Birth of a dragon

Prologue

A 14 yr old harry was in a stone room and standing in front of a mirror, feeling rather miserable. You wanna know the reason? Very well. He was tired of dealing with his fame. He was tired of the vitriol. He was tired of the masses of magical england. He was tired of so-called 'friends' stabbing him in the back. He was tired of manipulative old men meddling in his life. Harry started to cry, as he remembered when he started his tenure at hogwarts.

First year

An 11 yr old harry was on the train going towards what he hoped would be his home for a school year, when a red headed boy entered and started talking, not letting harry talk. When the train got there, he was in awe of the school.

A month later, harry had received detention for wandering the school (helping hagrid with sending his dragon hatchling to romania). Here he was, serving detention with a blonde dumbass that would not (or is incapable of) keep his mouth shut about complaining.

A few minutes later, harry was attacked. Harry's faith in the teachers dropped a bit after he lived. At the end of the year, he was nearly killed by his defense teacher.

Second year

Harry was in a dueling club set up by the new defense teacher. After the blonde dumbass summoned a snake, the snake tried to attack a muggleborn. Harry ordered it to stop, which it did, before snape killed it. After that, harry was blamed for the cause of the attacks on the muggleborns, until his then-best-female-friend was attacked. The students tried to apologize, but harry told them to 'get lost'. After harry figure out where the entrance to the chamber of secrets (with help from hermione, hagrid, aragog and myrtle) he went inside the tunnel to the chamber with ron. About a minute after they were in the tunnel, lockhart showed up, and stole ron's damaged wand. He then declared that he would wipe their memories before fabricating what happened in the chamber. After lockhart's memory was wiped, harry managed to kill the creature within the chamber (a basilisk) and proceeded to destroy the thing that was influencing ron's sister into attacking others.

Harry didn't beat the baslisk unscathed, though. It was only the timely arrival of fawkes crying into the wound, sealing it, and neutralizing most of the poison in his veins, that harry managed to live.

Third year

Harry was repeatedly attacked by dementors trying to eat his soul, his framed godfather (not that harry knew) and a new defense teacher that forgot to take his wolfsbane potion that night at the end of the year.

Fourth year (earlier this year)

Harry was at the quidditch world cup (one of the few GOOD things that happened to him, since he started hogwarts). He was attacked at the world cup. Days before, albus IGNORING his warning about his name going to come out of the goblet. Then, earlier this night, after meeting the other champions of the death tournament, no one believing him, his friends turning on him, he nearly broke. He explored the castle, to calm down. He went to the owlery to see hedwig. However, when he got there, he saw that she was dead, blood forming a puddle around her. Harry held her body and cried. After giving her a proper burial, saying his goodbyes to her and thanking her for being his first true friend, he went to the gryffindor common room.

Luckily, there was no one else there. He wrote a note on some parchment, explaining WHY he was gone. He grabbed the marauder's map, the photo album that hagrid gave him back when he was eleven. He pulled out his wand, and looked at it. He thanked it for staying by his side all those years, through thick and thin, before saying goodbye. He grabbed his wand by both ends and snapped it in two. The last item he grabbed was his invisibility cloak. He picked up the pieces of his wand and laid them next to the note he wrote. And so, he left gryffindor tower.

He passed a certain spot on the fifth floor three times, revealing a door. Being curious, he entered. He found himself in a stone room. On the far end of the room, he saw the mirror from his first year. Walking up to the mirror, he saw his reflection.

Present time

The reflection beckoned him to come toward it. Harry pressed his hand on the glass of the mirror, and it went through the glass. Harry saw his hand went into the glass, and he smirked. "Goodbye, wizarding world. May you all reap what you sow," harry said, before stepping into the mirror.

Void

Harry is suspended in a void. Before anything else happened, he felt his scar burn. "ARGH!" harry yelled in pain, as his scar began hurting like someone had put a red hot piece of metal on it.

A mysterious figure appeared before him. "How are you here?" the being asked in a whisper. Seeing that harry couldn't answer them, they got closer to him, and saw that his scar was causing him a lot of pain. "Ah, i see, so THAT'S how tom had escaped me," the being said. With that said, the being placed a finger on harry's scar, then gently pulled it away, bringing a black mist with the finger.

