Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make any money off of this story. No copyright infringement is intended.

Okay people I know, I know I haven't finished my other stories *covers face* I just haven't been getting a lot of inspiration. When I started Fighting for my girl I lost inspiration and then I started Find light in the dark and I found it again. Hopefully this will have the same effect so I can once again find my muse.

This is a Dracken Story. I got permission from the original author Beautiful Kaos to give it a go. I hope you all like it. I saw her idea plus what Starlight massacre did and I L-O-V-E it. Hopefully I can do it justice.

I've changed the story from Harry to Hermione. The story is also told in first person, I apologize guys as I am not very good when it comes to third. Maybe I will try a story in third person...just not today.

This is absolutely the most beautiful bathroom I've ever been in. Bloody hell, who lives here? The queen of England? I suddenly feel the urge to pee. I take a seat on the porcelain throne and...

I jerked awake. Great, I almost peed myself. What a beautiful way to start my birthday. I stared down at my pillow and noticed a small spot of drool when my eyes eventually adjusted.

Drool,always a sign of a good night sleep; or in my case a potion induced sleep. Sleeping potions had become a staple in my nightly routine ever since the war. So many casualties, so many lost friends.

As soon as the thoughts came I banished them away. I'd spent too many nights in tears thinking about that bloody war. I'd spent too much money on mind healers to even begin to revert to the catatonic state I was in post the second wizard war where I literally pulled my wand on my own shadow from time to time. I was paranoid, always looking over my shoulder. I still am.

It had been two years, I needed to move on. I needed to let go. I could never forget the nobles who fell for the cause, but I still had to move on with my life. I'd tried, but the war has changed me, it had aged me in a sense. I was still the know it all who wanted to know everything there was about anything, but, I'd become more sceptic, less trusting... And I won't even kid myself on this one, I'd become a lot more bitchy as well.

I was trying though, I really was. My musings were interrupted once again by a strong urge to pee. I stretched slightly. My elbow came in contact with a soft yet firm surface. I had my back turned to what ever it was.

In seconds, I'd reached under my pillow, withdrew my wand and cast a confringo over my shoulder.

"Son of a bitch!" I screamed as a searing pain hit my...my...truly I'm not sure what got hit. I spun around, jumped to my feet in a very Kung fu like motion that Bruce lee himself would have been proud of, wand in hand, protego already cast, assault spell on the tip of my tongue, ready to defend myself from my attacker.

I lost balance. I fell painfully off the side of my bed to my bum. The contact caused me to grunt.

"Show yourself!" I screamed into the darkness ignoring the pain on my bum. I heared shuffled footsteps racing up the hallway towards my room. The door bursted open.

There, in the doorway, was my dad in his pajamas with some sort of assault rifle and my mom behind him wielding a machete. They frantically searched the room with their eyes with the limited hallway light. I did too.

"Where is my daughter!" I heard my father shout viciously.

"Kill it! Kill it Harold!" My mother shouted. I looked towards them and notice my dad's weapon was pointed right at me.

"D-Dad..w-what are you doing?" I plead. They both startled. My dad's eyes became slits as he adjusted something on his weapon his face looked even more determined.

"I will ask you again beast, where is my daughter?" He spat viciously.

"Daddy, what are you talking about? It's me." I plead again, utterly confused.

I never thought this day would come again. I thought that after I had taken and then given back my parents memories that that would be the last time I raised my wand to them...but my only option was clear, I must.

My parents had clearly gone off of the deep end. I must have messed up the memory spell. I quickly cast a wordless Incarcerous and they both were bounded by ropes. My mother screamed as they both struggled to get away.

I quickly stood and found myself once again off balance. I grabbed hold of my mattress to steady myself. My mothers screams were giving me a head ache and I was afraid that she'd wake the neighbours. A silencing charm did the trick. I quickly cast a silencing charm on them both. I was definitely on a roll today. A roll of breaking my own rules. I sighed.

A homenum revelio was then cast and it seemed as if the coast was clear. My parents and I were the only ones here. I'd have to cast extra enchantments around the house and what not.

The urge to pee hit me again and I hurried to my bathroom. How could I even think about peeing when I just found out my parents were mentally ill and probably needed to be checked into St. Mungos.

As I hurried though the bathroom door I was thrown back on my bum. I felt like I'd been clothes lined minus the clothes line.

