So I've been watching "Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid" for a few weeks now and I have been thoroughly entertained by it. To those of you that don't know of this anime, here's a brief explanation of the series: a woman by the name of Kobayashi goes out drunk one night and the next day gets a dragon by the name of Tohru to be her maid after being nice to her. Eventually, other dragons find them as well and it just becomes more and more funny as the series goes on. That's all I can really say without really giving away major spoilers. The one thing I can say is that these dragons are magical and can shapeshift into cute human girls with some dragon traits like tails and/or horns.

So I saw this and asked myself, "How can I cross this over with Harry Potter or other franchises?" The thing is, I like Tohru, Kanna, and others being with Kobayashi so I had to think of a workaround for this series to work with HP. This it hit me, why not make known dragons in HP also into magical beings that can also shapeshift into girls (should they want to, of course)? And that's where this idea came from.

Official title I've chosen: "Mr. Potter's Dragon Maid".

Rating: T to T+ as there are insinuations of "perverted" thoughts going on in the dragon maid's head. Nothing explicit here as I don't want to be breaking ToS or anything. Plus, it is supposed to be a comedy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing other than my copy of MS Word and my laptop. Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Brothers. Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid belongs to FUNimation, Coolyoushinja, and a few others.

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"Talking."

'Thinking.'

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Harry had not had an easy life. There was the fact that an evil asshat of a wizard murdered his mother and father, as well as attempting to murder him when he was a toddler. Then he lived the next ten years of his life under the totalitarian rule of the Dursleys. He had come terms with it at a young age, but he knew something was off. He cooked and cleaned for them, vainly hoping vainly to earn their praise, even only once, but that never happened. All he ever earned from them was their scorn and ire. They didn't physically abuse him, outside of Dudley and his friends. Vernon allowed Dudley to get away with it as he could write it off as 'boys being boys' whereas he would be arrested if it were him, so he lived vicariously through his son. Petunia was of the more verbal kind of person and wouldn't lay a finger on him; to her, he was like the plague.

Of course, he finally learned of his true heritage when he was eleven and started his education at Hogwarts, for better or for worse. Five of the seven years were spent where said asshat wizard tried to kill him and one where he thought his godfather, deceased now, was out to kill him. He retook his seventh year after the war with Voldemort in order to keep his mind busy. It hurt to think of friends and family killed all because of a prophecy that may not have been true in the first place.

After he graduated with honors he enrolled in the Auror Academy and finished with his training early thanks to the spells he learned by himself when he was on the run during his unofficial seventh year. The job kept him busy, but he felt… empty inside doing it. He learned that his father was once an honorable Auror with a sense of justice. Like Harvey Dent or one of those prime time police officers on TV. It felt like he was replacing his father, and not in a good way.

He was going out with Ginny at the time and many compared them to James and Lily. When he was at work it felt like the Ministry was using him like an attack dog to take down 'dark wizards' and other enemies of state rather than have him protect the common citizen. So, at the age of nineteen, he resigned from his Auror position. After some thinking at the top of Big Ben, he decided to leave the Wizarding World entirely, well at least when talking about a career. He returned home to discover that Ginny, his girlfriend of almost two years had been cheating on him with Dean Thomas and some other random Joe that he didn't even know. To say this devastated him was an understatement. Someone that he had shared intimate details with and shared an intimate physical connection with betrayed him by sleeping with other men.

He threw all three of them on the street without letting them get dressed first (i.e. on the street completely in public and in the nude), with their clothes following a few seconds after onto the sidewalk out of his apartment window. After that he threw himself into his studies and discovered from Petunia that she had been given a safe deposit box key by his mother that unlocked a box in a local bank that gave him a letter and routing number of an account that his mother had made as a college fund in the case that her son didn't want to get a career in the Wizarding World at all, after all the job market wasn't very varied.

He did get himself into college, but it wasn't easy as his 'diploma' from Hogwarts didn't mean squat out in the wider world and had to take remedial classes to compensate for his lack of a non-magical education past age eleven. There were schools that helped with this, but you really had to look for them. Hermione got him in contact with an Australian school that did just that. One year later of hard study and he was in college.

He didn't get close with anyone romantically during his four years of higher education. He had a few months long flings with women that ended with little fanfare. He found work at an IT company as a server manager that paid quite well in the Miami area. Despite what some may joke about Florida, it was sunny and warm and was a complete 180 from cold, dreary Scotland. Don't get him wrong, the Highlands were a beautiful place, but cloudy weather and being cold a majority of the year made it drearier than it should have been.

