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The werewolf tossed Padfoot to the side. Its golden eyes snapped to Hermione, Ron, and Harry.

"Professor!" Hermione yelled.

"Sirius!" Harry called at the same time.

Those golden eyes carried none of the intelligence and kindness Remus had just hours earlier. The creature leaped toward the trio. Harry stepped out in front, pushing the others behind him. On instinct, he raised his left arm to fend off the bite. He had learned the hard way that it was best to give an animal something to chew on while keeping his main hand free. All those visits from Marge were finally paid off.

Except a werewolf was not a dog.

Harry screamed as the teeth tore into his forearm. Some part of him realized that if the jaws had snapped together then it meant the teeth had gone through his bones in the process. He brought his wand around, holding it like a knife, and stabbed it into Lupin's face, aiming for the eyes. A large, clawed hand caught the wand as it wound back for another stab.

The edge of his vision began to lose color. Darkness pressed in on him. Harry gritted his teeth. This was not how he was going to die. There were too many things about tonight that needed to happen. He had to make sure Sirius escaped. He had to make sure his friends survived. He had to keep the dementors away from everyone.

His scream turned into a roar. The wolf paused, considering the strange creature in its maw. It was enough of a break to allow Hermione to blast Lupin with some spell. The werewolf dropped Harry as it tumbled away across the grass.

"Harry!" Someone yelled.

They were too far away for him to make out who it was.

"Get Sirius." He said. "Get him out of here."

He used his good arm to push himself up onto his knees. The world lurched as he tried to stand. There were voices around him. He had lost his glasses at some point. His vision was too blurry.

Harry pushed through the pain and the dizziness. Something was wrong with his right hand. He held it up to see that his wand had been broken. Shards of it pierced his palm and wrist. His hand, while still in one piece, wasn't supposed to bend that way. He tried to move other arm but found it wasn't working the way it was supposed to. He looked down to see that his left arm was covered in blood from the elbow down.

He glared at the direction Lupin had run off. The werewolf was somewhere in the Forbidden Forest now.

"Damn it." Harry grumbled. "How am I supposed to hold a broom with my hands like this?"

The world lurched and his vision went black.

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Three Weeks Later
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Harry remained unchanged. His body floated above the hospital bed, surrounded in an orb of golden energy. No spells, potions, or rune could get through. They had admitted him to St. Mungo's as soon as they could. The shell had formed once Harry had lost consciousness. Nurses and Doctors had checked on him hourly at first. Now, they got a status update three times a day when they delivered meals to Hermione.

No one was around when the shell began to crack. The golden orb faded away, seeping into Harry's skin as he settled gently onto the bed. He blinked awake. Hospital sheets, no matter the hospital, always felt the same. At first, he expected to be at Hogwarts, but a quick look around the room proved him wrong.

He was in a private room. Flowers and cards covered two of the walls. To his left sat Hermione. She was asleep with a book in her lap. A thin blanket had been draped over her. The impressive stack of books beside her made him think she had been here for a while.

Harry stretched. He was more than happy to find that both his arms were in perfect working order. Wiggling his toes proved that they were doing what they needed to do as well. He had a couple of new scars. A gnarled bite on his forearm mingles with the basilisk fang scar. The palm of his right hand had a string of small starburst where his wand had pierced his skin.

He frowned. That was a nice wand. How would he get a new one?

Other than that, he appeared to be in one piece. Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed. He shifted forward, testing to see if he could hold his weight. The cold floor made him squeak in shock. He froze as Hermione stirred in her chair.

He let out a long, slow breath as she stayed asleep. Harry smiled at her and leaned forward to see what she had been reading. The entire stack focused on healing magic from around the world. As well as common reactions to lycanthrope infection.

Harry looked back down at his forearm again. He had been bitten by a werewolf on the full moon. The chances of him not being a werewolf were so infinitesimal that not even the Potter Luck could save him. At least Hermione and Ron were safe. He would adapt. It wasn't the first time he had been cursed.

"Sirius." He whispered.

He needed to know what had happened to Sirius.

"Hermione." Harry whispered.

No response.

"Hermione." He raised his voice a little louder.

"Harry." She moaned in her sleep.

Something about the way she said his name sent a thrill through his body.

"I need you to wake up, Hermione." Harry tried to keep his voice even.

"Again?" She grumbled. "Three times was enough."

Harry flinched. What was she dreaming about?

"Ten points from Gryffindor, Miss Granger." Harry said in his best McGonagall impression.

"Sorry professor!" Hermione snapped awake. "I didn't mean to fall… HARRY!"

She burst from her chair and wrapped him in a tight hug. Harry returned it, only to realize he was naked aside from a thin hospital gown. He stepped back, taking a seat on the bed, and quickly covering himself with his pillow. She was dressed in a matching set of cloud-patterned pajamas.

"You're awake!" Hermione grabbed his arms.

She quickly examined the bite mark. "Flex your fingers. Any numbness? Are you hungry? Do you need raw meat? Follow my finger with your eyes. Can you see alright? Where are your glasses?"

"I can see fine." Harry soothed her. "Take a breath. Tell me what happened."

She took a deep breath.

"Remus bit you. You fought back, but he broke your arm and destroyed your wand. I was able to push him away with a spell. He ran off into the forest. You passed out and we brought you here." Her voice was shaking by the end. "There was so much blood. I thought we were going to lose you. I thought I was going to lose you."

Hermione leaned forward, kissing him deeply.

"What were you think? Jumping in front of a werewolf? That's reckless even for you!" Hermione continued after she pulled away.

Harry blinked, trying to catch up to what had just happened.

"Did you just kiss me?" Harry asked.

"Yes." She blushed. "Don't distract me. What were you thinking?"

"I was trying to protect you." Harry shrugged. "And Ron too. I didn't want you to get hurt. Or Ron." He leaned in, dropping his voice low. "What happened to Sirius?"

"He escaped on Buckbeak, just like we planned." Hermione matched his volume. "It was almost impossible to get him to leave you. Once they brought you here, he finally had to go. They have a way to reverse the animagus form around the building in case they have a patient that needs to be treated. We couldn't risk it."

"Thank you." Harry hooked a finger on her pants, pulled her in, and planted a quick kiss on her lips.

She gasped.

"What?" Harry asked. "You started it."

"It was in the heat of the moment." Hermione poked his chest. "You scared me."

"How long was I out?" He asked.

"Three weeks." Hermione replied.

Harry froze. "Did you say weeks?"

Hermione nodded. "Not only that. You were wrapped in some sort of magical shield. A cocoon, or egg. Whatever it was stopped everything from getting close to you. No one could touch you."

"I was in a magical egg?" Harry asked. "Oddly enough, that isn't the weirdest thing I have ever said."

"You were bitten by a werewolf." Hermione said softly. "It's been three weeks. They are going to move you to a containment cell. They couldn't take the chance of you transforming."

Harry sighed. "I don't like it, but that makes sense."

A loud sound and a scream made them both jump. Harry hopped from the bed, sliding in front of Hermione, getting between her and the danger.

"Harry." She huffed. "Really! You just woke up. No more heroics."

A rather shocked nurse stared at him from the doorway. Her hands were still held out as though she was holding the lunch tray that was scattered across the ground around her. The nurse hurried out of the room. She returned with a squad of doctors. Hermione stepped back as Harry was put through an extensive examination. An hour later they were finally alone once more.

"So, where are they going to move me?" Harry asked.

"They have a special room for lycanthropes." Hermione sat on the bed next to him.

"You can say werewolf." Harry bumped her shoulder with his.

"Are you sure you're alright?" She asked. "You haven't asked for you glasses. Can you see without them? Do you have any unusual urges?"

"Unusual urges?" Harry chuckled. "Such as?"

"The books I've read say that the first transformation is the worst." Hermione took his hand. She stroked the back of it lightly with her fingertips. "There have been reports of increased aggression, hunger, and."

The last word was lost in a mumble.

"What was that?" Harry asked.

"Mating." She whispered.

"I'm not angry." Harry counted them off. "I am hungry, but not overly so." Another finger. "Aside from having a pretty girl in my bed, I'm not horny."

"Harry!" She giggled.

"Did you just giggle?" Harry asked.

"No." She continued to giggle. "I do not giggle."

"Mister Potter?" A female voice spoke from nearby.

Harry turned to see an attractive woman with curly black hair in the doorway.

"My name is Andromeda Tonks." She held her hand out as she crossed the room. "I'm one of the healers that have been observing you."

"Nice to meet you." Harry took her hand and kissed it.

Her cheeks flushed. Harry held her hand for a moment longer. He leaned in, taking a small sniff.

"Do I know you?" He asked as he let her hand go.

"You know my cousin." She smiled at him. "Sirius."

"He's innocent." Harry said quickly.

"I know." Andromeda shook her head. "I've been saying that for years. No one will listen."

"Welcome to my world." Harry nodded. "I'm guessing you aren't just here to say hi."

"No." She gave him a small, sad smile. "We need to move you to a secure area. You'll be staying there until after the full moon."

Harry hopped off the bed. "Lead the way."

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The room wasn't too bad. It had to have some sort of expansion charm on it as it took up way too much space. The room felt like it stretched the entire floor, but they had passed other rooms to get here.

"We'll be monitoring you." Andromeda said. "And we'll check on you in the morning."

"Thanks." Harry gave Hermione a hug. "I'll be ok."

"I'm supposed to comfort you." She hugged him tightly.

"A kiss for luck?" Harry asked.

She glared at him. Then gave him a quick peck on the lips.

"That doesn't count." Harry sighed.

"Yes, it does." Hermione countered.

Harry stepped forward, sweeping her into his arms. They kissed deeply, his tongue tentatively touching hers. When they stood back up, Hermione had a happy smile on her face. She blushed brightly once she remembered that they weren't alone.

"The full moon is a three-day process." Andromeda smiled at the duo. "Starting tonight you'll spend your time here. In the morning we'll check on you, but you'll stay here until the moon is no longer full."

Harry nodded. "I don't think I'll mind. It looks bigger than the room." He paused. "What about food?"

"There are some stashes of food hidden around the room." Andromeda explained. "It took some testing, but that seems to provide some enrichment to a transformed patient."

Harry sighed. "Here we go."

He stepped into the room. It was like stepping into a forest. He could just make out the ceiling. They had managed to room even have some cloud cover. He paused for a moment taking everything in. Harry followed the sound of running water to find a pool with a waterfall.

Harry shucked off his gown and stepped into the water. It had a gentle slope to it allowing him to get to the depth he wanted without being such a shock. The water was a few degrees cooler than the room. Harry lounged against edge of the magically made pond.

He relaxed, listening to the sound of the waterfall. It was about an hour later when he felt something different. A pressure inside of him was building. It started around his chest, pushing hard against his bones. His skin began to pull taught.

Harry looked down at his hands as they shifted into claws. His skin wasn't growing excess hair. It gained a shimmer. He watched in awe as scales emerged and settled into place. Harry dragged himself out of the water as he felt the muscles in his torso begin to tense. His bones cracked and groaned audibly as they moved to their new placement. Harry closed his eyes tight, breathing through the pain. An intense tingle along his scalp before traveling across his jaw and covering his entire head.

A mighty roar echoed through the room as Harry stood on new legs. His breath came out in ragged huffs, expelling small wisps of smoke each time. He could feel his new body. Power raced through him with every heartbeat. He reveled in the sounds and smells now open to him. Harry let out a long sigh before scrunching up his brow.

Wasn't he supposed to be a mindless beast?

Harry examined his new body at greater length. His skin was now an all too familiar midnight black scales. The last time he had seen them was on the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets. Thankfully he hadn't turned into a giant snake.

He turned back to the water, hoping to get a look at his new form. His head was hard, sharp angles that he had only seen in storybooks. He would have thought he was looking at a dragon if it weren't for the flame-colored feathers atop his head in place of hair.

He recognized those as well. Phoenix feathers.

Luckily, his eyes were still his. Somewhere in the transformation his scar had vanished. He didn't miss it.

Harry paused for a moment. Were the black scales from the basilisk, or due to his hair color? Would that mean he could kill, or petrify, with a look? There had to be a way to test it without hurting someone.

As a reply, he felt something shift over his eyes. Turning back to the water he saw a slight sheen to his gaze. He concentrated and the shimmery barrier retracted. It slid back into place with little effort. He stood looking into the water, watching his eyes go back and forth for longer than he would have ever admitted.

Only the rumble of his stomach brought him back to the present. The transformation had taken a lot of energy. He needed food.

His new and improved senses led him to a stash of uncooked meat. It looked to be a leg of some sort. Harry was hungry, but raw meat didn't appeal to him. If only he could cook it.

A heat burned in his chest. Naturally, he opened his mouth. A gout of flame covered the leg, charring it nicely. Harry blinked, staring in shock at the slightly overcooked piece of meat in his hand. His hand, that hadn't been damaged or seemingly bothered at all by the fire.

Harry took a bite. It was crunchy and burnt, but damn was it tasty. Harry gnawed on the bone, making sure to get the last little bits of meat. He walked back over to the pond and placed the bone near his discarded gown. Harry didn't want to make some poor interns dig through the room to clean up the mess.

He took his place back in the pond. It was a bit colder than before, but that was probably due to his transformation. Harry tried to process what was going on. He had been bitten by a werewolf, but he turned into some sort of dragon. The scales and protective filter on his eyes were obviously from the basilisk, while the feathers and fire were from Fawkes. He didn't remember seeing the phoenix ever breath fire, but he had been suffering from blood loss at the time.

Harry sighed. There was also the fact that he seemed to still be in control of himself. Did that mean he could still speak?

ŞHello?Ş

Harry huffed. Parseltongue, of course. That was incredibly helpful. A smile crossed his face. He could still write.

He hopped up out of the pond and began to explore the area. It took a little bit, but finally he found a tree that would work. He carefully pealed the bark away from the trunk and set it out on the ground in front of him.

I'm still me
Can speak in parseltongue
Werewolf + Basilisk + Phoenix?
Need to test if gaze is deadly

Harry carefully took the piece of bark back to the pond. He placed it carefully by his gown. Now all he could do was wait. Being awake all night seemed like a bad idea. However, he had just woken up from a three weeklong coma. It was time to hunt down those other stashes of food. He wasn't sure how many there were. Harry hoped that he'd be able to get better at cooking them before he ruined them all.

Tomorrow, he needed to ask for something to do.

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Harry woke to the sound of the door opening. He hopped from the flat of his back to his feet. Quickly, he grabbed the discarded hospital gown and slipped it on. Last night had been incredibly boring after the first few minutes. He found the hidden food around the room and experimented with cooking them. He found it easier to make a fire to cook with than using it directly from his mouth. His claws made it incredibly easy to strip the meat from the bones. After that he just kind of lounged in the pond. When he got bored with that, he made a little log cabin out of the leftover bones. At some point he had fallen asleep.

The mouthwatering scent of Andromeda Tonks drifted closer as she approached.

CLAIM

"Mrs. Tonks?" Harry called out.

"Yes, Harry?" Her voice was farther away than he expected.

"I don't think it's safe for you to come much closer." Harry could feel his cheeks warming up.

"I know this might be uncomfortable, but I need you to answer me truthfully." She hadn't moved any closer, but she hadn't left either. "You're having an increase in a primal urge. Can you tell me what sort?"

"Um…" Harry looked up to the ceiling.

"Do you want to attack me?" She asked.

"Sort of." Harry replied.

"Eat me?" She pressed.

"Maybe." Harry felt a rumble in his chest.

"Oh." Andromeda gasped. "Mating."

"Yeah." Harry closed his eyes, focusing on his breath.

It didn't help. He could smell her. Her scent was masked by her soap and the cloud of funk that came in when she opened the door. It took every bit of his self-control to stay still.

"Unfortunately, we have to press on." Andromeda spoke after a moment. "You must learn to control these urges if you are going to rejoin society."

Harry nodded. "That makes sense. Just, move slowly, please."

"Understood." Andromeda replied.

He could hear her heartbeat as she drew closer. It was fast, even with her controlled breathing. Harry closed his eyes, trying to think of anything else. He ran through quidditch drills and tried to think of all the wand motions for the spells he knew.

"Harry." She was too close now. "I need you to open your eyes."

Harry shook his head.

"It's going to alright." Her voice was soft and soothing.

"No, it's not." Harry spoke through gritted teeth.

Her scent was intoxicating. He could feel her heartbeat.

"Is there a guy who could do this?" Harry begged.

"We can't chance you attacking someone." Andromeda sighed. "If you're having this much trouble with your instincts, I would be worried that you'd see a male as a threat."

Harry nodded. He hated how she made sense.

"Please, Harry." She moved closer. "I need you to open your eyes and look at me."

He did. She was standing a little out of arms reach. Andromeda was wearing a set of healers' robes; her curly black hair was pulled back away from her face. Harry let out a long, ragged breath.

"Well done." She smiled at him.

Harry felt the urge to lunge at her. To claim her. The only thing that stopped him was the glint of a gold band on her finger.

"Are." He spoke through gritted teeth. "Are you married?"

She looked at him. "Oh. Yes, happily."

The urge eased. Harry found himself crossing the distance between them. Andromeda watched him closely. Harry stepped into her personal space. He rubbed the underside of his chin on her neck, marking her.

PACK

That seemed to settled things. Harry vaguely recalled seeing cats do something similar.

"Oh." Andromeda rocked back a bit, with a giggle. "That was unexpected."

"I wanted to…" He blushed. "Claim you."

"And yet here I stand fully clothed and unravished." Andromeda waved a hand at herself. "Well done."

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The next two nights were pretty much a repeat of the first. They had him go to the observation room before sundown to be safe. Aunt Andi, as she liked to be called, gave him some exercises to do while he was in his dragon form. He couldn't hold off the change, or swap back during the full moon, but his control remained. Parseltongue was the only language he was able to speak, his mouth couldn't move in the right way to form human words. His diet changed as well. It mostly consisted of meat. He preferred it cooked even in his dragon form. His senses were enhanced in his human form. When he was a dragon, they were even more impressive.

On the second night they were able to observe him fully. In their examination they found out he was something of a hybrid between a dragon and a human. His other form was a bipedal humanoid with black scales and a phoenix feather mane. Both his hands and feet were capped with wicked claws. They were sharp enough to peel the bark from a tree in thin strips and cut into stone. Breathing fire was still something he had to work on. For now, he could manage short bursts.

Hermione had to go back home once he was awake. His days were spent in near-constant rounds of tests which, but he still missed her. Were they boyfriend and girlfriend now? Would that make things weird? How would Ron take it? They hadn't allowed visitors since he woke up.

Thankfully, Harry hadn't missed much during his time in the egg. The healers had called it 'stasis' to sound important, but he knew what it was. He had hatched from an egg. The last week of school had been mostly damage control. They sent students home in waves to make sure everyone was safe. The dementors were attracted to large groups and they didn't want another encounter on the train.

A part of him was annoyed that he never faced one again. All that time through the year practicing how to summon a Patronus only to encounter a werewolf. Another, much larger, part told him he was being stupid and was incredibly happy.

He had spent two weeks of his summer break in the egg though. One good thing about all this was that he couldn't go back to the Dursley's. Even if he could control himself in his other form he still had to shift on the full moon.

Finally, seven days after the full moon and countless tests, Harry was released. He wasn't sure where he was going to go, but he was free. As much as he loved the Weasleys, he didn't think it would be a good idea to be around them. Honestly, he didn't completely trust himself yet.

Aunt Andi walked with him out to the lobby.

"I have an offer." Aunt Andi said.

"Hm?" Harry looked at her.

"Come stay with me." She said. "You're my cousin's godson, that makes you family."

"Would that be safe?" Harry wanted to say yes, but the worry still nagged at him.

"My daughter still lives at home. She's an Auror." Andi dropped her voice to a grumble. "As much as I wish she wasn't. But she knows how to handle herself."

"What about your husband?" Harry asked.

"Ted is a lawyer." Andi answered. "He works just as much as I do. The basement has been magically expanded for nights of the full moon. Ted had it charmed to be a park for my birthday a few years ago. It would be perfect for you. It even has a firepit."

It did sound good. Not like he had any other options. His vague plan was to make his way back to Hogwarts. He was sure that Hagrid would be happy to have a dragon-person around. That and he didn't think that the Forbidden Forest would be as imposing anymore.

Harry had thought that Headmaster Dumbledore would have checked in on him. The old man usually popped in to check on him at the end of the year. The fact that the previous times had been in the hospital was a not-so-happy accident. He didn't want to admit it, but the absence did sting a bit. They had let him know about not going back to the Dursley's via a letter.

He smiled as the door to the lobby opened. The mingled scent of the Weasleys, complete with something that smelled amazing courtesy of Molly, greeted him. His enhanced senses made it hard to carry off surprises, but he wasn't going to ruin it for them.

"Welcome back Harry!" The family yelled as he stepped out into the space.

The entire family, including a couple older guys that he didn't recognize, gathered for him. Molly held a cake that was almost as long as he was tall. Ron rushed over to him. It became clear that the boy had grown in the few weeks. Ron had always had a bit of height on him, now it was very noticeable.

"Harry!" Ron slammed into him with a hug. "What the hell were you thinking? You could have died!"

"Language, Ronald." Molly snapped.

"I almost die all the time." Harry shrugged.

"First the spiders, then the dementors, and now a fucking werewolf?!" Ron's voice got louder as he spoke. "Those are just the ones I was there for. The basilisk, Quirrell, Scabbers, and who knows how many more."

"Ronald Weasley!" Molly stalked over to him. "Watch your language." She turned to Harry. "It's wonderful to see you up and about, Harry dear. They wouldn't let anyone in to visit you. I still don't know how Hermione managed to sneak her way in."

"She did?" Harry asked.

"They had to chase her out every day." Andromeda added.

"Then there's the foolishness about not letting you stay with us." Molly huffed.

"It's not safe." Harry sighed. "I don't want to hurt anyone."

"You would never." Molly gasped.

"Neither would Remus." Harry countered.

A heavy silence settled on the crowd. The scent in the air was a mixture of fear, sorrow, and a subtle undertone of anger.

"Where is Remus?" Harry asked softly.

"He bit a child during the full moon on Hogwarts grounds. A student he was responsible for protecting." Molly replied in a whisper. "The fact that it was you, of all people, was even worse in the eyes of the public."

A stone of dread settled in his stomach.

"What happened?" Harry asked.

"He's in Azkaban." Molly gave him a gentle. "The only reason he wasn't kissed was the fact that he turned himself in. Ron told me how important he was to you. I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry nodded. He didn't want to admit it, but he agreed with him being locked away. It was the full moon and he had neglected to take his wolfsbane potion while he was surrounded by students. Sure, the situation was more complicated, but it was still irresponsible of him. Harry could feel the pull of the moon even now. It was like a heartbeat, or drums, that got louder as moonrise approached.

"The Ministry sent a team to investigate Hogwarts." Arthur said as he approached. "They wanted to make sure it was as safe as Dumbledore claimed." He sighed. "He's currently on leave while they continue their investigation."

"And well he should." Molly grumbled. "I always thought he was a great man, but a colony of acromantula so close to the school, what was he thinking?"

"He hadn't reported the incident with the basilisk last year either." Arthur added. "Or the business with the Philosophers Stone the year before that."

"What?" Harry snapped.

"We don't know how he managed it." Arthur shook his head. "Professor McGonagall in acting Headmistress until the investigation is complete."

"St. Mungo's could have provided the antidote to the petrified students that same evening." Andromeda added. "We don't have any on hand, but we have the supplies and a team of Potions Masters."

At least that explained why Dumbledore hadn't visited. Harry tried to think over the last few years. Dumbledore was a great wizard. That was no in question, but now that he thought about it, he wasn't a very good Headmaster. He hid the Philosopher's Stone in the school the same year he hired Quirrell. Then he allowed Lockhart to be a professor. If what Andromeda said was true, which she had no reason to lie, then he could have easily cured the petrified students.

Harry sighed. The world was a lot simpler last summer.

"I've got great news!" Ron bounced on his feet. "Dad scored tickets to the Quidditch World Cup. Box seats! You have to come."

"Is that safe?" Harry looked at Andromeda.

"Of course, it is!" Ron interrupted. "I checked. The full moon isn't for another two weeks after it."

Harry smiled brightly. "I'm in."

"He'll be staying with my family this summer." Andromeda answered the unspoken question. "We're connected by Floo so there shouldn't be an issue."

"We should continue this conversation elsewhere." Percy strode over to the group. "Our party is large enough to cause a blockage for patients."

"Thank you, Percy." Arthur patted his son on the shoulder.

Harry followed the Weasley's out of the lobby to a line of fireplaces. Each one had a dish with familiar powder nearby.

"Can you take a cake through the Floo?" Harry asked.

"Don't worry, dear. Stasis charms will keep it safe." Molly tapped the cake a few times with her wand.

Harry waited his turn to go through the Floo. He stepped into the flames and easily strolled out into the Burrow. That was a nice change. He moved to the side to allow everyone else. His senses were assaulted by scents and sounds so hard it made his eyes water. He had to hurry outside to mellow things out.

