Quick note: So, first thing's first; Harry's birthday isn't in the summer in this fic (: It's going to be about early September, kay?
Another thing (: I realiz I took Argonians from Elder scrolls (don't own it) but don't associate them, please. If you want to know what Harry looks like, here's a link... just picture it nekkid ^^"
http: / apocolypticsauce. deviantart. com /#/dz0j6x take away the spaces P:
If I owned HP, the book would be shit ;)
Harry's breath caught in his throat as he awoke, gasping and shuddering at the inevitable lack of air. He distantly heard three chimes on a clock somewhere, signaling exactly 17 years after his first breath. He found himself distantly amused by this, as most thought it was something dramatic, when in reality it was only 3:00 in the afternoon that he was born.
But that would be something to laugh about later.
He doubled over with a gasp at the burning sensation surrounding his entire body, clenching his gut in an instinctive attempt to null the harsh pain. The invisible fire worked it's way through his body, settling more so in his ears, eyes, tail bone, and feet. Not once did he wonder what was happening, just why it hurt so much.
This was his inheritance. Sirius had warned him it might come early, but wouldn't tell him why. He, however, had no time to explore this as a fierce, unmanageable pain forced itself into Harry's head, and he, quite mercifully, passed out.
'Poor boy~ You've not yet been told what's coming...'
'Just the future, my lovely child, and it's possibilities. Only things that you will so shall be, you decide your own fate.'
My fate? No... I'm supposed to-
'Hush, lovely child, and mother will enlighten you. Just listen to my voice, and you'll get your answers... just know that all that has been fed to you are lies.'
...What do you mean? How do you know?
'Just listen for the answer, Harry... Keep your eyes open, walk higher than others, and breathe...'
Again, Harry awoke with a gasp, coughing and sputtering as the cold air burned his lungs. His hand shot up to steady his chest as he tried to breathe, his bare chest and hand instantly calling out that something was off. There was weight where there shouldn't be, and none where it should. He brought his off hands to his face and gasped, the air again burning him.
His hands were not hands, but claws. Long, three-fingered, dragon-like talons that honestly scared the piss out of him. The skin was replaced by silvery scales, glistening and shining in the dim afternoon light.
Looking down, a grimace formed on his face. From his chest to dragon-like feet, grew long, shining silvery scales, a bit of down, like a baby swan, starting just above the rim of his pants, and stopping mid-inner thigh. He guessed that at least that wasn't obtruded by scales.
Pausing, he took not that he could see a snake-like maw in front of his face, and quietly, stealthily, slipped through his spell-silenced bed curtains to the bathroom, searching for a mirror. He was met with the sight of a silver beast, looking like a cross between a snake and a human, his head completely overtaken with reptilian qualities.
Taking the shape of a snake's head, small spikes lined his jaw and curved up to form a trail of them, the last two being larger, smooth horns. His ears were gone, obviously, replaced with two almost invisible canals behind a pair of horns on either side of head. His eyes were still a mesmerizing Avada Kedavra green, formed to that of a snakes... but intelligent. The most surprising part was the 'weight'. From his tailbone grew a large, silver snake-like tail, twisting and twitching as he looked it over. It moved quite gracefully, like he himself.
He was taller, too, extremely so, about 8' on his hind legs. His hair was completely gone, leaving a bald, scale-covered head in it's place.
Harry knew he should have been freaking out, screaming at the top of his lungs for Dumbledore to tell him what the hell was going on.
But all he could really think about was how hungry he was.
Guided by nothing but instinct, he snuck back into his room, mindful of the sleeping boys around him. With great care, he opened a window, and slithered out and down the wall, like a fleeing lizard. Scaling the wall, running forward and downward, he made it to the ground easily enough. Slithering... on all four limbs, going by instinct alone, he made his way into the ground floor of the castle, toward a tantalizing smell that burned his nose with delight.
Before he could even turn back, he realized he was in the dungeons, and that just around the nearest corner there was a set of footsteps. That was the smell, he knew it. He slid into the shadows, only now realizing he only wore a small, skin-tight pair of shorts, but not really caring.
Draco Malfoy was exhausted. He had spent detention with Professor McGonagal for transfiguring a first year into a rat. Foregoing that this was advanced transfig. magic, she immediately assigned him a week's detention. After hours of scrubbing floors and counters, he was finally heading back to the Slytherin common room.
Turning a corner, he looked up from his grumbling to a pair of eery green eyes, slit like a snake, an intense hunger in their depths. He instantly jumped back, surpressing a scream, and drew his wand.
