Harry stood and rolled his shoulders. "I just need to retrieve my money bag and finish my shopping. Being named the fourth Champion of the Triwizard Tournament really annoys a guy."

As the creature born as Harry James Potter, was crossing the Main floor of the Bank of Gringgotts, His Magic spasmed and snapped the bindings placed on it. Three things happened. One, great bat-like wings exploded from his back, two, his freckles erupted like very bad acne and cover every inch of his exposed skin, and three, his horns grew to six inches.

As Harry forced himself to his feet, his face contorted … his breathing grew sporadic … and he sneezed. His scales shed and his wings flexed. His 'freckles' went from a light dusting across his face to a line highlighting his cheekbones, and redefining his sculpted physical appearance. They also formed a two-inch wide stripe from his 'shoulder blades' to his waistline on either side of his spine. Pulling his wings in tight to his back, he folded them like a cloak about his shoulders before he rehung the school cloak about his shoulders.

Filius Flitwick sighed as he watched the half-breed pull himself together. "Come, We will Stop at Madam Milkin's for a new Cloak… and maybe a robe to cover up a bit."

At the Robery, Hey bought three tabards and a cloak that fit over his wings. Madam Milkin also took measurements for three wool kilts in Hogwarts' plaid.

This shopping trip finished, He focused, carved the glyphs in the air before his face, using his forefinger talon, before he drew a circle around the burning runic array. Then the drake spun the circle to create a six-foot opening in the air. He allowed the Professor to step through first before following.

A snap of his fingers caused the Gate to collapse in on itself.

They stood in the Great Hall on the Ravenclaw Tale. It was empty.

"Shells!" the freckled mage swore, "We missed lunch!"

The half-sized wizard hopped first to a bench before dropping to the floor. "Follow me, I will take you to the Kitchens."

In a single stride, the drake landed beside the professor. "Behind the fruit bowl" he grinned, "yeah, my roommate already showed me. Don't you have a glass?"

"Today is a double free period and my NEWT students are either practicing their silent and still casting or reading their books for new spells to master. I chose this schedule so I could do the week's homework all in one go."

Harry nodded. "Only homework I ever had was my writing classes. I was taught one on one, from dawn to dusk. I either learned it the first time or else."

HPDB

After a quick bite, the two went their own way and Harry found himself watching the fourth-year class of CoMC giggling and laughing as they 'played' with small black fuzzy creatures. He wandered over to lean on the wooden railing of the field the class was in.

The centre two-thirds of the field had been turned and something had been buried. The little black, billed creatures were waddling out to dig out gold coins, waddling back to a student, dropping the coin in their lap. before returning to dig up another coin. At the glint of the gold of the coin, Harry's nares flared… then he frowned at the 'sour' smell of the gold.

Harry stepped quietly to the only adult out there, the ten-foot bear of a man.

"Ah, 'Arry. 'Ow are ya doing?" the rumble of the big man's voice brought a smile to the drake's face.

"Sir, I…." Harry started.

"No, not Sir, not from you." the brute smiled at the lad, "You call me Hagrid. Unless you are a student, then you call me 'Professor'."

"Okay then. Hagrid…" He turned to look out at the field. "Your gold smells funny."

"That's because it is Leprechaun Gold." Hagrid lifted his chin, and in a louder voice, "I see you Goyle, it is just Leprechaun Gold!" he turned back the halfbreed beside him. "It looks like the real thing, but in a few hours, it returns to what was transfigured from. Usually, leaves and twigs, but those like Goyle that think they can pocket my gold… bribed the Leprechaun to hippogriff shit."

The two half-humans shared a chuckle.

A chirping from inside the big man's coat had him pilling out an oversized pocket watch. He read the face before he called the class to order. "Okay, the nifflers back the box, and pile your gold on the table. Let's see how everybody did." the class was quick yet careful to obey the order.

Once all the coins were tallied, the winner, by one coin, was the larger girl from Slytherin. In second place was Weasley. He received a bar of chocolate from Huneydukes… the Witch, called Milly by Greengrass, scored a larger bar of chocolate.

Harry frowned as he noticed something when they were counting the coins, being closer to Hagrid when they started, Ron's total was counted first. The two witches that were playing at being his harem, noticed that Millie was just one coin less than Ron, and each added a coin to the bigger girl's pile.

As the two exited the class area they stopped to receive their due. "Why did you give Milly the boost?" he whispered.