Everything was so strong. The orchard was a slight relief. Suddenly, he was really glad that he didn't push to stay with the Weasleys. He wasn't sure how he was going to make it through any public gathering. The hospital wasn't nearly as overpowering.

"Are you ok?" Ron hurried out behind him.

"I needed some fresh air." Harry smiled at his friend. "I'm sorry, Ron, but don't think I can go inside."

Ron frowned. After a long moment, he nodded.

"We can meet out here." Ron offered. "If that's too much, at least we tried."

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The gathering had to be moved outside. Thankfully, it was a nice night out. Harry didn't know why, but being inside the home itself was too much for him. It was a sensory overload. There was something else underneath it as well. That urge he had first experienced when Andi entered the enclosure. He didn't feel the call to bite someone, to possibly create a companion. It was the desire to claim. Not as part of his pack, or whatever a group of dragons were called, but to mate.

Harry wasn't sure what to make of it. He considered the Weasleys pretty much an unofficial family. Of the lot, there were only two options since he didn't find any of the guys appealing. Ginny was too young, and Molly was married. That didn't make either of them make sense.

It wasn't until Molly served him up a third piece of cake that he narrowed it down. He thought it was just the food at first. Between her need to make sure he had enough to eat, and his increased metabolism he was even putting Ron to shame. Granted, he had better manners, but that was mostly to poke fun at his friend. Ron wasn't that bad. The signs that he had grown up in a large family had left an impact on his behavior.

Molly. It was her. He felt a surge of heat every time she came near. Harry tried to use logic to force the reaction back under his control. Molly was Rons' mother. She was married. Not only would it upset his friend, but she was also married. Arthur was everything that Harry could ask for in a family member. While not really a father figure, he was more like an uncle. It would be a majorly disrespectful.

The other side of the argument wasn't in words. He found himself watching her move. Her choice of clothes wasn't aimed at showing off her figure, but it didn't take much to catch glimpses. She had the perfect figure for mating. Her large breasts would provide plenty of milk for his children to suckle. Each step she took had a small sway. Ron and his siblings were clear proof of her fertility.

He felt a surge of heat every time she got close to him. It was starting to wear him down. He headed back into the Burrow.

"Are you feeling alright?" Molly called after him.

Harry walked faster. He didn't trust himself to answer. The sound of his heartbeat overpowered the gathering outside. He paused to appreciate the difference in volume once the door was closed. His pulse didn't thunder near as much now that there was a barrier between him and Molly.

He made his way upstairs to the bathroom. Some cool water sounded like a great idea. The faucets were charmed to provide the perfect temperature. There was a multistep process that Hermione had tried to explain to him once, but he hadn't paid much attention. Right now, his sole focus was cold water.

The healers had discovered that his standard body temperature was now quite a few degrees warmer. He hadn't noticed much of a change aside from less blankets and lighter clothing. Now, he felt hot. The surge in temperature started in his groin whenever Molly got close. It wasn't an uncomfortable feeling, just an unexpected sensation.

Harry was tempted to strip down and take a cold shower, but he didn't think he could get away with that. It would raise too many questions that Andi would push to be answered. He could wind back up at St Mungo's for more tests. That was not going to happen.

He stripped off his shirt, hung it up on a towel hook, and then started the cold water. Wisps of steam rose from the soft washcloth he started to soak. The mirror fogged up in less than a minute. More steam was released into the room each time he touched the cloth to his body. The upside being that he didn't need to worry about having to explain why he was wet. His skin was dry again in a matter of moments.

A soft knock on the door brought him back to awareness. The thin barrier did nothing to hold back her scent.

"Harry, dear." Her voice was concerned. "Are you alright?"

"Molly." His voice came out as a growl. "I need you to leave."

"Molly?" She teased. "I guess that's better than Mrs. Weasley. Do you need me to get Andromeda?"

"No." Harry closed his eyes. "I need you to leave."

"Harry." Her tone went stern. "There is something you're not telling me."

Harry threw open the door. His bright, rich green eyes glowed as he stared at her. Molly flinched and took a step back without realizing. This wasn’t the little boy she knew. His gaze was hungry in a way that she knew quite well. Her eyes traveled over his body to admire his exposed skin. Wisps of steam rose from the fading streaks of water. They only served to enhance the details of his torso. He was lithe, either the transformation had done wonders for his body, or he had gone through a magically overpowered puberty.

"If you don't leave right now." Harry fought against the call to take her right in the hallway. "I'm going to mount you until I'm satisfied."

"Oh." Molly squeaked.

A mixture of relief and disappointment swirled in his head as she hurried back down the stairs. The beast within him roared to chase her down. He NEEDED to breed her. It didn't matter if her family was just outside. It didn't matter that she was his friend's mother. She would be the first of many to carry his progeny.

Harry let out a ragged sigh. He stepped back into the bathroom to retrieve his shirt. His body was still too hot, but he couldn't walk around half-naked. He idly wondered if there was a spell to summon ice. There was one for water, surely ice wouldn't be out of the question.

He made his way downstairs. The Weasleys' had a couple of bookshelves in their sitting room. He had scanned through the titles a few times. They had the complete Harry Potter Adventures series as well as a few other selections of magical world fiction. His target was among a few spell books. It only took a moment to find what he was looking for. Everyday Magic by Lenora Everleigh.

The selection of spellbook focused on little things that everyone could use like mending for various materials, how to strengthen furniture and walls. There was a selection of potions as well. His goal, conjuration, was toward the back of the book.

He silently thanked Andi for the temporary wand, a ten-inch stick oak with ground Nemean Viper Fang as a core that was a loaner from the Black family vault, and the new wrist holster.  It stayed in place on his forearm even when he shifted to his dragon form. A flick of his wrist twirled the wand into his grip. The extra flourish wasn't necessary, but it was fun. Eventually, he'd need to get a real replacement, but it would work for now.

"Glacies Parva." Harry copied the motion on the page.

A small sphere of ice appeared in the air. The solid piece was a little smaller than a snitch. His hand snapped out to grab the orb faster than he had expected. He looked down at the steaming sphere in his palm. Harry shrugged. He rolled the shrinking sphere of ice along the back of his neck and. A small groan slipped out as he ran it his forehead. Oddly enough his scar hadn't hurt once since he had hatched.

Harry closed his eyes as the ice did its job. Even in the haze he knew when Molly entered the house. She hurried upstairs without a word to him. He forced his attention back to the sliver of ice as it melted away. It didn't do much to ease the hunger for her, but it was better than nothing.

"Harry." Molly called from upstairs.

He cocked his head to the side. There was a stretch of silence. He had just about convinced himself that his mind was playing tricks on him when her voice sounded again.

"Harry." Molly called again. "Come upstairs, dear."

He followed the siren call upstairs. It led him to the door to the Master Bedroom that was open just a crack. He pushed it open to find Molly lying on the bed covered in a thin sheet. The way it draped over her made it clear she was nude underneath.

"I asked Arthur." Molly gave him a shy smile. "We've been wanting another child."

She pulled the sheet away to reveal her naked form. It was even better than he had imagined. Her skin was smooth even after seven kids, magic probably. He loved magic. Freckles dotted along her shoulders and chest. Her large, bountiful breasts were capped with pink, oval nipples. They were erect, either from exposure to the air or arousal. She spread her legs and ran a finger along her puffy lips. Her scent filled the room. It stocked the fire within him to an inferno.

Harry undressed faster than he had ever before. He was vaguely aware of the door closing behind him. His main attention was on the delicious cunt before him. A little trimmed patch of red hair sent a thrill through him. The hooded look she gave him told him she had trimmed it just for him. Beads of arousal played along her lips.

There was no thought of technique, foreplay, or romance. This was a primal, animalistic call.

Harry leaped onto the bed. He hooked her legs under her knees as he went. Molly let out a little 'oof' as he folded her practically in half. She had just enough room to guide the head of his cock to her opening. He plunged into her the moment his crown touched her wetness.

"Harry!" Molly screamed as he filled her in one thrust.

He pulled his hips back until only the head of his cock was inside of her. His hungry, wild eyes met her. On a normal day his green eyes were beautiful with a gentle glow. Right now, they seemed to be alight with an inner flame. He slammed back down once their eyes met.

Harry was harder than he had ever been before. His stroke sessions were quick, quiet, and he was just erect enough to get the job done. The dorm with four other guys didn't lend to much privacy. It was even worse when he had been at Privet Drive. Right now, he felt like his cock was made of stone.

His hips snapped forward. Each thrust ended with a sharp clap as their bodies met. He hammered down Molly with a single-minded purpose. Her silky pussy gripped him so tight it didn't want to let him go.

Molly let out a loud scream as he continued to pound away. Arthur was a considerate lover. At times he would use some naughty language. Rarely, he would give her a light spank if he was feeling feisty. He made sure she had an orgasm every time they made love.

Those gentle peaks were nothing like the raging orgasms that ripped through her body. His cock hard, hot, cock stretched her in a way that her husband never could. Each stroke ended with his broad head smacking against her cervix.

She babbled nonsense and screamed as her eyes rolled back. Another orgasm rocked her body. Harry didn't stop or slow down. He drove her over the edge again and again. The waves of pleasure had overpowered any higher thought process.

Harry thrusted once more, hilting deep into her. He let out a low growl as he filled her with his seed. His hips rocked with each rope of cum, desperate to push as deeply as he could. The flame that raged inside of him eased as he released the last shot of his seed. His cum filled her with a comforting warmth that eased the soreness she was sure to feel shortly.

"Oh." Molly gave him a drunk smile. "Harry. That was something else."

Harry kept his cock inside of her. The fire had eased, but it had not faded away fully. He guided her legs back down to the bed.

"Thank you, dear." Molly trailed a hand along his chest. "Could you tell Arthur that I'm a bit tired? My legs are going to be wobbly after that."

Harry arced an eyebrow at her.

"What?" She asked.

"We're not done." Harry started to rock inside of her once more.

Molly opened her mouth to say something. Her words were lost in a moan.

His full hardness returned. This time, his strokes were long and slow. He reveled in the feeling of her cunt. The need to breed her was still there, even if the call wasn't as loud. With strength he didn't know he possessed, he lifted her off the bed. He pulled out of her just long enough to flip her over to her stomach, prone.

"Eep." Molly let out a little sound as the head of his cock slid back inside.

He let out a contented sigh as he settled his full length in her pussy. Her pillowy cheeks bounced with each motion. Harry alternated his speed to watch her shake. Now that he was more aware he could feel when she came. Her pussy would grip his cock in a firm stutter. She was cumming more frequently in this position.

Harry grabbed her wide hips and lifted her up a little. The slight angle let him reach deeper. He switched to shallow, rapid thrusts that made her ass clap. The sight combined with the sensation pushed him over the edge faster than the first time. Once more he pushed in as deep as he could to let loose the second deposit of hot seed.

Molly dropped her hips back to the bed once he released his grip. Her eyes drooped as she tried to look over her shoulder at him.

"Harry, dear." Molly slurred. "I can't go again."

Harry leaned over to place a kiss on her shoulder.

"I'll be back in a couple of days to make sure you're properly bred." He whispered.

Molly shuddered at the feel of his breath on her skin. She hid her face in her pillow and nodded in reply.

"Good girl." Harry slid out of her.

He admired the view of the cum stuffed cunt. Her cheeks were red from the vigorous slap of their hips.

Harry cleaned the juices from his cock with the skirt she had placed nearby. Molly was fast asleep by the time he was dressed. He left the room and closed the door quietly behind him. Arthur gave him a knowing smile as he stepped out into the garden.

"Harry!" Ron called. "Where were you?"

"I had to cool down." Harry shrugged.

Ron raised his eyebrows. He shrugged as well.

"Alright." The ginger said. "What is that smell?"

"Hm?" Harry asked, then sniffed. He was absolutely soaked in the smell of sex. "I guess it's a perk of being a dragon."

"Perk." Ron snorted. "Andromeda was looking for you. She wanted to take you home."

"Thanks." He smiled at Ron. "I'll find her."

"Have you seen my mom?" Ron asked after a moment.

"I saw her inside." Harry motioned back to the house. "She said she needed some rest."

Ron thought for a moment. He shook his head.

"I never said it." Ron dropped his voice. "Thanks for that night. You jumped in front of a werewolf for me and Hermione. You could have died."

Harry smiled at his friend. He loved Ron like a brother, and he would fight to his last breath to keep his family safe. In a few months they would really be family. Harry stifled a laugh.

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One thing he had noticed was that Floo travel was incredibly easy now. He could step through without a problem. His balance was impeccable. Plus, the fire seemed to listen to his will. It wasn't perfect, but it was something to explore.

Andi had gone through first to let him know the address. Their house was closer to a Muggle home rather than magical. It was similar to the Dursleys while being completely different at the same time. This place exuded love and care instead of sterile and hostile. The furniture looked used, but well maintained.

"Welcome home." Andi smiled at him.

Harry felt a rush of warmth in his chest. He cleared his throat to remove the lump that had formed. Two words had practically broken him.

"Thank you." Harry flashed her a misty smile.

"Let's see if anyone is home." Andi rested an arm along his shoulder. "Ted! Nymphadora! Harry's here!"

Her voice was loud, but not so much to hurt. That was good. He still wasn't sure how he would adjust to life once he was back at Hogwarts. Remus was able to do it. Harry hoped that his level of control would come in handy.

"Mother!" A female voice called back. "I told you, call me Tonks."

A young woman with bright purple hair strode into the room from the hall. She flashed him a smile. Harry sniffed the air on instinct. She had a complex, multi-layered scent. It was like standing in an open field while the wind gently passed by. Wildflowers, rushing water, sunlight, and the smell of fresh rain whirled around her along with the undertone of familiar sweetness that he couldn't quite place. The dragon urged him to get closer. It called to him to bury his nose in her neck as breath deep.

"Nymphadora is a beautiful name." Andi sighed.

The sound of her voice snapped him out of his haze. Nymphadora stumbled a little but caught herself before it became more. Harry could have sworn her leg had lengthened for a moment.

"Wotcher, Harry." She flashed a smile at him. "Call me Tonks. Haven't seen you since you were an ickle First Year."

"We went to school together?" Harry titled his head to the side.

"I was a seventh year Hufflepuff. You were a firstie." Tonks replied.

Harry squinted at her. "You were a Beater!"

"That's me." She smiled brightly at him. "Glad to make an impression."

"I'd say." Harry returned the smile. "You about took my head off."

"What happens on the pitch, stays on the pitch." She shrugged.

Harry smiled at her. Nym smiled back. A rush of familiar heat flared. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. His focus needed to be elsewhere.

"Why don't you like to be called Nymphadora?" He asked.

"You get one free." She glared at him.

"I'm serious." Harry said.

"Seven years of people calling my Nympho?" She crossed her arms. "You tell me."

"What about Nym? Can I call you that?" He asked.

Tonks took a deep breath. She bobbed her head from side to side.

"Sure." She said. "Nym is fine for you."

Andi smiled as the two spoke.

"Is your father here?" She asked.

"No." Nym shook her head. "I haven't seen him."

"Hm." Andi sighed. "Did you want to show Harry around while I check in on your father? He's been working himself too hard lately."

"Sure." Nym nodded. "I'm off for the next couple of days."

"I love you." Andi said to her daughter. "I'll be gone for an hour at most. It's been a long day."

The Floo flashed as Andi stepped through the flames. Nym stared at him for a moment with an ever-present playful smile.

"Are you hungry?" She asked.

"The Weasleys had a 'welcome back' dinner." Harry blushed at the other thing that had happened there.

He had been out of the hospital for about three hours now. That brief stretch of time had been better than the entirety of the last year.

"How is the Ginger Storm doing?" Nym asked. "It's been a while since I've seen them."

"You know them?" Harry asked.

"Charlie was in my year. Until he got his apprenticeship in Romania." Nym looked like she wanted to say more but thought better. "Ready for the tour?"

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"This." She motioned to the room they were in. "Is the Floo Room. Can you guess why we call it that?"

Harry chuckled.

"Now, this is the important part." She led him over to the doorway. "The Floo is connected to the door. This door will shut if the Floo is accessed by an unknown party. It's enchanted to be strong enough to take a cluster of Bombara Maxima at close range."

"Because of the war?" Harry asked.

"Yeah." Her shoulders slumped. "My mom was kicked out of the Black family when she ran away and married my dad. They are Pureblood fanatics; my dad is muggle-born. Her entire family went dark so it was possible that one of them would pop in for a visit."

Harry winced.

"Exactly." Nym led him out into the hallway. "Ooky-spooky Dark Lord could hijack the Floo network too. He had people who could lock down Apparition. No way out, nowhere to run. That room seals if the wards are tripped too. We have other ways to get out of the house."

"Wow." Harry said. "That's impressive."

"Enough depressing stuff." Her smile returned. "This is the kitchen. We don't have a house elf, but it's open for you to use. Help yourself if you need it. Don't expect me to make you anything, I stick to the simple stuff."

"I can cook." Harry said.

"Sweet." Nym smiled at him. "You'll have to show me."

"Gladly." Harry flashed a smile back at her.

"That is the dining room, we only use it for holidays. There's a table in the kitchen that we usually use." She resumed the tour. "Next door is the living room and study. TV, Couch, desk, and couple of bookshelves. The usual."

"You have a TV?" Harry asked.

"This neighborhood is mostly half-blood and muggle-born." She explained. "You wouldn't know from the looks of it."

"Nice." Harry whispered.

"This is the door to the basement." Nym motioned to the door by the kitchen. "I'll save that for last. Mom said that you'll be spending the full moon down there."

"Yeah." Harry nodded. "You know about that?"

"Of course, you're going to be living with us." Nym chuckled. "That and Aurors are made aware of any new known werewolf as a precaution. Either to provide assistance getting them away from the public on the full moon, or possibly containing their rampage."

"Yikes." Harry muttered.

"Mom says you've got things under control?" Nym looked at him from the corner of her eye.

"I can even talk." Harry smiled at her. "Parseltongue, but it's something."

"That's true then?" She asked. "The Parseltongue thing?"

Harry nodded.

"Sweet." Nym bumped him with her shoulder. "That's old family magic. Like mine."

"Like yours?" Harry titled his head to the side.

Her hair went through a myriad of colors before settling on pink. Then her nose shifted from human to a pig and back again.

"I'm a metamorphmagus." She said. "Shapeshifting magic. It's old Black family magic. Like Parseltongue for the Potters."

"That's awesome." Harry whispered.

"So, you're like a were-lizard?" Nym led him upstairs.

"Dragon." Harry corrected. "It makes the most sense."

"How?" Nym chuckled.

"I'm a lizard-man that can breath fire." Harry shrugged. "It made sense to me."

Nym made an affirmative sound.

"The best I can figure it out was that the werewolf thing blended with everything else in my blood." Harry said with a shrug.

"Everything else in your blood?" Nym asked, her voice raised with each word. "You can just drop that and not tell me more."

"In my second year I was bitten by a basilisk." Harry explained. "Then I was healed by phoenix tears. I think that everything got all jumbled."

"That sounds impossible." Nym stared at him for a long moment.

"Welcome to my life." Harry shrugged. "Impossible is just something that happens."

Nym chuckled and shook her head. They arrived at the second-floor hallway.

"This is the bathroom." Nym motioned to the first door. "That's my room." The door opposite it. "And your new room." The door beside the bathroom. "The door at the end is the master bedroom. They've got their own bathroom too."

She paused. Her eyes narrowed.

"You better not hog the bathroom in the morning." She bumped him with her shoulder again. "I get grumpy if I don't get a hot shower."

Harry couldn't help but picture her in the shower. Her laugh made it clear she knew.

"Your room was the old guest room so It's kind of bland." Nym opened the door. "I'll take you to town to get you some stuff to make it homey. Your stuff should be here soon too."

Harry looked at the décor. It was a standard suburban guestroom. There was a queen bed in the center of the room that was pressed against the wall. It was covered in a flower-pattern blanket that everyone seemed to own. The dresser was a bigger than the barely-functional one at Privet Drive.

"Thanks." Harry flashed her a bright smile.

"Come on." Nym waved him back toward the stairs. "Let's check out the basement."

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Andi and Nym had undersold the basement. Halfway down, the stairs changed from the standard indoor type to stone and packed earth. He could smell trees, following water, and sun-warmed grass. The sound of birds stopped as he arrived on the level. He sniffed, the was a distinct lack of animal scent.

"Fake birds?" He titled his head to the side.

"Illusions." Nym nodded. "All the ambience with none of the poop."

Harry chuckled. There was a stone path that branched off into a few different directions. Little strips of wild grass poked out between the tiles. It didn't look like the type he'd seen around Privet Drive.

"Mom said you're in control during the shift?" Nym asked again.

Harry nodded.

"That's good." She sighed. "I wasn't looking forward to buying some poor creature for you to hunt."

"I don't know." Harry shrugged. "That could be fun."

Nym gave him a flat stare. He broke into a smile.

"I'm not that much of an animal." He walked deeper into the room. "Something to do would be nice. It gets really boring."

"You could just sleep." Nym suggested as she walked beside him.

She didn't direct him where to go, they simply wandered.

"Not really." He shook his head. "The transformation is like a double-shot of adrenaline. It takes a while to burn off, so I've got like four hours to just do whatever."

The path led to a pond with a small waterfall. He could see a stream created to circle around to make it a complete circuit.

"We used to have fish." Nym said as they stopped on the bank. "Real ones. That was when I was still in school though. Now that everyone has their own thing going on we didn't want to neglect them."

"There isn't like a magical timer or something?" Harry asked.

"Could be." Nym shrugged. "I don't remember the last time I was down here. As the new girl I get all the crap shifts. I'm either sleeping or on duty until I get some more experience."

"Today?" Harry raised his eyebrows.

"I've got a class XXXXX creature in my house." Nym bumped his shoulder with her own. "You're my new assignment for a while."

"Oh." Harry blinked. "I hadn't thought of that."

"Sorry." She gave him a small smile. "If it helps, this is the first vacation I've had in over a year. They can't call me away."

He closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath. Logically, he knew that he was now a monster. It made sense that they would want to be careful. A sudden hunger sparked into a wildfire as he caught a new scent. His eyes snapped open. They gave off a soft emerald glow as his gaze locked on Nym.

Nym stared back at him. A wicked smile played along her lips.

"Fancy a swim?" She asked.

"Sure." He smiled. "If my trunk is already here then I should have some trunks."

"Pfft." Nym rolled her eyes. "It's just us."

She kicked off her shoes and undid the button on her pants. He watched as she wiggled her hips to slide the jeans down. A lump formed in his throat as he saw she took her panties with it. She shot him a challenging look before she removed her top as well.

"Well?" Nym arced an eyebrow. She stood completely nude before him.

His mouth watered. She was lithe with firm, pert breasts, and a surprisingly plump ass. The little bush at the apex of her legs was bright pink.

"Like what you see?" She cocked her hip to the side.

Harry nodded without realizing it.

"Come on then." Nym strode over to the water. "I don't want to be the only one naked."

Harry stripped out of his clothes in a fast and efficient manner. The movements had become familiar to him over the stretch of the full moon. He needed to be quick if he wanted to save the clothes from being torn to shreds. Logically, he knew it was magic that changed his body, but he still couldn't believe how much bigger his body got after the transformation. He was easily two feet taller, not to mention the dense muscle and bone his dragon form had. It only made sense because of magic.

Further thoughts of such matters were banished as Nym popped up out of the water. Her body from the belly-button up dripped water. The magical sunlight danced along her skin. Little rays caught drips of water to create miniature rainbows across her body. Her eyes drank in his body. She winked at him then turned and swam farther into the pond.

He wasn't the strongest swimmer. In truth, he had only done so a handful of times. Most of which were at the Burrow in the last couple of years. Before that it was one bad experience that he'd rather not think about.

For that reason, he didn't bother trying to dive in, or do an obnoxious cannonball. Instead, he waded into the water, then pushed himself flat. Something instinctual took over his movements. He slid through the water with no wasted motion. It had to be a side-effect of his other form, similar to how he was stronger and no longer needed his glasses.

He caught up to Nym faster than she expected. She let out a sharp cry as he grabbed her leg. Harry popped out of the water beside her with a broad grin on his face. They were close enough to touch and he REALLY wanted to touch her.

"Easy there, dragon boy." Nym teased. "Your tail is poking me."

Harry scrunched his brow in confusion for a brief moment. Then he realized what she meant and scooted back to give her more space.

"It pops up around sexy women." He teased right back.

Nym tilted her head back and laughed. She kissed him on the tip of his nose. He desperately wanted to pull her in for a deeper kiss. His eyes must have shown his desire. Her pulse had increased.

"You're fun." Nym dropped her voice to a whisper. "I think we'll get along."

"I think so too." Harry lowered his voice to match.

"But I'm not that easy." Nym splashed at him.

Harry sputtered as she swam away. They spent the next hour in the pond. Their touches never went beyond a playful squeeze every so often. She shot him to occasional smile that teased potential for something in the future.

