A/n I've had this idea in my head for a while and I needed to get it down. This is non-crossover but has some elements from my last story. Which of course is not needed whatsoever to read this one. There won't be any bashing and there will not be any romance until further in the story when Harry is at least 3rd year

Beta'd by my friend Silver May 26th

In the smallest room of number 4 Privet Drive weeping could be heard. Quietly below a whimper, as to not disturb its other residents. It was Harry James Potter's 10th birthday and as he had expected he hadn't received anything… well not nothing, he had gotten a whole new repertoire of names from his uncle. He already was known as freak, boy, and scar head. Today was mostly an onslaught on his parents.

'Why do they have to treat me like this? I do chores… so many, I weed the garden, cook, and clean every day! My cousin doesn't do anything but eat, sleep, and whine for new things. Why don't they love me? Why don't they care? Why doesn't anyone care? Why would anyone leave me here? I'd be better off in an orphanage! Why couldn't I go to an orphanage!? If this is my whole life… it's not worth living. I can't do this until I'm eighteen, I'll kill myself if they haven't already.' At that moment he was pulled from his thoughts when he heard the sound of the door opening. Slowly it creaked open and standing there was his aunt. Her face bore a small frown almost, he actually couldn't believe his eyes at her expression of sadness in his direction. As she entered carrying a black trunk, as soon as she could she closed the doors and quietly moved to Harry.

"Harry" at that moment Harry almost ran, having heard his real name being said by his aunt for the first time, "I have something for you, it was left to me by my sister… for you. I hated my sister and that Potter, in my opinion he got her killed, and she was always the special one, the smart one, and married into a wealthy family. I was jealous of her most my life… but now I'd give it all up to see her one more time. I realize what mistakes I've made and I'm going to try to right it, starting today. She wanted you to have this. I don't know what's in it, not that I could if I wanted too." She finished, and laid the trunk in front of his bed and without a word she left. Harry curiously looked at the chest in case it was some sort of sick joke for his birthday, but it looked to be nothing but a black trunk.

'I wonder what they could have wanted me to have? I'm just… overwhelmed. She's never talked to me like that… like I'm a human. Well now I just need to know what's in the trunk' Harry thought while he ran his hand over the sleek black trunk. A lock was on the chest, a golden dragon. When Harry touched it the lock simply fell off. With a thud it hit the ground, and with a deep breath he opened the trunk. Inside the excitement ended swiftly as nothing happened. First, he noticed a large leather-bound book, the brown leather looked almost ancient, but was in fine condition. Secondly was an orange folder, the type he had seen his uncle receive in the mail. He decided it would be best to start with, he carefully opened it, afraid it may break in his hand. A letter was the first thing he pulled from the envelope. The parchment looked almost new and showed little signs of wear. He carefully opened it and began reading.

My baby,

If you're reading this, James and I are no more, and we died protecting you. I sorely hope this will never be read, and my sister will end up giving it back and maybe we could patch things up. Unfortunately, I don't see either of those things happening. So, if we died protecting you… we want you to know, your Mum and Dad love you so much, us dying for you was just us showing that. There is nothing in this world that we love more, you're our sunshine in this dark world. Don't ever think differently. Now before anything your father and I have some advice for you. Things happen the way they do, and everything happens for a reason. And no matter what happens we will be proud of the man that you become, and all the things you'll achieve. And not just as a wizard, you Harry, your heart. So, in this trunk we have left you the greatest things we could. To help you in life and so you won't feel so alone. Firstly, a key to your vault at Gringotts wizarding bank, located in Diagon Ally using the Leakey Cauldron. Go there and claim your inheritance. It will have money and deeds to the Potter properties. Instead of explaining it all out to you, our house elf can, call for the house elf, her name is Missy, she will be able to bring you anywhere you need. In the trunk is our photobook which has pictures of us, and our friends. Now, the important stuff. The most valuable thing in this is what lies beneath the black satin cloth, under it you will find the greatest gift we could ever bestow upon you. It's a dragon egg, but it's a special kind of dragon. Not a normal beast… it is like you and I, it has thoughts, feelings, and can speak. In times of old. Hundreds of thousands of years ago there was an order of those who rode dragons. They held peace throughout their land, foreign lands. They were magicians, warriors, and nobility. The Potters descended from them, this egg has sat in our vault since the last of the dragons died out. Its mother was Saphira, the oldest and strongest. She was the mother of their entire race. It will only hatch if it chooses you, so do not be disappointed if it doesn't (James was). But if it chooses you, the leather book called The Codex is enclosed. Handwritten by the greatest rider to ever live. Eragon Shadslayer. The book is charmed to be endless and in it is everything you'll ever need to know. I hope it hatches for you, a bond between a dragon and its rider is the most sacred bond there is. I think it could help you cope with our death Harry. This letter has gotten rather long and Padfoot is about to come over. Harry, we love you with all we have, good luck

Your Mother and Father

Tears started to fall onto the parchment which Harry quickly wiped to preserve it.

