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Hagrid sat on the steps of his house as he listened carefully for sounds inside his home. He knew who had ‘gambled’ said egg away to him. He still wondered why the idiot had done it, but he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He would take advantage of the magical event that was about to happen. Quirrell and whoever, or whatever he was possessed by were giving him exactly what he needed to change the events that were being manipulated. He wasn’t sure who or what was doing the manipulations, but he had an idea of who it could be even if he couldn’t pin them on said person.
He had been puttering around making sure that everything was just right for his plan. Since the death of Lily and James Potter he had seen the inconsistencies going on around the students of Hogwarts. Dumbledore would just wave off his concerns stating it was normal behavior for the children, but he thought otherwise, and he was going to see if he could do something to throw a monkey-wrench in whatever was going on. He wasn’t going to tolerate any further deaths of innocent young’uns, or them being orphaned and sent to places they should never have been sent. He had never said anything, but he had noticed the condition of Harry when he arrived on that Merlin forsaken rock that the ‘Dursleys’ had been trying to hide on. As if he couldn’t see that the young green-eyed boy was tinier than the tiniest first year he had seen in his career as Keeper of the Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts. He had seen him flinching, and his hesitancy in getting close to him. He growled softly at the very thought. Hagrid saw the awe when he had offered his heavy jacket to use as a blanket. No matter what everyone thought of him, he wasn’t a stupid man. Just kind of oblivious at times. He did tend to be fascinated by the more violent magical and non-magical creatures that roamed the world.
He still remembered the first time he had wanted to learn about dragons. He had been wandering on the seventh floor near the tapestry of the idiot trying to teach trolls to dance. He had paced back and forth, and a room appeared as he thought about the most amazing thing in the world to his mind. Dragons. A door had appeared, and he had opened it to find books upon books of the subject. With holographic images of all the dragons known to the wizard world as well as beings called Dragels.
Hagrid had read every book in that room and studied every image to the last detail. It had taken him the greater part of a year to go through most of that information much to the detriment of his grades. He probably knew more about dragons than any dragonologist in the magical world on earth. The thing he found the most fascinating had been what he had learned about the hatching of their babies. There was an amazing magic that happened with all births of all magical creatures, but the birth of dragons were even more magically involved. They were one of the largest and one of the most powerful of the magical creatures to be found and the magic involved seemed to be astronomical in nature. One that the mothers were particularly vicious about preventing other beings from being anywhere near during the hatching.
From the few accounts he had read about hatchings, weird and wonderful things happened.
- A muggle had been granted magic.
- A magical creature had been changed to being status.
- A person that had their magic sealed in such a way that they couldn’t use it anymore had been unsealed and stronger than they had been before they had been sealed.
- More people had been there and each person had been given some new gift that they had never shown an aptitude for before.
Each and every account after that he had found had reported something astounding happened.
There had also been a study of nests after the mother and babes had left the area. The flora and fauna around the nests changed. Muggle plants had become their magical version, or became a new version that was magical. Magical versions had become more potent and powerful. Trees that had been normal become bowtruckle homes full of magic and hunted by wand makers. Magical water creatures were found at water sources if they were close enough, that hadn’t been there before. Flora and fauna had grown where none had been before. Weird accounts of creatures that had never been seen before were reported in the territory. No one was able to catch said creatures, but photos and drawings had been recorded. If magical creatures were around, they were far more intelligent than normal.
It was all a mind-blowing thing for the friendly half giant. He had imparted as much as he thought he should to Charlie Weasley and others that showed interest in hopes they would figure out that maybe they should sneak a peek at a hatching. But he had never heard from the second oldest Weasley or any of the others on whether they had or not but he had high hopes. So here he sat waiting for Harry and his friends. Waiting and hoping that the hatching would be everything he hoped it would be. And that whatever was going on would be turned on its heels.
He sat and waited for the end of that day's classes, and for his three young’uns, not knowing how big a monkey wrench he was truly throwing into the works. Magic is a wonderful thing.
