Hi, this is something that I have been itching to write for a long time. This story was inspired by the great works of Lupine Horror and Arawn D. Draven (who has helped me think up ideas for this fic), as well as Son of the Dragon King by DragonKingDragneel. This formula has been used before, but I have never tried it so…yeah.

There will be bashing of Dumbledore, Weasleys and Potters here, but I will try and describe them so that they are people with reasons acting like they did. Everything has a reason for happening, including for what characters did to deserve bashing. I wish to thank Arawn D. Draven for given me permission to use those reasons. I will give out these reasons in due time, so be patient. The same will go for any OOCness you might see.

I own nothing except the plot and my OCs.

Hope you enjoy and constructive criticism is welcome! BETA NEEDED!


Prologue

Seven-year-old Harry Potter was sitting in the library of his school, reading a book. He was trying to get away from his cousin Dudley and his gang after they tried to chase him and beat him at the playground. Even though he didn't want to, he know that at one point he would have to go back to class. Then when school was done, he would have to go back to his aunt and uncle, who would either pile more chores on him if he was lucky, or lock him in his cupboard. For a seven-year-old, Harry was rather thin and small, since he barely got to eat food, the Dursleys saying that it was a "waste of money". Despite this, Harry was rather intelligent for his age. He always had to do worse than Dudley lest his uncle finds out and locks him in his cupboard under the stairs.

So here he was, sitting in the library, the one place in his entire school that Dudley and his friends would never enter. His cousin hated reading books, saying that they were "too hard." He had just finished a nice picture book and was about to return it when he saw a big red book peeking out from one of the shelves, its spine a glittering silver. Being drawn to it, he put the book down on the table and went over to the shelf. He grabbed a nearby stool and pulled down the book, and when he looked at its cover he slightly widened his little green eyes in surprise: On the cover was the circular picture of a green, fire-breathing dragon with golden words at the center:

Dragonology: The Complete Book of Dragons.

Harry had never seen a book like this before. The Dursleys would never let any book or game in their house that had something "freakish" in it, like magic. Once Dudley bought a fantasy game home from one of his friends, and he had heard from the kitchen his aunt and uncle screaming at him and throwing the game away. At least they didn't take it out on him, which they usually did whenever magic was mentioned. Still, he had heard about dragons; what kid didn't?

He unknowingly licked his lips in anticipation and went to open the book; before he did that, he glanced at a clock on the wall. He had time. He opened the book to the first page, which had the drawing of a dragon sleeping besides a man with a note book. Next to it, the following passage was inscribed:

"Among all the kindes of beestes and Serpentes, there is none comparable to the mightie Dragon in awesome power and majestie, and few so worthy of the diligent studies of wise men…"

With those words, young Harry Potter was drawn into the world of the mighty beasts that the book described. Every fact about them entranced and fascinated him, filled him with a sense of wonder he had not thought was possible for him to feel; their razor-sharp claws, their perfect eyes, their iron scales and their deadly breath of flames. Not just that, but dragons, it seemed, were different in shape and size depending on where you looked! Wings and flame in the west, long and water in the east, and other mystifying descriptions.

Unfortunately for Harry, his silent fascination was broken by the sound of the recess bell. He looked down at his book with a small hint of dread. The Dursleys would never allow him to take it home, but if he left it here, some other kid would just take it. Harry didn't want that; he wasn't done reading! He wanted to know more, to see more of their strength. What could he do?

He looked around the library trying to think of a solution, when he saw a large bean-bag propped up against a small desk filled with shelves. An idea started to form in his head. What if...?

He rushed over to the bean-bag and made sure no one was approaching. He then closed the book and placed it in the bottom shelf of the desk, hidden from sight by the bean-bag. He then adjusted the bag to completely hide the book, and when he was done he ran out of the library, hoping he was not late for class. As he ran, he had a small smile on his face as the pages he had read from the book slowly started to form in his mind.

-OBW-

For the next month or so, Harry ventured to the library every recess after he had made sure Dudley or his friends didn't see him. The Dragonology book was always kept hidden behind that bean-bag in the corner and every time he opened the book, he let out a sigh of relief that no one had found it. Which was odd, since the librarian was always present when he entered. He had already read the book several times over, but its contents, no matter how little they were, never ceased to amaze him and fill his head with fantasies; not even the Dursleys, their chores, their abuse and their hatred of him quelled his excitement waiting for school every day, just to read that book.