"I'm calling it a night." Nym said as she swam to the shore. "You should too."

Harry followed her out of the water. He had an erection since he had first seen her naked. Even after the time swimming he was still hard. Seeing her strut in front of him with the water streaking down her skin made it almost painful.

"Not tonight." Nym winked at him. "We've got time."

Harry let out a ragged breath. He stayed in the water until she was dressed. Steam rose off of his body and he was dry by the time he reached his discarded clothes.

"I'll see you in the morning." Nym called over her shoulder. "You're making breakfast."

Harry shook his head. She was going to be trouble.

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Harry knew that Nym hadn't been serious about breakfast, but he wanted to do it. He woke up before her and headed to the kitchen. The cabinets were stocked with a decent selection. He noticed each one had a lightweight statis enchantment to keep things fresh. Due to that, all of the produce looked like it had just been picked and the bread was perfect.

He found the little enchantments around the room incredibly interesting. The stove looked normal but ran a rune array. As was the sink. There was some sort of enchantment on the floor tiles to make them not slippery. The pans, knives, and even the cutting board were imbued with magic.

All of the discoveries made the process of making breakfast pass quicker than expected. Bacon, eggs, and homemade hashbrowns. He didn't know if she drank coffee, or tea, so he made both. Tea was the classic drink, but coffee made sense for her profession. Everything smelled wonderful. It made his mouth water and his stomach rumble.

Harry paused.

It wasn't the food that had tickled his senses. The familiar hunger had mingled with the process of preparing breakfast. He sniffed. Someone had entered the house. The wards hadn't been triggered so that meant they were welcome. Their scent was one he didn't recognize so it wasn't Nym, or Andi. He really hoped that the hunger for Andi stayed dormant. Marking her as pack seemed to calm things. Of course, he hadn't spent much time with her after that.

He had been asleep by the time she had gotten back home last night. Still, he had been around her long enough to recognize her scent. The woman was younger, closer to Nym in age. They had similar undertones as well. A distinct type of leather and some sort of ash that wasn't from Floo travel. Everything else was different though. A hint of morning rose to her sweat.

The sensation had snuck up on him.

"Good morning, Harrykins." Nym called from the hallway. "You actually made breakfast?"

"It smells so good." The new voice said.

Harry turned to face the duo. Nym was dressed in a pair of shorts and a band T-Shirt that hung off of one shoulder. Her hair was still bright pink. The playfulness in her eyes told him she knew exactly how she had left him hard and frustrated last night. It took a considerable amount of willpower not to just pounce on her right in that moment.

Beside her stood a dark-skinned woman with an athletic build. She wore a mixture of muggle and wizarding fashion that gave the impression of an enchantress with an office job. Her hair had a slight crimson color to it that mingled nicely with the natural black. She was cuter side of pretty.

He didn't miss the way she sized him up either. The flare of her nostrils and brief growth of her pupil showed she was attracted to him. That was a secondary reaction though. She scanned his posture, hands, eyes, and searched for any subtle muscle tension.

"Good morning." Harry replied. "I didn't know if you liked coffee or tea in the morning, so I made both. Who is this?"

"Hestia Jones." The young woman inclined her head.

"Another Auror." He stated rather than asked.

"She's my partner." Nym smiled brightly at him.

Harry arced an eyebrow at her.

"For this assignment too?" He asked.

Hestia nodded.

Damn. He guessed there were worse problems than being around pretty women. A thought struck him.

"Did they purposely assign another woman?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Hestia answered before Nym could.

"The Boss Lady was worried that your inner dragon wouldn't like a new male in the area." Nym wiggled her eyebrows. "Encroaching on your harem, you know."

"Not in those exact terms." Hestia sighed.

Harry chuckled as he began to work on breakfast once more.

"Is Aunt Andi coming too?" Harry served up three spot at the table.

"She leaves early in the morning." Nym shook her head.

Harry tried to ignore the fact that Hestia kept the table between them. She made sure to have her wand hand free through the entire meal as well. From the looks of it, she was rather practiced at it. Nym sat beside her. She placed her wand on the table next to her plate like it was another piece of silverware.

He paused for a moment. The knives, spoons, and forks were all silver. It was only now that he noticed it. He didn't seem to have any adverse reactions to the metal.

"Is this silver?" Harry asked as he held up a spoon.

"Yeah." Nym replied between bites.

Hestia lunged from her seat. She plucked the spoon from his hand with surprising speed. He saw it skitter across the tabletop as she held his hand to inspect it for damage.

"Nothing." Hestia addressed Nym. "We should let HQ know."

Harry couldn't stop the rumbling purr that came from her extended contact. Her skin was soft, but he could feel the callouses from steady use of her wand. The rush of air the caused by her sudden movement covered him in her scent. There was a palpable tension in the room. Both Aurors studied him. Nym no longer had her easy smile. Instead, she studied him with an intense look. For some reason, that stoked the burning hunger for them even more.

"Ladies." His voice came out with a slight growl. "I need you two to relax."

The growl didn't help ease the tension.

"You both smell very, very good." The growl rolled into a purr as he spoke.

"Your eyes are glowing." Nym fought to keep her voice even.

"Please." Harry closed his eyes.

A deep calming breath only served to take another hit of their combined scents. How was he supposed to go to Hogwarts if he couldn't control himself around only two people. There were bound to be many, many more girls that smelled this good. Not to mention the people who would threaten him. He could not afford to rip Malfoy's head off, or mount Katie in the hallway.

Harry blinked. Katie? Why had she popped into his head as an example? Sure, he had a little crush on her in first year. It was only natural with the hugs after winning games. The kiss on the cheek led to some improper dreams over the summer. Maybe he should ask her out this year. As long as he was still allowed on Hogsmeade trips. He knew that he would have to control himself to even around groups of other people.

The run-away train of thought helped him calm down. Harry cursed Remus for the first time since this all happened. He had thought this new life was a blessing so far. At times like these it would help to have someone with experience to talk to. Harry settled back in his chair. The two Auror were still tense, but he no longer felt like a snake about to strike.

"Do you know any werewolves?" Harry turned his attention to the food before him.

"No." Hestia replied.

She had retreated to the other side of the table but hadn't taken her seat. Her wand was in her hand. It was angled down at the table. A small flick of the wrist would aim it at his center mass.

"Of course not." Harry grumbled.

He distracted himself with the bacon. At the time he hadn't realized he had made the usual amount that he had for the Dursleys. It turned out to be a good thing. His appetite had increased since this all began. Plus, it was bacon.

"Is there a chance I could talk to Remus?" Harry asked softly.

"I could ask." Nym offered. "Why?"

"It would be great to talk with someone who's gone through this." Harry sighed.

"I'll ask." Hestia offered.

Harry finished up his plate. He set it in the sink and watched as it was magically scrubbed clean. It floated to a drying rack on the counter nearby.

"I'll be downstairs." Harry didn't look at the two as he left the room.

They already made his mouth water. The fact that he could smell how aroused Nym was did not help matters in the least.

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Harry swam around the small pond. The water was nice and cool with his increased body temperature. He hadn't been the strongest swimmer before. It seemed that the basilisk portion of his new physiology fixed that. Thinking himself as a were-dragon was a lot easier than trying to determine what type of chimera he truly was. The phoenix tears and the basilisk venom had mingled into something else. It was possible there might be true were-dragons out there. He would have to ask Hagrid. If he could even manage to get to the point where he could return to Hogwarts. What mattered was adjusting to the animal urges.

Even under the water he could hear the door open. It wasn't until he broke the surface to get another breath that the scent hit him. The now familiar Nym and Hestia were overpowered by someone else. Something else.

Harry burst from the water. He landed in a crouch and scanned the area.

"He knows I'm here." An unknown woman said.

"Harry!" Nym called. "We brought someone for you to talk to."

"A werewolf." Hestia added.

Harry sniffed the air again. There was an undertone of the forest to the woman. He forced himself to relax. For now, he wasn't a threat. Steam rose from his body as he waited. Nym and Hestia led another woman, the unnamed werewolf, over to him. Harry had fought the urge to swim naked, so he didn't feel as exposed. A quick charm on his boxers made them waterproof which was good enough.

"Harry?" The woman asked. "I'm Ginger."

"American?" He replied with his own question.

"Canadian." She smirked.

"You asked for a were-wolf." Nym presented the woman like a prize. "Here she is!"

Hestia pinched the bridge of her nose. Ginger gave the smallest hint of a smile.

"I was about your age when I was bit." Ginger scanned the area.

The Canadian wore a comfortable looking black top and a flowy skirt. A thick fabric bag hung on her shoulder. She found a bench that had been carved to look like a log and took a seat. Harry didn't realize how tense he had become until the muscles in his shoulder eased. Body language had more of an impact in his life now.

"Are you two going to get along or do I need to get a spray bottle?" Nym asked.

Ginger gave her a flat look.

"Fine." Nym huffed. "We'll leave you two to talk."

"There are alarm charms if things get violent." Hestia dropped into an official tone. "The room will lock down and a squad of Aurors will be called."

Ginger shifted the look to Hestia. The two Aurors left. It wasn't until they heard the door click shut that Harry and Ginger faced each other once more.

"It's a bitch, right?" Ginger smirked at him.

She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her bag. Harry arced an eyebrow as she used a muggle lighter to spark it up. He wrinkled his nose at the smell.

"Yeah, yeah." She rolled her eyes. "They're bad for you. Not anymore. Were-wolves heal too fast for these to hurt us. It helps muddle all the smells too."

Harry nodded. The smoke had already blocked out the surrounding scents. Not in a good way. His disapproval must have been clear on his face. She shrugged and snuffed it out then tucked the now dormant thing behind her ear.

"They didn't tell me much." Ginger leaned back. "You've gone through your first full transformation?"

Harry nodded. He got dressed as she spoke.

"The first one is the worst." She sighed at the memory. "My sister figured out wolfsbane, but we were injecting it like insulin. It wasn't until some witches found me half-dead and stuck as a wolf-creature that I was able to turn back. That potion your people have saved my life."

Harry settled onto the bench across from her.

"They said you're a dragon?" She scrunched up her face at the question.

"Sort of." Harry shrugged. "It's the easiest way to put it."

"Yeah." Ginger nodded. "I wouldn't call what I become a wolf. It looks like a mutant hairless bear fucked a monkey."

Harry chuckled.

"How are you doing with the urges?" She asked.

Harry ran a hand through his hair. He shrugged.

"The day after I was bit I fucked a scumbag." Ginger leaned her head back and stared up at the ceiling. "He was an asshole. I wouldn't have spit on him if he had been on fire before. He ate his dog once he started to change. I have no idea what happened to him after that. I had my own problems."

"I haven't eaten anyone yet." Harry gave her a small smile. "It's the other part that I have to fight."

"A horny teenage boy?" Ginger gave a dry chuckle. "Who would have guessed?"

"It's more than horny." The smile dropped from his face. "The beast in me wants to breed. Some women have a scent that makes my mouth water. I don't want to rip some guy apart because I see them as an invader or mount some poor girl against her will."

"Have you?" Ginger leaned forward.

"Have I what?" Harry asked.

"Killed or mounted someone?" She locked eyes with him.

"No." Harry shook his head.

"Then you should be fine." Ginger shrugged. "If you've made it this far without blood on your hands then you're doing better than most. What's the problem?"

"What's the problem?" Harry gawked at her. "I don't know if I can control myself around more people. How can I go to school like this? I can think of five people off the top of my head that I might disembowel on sight."

Ginger gave him her now-signature flat look. She took the cigarette from behind her ear and lit it up again. Two long drags later she finally spoke.

"If you're going to keep this shit up then I'm going to need these." She patted the pack on the bench.

"This isn't a joke." Harry growled.

"Calm down." Ginger shook her head. "You don't need to be so dramatic."

"Dramatic?"

"You're a wizard, right?" She asked.

He nodded.

"From what they've told me, magic can do all kinds of crazy things." Ginger continued. "Accidental Magic, they called it. Did you kill anyone when you sparked off one of those prematurely?"

"No." Harry glared at her.

"Did you want to?" She pressed.

"Yes." Harry admitted.

"You've had years to adjust to power." She shrugged. "This is just another flavor. You didn't rip my head off the moment I walked through those doors. You haven't fuck those bitches bowlegged even though they're dripping for you. What is there to worry about?"

"That isn’t the same." Harry groaned.

"I'm a fucking werewolf in your territory." Ginger took another drag. "Your instincts should be screaming at you to rip me apart. You haven't even flashed."

"Flashed?" Harry asked.

"Your eyes." Ginger leaned forward. "Brace yourself."

Her eyes flashed gold for a moment. Harry felt a flare of rage rush through him. He gripped the edge of the bench to stop himself from launching himself at her. Splinters bit into his palms. He focused on that sensation. Seven along the edge of his left hand, two in that thumb. Four splinters on his right hand, nine in his palm.

"It's a subtle threat." Ginger leaned back and focused on the cigarette in her hand rather than him. "You can learn to do it on command. At first it's just something that happens when you're agitated."

Harry let out a rough breath.

"Again." Ginger shook her head. "You're being dramatic. I've run into others of our kind that would have tried to kill me for even mentioning it. You've got some insane control."

"Thanks." Harry gave a single, dry laugh.

They sat in silence as Ginger finished her smoke. She ground it out on her palm before she tossed it on the ground. Harry glared at her. She rolled her eyes and picked it up. After a moment she tucked it in a side-pocket on her bag.

"See." She gave him a smug smile. "No problem."

Harry cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"That was a blatant insult." She explained. "You're not human anymore. Your brain doesn't work the same. It's the things you don't expect that will set you off."

"I won't tear a guys throat out for insulting my mother?" Harry asked.

"Not unless you would have before." Ginger said. "They're just a little yapping dogs. You are a monster."

Harry nodded. Oddly enough, that did make him feel better.

"Thanks." Harry let out a sigh. "I appreciate it."

"Glad to help." She shrugged. "My life would have been so much easier if I had someone to talk to."

"Did they bring you all the way from Canada just to talk to me?"  Harry asked.

"Nah." She waved his question away. "My sister and I are traveling around the world studying the different types of werewolves. I was in the neighborhood."

"You have a sister?" Harry asked.

"Younger." She nodded.

"Is she…?" He let question hang.

"Yeah." She sighed. "I bit her during my first full change. We knew about wolfsbane by then and were able to keep it at bay for a while. She thought she killed me. Werewolves a lot harder to kill than people think. I had to track her down, show her I wasn't dead, and that I'd gotten help. I helped her adjust too. Guess you could say I'm a pro at it."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Now what?" He asked after a moment.

"I." She said. "Am going to get back to work with my sister. You are going to stop being such a dramatic bitch and see which one of those ladies upstairs have dibs."

"Dibs?" Harry laughed. "Right."

"You can lie to yourself." Ginger laughed along with him. "But you can't lie to your nose." She stood. "Nice meeting you Harry. My sister will probably want to talk to you before we leave England. You're close enough to a were-wolf to count."

"See you then." Harry stood as well. "Thanks."

Harry walked with her upstairs. She knew the way to go but it felt rude not to.

"No blood and you've both got your clothes on?" Nym teased. "I owe Hestia lunch."

"See you around, Harry." Ginger waved as she headed for the front door.

He waved back. His eyes dropped to watch the swish of her skirt as she walked.

"Oh." Nym said in a sing-song tone. "You two got dressed before you came up. Smart."

"Please." Harry huffed. "We'd still be down there."

"Big words." Nym teased right back.

Harry shrugged but didn't say anything more. Nym studied him for a long moment.

"Hestia went out to get lunch." She broke the silence. "Hope you like Chinese."

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The smell of the food was strong enough to block out the almost constant pheromones that Tonks was pumping out. He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose, but it was driving him crazy the longer he was around her. Hestia and Tonks watched with a mixture of awe and amusement as Harry ate more than half the food. He then made himself a few sandwiches. Luckily, Hestia had kept her orders to the dinner options that were meant to serve four.

"Thank Morgana for that exchange rate." Hestia muttered.

"Hm?" Harry asked.

"A poor wizard could be middle-class in the muggle world." Tonks explained.

Harry wondered how would work if the Weasleys swapped over to the muggle world. They weren't as poor as Ron liked to complain about. Raising seven kids, keeping them fed, in clothes, and supplied for school. Plus, hobbies. Even cheap brooms weren't really cheap.

"I don't think that's an option for me." Harry muttered.

Tonks let out a single, loud laugh. Harry arced an eyebrow at her outburst.

"You don't know?" Tonks asked.

"I've seen my vault." Harry nodded. "I get money out for each year."

"You've seen your main vault?" Tonks asked.

"My main vault?" Harry asked in reply.

"The one with family heirlooms and all that." Tonks explained.

Harry shook his head slowly.

"Harry." Tonks sighed. "You're loaded. That's just your yearly allowance. You'd be a rich Muggle with just that vault. The Potter Vault would make you fuck-you rich."

"Fuck you rich?" Hestia gave her partner a flat look.

"How much does that cost? Fuck you, I'm rich." Tonks smirked.

"Good to know." Harry blinked a few times as the thought settled.

He wondered how much it would cost to buy a large plot of land. It could be warded against muggles, stocked with game, and he could have a few houses built. The idea was sound, but he'd be alone. The Great Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived. Slayer of the Basilisk. A Dragon Himself was afraid to be alone.

Harry took a long, calming breath. Smoke rolled out of his mouth as he let it out. Hestia and Tonks stiffened.

"Sorry." He blushed and waved the smoke away. "Heartburn."

Tonks let out a little snort of laughter. Hestia slowly relaxed. She gave him a small smile despite her previous tension.

"Thanks for lunch." Harry stood from the table and cleaned up his spot. "I'm going to head back downstairs."

"You don't have to go." Tonks said.

"I want to go for a swim." Harry waved away her concern. "I didn't get to swim much in the lake, and I've only been to a public pool twice."

"Ok." Tonks sighed. "Enjoy. Don't forget a towel."

"Don't need one." Harry winked at her.

Harry hurried down the stairs before Tonks could leave the scent of the food. He stripped down to his boxers before he paused. It was simple enough to cast a charm on them to protect them from the water, but it was still a hassle. They clung to his legs and got in the way. He slipped them off, then added them to the pile of his clothes. Harry made sure to leave them on top as a clear sign he was naked. That way they couldn't claim ignorance when they came to check on him.

The world slipped away once he dove into the water. His thoughts drifted away from the cares of anything beyond the pond. He hoped he could convince Andromeda to get some fish for the pond. It would add a bit of life to the room. That and it would it be fun to chase them in his dragon form. He didn't need to come up for air nearly as often as a normal human should. It was still weird to think that he wasn't human anymore. Well, he wasn't justa human. That made him wonder if magical folk were still considered human. What made them able to use magic? He should mention that to Hermione. She would love a research project.

Hermione.

He hadn't heard from her in a few days now. Things with her were muddled. He loved her, he knew that, but that was a broad term. Did he think of her as a girlfriend, a mate, or something else? Without a question she was pack. They had kissed a couple of times, but that was it. She didn't elicit the same hunger he felt around Molly and Tonks. He hoped that it meant that his instincts would focus on females old enough to actually breed.

If that was the case then all he would have to do was avoid every witch from fourth year up. Fuck. This was his fourth year. That didn't make sense. Hermione was older than him, she should have made his mouth water.

His head broke the water to see Hestia at the edge of the pond. Her expression was stoic, but her scent gave off waves of anxiety.

"Hi." He smiled at her. "What's up?"

"You were under there for over thirty minutes." Hestia crossed her arms.

"Hm." Harry swam closer to her and tread water.

"That's it?" Hestia pinched the bridge of her nose. "Half an hour without a Bubble Head Charm isn't just a 'hm' type of thing."

"I'm still figuring this dragon thing out." Harry stopped when his feet touched the floor.

The water came up to just above his belly-button. He pretended not to see the way her eyes dipped lower. A delicious scent began to overtake her anxiety.

"Dragon." Hestia shrugged. "That works."

Harry nodded.

"Want to join me?" He gave her a roguish smile. "The water is fine."

"Tempting." Hestia rolled her eyes. "I prefer to keep my wand close."

"I won't bite." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"Funny." Hestia turned and began to walk away.

The whoosh of her movement covered him with a thick wave of her arousal. He launched himself out of the water and landed close behind her. Her wand was in her hand, and she was mid-turn when he wrapped an arm around her waist. He nuzzled the crook of her neck.

"You smell amazing." He purred.

"Let me go." Hestia ordered.

There wasn't an ounce of fear in her scent. Harry couldn't help himself; he took a long lick of the exposed skin of her neck. He savored her taste.

"Potter." She put some steel in her voice. "I said, let me go."

"Say it like you mean it." His voice came out as a rumble.

Heat rushed through his body. His erection sprang to life and knocked against her covered ass. She had worn a dragonhide coat since her arrival. The temperature in the basement garden was too hot for it. He was able to taste the wonderful tease of her sweat.

"Are you naked?" Hestia gasped.

"Very astute, Auror Jones." Harry teased.

"This is your last chance." She warned. "Let me go. Now."

Harry sighed. This time she meant it. He released her. Hestia spun with impressive speed, for a human, and had her wand pointed directly at him. Rather, where he had been. He stepped closer to her, putting them face to face. Her wand arm was outstretched, harmlessly pointing behind him.

"Hestia." He whispered. "I need you to relax."

She flicked her wrist, tossing the wand into the air, and catching it so that it pointed toward Harry rather than away. A stunner collided between his shoulders. The spell rocked him forward. He moved with the force and wrapped her in his arms.

"That stung." He pouted. "Stop."

Hestia struggled in his arms.

"Hestia." He growled. "Stop. Now."

She froze.

"I need you to relax." Harry tried to keep his voice even.

"How can I relax?" Hestia hissed.

"You're sending me all the signals to mount you here and now." Harry had to force himself not to throw her down on the ground right there.

"I just hit you with a stunner." She glared at him.

"Your scent." Harry replied. "I can smell your arousal."

"Oh." Hestia blushed. "That makes sense."

"I need you to do one of two things." Harry closed his eyes.

"What?" Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"Get yourself under control and calmly walk out of here." He took a calming breath. "Walk, not run."

"And the other option?" She asked.

"Kiss me." Harry growled. "Make your choice."

Hestia paused. She pulled away so she was able to look him in the eyes.

"Open your eyes." She said.

Harry did so slowly. The hunger in her gaze sparked a rumble in his chest. She leaned closer and kissed him.

"You have no idea how hard this is for me to ask." Harry spot through gritted teeth. "Are you sure?"

Hestia bit her bottom lip before she nodded. His entire world focused on her.

"Potter!" Hestia gasped as her clothes disappeared.

She stood nude in his arms. Her eyes widened at the show of wandless magic that Harry didn't even seem aware he had used. Harry on the other hand, had been on the edge since last night. He didn't care about anything but the woman in front of him.

Harry grabbed a handful of her hair and puled her close for a kiss. Hestia groaned as he pulled away. He caught her bottom lips with a tug. Harry had enough sense to use his own lips instead of his teeth. It wasn't the full moon. Still, he didn't want to chance it.

He lifted her off her feet and grabbed her surprinsingly plump ass. Harry let out a low growl as he squeezed her cheeks. Hestia wrapped her legs around his torso. His erection slipped perfectly between her thigh coming to rest against her hot wetness. She rocked her hips, running her lips along his length.

Hestia pulled him in for another kiss. This time, she took the lead, attacking his mouth with her own. Harry moaned into her mouth. He shifted slightly until the crown of his cock touched her wet opening. Her kiss paused for just a moment before she continued with even more passion. He rocked his hips, teasing her pussy with the tip while their kiss extended. Harry loosened his grip on her ass just as her tongue started to dominate his. She dropped onto his cock without warning.

Hestia wrenched away from the kiss and let out a wordless scream as he filled her. The swift moment had her take more of his cock than she expected. She had no idea how he could fill her so well. Right now, she didn't care. Her eyes stared blankly into his eyes as her legs shivered around him. He could feel her toes curl against his back.

Harry leaned his head back and let out a long moan. Fucking Molly had been an experience, this was completely different. Her tightness almost too much even with her wetness. He probably would have cum right then and there if he was a virgin. The beast within him took over. His hips began to move on instinct and fucked her through the tightness.

"Morgana! Fuck me!" Hestia screamed.

Harry growled as he bounced Hestia on his cock. His tighten his grip on her ass to aid in fucking her pussy at a punishing pace.

Her hair bounced with each thrust. She continued to scream as she had the hardest fuck of her life. Her tits pressed tight against his chest causing her nipples to rub along his skin in time. He wasn't able to watch them bounce freely, but he enjoyed the feel of their softness against his chest.

The sound of his hips crashing against her body grew louder. He pressed on, fucking her through her first orgasm into another. He focused on the feeling of her tight pussy as it fluttered every time she came. She wasn't a squirter, he wasn't sure if that was actually real or just porn, but her wetness and release from her orgasms had left a mess on his crotch. She let out a little more each time she came.

"FUCK." Harry roared.

