I do not own Harry Potter or Firebreather . (Though I wish I did.)

A deer. That was anticlimactic. It bounded through the trees across the clearing, eyes wide, and whites showing in fear. It raced, legs churning for faster and faster movement until it ghosted out of sight.

The men dropped the tenseness of their bodies at the sight, their fear seeming rather ridiculous in hindsight.

But then a foot stepped into the clearing, followed by a clothed leg. White stood stark against the brownish green forest background, age showed around the normally twinkling eyes, age showing in every wrinkle like the rings within a tree. They were of such a number that the normally youthful Dumbledore looked like an old man, and every step was slow and measured as if it pained him.

Harry always knew that Dumbledore was old, but it wasn't often that he really understood it. Dumbledore was an old man, if not in spirit, then in body. This night, he looked his century in age.

He walked slowly out, but a pale hand reached forward to place it reassuringly on the old wizard's shoulder when he stumbled a bit only to hastily tear away as if it had been burned by the contact.

He just knew who that belonged to.

Confirming his suspicions, out came the potion master, eyes as black as hair, and his hair as greasy as his heart. Eyes stuck in their perpetual glare, he eyed the others at the scene moodily and wearily, as if expecting violence, while the Dumbledore just straightened out of his weary slump and waved off his comrade's nervousness.

Snapes tensing caught his eye however, and Harry noticed that Snape was gritting his teeth while gripping his left arm. Hard. Dumbledore's eyes didn't show any expression for the slight widening of his eyes, and the darkening of his face. Shuffling into the clearing, he nodded to the Minister only to greet them with a quiet, "Mr. Scrimgeour, Mr. Macnair," here a pause, before, "Mr. Weasley… I believe your mother is quite worried about you."

This made Percy take on a slightly affronted look, "Look you madman! You have no right to speak to me about such things!" Scrimgeour moved his hand in front of Percy, "Percy. Stop. "He turned to Dumbledore and held out his hand to shake, "Dumbledore, it has been a while."

"It has, Rufus."

"I hear you're a wanted criminal Dumbledore? I would have never thought that you would be one."

"It would appear so, wouldn't it?" He let loose a chuckle.

Percy just couldn't seem to let it go, "You are a wanted criminal! Don't chuckle as if it is some joke to be brushed off! The Ministry is hunting for you this very second!"

Dumbledore turned to Percy, amusement in the lines of his face, "But, it appears that they have found me, have they not?" He said gesturing to the Minister and his entourage.

Percy blushed the same shade as his hair.

Dumbledore turned to the Minister, "So Rufus, if I may get to the point, you are here, because you noticed the disturbance with young Harry did you not?"

His eyes narrowed in on Dumbledore's face, "That is correct." Stiffly he continued, "And have you noticed the strange creature in his general presence?"

Dumbledore's face was somber once more, and he turned to Harry's hiding spot.

"Aaaahhhh that is much easier explained than you would expect…..Harry my boy."

His eyes focused on Harry,

"Please do come out."

Here Harry was skeptical of the Minister's reaction, as Dumbledore seemed to already know more than he did. But that wasn't anything new. But he trusted Dumbledore's judgment to keep him alive, if not more than his own judgment.

So, stowing his reservations he climbed slowly out of the ditch, eyes shifting from side to side watching the others around him. One foot in front of the other, until he stood in plain view.

"…Dumbledore, I can't see anything. Are you sure that there isn't just a problem with the location spells?"

"…No Rufus, it is just the lack of light. Harry, you can see us just fine can't you?"

"…Yeah." Since he was directly addressed he felt like he should speak. It was only one more step from stepping out.

Immediately Scrimgeour pulled out his wand and lit the tip. His eyes widened in the unflattering light.

Immediately Macnair started waving his wand, preparing to cast a spell.

Dumbledore turned and in an uncharacteristic show of anger, yelled, "STOP RIGHT NOW!"

This caught the other men off guard, and Percy was left staring dumbly at whatever creature stood before him. Dumbledore turned back to Harry, and beckoned forward.

"Harry, my boy. Let me see you." His voice betrayed his concern, and Harry was just as unsure as before. He felt skittish, that rather than standing there being ogled he should be running. That or attacking those that posed as a threat. He could already feel a growl hitching in his throat and his teeth baring in protest to the others actions.

The idea was so opposite of his normal state of mind that it boggled him. He had never had this reaction to other people before. This one was almost….animalistic. That coupled with the feeling that he would most likely be just as fine on four legs, as two, made him feel rather uncomfortable.

Harry could only imagine what they were seeing. A young man, monstrous in form. Bone-like horns coming out of the side of his head, teeth sharp and dangerous, with claws sticking out of the sides of his slightly scaly and purplish arms. Claws tipped his hands and his eyes were undoubtedly slit. He was taller than he was before, meaning his jeans ended above his ankles, and his shirt was almost completely shredded by two long spines along his back. Ridges stretched along his shoulders to his chest, with a long stretch along his spine. In the center of his chest was a dark green and slightly purplish gem, it sparked with inner fire.

That was what he knew physically, he could feel it. But he didn't know what he looked like. He felt like it would be pretty bad.

The Minister spoke, "Dumbledore…. What is that that thing?"

Harry was still tense, he could feel the killing intent from the Macnair guy. He was eyeing Harry as if he wanted to kill him for existing. Heck, he probably did.

"That, Mr. Minister, is your 'Chosen One' Harry Potter."

Eyes went wide. "By Jove, what… what happened to him?"

"He seems to have awoken some sort of heritage, through some kind of magical means. Tell me, Harry, have you done anything unusual lately?"