'Wizards? Dragons? This all sounds so crazy… but my mum wouldn't lie to me I know that. I guess I'll have to trust them.' Harry thought while he set the letter and the key from the envelope aside. He looked to the large round shape that took up half the trunk. Slowly he reached for the satin, the soft fabric in his hand he slowly pulled it off to reveal something beautiful. Under the cloth a stone, well he knew it to be an egg sat, it was a bright white, whiter than the brightest of lights. Veins ran along the sides, it was polished beyond anything he'd ever seen before. He wanted to touch it and feel the cool smooth stone in front of him. When he did immediately it started to quiver, the stone rocked.

'What's happening? Did I break it!?' Harry thought wildly. Then a crack appeared and another, and another. With a final rock the egg broke open. Immediately Harry could see the being inside. It was small, as small as his forearm. It was a pure white, with scales that glimmered in the dull light, almost blinding him. It had wings, webbed wings that were twice the length of the creature itself, and its eyes were a piercing blue. Like they could peer into his soul.

'So it hatched for me? Why me?' Harry thought while he carefully observed the dragon. It looked at him curiously before slowly slaking towards him. Harry slowly extended his right hand to touch the creature. It looked up to his hand and looked to want the touch. But when its snout touched his hand, instantly ice burst into his body, from his right hand to his chest before spreading through his entire body. It hurt, but no more than the beating he received for burning the bacon. A light blinded him when the touch occurred and his eyes went blurry. But he refrained from passing out. A moment later it was gone, as was the light. Although his eyes remained blurred. He took off his glasses to clean them but the moment he took them off he could see clearly. He put them back on and again his vision was blurry. Finally he took them off and set them on his night stand. The next thing he noticed was his head, it felt… different. Like someone else was a part of his thoughts. He could feel… hunger. But not his own, he looked to the little dragon whose eyes portrayed its hunger.

'How can I possibly feed it? What does it eat? How could I get it with my relatives?' Harry thought to himself. Then he remembered, "Missy!" He said excitedly. And then almost instantaneously a soft pop and standing in front of him was a creature he didn't recognize. It was about three feet tall with very large ears. Its eyes also were large and it was a greyish green color skin. It wore a red cloth that somewhat resembled clothes, much like what Harry wore.

"Master Harry! I finally be meeting you! I've missed the family so much!" She squealed.

"Shh, you need to be quiet so not to disturb my uncle." He whispered

"Yes master" she said with a smile

"Am I a wizard? What's a wizard? Were my parents wizards?" Harry shot her questions with speed.

"You are a wizard master, I can feel it. You don't know what a wizard is? You have magic. In a year you'll be going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There you learn how to do magic, like your parents and your grandparents on your fathers side. First off you'll need a wand, but you can't get one until you're eleven master. I can take you to your home, the last of the Potter properties that stands. First you'll be needing to go to the bank so you can get your inheritance. Then we can be going to your home and get away from these muggles. Which are non-magical people" Missy explained

"You can take me? Ok Missy, first I need you to take this trunk and my little friend there back to my house. And can you feed it something, meat I think." Harry started to explain

"Oh, yous be having a pet? Oh. a dragon? Master James always loved dragons. The estate is large and has wards against anyone who's looking for something out of the ordinary. Only wizards can see the magic. Otherwise it's just a large house. He'll be safe there I'm sure." Missy answered

"After that I need you to come back and take me to the bank." Harry asked.

"Yes master I'll be back fast" Missy said and disappeared with a pop. Harry decided to write his aunt and uncle a note before he left… forever.

Dear aunt and uncle

This is just me saying that I'm leaving, I will not be returning. My only thanks is for keeping me alive. I'm sorry that you two couldn't love me like a human being, your flesh and blood. My parents would've never treated your son the way you've treated me if the situation was the other way around. Goodbye… forever

Harry

Harry's messy letter was placed on his bed while he waited for Missy to return. Ten minutes later a soft pop was heard and she was back.

"Is master ready?" She asked. Harry took one last look at his room and nodded. With a soft pop he felt like he was being pulled through a tube. And suddenly he was standing outside a large white marble building bigger than he had ever seen in his life. On the front it read Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Missy lead him up the stairs. The room was rich with decoration and creatures that were similar to Missy sat at desks working. When he reached the front Missy did the talking.

"Master needs to enter his vault" Missy said to the teller. He looked up with his Beady black eyes.

"Key?" It asked simply. Harry nodded and dug through his pocket for the key. He showed it to the teller who nodded. Another one of the creatures came and motioned for him to follow. Down the ball into a room that held a train track. All three of them got into the cart and without warning the lever was pulled and they were flung with great speed down the shaft. Harry's hair swept back and he held on for dear life as the twists and turns threatened to toss him out of the cart. But soon it was stopped and the force almost threw him forward.