"What the fu-" I muttered trying to look over my shoulder. I stood again frustrated and quickly looked behind myself. Something white caught the corner of my eye. I kept spinning around like a dog chasing it's tail trying to get a look at it.

Finally, I remembered that my closet door was mirrored. I took a moment to steady my head that was dizzy from all the chasing I was doing. I flipped the light switch on and promptly screamed.

I was about to hex whatever the creature was until I realize that that creature was none other than yours truly. My feet automatically made their way over to the mirrors without my permission. I gaped in shock at the reflection before me.

Same old Hermione who just recently grew into herself about three years ago. Same five foot two and a half girl, with C-cup breast, a tiny waist, and too round hips. Same tanned skin, bushy kinky-curly hair, chocolate colored eyes, and plump pink lips. That was all the same, what was different was the small wing like appendages that somehow resembled fairy or nymph wings.

Each wing was about three feet across on each side, and a pure silky looking white in color. A glare reflected off of the mirror and I noticed then, that on my cheeks, and splattered across my nose were translucent white-ish silver scales. I also noticed a few patches on my hands and feet.

I could only gape in awe at the reflection. The sheer beauty in the mirror. My hair I also noticed was now waist length rather than the standard mid back length I was used to.

"Christ on a crutch" I found myself muttering. I looked around, not knowing what to do with myself and only then did I noticed my eyesight was immaculate, a lot better than when I went to bed last night. I shouldn`t be able to see the dust motes this well in the dark.

I thought for a second and the words `Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes` crossed my mind. Maybe this was one of their experiments that they neglected to tell me about. It was a stretch...a far stretch. After we'd lost Fred in the war George had been less enthusiastic about...well anything at all these days.

His wife had been helping him with the business and business was good, but George emotionally was a far cry from it. I doubted that this was his doing, but I could think of nothing else at the moment.

I looked in the mirror again and wondered if I should take a trip to St. Mungos to get checked out. I took another moment to ponder, but decided against it. I'm a more than competent witch. I'd figure something out. Hopefully.

I wondered if I could move the wings. As soon as I thought about it, they fluttered. I jumped, startled. I tried again. They flexed this time. I had to wonder if I'd have to walk around with these or if they would go away. As soon as I thought it, the wings shot directly into my back. Painfully. A pained whine escaped my throat.

I spun around and searched my back for them in the mirror. The only evidence left to suggest they were there were two big bloody holes in the back of my tattered Quidditch t-shirt.

Interesting, I thought about seeing them again, and they shot out in a bloody mess with a slight pain. I scrunched my face and willed them away. I assumed the same went for the scales.

My asumption was correct as they dissapered as soon as I willed them away. I took a deep calming breath as I tried to think of what to do next.

Movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I turned towards it and noticed my parents faces were slack in awe. I forgot about them.

I made my way over. "Please don't shout, and don't attack me. I'm just as confused and as shocked as you all are okay?" They stared at me for a few seconds and then at each other and nodded. I cast a finite Incantatum and released them from their silence and ropes.

"Oh Hermione darling come here. We're so sorry." My mother grabbed me in a fierce hug as a few tears escaped my eyes. Before I knew it, I began to sob. I was not used to not knowing or being this confused, I was usually the one with the answers and not knowing was a scary place for me. A place I didn't like to visits very often. My cries soon turned to laughter.

How could I laugh at a time like this? I'd finally gone mad. I couldn't help myself as I remembered how my parents came into my room armed and ready.

"Where did you get those weapons?" I asked as I continued to laugh. My father let a chuckle slip. He knew well that the rifle was illegal.

"We bought them after you gave back our memories. If that mug voldie what ever showed up we'd give him what for." My dad said seriously. I took a step back and looked at them. I knew then where my bravery came from.

"I know you told us he's dead but you said he came back once...and you never know. Better safe than sorry." My mother said seriously.

I'd tried to ignore my new findings all day. I had caught myself literally wanting to stretch my wings a few times today. I restrained myself always at the last second.

I was a healer in training at St. Mungos. The healer in me was telling me to consult a senior healer about my little...problem if you could call it that. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I'd been crowded all day. It was my 20th birthday and I'd been getting; cards, well wishes, and presents.

I had lunch with a few friends where I literally had to fight myself not to say anything. I wanted to do research of my own first before I went blabbing off about this. I was not sure if my...condition was good or bad yet.

