"Why in the name of all that's rational would you even TRY something like that!" Harry yelled, "Trying to turn me into a dragon! That shouldn't even be possible!"

"Partial dragon, actually." Bianca said. " Before you say anything about it not working, take a look at yourself. A normal eight year old boy is around 3'7", give or take an inch." She deftly conjured a full length mirror in front of him, "You're what..4'2, 4'3"? Even with the fact you live with two human garbage disposals that gulp down over 95% of what's in the kitchen. And when you mentioned that time the lump you have for an uncle tried taking a belt you and you said you didn't even feel it."

Harry quietly mulled it over; it was no secret that he stuck out like a sore thumb among kids his age due to his size and somewhat bulky build, though he could happily say he was nowhere near Dudley's tubby form. He looked down at his arm; his skin had always felt a little on the leatherly side, probably why the belt didn't hurt. Vernon's failure didn't stop others, however. One of his cousin's cronies, Piers Polkiss, had thought he'd be a fun target to test his new cricket bat on a few months ago. Sodding git caught him right on the shoulder from behind with the edge of the bat.

Not only did it sting, it rightly pissed him off. He didn't exactly remember that happened until after the brief red haze left, but Polkiss was laying on the ground amongst pieces of broken wood, whimpering, upper lip split ,and scared enough to have shat himself.

He had tried to claim Harry had attacked him unprovoked, but fortunately the Polkisses didn't buy it, saying that even though he was quite large for his age, there was no way an eight year old was strong enough to tear a bat apart like that.

"Fine..let's say it's possible." He relented, "What I'd like to know is 'why?' "

"Like we said, Harry, Albus expects you sacrifice yourself to stop Voldemort. Not on our watch." Came Marcel's answer, "Plus the fact that prior to your beating him eight years ago, the performed several extremely dark rituals to enhance his abilites, sacrificing almost all his humanity in the process."

"Not that he wasn't much more than a..thing to begin with." Bianca threw in her two cents

"True. Anyway, this means he is a very formidible and extremly dangerous being. The three of us intend to help you become just as dangerous, if not more."

Harry looked at the three wizards one by one. He somewhat didn't want to believe it, but a part of him was adamant in its claims that they were telling the truth. That was the part he resigned to follow, "What'd that ritual do to me anyway?"

"The Dragon's Essence ritual was originaly used to help ensure chosen heroes stood a better chance of surviving certain ordeals they were entrusted to. Nowadays, it's almost nonexistant due to the amount of materials needed as well as outlawed in Britan since the Ministry felt it was just a waste of valuble resources and labled as 'dark'." Homnibus looked straight at him,

" 'Abscondere de draco, sit vivere arma esse praesidio: Hide of the dragon, let the living armor be your guard'.

'Sanguine et os de draco, fiat ferro et flamma fluunt per te: Blood and bone of the dragon,let steel and flame flow through you.

Cor et nervum draconem, ut potestatem bestiae cibus voluntate: Heart and sinew of the dragon, may the fury of the beast fuel your power.'

"To put the incantation bluntly, Harry, you're now infused with some of the most well-known aspects of the creature: dragon's skin is one of the strongest and most magically resistant materials known to the magic world, their bones are on par with steel with tendons and ligaments solid enough to move their huge bodies; the blood, a substance potent enough to fuel them, and the dragon's heart, a massive bit of muscle driving it all."

"Wait..are you saying I have super-strength!" Harry's face lit up slightly at the prospect, remembering a comic he heard Dudley gloat about swiping from one of the younger kids.

"In a manner of speaking. You're no Superman, mind you, but you are a good deal tougher than your peers. Along with a better than normal sense of sight, smell and hearing, though you've already experianced that, I wager."

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Sadly, this is as far as I'm able to work with this story (wondered when i'd have one of those 'it sounded better in my head' moments) Just starts sounding horrible when I try to get any farther than this, so I'm going to be putting it up for adoption to whoever wants it.

On another note, given what's happened over the last couple of weeks, i've decided to go set up shop over at AO3 and making an acct at . and moving what i can over there so in the off chance that someone does decide to report me, most of it'll be safe elsewhere.