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Hagrid’s Hut Hogwarts Earth
Harry Potter sat at the table of Hagrid's one room, thatched roof hut, staring at the dragon's egg that was rocking in front of said owner. He sat on one side of Hermione with Ron on her other side. He, himself, was close to the wall with a window in it, tucked into the corner as he was the smallest of the group. He had a cup of tea and one of Hagrid’s famous rock cakes, which were actually as hard as the name implied. He had always wondered if the gentle giant of a man would be upset if he dipped the cake into his tea, but had never tried it. At a sudden soft cracking noise, he looked up from his contemplation of the rock cake.
He watched in wonder as each crack slowly appeared and grew on the egg, feeling as if each crack was also cracking something inside of him. He could feel the magic in the air around him getting stronger with each of the cracks. He didn't know what was happening, but the room around him felt as if it was slowly becoming an inferno of heat, trembling earth, and whispering winds. The fire in the hearth seemed to be growing larger, even without enough fuel for the size of the blaze. The shadows seemed to dance in places that shouldn’t have any. A zing of electricity in the air fizzling with moisture from their steaming cups of tea. Unbeknownst to him, the odds and ends that Hagrid had hanging from the rafters were starting to swing and sway from said winds that he thought he was imagining. The curtains billowed out from windows that were firmly shut to keep in the heat so that the Norwegian Ridgeback egg would hatch.
Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid were so focused on the hatching egg that they didn't notice the disturbances that were happening around them. They didn't notice the slight glow that was slowly encompassing their friend, or the glow around themselves, with each crack in the egg before them. Waiting and watching in awe for the rare, once in a lifetime occurrence of a newly hatched dragon to occur before their eyes. Not many magical humans have had the chance to view such an event, and they couldn't have known the major consequences of what was about to happen.
Green eyes refused to be drawn away as the boarhound Fang yelped and dove under the gentle half giant's bed as a broom fell too close to him. Whimpering came from under the bed, ignored by all as the time of the hatching drew ever closer and the air became more stifling from the overload of magic all around them. Even the large dog seemed to have a glow around it. The beast peeked out from under the bed and continued to watch the event unfolding at the table.
The magic of such a strong and fierce magical creature was breaking away the spells and seals that bound Harry's gifts and inheritance slowly with every crack that developed on the egg. With a final crack the new born baby emerged from its shell. No one in the hut heard the crack that came from Harry as the black, broken, umbrella-like creature with bulging, raging, fire orange eyes glared at everyone.
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The abnormally large man ignored the noises that were happening around him as he watched the once in a lifetime event happen before him. He hadn’t taken into consideration that it might affect him as well. He was going to see a baby dragon hatch, one of the biggest things he had wanted to see most in the world. He had been overjoyed that he could give this experience to the boy that he thought of as pretty much his own blood family and his friends. When the egg finally hatched, he didn't notice that said boy was no longer a boy. The change was almost instantaneous.
"Aww, look a' him," Hagrid murmured with a big grin on his face. "He already knows his Mummy." He reached out his large hand to wiggle his fingers at the baby and yelped when he heard an enraged hiss. He jerked his hand back quickly at the sound. He looked up to see something he thought was only a legend glaring at him with glowing emerald green eyes.
A small, Fang sized, compact dragon stood over the baby, hissing at him angrily. From the size that Hagrid could make out, it was a young juvenile. Its wings were fully extended, barely fitting in the space of the hut,almost too large for the body they were attached to. The fire from the candles and fireplace gave warm hues to the silver body almost casting it as metallic reds, oranges, and yellows. Its long tail was lashing back and forth behind it, almost hitting the cowering forms of Ron and Hermione pressed against the walls of the hut. An elegant, long, neck extended out to hold its delicately formed head over the iridescent black, baby dragon. Two small bulges that could form into horns later in life stood out on the forehead above the glowing eyes. Two wing-like appendages near ear holes stood out rigidly straight with anger.