Right around 2000 Harry noticed something about him was off. He was closing in on thirty years of age but still looked eighteen. He took a sabbatical for a month to visit with his old friend Hermione who was then in the running to be one of the few female Ministers of Magic, a position that was majoritively male for centuries. She and him, with the help of a few others who were kept out of the entire loop, did research in private and discovered that he was no longer physically aging. Harry had to look back into his past to figure out what could cause his lack of aging. The only objects he could think of was touching Flamel's Philosopher's Stone, but he only held it for a few minutes; the only other objects he could think of were the three Hallows. But two of them he no longer held possession of. The cloak was safely inside of a fire safe, he snapped the Elder wand after repairing his old, damaged wand with it, and he tossed the stone into the Thames after saying one final goodbye to the dead.

After much speculation, and taking a shot in the dark by looking at skin cells under a high-powered microscope, among many other slightly invasive tests, that he wasn't aging physically at all and that some kind of eldritch, or at least arcane, unknown magic, had attached itself to his cells keeping him at his current state of youthfulness. Hermione swore herself to secrecy lest the Unspeakables catch word of this magical phenomenon as they did tend to have laxer morals in comparison to the common wizard. Harry then went back to his home and job and continued to work inside it until the company he worked for pulled some shady deals and became bankrupt, forcing him to move and get a new job. For whatever reason, he was compelled to move to Japan for work.

He got a nice little apartment that wasn't much bigger than a bedroom, sitting room/kitchen/dining room, and a decently sized bathroom. He would have expanded it with magic, but it wasn't like he owned the place. The apartment manager reserved the legal right to enter his apartment at any time which meant magical expansion was out of the question. Sure, he could use magic to confound the manager, but that would probably set off some kind of alarm somewhere for the misuse of magic against a no-maj; something that wasn't illegal (but was frowned upon) in Britain and was being tracked by the new Ministry officials in a department called the 'Adult Misuse of Magic' to be the opposite side of the coin of the 'Department of Child Magic Misuse' put into place by the former pro-Dumbledore voting bloc. Currently, due to the still mass majority of Pureblood elitists still in power, like Malfoy and his ilk, the law could not be enforced more than a monetary penalty that varied in amounts based on the level of offense. Honestly, Harry didn't want to tempt fate or anything here in Japan with their government, something that most of the world was clueless about.

The United States had their Magical Congress that worked more with their non-magical counterpart than most other magical governments out there; the British Ministry of Magic was notorious for using less than ethical methods in dealing with muggles that saw magic or even those that heard of it outside of urban legends and myth. But these were two ends of the extreme.

It was a new day through. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping. Harry woke up the same way he had for the last year or so he had been working inside of Japan on his worker's visa: tired. Being pulled from Morpheus's domain was never a fun thing. He woke up to an annoying alarm clock that was of the typical annoying beeping kind, the kind of which he wishes to pound into the ground like that Saitama guy in One Punch Man. Oh wait, he could. He could just fix it with a quick repair spell.

He threw the annoying alarm clock against the wall which shattered with an ear-pleasing sound. He groaned as he sat up and stretched. He felt a head-pounding headache, which obviously meant that he had been out drinking the other night, but as there wasn't an attractive woman naked in bed next to him he didn't pick anyone up for a one-night stand. He picked up his wand from the nightstand and incanted towards the broken alarm clock, "Repario." The clock quickly reassembled itself on the floor. "Accio clock," he incanted. The alarm clock flew into his hand, to which he set on the nightstand.

He messed up his hair and rubbed his eyes as he walked towards the bathroom for his morning shower. A mass majority of the time inside it was just spent allowing the hot water to cascade down his head and back. When he got out the mirror was completely fogged up and the room steamy. He wiped off some of the steam off of the mirror revealing his face. His emerald eyes that glowed with an inner, unexplained power that everyone he met outside the Wizarding World wrote off as just the light playing tricks on them. His borderline untamable hair that could only be controlled with an excessive amount of hair product that would suffocate most sane people stuck out at odd angles. He quickly combed it to get it into a somewhat manageable state. He sighed when it got at least arranged in a way that would allow him to see, but it still looked like a rat's nest compared to the rest of the natural population whose hair was straightened for the most part. He examined himself in the mirror and still saw that he still hadn't aged a day since he turned eighteen. It was certainly annoying for him to do anything legal as they all required a form of ID whether it be drinking alcohol, explaining to the police who didn't like school skippers (truancy), etc. It was so annoying that he had to get a charmed bracelet that looked like a Fitbit to glamour his appearance to look older, primarily in his thirties as that's what he was supposed to be; well, technically almost thirty-five, but that was no matter. Luckily, this was taken care of before he was hired on.