A deep growl, almost like a purr, echoed through the hallway as the creature walked sensually forward, face and eyes trained on Draco's every move.
"Hello, boy..." It said in a whispery voice, "What are you doing, wandering the halls alone at this hour?"
Draco lifted his wand higher, aiming at the creature's face. It looked serene and powerful, eyes lidded as if it were bored... but focused still on Draco's face.
"What are you? How did you get in the castle?" He asked, hand shaking. Instead of answering, the snake-thing walked forward, moving as if it had muscles that weren't supposed to be there, just below the skin... scales. It gracefully rose to it's hind legs, pushing the wand away gently and leaning toward Draco. It was inches from him when it sniffed, a calculating look on it's deformed, but beautiful face.
"You're so powerful..." The whispery voice said again, running a rough hand over Draco's cheek. "Would you like to be my wizard?"
Harry had no idea where this was coming from, but didn't really care. Draco was powerful, and could take care of him. His creature was screaming at him to comply, and comply he did.
Draco's eyes widened considerably, confused and a bit weirded out at the sudden events. This beautiful, powerful creature was asking Draco to be his Master? He thought over the advantages of having such a specimen at his beck and call, and suppressed a grin. His father would be pleased...
"Know this, though, Human..." It breathed to him, the air from it's maw like honey and forest. Draco delighted in the scent, barely listening. "I will only stay yours until I find someone more powerful... That is how my kind works... But for the time being, I will Care for you, and remain by your side, doing whatever you ask of me. In return, you will take care of me, and make sure I have all things necessary to my survival. Is that acceptable?"
Draco immediately agreed, cheering inside. The creature preened and rubbed it's face against Draco's, wrapping it's long arms around the boy. "Thank you, Master." It whispered.
Draco awoke the next morning to the creature sleeping in his bed, curled up by his waist, long tail thumping. It looked dazzling in the light, powerful and serene. Draco almost squealed in joy at the thought of this creature being his temporarily. But he didn't, because Malfoys don't squeal.
"Wake up..." He began, but then it occurred to him he didn't know it's name.
"I am already awake..." It said, smiling up at him. It uncurled and stretched, it's entire stomach now in view, and suddenly Draco new very well that it was male. He blushed.
The creature laughed at the young blond's blush, remembering that he was naked. He got off of the bed and onto all fours, sex sliding into his body.
"Are you more comfortable now?" It asked, obviously amused. The blond sneered and got off the bed, heading toward the bathroom to dress.
By this time, Harry's conscious was only a spec in the creature's mind, only there for memories and information. The creature side had taken over now, which didn't really bother him in the least.
Draco made his way to the great hall, the nude, silvery beast walking on all fours behind him, staring serenely at passing people. On all legs, his back came up to Draco's shoulders, head well above the blond's, making it an imposing creature.
Student's head turned as the duo entered the hall, and for a terrifying moment, Draco thought the creature would get a whiff of Dumble-fuck and leave him. As if sensing his distress, The reptile leaned down as they walked and nuzzled Draco's cheek.
"Do not worry," It whispered, "I am a dark creature. Light magic holds no interest for me. That old thing is just dirt on my pads."
The young blond was instantly relieved.
He took a seat at the table, The reptile sitting behind him and scanning the surroundings, and looked over toward Griffondor. He smirked when he saw there was no Harry Potter sitting there in the little group of distressing friends, frantic of their loss of 1/3rd of the trio.
"Something amuses you, Master?" It smiled, making the other students around them nervous.
"It looks as if the Golden Boy is sick... or Better yet, dead." The blond answered, causing a quiet laughter. The creature not-quite-rid-of-Harry couldn't suppress a growl, eyes narrowing. Draco looked abashed.
"Mr. Malfoy..." A deep voice drawled, drawing the attention of both Slytherin and Snake. "Care to explain what this Argonian is doing in the castle?"
Said Argonian purred at the man's magic, slithering under the table gracefully(scaring the students) and nuzzling the Potions professor's side until he reached his face. The purring continued as he wrapped himself around the man, tail thumping against his thigh.
Severus' face heated up at the attention of the creature, trying his best to remain bored looking. Draco looked nervous at his new familiar's behavior.
"You're a good one..." The creature said, licking Severus' hand. "Isn't he powerful, Master?"
Draco nodded, ignoring the stunned look in his godfather's eyes. "Yes, He is... Please, tell me your name. I wish to address you properly."
The Argonian hesitated, looking around the great hall at all of the stares he was recieving. If he said his name, all would know, but...
"If my master wishes to know... In my past exsistance, before this form... I was Harry. Harry Potter."