"A silverwing." Hagrid muttered in awe. "He's a Silverwing." His jaw dropped further when a screech filled the room and echoed hauntingly in the confined space. Hagrid blinked his beetle black eyes, and it registered that Ron and Hermione were frantically attempting to get his attention from where they were trapped but there was no sign of the green-eyed brunette. "HARRY!" He bellowed, suddenly worried for the young boy he adored. There was no answer to the call. "Ron! Hermione! Where is Harry?!" He tried.
"I don't know!" Ron bellowed from where he was attempting to meld with the wall. Hermione was whimpering beside him, attempting to do the same. "He was right beside us then there was the huge cracking noise when that..." The red-haired boy waved at the baby dragon. "Came out of its shell, and poof! Harry wasn't here." He grumbled as he once again ducked the tail whipping by him.
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Harry watched the egg suddenly give a last shudder and crack before releasing its captive. He felt as if the final piece in him had cracked and broken open as well. Then there was sudden pain as he felt everything inside of him shifted and changed. He closed his eyes and fought the violent urge to throw up what little he had in his stomach from the amount of pain. He opened his eyes when the shifting stopped and noticed Hagrid was reaching out his fingers to the baby that was before him and lunged, hissing at the man as he got too close to the baby. Every instinct in him told him he must protect the baby, so he was going to protect the baby, no matter what.
He watched Hagrid pull his fingers back, and a stupefied expression crawl across the bearded face before him. He kept hissing warningly as he listened to the quiet chirps of the baby asking if something was wrong, and saying it was hungry. He barely registered the whimpering behind him, or coming from under the bed. The big human was more dangerous. He knew what the huge man was muttering, but he didn't like the tone. He instinctively screeched, calling out to any adult in the area to come and protect them. He knew he wouldn't be able to take down the huge human, who seemed even bigger than he had been before.
He screeched even louder when he heard the voice bellow his name. ~ How did this being know his name? ~ He frowned, he was sure he knew who this being was, but it wasn’t registering in his mind. His tail lashed harder when a voice sounded behind him. He knew his tail was keeping the beings back there at bay. He didn't want them to creep up and do anything that might harm the little one.
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Outside Hagrid’s Hut Hogwarts
Outside of the hut an electric feeling hovered in the air around Hogwarts. Any students or teachers that were outside had a sudden need to get back to the safety of the castle, not aware of the events that were taking place in the Groundskeeper’s hut. Only feeling the feeling of danger that was hovering in the air around them , they followed the instinctual need of safety.
Draco Malfoy, one of said students, who had been trying to sneak a peek into the window of the groundskeeper's home to see if what he had overheard was true, flung himself away from the window at the screech that resounded from within. He crab-walked backwards, till he felt safe enough to turn himself over and push upright to run for safety. He was so focused on getting away from the window, he didn't notice the beacon of light that flung itself from a crack in the earth that had appeared behind him, and he crashed into the being that now stood behind him.
He took a step back as he stared at the heavily armored waist that he had run into. He took another step back and saw the many weapons attached to the waist, slowly looked upward, and kept looking upward until he looked into a dark mocha colored skin, scarred face with fangs. He screamed in fear, not knowing where to run.
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Unknown Location Earth
Juniper Evans felt a prod at her family magic and grumbled as she put the last stroke on her runic array. She sat at a desk in an office with warm wood tones and accents of red and greens in the furnishings around the room. Shelves adorned with little knick-knacks, scrolls, books and bits and bobs lined three of the walls, and a roaring fire burned happily in a huge, antiquated fireplace that would be more appropriate in a much larger room on the fourth wall. The desk she was at had two comfortable looking reading chairs, in front of it, with reddish brown wood curving into sturdy scroll-like legs, plush red velvet backs and arms, and green leather plump seats. The desk was all antiquated with reddish brown wood like the chairs, and gold gilding accented it with lion clawed paws wrapped around spherical knobs of wood of the eight legs that held it up.
