Chapter 3

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Three weeks later Harry still hadn't figured out how Gaara had gotten here. It was two days until the students came and he wouldn't have much time to spend with the little red head. Fudge, the idiot who had still managed to be minister, had already tried to take Gaara from Hogwarts twice. Stella didn't like that. And she let Fudge know that. Fudge wouldn't be coming back for a while.

Severus had started teaching Gaara potions after he discovered Gaara's natural talent at watching a potion being done correctly and then getting it right the first time he brewed it. Along with that both Shukaku and Harry were training him. Shukaku taught him taijutsu, genjutsu, and ninjutsu. Harry was teaching him Occulomency, so he could talk to Shukaku on his own. During training, Gaara had managed to see two of Harry's memories that Harry would have rather not had to relive.

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Seventeen-year-old Harry was reading a book about the Dark Arts. After all, as the saying goes, 'Know Thy Enemy'. Hermione and Ron walked in, unknowingly to Harry. He was to engrossed in what exactly the Death Eaters could do to him if he were in a true duel with them.

"Joining the Dark Lord now Potter?" Ron growled. Harry took this in stride. Ron always spoke before thinking anyways.

"No. I'm reading about what he and his minions can do, so I can counteract it," Harry explained. Hermione snorted.

"Right. And then you can take his place as Dark Lord!" she yelled.

"No. I just want to kill him and get it over with."

"And so you practice the Dark Arts?" Ron yelled.

"No. I'm reading about them, not practicing them," Harry said. 'At least not yet,' he thought. Ron and Hermione both sneered and left the room.

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Hermione and Ron had never talked to him after that unless it was to insult him. They had eventually gotten married, but Ron was killed soon after. Hermione was now teaching both Muggle Studies and History of Magic. She glared at Harry every chance she could.

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Harry had finally found something that would help him. It was a dark ritual, but was so old that the ministry had never found any record of it and so had never banned it. Thank the gods that Alastor Moody had left everything of his to Harry when he was murdered by Death Eaters the month before. His possessions included a trunk with a library that contained every book ever written in the mother dimension and it's side dimensions, even if it was the only copy. The ritual would take four hours, and by the end of it, he would have the ability to turn into a Death Dragon.

The Death Dragon was an extinct type of dragon. It was one of the "Lord Dragons". Each Lord Dragon had powers over Life, Death, Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire respectively. The Death Dragon was covered in black scales; Life Dragon in white; Earth Dragon in brown; Water Dragon in blue; Wind Dragon in green, and Fire Dragon in fire. Each Dragon could breath it's respective element. There were only two differences. The Life Dragon could breath a white fire that would give life and the Death Dragon could breath a black fire that would kill anything it touched.

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It had been Sirius and Remus who had found Harry after the ritual had been completed and he had passed out. After taking him to the Hospital Wing and leaving him in the care of Poppy, they had left him alone. He had never found out why until Poppy had explained that Remus had smelt the Death Dragon in him and been unable to stand it. Sirius would forever follow Remus as the two were mates.

Though their betrayal had stung Harry, the Death Dragon in him had not let him get depressed about it. Remus now taught Charms while Sirius had taken over Transfigurations for Minerva.

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Gaara had, after viewing these memories, decided that he did not like Hermione, Remus, and Sirius. And therefore, he refused to be taught anything by them, meaning Harry had to teach their subjects to him. Not that that bothered Harry much. The less Harry saw of those three, the happier Harry was.

Gaara had managed to sucker Harry into showing him the Death Dragon, as it was sort of an animagus form for Harry now. The Death Dragon had studied Gaara for a few moments before deciding that Gaara was his drakeling. Harry sighed when he was back in human form. That meant that he would have to make it official. The Death Dragon wouldn't have it any other way. Harry would have to adopt Gaara. He just wasn't sure he was ready to be a dad yet.

"What did they call your dragon?" Gaara asked, shaking Harry from his thoughts.

"The people we were fighting against called me Hell's Fire Dragon because I whenever I would breath fire in my Dragon form, all hell would break loose," Harry replied.

"Oh. What did the people you were fighting for call you?"

"Demon. Monster. Evil. Quite a few things like that."

"Then why did you fight for them?"

"To prove them wrong. And I did."

As Harry watched Gaara trying to comprehend what he had just told him, Harry knew that he would, without a doubt, adopt Gaara. Now if only Gaara would accept when Harry asked.