"When it was apparent we were not going to win, we decided that it was better to torpedo Weasley's win than to hold our sister back." Daphne kissed his cheek as he licked hers.

"Besides, now Milly will share her chocolate with us…" Tracy wrapped her arms around his neck for a quick snog. "If we can back Pansy off from ordering her to hand it over." the wilder of the two skipped off to catch up with the bigger gal.

"Walk me up, I need to 'Outrank' the pug." Greengrass sneered.

"Arry! Can I have a word?" Hagrid lumbered up.

"Make it quick, my palm is itching." Harry smiled at the big guy.

"I 'eard that you have a Snally Gasher."

"Talk to me at Dinner, Big-guy, and I will introduce ya. We will see if you want to show him to a class or two."

Looping his left arm through Greengrass' left, he led the pale-haired beauty to the castle doors. As the two witches had predicted, Pansy was trying to bully the bigger girl into handing over the big slab of Honeyduke's. Tracy was in between Pansy and Milly preventing the black-haired witch from achieving her goal. Milly was holding the block behind her back.

"I can not strike a female until she strikes me, or draws a wand on me." Harry murmured in Daphne's ear, "Sick'em!" he swatted her very firm arse. He smirked as he found her bum fit his hand almost perfectly.

As the Blond stepped past Milly, he leaned on Milly's shoulder.

The Massive Witch grunted as she looked at the beast beside her.

"The reason you are hiding your bloodline… is it to blend in? Or is there a more cunning reason?" Harry grumbled in a low tone.

"What are you talking about?" Milly used the low grumble.

"I can smell your blood, so to speak." Harry crossed his ankles so that he was leaning fully on the witch. "Besides, I started leaning on you, and you never even grunted, unless it was as a form of communication."

"What do you want?"

"Nothing, but a reason to bitch slap Poncy over there." Harry flicked a claw at Malfoy. "The Pug, as Greengrass called her, is untouchable until she attacks me. Toady was different, but that bitch I have to leave up to you and my witches."

"Are you asking me to…" the big girl glared at the male leaning on her.

"While you might be fun when you are of age, no." He crossed his arms. "The most I want from you is a sparing partner. Someone who can not only take a hit but return it in the manner it was offered… good clean melee fun."

"You will back me in the Pit?"

"As much as you need." Harry grinned up at the Girl. "It is okay to be an Enforcer… but choose whose will you want to enforce."

"Hold my chocolate." was the only warning he had, before a twelve by eight by one-inch block of chocolate slapped into his chest, and the massive mountain moved to engage the witches. He failed to get his feet under him and fell to the side. He turned his fall into a one-hand, hand-stand before cartwheeling over to his feet.

"She is my …" Pansy was saying, just short of yelling at Greengrass when Milly stepped forward.

"And that is where you lose me." Milly grumbled. "You demanded the full bar. The most these two are expecting from me is a share… little more than a bite." She popped her knuckles as drifted closer to the three witches at the steps. "Each. This half-blood is more my Ally than you are. She has moved to defend me while you belittle and insult me. Move aside, calf, before you are moved."

Pansy looked around, before giving ground. Draco was not about to spend his influence on a bar of chocolate.

HPDB

Harry sat at the end of the Slytherin table. Daphne and Tracy across from him as Luna sat in his lap, eating the pudding in front of him. Potter was using two forks to rip a small ham shank to shreds that he shared with Lurch. Once the bone was mostly picked clean, he passed the bone to the snally and picked at the meat before him.

"When did they start letting beasts eat at the table?" Draco sneered as he stood looking over the assembled group at the end of the table.

Harry turned to look at the high table and noticed that Snape was not at his place. He grinned, and set Luna aside before he stood, and stepped free of the bench. "Oh, dear Draco, please cross the line."

Draco sneered as he looked the drake over, "And I didn't think you could fall lower, but to become even more of a Beast?" He shook his head. "Hogwarts really is going to pot. And then they continue to feed your kind at the table of your betters is enough to make me lose my appetite."

"Ah, good, then you can go elsewhere and leave us in peace." He looked over the ponce's shoulder at the two trollish wizards behind Malfoy. "Crabbe, Goyle, please take your whiny bitch for his nightly constitution before he hurts himself."

Goyle grunted. (Are you kidding, we enjoy watching you slap the shit out of him,)

Luna hummed loudly to herself, before speaking in verse.