He brought Hestia down in one final thrust, sheathing his cock as deep as possible. Her pussy locked down around him as he unloaded his seed into her. His grip tightened on her soft cheeks causing the plump ass to mold to his hands as he held her close.

Hestia let out a soft moan. Her head dropped to rest on his shoulder as she clung to him. Harry kept her close as his breathing started to return to normal. He walked over to one of the carved benches and sat. Hestia gasped with each step as it caused her to bounce on his erection. She let out a tired moan when he sat. The new position of her lazily straddling his lap pushed him deep. She could feel the freshly deposited cum get forced out of her well-stuff pussy.

"Wow." She whispered.

"Wow." Harry agreed. "Another round?"

Hestia's eyes went wide when she realized he hadn't gone soft even after cumming in her.

"Morgana help me." Hestia squeaked.

"We'd have a better chance with Nym" Harry wiggled her eyebrows at her.

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Hestia and Nym sat flanking him on either side. Today was a test run, the first step in rejoining society since his transformation. The first plan had been a stroll around Diagon Alley, but that was shot down by Madam Bones. Even the thought of a couple more Aurors present didn't make her comfortable with the idea. They settled on Hogsmeade as another option. It wasn't nearly as busy with Hogwarts still out for summer break, but it was still populated enough to test his control.

So far, Harry was doing well. They had taken a stroll around town. Harry made a concentrated effort to ignore the two other Aurors that followed them at a distance. There was an extra eye on him in the form of Mad-Eye Moody, a decorated retired Auror that had trained Nym. Technically, he just happened to be there on the day that the trip was planned. The fact that the Aurors present took their orders from him was pure coincidence.

Keeping his instincts in check wasn't nearly as hard as he had expected. He did notice that the female population drew his attention more than before. That could be written off due to his age. He hadn't attacked anyone either. The dragon side of him seemed content. If anything, he felt sort of protective of the people around him. The instinctual part of him knew that he was more powerful than the witches and wizards he had encountered. It didn't make him look at those around him as lesser. They were different and there was a call from deep within that wanted to keep them from harm.

The one thing he had noticed was that he could feel the currents of magic in the air. It wasn't as obvious as an actual breeze, but it was definitely there. If he focused he could sense the power of the nearby people. Each person had a unique scent to their magic. Until now he had just written the sensation off as part of his enhanced senses.

Another unexpected development was how his own scent had mingled with Hestia. It was at its strongest directly after having sex, but it still lingered on her. The mingling didn't seemed to happen in other ways as well. Close relationships like family and friends created a subtle, constant undertone. The process worked in reverse as well. Those people with strong negative emotions left an imprint as well. A discordant, foul odor that thankfully only emerged due to proximity. Depending on the flow of the magical 'breeze' he could identify people from quite the distance.

Harry had discovered that he didn't so much as have just one new 'sense' but multiple. He was more tuned in to body language, physical scents, pheromones, and could easily hear heartbeats. If he listened really closely he could hear the creak and pull of muscles. It did not make eating around others a pleasant experience. Unfortunately, slipping away to be alone at every meal wasn't an option. Like a true Gryffindor, he charged onward, forcing himself to confront the problem rather than shy away.

The three of them had spent the better part of an hour in the Three Broomsticks. Their food had long since been consumed and they had moved on to nursing their drinks. Harry had dropped a handful of gold in the tip jar when he realized they were taking up a table that paying customers couldn't use. That seemed to smooth things over rather nicely.

"Are you done yet?" Nym asked for the third time in the last twenty minutes.

"I think so." Harry nodded. "I can tune most of it out."

"Thank Merlin." Nym muttered. "My ass was going numb."

"I could rub it to get the feeling back." Harry shot her a roguish smile.

"Nice try, Potter." Nym rolled her eyes. "Ask if Jones needs any attention."

Nym had figured out that Hestia and Harry had hooked up. They hadn't been quiet in the basement. Not to mention the fact that all the tension Hestia had around Harry was replaced by a totally different type.

Hestia thought for a moment, then shook her head.

"My bum is fine." Hestia shrugged.

"Yes it is." Harry purred.

"Stop it." Nym groaned. "At least wait until we're back at the house."

They took a stroll around the town. Eventually, they ended up at the Shrieking Shack. Harry studied it with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. He didn't know what the plan was for the full moon yet, but he didn't want to spend the three nights locked in the shack. Hopefully, he had proved that he could be trusted to remain free. That thought was shattered once he actually thought about it. There was no way the Ministry, or the parents of Hogwarts students, would allow a creature with an impressive danger rating to run wild on the full moon. He wondered what they had come up with for a plan.

Harry didn't want to stay in the Shrieking Shack. If he had to, then he was going to spend some time restoring the place. He could probably convince Hermione and Ron to help as well.

Hermione. He had been so busy that he hadn't thought about her for a while. The fact that she had repeatedly snuck into the hospital to sit with him was sweet. Maybe kissing her wasn't a good idea. It could have scared her off. That was a depressing thought. Even if they weren't fit to be a couple, she was still a good friend.  Sure, they had kissed a few times, but it had been a spur of the moment thing. Emotions were running high, and he hadn’t adjusted to his new instincts yet.

He needed to send her an owl.

His thoughts were interrupted as the breeze shifted. A trio of tantalizing scents made him let out a hungry purr.

"What's going on, Sparky?" Nym asked.

"Something smells good." Harry raised his nose and took an appreciative sniff.

"We're close enough to Hogwarts for your sniffer to catch the food from the kitchen." Nym offered.

"Not food." Harry growled.

He stalked forward aiming to head into the forest toward Hogwarts.

"Harry!" Hestia called. "What are you doing?"

"Following my nose." Harry gave her a feral smile.

The two Aurors flinched. He paused when he saw the duo draw their wands. His head slowly cocked to the side in a silent question.

"Your eyes." Nym had steel in her voice. "They're glowing."

"They usually do that when he… gets excited." Hestia blushed.

"What's going on, Harry?" Nym asked once more. "You were doing great until now. Not even Rosemerta got you this worked up."

The busty cougar that owned the Three Broomsticks hadn't made it easy with all the signals she was sending. It helped that she hadn't given any true signs of interest. She was flirty and didn't shy away from using her looks to entice her customers, but she lacked the usual markers of arousal. Her heart rate had increased when she recognized him, but it was general excitement rather than sexual interest.

This scent though. It called him on a primal level. The full moon was still a few days away, but it didn't matter. His inner-beast hungered to track down the scent. He could feel a familiar heat stirring in his chest.

A trail of smoke puffed out of his nose as his breathing picked up. Tingling heat along the skin of his arms. The two Aurors tensed even more. Harry looked down at his arms to see a strip of black scales from his hands up to his elbows. So far, only his pinky had taken the form of a claw.

"I'm not going to hurt you." His voice came out as a harsh rumble.

The change did little to ease the tension from the two witches.

"I just need to find out what that is." Harry felt the wave of heat start at the base of his skull before it flowed down his spine.

His clothes strained under the change. For once it was a good thing the hand-me-downs were so large. The shoes around his feet were shredded as his claws took form. His enhanced senses made it too easy to track where the additional Aurors were.

"Harry." Nym forced her voice to remain calm. "Turn back or we will be forced to incapacitate you."

A flare of magic to his left alerted him to an incoming spell. Harry dropped to all fours. A powerful stunner zipped through the air. He stole a quick glance at the Auror who had shot it.

"Dawlish, what the fuck!" Nym yelled.

Harry hopped to his feet. He gave the scared Auror a wink then dashed off into the forest. His wide stride carried him through the trees fast enough to rival a broom. Closer to one of the Comets that the school used instead of a Nimbus or his Firebolt. It was still faster than he had ever ran before.

There was a tangible shift in the air when he crossed over from the normal trees to the Forbidden Forest. It was thick with a primal magic that made his senses go wild. The sound of ripping fabric was lost to him as he sped through the trees. If he had been more aware, he would know that he was now in a different version of his dragon form.

The scales had stopped around his forehead, leaving his face still human-ish aside from the glowing eyes and mouth full of sharp teeth. His hair had been replaced with downy phoenix feathers of roughly the same length. The scales stopped along his collar bone leaving his chest and torso clear until just above his crotch.

None of that mattered at the moment. All of his focus was on the overpowering scent that continued to get stronger with each step. He didn't slow his pace until the sound of overlapping voices and the familiar feeling of magic washed over him. A thin barrier slid in place over his eyes as he got closer. They had discovered he did indeed have the basilisk's ability to kill with his vision. Thankfully, there was an easy fix for it.

Harry burst from the trees into a clearing. Multiple teams of witches and wizards worked to calm down a trio of dragons. The people were too busy to notice his arrival, but the dragons weren't. Their attention was locked onto him. Vaguely, he recognized one of the wizards from the 'welcome back' party the Weasley's had put together.

He slowed his approach, striding confidently closer. The dragon-handlers were left in the lurch as the trio of magical creatures stopped struggling. A wave of magic that hadn't been used in centuries swirled around the dragons. Their forms shrunk and shifted to take shape of three humanoid women similar to his own new form. One had bright red scales and features that were similar to a woman of Asian heritage. Another had muted green scales, and her face made her look like she could be related to Katie Bell. The third was the tallest of the three, her scales were color of permafrost and had somewhat Nordic features. They stared at Harry with a hunger that clearly matched his own.

"Harry?" The Weasley wizard spoke softly. "Is that you?"

§Shh.§ Harry held up a finger. §This doesn't concern you.§

His appearance combined with the unconscious use of Parseltongue caused the people in the area to shiver. The trio of dragon-ladies did as well but for different reasons. Smoke curled from his mouth as Harry stalked closer to the transformed creatures. His eyes flicked to the enclosures behind the trio.

§Hello.§ Harry managed to rumble and hiss at the same time. §What a gorgeous sight to see.§

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§Who are you?§ The Red Dragon hissed.

He could smell the pheromones permeating the air. His instincts were screaming for him to take them, to make them his. The dragon part of him knew that this was part of the dance. Draconic females did not want weak mates.

§This my forest.§ Harry waved a hand to the trees behind him. §These are my lands.§

§Lies!§ The Frost Dragon growled.

§I call this place my home. I stand here unchallenged.§ Harry met her gaze. §It. Is. Mine. What are you three doing here?§

§These stick-wielders have taken our eggs and dragged us here.§ The Green Dragon sounded the most distressed of the trio. §If this is your forest, then show us.§

Harry turned to face the gathered witches and wizards. He could feel Nym and Hestia getting closer, as well as the other Aurors. Their progress would be slow considering they wouldn't travel through the Forbidden Forest like he did. The fastest route would be to take the trail up towards Hogwarts, then cut over along the edge of the trees. Even then, it would take a while.

He focused for a moment to make sure he was speaking English.

"Charlie." Harry stared through the ginger wizard. "Why did you move their nests?"

"The Ministry ordered us to." Charlie shifted under his gaze. "There's an… event this year that and they wanted to use the dragons. What did you do to them? Transformations like this aren't supposed to be possible. The stories were written off as myth."

"They are under my protection." Harry growled.

The gathered Dragon Handlers flinched.

"Arrange their nests in a secure enclosure. Treat them with care, they are more valuable than your lives." His voice rumbled through the clearing. "At least three of you on guard per nest. Do you understand?"

Charlie nodded.

"Weasley… what is going on?" An older witch scooted closer to the ginger.

"This is… Harry Potter." Charlie replied. "Harry, this is Jennifer Strange. Jennifer, meet Harry Potter."

"I'm pretty sure Harry Potter is The BOY Who Lived, not a dragonkin." The witch replied.

A low, thunderous growl made her freeze. Harry cleared his throat. He closed his eyes and took a calming breath.

"I don't like that title." Harry replied evenly. "As you can see. Things have changed."

They dragon handlers shared confused looks but didn't say anything more. Harry stared at the assembled group.

"Now." Harry's voice echoed around the clearing. "Do I need to repeat myself? Arrange their nests in a secure enclosure. Three of you on guard per nest. Outside of the enclosure."

"We're trying, but they won't stop fighting us." Charlie shrugged. "We have a safe area set for each of their nests, but they won't let us get them in there."

"And the guards?" Harry asked.

"We're camper beside them in case they need anything." Jennifer replied. "These dragons are our lives. We wouldn't hurt them or let anything hurt them." She paused. "Can you tell them that. Please?"

"Yes." Harry nodded. "Who goes where?"

"Xia is the first, Sian in the second, and Agda is in the last one." Charlie replied.

Harry raised a phoenix-feather eyebrow.

"Xia is the Chinese Fireball, Sian in the Welsh Green, and Agda is the Swedish Short-Snout." He clarified.

Harry turned his attention back to the trio of dragon-ladies.

§I have spoken with them.§ Harry inclined his head to the dragons. §They have moved your nests to a protected area and will be nearby for your convenience. They wish for me to tell you that they would protect you and your babies with their lives.§

The trio studied him before they looked at each other for some signal.

§Follow me.§ He held out his hand to Xia, the red dragon-woman.

She stepped closer to him but did not take his hand. Harry chuckled as he led her to the first enclosure. He studied the area as she rushed toward her nest. The enclosure was a transparent dome that allowed natural light and airflow while keeping out irritants. Harry watched as a swirl of grit hit the invisible barrier. There was a small, growing pile of dirt at the edge of the dome.

A flash of red stole his attention from the inspection. Xia sprang at him with claws first. Her wings were flared, and her tail was stiff. Harry had just enough time to notice that all of her teeth looked wickedly sharp before he dodged out of the way.

§This is your land!§ Xia roared. §Did you tell them to do this? Who are you to endanger my clutch?§

She attacked ferocity. He dodged out of the way of a clawed assault. Her tail was just as dangerous. It seemed that her wings were used as a form of intimidation. Harry had no doubt he would have been dead a couple of times over if she had been familiar with her current hybrid form.

§No.§ Harry simply replied.

§Do you think speaking with the soft-meat and showing my next proves you to be a worthy mate?§ Xia growled.

Harry silenced the raging dragon up by sharply grabbing one of her horns and pulling her in for a rough kiss. He half expected her to bite his tongue. Instead, she kissed him back just as rough. He battled with her tongue as Xia tried to wrestle him to the ground.

He explored the inside of her mouth before pulling her away with the hand still gripping her horn. Harry couldn’t help but claim her lips back once more when he saw how swollen they were. After a few more minutes of rough tongue wrestling, he held her back at an arm’s length to see Xia’s face was flushed to the point the skin blended with her red scales.

All other thoughts left his mind. Everything disappeared except for Xia. She stood before him, giving him an unobstructed view of her body. Now he was able to appreciate it without the group of dragon handlers around. Harry practically drooled as he stared at her perky breasts that sat high on her chest, the scales along the sides of her toned stomach didn't detract from her sexiness. His gaze dropped lower. Her crotch had previously been obscured by red scale was now an exposed slit.

He didn't notice that his cock had emerged from a protective pouch. This was a new form to him, even if it was closer to his previous were-dragon shape. In that shape his dick hung free just like it did when he was naked in human form.

A bit of pride sparked in his chest when he saw that she was staring at him as well. There was a blatant hunger in her eyes. She devoured every inch of his body. The peek at her hidden desire sparked a fire in his chest.

He pulled her close and acted before she could try to take control. She could feel Harry’s fingers gliding over the slick skin of her outer lips, drawing moans and gasps from the horny dragon. He pushed two fingers into Xia's pussy and felt that she was already dripping wet. She could feel something approaching. Her body alternated between tensing in anticipation and shuddering as spikes of pleasure raced along her nerves. The sweet torture ended abruptly as his wonderful fingers pulled away from her. Suddenly, his head was between her legs.

§What are you doing?§ Xia yelled.

Harry replied with a roguish smile. His lips found her covered clit at the very edge where her scales had retracted. Her legs shook as her body started bucking wildly. She was grateful that she hadn't fallen. Her pride could not take that kind of embarrassment. What he was doing was magic, pure and simple.

He lowered her to the ground as he continued the tongue-lashing. She was distracted by the change in position as his tongue deftly massaged her clit. Xia chittered as lights flashed behind her eyes. She spread her legs wider and was ecstatic when he shifted his attention lower to her slick lips. His talented tongue sent her over the edge of her first true orgasm. Before, mating had been for the sole purpose of mating. Pleasure was something that happened on occasion. Her legs wrapped around his head as her orgasm rocked her body once more. She arched her back. The extra room making her wings shiver underneath her.

Harry noticed the odd position her wings and tail were in with her on her back. He flipped her over, so she was face-down on the ground. Her wings instantly shot out to their full spread. He pressed a gentle but firm hand at the base of her neck, positioning her with her head against the ground with her ass raised in the air. That hand stayed in place as the other gripped her tail. The touch made her buck. He began to stroke it as he held the appendage out of the way. Once he was sure she got the message to stay in position, he shifted his hand from her neck to her hip.

A rumbling growl shook her as he lined his cock up with her slit. Without further teasing, he started to pound into her. Her heat and tightness were unlike any other he had experienced. The sound of their bodies clapping together echoed around the enclosure.

Xia let out a hungry moan. Her voice quickly pitched to a scream as her orgasm rocked through her body. Harry bent forwards to pepper some kisses along her spine and up to the base of her neck. On instinct, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder. A shock of energy enraged the fire in his chest the moment her blood touched his tongue. Xia let out a mewl of satisfaction at the bite.

Harry roared as he lunged forward, slamming into her hard. His entire body pressed itself tightly against her as his cock rammed as deep inside of her as it could go. He exploded inside of her, unleashing the torrent of cum that had been building up inside of him ever since he’d caught her scent earlier.

§It will be a strong clutch.§ Xia cooed as she rubbed her stomach.

He liked the sound of that. A sound at the edge of the enclosure ended the afterglow. He turned to face the noise only to relax. Standing in the entry to the enclosure were the two other dragons. They both stared at him hungrily.

Harry slowly pulled out of Xia. He made sure the other two got a good look at her filled quim. Xia collapsed into a heap as he stood. She made happy purring sounds as she basked in the afterglow. The sudden spike of pheromones told him they were interested. It looked like there were two more dragons he needed to slay.

§Would you like me to show you to your enclosures as well?§ He asked with a slight growl in his voice.

Sian, the Welsh Green, nodded enthusiastically. Agda, the Swedish Short-Snout, gave a single nod in affirmative. Harry strode over to the two dragons. He held out a hand, letting them decide who would be the first. Sian took his outstretched hand once it was within her reach.

A wave of protective magic slid into place as he stepped out of the enclosure. He made a mental note to ask Charlie how it functioned. Harry knew the trio of dragons would not appreciate being locked in, even if it was for their protection.

§What is your name? Do you have a name?§ Sian asked.

§Harry Potter.§ He replied. §What about you? The witches and wizards call you Sian.§

§Sian.§ The Green Dragon spoke the name slowly, as to taste it. §It is acceptable.§

Harry led her over to the enclosure with her nest. She quickly hurried over to her clutch. The dragon didn't relax until after a thorough inspection of her eggs. She adjusted her nest a little to make sure they were supported to her specifications before she turned back to face Harry.

§My kind are not like the Red.§ A playful spark flashed in her eyes. §We do not look to mate with mindless brutes.§

§What do you want then?§ Harry asked.

§Someone clever.§ A delighted smile crossed her face. §If you want me. Catch me.§

Sian broke into a sprint directed at him. Harry braced for impact. Instead of crashing into him, she adjusted for her real target. She shifted her approach at the last moment, now heading for the opening in the enclosure that was behind him. Sian let out a little laugh as she rushed by him.

The chase was on.

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Nym and Hestia arrived at the enclosures just in time to see a creature that had to be Harry chase after the transformed green dragon. Tonks glared at the shrinking figure before she turned to her partner. Hestia had a similar expression on her face.

"Tonks?" A familiar voice called.

She followed the sound to see Charlie Weasley approaching her.

"Wotcher, Charlie." Nym gave a polite smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing." Charlie chuckled.

"Official Auror business." She flashed him her badge.

"Good on you." Charlie smiled brightly at her. "I'm here for the dragons."

"Speaking of dragons. Have you seen a were-dragon type creature around?" She asked.

"You mean Harry?" Charlie asked. "Yeah. He showed up, somehow made the three dragons we were trying to sooth to change into this hybrid form that was supposed to be a myth, and then jackhammered one into submission. You just missed him going after another."

"Jackhammered?" Nym asked.

"You know…" Charlie made a couple of subtle pumps with his hips.

"Damn." Nym huffed. "He moves fast."

"There aren't a lot of male dragons around these days." Charlie slipped into scholar mode. "They had brighter colors, eye-catching plumage, and were known to gather hoards to attract mates. These three dragons each had a clutch, but we expect that only one or two of the entire lot will actually hatch. Most are either unfertilized or not strong enough to survive. If we can, we'll assist the hatchlings as they emerge, but we have to be careful not to let the mother know so they don't shun the baby. We're willing and able to raise a dragon from a hatchling to adolescence it's just that they do better with their own kind. There are a few dragons that have either only laid unfertilized eggs, or didn't have any survive to hatch, that we could place the babies with as a sort of adopted mother, but even then, there are noticeable issues when they are old enough to socialize."

"Fascinating." Hestia deadpanned.

"Isn't it!" Charlie completely missed the tone.

"What was this about transforming?" Nym asked.

"There are myths about wizards and dragons, or witches and dragons, being able to mate." Charlie continued.

"Is that why you're so excited?" Nym teased.

"Fuck off." Charlie rolled his eyes. "Back on topic. There were stories about dragons changing shape to mingle with magical folk. The few scholars that actually believed those stories were laughed at by their peers and written off as sexual deviants. If you actually read their studies-"

"You did." Nym stated.

"Obviously." Charlie didn't miss a beat. "Then you'd discover that while the transformation was obscure, there were multiple references in older texts. The last recorded incident is at least three hundred years old. Like most magical creatures, dragons had to adapt to the incursion of Muggles. Losing their hunting grounds, being hunted for sport, and drastically declining numbers meant that scholars were focused on the survival and protection of the species rather than any sort of rumored transformative abilities. I have no idea how Harry was able to trigger the shift. It has to be more than just him being a male. All three of them have encountered males of a few variations. Thankfully, dragons can breed with others rather than those of their specific classification. It does mean that the majority of dragons alive today are some sort of mix, but it's better than the creatures going extinct."

Charlie paused to take a breath. He looked from one witch to the other to check if they were still listening. At some point in his speech a few other Aurors had arrived. He recognized Mad-Eye, everyone in the Weasley family knew who he was, but the others were people he didn't know.

"That's great, Weasley." Moody growled. "How does that help us track down a rogue were-dragon that's gone into rut?"

"Uh…" Charlie turned to see if one of his colleagues could help only to discover he was alone.

He shifted his attention to the enclosures. The entire crew was preparing the area for their camp now that the dragons weren't actively fighting every step of the way. Even from a distance he could see Agda, the transformed Swedish Short-Snout walking among the others. Charlie instantly forgot about the Aurors and hurried over. There was no way he was going to pass up on this chance.

Nym shook her head as Charlie literally skipped away. She could see the tall, white-scaled woman that had captured his attention. Charlie had been a fun fling when they were in school together. Then he had accepted position at a Dragon Sanctuary in Romania and left before the year was up. She often wondered if he would have stuck around if she had tried to grow scales. The corner of her mouth teased a smile. People said that Charlie's perfect woman was a dragon.

~§~

Sian moved so fast she was a streak of green. She couldn't fly yet in her new form, but she could use her wings for an extra speed boost. The only reason Harry was able to keep her in sight was thanks to the density of the trees. There was no way he was going to be able to catch her as it was. It would be even worse if she found a clearing. Any open space where she could really cut loose would leave him in the dust. He was not going to let her get away.

Harry leaped up onto the tree closest to him. He launched himself off of it, soared through the air, and slammed feet first into another tree close by. A few more bounces and he was speeding through the canopy of thick, interwoven branches. This new pathway was much faster without the constant need to shift his approach.

He saw Sian look over her shoulder to check on his progress. She slowed when she didn't see him. Her slender neck leaned back as she took a few deep sniffs, trying to catch his scent. Harry watched in triumph as her eyes went wide. She caught his scent, and it was much closer than she had expected.

Sian looked up just in time to see him launch himself from the canopy. She let out a little squeak as he tackled her to the ground. He made sure to cradle her body against his to avoid hurting her tail or crushing her wings. The giggles she let out told him he had done a good job of protecting them.

She gasped in surprise in excitement when she started to wiggle her hips even as she was pinned underneath him. To further demonstrate her pleasure, she pulled him into a deep and passionate kiss. Harry moaned as their tongues slid over each other. He didn't know if kissing was something dragons usually did and right now he didn't really care.

Sian pouted a little as Harry pulled away. Any complaints she may have had frozen in her throat as Harry started to kiss down along her neck. He nipped at her collar bone as he continued down. Some part of his mind noticed that while she had breasts, she didn't have nipples in this form. That thought was forcefully tossed to the background as the scent of her arousal increased.