He put it on and watched as his appearance slipped from a youthful eighteen to an older thirty-five. He finished dressing and locked the house before apparating to a back alley that he'd used during his time in order to avoid taking public transportation. Plus, it was easier and faster to apparate rather than to walk extremely long distances or to spend money on taxis, buses, or trains. Although, he did have a small fund for that if he had to.

He walked into the office building and took the stairs. What? He needed to get some exercise for the day somehow. He entered the individual office and clocked in via one of the many terminals on the wall near the exit. He walked into his office next to the company's server room and logged in for the day into his Windows Surface computer. Say what you will about the Windows platform, but the Surface series of tablets using Server was useful for doing his job. He spent the first few hours looking through logs from the previous day he didn't get through and found something that annoyed him.

He marched into the main workroom and blew a conjured Naval whistle. "Your attention please!" Harry announced his presence. "Would the bluetard that keeps downloading gay porn through our internet please stop it? I know who you are and am tired of reimaging your machine. I don't care what you do at home, but here please try to keep your internet activity related to your work. Thank you." He then walked out of the room leaving a stunned crowd behind him.

The rest of the day passed in relative silence. He had to plan the new images for the machines in the office as Microsoft decided to release their new comprehensive monthly update. One would think that resetting computers every time they were turned on or restarted would be a bad thing, especially when all data not included on the image loaded is deleted, but all company employees saved their data for work on a network drive. It was definitely more efficient rather than having to manage a bunch of different drives on different computers; that and a lot easier.

The rest of the day proceeded without a hitch or without anything really of noteworthiness. He ate lunch at a local restaurant that did takeout orders. When the end of the day rolled around he closed up shop making sure that the new images were pushed upon next boot for all the computers in the company. By the time that he finished setting up the tasks for the next day on a to-do list he was the last one out of the office; not something that was particularly surprising considering he had to plan things in advance to protect the company and its assets.

As he left through the lobby he heard a few of the workers from the other office talking to one from the one he worked for. "There's the gaijin that works in our office," one stated.

"Gaijin? Why's he working at your company?" the other asked.

"He's apparently some kind of networking or cyber security expert or something. I don't really pay attention to his job description."

"Why'd they hire a foreigner instead of a native Japanese?"

"Because he's damn good at his job and can understand every word you're saying," Harry said casually as he walked by. "And quit downloading gay porn at work." The office worker's eyes shot wide open as his friend he was talking to looked at him oddly. Harry knew that this was not the one who was doing the downloading, but his inner Marauder needed to get back at him.

"I didn't download anything!" the man shouted in anger with his fist clenched as Harry walked away.

Harry chuckled as he walked away to his apparation spot and apparated back to his apartment. Harry guessed that the two tried to follow him only to find an empty alleyway. He looked around his fairly messy apartment as he reappeared in it. Beer bottles and cans were scattered all over the place. Manga that he had been reading over the last few months lay on the ground in an unorganized mess. He had several textbooks from a magical university's library that he had still not read through despite having it over three months.

He sighed as he walked into the small kitchen and cooked dinner, one of the few skills he was grateful that the Dursleys had him learn, despite the fact that Vernon and Dudley ate like… "Jabba the Hutt," Harry said aloud without realizing it. He shrugged as it was just him living by himself and he wasn't in public. Well, he had Skyped with Dudley recently and it seemed like he was taking his diet plan still to heart years after he had apologized to Harry for being an ass. Vernon… well, he wasn't doing too great. It seemed as though Vernon's poor eating habits and lack of exercise had come back to haunt him in an almost karmic situation.

He ate dinner in front of his TV and headed to bed shortly thereafter. His dreams had always been filled with past regrets and tonight was no different. Tonight he was re-experiencing the first of the three tasks of the Triwizard Tournament. He walked into the improvised arena and saw the looks of those around him, some were worried for him, but there were those like Malfoy that wanted to see him die humiliated. He tried to look for his friends in the audience and only saw Hermione out there in front looking as worried as one could be, he couldn't see Ron anywhere in the stands.