With the passing of of the Slap

So too passed the Age of Enlightenment

So quick to rise, came the Sap

Filled with Pride and Entitlement

Beware Fools for now is the time of

SLAPS-GIVING!

"Shut up Loony!" Malfoy snapped.

The two goons took a step back, in unison, and waited for the show.

"First you prance in here like the little bitch you are, you disrupt our meal, you insult me, you disrespect my companion, and you disregard the warnings of sage advice. I have to thank you." Harry bowed his head to the white haired lad. "One question, what skin cream do you use on your face? It is such a joy slapping you, but the feel of your downy check as I cress it… silky doesn't begin to describe the experience."

Draco preened for a second before he heard the insult in the praise. Then he did something stupid…

He went for his wand.

Harry was quicker on the draw.

The slap was heard across the hall. Draco fell across the Gryffindor table. His wand flew over the Hufflepuff table where it stopped in mid air, before snapping back to Harry's palm.

Harry looked at the stick in his hand before he set it tip down on the table, and with just the fore finger, pushed it halfway into the wood.

Let he Who be Worthy

Draw from the Oak

This Wand

Lost by a Bloke.

Greengrass shook her head, "Luna, you gotta stop with the mystic speech. We all know that they are going to have Harry either undo this or try to pull it and it will break. Then they will try to make him pay for snapping Draco's wand."

"Draco drew first, on what he called a Beast." Davis smirked. "A Beast he was verbally warned to walk away from. A Beast that everyone knew was okay with slapping the shit out anyone who threatened one of his Witches, his Food, or his person. Even his goons knew enough to back off. Potter even told Snape, right here in the Hall, that as long as no wands were drawn, no permanent harm would come of this."

Harry sat and resumed his feast of ham and mashed potatoes in gravy. He used a chunk of ham to scoop a bite of potato and gravy and pop the whole thing into his mouth. Luna cuddled close to the drake, going so far as to pull his wing about her.

"Problem, Moonbeam?" He murmured into her hair.

"Not right now, but I was wondering if I could borrow Lurch for the night." It was not a question but an explanation of her thoughts.

$Lurch, Asia wants to know if you would want to go with her tonight, as compared to me?$

The sound of the beast gnawing on the bone from under the table stopped. $Aisa warm. Have better nest. Lurch Guard.$

Harry grinned showing a fang. "Lurch is yours for the night."

HPDB

As Luna was getting ready for bed, three witches pushed into her room.

"Now, Loony, what have we told you?" The lead witch flicked her wand at Luna.

"Edgecomb. Yes, there is that. But I see your wand and raise you my boyfriend's familiar." Luna continued changing her clothes.

"What are you talking about you daft bit- ahh!" The Fifth year witch screamed as Lurch lunged from the floor and bit through the wand in her hand just centimeters short of her fingertips.

Lurch crackle-purred as he spit out the stick and lashed his tail.

The other two witches reached for their wands, when Luna, her back to them as she was wearing only her knickers, spoke up. "Don't unless you want to share her fate." She pulled out a shocking orange Quidditch jersey, and shrugged into it. "Lurch likes to play fetch, but I don't have a stick to throw for him."

The two witches backing Edgecomb turned tail and ran, while Edgecomb stared at the stump in her hand. "I am telling Flitwick!" She blurted before she turned and from the room.

Luna climbed into bed, "Lurch, Door Tight. Cuddles."

Lurch nosed the door closed, before he jumped onto the bed, where he licked her check, before he made himself comfortable on her bed, right under her chin.

Just before the sandman claimed them, a knock at the door caused her to sit up. "Yes?"

The door opened and Flitwick pushed his head in, "Ah, Miss Lovegood. I have a complaint…"

"Edgecomb?" Luna shook her blond head. "You would think that shaking a stick at a dog that you didn't want it to bite in half would be covered by common sense." She scratched Lurchs scaly head. He crackle-purred under her fingertips. She pointed at the chewed end of the wand on the floor. "Though why did she come to my room, uninvited, and shake her wand at Potter's Familiar… the reason escapes me."

"Okay, I will inquire. Please stay in your room and keep Lurch with you at all times." The short Professor wandlessly summoned the stick to his palm and exited, closing the door behind him.

The young witch snuggled down with the feathered lizard, happy that her friend, no her boyfriend, had entered her life.

HPDB

Breakfast was at the Ravenclaw Table that morning, as Harry and the Slytherin witches awaited Luna and Hermione.

McGonagall peered at Potter as she strode between the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables. "Mr Potter, please stop by the medical wing. Your transformation requires a full checkup."