Every little detail about the dragons excited him: they were described as nearly invincible, lived across the world, their forms different depending on where he went. From the fearsome winged height of the wyvern to the elegant rainbow feathers of the Amphithere and the graceful form of the Long, each dragon was fascinating in its own way. Every part of their body was detailed and unique as well: their sight was unequaled, their scales bulletproof, their fiery breath (for those who had it) seared all in its wake.

Harry was simply amazed; they were just so…powerful! They were so strong! Stronger than anything else! They didn't care if people thought that they were freaks; they were too strong to care! The most fascinating thing that Harry found about them however, was their power of flight; how they could fly and roam wherever they wanted, letting no one stop them. They possessed a quality that the little boy desired to have most of all: they possessed freedom. Pure freedom. Oh, how Harry wished that he could be free as them. That he could just grow leathery wings and iron scales and fly away to the great unknown, away from his…family.

The only time that he had come close to such a feeling was a few days ago, when Dudley and his gang had managed to find him before he could sneak off to the library and chase him. He ran into a dead end and thought for sure that they were going to get him, but suddenly he found himself standing on the rooftop of the school with no idea of how he got there. Any normal child would have panicked and called for help, but Harry just stared at the view that was laid out in front of him. For a moment there, he felt like a dragon; soaring through the sky not letting anything stop him. Unfortunately for the boy, one of the teachers spotted him and made a mess of things. When he got back 'home', only the memories of the book and the fact that he would see it again managed to keep him hopeful as Vernon slammed his head twice against the wall and flung him into the cupboard.

He didn't know how he had appeared on the roof; the Dursleys called it his "freakishness". He would've grown more depressed but every time he thought about it, that he really was an unwanted freak, the image of the fire-breathing dragon on the book's cover popped into his head and kept those thoughts at bay. So what if they thought he was a freak? Dragons could also be considered freaks and they didn't care. Harry had wished over and over again that he could be strong like the dragons, that he could stand up to his relatives but he just…couldn't.

Right now, Harry sat in the library rereading the section about taming dragons. That particular section had always troubled him, despite all his love for the book. No matter the justifications that it gave him and his acknowledgement of that fact, Harry just couldn't picture a creature so powerful being tamed. They shouldn't be.

He glanced up at the clock and saw that the bell would soon ring for class. Sighing, he returned the book to its hiding place and went to the exit. Just before he did though, something caught his eye again like Dragonology had when he had first opened it. Sitting on the very same shelf that he had first plucked the red book from, was a much smaller red-spined book. But even from afar and with his weird glasses, he recognized the telltale golden words of Dragonology written on the spine. Harry's excitement level just burst through the roof; there was more? He had to find out! Unfortunately for him, the bell suddenly rang. Harry started to panic; he couldn't leave that book! Someone might take it! He took a quick look at the librarian's desk and saw that she wasn't there. Not even pausing to blink, Harry dashed to the shelf, snatched the small book and ran out the library and back to class, all the while clutching the book to his chest. He quickly entered class and shoved the book in his bag before the teacher noticed.

As the school day kept going, all of Harry's thoughts were directed at the little treasure in his bag. He couldn't wait for the day to end so he could sneak the book in his cupboard and read it.

Eventually, the end-of-day bell rang and all of the children ran out the school doors, Harry included. He ran all the way back home, excited at the prospect of reading his new book, and nervous because of what might happen to him should his aunt and uncle find him late or worse, find the book.

He slowed down when he reached Number 4 Privet Drive. That was one place he would love to see a dragon burn down. Shuddering, he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal his aunt Petunia, a thin, blonde, horse-faced woman standing there with a frown on her face and wearing a white dress. 'That is a relief' he thought. 'At least she won't kick me out like Uncle Vernon.'

"Get inside and prepare lunch. Vernon won't come home until evening today so prepare him a small plate. After that, go weed the garden" she ordered. Harry just nodded silently and marched through the house and into the kitchen, dropping his bag in his cupboard on the way. After he had cooked a meal of bacon and toast for the rest of the family and having sneaked in a tiny piece for himself, he called out to Petunia and Dudley that the food was ready. He set their plates and went outside to toil in the dirt.