Thankfully the day ended without me showing off anything I wasn't supposed to. I gratefully flooed home.

As soon as I emerged from the fire place I smelled something absolutely mouthwatering. My feet carried me there before I even thought about it.

I found myself looking through the rubbish. The only thing I found in it was a bit bloody paper that some sort of fat was wrapped in along with the little piece of material they put at the bottom of meat that you buy from the store to soak up the excess blood. Yuck. My stomach turned at the sight even though the smell was appealing.

"Hermione, are you home darling?" I heard my mother call from upstairs.

"Yeah!" I shouted as I made my way over to the apparently forgotten pot and turned off the burner.

"Come here, I found something I think you might want to know about!" I took a spoon and scooped some of the food out of the pot and into my mouth burning it in the process. I tried to cool it whilst getting burned by huffing on it.

I found myself thinking about how much better it would be if the steak had been a little more rare. Yuck...what? I hated rare or bloody foods.

I took the stairs two at a time and made my way to the library. I didn't know how I knew she had been here...it was like I'd sensed her presence. That along with the fact that I could strangely smell her unique scent.

I opened the door to the vast library, which was bigger than my parents master bedroom. My mother, like myself, loved to read. I noticed that she was in the magical things sections.

My mother had became very interested in magic after I restored her memory. She constantly badgered me to buy books from diagon alley for her to read. I didn't mind. I loved that she was interested in the other side of me.

"Look at this." She literally shoved the book into my face as I reached her. I took the book from her hands and glanced at the front cover.

It read; Magically creatures A-Z By Utopia Pince. She had somewhere in the 'D' section marked off with a book marker. From the looks of it, it was just a tiny section.

Drackens (Dragon Kind.)

Taxonomy:

Kingdom:Anamalia

Phylum:Chordata

Order: Dragon Kind/Primates

Class: Reptilia/Mammalia

Family: Hominidae/Varnidae

Genus: Homo/Varanus

Species: Homo Sapiens and Dragon

Little is known about Drackens as they are a rare breed. These magical creatures are believed to be extant but barely so. It is believed that their blood is diluted due to mating with humans so as to avoid detection.

Drackens are wanted by wizards for the purpose of spells and potions. Their internal organs, scales, and wings have proven to be very potent and important for rituals potions and spells. They have also been hunted to find out more about their species as well as to conduct various experiments.

The Dragon kind has been classed as both dark and benign creatures in certain Jurisdictions. In the Caribbean, Italy, Africa, Central, and South America they are classed as benign and the rest of the world classes them as Dark creatures.

They have been classed as dark creatures in certain jurisdictions because of their protective instincts. A dominant protects his mate and child(ren), and a submissive protects their child(ren). It is suspected that there are about one hundred Drackens at most left in the world. However this is just a speculation as they have become very secretive and adept and concealing themselves as well as living amongst humans.

There are two kinds of Drackens. The dominant Dracken and the submissive Dracken;

Dominant Drackens are innately male, though there are few recorded cases of female Dominants who are believed to be either a fluke or an adaptation of the species in order to survive and keep the dracken bloodline strong. Over the years, there have been many adaptations of the dragon kind though we do not know of them all.

Dominants are generally larger, more agile, fierce, and vicious than their subordinates. A dominant dracken will strive to protect and provide for their mate and child(ren).

Dominants are said to be possessive and at times overbearing when it comes to their subordinate. Often times a dominant will be even more vicious and territorial when their submissive has succumb to their 'heat cycle', is pregnant, or giving birth.

A dominant dracken is, as their name suggests, `dominant`, and this is the role they play in their mateships. A dominant dracken will punish his submissive if need be. (See section on punishments on the following page, 238)

A submissive dracken is generally female, but like Dominants can also be male. This again is rare. Submissive Drackens are not able to carry the children of human males, a submissive who has mated with a human will become barren (proven by experimentation). It is not known if a submissive is able to give birth to a non human males child(ren) (E.g veelas, werewolves, vampires etc.)

On the other hand, a dominant dracken is fully able to impregnate a non-dracken (or get pregnant for a non dracken in the case of female dominant drackens.) Two dominant Drackens are able to reproduce while two submissives are not.