It had been a while since any of her bonded had prodded her, and she wondered who needed her so much after so many years of nothing from them. The prod came again more violently with a twinge of empathic thrust. The empathic thrust startled her into looking up. She tucked a stray strand of curly red hair behind her ear and closed her eyes to feel who was calling.
Her green eyes widened in surprise at how young it felt. It had none of her bonded's signatures and she couldn't place it from any of her family circle that was in Nevarah but that could be because it was a new child that was born to a relative. That could be a few, considering the amount of time that had passed here on Earth. The time difference was four Nevaraian years to one Earth year. Who knew what was going on without actually being there.
She felt Regulus' interest in the other room as she pushed and prodded the family connection. She got the impression of vibrant emerald-green eyes like hers, only a slight shade darker and crazy, bird-nest brunet hair. She didn't know of anyone in the family that had that combination of eyes or hair at least not since she had taken this mission for the crown earth royals.
"Reg," She called in her soothing alto voice. "Wanna go cause some havoc?" A slight growl in her voice caught the man in the other room's attention. The man she had saved from dying in the cave full of Inferi one night and had fallen in love with.
The soft slither of feather against feather could be heard from the hall as the man exited the room that he had been in. June turned to see him framed in the doorway. Shadows and light converging to give him an ethereal, surreal look of a puffed-up raven. "Where, pray tell, do you intend to do this?" The uncertainty and upset of his Alpha's demeanor caused his feathers to puff up to make him seem bigger than he was.
His light tenor soothing her somewhat. Her Alpha urges were pushing her to answer the call harder and harder at each call. "Won't know till we get there. I do know it is here on Earth, which is odd. I don't have any family here that I am aware of." She held out an arm in a beckoning gesture for Regulus to come closer.
As soon as the part-Torvak settled into the crook of her arm, she reached out to the call with her magic and tugged, guiding herself and Regulus to where the call was coming from. Unknowingly answering her youngest grandchild's call for help.
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Unknown Realm
Jauren Elswood woke up with a start from a nap cuddled up with his Pareya. His jet-black hair stood out at odd angles from his head, as he stared blearily around him with silver, almost white, irised eyes, wondering what had startled him awake. He rubbed at his oval, angular face as if to wipe the fatigue away. He looked blindly at the walls decorated for his tastes. Greens, purples, and golds splashed around the room with the huge canopy bed set into the middle. The dark wood posts looked as if someone had twisted a tree around and around many, many times to hold up the curtains of purple cloth, and the deep forest green canopy with gold accents intermittently woven in.
He ignored the rumbles and grumbles that were trying to both reassure and comfort him as he tried to work out what had woken him. His eyes widened as he realized it was the spell his Dera had asked permission to set up that was chirping at him. His Dera's mentee was in need of assistance, and he was in need of assistance now. He warbled out to his circle as he summoned his own armor to replace his sleep wear and tumbled out of the bed rushing to the door to head for the teleport circle outside his home leaving a tangle of Pareya behind. More pareya than normal for ordinary circles, but he didn’t have a normal circle.
He heard the answering calls and ignored the hands that were attempting to grasp for him as he dodged around them. The only way for the chirping notice to have come to him was if his Dera was no longer available or in danger of some sort elsewhere. He would not fail the youngling that needed aid. He would not fail the man who had taken him in and adopted him. For the fear set in at the thought of ‘no longer available’. That usually only had one meaning, though he knew his dera would accept that happening with open arms. But with the young mentee? He would have done his best to avoid that circumstance.
And maybe, just maybe, he would be able to save his dera from whatever calamity he had gotten himself into as well.
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Unknown Realm
Grayson Marsey growled when he felt a ripple of magic call to him for assistance. Anger twisted his face, causing the three long scratch scars to furl and pull. It felt young and untrained. He rumbled in dismay at the repeated call and knew he had to go help whoever it was. Younglings should not be making calls like this. Younglings should never be in enough danger to have to make the call. He had just finished an errand for the Earth crown and was about to head home to report. He was glad he had finished, as it would cause troubles with the errand he had been on. Being finished allowed him more leeway in going to assist whoever the young child was. And whoever they were, they were very insistent they were indeed in enough danger to be making the call they were.