An hour later, muddy, cold and exhausted, for it was a winter day, Harry got up from the wet and now weed-free garden. He entered the house and silently went into his cupboard. Settling in the ragged blanket, he turned on the weak lightbulb and pulled out the book from his bag. The cover depicted the head of a dragon with the glittering words "The Dragon's Eye" in the center. Silently, he opened the book and entered into the dragons' world once more.

He should have been paying more attention though, because a couple of hours later, the thundering footsteps of his uncle Vernon Dursley echoed through the house. Harry would've hidden the book by now, but his fascination with the story overrode his danger sense. Luckily, Vernon hadn't noticed the light in the cupboard when he passed by, so he was safe for now. He kept reading the little book for another hour before he was done.

The story was incredible; even though the explorer had completed the riddle and saved the town, the dragon was the one that had burnt the bandits and the whole surrounding forest to a crisp and had carried the explorer out of the wild and dangerous mountains. Best of all, when a group of hunters had heard about the dragon, they tried to capture it only for the beast to laugh in their faces and burn them too. That just further cemented the dragons' power and freedom in the young Potter's mind; they were unequaled among all others. He really wished he was a dragon.

He was about to turn back to the first page when the door to his cupboard violently opened. Standing there with a fat girth and a face that looked like a red beach ball was his uncle Vernon. He opened his mouth to say something when his little beady eyes trailed to the book that was in Harry's now frozen-with-fear hands. When Vernon saw the cover of the book, he bared his teeth in rage and his face turned purple.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" he screamed as he pulled the thin child out of the closet and began pounding him with his meaty fists, all the while Harry tried to defend himself to no avail. Every time the fat man yelled a word, he pounded Harry with a stronger punch. "NO—FREAKISH—THINGS—IN—MY—HOUSE! YOU—DAMN—FREAK!"

Harry's vision started to dim as he started to succumb to the hits that were slowly damaging his frail body. His breathing slowed down to several gasps as he failed to resist the punishment. It wasn't fair, why couldn't he do anything? Why was he so weak?

He felt Vernon's fists stop and he slowly lifted his head upwards, only for his green eyes to widen in horror as his uncle grabbed his book from inside the cupboard and started to slowly tear it apart. He mumbled no under his breath several times as he heard ripping sounds coming from the book and the pages were being torn from the book's spine. Finally, Vernon tore the whole book in half with a small roar. At that moment, something inside young Harry Potter snapped.

Unknown to the boy, he was a wizard; a human who could manipulate and control magic. The source of his magic was his magical core, a metaphysical organ that generated and kept his magic flowing throughout his body. The most dangerous thing about magic however, was its power to react in accordance with the caster's emotions. When Harry had first found the book, he had subconsciously drawn on his magic to hide the book and himself while reading it from the librarian and the other schoolchildren. As he kept reading the book, his magic had also been subconsciously influenced to try and emulate the powers of the very creatures he had admired. However, due to an…unknown complication, his magic was instead bottling up with very little room to exit. When Vernon had ripped the book in half, Harry's heightened emotional state was too much for his core to handle and it resulted in an…explosive…chain reaction.

At that moment, whatever was blocking his magic finally broke, and it rushed out and responded to the one thought that lingered in the boy's mind: freedom.

'I…I wanna go away…I don't want to feel pain anymore…I…I want to be FREE!'

If one was to stand outside of Number 4 Privet Drive, they would've seen a brief flash of light from within the house before the whole house and garden were engulfed in a wave of fire with a loud and thunderous BANG. The blast shook the whole neighborhood and woke up the residents, who all rushed out to see the black smoking ruins of the home of Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley, along with the charred remains of their corpses.

If they had paid close attention though, they would have noticed two things: first, they would have heard the faint, inhuman roar that echoed across the sky. Second, the remains of something were missing from the house. More accurately, someone's remains…

-OBW-

Greegham Town was a small village on the outskirts of Fiore. It was a rather quiet and simple village, away from the hustle and bustle of civilization. It was surrounded by a large forest, so it was considered rather isolated from the rest of the country. Inside said forest, a hunter was running to search his prey. The village has had rough times lately when it came to food, since winter came and most of the animals had migrated or hid themselves for hibernation, but he was sure that a few had still remained.