She waited with bated breath as his head lowered, and finally, his tongue touched her wet, needy cunt. Sian was unable to keep herself from squealing. Her back arched as her new mate attacked her pussy with his tongue. Harry paused for a moment to enjoy her sounds. Sian wiggled and trembled as she experienced pleasure that she didn't ever dream was possible. Her body started to shake as her insides began to coil in desperate need of relief. She could feel an orgasm quickly approaching.

Stars began to burst behind her eyes as her body shook and her back arched. She roared as a torrent of hot fluid sprayed Harry right in the face. She let out a shaky breath as Harry kissed the lips of her cumming pussy and gently nuzzled her incredibly sensitive clit with the tip of his nose.

Sian was still shaking uncontrollably when she felt a pair of hands pry her quivering thighs open and a weight settle between them. Harry made her head spin with a kiss. She returned the passionate kiss as something huge began working its way into her very tight cunt. Sian moaned as she was stretched beyond imagination. Breeding was a pleasant experience in her natural dragon form, but this level of pleasure nearly drove her mad. She pulled away from their kiss to watch his cock slowly slide inside of her scorching hot pussy. After what had felt like forever, he finally bottomed out and kissed her again. Thankfully, he continued to kiss her and gave her time to adjust to his massive girth.

After a moment, he slowly began to thrust his hips.

Sian bit her lip and closed her eyes as his huge cock rubbed every inch of her insides at the same time. With every thrust, not only was her cervix being battered but he hit spots of pure pleasure she didn't know she had. It only took a few thrusts before she was shuddering with another orgasm. Her hands reached out and touched every bit of his naked skin that she could reach. Harry leaned down and sucked on the delicate skin of her neck and shoulder, making the dragon purr in delight. She moaned and mewled as her pussy fluttered around this thick cock. Without warning, her pussy clamped down on him again and squeezed him with all of her might. Harry didn't try to fight his oncoming orgasm, loving the sensation of her pussy milking his cock. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled her scent as he let loose his first shot of cum deep inside of her.

Sian moaned as she was filled with warmth when his seed began filling her contracting pussy. She gripped his back hard as her thighs squeezed his hips, her tail wrapped around his leg, and she cried out in pure bliss. Rope after rope of hot, thick cum sprayed her insides as he continued to thrust, intent on breeding her. Finally spent, he rolled off of her. A contented smile crossed his face when she rolled on top of him to cuddle. He wrapped his arm around her midsection just under her wings. Her tail was still wrapped around one of his legs, just not as tightly.

§I need to get you back to your nest.§ Harry kissed her forehead.

Sian nuzzled his neck and made a small sound of protest. She didn't fight as he stood, or when he scooped her up from the ground. Harry carried Sian back through the forest bridal style. Her tail swung lazily back and forth in a sign of contentment. She rested her head against his chest.

§You don't have a tail.§ She stated.

§I do not.§ He said.

§Why?§ She trailed a clawed finger along his chest.

§I live a strange life.§ Harry chuckled.

§It seems so.§ Sian laughed as well. §What strangeness brought you to us?§

§Do you know of a basilisk?§ He asked.

§They are kin to dragons.§ Sian replied. She studied him for a long moment. §They do not have the power to take this shape.§

§Do you know of phoenixes?§ Harry asked.

She narrowed her eyes. After a pause she nodded.

§What about werewolves?§ He smiled at the consternation on her face.

She shook her head.

§A werewolf is a human that has the ability to change into a form similar to this.§ Harry explained. §Most consider it a curse, or an illness as best, but it feels like a blessing.§

§You are no werewolf.§ She stumbled over the last word a little.

§No.§ He shook his head. §I was a human.§ He paused. §A soft-meat as our green friend called them.§

§I know what a human is.§ Sian let out a laugh. §Soft-meat is an insult. It is a name we give to prey.§

§Ah.§ Harry smiled. §A couple of years ago, I was bitten by a basilisk. The venom flowed through my veins. A phoenix was able to use their tears to save my life. That would have been the end of the story, but then last year I was bitten by a werewolf.§

§You are rather bitable.§ She teased.

§As are you.§ Harry kissed the bite mark on her collar bone.

She shivered. It wasn't as deep as the one he had given Xia, but it was perfect for her. Harry took a breath to gather his thoughts.

§My magic, the venom, tears, and the werewolf bite all mixed to make me this.§ He shrugged. §This is new, my other forms are different. One is a human and the other is more dragon. Still no tail or wings.§

§I look forward to seeing our clutch hatch.§ She rubbed her lower belly.

§As do I.§ Harry kissed her forehead.

There was a deep sense of rightness when he thought of Sian and Xia laying his eggs. Agda too, if she was willing. Idly, he wondered if he could still breed with humans. If not, it would still be fun to practice.

They arrived back at the enclosure to find the squad of Aurors anxiously waiting with the Dragon Handlers. Agda had taken up residence in her enclosure and Xia appeared to be sleeping. Harry ignored the humans as he carried Sian over to her enclosure. He kissed her once more before he set her gentle on her nest. She let out a happy purr as she snuggled down among her eggs.

He strolled out of the enclosure with a content grin on his face. It dropped the moment he stepped out of the protected area. The entire Auror Squad, Nym and Hestia included, waited for him with their wands drawn.

"You made it." Harry set his gaze on Nym and Hestia. "I found what was making the scent."

"This isn't good, Harry." Nym spoke with a tremble in her voice.

Her scent was a swirl of annoyance, concern, and anger with an underlying hint of exhaustion. Hestia stood beside her with a similar mixture as well. The rest of the Aurors stank of fear with the occasional spike of disgust. Except for one older wizard with a wooden leg and a fake eye. Surprisingly, he didn't smell like anything.

Harry met his eyes and cocked his head to the side in an unspoken question.

"Scent blocking charms." The man answered.

"Smart." Harry nodded.

"Constant vigilance." The grizzled old man replied. "It's the only thing that will keep you alive."

The familiar red swirl of a stunner zipped through the air toward him. It didn't come from Hestia, Nym, or the old man. It felt the same as the one he had dodged before he had run off to investigate. The spell punched into the center of his chest. Harry let out a little 'oof' and was knocked back a step.

"Dawlish!" Nym snapped her attention to the Auror.

"He's a monster than broke containment." The other Auror yelled back.

The man appeared older than Nym but sounded like a petulant child. Harry brushed off the dust from where the spell had hit. He held his hand up to examine the residue. It was magical in origin and felt the same as the spell that had created it, only much weaker. The inherent energy was fading away at an incredible speed. He watched as the magic dust vanished before his eyes. When he turned his attention back to the Aurors he found them arguing amongst themselves. Aside from the oldest of the group. That wizard still had his wand aimed solely at Harry.

Harry motioned to the spot on his chest where the spell had hit and raised an eyebrow to the Auror. The old man took it as the question it was, not a taunt.

"First spell you've been hit with?" The Auror asked.

"Since I changed." Harry nodded.

"Thick skin." The Auror held up the arm that didn't hold his wand. "Magical creatures have a resistance to spells. It takes a squad of dragon handlers to properly stun a full dragon. Not surprised you can take a stunner for a sub-par wizard."

Harry laughed.

"I'm Harry Potter." He decided that trying to get close enough to shake hands was a bad idea. "It's nice to meet you."

"Alastor Moody." The old man replied. "People call me Mad-Eye. I knew your parents. Trained your father when he went through the Auror Program."

"He was an Auror?" Harry asked hopefully.

Alastor studied him for a long moment. The old man relaxed his wand-hand but didn't lower it.

"He was." Mad-Eye nodded. "Had a knack for Transfiguration and could use it to good effect in a scrap. Good man. Your mother." He paused. "She was a demon with a wand in her hand. Reminded me of your grandmother. I would have given my other leg to train her."

Harry gave the man a sad smile.

"Do you have any other stories to tell?" Harry asked. "I'd be grateful to hear them."

"Of course." Mad-Eye replied. "How about you lose the scales and put on some clothes first."

"I can't do that yet." Harry shook his head.

The tension returned to Moody's wand arm.

"Why is that?" Moody asked.

"I have one last lady I need to help settle in." Harry flashed him a roguish smile.

"Potter." Mad-Eye shook his head in frustration.

The false eye stayed locked on Harry while his head moved. It made something inside Harry's stomach lurch.

"They'll be some pants waiting once you're done." Mad-Eye motioned to the last enclosure with his free hand. "I'll get this lot settled."

"Thank you." Harry inclined his head then started to move toward Agda.

"Harry! Stop!" Nym screamed at him.

He froze. Slowly, he turned to look at her with an expression of pure innocence.

"Don't give me that look." Nym huffed. "Today was supposed to be a test of your control. You ignored orders, fled from your protection detail, and have nearly caused an international incident. Where do you think you're going?"

"It's rude to leave a lady waiting." Harry teased.

"What does that mean?" Nym glared at him.

"There's one more lady who needs an escort home." Harry motioned to Agda.

"You have got to be fucking with me." Nym grumbled.

"Later, I promise." Harry growled. It was amazing what being an apex predator did for his confidence.

"Just go." Nym rolled her eyes. "We're not done."

Harry winked at her before he walked away.

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Harry strolled over to where Agda was currently surrounded by dragon handlers. She noticed his approach and stepped out of the group. The witches and wizards around her were visibly disappointed. Harry hid a small smile as she met him halfway.

"You have bred the other two." Agda stated. "You have shown you are clever enough to catch the green and strong enough to tame the red. I require you prove yourself in a practical manner."

"Name it." Harry said.

"Show you can provide for my clutch." Agda kept her gaze steady.

"Any requests?" Harry chuckled.

"Fish is a rare treat." Agda turned back toward the group of dragon handlers.

Harry smiled as the magical folk happily welcomed her back. It wasn't until she started to speak with Charlie that he realized the conversation had been in English. He didn't know if that meant she was smarter than the others, or that Sian and Xia chose not to.

The Black Lake was the best option for fish. He ignored the Aurors that fell into step as he walked the distance to the shore. Nym and Hestia were among the group of seven. They had spread out in a half-circle a distance behind him.

Harry wasn't sure what kinds of fish lived in the lake. He knew that there merfolk, but they were sentient, so he didn't list them as fish. Billie the Giant Squid also lived in the lake, but she was not even close to being an option. Not only was she awesome, but she was also incredibly gentle with students when she played with them. She especially liked apple slices.

There was only one way to find out for sure.

Harry took off at a run once the lake was in sight. He launched himself into the air and cut through the surface of the water with barely a splash. The lake was much colder than the pool at the Tonks Residence. It wasn't nearly as clear either. Thankfully, he could still see well enough to navigate. Not that he had a destination in mind.

Swimming around until he caught enough fish hadn't been the most thorough idea.

He paused as movement inside a thick tangle of underwater vegetation caught his attention. Slowly, he sliced through the water toward the point of interest. Multiple squid-like creatures hid inside the patch of long reeds. On closer inspection, they weren't so much squid-like. They looked more akin to the bastard love-child between a mermaid and an octopus, but with little clawed three-fingered hands.

Grindylow. The name came to mind. Professor Lupin had covered them in DADA last year. Aquatic creatures known for their cruelty and swarm tactics. They were magical animals, not intelligent like other non-humans. He couldn't recall a mention of them being edible, but that was a topic usually covered. Most people weren't too keen on eating something vaguely humanoid. Granted, this aquatic pest was closer to a piranha than a person, but they still had something close enough to resemble a face to give pause.

Harry was about to continue on when one of the creatures spotted him. It let out a chittering cry that captured the attention of the others nearby. For a brief moment the grindylows and Harry stared at each other. Then the creatures burst into motion. A cluster of at least twelve of the things rushed him. He held up his hands to block his face as they got closer. Their needle thin teeth and jagged claws scrapped along his scaled skin. The fact that they couldn't pierce his scales didn't seem to register and they continued to swarm around him in a feeding frenzy.

It was only a matter of time before they found somewhere on his body soft enough. Thankfully, in this form, their options were limited. His member rested in a protective pouch when he wasn't aroused,  which only left his eyes and mouth as a possible weak point. He wasn't going to let them try.

Harry grabbed the closest one and ripped off one of its tentacle legs. It let out a screech but didn't slow its attack. The only thing he could thing to try was to use their own tactics against them. Harry snatched the one he had just injured and bit a chunk out of it.

That seemed to give the swarm pause. For a moment he thought that maybe he had underestimated their intelligence. Maybe they were merely trying to protect their territory from an invading threat. That thought was crushed as the other grindylows quickly devoured the injured one.

Harry idly chewed the chunk of grindylow as their attention had shifted away for him for the moment. He wasn't usually a fan of sea food, but the creature tasted pretty good. A feral grin crossed his face. It looked like he found a food source. The chunk of water around him churned as he started to harvest the creatures. There was a whirlpool visible to the naked eye on the surface. The dark water had an unmistakable crimson tint to it.

The water returned to its placid state after a few minutes. Harry emerged from the lake carrying half a dozen grindylow corpses in one hand while he carried the heads in his other. His scaled skin was marked by a few superficial scratches, but they weren't even deep enough to make him bleed.

He strolled over to the entry to Agda's enclosure and waited for her to see him. As much as he wanted to claim her, he wasn't going to rush. She had said her kind looked for practical qualities. Patience was one that he would add to that classification.

Agda sniffed the air. She turned to face him and smiled at what she saw. His natural body heat had already dried the water that had clung to him. Now, he stood patiently waiting with a bundle of food.

Once more, she excused herself from the handlers. A playful smile crossed her face as she approached him. She inclined her head to the collection of grindylows and their heads.

"I wasn't sure if you wanted the heads." Harry held up the hand holding them.

Agda took one from the bunch. She bit into it like an apple. Her jaw stopped working after a couple of chews. She tossed the head over her shoulder before she turned away to spit out the bite. Sheepishly, she turned back to face him.

"No, thank you." Agda motioned for the other hand.

Harry complied.

She took a bite of one of the grindylows. Her eyes went wide, and her chewing sped up. She quickly finished the rest of the grindylow. Harry smiled as she licked her fingers. He turned and tossed the bundle of heads back into the water.

"That was wonderful." Agda let out a soft sigh.

"Save the rest for later." Harry teased as he walked into the enclosure.

Harry set the remaining bundle of grindylow near the nest. Agda stepped into the enclosure but didn't come in all the way. Seeing this, Harry walked back over to her. He moved carefully as to not spook her. She didn't flee, which he took as a good sign. He placed a hand on Agda’s cheek, and gently pressed his lips to hers. Agda let out a soft whimper, and Harry could feel her tremble at the contact. He probed with his tongue, gently swiped at her lips and teeth.

Agda soon pulled away, panting heavily. Her chest heaved and trembled, but Harry didn’t have time to appreciate it, as she descended on him. Her mouth latched onto his neck and raked her teeth along his skin.

Her hand rested against his chest, and another took to his waist. Agda was more intuitive than the other dragons, but she was still inexperienced. He bit her lip gently as he pulled away, letting it pop out of his mouth. Agda whimpered ever so softly. The wonderful sound inspired him to continue.

Harry peppered kisses down her neck. With her mouth free, Agda couldn’t stop the string of moans that left her mouth. Acting on instinct, he bit her shoulder. The brief taste of blood spurred on the feral part of his need. He led her deeper into the enclosure. With no better options, they collapsed on the ground to continue their tryst.  Agda lay on her back. She held her arms out to him, and her legs were spread wide.

"Breed me." She whispered.

Harry let out a wordless growl as he gripped her hips and thrust forward. He sheathed himself completely within her with one stroke. Harry began thrusting into her in earnest. Agda wrapped her legs around his hips, using them to push them together even more powerfully.

His entire being seemed to be focused on fucking her. Agda did her very best to match his energy. The sound of flesh against flesh was interrupted by moans that occasionally produced small bursts of fire.

Harry kissed her hard as he added more power to his hips. Her sharp teeth grazed against his tongue. He leaned back, pressing her legs together, and tossing them over one of his shoulders. Lifting her up, he began to slam his aching cock at a feral speed.

Agda mewled as he pounded into her. A jolt of pure pleasure rocketed through his body as she clamped down on his cock. He couldn't move, not that he wanted to while her pussy massaged his shaft, trying to coax the cum from his balls. Every muscle in his body tightened as the first shot of cum let loose. Each pulse after was accompanied by another full-body flex. It was as if every single muscle in his body was trying to pump his seed as deeply as he could.

Agda moaned underneath him. Eventually, she released him. Harry fell on the ground beside her. She tossed a leg over him, pulling him closer.

"You can't stay, can you?" Agda asked.

"No, but I'll be back soon." Harry stroked her along her spine.

They settled into silence, just enjoying each other. Agda clicked her tongue.

"Your handlers are here for you." Agda sighed.

"I'll be back soon." Harry kissed her forehead.

Slowly, he got to his feet. His body began to shift back to his human form as he walked over to the assembled Aurors and Dragon Handlers. He shivered as his scales returned to skin.

"Sweet Merlin!" Nym rushed over to him.

Harry laughed as she wrapped him in her Auror robes.

"Well, now I know how you tamed the dragons." Nym mumbled.

"Don't worry, Nym." Harry winked at her. "You'll get a taste soon."

"Watch it, Potter." Nym growled.

~§~

Barty Crouch stomped into the council room with his usual severity. He wasn't one to suffer fools, or to mince words. The Tri-Wizard Tournament was an undertaking that required many, many people working together. That meant bureaucracy, overly long meetings, and wizards who thought they were more important than they actually were.

"Mister Crouch." One of the assembled board addressed the wizard. "What is so important that we had to meet now?"

"The first two tasks need to be reworked." Barty Crouch answered simply.

"What?" One of the other wizards squawked. "How is that possible?"

"The dragons are unable to participate due to being pregnant." Crouch replied.

"How can a dragon be pregnant?" One of the others cried. "They lay eggs."

Barty didn't bother to respond to the question.

"The Mer-People in Black Lake refuse further negotiations due to feeling threatened." Mister Crouch finished. "With the dragons and merfolk unable to assist with the tasks, they will need to be reworked."

"This is a disaster." Ludo Bagman bemoaned. "What caused all of this?"

"Harry Potter." Barty Crouch replied.

"Oh." Ludo slumped in his chair. "What can we do?"

"As I said." Barty Crouch glared at the hapless wizard he had been forced to work with. "We need to rework the first two tasks. The frame-work is still viable, but the events are no longer available. We can still have the champions retrieve an item in the first task that is a riddle for the second."

"Has the construction of the Golden Eggs completed?" One of the wizards asked.

"No." Barty Crouch replied. "I ordered the craftsmen to stop once I was informed of the news."

"At least that's one thing." Ludo muttered. "Does anyone have any ideas?"

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Harry woke up the next morning with a skip in his step. He had plans to visit the trio again before the school year started. They would stay at Hogwarts until their eggs hatched. It was too stressful to move them at this point. The eggs brought with them weren't as fragile since they weren't actually fertilized. It was important for dragons to have a clutch even if they didn't result in baby dragons. The nesting instinct was incredibly strong and blocking it had turned out to be a very bad idea.

Ever since they got back he tried to transform into the hybrid form, but he hadn't had any luck so far. The change apparently had only been caused by the presence of the dragons. He had returned to his human form shortly after they had left the area. The transformation was smooth, and he didn't realize he was in his human form again until he got a shiver. His clothes hadn't survived his earlier shift which left him naked. Thankfully, they were at the Tonks residence when it happened. He had been lucky that the Aurors wanted him in a more secure location rather than taking him to the DMLE for a debrief.

His good mood lasted until breakfast. The two Aurors weren't happy with him. There was another outing planned to test his control in a few days. Friday was his first full moon, so he had three days to prepare. This time it would be an area with only witches and wizards without any sort of magical creature. He was going to have to avoid Care of Magical Creatures until they could test how he handled other creatures. Knowing Hagrid, there would be some rather dangerous, cuddly creatures that wouldn't take too kindly to have a were-dragon nearby.

They got through breakfast without a word. Harry hadn't made it this time. Hestia had taken a turn and had provided a decent meal of eggs and toast. It tasted a little bland to him, but he was pretty sure that was due to his enhanced senses.

Harry was about to head down into the basement when the Floo flared to life. Alastor Moody stepped through. His magical eye spun in its socket taking everything in while his natural eye scanned the room for threats.

"Mister Potter," Alastor nodded at him.

"Auror Moody," Harry returned the nod. "What are you doing here?"

"Today, you're mine," Alastor smiled ferally at him.

Harry felt his inner-dragon start to stir. He did not like that look. This man was not someone to be taken lightly. Whatever could make this wizard smile like that was something that Harry knew to be wary of.

"How so?" Harry asked squinting his eyes at the Auror.

"You took a Stunner to the chest from an Auror with barely a flinch," Alastor explained. "We're going to see if your sturdiness carries over to your human form as well."

There was a mad cackle from the kitchen. It was quickly cut off by a grunt.

"You didn't have to kick me," Tonks groaned.

"You're being childish," Hestia countered.

"Let me show you to the park," Tonks hurried into the room. "It has plenty of space for you to pelt Harry here with spells."

"Thank you," Harry said flatly.

Nym was not kidding. The next three hours proved her prediction true.

Without a warning, or some sort of countdown, Moody hit him with spells ranging from a Stunner to a Bone Breaker with a few different Cutting spells for good measure once they were downstairs. Thankfully, it turned out that his hardiness carried over to his human form as well. A normal Stunner felt like a hard push while an overpowered one was like a punch in the chest. His many thrashings from Dudley and his gang provided him with plenty of experience dealing with those sensations. It allowed him to keep moving after taking a hit.

His speed and natural reflexes had increased noticeably. He had always been sharp, his time as a Seeker had proved that, but now he moved so fast he was hard to keep track of. Moody adapted to the change like the legend he was.

Piercers, Cutting, and other spells designed to break his skin were muted. They stung, but even overpowered ones didn't do as much damage as expected. By the end, Harry was bleeding for dozens of injuries. None of them were nearly as bad as they would have been on a normal wizard. Harry was pretty sure he would have died a few times over without his improved durability.

"Time for lunch," Moody said. "Get patched up and come along."

Harry nodded tiredly. His injuries may have been minor, but he was exhausted. He trudged upstairs. The scent of some sort of food put some speed in his steps. Hestia and Nym had ordered out once more. It wasn't Chinese this time. Judging by the logo on the many, many paper bags, it was McDonalds. They had set aside his portion off to the side. He had never had it before and didn't taste anything until after the fourth hamburger. The food was greasy, salty, and tasted amazing. He was particularly fond of the chicken nuggets.

The others were amused at his antics.

"Slow down, son," Moody cautioned. "We start the real work after lunch."

"The real work?" Harry asked, only after finishing the food in his mouth.

Moody simply flashed him another smile. Nym and Hestia joined Moody after lunch. They attacked him with spells of different disciples they each specialized in. Except for Moody, he seemed to know just about everything. The 'training' only stopped for dinner.

By then, everyone was tired.

"Not bad, Potter," Moody patted him on his shoulder. "Not good, but not bad."

"Thanks," Harry chuckled.

"You're fast and tough, but that won't keep you alive for long," Moody continued. "Tomorrow we'll work on defense."

"No offensive spells?" Harry asked.

Moody looked at the boy.

"If you never learn anything more than a stunner but live to see your grandchildren, I will be a happy man. Defense is not just for you, it's for those around you. Keeping yourself and others safe," Moody nodded to Nym and Hestia. "Right, Aurors?"

"Yes, sir," the two said in unison.

"Think about down there," Moody's voice shifted to that of an instructor. "What would be more important? Trying to hit me with spells, or staying live?" Moody waited a moment for him to think. "You can't fight back if you're dead. We'll focus on shielding and defense tomorrow."

Harry nodded.

Moody stared at Harry for a long moment.

"I fought beside your mother and father last time Voldermort raised his head. Your father was good, but your mother was scary," Moody's voice softened.

"You knew my parents?" Harry nodded.

Harry wanted to say something more, but he didn't trust his voice with the sudden lump in his throat. He silently begged for him to continue. Moody understood.

"I was half-dead when they got attacked," Moody sighed. "Lost my leg in an ambush and got hit with a nasty curse that practically had me done. I would have given my life for them. After Catarina died, I was a broken man, full of hate, and I used it to make any Death Eater I came across suffer. Seeing your parents, how much they loved each other, seeing the love they had for you. It was like looking at the life I lost. Merlin be damn, I should have been there."

"Thank you for telling me, sir," Harry whispered. "I would appreciate more stories about them."

"Stay conscious after each session and I will," Moody flashed him a smile.

The scars on his face didn't make it a pleasant one.

~§~

The next day was more of the same. Breakfast, training, lunch, training, and then dinner. Moody had started to teach him various shields. Hestia and Nym were testing to see which discipline he was the most attuned to in the sessions after lunch. They had initially thought it was fire, for obvious reasons. While he did have a connection, it was Air that really bonded with him. He could use fire well enough, as well as the other elements, but finding an advanced discipline was a challenge.

