 'on course' timeline wise, mostly, with small deviations.
Unfortunately… this caused the pink thing to come to Hogwarts. And during the first Defense Class… Betty got in trouble for defending Harry. No One believed him about Voldyshorts, except for Betty that is.
Let's just say… shots were fired. Like commenting on how they should learn defense against 'dirty half breeds' like Umbridge. Everyone had laughed. Now, however, Betty was in Umbitches office and had to write 'I will not lie' with a special quill Umbridge had given her.
The moment a single drop of blood was put on that paper, far away and under the desert, a mountain sized dragons eyes opened. Roaring loudly, so much so the whole world heard it, the dragon teleported out from his cave and flew towards Hogwarts, rage in his eyes.
Umbridge, who had been startled by the roar and was now on the floor where she was on her ass, Betty turned to her. "Daddy's very angry," She said with a menacing smile on her otherwise adorable face.
"W-what do you-" Before a arm shot through the wall, taking the rest of the, currently uninhabited by human or painting alike, tower 'down'. The rubble floated a bit, while outside screams were heard as Umbitch was picked up by the arm and taken out of the room.
"Hi Daddy, I see you're up!" She said as the dragon flew up higher, staring down at the doomed witch in his hand.
"Dolores Umbit- Umbridge. You have harmed my child." The dragon thought to her neutrally, simply because if he'd had spoken she would have died by intense dragon-morning breath. It had a hint of napalm in it.
"A-a-a-and w-w-who would t-t-that be?" The scared bit-I mean wi-, no I mean bitch. Definitely Bitch. The scared bitch asked, trembling in his finger. Didn't even need the whole hand… or finger. Just a follicle of it could do really.
"Betty." The dragon replied simply, making the witch pale. "Because of this transgression, and numerous others you have committed in your life I have seen after searching your mind, I hereby strip both you and your family line of all magic and talent, little though it may be, and sentence you to life as, not a squib, but as a muggle for the rest of your days," The dragon intoned, eyes flashing in power. Before Umbitch could utter a single word or denial or at all really, she felt… empty, for lack of a better word as magic started to avoid her like the plauge.
Now, of course, with Hogwarts anti-muggle wards, this caused her to be, after the dragon dropped her, flung outside of Hogwarts and deposited somewhere else, most of her life gone from her mind.
Huffing in satisfaction, the dragon felt something bounce off it's armoured and scaled hide. Turning in confusion, he saw Harry and Betty trying to get his attention with a flare gun, the teachers trying to stop them.
Looking down, the dragon shifted. This made him look like a giant silver lightshow as the energy spiraled down, forming into his human form, plus wings, claws, essentially draconic limbs with a human chest and head.
"And what do you two want, my children?" He asked as he ruffled their hair.
Betty's first response would be to shift. "Ohh, you know, just wanted to tell you about our first five years since you were napping, Daddy!" She said as she rocked back and forth on her heels.
Looking out the corner of his eye and seeing the teachers approaching, the dragon casually waved a hand and froze them completely, both physically and mentally in time. The students were watching, both scared and in awe for the first years at the super-god dragon. Looking over to the side, Betty saw them and waved. "Hi everyone, meet my daddy, the source of your magic and Dragon God!" She said cheerfully.
Half of the student body fainted right then and there. The other half was again split between getting the fuck out of there, getting on their knees, or just standing there like idiots. The weasly's were all part of the latter.
Hermione, a friend the two had made, came up to them. "This is your father?" She asked incredulously. Betty nodded, doing her best impression of the troll face.
"Hello, little bookworm," The currently human dragon said mirthfully. The young woman groaned and put her head in her hands.
"Not another one…" She mumbled to herself. Betty may or may not of nearly driven her insane first year before learning how to back off a little. A small little.
"Well, this school seems… unfitting for you two. Let's go home, I'll teach you from now on," The dragon said as he put his hands on their shoulders.
"Wait, we don't wanna leave our friends here!" Betty denied immediately.
"The bookworm can come too," He said dismissively. Hermione may or may not have orgasmed at the thought of learning magic straight from the source… literally.
Betty frowned. "What about the teachers?" She asked.
"I'll leave a note," He replied rather dismissively. Understandably so, considering his default form is a mountain sized dragon immune to any means of harm this universe, or even some of the ones close to it, could devise.
And with that, a letter was made, another sent and the three students and a dragon teleported, the teachers were freed and the dragon and children were at his house to learn better magic.
Sorry if this was bad I had a headache while writing it.