He had already managed to shoot down a squirrel with his bow, and was now following another animal's tracks, most likely a fox. He had already ventured deep into the forest and felt that he was getting closer to his prey. Sure enough, he had reached a small den where the fox was sure to be.

He was about to set up a trap when he heard a loud CRACK coming from behind him. He quickly whipped out his bow to defend himself, but instead he saw something that made him gape in surprise. It was the body of a child, covered by large rags. How did a child end up here?

He quickly dashed to the frail-looking body, the fox left forgotten in his mind. He turned the body over to see a small boy's face with messy black hair, large spectacles and a small lightning-bolt scar on his forehead. He checked the boy's heartbeat and sighed in relief. He was alive, but weak. What had happened to him?

He moved his hand to lift the boy when he heard a small moan of pain from his little mouth. Looking at where he had touched, he easily pulled down the rags to see what was wrong, but his eyes widened further at what he saw: large bruises covered the boy's arm and when he pulled the rags down further, he saw that more of those bruises and cut littered the child's frail body. They didn't look like they came from an animal though. Abuse?

He was broken out of his stupor when the boy let out another soft moan of pain. He shook his head and dashed back to the village, carrying the boy bridal style. He would not let this child die.

-OBW-

Harry felt comfortable.

That was a new experience onto itself, since he had only felt like this several times in his life. The Dursleys didn't allow him any form of comfort, so the sensation was unfamiliar to him. But he felt himself lying on something soft, something warm. He managed to regain some of his senses and opened his eyes a little. What he saw surprised him.

Instead of the dark ceiling of his cupboard, he saw a high, wooden ceiling. The child propped himself up with one hand and looked around. He was in a small room, with two windows, a door and a small desk with a pitcher of water. He himself was lying on a soft white bed.

'Where am I?' he thought in worry. 'What happened?' The last thing he remembered was suffering another beating at the hands of his uncle, said uncle ripping apart his book, a surge of pain and then…nothing.

'My uncle…wait!' he thought in surprise. He took another look around to make sure that he wasn't seeing things and when he was done, a small pang of elation and relief flickered in his chest. This didn't look like Number 4, or any other house he had seen for that matter. 'He's not here…I finally left. I won't have to feel their pain anymore…they can't call me a worthless freak anymore. I'm…I'm free!'

He was broken from his happy thoughts when he heard the door open. Instinctively, Harry froze, thinking for a moment that Vernon was here. But instead of seeing his angry and overweight uncle, a young adult with black hair and green eyes entered. He wore a black coat, brown pants and a white shirt peeked from underneath. His eyes met Harry's and he smiled.

"You're awake! Are you alright there, little guy?"

Now Harry was very confused. The man had asked if he was alright? No-one had ever done that before. But he managed to regain his bearings and uttered "y-yes, sir."

The man didn't seem convinced, so he walked to Harry's bedside and leaned down. Harry instinctively flinched, since usually whoever touched him would only want to harm him, but the man just placed a hand on his little forehead, like he had seen Petunia do with Dudley once when his cousin was sick.

The man pulled his hand away and kept smiling at him. "You gave me quite the scare there back in the forest. What were you doing there?"

Harry tried to reply, but found himself confused. "Forest?"

The man tilted his head with a curious look in his eyes. "You mean you don't remember? I carried you here after I found you lying in the forest." Harry just shook his head. There wasn't a forest near Privet Drive.

The man just let out another smile before he pulled out a small loaf of bread from his coat and handed it to Harry. The young Potter was hesitant to take it, but eventually relented to the man's prodding. He took the loaf and began eating it with fervor. He had already taken a few bites when the man grasped his shoulder. "Whoa, slow down little guy, you'll choke."

While a tad startled by the sudden contact, Harry chewed slowly this time, making sure to savor the taste of the bread. He eventually finished the bread and rubbed his little tummy in satisfaction. He hadn't had this much to eat since…ever!