Harry felt better than he had in his entire life. "Thank… you…" harry managed to say, as he panted in pain. "You are quite welcome, young man," the being said, before it crushed the mist, causing it to shriek in pain, before it was destroyed. "What was that?" harry asked. "That, harry potter, was a fragment of tom's soul that was in your scar. He created items to essentially give him lifelines, so i could not claim him," the being said.

Harry quickly put a hand where his scar was, only to feel nothing, just smooth skin. "Thank you, for getting that out of me," harry said, bowing his head to the being. "You are quite welcome, young man," the being said.

Harry had a thought. "Who are you?" he asked. "It's rather simple, harry potter. I am DEATH," death introduced themself. "Oh, cool. It's nice to meet you, death," harry bowed in respect to the being before him.

"It is?" death asked, as he was rather befuddled. Harry deadpanned at death. "Do you not know how many time i was close to dying ever since i started at that damn school?" harry asked. "No, i don't," death admitted. "i've lost count after the fifth time in my second year," harry said.

Death was shocked.

"Anyway, i'm here because i'm trying to leave the wizarding world behind," harry said, getting the conversation back on course. "I see," death said. "Any idea where you wanna go?" death asked. "Somewhere where magic is able to be used openly, without a focus, and where the magic is as versatile as the amount of grains on a beach," harry explained.

"I see, i have an idea of where i can send you. Before i send you there, i should do something," death said, before they reached onto harry's magical core, and altered it so that it will match the residents of that world. He then changed the marauder's map, and merged it, so he will always be able to see where he is. they then merged the photo album with him, so he will be able to bring it out, like the map.

After death finished, harry was feeling something from his cloak. He pulled it out and held it. "Ah. to think i would see it, again," death said with longing. "What do you mean, death?" harry asked. "That is my cloak, that i gave to ignotus peverell." Death then told the tale of the three brothers. After death finished, they looked at the cloak in deep longing.

"I see. I know what to do," harry said. "And what's that?" death asked. Harry clenched the cloak a bit, before holding it out towards death. "I would like to offer you your cloak back, death," harry said.

Death's hands were trembling as they took the cloak. "good bye, old friend," harry said. After the cloak merged back with death, death decided to reward harry. "Harry potter, i thank you for giving me back my cloak. As a reward for giving me back my cloak, i'd like to give you your friend back," death said, before they raised their hands and arcane circles appeared before their palms.

Harry watched what death was doing with fascination. He saw a shape take form. It wasn't until he heard a familiar *hoot* that harry began to cry tears of joy. After hedwig had come back, albeit with slightly different colors than her previous body, she stood there. "Hedwig?" harry asked, hopeful that it was his only true friend.

Hedwig hooted in confirmation, before flying to her spot on harry's shoulder. "Since her old body wouldn't be able to handle resurrection, i created a new body for her, and put her soul and memories into the new body," death explained, as they put their hands back at their sides. "I also made it that whatever magic you choose, she would be immune to the effects. Here's an example: if you were to learn fire magic, she would be immune to fire magic," death explained.

"Thank you, death," harry said, giving a bow. Hedwig bowed her head in thanks, as well. "You are both welcome," death said. Death then created an orb, then thrust it into harry's chest. Harry stumbled a bit from the impact. "What was that?" harry asked.

"I've gifted you with the ability to speak to snakes, like you had before. In addition, i've gifted you with the ability to speak to your friend, there," death said. "Now, for the downsides: you will have to be de-aged a number of years, same with your friend there," death gestured to hedwig. "And you likely won't see each other for a number of years, due to the fact that you will be separated," death explained.

Naturally, this upset them, but harry understood that it was the price to go to an entirety new dimension. So, harry explained it to hedwig that it was only temporary. Hedwig calmed down, albeit reluctantly.

"Are you two ready to go to the new world?" death asked. Harry looked at hedwig. "Are you ready, hedwig?" harry asked her. Hedwig looked at him and nodded. Harry looked at death. "We are ready, death," harry declared.

"Very well. Hold on, as the ride will be rather bumpy," death said, before they raised their hands, an arcane circle formed over their hands, and sent the two of them on their way to the new world.

The trip was so bumpy and jerky, that the two of them blacked out.

The new world

Harry woke up. He felt that his body was a lot smaller than it was. He felt around his body, and saw that he saw six years old, again. Harry then saw what was on his wrists: oddly shaped cuffs, with a large orb on a side of each.

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