He threw back his broad shoulders and extended his three toned wings, before tucking them back in and porting to where the call was coming from. He felt through the magic as if it was the direction of the wizard realm earth which slightly confused him. He wasn't aware of many, if any, Dragels living in that realm. It had become too dangerous for them to be there, as the human wizards had started hunting them out of fear of their power. It was why they had created Nevarah in the first place. The silly fear of anything more powerful meant it was dangerous and must be eradicated was bogus in his thinking.
He flung himself out of the portal to land effortlessly on the land and took stock of where he had landed, noticing the forest and small home in front of him. A quick look behind him showed a huge castle with blazes of lights in windows giving signs of inhabitants to be found, but no beings rushing from the dwelling to see what was going on out on the grounds around it.
Golden, honey brown hair in many braids pulled back into a ponytail swung as the head turned to look at the almost white haired boy that had run into his considerable bulk. This youngling didn't feel like the one that had called. He frowned in some confusion. The boy before him didn't seem to be in danger, and smelled of dragel. He heard another screech and the tug that came to him, and knew it came from within the dwelling, not the boy cowering in fear before him. He reached out and grabbed the collar of the robe the youngling was wearing before they could run off too wherever they were intending to go for safety.
He registered the zinging in the air of more dragels incoming to assist and wondered who else was in the vicinity. He felt the earth rumble beneath his feet so at least one other Earth element was incoming. A surge of heat told him that some Fire were around as well. An electrical zip in the air told him some Storm elements were imminent. He grumbled at that; Storm element magic always gave him the itches. He also saw some shadows doing things that they wouldn't normally be doing out of the corners of his eye. So the Shadow element would also be represented. The Air element was coming as well from the pressure he felt. His eye was caught by swirling in the water of a large lake as well, which confused him. The merrow didn’t usually involve themselves in what they called 'landwalker troubles'.
He growled at the bellow from the dwelling, and stomped toward the door he saw. His fist wrapped in the fabric as he dragged his catch with him and glared at the door in his way. He ignored the bursts of light that told of incoming dragels, lifted his considerably large foot and slammed it into the door to remove it. It shattered under the assault, surprising the blond in his grip into squealing in fear. Movement in the home had him quickly taking a stride into the one room to assess the situation.
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Hagrid’s Hut
Harry felt the bursts of magic that told of incoming beings that might help and kept himself frozen in place. He felt the baby moving beneath his neck trying to mirror him. While still calling for its mother and food. He couldn't lose his focus, or someone/something might hurt it, no her. He kept his tail lashing as the big man lurched out of his chair with a bellow when the door suddenly shattered to pieces and another huge being stood in it glaring at all of them. Harry squeaked and screeched in agitation at all the sudden movement. He hunkered down and reached out a clawed paw...? ~ When did he suddenly get paws for hands? ~ He shook his head slightly, not taking his eyes off of the man in front of him and pulled the baby closer to his body.
He noticed whoever it was in the doorway take one stomping step into the room and growl ferociously at all of them while holding, of all people, Malfoy by the collar of his robe. Hagrid, he noticed suddenly, had moved quickly at the sudden appearance and was beside him and now between him and this new danger that had appeared in the midst. Harry could finally understand the words coming from the man's mouth and was able to follow what was being said by the two very tall men that were facing off against each other.
"Who d'ya t'ink you are?" The half giant bellowed at the intruder. "Tis me home you are enterin'! Yeh have no rights to be doin' it. Look at wha’ ye done to me door." He watched as Hagrid spread his arms out in a protective gesture in front of him. “Ye won’ be doing no more harm in me home!”