The man just kept smiled and at him and dusted off some of the crumbs before speaking once more. "What's your name kid?"

"H-Harry, sir."

"Harry, huh? Pleased to meet you Harry. My name is Kazuto. I'm a hunter."

"Kazuto?" Harry asked, the word feeling foreign on his tongue.

"Yeah, that's my name. Where are you from?"

"Um, Surrey, sir." The man gave him an odd look and scratched his chin. "Surrey? Never heard of it. Where is it?"

"England, sir." Kazuto kept giving him a funny look. Now Harry was confused. Did he not know what England was? "Sir, where am I?"

"You're in Greegham Town in Fiore." Harry just got more confused. Fiore? What's that? Kazuto however shrugged and said "Well, it doesn't matter where you're from. How did you arrive in the forest? Magic?"

Harry's mind immediately flashed back to the beating his uncle had given him before tearing his precious book. He unconsciously drew his little knees closer as he winced at the memory. He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder once more, and he saw Kazuto looking at him with a concerned expression.

"Take it easy kid. I'm not gonna hurt you. Did you run away from home or something?" Harry meekly nodded, but he kept his mouth shut. "Did your relatives hurt you?" Harry nodded again, now looking away from Kazuto. "Well, don't worry. They won't hurt you anymore."

Harry sighed in relief. They really couldn't hurt him anymore but…what now? Where could he go? Kazuto noticed the troubled look on Harry's face and patted his back lightly. "If you want you can stay here. From the look of things, you don't have anywhere to go, and it does get lonely here sometimes." Harry blinked and looked at Kazuto's eyes with shock. "R-really? I can stay here?"

"Heh-heh, sure you can kid. The more the merrier after all. I promise I won't hurt you like whoever you ran away from." Harry was too overwhelmed by the offer. He could stay? He wouldn't hurt him like the Dursleys? All Harry could do was sniff and whisper "thank you."

-OBW-

After his injuries were healed, Harry had taken up Kazuto's offer to stay with him and it was the best thing that he felt had ever happened to him. The hunter never mistreated him and always answered any questions that he had (though he didn't ask much). Kazuto had noticed that Harry was lacking in knowledge in a few things, so he had taught him how to read. He even got new clothes and food! He was still rather cautious though; his years of mistreatment made sure of that.

When they entered the village square for the first time, Harry noticed a nearby bookshop. After getting permission from Kazuto, he entered the store where the shopkeeper smiled warmly at him and welcomed him in. What he found thanks to the books shocked him: namely the fact that he wasn't in England anymore. He wasn't even sure if he was on Earth anymore! Two things however made his jaw drop and would've kept dropping into the earth if it could; magic and dragons existed.

He finally understood what Kazuto meant by that when he asked him how did he end up in the forest. Apparently magic existed here and people could use it. Was that what had happened to him? Was he brought here by magic?

The fact that he discovered dragons existed nearly made him squeal in delight. It was so awesome! They looked just like the ones in his books, even better! There was even one dragon, clad in black, that was said to be the most dangerous of them all, although he didn't see any name. Kazuto had seen Harry's fascination and talked to him about it. While sharing it, he warned the boy not to seek that dragon out. Harry had agreed upon seeing the look on Kazuto's face, but it didn't deter the desire to see it from within him.

In short, Harry felt like he couldn't be happier. Until…

-OBW-

A month later, Harry was walking down the street eating another loaf of bread. Kazuto had gone shopping and told him to wait outside, giving him the bread to placate the boy. As he ate, he kept looking at the bookstore. There was this book that he wanted to read, so when he was done eating he would go there. Harry had swallowed the last piece of bread and was about to head to the book store when he heard screaming coming from the village. He turned his head to see what was wrong only to see several houses go up in flames. Screams soon rang out, and amidst the chaos he could hear cackling coming from the flames. Harry tried to run, but another explosion rocked him off his feet. Het got up and tried to see what was happening.

He saw black cloaked men with swords and weapons burning down the village and attacking anyone that passed by. Some of them lifted their hands and giant fireballs shout out and burnt everything in their wake. Magic.

