A.N.: The first ten chapters are pretty much all scenes I've written beforehand. Now I'm just going back to them to edit and proofread.
I started this crossover with the intention of making it a oneshot, but too many scenes kept piling up. Still doing it, in fact. Gotta get it out of my system, nonetheless... I predict there's gonna be about 20 chapters in total. (Nnngh, what is my life...)
To me, this is where the more interesting stuff starts to happen. :U
Christmas was right around the corner and the entire castle was abuzz with excitement. Too bad the two guests had to stay at Hogwarts during the winter holidays. A bodyguard's job is never done.
And it should've been the worst for Jake. And it was, for a while. But surprisingly, it also wasn't.
Because the dragon just got a package during breakfast. Everyone was surprised as one owl ignored all the students and proceeded to fly towards the red scaly creature that was currently munching on an apple before flying off for his daily patrol. The dragon bit his tongue as the package was dropped right on his head, bouncing off and to the floor with a loud clacking noise.
"Ow! Hey, what gives?" The people from the nearest tables looked on curiously as he examined the delivery. It was long rather than wide and not very thick, covered in brown paper and duct tape, with a long strip of yellow paper stuck to it on top. "Hey, that's my name! And it looks like it's from home!" That got many people gaping (again). His home? His name?
The dragon didn't seem to notice the increasing whispers and fidgety crowd, too preoccupied with his mail. Using his claws, he carefully pressed a thin line to rip through the duct tape on the side. But it seemed to be taking too long, so he then closed his eyes and mumbled to himself. As he opened them once more, the ones nearest could see them glow red, with a prominent snake-like pupil.
"Woah, no freakin way!" he then exclaimed, making all the people who haven't already noticed the commotion, notice it. But the dragon did not care, too wrapped up in what he had apparently found. "But… why would Fu and gramps send me my…?" he then suddenly seemed to realize that he was making a scene in public, lifting his gaze (his eyes now back to their regular dark appearance) upwards and seeing all the people looking at him. He placed a hand behind his head, a sheepish look on his face. "Oh, sorry about that. Don't mind me."
He then focused once more on the package, claws carefully peeling off some more paper; then removing, like a pair of tweezers, two envelopes from within. He looked at the writing on them in turn before opening one and spending the next few minutes silently reading.
"YO, ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" he exclaimed, bringing the attention of the rest of the hall to him. But the dragon didn't notice this time and didn't seem to care for anything else besides what he had in front of him. He hurriedly ripped open the other envelope and quickly read what was written there too. He then stretched his scaly arms, paper in his hands, as if trying to see the bigger picture of the message on it, by looking at the letters from a distance. Mussing the green tinted spikes (hair?) from the top of his head, the creature was close to laughing out loud with glee. "Oh man, I can't believe they're actually letting me do this!" He seemed so unabashedly happy.
The young dragon hurriedly folded the letters and lifted the package with one arm, then unfolded his wings and in a rush of wind reached the staff's table. "Yo, Professor, I just got a letter from the Council! It's a yes." Dumbledore smiled wide at that, joy and fondness in his response. "What wonderful news! And if I am not mistaken, that makes you the first of your kind to have this task. Makes it all the more exciting."
The creature was grinning at the old blue-eyed man, ignoring any of the curious looks around him (teachers included). "Yeah, I know! It's awesome!" Keen senses or not, he was far too happy to notice the constant mutterings floating in the entire hall. "I just need to confirm that I got the delivery and that I understand all the small print stuff, etcetera… So, before I do anything else, it'd mean a lot if you could let me use a chimney for a private Floo powder convo. Care to help a dragon-bro out, professor?"
"Of course." The Headmaster responded, eyes twinkling beneath his brow (seriously, Jake thought it was weird how much old Dumbly's peepers sparkled sometimes…). "And when you're done, I'm sure the students will find this development most interesting as well."
Then the entire population of the Grand Hall watched as the teenage dragon turned towards the four House tables. "Ooooh, this is gonna be so much fun, you guys have no idea... I'll see you all later!" He briefly winked at the students, then flew in a cold rush of air through the double doors, whooping all the way.
It took much more than usual to get ready for the weekly trip to Hogsmeade that morning, what with the rumor mill going on at full speed...