Here is the revamped version of Raised by a Dragon. As you will be able to tell, it has changed a fair bit though still keeping with the original story idea. After this chapter i will be adding a few facts about the beings in this fanfic, mostly around the dragons. I have also come up with runes that I will use in the story and a dragon language to match.

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James and Lily Potter lived a fairly quiet life with their twin sons in Godric's Hollow. The only thing that disrupted their peace, was the constant fear that Voldemort would find them and their children. The young couple was forced into hiding with their newborn sons after a prophecy was released predicting Voldemort's downfall at the hands of one of the twins. Little did they know that it was both children that would stand hand in hand to defeat the dark lord that plagued wizard kind.

Despite their constant fears, James and Lily tried to raise their boys as normally as possible. The oldest by four minutes was Adrian, born with the vibrant red hair of his mother and the warm, hazel eyes of his father. Adrian was the louder of the two and often demanded attention from his parents. Harry was his younger brother with messy black hair, adorning his head in place of his brother's red, and the shining emerald eyes of his mother, in place of the hazel hue of his father. He was extremely quiet and less likely to scream for attention, only crying when something was wrong; like when he was hungry or needed to be changed, things like that, otherwise he was silent except for the occasional giggle when uncle Remus would read him stories using funny sound effects. Occasionally, Lily wondered if there was something wrong with Harry, but the thoughts were quickly brushed aside when Adrian demanded attention. Of the family's friends the twins' godfather, Sirius, liked playing with Adrian more than Harry as he was the more playful of the two. While Adrian was playing with toys Harry simply wanted to be read to and just sat silently in the play pen with his brother. Remus greatly enjoyed reading to Harry and found his quiet nature calming, particularly near the full moon. His wolf always seemed to like Harry and tended to treat him as a cub of his own.

It was at Halloween shortly after the twins first birthday when it happened, the day James and Lily had been dreading. The couple was at a party being held by Sirius when He came. A young girl from down the street was looking after the twins. James and Lily would never forgave themselves for what happened to her. The babysitter, Mary, had just put the boys to sleep. They liked to sleep in the same crib as they cried if they were separated.

He came through the door, blasting it off its hinges, stepping through the threshold before it had even fallen to the ground. After coming through, Voldemort entered the hallway and prepared to go upstairs to kill the twins, but before he could do so, he saw Mary trying sneak into the kitchen to call for help against the intruder.

Voldemort killed her before she even had time to scream.

Walking past the poor girls body Voldemort ascended the stairs to where the children lay sleeping. Going into the nursery Adrian awoke at the slight creek of the door, thinking it to be his mummy or daddy coming to see him he stayed silent not yet realising the danger. When Voldemort got closer to the crib, Adrian saw that it wasn't someone he knew and started crying, waking his brother in the process. In an attempt to protect his little brother, Adrian moved slightly so he was sitting more in front of Harry. Voldemort, wanting to silence the deafening cries, aimed his wand at Adrian and sent a killing curse his way.

Several things happened at once when the curse was released; the most notable was the magic Harry released when sensing the danger. The shadowy magic was released and a shield of darkness formed in front of the twins. A small bit of the spell still got through the powerful magic and left a lightning scar on Adrian's forehead. With the release of the inhuman magic, a pair of pure black Dragon wings manifested on Harry's back. A slightly jagged, sickly green mark was left on Harry's right wing running from where the wing met his back to the top tip. During the release of power Voldemort was killed, for however brief a time, his own curse having been reflected back to him destroying his corporal form. Unable to control the magic that was released, the shadows whisked Harry away to a place where his magic could be nurtured and where he would be taught how to use it. Adrian was left screaming in his cot his head hurting and covered in blood, his little brother gone.

When James and Lily returned from the party to find their house partially destroyed both immediately panicked, knowing that Voldemort had come and tried to kill their children. Fearing the worst for their defenseless children, James and Lily rushed into the house. Upon seeing Mary's dead body on the floor Lily panicked and ran up the partially destroyed stairs to the nursery. Entering the nursery Lily immediately saw Adrian crying in his crib with a lighting shaped cut on his forehead, Harry nowhere in sight.

Yelling for James Lily picked up her remaining son and dabbed at the bleeding cut with her handkerchief, tears streaming down her face at the loss of her child. When James came in moments later and saw Lily holding Adrian close holding her handkerchief to his head and noticed the tears falling, he immediately knew what was wrong, Harry was gone. Despite being more willing to play with Adrian, he had loved Harry just as dearly, and with tears falling from his own eyes, he gathered his wife and remaining son in his arms and just stood there with them crying over their lost child.

Both parents knew that they would have to be strong in raising their last child, even if that meant being overly protective. Lily never lost hope that some power had saved Harry and that he was out there somewhere, living his life in peace. She knew that if that was the case that it was the same power that saved Adrian as well.

Far across the land a flash of darkness filled the cave of the last night dragon, Serene.

Awakening from her slumber she went to investigate the disturbance in the powers of the night. Being a dragon of night, her power was greatly increased when the sun went down and she had felt the slight shifts in the night. They were only slight though, either a long distance away or nothing more than bats hunting in the darkness.

Presuming the later, Serene had ignored it.

It was in the moments following her sensing this soft disturbance when she felt the presence of her own kind in her cave with her. She knew it was not her egg hatching, as it had been like stone when she had it laid many decades before, just after her mate had been killed by namarik for seeming a danger to the people. She knew that the kit would not awaken until it and the world was ready. When she came upon the source of the power, she was greatly surprised; it was a small nama child, barely more than one winter old. What truly shocked the dragon was the power radiating off him and the way the shadows caressed and wrapped around him as if he were truly one of them, just as they did with night kits. Serene wrapped the night around her and took on a nama form as to not frighten the child. Once nama, the only things showing her dragon side were the deep purple wings on her back and the matching dragon tail as well as her reptilian eyes. Carefully she picked up the child, only then noticing the dragon wings on his back.

Adjusting her sight to look at his magic, she noticed that his was a shadow instead of the usual light of normal namarik. It was then she realised what he as, not having drawn the conclusion earlier; he was dragon hearted, an extremely rare gift among namarik, much rarer than the metamorphagus powers that some had. She knew of only one other, a young fire dragon that had lived in the country before moving somewhere else. Usually the power didn't come to them until their teen years, the human equivalent of a dragon's alland years and it came slowly, first getting the heightened senses of dragons and ending with the manifestation of wings.

It was during the alland years in a dragon that they matured and started looking for a mate. This started when the dragon is around three hundred years old; Serene was only a few hundred years out of alland herself. The only time a dragon heart would appear before that time was if the hearted one or their family was in danger and the dragon magik was needed. Never had Serene heard of one so young coming into their dragon side. Regardless of the circumstances though, the nama had come to her cave and she would look after him as well as she could. She would teach him the language and customs of being a dragon and how to write in their ancient runes.

From that day Harry Potter died, and Serene took him into her cave and cared for him, giving him the name she and her passed mate, Sidus, had decided on for their first name kit.

It was a name that held meaning in the realm of dragons and Serene believed that this young namarik deserved it.

Scatha, powerful one.

Notes:

Translations (if you haven't figured it out):
Nama - human
Namarik - wizard (literally human magic)
Magik - magic
Alland - teenage