Title: To Be a Great Dragon: Year One

Author Sweetest Thang

Rating T

Main Character Harry Potter, Various OC’s

Pairing None Yet. No Slash. Will be HP/Fem!OC

Disclaimer This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Authors Notes My chapters are usually like, forever long—but that’s why I never update. 13 pages or less…never gets put up. That is why, this story is short chapters. Once every week—or every two days. This is the shortest chapter I have ever written in my life.

Just A Little Nudge

1

Thursday, July 21st, 1988

Harry James Potter hid behind the door as his uncle chatted with someone that he didn't know. That wasn't odd, for Harry was never introduced to anyone. No what was odd was that Harry's uncle was talking about Harry to someone else. When most of the time he liked to pretend that Harry didn't exist, and whenever Harry did somehow prove that he did exist by doing something freakish--or just living--his uncle would try his hardest to make it so that Harry didn't exist.

Said seven-year-old looked at his arms that were littered with faint bruises and scars. His uncle had been trying for an awfully long time to get rid of him, make him leave. He even gave Harry a knife and told him of all the reasons he should die. He had tried to make Harry commit suicide, but he couldn't--and when he couldn't his uncle beat him even more.

Just remembering the beating's made Harry shiver and convulse with fear. He was no stranger to pain, but that didn't mean he liked it anymore. Remembering the beatings almost made Harry want to run away from the door before his uncle caught him,but he had to know what they were talking about. The green-eyed-boy leaned forward pressing his ear to the door as hard as he could.

“--so that’s how we got stuck with the freak,” Harry heard his uncle finish speaking and then heard a melodious voice respond.

“You don’t love him?” She asked in slight curiosity and Harry flinched at the scoff his uncle gave. How could he love a freak like him? How could any adult love someone like him? It was his own fault that his parents had died!

“Love him? We don’t even like the freak! If it wasn’t for the freaky things that they would do to us—“ His uncle paused here and Harry held his breath. Not only because he wanted to hear what his uncle was going to say--but also because he wanted to hear that woman's voice again. She was an adult and probably would hate him just like every other adult he had ever met in his life--but her voice sounded so perfect.

“I see, so if someone were to take him off your hands…” she trailed off and Harry thought he heard a dangerous edge to her voice that made him recoil in fear and then blanch. What was he doing? He was going to get into trouble with Aunt Petunia if the garden wasn't weeded and when he got in trouble with her--he got in trouble with uncle Vernon. Unconciously he rubbed his healed bruises as he slumped off to do his work.

-OoO-

“BOY! GET IN HERE!” Yelled Uncle Vernon and a seven-year-old Harry Potter began to wonder what was going on. He didn’t think he had done something wrong, but then again Uncle Vernon never actually needed a reason to yell at him, or hit him for that matter.Harry really didn’t understand why his family didn’t like him, other than the fact that he was a freak. From what he had seen and heard all adults and grown-ups were equally terrifying and hated him.

“BOY!” Uncle Vernon yelled again and Harry flinched. Slowly he came from in the kitchen making sure to keep his eyes focused on the ground. He did not want his uncle to hit him again. Harry surpressed a shiver at the thought. He really didn't want that.

“Y—yes Uncle Vernon?” He managed to stutter as he shuffled into the doorframe.

“Well,” Vernon said gruffly. “There he is, inspect him all you like. If he is freaky enough for you maybe you can take him off our hands.” Harry’s eyes widened at his Uncle’s words and it was then that he noticed a woman sitting behind his uncle. She must have been the one that was talking. She was—beautiful. That was the only way he could describe her. She had blue eyes as deep as the sea, with bronze skin and brown hair to match. Her hair graced the floor as she walked—wait walked? It was then that Harry was startled out of his reverie. The lady was walking towards him!

She paused directly in front of him and Harry gulped deeply before looking up. Blue met green. Two of her fingers lifted his chin even more and then moved his face left and right.

“He will do,” she stated and Harry almost shivered at how cold her voice was. It seemed his Uncle Vernon noticed as well because he seemed to get very nervous. He began to play with his hands.

“Yes—erm—well—do we get any monetary donations for um—letting you have the freak—I mean boy—Harry! Harry for this um—place?” He asked the last part timidly because the more he spoke the colder the air around him, and the woman’s eyes got. Harry shivered unconciously and began to back away from them slowly. He didn't want to get hurt.

“No,” she said simply and began to gather her things.

“NO?” He demanded seemingly gaining his voice.

“Yes,” she stated turning around smartly on one heel and facing his Uncle—her height towering over him. “You sounded so eager to get rid of him Vernon. Aren’t we doing you a favor taking him off your hands.”

Vernon’s face was a sickly pale and seemed to be getting paler the more she talked. Harry for one, was shocked. He knew his uncle felt that way, but the fact that he told it to a complete stranger hurt Harry.

“That—is what I thought,” the woman sneered and Harry watched as his Uncle Vernon flinched.

“One of my own will be here to pick him up tomorrow. He will return with things for school, you will not touch them or look at them. Then, one of our number will come and pick him up on August 31st. You will not see them. Harry will return on June 1st. In which you will receive notification from me if we will be keeping him.”

She looked from Harry, to his Uncle, and then back to Harry. “Good day gentlemen. Harry, I will be seeing you at school.” With that she walked through the door, pass Harry and let herself out.

There had been one rule that had been engrained within Harry since before he could remember. Never ask questions. However in his stupor he had forgotten.

"Who is she?" He asked and then flinched, his hands covering his mouth and eyes wide. He cowered expecting a slap, but it didn't come.

And for once, his uncle didn’t yell at him. He cleared his throat and answered, “Your new Headmistress." It seemed that answering his question shocked Vernon out of his stupor because he realized what he had done.

"You filthy freak!" He yelled and gave Harry a strong backhand across the face that sent him flying. "What did we tell you about asking questions?"

-OoO-

“So we’re accepting him?” Came a soft voice from her left and Harry Potter’s new Headmistress smirked at her Deputy Head. The woman’s appearance would have frightened many. Blue hair that turned black at the roots. Her hair looked as brittle as a twig—but in actuality was as strong a steal. Her body was covered in a blue scale like armor all over her torso—fading on her calves and forearm into pale skin.

“Yes,” The Headmistress answered with a slight smirk. “Yes we are.”

Zena let out a rare, bloodthirsty smile. “I wonder how the Lord for the Light will feel when his little weapon is naught white…but gray.”

Hivites, on The Headmistress’s right let out a yip of laughter. “Not only on the side of the gray…but on the Creature side.” The small brown haired female yipped again and then let out a long yowl to show her happiness.

Even Headmistress Liadan let a smile fall across her own features. They had a reason to celebrate—at least for tonight. There was always the worry that the boy wouldn’t know what to say to her children and find himself torn apart or bled to death…but she would deal with things such as that when they came. Today she was content.