I do not own nor possess any right over Harry Potter and World of Warcraft, all rights belongs to their rightful owners.

I know that I made Jaina probably slightly OOC, maybe a tad too quick to judge, but I feel like her character was clearly defined in BFA as seeing the Horde as a dangerous if not evil side when she was more trustful in her younger years. To me she was quite on the edge, having recovered her father's vessel and accepting of her mistake of trusting the Horde in her past. So for her to treat Amaria, a black dragon that belongs to quite the nefarious flight, like she did made sense to me.

One reader pointed out that Harry/Amaria was completely OOC. Which is the very reason why this is a fanfiction. I do try to respect canon Harry's views, beliefs and character, but this Harry is not the Harry in this story. At this point it is Amaria, a person who used to be Harry Potter and had a different life than the canon one which shaped her into a different person. I also want to point that I do not know the Harry Potter series very well, it's been years since I've read it and only watched the two first movies. I actually know far more of World of Warcraft than Harry Potter. It doesn't mean that I know all of it, I never played BFA, Shadowlands and Dragonflight. The characters are portrayed as close as possible to canon with some differences here and there to fit the story. With the exception of Harry Potter who is no longer Harry Potter, Amaria being the closest person to who Harry Potter was (obviously).

I agree that sometimes I may have portrayed events, characters or elements differently than in the canon, perhaps more than necessary.

One last thing. Nozdormu pointed out in the first chapters that Amaria wouldn't influence the world, that she wouldn't be responsible for carrying Azeroth to victory or whatever. While her actions will have consequences, it will ultimately not disturb the main storyline of World of Warcraft. So don't expect her to kill N'Zoth by herself, killing a character like Sylvanas or anything that big. She got into the battle of Undercity, could have done more but it simply isn't her place to change the tide of the battle.

Amaria isn't THE hero of Azeroth. That's the adventurer/player. She is the hero of her own story and that's already a lot.

Sorry for this long explanation and little rant, I do appreciate all comments even the negative ones as long as they are relevant to the story. It helps me to see the wrongs and what could be improved.

Except one type of comment. Love the person who commented only to put one insult. Really constructive.

Please comment/review.

Thank you for your patience and good reading.

Perhaps flying away in a random direction was not the best idea I ever had, but I had been too blinded by anger to notice it. I flew for hours, maybe half a day, not bothered by the wind or the cold as the training that I got from Kandros proved to be sufficient to allow me longer flights.

It did gave me the opportunity to calm down and to pass above so many different sights. Swamps, cities intact or in ruins, camps, and fortresses of both the Horde and Alliance even if with Horde's defeat at Undercity this would most likely change soon. The fauna was as diverse as one might have expected when travelling in another world, filled with giant copies of regular animals such as crocodiles and spiders but also monstrous creatures that I could only imagine the names.

But standing as high as I was, it was an eventless flight.

Thinking again about how it went with my introduction to the Alliance, I realised that it might have been inevitable. Sure, it was very frustrating to be hated for another's fault, to bear the blame for my predecessors but at the same time me blowing up like this would have happened sooner than later. I had to make sure that they understood my point and could only hope that it would be better next time.

Anduin was the right king for the Alliance, not too emotional or prompt to act and already wearing a lot of wisdom and strength for someone that young. Even if the rest of the Alliance wasn't the same, I wasn't too worried with him at it's head. It was others, like Genn and Jaina, that would make it difficult to obtain peace, not only with me but I couldn't even imagine them coming to a truce with the horde anytime soon. And I hoped for the Horde that it was the same, that some in it where ready to go toward peace like Anduin and only aiming to the ones creating war. Sylvanas in this case, for I didn't know much about the other leaders of the Horde.

Back to me, I had thought that Stormwind would have been the right place to start my journey, and it probably would have been the case had I listened to mother. Alexstrasza warned me, that it would be better to conceal my identity until the right moment, but I ignored her and decided to be truthful with the Alliance. I was a dragon now after all, it was maybe doing me more bad than good to reject it and as my meeting with Anduin and his allies proved it, coming as a dragon was perhaps better. I fear to think how they would have reacted had they learned about who I was later. Or even worse, just when Jaina revealed that I wore a disguise: what could I have say to save my skin?

It wasn't useful to think on ifs.

Yes, from now on, I would take my human disguise only when necessary and no more. I tried to appear as human as possible and it led everyone to be suspicious of me; it didn't mattered that I looked human for I was a dragon before anything else in their eyes.