"Vault three hundred and forty seven, key please?" The goblin asked, extending his hand. Harry shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled the key out and handed it to the goblin. He nodded and put the key in the hole, with a click the sound of gears turning could be heard. And when it was finished the door swung open.

'That's all mine!?' Harry thought wildlife, inside stacks of gold lined the walls. Gold coins everywhere.

"This is your trust vault. It contains G75, 000 and is refilled monthly. Your main vaults won't be available until you're seventeen. We can offer you a bag that will allow you to pull from your vault when you need to." Harry nodded and the goblin withdrew a small leather bag and handed it to Harry. Harry thanked him and they were off. He made sure to get some pounds so he had what they called muggle money. Missy took Harry to a clothing store and they purchased him sets of clothes and fabrics so that Missy could sew him some. Next they went to the bookstore where Harry was close to buying the whole store before Missy told him his estate held one of the largest libraries in the world.

"Before we go to the estate, may I ask where it is?" Harry asked curiously. Missy looked surprised by the question before she answered.

"The Potter estate is in France master; their British homes were destroyed. It's a beautiful estate sir, one of the grandest. There are only a few that know of its existence. The family wanted it that way. There's plenty of woods for the young master's dragon to hunt. Plenty of books to read, six bedrooms, three bathrooms, and beautiful gardens. Master will love it!" Missy said excitedly.

'France! This is my first time leaving Surry! I'm sure Missy can help me' Harry thought to himself.

"Are yous ready master?" Missy asked. Harry nodded and with a snap of her fingers there was a pop and they were off. When he landed it was soft, the green grass filled his sight and the heat of France hit him.

"Is there some kind of cooling spell you could use? I'm really hot." he asked. She nodded and snapped her fingers and he was instantly cooled. Then he got a look at the large house. A light sky blue in color, it's walls were lined with many windows and the garden in the front was absolutely beautiful. White and red roses, lilies and sunflowers all over the front. Some short trees on the front lawn provided shade for reading or cloud gazing. He could only see one other estate within view and it wasn't even close in size, it was across the road, it was small but very beautiful.

"Welcome home Master!" She said excitedly. Harry smiled at her as she led them down the path towards the doors. Out of the corner of his eye he could spot two blond haired girls playing across the road. They looked at him with surprise. Instantly Harry could feel his connection with his dragon grow stronger. He could feel the loneliness coming from his dragon and sent over feelings of love for the young creature. He could feel the happiness that the creature received from this and how much calmer it was.

"Before anything, could you bring me to my dragon, he's lonely" Harry asked politely.

"Of course, master" Missy said leading him through the large doors towards the forest and gardens. The outside made him feel like he was actually in the forest, in the center was his small white dragon. He looked around curiously and took in the smells, which Harry too could smell. When it saw Harry it ran towards him and begun to use its claws to climb up his leg and to his shoulder. It settled on his shoulders and cuddled into his side. Missy then took him for the tour of his home. Meanwhile Harry decided to tell the dragon about himself, the conversation was one sided, but his mum wrote that it could talk but he figured it'd have to learn English first. There was a large dining room as well as a small breakfast nook in the corner. All of the furniture was light, and sun filled each room. A fireplace in the sitting room and the upstairs had the master bedroom which had a study connected to it. It also had its own large bathroom. His closest was filled with his new clothes, pictures of his family lined the walls, his parents and his grandparents in moving pictures. He was then showed the massive library which had shelves as high as the twenty-foot ceilings. They were categorized by subjects, history, dueling, charms, potions, and creatures. Anything he could think of was there. A desk sat in the corner with stacks of parchment and bottles of ink ready. This room took his breath away, he had longed to learn and to know everything. He had so many questions and finally a place he could get the answers.

"Will you be needing anything Master?" Missy asked happily. At that moment he could feel his stomach rumble and decided food would be great right about then.

"Could I have some dinner, something light please?" Harry asked politely. Missy nodded and with a snap she was off. Harry decided he'd look for a book that could help him understand wizards and magic. What he'd seen in Diagon Ally was amazing. People there had wands and had used magic. Some to fix things and others to carry things. It was beyond anything he could imagine… well other than a dragon that he was bonded to. Which reminded him of The Codex which was supposed to have all the answers. He'd wait until tomorrow to read that. The book he found looked like it would help him 'A Muggleborns Intro To Our World'. It was written for someone like him, who knew nothing. Harry to his dragon about all the things running through his brain. The dragon for its part just stared at him and tried to nudge the ink off the table. Harry laughed and moved the ink bottle while his little dragon tried to maneuver its way over to the ink. Harry was laughing hysterically at his dragon's behavior. He picked it up and looked it in the eye while sending it the message "No, no unnecessary messes for Missy, she's taking care of us" the dragon blinked twice and seemed to understand what he had said. Satisfied Harry sat him down, the white dragon looked to him and curled up in a ball and shut its eyes. Smoke bellowed from its nostrils as it snored away. Harry smiled and then continued to read through his book. Soon his dinner arrived, and it was the best thing he had ever tasted. It was a chicken and rice soup that made his mouth water, and fresh homemade bread with it. Harry's stomach was full, so he continued his reading and when the clock struck eight he got the biggest surprise he could think of right then. Missy popped into the room