Harry screeched and squawked to both men as he turned to keep them in his sight. His eyes widened at the sight of more beings with wings appearing outside the door. The numbers far greater than he thought would come to his call. ~ Oops! Wait! Where did my voice go!? ~ he thought as all the beings seemed to be taking stock and moving as one towards Hagrid's home. He pulled his wings in to wrap around the little female and himself, his tail coming to add more protection. ~ What the...okay can’t think about that right now. ~ he thought and groaned. Now he had even more to think about. He chirped and cooed to the baby in his grasp to calm it down hoping it would not draw more attention to what was going on. Somehow, he knew that the little winged being knew what he was saying with his chirps, squeaks and squawks and hopefully listened to him. He buried his head under his wing so he couldn't see, only allowing a sliver of space in case he sensed danger to close and did indeed need to see if danger was too close.
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Grayson paused at the sight of the young dragon curled up on the table top. He knew that Silverwings were rare, but to actually see one was startling. He didn't let it stop his eyes taking in the whole situation, his Joker training taking in the whole situation and everything in the room. There wouldn’t be much room to move around but he could manage it without hurting the four, no five younglings, noticing a flutter of movement under the silver dragon’s wing.
Two younglings stood near him trembling in fear, huddling into each other, one was a fiery red head the other bushy brunette. The man he assumed was half giant now stood in protection of the dragon on the table. And what he assumed was some type of dog whimpered from under a bed that would fit the large man. The whimpering under the bed was slowly changing to a ferocious growl which seemed out of place for some reason. The room had some expansion charms, but nothing major for the size of the building. It was the typical type of groundskeeper's homes that he had come to know.
Small animal furs, bunches of wheat and herbs, strings of vegetables and other assorted odds and ends hanging to dry from the rafters. A small kitchenette, enough for the man to make up meals for himself at any time. No sight of anything but another door that led outside meant an outdoor facility for bathing.
His eyes scanned around the room again and paused the table once more. There were egg shells on it. Not just any egg shells, he could feel the magic that permeated them. He couldn’t quite tell what type of creature had hatched from the egg they came from but from the chirping that was muffled it was a real dragon, not Dragel. Grayson groaned, fighting the urge to break even more things, besides the door he had just come through. If the younglings had just watched the dragon hatching, then it would explain the young dragel in dragon form on the table.
Dragon eggs hatching were a magical thing that very few beings were able to watch. Dragon females were very careful to keep others away at the hatchings because of the magic doing odd and varied things to anything or one that was around that wasn’t born to the species. There was never a rhyme or reason to what happened. Just that something was always known to happen.
“Are you truly that stupid?” He growled in a deep bass raspy voice. “You let younglings watch the hatching?! Did you wizards lose all common sense? There is a reason that hatchings are guarded, you great oaf!” Grayson almost waved the hand holding the blond in his grip at the man trying to protect the young. “Have you lost all information about it? There are great magics involved with dragon hatching. There are incidents where magicless gained magic from watching such a magical event.”
The huge man blinked and began to bluster at him, but the tall Dragel could feel the magic still working from the shell and wondered what else could be going on. Thankfully it was only the one egg that hatched, but it should have petered off by now, shouldn’t it have? He frowned, and sent out his element to test everything in the home.
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Hermione didn’t know what was happening. One second they were witnessing a once in a lifetime event, and the next all heck had broken loose. Harry had disappeared, and another dragon had appeared. She and Ron had managed to push themselves away from it and the table it was thrusting itself onto before it could attack them, and they had to keep ducking from the tail that was whipping angrily back and forth. Then that man that seemed almost as big as Hagrid had broken down the door, with that pillock Malfoy hanging from his grasp. That had made her pause for a few seconds, almost getting hit. The tail had stopped lashing as the somewhat bigger silver dragon curled in on itself to protect the little baby as the new person had entered the building.
As it curled its head under its wing she caught a glimpse of familiar green eyes. Her own hazel eyes widened and she gasped. ~ Could it be? ~ Hermione nudged a gaping Ron as he stared at Malfoy and the strange man with the bat-like wings. “Ron!” She hissed trying to get his attention. “Ron!” she hissed louder as he ignored her.