It pained be a bit that it all turned that badly but I still had hope. Anduin was promising and perhaps he would be able to change people views on black dragons but it was something that I couldn't see happening anytime soon, not with the current level of mistrust in the Alliance. Perhaps I could go see the other races of Azeroth but I wasn't very comfortable with this idea. The night-elves would probably be more okay around me but the problem was that they now resided in Stormwind so it was out of question.

The thought to go see the Horde quickly crossed my mind but I dismissed it quickly. I was expecting the same treatment I had in Stormwind and perhaps worse since my disguise was that of a human.

Then what could I do? Where could I go?

Wyrmrest Temple was an option but I didn't wanted to go back now. It would maybe make me look like a weak dragon to the others, not Mother who would only be delighted to see me but I was certain that it would be seen by other dragons as a sign of weakness and that was out of question. I could continue my trip, I wasn't in any danger or hurry and the only real reason to go back would be to speak with Mother about the old gods presence in my mind.

And at the same time I feared a bit returning to the temple. I had broken my promise to Mother. Sure, she told me that revealing if I was a dragon or not was my choice and it was my fault that it turned so bad. What was worse though was that I chose to involve myself in the war, to take a side when she had asked me not to or at the very least not to involve the rest of dragonkind, not going against the Wyrmrest Accords.

Betraying Mother's promise, it was something that I now regretted immensely. Would I be punished for it? Even if the dragonflights haven't been involved in the war, I still took part to it. I did proclaimed myself ambassador of the black dragonflight after all.

I hadn't liked it earlier when I was wondering if I should help the alliance or not, even when I announced that I would only be there to help save lives I was aware of how I was going against their vow of neutrality. And now I was starting to understand why.

Dragons were a powerful ressource wanted by the Alliance, and I could assume as much from the Horde, but one that was feared at the same time. Anduin, and by extension the Alliance, asked me to join, to help fighting. Yet the hatred and disgust I received as a reward revealed that not only my presence hadn't mattered much in the end but also that the Wyrmrest Accords were right to stay out of it.

I made a mistake. I would be certain not to repeat it again.

Breaking out of my reverie, I noticed that the sun was going down, and that night was slowly filling the sky, giving me a perfect view of the stars appearing. On the ground though, a large red hue was coming out of a tall volcano standing in a barren land covered in ashes.

"Really? I'm back here." I said realising that this was the very place I woke up at the day I came in this world. "I didn't realised I was flying for that long."

This time though, it wasn't fear and uncertainty that led me. Bringing my wings closer to my body, I started to drop from the sky quickly and aimed toward the active volcano, going faster until I was only a few hundred meters above the ground. I opened my wings quickly and started gliding toward its foot when I noticed that the summit of the volcano had a large, opened room, big enough for a dragon to pass though.

Alternating my course slightly, I kept slowing down until I was hovering in front of the room. It was as large as I thought so I easily entered, looking around for danger as I studied where I landed. On the left side of the room was an old throne, the tiled ground all around me was cracked and a few of the columns supporting the roof had collapsed but it wasn't enough to threaten its stability. Or at least I hoped so. On the opposite side of the opening I came through was a large wall with two small doors and lastly at the right was a small gate with a thick portcullis lifted.

It was inspiring. Living around a pool of lava for a year made me quite appreciative of the harsh conditions of volcano, not disturbed in the least by the smoke and the heat, and the fact that it was an old fortress reminded me slightly of Hogwarts. It had nothing to do with it, obviously, and more differences than similarities, but that it was old, massive and made out of stone was enough for me to like the place. And contrary to the Obsidian Sanctum, it already had habitations and utilities.

"Well, a little cleaning and it won't look too bad." I thought aloud. "But first, securing the mountain."

I had to leave my dragon form to fit through the door and I started my descent of the volcano, passing by extremely large rooms, a few skeletons of many creatures and quite a few that I recognised as being dragons. This place, Blackrock Mountain if I recalled correctly, had been an important place in recent history, home of some of the most dangerous creatures of their times like Ragnaros the Firelord or Nefarian, Deathwing's son that used this mountain as his lair. Heroes and adventurers put an end to their lives and the mountain was abandoned until the Iron Horde used it for a little time. Now though, it was clear that no one had put a foot in here for a long time.

After a little while I found a small exit and followed a corridor until I arrived at the core of the mountain, or at least it must have been. A large path made from stones circled the inside of the volcano and massive chains were holding a small structure in the middle, right above a large amount of magma. Thankfully, I was a dragon, meaning that the constant warmth in the air and the ashes didn't disturbed me at all. Far to my left was a massive, broken double gate that was most likely leading outside.