Submissives, though small, in most cases can be just as ferocious and violent as their dominant counterpart, especially when they are protecting their young. The majority of killings by submissives, were as a result of submissives protecting their young (they may go as far as to kill their own dominant if they feel that their dominant is a threat to their young).

In some cases a submissive will require more than one dominant to impregnate him/her.

Drackens in general are adaptable, and strong. Dominant drackens, while in their dracken forms, are resistant to most magical advances, unless hit in an unscaled area (no easy feat as dominants are heavily scaled). `Avada Kedavra', 'Feindfyre' and curses of that nature do not have this limit, and can penetrate their scales. They do, however, succumb to physical weapons which are used most of the times by wizards to capture and harvest Drackens as some organs should be harvested from a live dracken for a higher level of potency. The reason behind this spell deflection is that when dominant drackens are in their dracken form; their tough skin, and scales reflect magical advances, they are a lot more vulnerable in their human form.

As a result of the high level of protection possessed by dominant drackens, submissive drackens became the dracken of choice when hunting, as their scale cover is minimal, and as a result, they are more susceptible to magical advances.

As a result of this weakness, the population of submissive drackens were depleted long before that of dominant drackens, and it is suspected that this lack of submissives triggered a bred in adaption of some later submissives to require more than one mate, as their ancestors had taken to having several due to the unbalanced numbers of dominant to submissive drackens.

Important features of the dragon kind:

Scales/Wings:

Dominant Drackens:

-Scales that cover about ninety percent of their body.

-Wings that are covered completely with scales. Their wings are spaced about an inch apart and their wingspan range on average from fifteen to twenty-five feet. The bigger the dominant the bigger their wings. Dominants can use their wingspan and thickness to attract a submissive.

-Dominant dracken wings come in a wide variety of colours; some solid colours, some colours that fade from one to the other, and sections of colours at random.

Submissive Drackens:

-Scales that cover a small of their bodies (20-30%) . Their wings like that of the Dominants are covered in their entirety with scales. Their spacing like their dominant counterparts are about an inch apart with a wingspan of, on average, five to fifteen feet.

-Pre-mating, a submissives wings are white, but will later gain pigmentation according to their dominant(s) wing colour(s).

Scales and wings can be retracted into the Drackens body.

Fangs/Claws:

Both submissive and dominant drackens have fangs and claws. Dominants, however, have much larger fangs and claws than their submissive counterpart. Submissive claws make up for what they lack in size with acidic properties, and in some cases, their claws are even poisonous.

Fangs and claws like wings can be retracted into the Drackens' body.

Breeding Cycles:

A submissive Dracken will go into heat a few times per year. Not all heat cycles are are fertile ones. Some heat cycles can last from a few hours to two weeks depending on the submissive. During a submissives heat period, a dominant will make it their utmost priority to continuously copulate with their submissive to ensure impregnation.

Pregnancy:

The gestation period for a submissive Dracken is approximately seven to ten lunar months depending on the individual dracken.

During pregnancy, dominants will feed their magical essences to their submissive via ejaculation, spit, or blood (In most cases ejaculating orally, vaginally or anally). This is said to keep the child(ren) growing healthy and strong.

Symptoms of Dracken pregnancy include; the standard pregnancy symptoms of witches; breast soreness, nausea, irritability, mood swings, head aches, minor colds, cravings, swollen feet, accidental magic.

Birthing:

Birthing varies from submissive to submissive, most prefer to give birth without their Dominants present, while others do not. In most cases submissives give birth alone because dominants become a hindrance and annoyance as they tend to coddle when seeing their submissive in pain which is, in some cases, a hindrance more than help.

Some submissives require high dark places to give birth, while some are perfectly comfortable at home. A submissive can give birth to single or multiple children at a time. The most recorded was seven-

I immediately slammed the book shut. I simply could not read another word. What the bloody hell was I? All of a sudden I wasn't human anymore? This couldn't be right, it just couldn't!

Dark creatures, multiple children, fangs, claws, and a dominant...or dominants.

So basically this book was saying that not only was I not human, but according to the descriptions, I was a submissive dracken. Submissive? That was never a word I thought that I would ever use in any sentence to describe myself, not in a million years. I Hermione Granger, war hero, and a strong independent woman, submissive? NEVER.

I was not a subordinate and I would not submit to anyone. Submissive? Hah! Not in my lifetime. I chucked the book gracelessly onto the table top and left the room with many thoughts racing through my head.