"Well… I might have maybe, tried to becomeanAnimagus?"The last part came out in a rush, as he was afraid of reprisal, but that more than anything seemed to calm the Minister down.

"Oh, so it's just a botched Animagus attempt? No big deal, you just have to reverse it. A little time at Saint Mungos and you are right as rain."

"Not so, Rufus. The Anigmagus transformation seemed to be a stimulant, and this seems to be more of a natural state."

Snape chose this moment to remind everyone of his presence. "So Potter, you have gone and ruined things again, haven't you? I'm not surprised, with you being as incompetent as you are. I guess the little freak looks like he is, hmmm? Much like your father."

Dumbledore looked at him disapprovingly, "Severus!"

Harry couldn't help it. He snapped.

"YOU BASTARD" as he lunged forward fire dripped from his jaws like blood, flowing out with the exhale of his shout. He lunged forward claws for the throat of his old professor, who could only stand there unprotected with wide eyes. They didn't show any fear however, and that was what saved his teachers life. Harry knew that if he tried to run, nothing would have stopped him from running after him and turning him into a bloody pile of flesh.

He looked with wide eyes at the slightly flushed man across from him, who seemed resigned to the claws lightly touching the thin skin across his jugular. And he was this close from killing someone out of hate. "You bastard." This was whispered.

Then suddenly a shout came from the side, attracting the attention of those gathered. A woman with crazy hair and mad eyes stood at the edge watching with amusement along with those of her companions. They wore cloaks of werewolf skin with masks etched out of bone. She let out a lazy grin and a green light shot of her wand in their direction, aiming for Dumbledore only to have it dodged as Severus threw Dumbledore to the side. This earned him a glare, which he readily ignored to fight with the other two she had arrived with.

At that she ran forward, battle scream tearing itself from her lips as she threw herself at the first person in her way, the Minister, and she stabbed her wand forward like a blade, grinning in satisfaction as it hit its mark in the Minister's side and dug in deep, drawing blood. There was a slight sheen around the wand, in the shape of an invisible blade, and it only became visible as she drew it out slick with blood, revealing a wicked stiletto surrounding her wand. She raised it to her lips licking the blood away, before removing the rest with a practiced flick of the wrist. Seeing the Minister drop to the ground, she ran at Percy, going for the kill.

Harry seeing this, couldn't stop the red haze from his eyes. Not another important person was going to die in front of him. Not when he could do something about it. Even as traitorous as the bratty man was, he was Ron's brother, and therefore family. So he dove forward grabbing Bellatrix Lestrange around the waist and throwing her and him over the ditch he was hiding in before.

He wondered if his wand was still in his back pocket, and if he time to check. Unlikely.

So until he got the chance to look, it seemed as if it was a hand to hand fight. With a roaring growl of challenge, he pushed the blades along his arm against her side, trying to gain some ground as she struggled beneath his newly muscled height. But she had experience and magic on her side, and she had quickly managed to squirm out from under him with a nicely timed kick to the groin, leaving him groaning in pain on the ground. He tried to stand up, but only found him facing her wand and apparent death.

Until he felt something in the distance.

It called to something in him, something that called for revenge and the spilling of blood. For revenge on the puny human that dared rise up against something like him.

Leaning back slightly to glare at the woman in front of him, he took a deep breath, and she smiled in anticipation. Then he breathed out, and happened wasn't what he was expecting. Flames a dark blood red came right at her face, baring flesh down the bone in her arms, with which she had tried to cover her face to no avail. She fell, screaming in flailing as the fire continued to burn without stop. As the acrid smell of burning flesh filled the air, blisters formed, and dark blood ran in what seemed like streams.

It wasn't enough.

Not when so much blood stained her dainty hands.

So he leaned forward till he was on all fours on the ground and felt his body shift. He was comfortable on all fours, teeth long and sharp, ready for biting and tearing, hair laying long against his back, gem studded against his chest and flames writhing around it. Spines ready to rend and cut. He was ready and able to kill. So without a thought, he leaped forward onto the screaming woman, and clawed and cut and bit until the meat bag under him didn't move anymore. He could only satisfy the anger that remained by breathing fire onto the remains until nothing was left.

Only then, did his ire leave.

And his humanity took the forefront once more.

What… what the?

Battles were still raging on around him, but he was still in shock. He had murdered someone. Brutally. With his teeth and claws and flames. Snape shot spells, while Dumbledore tried to heal the aggrieved Minister.

Macnair was nowhere to be seen, and the Death Eaters seemed to have gone up in number. Percy was with Dumbledore, and for all of his animosity earlier, seemed to be accepting help in saving the Minister's life.

But as the another Death Eater went down, the sound of thumping filled the air, and the sound of breaking trees echoed towards them rapidly. Fighting stopped, as those turned to face this new threat, always mindful of the enemies around them.

It was getting closer, THUMP THUMP… THUMP THUMP THUMP.

He could see the trees closest to him getting stopped by something. There were larger trees than were there… Oh.

He moved his gaze more skywards. There, standing on what he thought were aged tree trunks, was a creature of unimaginable proportions. It... kind of reminded himself of him. But bigger. And with slightly different coloring. And much scarier.

Dumbledore's voice reached them, clearly in the night, for all of the noise. "-Kaiju."

The large gold eye that seemed like the Sun at night turned to peer down at them, head tilted to the side to see them better. It stood and rose to full height, more humanoid in shape rather than the dragon-dog appearance.

"So, my son. You appear to have figured out more than your brother did on your own." The gravelly voice broke the shocked silence.

Wooh. That took forever to write. Enjoy!