"This place is amazing, but far too big for me alone. Bah, I don't need all of it." I shrugged as I walked around the volcano toward the exit.

The night had fully come when I passed the gates and before me was a long bride standing above the lava, the only land access to the volcano. A bit further ahead of me was the very camp that I tried to interact with after I woke up, I stared at it a little, considering paying a little visit to my new neighbours, before changing my mind. It was simply not worth it.

Changing back to my dragon form, I flew all the way back to the throne room and looked at it, thinking hard for a few minutes and walking everywhere to fully inspect it until I made my choice.

This, the infamous Blackrock Mountain, would become my new home.

It was isolated enough from everyone that I wouldn't be bothered all the time, it was hard to access and the heat wouldn't let many people stay around too much. Some redecoration were in order but it wouldn't be an issue, I had all the time in the word to do that and more yet I wasn't a lazy person and was already very motivated. So I started instantly and spent the next two days working nonstop around the volcano, cleaning the parts that interested me, being the throne room and a few others that were nearby. Most of it was simply removing the broken stones and columns everywhere, clearing a couple of paths that had crumbled and discovering new rooms that I left alone for now, having no use for them.

I thought for a second, a single second, about brushing away the dust and the ashes but banished the idea as soon as I realised that it was a volcano, there would always be ashes to clean. I'm sure it would have made a house-elf happy for life but I had none under my command. I would have to find a broom and enchant it to clean as well as placing a magic barrier that would stop the ashes to come in.

But I hit a wall when I realised something unpleasant. The distance between the throne room and the lava was far too big, I would have to either fly down and enter by the front or walk all the way down through the ruined city just for a lava bath, and neither was appealing to me.

A brief look outside gave me a clever idea though. Going higher, almost at the top of the volcano, I looked around until I found what I was looking for: a small hole from which lava was pouring out and flowing all the way down to the foot of the volcano.

Getting to work, I used my claws and fiery-breath to dig a new path for the lava, slowly making my way toward the throne room. It took a long time, and I was starting to get really tired so finishing this as soon as possible forced me to continue and the first lights of dawn just started to appear that I finally reached my objective. Yet it wasn't over, I had the lava but now I needed the bath, so I pushed back my sleep just a little more and dug a deep hole on the right side of the room, near the entrance with a small enough path outside to not have the lava flood the room.

The rest was merely waiting for the lava to fill it up. And as soon as it was, just as the sun finished passing above the horizon, I let myself slip inside the lava and rested my head on the side, relaxing and looking at the work done.

All the rubbles had been thrown away, the broken tiles and the larges cracks in the ground fixed and the bath was ready to be used. Many things were lacking for it to become my new home but it was on the right way, with only a few urgent things to do left like making a human living space in one of the backrooms with a proper bed. But I was happy for what I had made right now, closing my eyes and falling asleep almost instantly after spending almost three days straight without sleep.

Opening my eyes, I felt my body completely rejuvenated after all the work I had done. My mind also felt more at peace as I let out the loudest yawn I ever made and stepped out of the lava, shaking it away as I stretched myself.

Turning to the open side of the room, I watched the sunrise for a few seconds happily before realising that it was wrong.

"Didn't I went to sleep at sunrise?" I wondered.

I knew that oversleeping was a thing, but I hadn't felt that exhausted, sleeping an entire day was a bit much but if I did then I needed it. Simple as that.

Brushing that away, I looked at the throne and suddenly got the desire to try it. I had cleaned it before and fixed its cracks too but didn't thought about sitting on it. Changing back as a human, I walked toward it and brushed a hand on the right arm, feeling the warm stone for a seconds before I turned and sat on it. The first thing I noticed was that it was probably not made for humans, being far too wide for that with me probably looking far too small in it, and the second being its comfort that was at best all right. Sitting on it for a day would probably break someone's back.

Taking a slow breath as I enjoyed the morning, I looked at the room in front of me as the thoughts of my interactions with the Alliance came back. Working had been a good way to avoid thinking about it but now they were taking most of my thoughts, leaving me wondering if I should go back to Stormwind at all.

"What do to now?" I said to myself. "Stormwind... is probably not a good idea right now. Plus, I don't feel like it. And exploring randomly isn't that good of an idea either."

I had learned the basic maps of Azeroth, but it didn't mean that I knew where to go and why. Sure I could just fly in one direction and hope to find something interesting but I would rather know beforehand what was waiting for me. I already had too many bad surprises for two lifetimes.