"Yous be having visitors Master, shall I invite them in?" Missy asked

"Who are they?" Harry asked confused.

"They're the ones that live across the lane, the Delacour's. They've lived there for around thirty years now. I imagine they're surprised that someone was seen coming inside this house, so shall I let them in?" Missy explained to Harry.

"Sure, better be a good neighbor, I'll be right out" Harry said closing his book. Harry looked himself over and realized the rags he was wearing probably weren't suitable for visitors. He made his way upstairs and changed into some of his new clothes. Simple khaki pants and a white long sleeve. He made his way to the sitting room to greet his guests. He saw as he expected, the blonds from earlier and a woman who was obviously their mother. A slightly plump man who was their father, he had brown hair and a mustache that looked similar to the ones Harry had seen on television when he stole a glance.

"Hello young man! Would you introduce us to your parents?" He asked politely.

"I don't have any sir, it's just me sir, and my elf Missy." Harry answered sadly. The man looked taken aback by his answer.

"Could I ask your name young man?" The man asked politely.

"I'm Harry Potter sir. Do you not speak French either?" He said as politely as he could. His eyes widened when he told the man his name, before he laughed.

"Of course, I speak French, I am French. But your elf spoke English, so I assumed you were English. Harry Potter? I do not assume you are a liar but… can I see your forehead?" He asked as polite as he could for a question like that. Wordlessly he moved his hair and let the man see, when he saw the scar he was shocked.

"You're the Harry Potter, I can't believe he's my neighbor. I should be politer, my name is Paul, this is my wife Apoline and my daughters Fleur and Gabrielle. Have you been trained in the mind arts? You seem unaffected at their presence." Paul asked

"Um, I don't know what Mind Arts are sir, they're very beautiful though. But I'm not one to stare." Harry says sheepishly.

"Harry, they're Veela, a magical creature who have an allure so powerful that it can enthrall even the strongest of wizards. You being unaffected is so rare, we can hardly believe it. But we are pleased to meet you. We are very sorry about your parents. We weren't close to them, but we like to consider them friends. Well I have business to attend to I just wanted to say hello." Paul said with a small bow of his head. His daughter behind him, she was around his age maybe a year older looked at him confused before speaking up,

"May I stay and get to know 'Arry?" She asked her father in poor English.

"Ask him Fleur? He is the master of this house." Paul replied

"You can stay for a while, I don't really have any friends and the company would be nice." Harry said with a small smile. The French girl who had long blond hair smiled back, she had eyes of blue that Harry thought were beautiful. She was around his height but definitely was a year or two older than himself. Paul and Apoline nodded and they all went home after wishing him a good afternoon. When they left an awkward silence filled the room.

"'ow old 're you 'Arry?" She asked in her broken English. But it was enough that Harry could understand her question.

"I'm ten" he answered shyly, "and yourself?" He asked back. She smiled and replied

"I'm twelve" again there was a silence before Harry asked another question.

"Are you a witch as well?" She smiled and nodded, trying to save herself from an embarrassing lapse in English. "Do you go to Hogwarts?" He asked her next.

"No, I go to Beauxbatons" she replied. "I fear that we will not get very far in English, would you like to learn French?" She asked slowly so she could pronounce each word correctly.

"That would be wonderful actually, why don't you come two to four each day and teach me?" He replied. She nodded and the two looked at each other for a while before they spoke again. " 'Ell I need to get home, I will see you tomorrow?" She wanted to confirm. "Yes" he nodded. She gave him one last smile before she left.

'If I have to learn another language to make a friend I will' He thought to himself with a laugh. Harry made his way back to the story to find his dragon was now wide awake. He looked right to Harry before he heard it in his head

"Harry" he could hear the deep male voice in his head, Harry nearly fell over when it caught him by surprise. Harry decided it was for another day, his eyes grew more and more heavy and he doubted he had the energy to deal with his talking dragon now. Harry picked the little dragon up and carried him to bed. He shed his clothes and laid down on the cloud like bed. Missy must've known because she turned off the lights for him and within minutes he was fast asleep.

Sorry this was a short chapter. After this they will get longer. Leave a review!