Harry panicked and tried to look for Kazuto, but he could barely see or hear anyone against the smoke and flames. He did find an empty alley though and ducked in. Making sure no one saw him, he peeked outside only to keep seeing those men destroy anything they saw. Out of the corner of his eye however, he saw Kazuto, holding his bow and trying to shoot down the attackers.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and kept watching. Kazuto kept firing arrows until he tried and failed to reach one due to an empty quiver. Harry took this moment to call out "Mr. Kazuto! Help!"

The hunter turned his head to Harry with a relieved expression and took a step forward to reach him. But before he took another step, fire erupted behind his back and through the hunter's chest, making him fall to the ground. Harry gazed in horror at what he had just seen. He couldn't comprehend the sight of the first person to treat him kindly die. He quickly rushed to Kazuto's side and tried to wake him up, but to no avail.

He had no time to cry for a loud thumping noise was heard. He looked up with tears in his eyes only to see a tall figure clad in black metal and holding a flaming axe in one hand. In the other was a flag with the head of a wolf against a crescent moon. Under the wolf were the words: Midnight Wolf.

Harry was frozen in fear as the armored figure stepped forward and kicked him, sending him flying into the remains of the bookstore. He groaned in pain as he tried to stand up, only to feel his body burn with pain…just like at the Dursleys.

He managed to turn his head though, just a slight turn. Meeting his gaze was a small drawing of the black dragon that got ripped from the book. His mind flashed back to what Vernon had done to him and his book before he arrived here. He started to panic when he heard the footsteps of the armored man drawing closer towards him.

'No…not again…he told me…no one was going to…to hurt me anymore…they took him from me…' he saw the picture again and his mind flashed again to the descriptions of the dragons he had read about, how they could burn an army and how nothing stopped them. Once more, his mind and magic cried for help.

Just as the armored figure stepped closer to him, he felt his body twist and he blacked out. All of that happened in a flash of light.

-OBW-

It was cold.

Cold wasn't an unfamiliar sensation for Harry. There were a few times where he would be locked outside the house or his cupboard nearly froze during the winter, so he was rather acquainted with cold, not in a way any normal human would like though. What was weird this time was the feeling of lying on something cold, soft and wet. The green-eyed boy groaned as he tried to lift himself up or at least focus his eyes, but the pain he had received earlier still took a toll on his body so he couldn't properly focus. Nonetheless, he tried to prop himself up with one hand and managed to rub an eye. After he managed to partially restore his vision, he found the answer to the quandary about the soft and cold sensations that he was feeling.

Harry was lying on a large bank of snow that stretched out as far as his coherent eye could see. A few trees were scattered around him, standing solitary against the white landscape. Up in the distance, against the setting sun, Harry could make out the faint shape of a mountain covered in snow. Harry looked around him and saw that with the exception of the mountain, everything else was pretty much the same. The cold wind and his growing fear made the frail child shiver.

'W-what happened?' he thought. 'I was eating when the village just went up in flames, then those bad men attacked and…' he slowly widened his eyes in horror as he realized what happened; his village was attacked and Kazuto was dead. He silently started to weep in sadness and confusion. What now?

Harry was broken from his worried and tearful thoughts once more when he managed to get a glimpse of a black dot in the horizon near the mountain. As the seconds passed by, he could see the dot growing bigger and bigger, as well as hearing a faint flapping sound. Harry kept looking at the black dot for a few seconds before he realized something: it wasn't getting bigger, it was getting closer! He panicked and tried to run away, but his injuries prevented him from properly moving, so he only crawled a foot before he saw a large shadow covering him and something heavy crashing down behind him. He slowly turned his head only to receive the shock of his life.

Standing above him, on four bulky arms, was a massive creature with black feathery wings. Its body was muscular and built like a human's, and a massive black tail stuck out from underneath it. A large round head with four large plates stared at him with beady white eyes. Blue markings decorated its head, tail and wings. Its jaw was massive, filled with white razor-sharp teeth.

A dragon. But not just any dragon; the black dragon that Kazuto had warned him against.