Pulling out the map that Mother gave me, I looked at it for a few seconds before finding where I was located. I was actually quite in the middle of nowhere, with several large pieces of land above, Stormwind to the South-West, the kingdom of Ironforge stood to the North and that was basically it. There wasn't any other major cities nearby with only villages and outposts spread everywhere.

At least I would be left alone.

"Hmm… and going to the Horde doesn't seem any better. *sigh* Why can't it be clearer? Alexstrasza said that we dragons are supposed to take care of the world…" I trailed off, recalling her words. "... yet at the same time I was forbidden to act in the war."

That reminded me of an older conversation with the one that was supposedly the most knowledgeable one on the black dragonflight.

Neltharion said that our powers could be used to stop wars, raise mountains between empires so that they do not seek the others easily. Maybe I should have done that. Or the opposite, creating a river of lava between the two armies to stop the battle. But would it have helped? It would have only delayed the fight. Plus I was certain that I couldn't stop the battle myself, Neltharion said that all of our flight would be needed to do such feet of strength.

"This leads me nowhere." I sighed.

"Perhaps I can offer you some advice."

I jumped, startled, and instantly summoned a fireball in my hand, staring at the man that had appeared at the opened platform. He was quite tall, with brown skin and dark hairs with a perfectly well-cut short beard and his eyes were of a fiery red. His clothes were impeccable, dark-grey shoulder pads that looked like scales, a refined black, red, and gold coat that reached his knees, large gloves protecting his hands and bearing a long glowing red sword at the hip.

The fireball remained in my hand as I recognised his face, one of the few dragons showed to me by my mother. And for this one to be here could mean quite a lot.

"Wrathion." I said coldly, not appreciating his interruption of my musings and making me jump out of my skin.

"Now is it a way to welcome a fellow member of your flight?" He said with a small smile on his lips, walking in the room.

"What do you want? How did you find me?"

"I have eyes my dear, even on the Wyrmrest Temple. Imagine my surprise when I learned about you, I simply could not believe that there was another uncorrupted, and a female at that. It took me a little while to find you once you arrived in Stormwind. You know my name, yet I do not know yours." He said stopping a few meters away from me.

I watched him, tried to find anything that could help me decide but his annoying smirk just brushed me the wrong way. He asked for my name yet knew who I was and where I was, it was probably a question that he already knew the answer to. Yet it didn't meant that he was here to fight so I banished the fireball still in my hand.

"I am Amaria. Now would you mind telling me why you're here? I haven't heard the best of things from you, you know." I said choosing to stand before the throne.

"Is it now? Was it because I refused to obey the Red Dragonflight's will? Or perhaps for-" He started.

"I read about the alternative Draenor. How your actions caused the creation of the Iron Horde and then led to Azeroth being invaded by the Burning Legion." I cut him off, stealing him the pleasure of talking which he seemed to enjoy too much.

He frowned at that, looking at me before letting out a short breath and his annoying smile returned stronger than before.

"It is true that I had not seen that coming, but my intent has always been to protect our world. I thought that Garrosh had the strength to go until the very end, that he would gather the armies needed to face the Burning Legion. Which he did. He was simply interrupted and put down before it became possible. How could I have predicted Guldan?" He asked with a bit of sarcasme.

"It remains the consequences of your actions. Now, why are you here." I asked again not moved by his speech.

"I want people to stop seeing our flight as a threat, I want to erase Deathwing's memory. I'm sure you've learned how we are seen, how Azeroth entire fear and despise its own guardians. My goal is to make it a memory of the past, to bring back the strength of our flight on the stage, to show the world that the black dragonflight is not Deathwing and that we can be better than him." He said with conviction.

"A nice dream. What does it have to do with me?" I countered, not saying that I also liked the idea.

"You, my dear, just came out of nowhere, uncorrupted, free from the old gods. With you, there is a chance to rebuild the black dragonflight, we could restore our image to the world and-"

A fireball flying right next to his head shut him off quickly as I glared at him murderously, another fireball in hand.

"So is that why you've come? To flirt with me? If you know what's good for you, you won't say that again." I said with as much venom as I could, still disgusted by the idea of being the 'key' to recreate the black dragonflight.

He seemed to take me a bit more seriously, his smile gone and watching me again with his burning eyes that did nothing to hide who he was.

"Perhaps I have been too hasty in my introduction, seducing you was not my initial objective. While that is an eventuality that crossed my mind, I came here to ask for your help in a personal project of mine." He replied carefully.

And he had to be careful since he was younger dragon than I, barely a decade old. I may not be a great fighter in my dragon form but size mattered a lot and he was probably one if not the smallest black dragon alive right now.

"Keep going." I said.