"Right after Breakfast, Professor."

Luna skipped into the Hall with a big smile and Lurch gliding in her wake. He had jumped to the stair rail, where he perched as Luna skipped ahead. He watched her as she defended the stairs. About the third floor he spread his wings and floated down the main shaft of the stairwell. As she came to a stop, at the table in the Great Hall, Harry extended his right arm and Lurch landed on his forearm and waddled quickly to his shoulder, where he 'sat' and nuzzled Harry's cornrows.

$eggs. Fried. Runny. Tubed pig.$ Lurch licked his lips.

$How your night?$

$Aisa warm. Nest warm.$ he nuzzled Harry again, $Hag Stick taste nasty.$

Harry Frowned, $Do I have to Roar?$

$No. Nasty Hag Dealt with.$

Harry frowned, before turning to Luna. "I hear you had a busy night."

"Not really," Luna was folding her napkin into a tricorne hat, a real tricorne hat, not the flimsy joke of folded paper that he saw children of his youth running around with. "Edgecomb tried her usual bullying but Lurch advised her otherwise. A pity about her wand though. You just don't shake a stick in front of a dog and not expect it to not chew on it."

Tracy snorted into her fist as she tried to stop her laughter.

"How will Nasty Hag learn her Magic when her wand is broken?"

"Nasty Hag?" Daphne asked.

"Lurch does not use given names for most people. So far he has only used three names as given. The biggest is Mistress, but of course everyone calls her Mistress. Second was Granny Ogg. And last was a nun heading to Japan by the name of Awsha(it is spelled Aisa but in English… ) and he calls Luna here Awsha as well. (Going to be using her spelling from now on.) Weasley he calls 'stinky feet', Malfoy is 'stinky hair', and Granger is 'pussy'.

"Has he named us yet?"

Harry bit his lip. "Tracy, he likes your name for her. You, he has yet to settle on, but he calls you the cold one and your sister is cute. He has not met many that need to be named. Give him a couple of days and he will have your full names.

For everyone."

The food appeared before them and Luna resumed her seat in Harry's lap. The two witches in green snorted and assembled their breakfast plates.

Granger stormed into the Hall. She was hissing as her hands were making fists then claws only to fist again. Seeing Harry, she stalked to his side and sat beside him.

"Problem kitty?" Harry asked as he fed a sausage end to the Snally on his shoulder. His clothed shoulder.

The fourth years looked again at the lad sitting at the end of table.

Gone was his rippled naked chest and abs. He wore a tabard style set of robes. The shoulders were dragonhide padded for Lurch and Hedwig to perch on. The back was sliced up to the shoulder to allow his wings to flap and extend out to twice his height tip to tip. At the moment he had them draped across his shoulders and gripped at the wrists like a cloak.

Hermione blinked at the drake before shrugging and turning back to her food. "Weasley was in rare form this morning. If Crookshanks had not been out hunting, it might have come to violence."

"Oh goody." Harry grinned at her. "November is the month of SLAPS-GIVING. It brings a warm glow to my palms."

"You worry me, Harry." Hermione snagged a banger on her fork "You are getting slap happy, and it will cause you premature slap-alation."

"Yes, but with mouthy hits like Weasley and Malfoy…"

The Main Doors blew in, a small storm leading the two men who themselves were storming the Castle.

"DUMBLEDORE!!! GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON I DO NOT DECLARE BLOOD FEUD?" the tall Lord, black silk robes with a Raven embossed in silver on his left breast, a Grim's head on his right shoulder.

"Ah, Lord Black. I sent you a letter the night he arrived." Albus smiled grandfatherly at the taller man.

"Yes, by Owl." The shorter man replied as he grinned evilly, "When everyone knows that Fawks could have not only delivered the letter, but retrieved us that very night."

The shorter man sniffed the air, "Padfoot, he is close. I smell him… but something is off…" his eyes landed on the Drake sitting nearby… the witch in his lap, the feathered lizard on his shoulder. "Ah Pads. Look at the … person sitting on your left. The one with the witch and lizard."

Lurch preened as he grinned at the two wizards. $Death Dog and Wild Wolf. Danger!$ his head twisted as he tasted the air around the two wizards from Harry's shoulder. $Sad. Heart Hurt.$ He launched from Harry's shoulder to land by the shorter man's knee, where he began to rub the crest on his head along the man's leg. $Pack!$

Tbc