` Shhh little one, quiet don’t draw attention to us! ` A voice whispered from somewhere. ` Please you have to be quiet, we don’t want to get hurt. `
Hermione whipped her head around trying to see where the voice was coming from as she continued to nudge Ron from his gap jawed staring.
` Holy cow that guy is almost as big as Hagrid! If he wasn’t so scary I’d be laughing my arse off at Malfoy. ` Another voice she recognized immediately as the red head sounded in her head. She knew he hadn’t said that aloud. As he was still standing gaping at the sight of Malfoy and the man with wings. ~ How was she hearing these new voices? ~
` Gotta keep the young’uns safe. Gotta keep the young’uns safe. `
` Oh Merlin, he’s gonna kill me. Please! Please someone save me! `
` Fear…Fear…Fear…BIG BIG predators. Why does big viscous predator on table smell like green - eyed fearful one? ` A voice she hadn’t heard before started. ` New predator dangerous to green- eyed fearful one! Must protect. Must PROTECT! `
` The magic isn’t finished with these young ones. What in the name of Ergen is going on here? Is it affecting all four of them? Or the whole area? `
Hermione darted her eyes around the room to each voice she heard in her head. “RON!” She snarled, turning back to the red head beside her. Only to gasp as the same bat-like wings erupted from his back as the man at the door. They were a different shape from the man standing near the door. There was another arch in the big man’s wing and different colors as well, but they both seemed to absorb the light the same way at least as much as in the firelight she could discern. Ron’s new wings had oranges and yellows in them, though the scales seemed to be plated the same. She whimpered as Ron bent over in pain as the wings hit objects and the wall.
She whipped back around when she heard a squeal of pain and found Malfoy with a set of wings as well. Though these were also different; he had the same double arch as the being holding him but that was where the similarity ended. The little spine hooks were more delicate and only one hook at the two joints. Hermione caught some glimpse of silver and peach in the light. The smaller scales almost seemed to shimmer unlike Ron’s and the other man’s, which seemed to absorb the light.
She squeaked in fear when the ground shook beneath her feet. She threw her arms up over her head to protect her head as things suddenly fell from their hooks on the rafters. The ground kept shaking for what felt like eternity, and didn’t seem to be about to stop anytime soon.
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Nevarah Pits.
Ilsa Gorgens was mid spar in the pits with her soulbonded Greta when she felt the protection spells that she had on her mentee Theodore Nott sound off. She froze mid thrust, which was very unlike her, as she focused on the alarm bells going off. Luckily her sparring partner noticed her distraction and managed to pull her next strike.
“Ilsa?” Greta asked in concern. It wasn’t like her lover to freeze like she was. Something must have been triggered that was concerning to her.
The shorter woman held up a hand to delay further questioning and focussed on the messages she was getting from the magic. Something was happening at Theo’s school. Something that wasn’t exactly bad, but wasn’t exactly good either. It wasn’t giving her any answers as to what was going on, and her lips twisted in a snarl as she glared unseeingly at the cage walls. “Damn it all. Gotta go.”
Greta’s purple eyes widened. It had to be something bad for Ilsa to break contract like this. “Not without me!” Greta launched herself forward just in time as the transport circle formed at the shorter, less bulky woman’s feet, her armor changing as she moved to grasp her soulbonded. If there was trouble going on she wasn’t going to let her love handle it alone. She gave a tug to the rest of the suite with hooks for them to tag along on the ride.
Ilsa grumbled as she felt her partner glomped onto her and adjusted her transport spell to allow for it. She took her cue from her lover, and flicked her fingers to change what armor she was wearing. She didn’t know what she would be showing up into. So she had best be prepared for anything. She subconsciously checked her arsenal, pulling more weapons into hidden pockets of the armor. You know, just in case. You can never be too prepared.