A discipline was a method of using the element and school with the best connection to the magical core. Two people attuned to Water could have completely different approaches to how it was used. The application of charms, transfiguration, and other schools of magic altered the functionality. All of it had an impact on almost every aspect of experiencing the magical world. Due to the complexity, it wasn't usually learned until after a witch or wizard had reached their full potential. A magical core continued to grow until a magic user reached their physical maturity. Only then were they able to determine how much power they could potentially reach. The magical core settled enough to develop a discipline. Attempting to discover Harry's affinity before his core settled would help stabilize his development, which would help immensely with his condition. All of that meant that the trio of Aurors pushed him to his limit multiple times a day.

On the plus side, he hadn't ever slept so well before in his life. It also had the benefit of helping him adjust to the changes in his body. It wasn't as obvious in his human form, but there were still differences that he hadn't noticed. His reaction time was faster, his senses sharper, and it was more of an adjustment than he had expected. It felt like he was learning how to walk all over again. He had been too tired to try to seduce Hestia again or make any progress in wooing Nym. Annoyingly, they didn't appear to be having the same amount of physical exhaustion. The Aurors weren't spending the training dodging, ducking, dipping, diving, and dodging spell-fire from multiple angles. All of it kept him too busy to focus on the approaching the full moon.

The next day was the second outing. This time, there wouldn't be any random magical creatures to encounter. At most, they were planning on interacting with Goblins. Harry tried not to think about how Hedwig hadn't stayed with him since he was bitten. She had delivered a couple of letters but did not stick around for long. He hoped that she just needed some time to adjust to him. It hurt too much to think that she didn't want to be his anymore.

"You with us, Harry?" Nym asked as they waited for the Floo to connect.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Just thinking about Hedwig."

"She'll come around," Nym rubbed his shoulder.

"I hope so," he muttered.

Nym stepped into the Floo. He waited for the fire to calm before he stepped in as well. The Leaky Cauldron wasn't too busy, even though it was lunch time. It was nearly a month before the school term started and the World Cup was next week. The crowd was small enough to walk through without issue. Without his glasses, or being surrounded by Weasleys, people didn't pay too much attention to him.

"How are you holding up?" Nym asked softly.

"Fine," he shrugged.

"Any issues?" Nym pressed.

"It's a little loud," Harry answered.

"You know what I mean," Nym chuckled.

"I have no undeniable urge to rush off," Harry recited blandly. "I'm a bit bored, honestly."

"Harry, is that you?" A familiar voice called to him.

He followed the sound to see Susan Bones nearby. There were girls he knew that would test his control over his urges. Susan was in the top five. She was on the prettier side of cute and had an hourglass figure that made his mouth dry. Usually, he had to fight to hide an erection around her. He still felt a bit of hunger when he saw her, but it wasn't the overpowering need like it had been with the dragons.

Harry waved at her. The redhead noted his escort and approached carefully.

"Auror Tonks, Auror Jones," Susan greeted.

"How do you know them?" Harry asked.

"My aunt is the head of the DMLE," Susan replied. "I know most of the Aurors by name and all of them by sight." She motioned off to the right and behind him. "I can even spot Uncle Alastor back there."

"Uncle Alastor?" Nym and Harry asked at the same time.

"He didn't like Grandpa," Susan shrugged.

Harry tried really hard not to look at her breasts when they bounced with her motion. He failed. Nym elbowed him softly in his ribs. Susan rolled her eyes.

"Sorry," Harry blushed.

"It happens," Susan teased. "You're a sweetie so I'll give you a pass this time."

"I'm a sweetie?" Harry perked up.

"Go easy on him," Nym shared a chuckle with Susan. "He's oblivious."

"I know," Susan laughed. "He has no idea."

"No idea about what?" Harry asked.

That made the two of them laugh harder. Harry shook his head and let the two of them talk. They bonded over his obliviousness about something. He tuned them out as he scanned the area. Harry felt rather than saw Hestia follow him as he headed over to Quidditch Supply. He stared lovingly at the broom, wondering how the experience of flying would change.

Would the dragons be able to fly in their mystical form? Could he fly if he had wings? He didn't have a tail either and he was pretty sure that was important.

A small movement in the background caught his attention. There was a practice snitch loose in the store. A few people tried to catch it while the clerk laughed. Harry tracked every little twitch with ease. In fact, it looked like it was moving in slow motion. He could see each flap of the wings.

"Well, fuck," Harry muttered.

"Something wrong?" Hestia asked as she moved closer.

"I think I have to stop playing Quidditch," he grumbled.

"Why?" Hestia raised her eyebrows in question.

"Do you see the snitch?" Harry motioned to the window.

Hestia took a step closer. She stood beside him to see into the store. Her eyes scanned the interior. She noticed the people trying to catch it but couldn't see the snitch more than a blur.

"No," Hestia answered.

"I can," he said.

Harry held up his finger and pointed to the snitch. He easily followed its movements. Hestia gave an appreciative nod after a moment.

"How is that a bad thing?" Hestia asked. "I'm not a quidditch fan. Being able to spot the snitch sounds useful."

"It would be cheating," Harry sighed.

"How?" Hestia asked genuinely perplexed.

"Because I can see it without trying," Harry explained. "It's too much of an advantage over other Seekers. It's not fair to them."

"You should let the officials decide," Hestia patted him on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess," Harry admitted. "I should see if I even like flying anymore before I start to worry."

"Why wouldn't you like flying anymore?" Susan asked as she and Nym walked over.

"Did you not hear about what happened at the end of last year?" Harry asked.

"I've heard rumors," Susan scoffed. "My aunt raised me to listen to the evidence, not hearsay. No one knows what actually happened."

Harry studied her for a moment. Now that he thought about it, she hadn't been among the people who thought he was the Heir in Second Year. During that time, he hadn't had a lot of time to pay attention to everything around him. Finding the Heir and tracking down the Chamber was more important, especially once Hermione had been petrified.

"How about we go somewhere more private to talk? I'll tell you whole story," Harry offered.

"Look at you," Nym mussed his hair. "Asking a girl on a date all on your own."

"It's not a date," Harry rolled his eyes. "Susan has a boyfriend."

"I do?" Susan asked. "Who?"

"Uh," Harry tried to come up with a name. "You don't?"

Susan shook her head.

"But you're gorgeous," Harry blushed once he realized what he had just said.

"See," Nym winked at Susan. "Oblivious."

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Harry looked around the restaurant. It wasn't one he recognized or even thought he had ever seen before. On top of all that, each booth was covered for privacy. The scent of the place was a muddled mess due to the variety of odors from people, their clothing, and various selection of food. For some reason the smell of a beetle was really strong too.

"This place is different," Harry said as the curtain for the booth closed.

"It's for Aurors and Ministry employees," Nym explained. "There are obscuration wards that target anyone without a badge."

"Hm," Harry nodded.

"Yes, very interesting," Susan rolled her eyes. "Now, spill. What happened last year?"

"Let me get this all out before you start asking questions," Harry said before he started. "There will be a lot of questions."

Susan nodded in affirmation. Harry then launched into the tale of third year. Sirius being innocent, Pettigrew alive, Lupin the werewolf, getting bitten, and the aftermath.

"Wait," Susan said as his tale came to an end. "Why would you have basilisk venom and phoenix tears in your blood?"

"The basilisk in second year," Harry stated like it was obvious.

"It was a basilisk?!" Susan stared at him in shock.

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "I thought everyone knew that."

"I'm pretty sure the school would have been closed down if people knew," Susan shifted her gaze from Nym. "Did you know?"

"It was news to me too," Nym said shaking her head. "They said I didn't have enough experience, so I wasn't included in the investigation of recent events at Hogwarts. That didn't stop them from assigning me plenty of paperwork that came from it."

Harry waited for a moment to see if they were being serious. He shook his head when they didn't break into smiles. Harry pinched the bridge of his nose. His faith in Dumbledore had taken a hit lately. It hadn't been a pleasant realization that the Headmaster wasn't exactly good at the job. The old man did have two important jobs on top of Hogwarts. No wonder Professor McGonagall was always so stressed. She was practically running the school, teaching Transfiguration, and the Head of House for Gryffindor. The previous times when the Headmaster wasn't available made a lot more sense now that he thought about it. He'd cut Dumbledore a small amount of slack for now. Though they had removed him as Headmaster. Harry wasn't sure if they took away his other positions too.

"Is there anything else you should tell me?" Susan asked.

"Do you know about First Year?" Harry asked in reply.

"Pretend I don't," Susan said narrowing her eyes. "And tell me more about the basilisk."

Harry launched into the story of his first two years at Hogwarts. He had a sneaking suspicion that she had no idea, judging by the shocked and horrified reaction. Her face went chalk-white when he told her about Voldemort possessing Quirrell. There was a slight return of color when he mentioned the 'Tom Riddle' part of the story.

"Harry," Susan's voice shook. "I need to tell my aunt, now."

"They already did an investigation," Harry motioned to Nym.

"I doubt they knew about V-v-v," Susan took a breath to steady herself. "Voldemort's real name, or origin. They need to know."

"Make sure you mention that Sirius is innocent," Harry said as she gathered her cloak.

"I promise," Susan replied.

She yanked the curtain open and rushed out of the restaurant just in time for the waitress to arrive. Harry cocked his head to the side when the scent of a beetle followed Susan. He didn't think she'd allow a bug to climb over her. She turned to the table with a slight raise of her eyebrows in a quiet question. Nym shook her head. The waitress shrugged in reply, clearly accustomed to strange happenings and quick exits.

"Read to order?" The waitress asked.

~§~

Harry ate four orders of lunch specials meant for an entire table of people. Nym watched in amusement as the waitress came back to clear the plates. Harry covered the bill. He wasn't usually this hungry. Sure, he ate more than he had before the entire dragon thing, but this was more than that.

The only thing that made sense was that it was close to the full moon. If this was how it would go every month then he would need to figure something out. He had heard some Hufflepuffs talking about getting snacks in the kitchen. That was probably the best idea. It was embarrassing enough to have Nym as an audience, he'd be mortified if the entire student body were witness to his bottomless stomach.

"Enjoy yourself?" Nym asked with a little quirk of the lips.

"I think it's the moon," Harry replied with a small blush.

"Any other issues?" Nym asked, the humor in her voice faded a little.

Harry shook his head.

"The noise isn't too much?" Nym asked.

"No," Harry replied with a tired smile. "I adjusted quick enough. The noise and smells just kind of faded once I got used to them. I've never really liked crowds so, that isn't much of a difference. No uncontrollable urges that I notice."

They stopped talking as the waitress came and cleared the table with a flick of her wand. She flashed them a smile when she put the check on the table. Harry reached for his pouch only to be stopped by Nym.

"This is on the Ministry," Nym winked at him.

She pulled a wax stamp from her pocket and pressed it onto the check. The little slip of paper folded up into a little bird and zipped out of sight. Harry was able to track it up until it left through the window. He forced the little pearl of dread down. Hestia was right, he'd let the officials decide if he was still allowed to play Quidditch.

"Ready to go?" Nym asked.

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "The Floo is fun now."

Nym led him deeper into the building. They stepped into another airlock style room with a Floo connection. The door closed once they stepped inside. Nym tossed a bit of powder into the flames. They took turns stepping through. Harry started toward the basement.

"I'm not… right," Harry said slowly as the Moody joined them. "Please lock the door behind me. I was in control last time, but I'd rather be safe."

"Wait a bit," Hestia spoke up. "We need to get some food down there for you."

Frustration began to spark inside of him.

"DOBBY!" Harry tilted his head back and yelled.

The appeared. He cowered in front of Harry. The sight cleared the young wizards' mind in an instant. He knelt to get on eye level with the elf.

"I'm sorry," Harry said softly. "It's nearly the full moon and I'm having a hard time. Please forgive me."

Dobby nodded. The motion was muted compared to his usual.

"Did you hear that I was bitten by a werewolf?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Great Harry Potter was attacked," Dobby replied, a little of his usual tone returning to his voice.

"Yeah," Harry took a deep breath and let it out.

They all stared as a twist of smoke twirled from his mouth.

"I'm going downstairs to the basement," Harry explained. "This doesn't feel like the last time, and I don't want to hurt anyone. Can you please put some good-sized chunks of raw meat around the room?"

Dobby nodded. The elf regained his usual energy now that he was given a task.

"Dobby will do as Harry Potter has asked," Dobby popped away a moment later. The elf reappeared in a matter of seconds. "All done. Plenty of meats around the false forest. Dobby made sure to pay the meat-chopper man for the moos." He shuffled his feet. "Dobby used Harry Potter's gold to pay."

"That's fine, Dobby," Harry closed his eyes and nodded. "I'm really sorry for yelling at you. I'll do better in the future. If I get like this every month then you should stay away from me."

"No," Dobby shook his head. "Dobby will not abandon Great Harry Potter."

"Be careful around me, please," Harry spoke softly.

Harry hurried through the house. He was down the stairs and stripping out of his clothes as quickly as he could. The water was incredibly enticing and felt just as wonderful on his skin. There were a couple of places that seemed hotter than the rest. He ran his fingers along his skin. Three easily identifiable marks were obvious to be the source.

The bitemarks from each of the dragons. He didn't understand what was going on. There wasn't any reason he could think of for them to be tender. Oddly enough, the werewolf bite didn't cause as much of an issue. He had been unconscious, so he couldn't really compare the experiences. A quick look at his body told him that he wasn't being enclosed in another egg.

It was a little after noon, but he could already feel the pull of the moon. Harry leaned back, floating in the water and drifting into a half-conscious state. He closed his eyes, concentrated on his breathing, and let his mind drift. The water muffled the sound around him. His world shrunk down to the water in which he floated.

~§~

He must have fallen asleep at some point, and he was thankful for it. Hours passed as he drifted in the water. He could feel the steam rising from his body as his natural heat. Oddly enough, the call of the moon soothed him as the volume grew.

Harry swam over to the shore as he felt the changes start. A fire blossomed inside of him. It started around his chest, rushing hard through his bones. His skin began to pull taut, bones cracked as they shifted to their new placement. A new sensation enveloped his body. The feathered mane hardened into something like bone. He hunched over, dropping to his hands and knees as wings erupted from his back. Harry closed his eyes tight, breathing through the foreign sensation. The muscles in his lower back cramped briefly as a tail emerged. It was as long as his legs once it finished growing.

He stood up straight. The shift in added weight from the wings balanced out with the new tail. Harry idly ran a clawed finger along the trio of bitemarks. He hadn't expected this to happen when he had been with the dragons. Not that anyone knew what was possible with his situation. For all anyone knew, this was completely natural. Maybe the next full moon would turn him into an actual dragon rather than this hybrid form.

No, that didn't make sense. Not even magic could make something from nothing. Transfiguration required similar mass for transformation. Reading that in first year had given him a headache, but it made sense as the years went on. It was interesting how much science there was in magic.

His mood had greatly improved now that he had changed forms. The spike in hunger made sense now. He had to gather enough fuel for the new parts that had appeared. Harry spent the next hour relearning how to walk. Moving on all-fours was easier and faster, but he preferred to stand upright. It made him feel more like a person. Unfortunately, the basement wasn't big enough to see if he could fly. Each wing was nearly twice the length of his arms. He could imagine they made for excellent gliding. There would probably some magic in the flying process if it was possible. He didn't think the wings were strong enough to lift him into the air on their own.

Now, all he had to do was to come up with something to pass the time. Next month he was going to get a stash of books or something. Maybe he could get a TV hooked up down here. The enchantments might interfere with the electronics too much for it to work. On top of that, where would the plug go?

~§~

Harry woke up the next morning ravenous. He put on his pants, not bothering with the rest of his clothes. The floor was nice and cool on his bare feet. It was just now five in the morning, Hestia and Nym were still asleep, and Moody was propped up in a chair in the living room. The old man wasn't exactly sleeping, but he wasn't really awake. Harry was glad Moody had stayed the night.

Hestia and Nym were Aurors, but he didn't think they would be enough to stop him if things went wrong. Their training sessions constantly pelted him with a variety of spells that should have put down a grown man. Instead, he was able to shrug them off and keep going. Bludgeoning spells were most effective. Stunners, cutters, and more elemental based attacks were annoying more than anything.

"Tea or coffee?" Harry asked as Moody returned to consciousness.

"I'll make my own," Moody grumbled as he entered the kitchen. "Going to try to rip my head off?"

"Nah," Harry chuckled. "I'd go for your good leg. Even you out."

"Bug up your ass died, eh?" Moody shot back.

"I grew wings and a tail last night," Harry said casually.

"Makes sense," Moody nodded. "Your body needed more fuel."

"That's what I thought," Harry replied. "How do you like your eggs?"

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The remaining two days of the Full Moon went much easier. He tried, and failed, repeatedly to try to fly with his new wings, but there just wasn't enough height. The best he could do was some very short gliding. His appetite had increased in general, but not to the point of the first. Harry couldn't say that he was a pleasant ray of sunshine, but he wasn't nearly as grumpy. Even after all of the changes he couldn't understand how ragged Lupin always appeared. Ginger didn't have any visible scars or look half-starved. Was it just something to do with Remus?

His life returned to the previous pattern. Getting pelted with spells by the three Aurors in the guise of training, eating enough to feed a family of four every day, and exercise. Running, aerobics, and a small bit of lifting weights helped him grow accustomed to the changes to his body. Ron was spot on, there was roughly a week and a half to prepare for the Quidditch World Cup.

Harry spent most of his nights in the basement rather than the room provided. Drifting in the water helped him adjust to his enhanced senses. Simply going through daily life was hard when it was close to the Full Moon. The constant tune was a wonderful balm but became a blaring siren on those days. When he was in his human form at least.

He was up early in the morning that the Weasleys were due to come get him. In his life he had faced down dark wizards and monsters of various sorts, but the idea of the Quidditch World Cup terrified him. His trips out into public had been fine. He didn't want to rip any arms off, mount random women, or start hording shiny things. No one knew what to expect from a were-dragon considering he was the first one in recorded history. They loosely applied what they knew about werewolves to try to gauge his possible behaviors.

Still, there were women that caught his eye. Hestia had backed off a bit after seeing him transform into the hybrid form. Nym was still playing aloof but had settled into a 'big sister' role rather than a romantic partner. It made since. They were there to monitor him and potentially detain him if needed. Getting too close to him was a bad idea. No one wanted to think about what would happen if he raged in his other form and what would happen to them if they hesitated. It still sucked though.

In summary, he hadn't gotten laid in a couple of weeks now. His frustration on that side of things probably wasn't all there different than most other guys his age. Contrary to the boasting, the majority of his year mates were still virgins. Those that weren't and did brag usually found their potential conquests steering away from them. Not that it was a big deal. Without the madness that was his life he'd probably only have sex with the woman he planned to marry. He had wondered about the marital details of the magical world but was still too shy to bring it up in conversation. Mate with three dragons with a crowd of people nearby? Perfectly fine. Broach the subject of monogamy and mistresses? Nope.

Harry made breakfast for the others, then made an even bigger portion for himself. Nym was the most understanding of the group. She knew that changing shape required some form of extra mass. Her appetite wasn't as bad, but she still could put away quite a lot. If she didn't then she risked hurting herself or passing out randomly.

He felt the shift in the air before the Floo activated. The Weasleys had been given the password for the day to open the network. Even then, the 'airlock' system activated, closing the door into the house and shutting off the Floor once the connection ended. Harry strolled over to the door and took a look through the view window. Arthur, Ron, and the twins waited on the other side. Thankfully, they had been told what to expect so they weren't upset.

Harry unlocked the door and let them through.

"Harry," Arthur stepped through offering his hand. "It's good to see you."

Harry took it and shook it. Thankfully, he had spent plenty of time relearning his own strength otherwise he would have potentially destroy everything he touched. Even then, Arthur winced a little. There didn't seem to be any real damage, just some discomfort.

"It's good to see you too," Harry smiled.

"Harry," Ron jumped forward, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "How have you been? I've tried to send you letters but they never go through."

"Yeah," Harry sighed. "They don't seem to like me much."

"Is that why Hedwig has taken to staying with Hermione?" Ron asked softly.

Harry nodded.

"They don't come anywhere close to me," Harry gave a fake grin.

"That sucks," Ron squeezed his shoulder gently.

"Yeah, it does," Harry replied.

"Spike!" The twins said in unison.

"Spike?" Harry asked.

"It's your new name," Fred said.
"Like the Marauders," George added.
"You're a dragon, so Spike," Fred finished.

"Ok," Harry chuckled. "Then what are your names?"

"Ged," Fred said.
"Forge," George replied.

"And who else is in the our marry band of tricksters?" Harry asked.

"Uh," the twins drew the word out.

"Me," Ron scoffed.

"Ok," Fred said.
"Fine," George added.

Ron preened.

"What's my name then?" He asked.

"Nibbles?" Fred asked.
"Chomper?" George offered.
"Spoon?" Fred said.
"I know," George said with a big smile. "Webby."

"No," Ron's face went flat.

"Sorry, Webby, you don't get to choose," Harry patted his friend on the shoulder.

Ron's jaw slowly dropped as he stared at the clear betrayal.

"That's four of us," Harry shifted his attention back to the twins. "Doesn't feel right. You two work with Lee, we've got Hermione, and there are a couple of others too."

"Neville," Ron offered.

"Ginny," Harry added.

"Really?" Ron groaned.

"She ran interference last year," Harry replied. "She wasn't as shy around me when I saw her at St. Mungo's."

"Fine," Ron said after a moment. "But I get to give her a name."

"Sure," Harry shrugged.

"Ginger," Ron said happily.

"That's kind of on the nose, isn't it?" Harry asked.

"She'll hate that," Fred chuckled.
"It's perfect," George said wiping a fake tear from his eye.

"So, what do we call our merry band then?" Harry asked. "Calling ourselves the Marauders doesn't feel right. Sirius, Remus, and my dad were Marauders, not us."

"What?" The twins said in unison.

"What?" Harry replied.

"Your dad," Fred started.
"Sirius Black," George added.
"And Professor Lupin were the Marauders?" Fred finished.

"I thought I told you," Harry said absently.

"You most certainly did not," Fred groaned.
"Ron did spill about Sirius being innocent," George tacked on.

"Thanks for that," Harry flashed his friend a heartfelt smile.

"Of course," Ron replied trying, and failing, to hide a blush. "Our name?"

"The Prowlers," Fred offered.
"The Raiders," George said.
"The Bandits," Fred continued.

"Those are just other versions of Marauder," Harry said flatly.

"What do you suggest, Spikey?" George asked with a broad smile.

"Artful Dodgers?" Harry suggested.

"It's obvious," Fred said.
"Kind of pointless," George added.
"And short," Fred said.
"I love it," they said in unison.

"Do you know where it's from?" Harry asked.

"Oliver Twist," Fred replied rolling his eyes.
"Charles Dickens was a half-blood," George added.

"I can't tell if you're joking or not," Harry said studying at the two.

"Honest," Fred said.
"Why else would we read it?" George asked.

Harry listened closely as they spoke. It wasn't easy, but he could hear their heartbeats. The trick was practically impossible when there were more people in the room. Oddly enough, their heart rate didn't fluctuate. Either they were telling the truth, or they were really good liars. That didn't help considering it was them.

"I'll just ask Hermione," Harry grumbled.

Arthur had slipped away into the house during the conversation. He returned with Harry's trunk with Nym and Hestia behind him. The two Aurors were dressed in casual clothes, and each carried a small bag.

"What are you two doing?" Ron asked.

"We're coming along," Nym answered.

"Harry has been doing fine on public outings, but it's better to be safe," Hestia clarified. "Normal people freak out in crowds this huge. We don't want something to set him off."

Ron started to say something to defend his friend. Harry patted his shoulder.

"Nothing will happen," Harry said. "Still, I'd feel better with them there."

"Fine," Ron grumbled. "I trust you, Harry."

"Us too," the twins said.

"We trusted Remus too," Harry countered.

"To be fair," Ron said. "It was Hermione who trusted him. You and I wanted to get out of there."

"I'll be sure to tell her that," Nym said.

Ron's face went white.

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"You have wings?" Ron asked as they waited for their turn to step through the floo.

"And a tail," Harry added. "I think I eat more than you do now."

"Wow," Ron whispered, then he realized what had been said. "Hey!"

Harry gave him a broad smile. Ron opened his mouth to say something but closed it. A smile that Harry didn't like appeared on his face.

"Why are you smiling?" Harry asked.

"No reason," Ron replied turning to face the fireplace.

Harry didn't need to listen to his heartbeat to know Ron was lying. He narrowed his eyes, studying his friend.

"You'll find out soon enough," Ron answered.

Ron dashed forward, brushing passed Nym and Hestia to jump into the Floo.

"Hey!" Nym yelled.

She got a brief, mad cackle in reply before Ron disappeared.

"What was that about?" Nym asked Harry.

"I don't know," he replied trying to think of something.

Why would Ron smile like that? His eyes widened. The last time Harry had been at the Burrow he had tried to breed Molly. The color drained from his face. He had completely forgotten all about that in the mess of things. Was she pregnant? She wouldn't announce that Harry was the father. Would she? There had to be some sort of magic that could make the kid have red hair. A heavy dread settled on his shoulders as he took another step closer to the Floo.