"When I'm talking about rebuilding our flight, I'm also thinking of Mightion, another black dragon that I know to be tormented by the whispers of the old gods. I managed to save him from the Twilight Hammer, right before they could start their corrupting rituals, but their evil had already been done. He is falling Amaria, and he won't hang on long against the old gods. What I'm asking you is to help me find a way to cure him before he falls to their corruption."

"Why not ask Alexstrasza? She is much more knowledgeable that me about pretty much everything." I immediately retorted, thinking that I needed to be checked for the old gods presence in my head.

"I want no other flight to take part of this until it's over. Only a black dragon can decide the future of the black dragonflight, and I will be that dragon. I have not yet taken the mantle of Aspect, but it is my intent, only once I will be ready to properly take my rightful place." He explained with a clear disdain for the other flights.

His words made sense, I had to concede it. Yet it didn't meant I was convinced with the idea, even less by siding with him. But if his demand for help was genuine, then it might be worth it if we could save this Mightion.

"If, and I clearly mean 'if', I help you, I hope that it's for the right reasons. I will not betray Alexstrasza's trust again, nor will I do anything that could endanger anyone." I stated my conditions, letting my still active fireball disappear.

"Sacrifices are a necessary evil in many endeavours, but we won't have to go that far. I am rather unpleasantly liked by many, for good or bad reasons it's for them to decide, but the facts are that I cannot go where we might find a cure for Mightion fast enough."

"And where would that be?" I asked narrowing my eyes, not liking where this was going.

"Let me be honest, I have no perfect way of healing him, only hints of objects and artefacts that could help. One of these is the only remaining flask of Cleansing Draught located in the remains of Teldrassil. Another is between the hands of the Taurens, a powder of an ancient fertile land imbued with the power of the earth that we could use on Mightion to appease his mind. The last one… well this one would be a bit trickier to obtain." Chuckled Wrathion.

"Why?"

"I know that the Wrynn family has a been holding on to many artefacts for generations, and one of them could be what we need. The royal vault holds many treasures but what we need is called the Shard of Light, a staff, a Naaru relic that is said to chase away all darkness. I would go ask Anduin but the time to see him again has not come yet, meaning I need someone else to get it for me. You could either try to take it by force or convince Anduin to lend it to you."

All three of his suggestions seemed bad to me. Teldrassil had burned to the ground so the chances to find one intact flask in the middle of it might be impossible. The Tauren powder, it was more doable, but I didn't know nearly enough about Taurens to be convinced and I didn't really had any argument to take their powder, especially if it had a special value for them. And of course, going to see Anduin just after disagreeing with him wasn't the most brilliant idea, making me doubt why Wrathion was coming to me if he knew that.

"I'm sure any of your spies could go steal any of these easily, I don't see how me being involved could change anything." I summarised.

"True, but they are not black dragons. I do not trust them, I never will. But with you it's different, you know why this is so important and you will see these artefacts as they are, not as how rare or worth they might be."

I was starting to hate how easily he was reading me, but he was right nonetheless.

"And why can't you do it yourself?" I had to ask.

"I'm trying to create bonds here, and what could be better than a quest to save one of our brethren? You're smart Amaria, I can see that and we both know that you will do it anyway. Why not save some time and just answer my plea for help?" He replied a bit too dramatically for my taste before rolling his eyes at my unamused expression. "And because Mightion won't hold on for long, I think it's safe to say that he'll be under the order of the old gods in a matter of days if we don't do anything. I'm not doing this for me Amaria, I'm doing it for our flight."

I stared at him for a couple of seconds before letting out a sigh and falling back on the throne, bringing a hand to my head as I realised what I was getting into.

"Alright, I will help you." I spoke.

"Wonderful! Then why not start with-" Wrathion cheered.

"But first, I want to see Mightion." I stopped him.

This did nothing to erase the smile on his face, I even saw his eyes burning a bit brighter for a second as he did a small bow and extended a hand toward the sky.

"If you would please follow-me, I will show you the way."

I stood up a bit lazily, not liking much where this was going. He walked out first and changed into a drake, smaller than I and different, his scales were almost all black except for his underside which was covered in redder scales. His red eyes were even stronger, rows of sharp teeth covered his mouth and three horns sat on each side of his head, two large ones with the smaller ones beneath. Lastly, the membrane on his wings was of a dark red and his tail looked like a long, sleek, closed pine cone

Following him, I changed too and notice that I was maybe one meter taller than him. Without any other words, I went after him as he flew slightly toward the direction I originally flew from, just a lot more toward the East.