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Hagrid’s Hut
Harry had had enough. Hagrid’s hut was just too dangerous. The other person was blocking the front door so he would have to use the side door. He wasn’t staying in this dangerous place anymore. The earth was shaking the hut so badly there was no telling what would happen to him or the baby. He was most emphatically not staying in this dangerous spot on the table. It was too open, and he was a big honking target for whatever was about to happen, and he was not going to stick around.
He gathered the little black dragon close to him with one paw, holding her in the crook of what he thought of as an elbow, before launching himself at the door to freedom. He ignored the combined shouts to stop as he plowed through the door to the safety that he thought was outside. He squawked as he was caught carefully by someone on the other side. He was about to struggle to get himself and the little lady in the crook of his leg free when the magic of the person wrapped around him firmly. It was magic that was familiar to what he remembered of his mother's and he chirped happily at the feeling. He felt safe in these arms. He felt safe.
He knew it wasn’t his mother. But maybe, just maybe, this person was related to her, and he truly was safe. He immediately started chirping, squeaking, and squawking his tale to them. Trying to get it out before anything more could happen.
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Hogwarts’ Grounds
Jun and Regulus arrived at where the distress call had summoned them and saw the large Dragel blocking the front door.
Regulus took a quick look around and knew where they were immediately. “We’re at Hogwarts. That is Hagrid’s hut. He is the groundskeeper and Keeper of the Keys. He has a side door we can use by that patch of garden.” He pointed to the right side of the small home.
Jun followed his directions to the side and found the door quickly enough. As she approached a blur of silver suddenly launched itself in her direction. She quickly grounded herself and caught the small blur. She found herself holding a small silver dragon and from the demanding chirps that were higher pitched and feeling of magic a real dragon as well. She braced herself for the upcoming struggle to hold the creature she thought might be a young Dragel and what she thought may be a baby black dragon.
She felt her magic reach out and encompass both dragons in her arms and was startled at the instant relaxing of muscles in the body of the silver one. Her magic told her that this was her family member, the one that needed assistance. She growled when a huge man was suddenly in the doorway in front of her glaring at her threateningly. She heard him growl as well as the growling from the other Dragel that had been blocking the door before he really looked at her and then the expression turned stupefied. “Lily.” She heard him whisper before she heard the other voice.
“Ergen be damned, Earth Wizards!” The voice that growled earlier snarled. “Don’t know what the blazes they are dealing with. Letting younglings watch a hatching of all the stupid things to do!! Did they forget all the lore and teachings about dragons?! Of course they did! You don’t mess with birth magic, you giant oaf of a numbskull. You just had to mess with things didn’t you!”
Jun’s eyes widened at the information. The man, who had to be a half giant, grunted and looked away before turning his eyes back to her and her armful of surprise. The look in the beetle black eyes said that he knew exactly what he had been doing, only that he hadn’t expected it to work quite like this. He had gotten a few surprises out of his meddling.
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Hagrid stared at the ghost that was holding the Silverwing, which if she was indeed a ghost she wouldn’t be able to do. He began to notice little differences, like more curl to her hair, sharper slightly more angular face, brighter eyes, taller, slightly more bulk and wings. He had never seen Lily with wings. More movement caught his attention as the feathered being stepped closer protectively.
He didn’t see the face in the shadows but knew that they were familiar as well. Movement from the corner of his eye had him eyeing more what he knew from descriptions as Dragels coming closer to his home. The magic of the birth had gone above and beyond his expectations. Events were about to change. Whether for the good or bad was up to the immortals, but change was about to happen.
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Somewhere Inside Hogwarts Castle
And Dumbledore? Dumbledore sat in a windowless warded room, hidden in his tower of Hogwarts, planning his further manipulations. Books, lists, potions, magical artifacts, bits and bobs laid out for his plans on shelves, desks, spindly tables, and in boxes. Some were discarded as useless, or already tried. He was completely unaware of what was happening outside his little protected room. Unaware that his ivory tower and pedestal was crumbling at his feet. And that the fall would hurt more than he ever thought it ever would. A world of hurt was about to rain down on him.
Hellfire was about to rain down on him and all he held in his greedy hands.