All too soon it was his turn to go through the Floo. Harry braced himself and stepped through. The assembled Weasley family waited for him. Thankfully, Molly didn't appear pregnant. His brief moment of relief was smashed as Charlie rushed him. The dragon tamer was speaking so fast that Harry couldn't understand him. Ron grinned like a bastard in the background.

He hadn't felt the urge to mount Molly when he first saw her. Neither of the Weasley parents said anything about the previous encounter. It was to the point that he thought maybe he had imagined it. At least until Molly gave him a quick motion to her tummy and shook her head.

He had successfully mated with the three dragons. Perhaps he wasn't compatible with humans anymore? That was something to think about at a later time. His mere existence was unheard of. As a result, everyone was flying blind.

If the information that Ron had purposely held back was simply that Charlie would be there then this was a much better surprise than he had expected. He also noticed Hermione lurking in the background. Her eyes jerked away from him when he caught her looking. That would need to be addressed.

"Charlie," Harry snapped. "Take a breath. I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Ever since your visit the dragons haven't changed back," Charlie said, his words still coming out fast. " They've adjusted to their hybrid forms faster than expected. All three of them can speak English. We've learned so much about Dragons in the last few weeks than we have in years. And then the strangest thing happened on the full moon."

Harry felt a chill run down his spine.

"What happened?" Harry asked softly.

"All three enclosures were covered in this golden shell," Charlie explained. "It vanished once the full moon passed. The unfertilized eggs had vanished and the clutch after your visit shrunk."

"Shrunk?" Harry squeaked.

"Their size matches up with that of a developing human baby," Charlie practically yelled. "These will be the first clutches in recorded history that will hatch from a hybrid form."

"But, the babies are fine, right?" Harry asked.

"They are growing at the normal rate of dragon eggs," Charlie reassured him. "If they keep to that timeframe then they'll hatch in about a year. We've improved their enclosures to be more comfortable for the longer stay. They don't like being indoors for too long, so we've used magical barriers for a roof rather than closing them off. You're coming to visit soon, right?"

"Of course," Harry replied easily. "I would have visited before, but they wanted to make sure I wasn't going to go wild in public."

"Did you?" Charlie asked.

"No," Harry answered flatly.

Charlie nodded. He suddenly realized they weren't alone in the room. His eyes brightened when he saw the two Aurors.

"Tonks! Hestia!" Charlie called. "What are you doing here?"

"Long time no see, Charlie," Nym rolled her eyes. "We're the Aurors assigned to the menace here."

Harry took the distraction as a chance to step away. He was grateful for the news, but he was pretty sure that Charlie would monopolize his every moment if he could. Staying inside the Burrow was easy now that he had time to adjust to everything. He found Hermione hiding in Ginny's room. She was pretending to read a book. Ginny slid out of the room once he stepped inside. He ignored the fact that the door didn't close completely.

"The twins said that Charles Dickens was a half-blood," Harry said to break the silence. "Is that true?"

The tension in her shoulders eased.

"Yeah," Hermione replied with a nod. "He chose to live as a Muggle. There wasn't much of a difference between Victorian England and the Magical world at the time."

"Things haven't progressed much at all since then," Harry chuckled. "Seriously, quills? What's wrong with a fountain pen, or a ballpoint? It's been years and I'm still not used to using them."

"They aren't that bad," Hermione smiled at him.

Harry lifted his eyebrows at her in reply. She laughed.

"Are we going to talk about this?" Harry said motioning between the two of them.

"Do we have to?" Hermione asked with a nervous smile.

"It would be nice if you didn't flee every time we're in the same room," Harry said.

"I didn't flee!" Hermione pouted.

Harry just stared at her.

"Fine," Hermione sighed. "I was worried about you. Really worried. I love you, Harry. But it wasn't until we kissed that I realized that it's not love-love."

"I love you too, Hermione," Harry replied. "I get it. Love-love not love-love."

"Exactly," Hermione let out a relieved breath. "You're like my brother."

"Kinky," Harry wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Hermione tossed a pillow at him. He laughed as he easily dodged it. Ginny gave him a subtle thumbs-up as he left. Ron and the twins waited for him, clearly not having just nearly been caught eavesdropping.

~§~

Harry decided that he did not like travelling via Port Key. The changes to his body had made the Floo easier to use, but that didn't help with the strange spinning sensation. It also didn't help that he found himself in the middle of a pile of dizzy Weasleys. Though, he was pretty sure Ginny purposely landed on him considering her tight ass just happened to rub against his crotch.

The little look she flashed him made him let out a little rumble in his chest. It wasn't loud enough for people to hear it. Pressed against him as she was, Ginny definitely felt it. He hoped that it would be enough to remind her that he wasn't exactly human anymore. Maybe that would get her to keep her distance. Ginny nibbled her bottom lip at the feeling showing him that his efforts were clearly wasted.

They got up and dusted themselves off. Arthur, Cedric, and Amos strolled through the air like they were taking an evening walk. It was kind of funny to see the tense looks Amos kept giving him. Harry being bitten by a werewolf had made national news. The details of him being more dragon than wolf was not known to the public. Still, people were uneasy around him. The caution was easier to handle than the unwanted celebrity. At least people gave him space now.

Harry shook his head when he finally turned his attention to the campground around him. Subtle was not a word that the magical world understood. Small castles, wizard towers, and a smattering of other structures that clearly weren't tents filled the area.

Nym winced beside him.

"I am so glad I'm on protection detail," she muttered.

Harry followed her gaze to see a haggard Auror chasing after a group of broom-riding wizards. Similar scenes played out around them. The Aurors looked like they needed a break, a stiff drink, and a hot bath. Probably all three, repeatedly.

They made their way through the crowd with Arthur leading the way. Harry helped set the tents up, not that he had much experience with camping, but he was better at putting things together. The twins could have helped. Instead, they got distracted by the various enchantments on the tent and then even more-so by everything all around.

Harry stepped inside the tent once it was assembled. It was easily he size of the bottom floor of the Dursley's house. The furniture was a little worn and the air was stale, but it was better than he expected. If he was still living with the Dursley's he would have bought one of these and set it up in his room. He could have been living easy judging by the various different versions dotted around the campground.

Ron, Hermione, and Ginny led him out back into the crowd. They saw some classmates, were introduced to their family members, and bought a couple of interesting trinkets. No one seemed to mind Harry had been bitten by a werewolf. The fact that he didn't look any different, aside from the lack of glasses, helped them dismiss the idea. They had heard rumors about Harry for years. Meeting him had dispelled the myths about him being trained by the ghost of Merlin, slayed a basilisk in his second year, lived in a castle bigger than Hogwarts, and killed Professor Quirrell. His being a werewolf was just another in a long line of stupid stories that were clearly lies.

Being around so many people didn't bother him. He adjusted to the myriad of scents and sounds easily enough. The main issue he was having was the variety of food available. His increased appetite made him want to stop by every vendor to eat something. Even Ron bowed out after the fourth stop. The amount of fuel needed to keep his body happy was borderline ridiculous.

Harry had thought that magic obeyed the laws of science. He had been wrong. Having equivalent material helped ease the process of transfiguration, but it was not bound by it. That was why transfiguration started with size-similar objects. It helped with visualization. However, a coin could be turned into a chair. Magic made up for the lack of material. It took a long talk with Nym for him to wrap his head around it considering their previous conversation seemed to contradict everything. She told him to ask McGonagall if he wanted to know the details.

Time flew. Before he knew it, they were heading up to their seats. Harry had never been bothered by heights. Being on a broom meant that he had to look down quite a lot. Now, it almost felt like home. As much as he loved the 'pond' in the basement, this just felt right. He wondered how it would feel to glide on the air currents with his wings outstretched.

It was a shame he couldn't transform at will. Maybe he would be able to in the future. Though he hadn't heard of werewolves that could. He didn't think anyone had thought he could turn into a hybrid form like he had on his first outing. It was something he would need to work on in private, not in a crowded international event.

Harry stopped when he saw a House Elf shaking in fright. Even stranger, there was something about the seat next to her that tickled at the edge of his mind. He couldn't place it, just that it was familiar.

"Excuse me," Harry said to the elf.

She jumped, her hands clutched the arms of the seat even harder.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Winky be not liking heights," the elf replied, her voice quivered.

"Then why are you here?" Harry asked.

"Master said to sit here, Winky will sit here," the elf replied with a bit of stability returning to her voice.

"Why not that seat?" Harry motioned to the open one that wasn't as close to the edge of the box.

"Master said to sit here," the elf repeated.

Harry shrugged. He turned to rejoin the others when something caught the edge of his vision. A wisp in the air that he had seen dozens of times. It was the edge of an invisibility cloak. Whoever was sitting in that seat didn't want to be seen and was perfectly fine torturing their house elf to take the attention.

He could understand not wanting to be seen. Being a celebrity wasn't something he asked for. Still, he wouldn't torture somehow just to make people overlook him. It wasn't right. Harry didn't know how people usually treated their House Elves. He only knew Dobby, who had been abused. If this person treated their house elf, Winky, she had called herself, the same then they were just as horrible as the Malfoys.

Almost like fate was laughing at him, the Malfoys arrived in the VIP box. Minister Fudge was happily introducing everyone, slowly making his way over to Harry. The added annoyance made the choice easy. Fudge was a couple of steps away when Harry 'tripped'. His hand reached out for stability, straight for the empty seat to avoid hitting anyone. Winky squeaked in shock as Harry 'accidentally' pulled the invisibility cloak off of the man sitting there.

The entire box froze as the man was exposed. Harry didn't know why, until someone let out a scream. He hopped back, blocking whoever this man was from his friends. The wizard didn't make it far before Nym and Hestia hit him with stunners.

"Who is that?" Harry asked as Nym bound him.

"Barty Crouch Junior," Nym glared at the unconscious wizard. "Convicted Death Eater that is supposed to be dead."

A severe looking wizard rushed over to where Nym and Hestia were standing over the unconscious Death Eater.

"Barty," Minister Fudge stared at the man. "Care to explain?"

Harry hadn't heard much about Fudge. His previous experience with the man was a short meeting last summer. Still, the authoritative tone of his voice sounded forced. A quick glance at the people around told Harry that it was probably more to save face than anything.

"Doesn't matter," Nym said. "Mister Crouch, you and your son are under arrest."

The two Aurors hit Crouch Senior with a stunner as well. Nym pressed the tip of her wand into the center of her badge that previously had been hidden. She and the two wizards disappeared before anyone could say something more.

"Emergency Port Key," Hestia said before he could ask. "Auror Badges have them."

"Neat," Harry whispered.

"You did that on purpose," Hestia spoke in a low tone.

"I saw the edge of the invisibility cloak," Harry replied.

The mood in the VIP box slowly returned to normal after a few minutes. Fudge was busy trying to explain to the Bulgarian Minister what had happened. The other man didn't appear to understand a word that was being said. From what Harry could hear, Fudge was spinning the situation to be a sting operation to root out corruption in the Ministry rather than random happenstance.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at the look on Lucius Malfoys face. The man was paler than usual, which was impressive. Malfoy schooled his face into his usual haughty-mask as he took his seat. The blonde woman, who Harry assumed was Misses Malfoy, took a spot beside him. She guided Draco away from the others, which meant the usual encounter was cut short.

The crowd was starting to get loud with the delay. No one wanted to announce a Death Eater had been captured, or that a high-ranking Ministry official had been arrested as well. To everyone else, it simply meant more waiting.

Ludo Bagman came to rescue, stepping up to introduce the teams. His voice went loopy when the Bulgarian mascots entered the stadium. Harry watched as the men, and a few women, around him started to act strange. He snagged Ron by the collar of his shirt before he could jump out into open air.

"What is going on?" Harry muttered.

"Veela," Hermione replied with a sigh.

Harry turned his attention to the coordinated group of winged women. He had to admit they were incredibly attractive. The wind shifted, bringing their scent toward him. Harry felt a hunger similar to the one he experienced in Hogsmeade. He could feel a tingle along his skin as scales started to form along his arms. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and focused on remaining calm.

He gritted his teeth as the tantalizing smell grew stronger. Whatever effect they had was increasing. The heat in his body was being stoked by an outside force.

"Harry," Hermione yelled. "Help."

Harry opened his eyes to see Hermione and Ginny desperately trying to restrain the Weasley men. He rushed forward, his enhanced strength easily moving the group away from the edge. The reason for their sudden bought of unusual behavior made itself known when he turned back to check on Hermione and Ginny. A trio of the Veela hovered just outside the VIP Box railing. They giggled and waved at Harry. One even gave a little wiggle of her tail feathers before flying away.

§What was that about?§ Harry growled.

"Harry," Hestia's voice was hard and had an edge to it.

He cocked his head to the side to look at her. A shimmer caught the edge of his vision. His hand was covered in black scales.

"How bad is it?" Harry asked forcing himself to speak English.

"Not as bad as last time," Hestia replied. "Do we need to leave?"

"No," Harry took another moment to center himself. "I wasn't expecting that."

The tingle along his skin faded as the scales faded away.

"Well," Hermione came to stand beside him. "This has been interesting."

"Yeah," he replied letting out a breath. "Let's hope that was the last of it."

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The Veela mascots were professional enough to get back to their jobs. Harry may have enjoyed the attention more than he had let on, but that didn't mean he wanted to miss the game. Also, he was certain that everyone else in the box would be annoyed too. Once they woke up from their stupor.

He was able to spot the Snitch the moment the match started. It took more willpower than he expected to stop himself from trying to chase it. The urge must have been some unexpected side-effect from his condition. He hadn't felt like this when he had seen the Snitch in the shop. Harry chalked it up to the excitement from the game rather than anything too major.

The game was amazing. Harry had always thought himself to be good at Quidditch. Enough people had told him. His win-lose records said so as well. The Pro's were an entirely different league, pardon the pun. Even with his enhanced sense he wasn't sure he'd be able to catch the Snitch before the Seekers. It was a wake-up call as well as good news. Quidditch was more important to him than he thought. Flying was amazing, but being part of a team, the competition, and the thrill of the chase was top-notch.

Harry was just another face in the crowd for about an hour after the game. He celebrated with Ron and the Weasleys, tried to sing some songs with other fans even though he didn't know the words, and bought a couple victory snacks for the crew. Even Hermione, who didn't care all that much about Quidditch, was swept away by the feeling in the air.

Of course, someone had to go and mess it up.

Harry stopped laughing when the sound outside the tent changed. A moment ago, people had been laughing and cheering. It had been replaced by screams. The scent of fear was thick in the air.

"Boys," Arthur burst into the tent. "Take the girls and get to the woods. Death Eaters are attacking."

Everyone froze at the words.

"Death Eaters?" Ginny gasped.

"Here?" Hermione spoke at the same time.

"Let's go," Ron said as he put his shoes back on.

Harry didn't wait for the others. He burst out from the tent and started to run toward the sounds. The sound of spellcasting and screams grew louder as he moved. It wasn't until the Death Eaters were in his view that he realized a few important things. One, they were torturing a group of muggles. Two, the chaos of everyone running away was making the situation worse. Third, and finally, he didn't have a wand anymore. His training with Nym, Hestia, and Moody had been about adjusting to the changes his body had gone through. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't used a wand more than a few times since he had been bitten.

This really wasn’t the time to have such realizations. He stood alone in the middle of the path. The fires around him backlit his form and made him stand out even more. Time seemed to stop as the Death Eaters set their eyes on him. The one holding the muggles in the air dropped them with a dismissive wave of their wand.

All ten Death Eaters were focused on him. Running away never crossed his mind. He might not have a wand, but that didn't mean he was helpless.

Harry roared as he leaped toward them. Spells crackled through the air as he soared at them. He used one of the Death Eaters to break his fall, then burst forward. The next cloaked wizard received a shoulder-tackle. Harry snapped out his hand, clutching the front of their robes before they could fall out of reach. He yanked the Death Eater back towards him and met the mask with a headbutt. His horns easily shattered it.

A spell slammed into his back, right between his wings. He recognized the tingle, a reasonably powerful cutting curse. The magic fizzled away on his scales. Harry twisted, using the Death Eater with the shattered mask as a shield. The wizard instantly turned into a corpse as their fellows kept casting.

Harry tossed the tattered body at the Death Eater that had broken his fall. The wizard went back down to the ground and didn't move to get up again. Either they were dead, or decided they didn't want to fight anymore. His tail lashed out, knocking the feet out from a Death Eater that was trying to sneak up on him.

He jumped back, touching down briefly, only to launch back into the air. His wings extended to their full width to slow his descent. He took a deep breath, felt the heat build, and let out a torrent of flame on the Death Eaters. To their credit, their robes valiantly tried to resist his fire. While they may have worked fine against the usual magical flames they weren't meant to withstand dragon fire.

The lucky few that hadn't been caught in the fire took it as a sign to retreat. Harry tucked his wings and dropped to the ground. He wasn't going to let them get away. The burning Death Eaters desperately tried to strip away their robes once they realized the flames were burning through the enchanted fabric.

He didn't pay them any further attention. They had been marked and he could track them down later. His attention was on those who were running. The area was too crowded to catch their scent which meant he needed some way to physically mark them to track.

His progress stopped as he met a wall of witches and wizards watching the scene in fear. More importantly, he could see a couple of Death Eater masks had been discarded. The bastards had taken the chance to hide in the crowd. Harry had to hope that someone had recognized them.

"Harry!" A familiar voice called to him.

He turned to see Nym and Moody pointing their wands at him. While annoying, he was happy to see that the Death Eaters had been captured before the Aurors approached him.

§Nym?§ Harry asked. §What's wrong? Was anyone hurt? Are the muggles ok?§

"Harry," there was a tension in her voice as she slowly approached him. "Look at your hands."

Harry rolled his eyes but did as asked. He held up his scale-covered hand and wiggled his clawed fingers.

§Oh.§ Harry looked down at the rest of his body.

His clothing had been torn to shred. The only thing stopping him from being completely nude was the accidental loin-cloth made provided by the remains of his shirt. Further inspection was halted as a cluster of Aurors popped in around him.

A tall, fit witch with red hair appeared next to Nym. Harry felt a little rumble in his chest as he took in her form. She gave of the vibe similar to Moody. His instincts told him that she was not someone to make an enemy.

"Auror Tonks," the woman didn't take her eyes off of Harry. "If I recall, it isn't the full moon. Care to explain?"

"Well, Boss, Death Eaters attacked," Nym motioned to the smoldering wizards who were now restrained. "Mister Potter, defended everyone from them."

"Mister Potter," the woman addressed him. "Are you able to provide a statement?"

§Do you have someone that can speak Parseltongue?§ Harry asked.

The redhead took a breath and let it out.

"Gather the suspects," the witch ordered. "Mister Potter, will you come willingly?"

Harry nodded.

"I don't suppose you know how to change back?" She asked.

Harry shrugged.

"Of course," she pinched the bridge of her nose. "Auror Tonks, escort Mister Potter to the office."

"Yes, boss," Nym nodded.

She put on a brave front as she approached Harry. Nym held out her hand for him to take.

"Port Key," Nym motioned to her badge with her free hand.

Harry nodded. He gently took her hand and waited for her to tighten her grip. The training had been focused on his human form. He didn't trust his control in this shape. Nym squeezed his hand as the Port Key activated.

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Harry spent the night, and the next day locked in the basement park. He was under no illusion that he was essentially being held prisoner. This was the second time he had lost control of himself twice now. Granted, both times weren't normal events. Thankfully, the stories coming out of the World Cup were a wild jumble. The official story was that there was a small riot that was handled by the Aurors. Complete crap, but he was glad that his transformation wasn't the headline. In fact, his name wasn't mentioned at all. He was fine with the Aurors getting the credit. Hiding the Death Eater attack as a riot was annoying.

He could smell two Aurors that he didn't recognize mingled in with Nym, Hestia, and Moody. Their voices were muffled so he couldn't hear what they were saying. He couldn't feel any sort of magic on the door which he took to mean that they weren't yelling. Keeping track of the various scents was easier than their voices. The door was too thick to hear what they were actually saying. He hadn't realized it was reinforced until now. It did make sense.

There was a growing pit of dread in his stomach. They could expel him from Hogwarts, and he wouldn't blame them. He had been fine during the World Cup until the attack. Obviously, that was what kicked off the transformation. Being surrounded by people, the noise, and the other near-human creatures didn't make him uncomfortable in the least. He should be fine at Hogwarts as long as there weren't any dangerous encounters.

"I'm doomed," Harry muttered.

If he couldn't control these transformations then there wasn't a point in letting him out of here at all. Had these been on the Full Moon, or close to it, then maybe they could give him a pass. That wasn't the case. It was two weeks until the Full Moon. His only saving grace was that he had been protecting people and hadn't attacked any Aurors or bystanders.

It wasn't until the next morning when they unlocked the door. He hopped to his feet. They had brought down some fresh clothes for him shortly after he had returned fully to his human form. Nym, Hestia, and Moody led the squad. The lady Nym had called 'boss' and three more Aurors that he didn't recognize followed them down the stairs. He had paid enough attention to recognize Amelia Bones. It had nothing to do with the fact that she looked like a MILF version of Susan.

They spread out in a half-circle once they were in the basement. A couple of the Aurors looked around the room clearly impressed with the park. There was something else that tickled the edge of his senses. Another person was upstairs that hadn't joined them yet. The scent told him it was a woman. He just couldn't figure out what was different about her.

"Mister Potter," Amelia Bones greeted him. "You've put us in quite a predicament."

Harry nodded.

"No one identified you as the creature that defended the people from the Death Eaters," Amelia continued. "Those that do claim to have seen you are being drowned out by wilder tales."

Harry didn't miss how she called the 'rioters' for what they were.

"You saved a lot of lives," Amelia sighed. "You also facilitated the capture of a dangerous criminal and exposing a corrupt high ranking Ministry official."

It was good they were acknowledging the good points. Still, it felt like the other shoe was about to drop.

"However," Amelia's voice was calm and even. "We have agreed that until you can control your transformations fully, you will be unable to attend Hogwarts. Private lessons will be provided until you're able to return."

Harry felt his throat go dry. They weren't kicking him out, not technically. He just had to learn control which was not a bad thing.

"How am I going to learn control?" Harry asked.

"We've brought in a consultant that might be able to help," Amelia explained. "There is a mental magic called Occlumency. It protects your mind from outside influence and strengthens control on emotions. There is a tutor upstairs that will start your lessons."

"Thank you," Harry said with a small smile.

Amelia nodded in reply.

"You're on lockdown for another week," Amelia continued. "There are some egos to sooth. After that, you'll be able to leave as long as you have an Auror with you."

"Understood," Harry grumbled.

Amelia motioned to one of the unknown Aurors. They went upstairs and returned a moment later with a regal woman with long black hair. This was the woman who didn't smell right. She was dressed in a light blue dress that draped her shoulders and seemed to flow with her every step. The way the low light played along the fabric, which had to be some sort of silk, did wonders at hiding the fact that she wasn't breathing.

"Harry Potter," Amelia stepped up to stand between them. "Lady Amelia Tolna."

There was a tension in the room, not from the two being introduced, but everyone else. It was unsettling at first. She didn't feel right, like she both was and wasn't there. Her scent was bothering him too. Annoying in the case that he couldn't place it. Most people didn't put too much faith in his intelligence. Being friends with Hermione made it easy for people to overlook his academic standing. If he did well then obviously the Brightest Witch of Her Age had helped him.

Harry wasn't an idiot. This woman didn't smell right, she didn't feel right, and she wasn't breathing, even though she hid it very well. After failing to realize Remus Lupin was a werewolf last year, he had been more observant of people. His enhanced senses helped. There were a couple of human-adjacent magical creatures that he thought could fit. A ghoul but they weren't supposed to be intelligent enough to pass as a human. A mummy, which would be pretty awesome, but did make him question if they were real. Why would the let the goblins raid tombs? The only thing that made sense was a vampire.

"Well done," Amelia, the one with black hair, said.

He furrowed his brow.

"No," she smiled, flashing just a bit of fang. "I didn't read your mind. Your face is quite telling."

She had the slightest hint of an accent. Her smile hadn't been threatening, simply amusement. Harry realized now why everyone was so tense. How would he react to being in close proximity to a vampire? In truth, aside from the mild annoyance of trying to figure out what she was, he was fine. They had just introduced two apex predators and were waiting for the fallout.

Apex predator, that was a good classification for him now. He wasn't threatened by her being here. Sure, they were both deadly creatures that looked human, but their prey didn't conflict with the others. He wasn't sure that her fangs could pierce his skin. Regardless, she drank blood, he ate meat. They could share hunting grounds without an issue.

"Nice to meet you," Harry offered his hand.

She took it. On instinct, he kissed her knuckles. The regal aura she put out made it feel completely normal. He took a couple of steps back to give her a respectable amount of space.

"It is nice to meet you too," the vampire replied. "I will teach you how to control your urges."

Nym tried to hide a snort of laughter as a cough. No one was fooled.