Harry looked on to see the massive Hungarian Horntail dragon that was poised ready to pounce but was too far away to really do anything as of yet. To say it was scary was an understatement. It was pants wetting, brick shitting terror. The rest of the event happened like it did back in real life. He tried to get close sneakily but was chased off by the dragon throwing flames at him, forcing him to retreat. He then summoned his Firebolt broom with the Accio charm, allowing him to get close to the dragon's clutch and false egg that he was forced to collect. He still managed to collect the false egg and managed to barely outmaneuver the dragon. However, in this dream where the dragon flew off, it had a look in its eye. A look that said, 'thank you'.

His eyes snapped open to hear the sound of his annoying alarm clock. Once more he smashed the alarm clock and repaired it once more, setting it back where it belonged. He went about his morning routine and got ready for work. He filled his travel coffee mug with the sweet brew (with a little extra kick of pepper-up added to it) and opened the door as someone rang the doorbell. He paused as what he saw sort of didn't register for a few moments. In front of him was a Hungarian Horntail and not just any Hungarian Horntail, but the same that he had faced many years ago. It was currently leaned up against the third story balcony with its clawed hands gripping the railing.

The dragon then lets loose not a fire breath that would have absolutely fried him, as there was a reason dragons were so dangerous (even to wizards) but a loud growl that sounded a lot like the one that the T-rex in Jurassic Park let loose. Well, it was also safe to say that Harry's ears were ringing from the sheer loudness of the growl. Breath that smelled like burned meat screamed past him at hurricane force speeds. Any of the papers or magazines that had been stacked by the door had been whipped up and blown back into the apartment. When the dragon was done Harry summoned his wand into his hand, but before he could do anything a translucent, neon sign-like circle with runic symbols appeared in front of the dragon's jaw.

There was a glow of white light that surrounded the dragon and the now glowing beast's form shifted and morphed as it coalesced into a human shape right in front of him. The glowing faded to reveal a girl not much older than him… well, physically that is. She had brown hair that flowed down her back like chocolate waterfalls; see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for reference. She had two sets of horns jutting out of the side of her skull in a swept back fashion. Her eyes were colored the same shade and shine that gold had to it when the light hit it just right; however, there was one thing that made them noteworthy: the pupils were not circular like all humans were, but slitted like that of a reptile, cat…, or dragon. He noted that she was not naked, thank Merlin, but she was dressed in what he would consider a skimpier version of the girls' uniform for Hogwarts, just without the cloak over the top that all students wore on the first and last days of the school year, or during the winter. She was also quite the looker with an attractive body that many men (and some women) would ogle happily. There was one last physical trait that she had and he considered curious: she had a tail coming from under the skirt.

She posed in a way that resembled the pose that Usagi from Sailor Moon did in the show. Don't judge him, his honorary niece Angelique (Fleur and Bill's firstborn daughter) loved that show growing up and he could count the times he had been forced to watch it when he visited or babysat her. This time together, as well as having no blood relation, caused her to gain a bit of a… unhealthy attachment with him. It caused quite a few awkward moments between him and her when she started looking less like a little girl and more like a young woman. Some of the attempts she had made in an attempt to gain his attention were sort of creepy (especially for someone looking on from the outside), especially when these attempts moved out of a playful, innocent stage into full blown sexual suggestions both overt and covert alike. Don't get him wrong, she was a beautiful woman, but he had no desires to be masochistically be beaten by Bill; although, he had a feeling that Fleur had no issue with it. Now that he thought about it, he probably wasn't helping as he did call her 'Little Cherub' until she was about ten.

The dragon girl then pulled him from his long ramblings by shouting, "Tada!"

All Harry could really say in this situation was, "What?"

"Did I not astound you? Are you amazed, bewildered?" she asked in a pompous way that sounded a lot like Malfoy did back during Hogwarts schooling.

"More like confused," he bluntly replied. Who are you?"

"Don't you recognize me?"

"No. Should I?" he asked as he cocked his head to the side.

She fell forward in that comedic anime fashion that Harry assumed no one actually did. "You really didn't recognize me?" she sadly asked.

"I don't know any girls that can transform into dragons, so no."