Normally, a person would either scream, try to run, or faint at the sight of such a monstrous creature, but not Harry. He just gazed in shock and awe at the creature. 'It really is true' he thought. 'He really does exist.' For a minute, both dragon and human just stared at each other, neither of them moving. Then, the dragon snarled and dove its head towards Harry intent on attacking him. Immediately Harry panicked as he tried to defend himself by raising his tiny arms (no matter how futile the action seemed). Just before the dragon's jaw reached him and gobbled him up, Harry felt something rush within his body and up his arm. A shockwave shot out of it and hit the dragon square in the snout, which made the dragon flick his head upwards and away from Harry. He tried to run, but he found that he couldn't move.

The dragon shook its head and looked at the boy again. It snarled once more, but this one was slower and fainter. It then bent its head down and did something that astounded Harry once more: it began to speak.

"Who are you, boy?"

Harry was just to astounded to reply. It could talk? He had never read about anything like that! He didn't answer though and that must've annoyed the dragon, because it yelled "Speak!"

Harry nearly jumped at the dragon's tone and stammered out "I-I'm Harry."

"How did you get here?"

"M-my village was attacked by bad magicians and they killed my friend. Then…I don't know."

The dragon snorted and kept looking at him before slowly bending his head down and sniffing at him. "There is more you are not telling me. Your scent is foreign, a scent of magic that I cannot recognize. Lie to me again and I shall be most displeased. How did you get here?" he asked, putting emphasis on the last word.

Harry gulped in fear as he stared into the dragon's eyes. How did he know? But he didn't want to be eaten so he said "M-my uncle beat me when he saw my book, I wanted him to stop and I…just appeared at the village."

The dragon growled once more before sniffing Harry again. When he was done, he lay down cross-armed on the snow, his gaze never leaving Harry's. He eventually asked "Where are you from?"

"E-England."

"I do not recognize that name. You are not from Fiore, are you? By the scent of your magic, you came from another world."

"Um…I think so, sir" Harry replied, although he wasn't really sure at what the dragon was talking about.

The dragon snorted and kept staring at Harry, his head sometimes teetering to the side. He eventually asked "Your…uncle, you said he beat you. Why didn't you stop him?"

Harry winced at the memories that question bought up, including his own feeling of powerlessness as he suffered. "I…I don't know. I…was…too weak." Tears started to form in his eyes as he realized what happened to him. His precious book was gone and Kazuto was dead.

The dragon noticed this and asked "Why are crying, whelp?"

"I-I don't have a home, I have nowhere to go and m-m-my friend d-d-d-died. H-he t-t-tried to f-f-fight them but…" Harry couldn't go on through his sobbing.

"So your friend was weak then. Just like you." the dragon remarked. Harry shot a glare at the dragon for insulting his friend Kazuto. "He wasn't weak!" he cried. "I'm not weak too!"

"The fact that he died so easily and the fact that you couldn't defend yourself says that you are both weak." "You're lying!" Harry shouted. "I have no reason to lie to you, human" the dragon replied, huffing in what looked like exasperation.

Harry just sat silently, glaring at the dragon for what he had said. The thing that stung though, was the fact that it was true; he was weak.

"I'll show you" he muttered. The dragon snapped his gaze back at Harry as he managed to finally stand up on his frail legs. "I'll show you! I'm not weak!" he yelled.

The dragon just stared at him for a while, his gaze matching Harry's green eyes. The dragon then let out a slow chuckle and asked "Tell me boy, do you desire power? Do wish to be strong?"

"I want to be strong! I don't want anyone to hurt me again!" Harry yelled. "I want to be strong like a…" he flashed back to his time in the school library and the bookstore, remembering the one creature that he had read was stronger than anything else. "I want to be strong like a dragon!"

The dragon stared at him in what seemed like open shock before erupting into laughter that echoed around him. He then rose up and stared at the boy, spreading his wings wide and baring his teeth into a grin. "You want power? Then you shall have it. You desire strength? Then you shall achieve it. I will grant you power unequaled among men…" Harry's expression grew hopeful.

"For I am Acnologia, the Dragon King. You shall be my dragonslayer…and my son."


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I am looking for a character that I can pair up with Harry that while stop him from being an omnicidal maniac, will still understand his reasons and allow to "be badass" as it will. NO SLASH and Fairy tail-verse characters only. If there isn't one I might have to make an OC. Anyone have any suggestions? THIS IS IMPORTANT FOR THE STORY!

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