"We'll let you two get to know each other," Amelia Bones stated. "Lady Tolna. Please let my Aurors know if you need anything or if you require blood."

"Thank you, Madam Bones," the vampire said. "Eldars don't need to feed nearly as often."

Amelia Bones nodded. The Aurors left the two of them to speak in peace. His new tutor had an amused grin on her face as they tried to leave without taking their eyes off her. They moved in shifts to allow at least two Aurors to watch her at the same time. She let out a melodic laugh once the door closed.

"You would think they didn't trust me," Amelia sighed dramatically. "Now, Mister Potter."

Harry gave her his full attention.

"Think fast," Amelia launched herself at him.

The beautiful woman transformed into a monster in front of his eyes. In the time it took for her to cross the small space between them she had gone from a normal human to a creature with pale, leathery skin, and now had an impressive set of claws. The only thing that hadn't changed about her was her long, black hair. Her jaws snapped, flashing her fangs which had grown, as she barely missed chomping down on his throat.

Harry jumped back, he grabbed a handful of her hair and wrenched her head to the side. She stumbled a couple of steps to the side. It gave him just enough time to get some more distance. He braced himself as she rushed him. She moved so fast that a normal person wouldn't have been able to see her. Fortunately, Harry wasn't normal. He dashed forward to intercept her. His hand darted out, grabbing her face with his palm pressed against her nose, and pushed hard. The sudden change yanked her backward and he drove down to the ground.

"What are you doing?" Harry growled.

Amelia transformed back into her human form. Her dress had vanished at some point during the short scuffle leaving her naked on the floor. Harry yanked his hand away as he felt something wet touch his palm.

"You licked me," Harry scrunched his brow as he stared at her.

"You weren't letting go," she shrugged causing her amazing breasts to bounce ever so subtly.

Harry forced himself to look her in the eyes.

"Why did you attack me?" Harry asked.

"Stress test," Amelia strutted over to where her dress had fallen. She took her time getting dressed once more. Her body was on display as she slowly raised her arms over her head and slipped the silk clothing on. "You transformed the other night during an attack. Before that, you changed when exposed to your three dragons."

"They aren't my dragons," Harry rolled his eyes.

"I am sure they aren't," Amelia teased. "I wanted to check if it was simply stress that brought on your change. Do you feel anything but human?"

Harry patted himself down. His clothes didn't have any rips and was speaking English. He shrugged.

"Stress plays a factor," Amelia began to pace. "Your heartbeat is slightly elevated. Not enough considering a vampire just attacked you."

"I've seen worse," Harry shrugged.

Amelia let out a laugh that tinkles like crystals in the wind.

"That night," she said. "What were you feeling?"

"Anger," Harry admitted. "More than that. Rage. I wanted to stop them. Hurt them. I wanted them afraid like they had made people."

"Good," Amelia nodded. "Can you make yourself feel it again? That rage?"

Harry didn't want to answer. He couldn't imagine admitting the truth. His anger, rage, in truth, his hatred was always there simmering under his skin. How could he? If he acknowledged it, then he'd have to face the many, many reasons why. He would have to admit that he wanted to torture the Dursley's once he found out he had magic. The Boy Who Lived shouldn't thick such thoughts. He shouldn't want to toss Draco out of the Hogwarts Express or smack that sneer off of Snape's face. Not to mention the multiple nights he cursed Dumbledore's name for leaving him with the Dursley's.

"Yes," Harry answered flatly.

"Ah," Amelia nodded. "Have you been taught how to tap into your emotions for your spell-work?"

"I learned the Patronus charm last year," Harry replied.

"Good," Amelia said. "That gives us somewhere to start. Now comes the fun part."

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"Finding the right emotion," Amelia flashed a wicked smile at him.

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"Wotcher," Tonks said with a smile once the other Aurors had left.

Hestia and Moody had stayed behind. They had decided that keeping the same people around would be best to prevent further issues. The gnarled old Auror had his wand out the entire time. Harry understood, but it was a little disheartening. It was a point in his favor that most people didn't know that he was the monster that appeared at the World Cup worked in his favor. He was under no illusions that he would have probably been in Azkaban or worse if he wasn't The Boy Who Lived.

"Hi," Harry returned the smile.

"You've got your scaly side under control?" She asked.

"Want to see?" Harry asked.

"Go for it," Tonks nodded.

Harry concentrated on only transforming a portion of his body. He was getting tired of ruining his clothes. Enchantments to adjust the size and repair tears had their limits. It was a good thing he had plenty of money to fund research for a suitable option. There was a market selling the final product that he planned to release for those who needed it.

He slipped off his shirt and quickly popped out his wings.

"Nice," Tonks cackled. "This is the best I can do."

She turned around to show a set of small batwings on her back.

"I can never get the structure right," she muttered.

Harry willed his wings away, which was the weirdest part. There was just enough magic in the transformation so he couldn't figure out where they went. It would have been amazing if there was a bit more to prevent ruining every set of clothing he had.

"What about that half-way version?" Tonks asked.

"It's a little tricky," Harry replied.

Harry concentrated again. The change was noticeable, but not as drastic. Scales spread along his body aside from his face and a portion of his torso. His teeth sharpened but still fit right in his mouth. Unlike last time he used this form, he had wings and a tail. He didn't know if it was the fact that the transformation was controlled or if it had to do with the addition of the bites from the dragons.

He didn't know if he believed Amelia that he was an actual dragon rather than a were-creature. If he was a true dragon, why was he still mostly human-sized? Was he a new species of dragon? Why was he able to change forms? Charlie had said that shapeshifting dragons had been written off as a myth. Harry would leave it up to scholars to decide.

"You're not going go feral again, are you?" Moody asked.

"I don't think so," Harry replied with a weak smile. "I didn't think I was going to before."

Hestia had only just entered the room. He could smell the edge of fear rolling off of her. That hurt more than he had expected. He was under no illusions that their little tryst had been the start to a long-term relationship, but he hoped they could at least be friendly. She had taken some distance after the encounter with the dragons. It probably would have been worse if that had resulted in a fight.

Though that thought did make him wonder about something.

"Did I kill all of them?" Harry asked.

"Four died, one was sent to St. Mungo's, and three got away," Moody answered. "Not bad work."

Harry gave a single, dry snort in reply. They were Death Eaters. Still, he thought that he should feel bad about taking a life. They were the first people he had intentionally killed. He hadn't meant to kill Quirrell, it just kind of happened. It helped ease his conscience that it had been in defense of others. He wondered if the lack of reaction was partially due to no longer being human.

"Who were they?" Harry asked.

"Didn't get any of the important ones," Moody muttered.

"Should I feel bad?" Harry asked after a moment.

"Yes," Hestia said.
"I don't know," Tonks said at the same time.
"Not with them," Moody as spoke with the others.

"Thanks," Harry rolled his eyes.

"As the only other person in the room that has killed someone," Moody growled at Hestia. "I'll tell you this. There is a difference killing some poor sod and fighting for your life. They would have happily killed you and many more if you hadn't stopped them. You did a good job."

"Thank you," Harry said after a moment.

"With that out of the way," Tonks said with forced cheer. "Ready to test your resolve?"

"Sure," Harry replied. "What's the test?"

"We're going to go check on your baby-mamas," Tonks replied with a broad smile.

"It's been a while since I've seen your mom," Harry said with a thoughtful nod.

Hestia's jaw dropped. Tonks cackled. Moody grumbled something under his breath.

"Please," Tonks rolled her eyes. "She's out of your league."

"Let's go," Moody barked. "There's a squad of Aurors waiting for us at Hogwarts."

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Harry stepped out of the Floo to find himself in Headmistress McGonagall's office. The professor smiled warmly at him as she saw him.

"Mister Potter," she greeted him. "It is good to see you healthy."

"Thank you, professor," Harry returned her smile. "It's nice to see you too."

"Wotcher, McGonagall," Tonks said as she appeared from the flames.

"Miss Tonks," McGonagall didn't smile, but the corner of her mouth twitched in the way when amused.

"Minerva," Moody nodded as he joined the group.

Only Hestia stayed quiet. She had kept her distance since his house arrest had been lifted. He hadn't planned to talk to her unless she approached him first. It was a sore subject, but he did his best to pretend she wasn't there.

"The Handlers have arranged a cozy area for all three dragons," McGonagall explained as she led them through the castle.

"For each?" Harry asked.

"No," she replied. "The three prefer to be together."

Charlie Weasley waited for them directly outside. A brief flash of disappointment flashed across his face when he saw Harry in human form. The ginger pulled himself together and flashed him with a smile.

"Harry," he said, his energy from the previous meeting came back in a moment. "The research into dragon habitats, social mechanics, and nesting habits have taken massive leaps in progress."

"That's awesome," Harry said.

The pure delight rolling off of the wizard was infectious. Harry couldn't help but get swept up in it. The nerves about the visit vanished as Charlie continued. It didn't take long for them to arrive at the dragon enclosure. The place had been consolidated into one area and transfigured to look like a cave.

"They have been hunting daily to adjust to their calorie requirements," Charlie said. "We've had to restock the lake with grindylows twice already. Thankfully, they are an invasive species, so we haven't had a shortage of suppliers."

Harry chuckled at that.

"Don't worry," Charlie said. "We're making sure they get a varied diet since they're omnivores." He paused. "There are some issues though."

Harry cocked his head to the side at the statement. He raised his eyebrows and waited for further information.

"Morning sickness," Charlie answered with mixture of confusion and excitement.

"Huh?" Harry stopped mid-step, causing Tonks to bump into him. "How?"

"It's easier to just show you," Charlie waved them onwards.

Harry increased his pace. He caught the mingled scent of the three dragons as they neared the entrance to the cave.

"One moment," Harry stopped before he got to the entry.

"What's up?" Tonks asked.

"Are you losing control?" Hestia asked with an edge of panic in her voice.

He was going to have to ask if she could be replaced by another Auror. She had begun to emit a steady stream of fear every time she saw him. It didn't make him want to attack her, or anything like that. The scent of fear just made it harder to concentrate.

"No," Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm going to get undressed before I transform."

"I won't say no to a show," Tonks made her eyebrows change color as she wiggled them at him.

Harry shook his head as he stripped off his shirt. He carefully transformed his body into the hybrid form from before. All of his sensitive bits were protected by scales by the time he was fully nude. The inclusion of wings and a tail would be enough of a shock.

"Woah," Charlie gasped. "When did you get those?"

"They're a new. Possible after the three of them bit me," Harry pointed to the trio of marks from the dragons.

"Don't think about it too hard," Tonks chuckled. "It's Harry."

"Fair enough," Charlie nodded.

Harry stepped inside the artificial cave and froze. The three dragons were resting in their own comfortable cushion. All three had small baby-bumps. He wasn't an expert on dragons, but he was pretty sure this wasn't normal. Charlie stepped up beside him.

"Please explain," Harry said without looking away from the trio. 

"As far as we can tell," Charlie said. "They are experiencing a mixture of dragon and human biological processes. On human terms, it's roughly the same as two months but per five days."

"Is that healthy?" Harry asked softly.

"Yeah," Charlie nodded. "Dragon eggs take roughly forty-five to fifty days to mature which tracks. We're keeping a close eye on them. You have no idea how amazing this is. We've got dragon specialists and a magi-zoologists from all over the world here. Our base camp is like a tent city now."

Harry let out a relieved sigh. He smiled softly as he saw Agda's nose twitch. Her eyes popped open when she identified his scent. She hopped to her feet gracefully and strode over to him.

"You have returned," she purred.

Harry shivered as the pads of her fingers trailed along the bones of his wings. She didn't stop until she reached the tip. He was practically a puddle of goo when her teeth brushed against the skin of his neck.

"Oh, dear," Charlie whispered. "I didn't realize this would happen."

"What?" Harry asked in a dreamy tone.

"Pregnancy urges," Charlie took a step back.

"Huh?" Harry could barely think.

"Some pregnant women experience an increased sex drive," Charlie retreated so quickly that he put Apparition to shame. "Good luck!"

He brought his face to her collar bone as he sucked and tried to kiss her neck as hard as possible. All as his hands ran up and down her curves trying to get a feel for what she liked. He paid extra attention to every squeeze and what sound they made from her impressive tits to her tight but strong ass. Both made her moan but when he pinched her dark green nipples he heard her moan harder than the others.

Now knowing what could get her off he moved his hands between her legs to graze her aching clit making her buck against him. She nearly pleaded for more before he led her back to her little nest. In his human form he couldn't hope to lift her and set her gently down like he did. Luckily, he wasn't in that shape.

Harry had Agda on her back looking up at him from her own nest spread out like a draconic angel. Looking down he could see his cock laying on her smoldering pussy waiting for him. She was absolutely soaked and completely ready for what was to come. Agda moaned, giving him a hungry look that told him she was ready. With a desperate nod she soon felt him push into her inch by inch.

"I don't want it slow, " She moaned as she grabbed Harry by the shoulders. "You don't have to be afraid of breaking me."

Agda pulled him in so fast he had no choice but to go balls deep in a split second.

Harry nodded and nearly came feeling her scorchingly tight pussy wrap around every inch of his cock. With a shake of his body he knew he wasn't going to last long so he planted his hands in the nest using his claws for leverage as he pulled back and thrust in as hard as possible.

Agda let out a wild scream feeling his cock almost completely pull out of her pussy before thrusting right back in and rubbing against her sensitive spots. Something she could only dream of due to the rare numbers of male dragons, and the near-mythic hybrid form.

Harry nearly roared but just kept going until they were both moaning and crying out as their climax approached hard and fast. The two of them both felt the other about to cum. She came first with a scream sure to wake the other two as she felt his throbbing cock set off everything inside of her. Increased sensitivity was one of the better pregnancy symptoms. Her tight pussy formed a seal around Harry's cock as it soon became the tightest thing he could hope to ever feel wrapped around his cock.

Harry could only groan before his balls tightened and he unleashed a load large enough he actually felt lighter. He couldn't remember the last time he had let orgasmed. His cum was plentiful and plenty that Agda would have easily gotten pregnant if she had not already been. She moaned loud, she didn't realize how much she missed him. That was her only thought as she enjoyed the hot load of cum soaking into every nook and cranny in her womb.

Harry nearly collapsed. He needed a small rest if he was to give her as many cream-pies as he physically could. Carefully, he settled into the nest beside her.

"Hello, mate," Sian said.

He looked over his shoulder at her. Sian lay on her side watching them.

"Hello, Sian," Harry replied with a smile.

"You look like a proper dragon now," she teased.

Harry chuckled.

"It was a nice surprise," Harry nodded.

Sian moved to stand. Her face went blank. She moved with surprising speed out of the cave. Sound muffling charms blocked whatever was happening.

"They call it morning sickness," Agda sighed. "She has had it the worst."

"What about Xia?" Harry asked turning his attention to the Chinese Fireball.

"She sleeps a lot," Agda shrugged. "Make time for Sian, she has missed you."

"Of course," Harry nodded. "I'll be by a lot more from now on."

"Good," Agda purred and snuggled into him. "Wake me before you leave."

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Xia did indeed sleep quite a lot. She was only awake for about an hour for the entire visit. When she was awake, she mostly just wanted to snuggle up to him. She woke up long enough to crawl into his lap, nuzzle his neck, and pass out. Harry didn't mind at all; he trailed his fingers along her spine as she slept. It was an interesting way to learn that dragons can purr. The 'quick visit' stretched out to the entire day. He was already making plans to spend at least two nights a week if he was able to attend Hogwarts.

Sian, on the other hand, was having a rough time. Quick movements, random smells, and even a shift in the wind would spike her nausea. Her diet currently was jerky of various kinds, fresh salad made from plants from her native area, and orange fruit chews of all things. She joined some of the cuddling, as long as he turned his head away so his breathing wouldn't bother her.

Agda constantly gave him 'bedroom eyes' when she wasn't glaring at the others at capitalizing on my time. He couldn't imagine what she would have been like if they hadn't been able to have a roll in the sheets, or nest, when he first arrived.

"Harry," Tonks whispered from the entry to the tent. "There's a couple things we still need to settle while we're here."

Harry nodded. He didn't realize that he had been on the edge of his sleep until Tonks appeared. The three dragons were warm snuggled against him. Staying awake was made all the more difficult with the three of them each purring.

Carefully, he extracted himself from the dragon pile. He placed a gentle kiss on Xia's and Sian's foreheads. Agda pulled him into a long, deep kiss that sent his head spinning. She gave him a proud smile as he stumbled a few steps.

Harry slowly shifted back into his fully human form once he was outside. Tonks handed him his clothes as they were able to fit his body. Except his pants, those he had to glare at her to get. She waved to him to follow her once he was fully dressed.

"Harry!" A loud, happy voice greeted him as they left the forest.

Harry smiled as Hagrid approached. He hadn't seen his friend since last year. There was a swell of connection in his chest once he saw the half-giant. He had noticed that there was a slight disconnect from full humans especially after spending so much time alone with a vampire. Tonks, so far, was the only human that felt normal to be around.

It seemed like Hagrid felt the same. The half-giant had always been a little disconnected from those around him. He constantly had to adjust his strength, not just around people, but everything. It was one of the reasons Hagrid didn't mind living in his shack than in the castle.

Hagrid swept him up into a hug. He squeezed Harry tightly, no longer afraid of breaking bones. The half-giant teared up a little as he set his favorite wizard down.

"It's good to see you," Hagrid said as he wiped his eyes. "Been worried about you."

"It's good to see you too," Harry said with a smile. "Sorry for not visiting earlier."

"Think nothing of it," Hagrid shook his head. "Heard about some of your adventures." He dropped his voice to a whisper and elbowed Harry in the words. "Quite the ladies' man, eh?"

Harry blushed and suddenly found his shoes very interesting. It didn't help that the 'whisper' had been loud enough for everyone around them to hear. Subtle, Hagrid was not.

"Wonderful ladies, those three," Hagrid said with a fond smile. "Never thought I'd have the chance to talk to a dragon." He smiled brightly. "They know who Nortbera is too! Said she's growing like a weed and making friends just fine. Warmed my heart."

Harry found it funny how the half-giant suddenly was so relaxed around him. It was as though he found a kindred spirit. Whatever Tonks had wanted to tell him was quickly forgotten as they caught up. Harry was more than happy to spend time with him as well. They explored more of the Forbidden Forest. Hagrid lost a bit of vibrancy as when the signs of fading webbing appeared on the trees.

"They took Aragog and his brood," Hagrid sniffled. "Got them settled in a colony in Brazil. I'll miss him, but he was getting on in years. I just didn't have the heart to handle it. Thought the Ministry would kill them all." Hagrid took a deep breath to steady his voice. "Charlie and his crew got in contact with some people he knew to take care of them."

Harry couldn't bring himself to apologize. He hadn't been afraid of spiders until he was almost eaten by a group of them bigger than he was. It wasn't much of an issue now that he could fight back. They circled around back through the forest to Hagrid's shack.

"I can't deny the forest has changed since they were moved," Hagrid sighed. "The Centaurs have relaxed, the unicorns settled in a spot and stopped their roaming, and a bunch of native critters have come back."

Harry caught the scent of a group of people as they exited the forest. He hadn't realized how much the place had overtaken his senses until then. The group appeared a moment later once he and Hagrid were out in the open. Headmistress McGonagall, Deputy Headmaster Flitwick, the Auror guard, and a rather nervous looking Ministry official all waited for him as they approached. What really caught his attention was the building behind them.

A new cabin had been built a small distance from Hagrid's shack. The difference in quality, and scale, was easy to see. Not only was the cabin better structured, but it was constructed mainly of stone. A dragon, even a human-sized one, should not live in a wooden house.

"Mister Potter," Headmistress McGonagall greeted.

"Mister Potter," Professor Flitwick said as well.

The half-goblin spoke with his usual cheer. His voice had a warmth to it that wasn't there before. Like speaking with family rather than a student. There it was again, a connection to someone that wasn't human.

"Professor," Harry nodded to Flitwick. "Headmistress."

The edge of McGonagall's mouth twitched in a hidden smile. At least she seemed to be enjoying the new title. Harry idly wondered if her work-load had actually lightened. Dumbledore had been great at many things, being a Headmaster was not among them.

"What's this?" Harry asked motioning to the cabin.

"These are your new quarters," McGonagall replied.

"Oh," Harry replied. He thought for a moment. Then nodded. "Makes sense."

The Ministry official practically collapsed in relief. It seemed like the man had prepared some sort of speech or decree about the place.

"Can I take a look inside?" Harry asked.

"Of course," Flitwick chimed in.

The half-goblin moved much faster than anyone thought he was able. He opened the front door, which was big enough for Hagrid to enter without issue and made of polished stone. Subtle magic drifted around it as Harry got closer. He cocked his head to the side.

"Wards?" Harry asked narrowing his eyes at the wisps.

"Yes," Flitwick replied proudly. "It's a defensive array to keep those uninvited from entering. You can set a list of those allowed as well as lock down the cabin for all visitors." He dropped his voice to a whisper. "We might be able to use this to allow students with lycanthrope to attend in greater numbers as well."

The door swung open to reveal a much larger space. It was styled to look almost identical to the Gryffindor Common Room. Even the furniture was arranged in the same manner. The only real difference, aside from the view, was the lack of a fireplace.

Flitwick and Hagrid led him on a tour through the place. There was the main room, a small kitchen, two full-sized bathrooms that looked like they had been copied directly from the castle, and four bedrooms with room enough for a few beds in each. Everything was large enough to comfortably fit him in his full dragon form with his wings outstretched.

"Currently," Flitwick whispered. "You are the only resident, but we took the opportunity to add more space for the future."

"Reinforced walls," Hagrid said as he knocked a large fist against one. "They'd take some effort for even me to break."

"Are you going to live here too?" Harry asked Hagrid.

"Nah," Hagrid replied with a laugh. "I've got my cabin just how I like it. Don't think I could handle having a roommate." He blanched. "No offense meant, Harry."

Harry smiled at his friend. Any further discussion was interrupted by the arrival of Fang. The large, cowardly dog was incredibly happy to see Harry. He jumped on the wizard, who caught him easily. The dog seemed confused for a moment. Hagrid had been the only one able to pick him up for years. Witches and wizards were knocked off their feet. Fang wasn't malicious, it was just that people were so comfy to sleep on. His tail started to wag in a near blur.

"Now you've done it," Hagrid chuckled. "He won't let you have a moment of peace. Took years to train him not to tackle people."

Fang proved Hagrid right. The dog wiggled out of his arms only to jump at him again. It took three more times for Fang to stop. Harry was certain that it would have continued if the dog had been younger. As it stood, Fang practically dragged Harry over to a chair. He took the hint and sat down. Fang instantly hopped up into his lap and did his best to prove he wasn't too big to be a lapdog. McGonagall approached after a few moments. She smiled brightly at the sight of Harry holding Fang like a puppy.

"If you would like," McGonagall said. "You can settle in here until the school term begins."

"What about the Express?" Harry asked.

"The Ministry thinks it's safer for you to arrive separately from the other students," McGonagall's voice was tinged with tightly controlled annoyance.

"Eh," Harry shrugged. "I'd go crazy if I had to spent eight hours on a train these days." He paused as the Ministry official started to sweat again. "Not crazy, just bored out of my mind."

"I'll be just right across the field if you need anything," Hagrid said.

"We're also placing your Auror guard in the castle," McGonagall continued. "Auror Tonks will be your personal guard. Alastor has agreed to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts this year as well. Auror Jones has been reassigned and will be replaced before the year begins."

Harry nodded. He understood their caution. It was still annoying even if having Tonks around would be nice. Hopefully, whoever replaced Hestia wouldn't be as afraid of him. Time would tell.

"Thank you, Headmistress," Harry said.

He let out a resigned sigh as Fang once again adjusted in his lap.

"I don't think I'm going anywhere for a while," he said while avoiding the attempts to lick his face. "Is it lunch yet?"

"The House Elves will bring you something if you make a request," Professor Flitwick answered. "There was one by the name of Dobby that volunteered to be the one staffed to care for the cabin."

Harry chuckled.

"We'll leave you to settle in," McGonagall said. "Auror Tonks will gather your personal items."

"Thank you," Harry said giving them a wave as they gathered to leave. "Professor Flitwick, Hagrid, did you want to join me for lunch?"

"That would be splendid," Flitwick replied with his usual cheer. "Hagrid?"

"Thank you, Harry," Hagrid said. "Decent of you."

"Do you think the dragons would like to stay here?" Harry asked once the others had left. "They might enjoy some modern luxuries."

"Don't know," Hagrid shrugged. "They seem to like their cave plenty." He paused. "Mind if I invite Charlie to join us? No doubt he'd love to speak with you without being rushed."

"Sure," Harry replied with a shrug.

Harry had a feeling he'd be answering a lot of questions. It surprised him how much he had missed spending time with other people. Being alone with a vampire for a week made him appreciate time with the living. A walking, talking magical void made his skin crawl. Being on Hogwarts grounds and with old friends was a balm to his soul.

Now for the important questions. What did he want for lunch? And could he eat more than Hagrid? There was only one way to find out.