She seemed to visually deflate, some of the bounce that her hair had seemed to… flatten. He had seen this kind of thing somewhere before… but where? "You don't remember me? And I thought we had so much fun playing tag years ago," she asked.

"Tag?"

"Yeah," she sniffled, "you were on a broom flying around and I was trying to catch you."

"Trying to catch me? What are you going on about-?" It was then it hit him. The only time that been chased on a broom, outside of Quidditch, was when he was chased by the dragon during the Triwizard Tournament. He took a step back, pointed at the dragon-girl, and shouted, "You!"

She perked up at that and with a smile shouted with glee, "You do remember me!"

"You're a dragon, but dragons don't have that kind of magic!" Harry shouted mostly to himself.

"Well, dragons have a different kind of magic. How else do you think we breathe fire? Magic!" she exclaimed excitedly.

Harry placed his hand to his chin in thought, "Well, I suppose that makes sense. In a way." He kept going along this line of logic before it hit him, "Wait, what are you doing here anyway?"

She stood triumphantly in a way that looked like she had just conquered the Huns or something similar in difficulty. "It took me a long time to find you! Did you know you're very elusive? Anyway, I wished to come find you to thank you for freeing and playing tag with me years ago," she thankfully said.

"Thank me?" he asked.

She shook her head enthusiastically, "Yes! Yes! I am indebted to you and wish to repay that debt."

"You don't have to pay me back, just do whatever it is you want to and that will be good enough for me," Harry waved in an attempt to get rid of her.

"Oh, but I can't do that. We dragons have a code of honor to uphold. If we're helped by another then we are in their debt!" she replied cheerfully.

Harry pinched his nose and sighed. "Ok, what will it take for me to wipe the debt away?"

"I want to serve you!" she chipperly replied.

Harry had to pause a moment to process what she just said, all the while her tail moving to the left and to the right slowly as if she were a dog. "I'm sorry, what?" he asked.

"I want to serve you. You can use me however you like!"

Harry's mind was flooded with inappropriate thoughts and he had to physically shake his head to clear them out. "I can't in good conscience do that."

"But what if I cleaned your house for you?" she asked hopefully.

"Cleaned my house?"

"Yeah!" she replied as she peeked behind him. "It looks really messy and needs to be cleaned."

"You're going to keep following me until I say 'yes', aren't you?" Harry asked while he pinched the bridge of his nose once more.

She nodded enthusiastically and replied, "Yes!"

He sighed and finally relented after thinking on how annoying it would be with her following him around. "Fine. You can clean my house."

She jumped in the air and shouted with glee, "Yay! I'll be happy to serve as your maid, master."

"Master?" Harry asked carefully as he didn't like how that sounded.

"You are the master of the house, right?"

"I guess so."

"Then you're my master!"

He sighed once more. "What's your name, anyway?"

"Albion! And I look forward to serving you," she said with a slight bow while still keeping her smile.

'What have I gotten myself into?' Harry asked himself as she rushed past him into his apartment.

To be continued…?

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And there we go, another pilot done. Now wasn't that a nice little 4k pilot?

Now, as you can see I did take quite a few liberties with post-Hogwarts events; I even threw in the "cheating Ginny" fanfic trope that I've seen many people do before, myself included. Hopefully, you guys all liked it. Now I don't have any numbered notes this time, like the previous installment; however, I do have my comments on what it will take to move this pilot forward into a chaptered story like the others I've done.

First of all, I would have to figure out everything. A small pilot where I start it off isn't hard, it's doing the rest of the story. Especially as Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid is a comedy, I would have to write comedy in and make it flow organically, something that isn't easily done in both fanfiction as well as inside of written stories instead of manga or comic books.

The second thing is if I will be introducing the other dragons to Harry and Albion. I mean I want to include Kanna as she is the cutest dragon girl ever to exist. *Kanna-chan gushing intensifies*. Another thing tied to this is do I introduce more dragons to Harry that are OCs?

The last thing I would have to plan out and think about is if there is going to be any romances in this story at all or if it will strictly be comedy, for the most part. If I do consider romances, it won't be Kobayashi as she has her own things going on with her coworker as well as Tohru as it is definitely obvious that Tohru has a thing for her.

One addendum to the previous, therefore not making it the last, is do all dragons in the HP-verse have magic like Tohru and the others? How do I implement that?

Only once I can answer these questions can I really start to write this fic in its entirety.

All I have left to say is I look forward to seeing you guys all next time!