Ch 1 A Fateful Encounter

'I've had it with this freak!' An overweight man with a walrus like mustache thought as he sped down an old country road. The freak in question was a young boy, no older than 4, with jet black hair and brilliant emerald colored eyes. However the young boy seemed gaunt and gangly with a fresh bruise on his arm. Vernon Dursley liked to think and show that he and his family were perfectly normal, and his nephew, Harry Potter, simply didn't fit his vision of a normal british family. After Harry made the clothes he was so generously given shrink to doll size for the 2nd time the man decided that enough was enough and dragged his nephew into his car. Vernon drove around, finally getting to think where to leave the 4 years old boy and then remembered a place called "the dragon hill" which was surrounded with fairy tales about dragon sighting.

"A fitting place to put a freak like him at" he chuckled as he started driving towards the hill. As they parked and Vernon began to drag his nephew towards the hill.

"Uncle Vernon please" Harry begged his eyes tearing at the corners "I'll behave don't leave me here" but his words fell on deaf ears.

"Listen here boy! I am not your uncle, and you are not wanted!" Vernon hissed as he threw the young boy onto the ground. As the two relatives talked another being watched the two interact, curious and interested in this little development. Harry desperate not to be left alone by his only family, Harry tried to cling onto the massively obese man. All that the boy got was a heavy slap to the face, causing the young one to stumble back and fall onto the ground.

"If you try to follow me home I'll make sure you regret it" Vernon threatened the young boy, his voice more venomous than a cobra. At this point the figure began to slither forwards, it's eyes now nothing more than angry thin slits. Vernon began to waddle back to the car but as he did the car moved, as if it was pulled. The obese man turned back to Harry, his face now looking more like a ripened tomato.

"Listen here freak, if you don't-"

"It wasn't the youngling you waste of flesh." A powerful yet soft voice echoed out, scaring not only Vernon but Harry as well,

"W-wh-who and what are you?" Vernon stuttered out as the rage in his veins began to drain.

"I am something your kind call a myth, a legend or just a simple fairy tale." The voice answered, a sense a joy began to be heard in the mysterious voice.

"That doesn't make any bloody sense!" Vernon yelled out as he began to look for the owner of the voice.

"It makes as much sense as it needs to." The voice countered sounding more joyous at Vernons torture.

"Show yourself you freak!" Vernon demanded his patience wearing thin and his cowardice starting to reach his maximum.

"Very well, but just be prepared." The voice warned the overweight man, soon the air began to shimmer and shift. In a few minutes what was once empty air was replaced with a huge beast with shiny green scales and a huge pair of green batwings. It was clearly quite obviously, a dragon and while Harry was shocked, Vernon had another reaction.

"Allright who's messing with us?" he shouted, "Are we being filmed because I'll have you know that I am a very important employee at a very successful company and we'll make you go bankrupt!" Harry looked at the dragon, he seemed quite amused, but of course, creatures like that weren't capable of having facial expressions, right?

"I must say for a human you are rather thick headed." The green dragon commented, it's smirk growing more.

"Listen here you sack of useless cloth and metal do you really think I'm dumb enough to fall for this?!" Vernon questioned actually believe dragons exist?"

"You should believe," said the dragon "after all could a useless sack of cloth and metal do this?" The dragon questioned as he lifted his tail and brought it down onto the car, turning into nothing more than scrap.

"If I can do that to a car, imagine what I can do to you." The dragon hissed out, it's eyes now glowing a sinister color. Vernon did something that would surprise even him, he began to run in the opposite direction of the dragon and his freak nephew, that beast could eat the freak for all he cares. Once the fat man was more than a good fifty meters the dragon turned to the young boy, looking at the boy with amusement.

"Now tell me what you are doing with a person like this?" The dragon questioned the young boy who's sight began to fade to black.