When the world found out about the existence of massive prehistoric creatures, it was the Japanese that pretty much said we told you so. As they had a massive 'statue' in the middle of Tokyo of a giant monster that everyone had been told that it was one of the new additions to the city to promote its own smash hit monster movie franchise. Turns out, after San Francisco, the world was forced to accept the existence of massive creatures that had ruled the world long before mankind had. It wasn't long after when more of these creatures were being spotted, which suddenly led to the realization that something was going on.

It wasn't until two years after San Francisco that the creature that showed up to destroy the M.U.T.O.'s resurfaced, killing off the 'Alpha' of the parasitic species, but not without suffering a massive wound that left its' back a boiling, smoking and radioactive hazard. One year later, the awakening event happened, causing all of the now named titans to awaken and attack the largest cities on planet Earth. It wasn't long before the one that instigated this was killed off, by the creature now called Titanus Gojira.

Or his other name…

Godzilla, the King of the Monsters.

Or, at least they thought it was the end of it. The beast that had ended the threat called Ghidorah had another secret, something that had been closely guarded since it was found out. Titanus Gojira was, in actuality, nothing more than a teenage boy called Harry James Potter. Nor did they know that he had only recently begun to learn of his place in the much more vast ecosystem that made up the Earth.

Not only did this cause much strain to the young man, but he also had to face problems in his own life. Time and again, his life would be put in danger in the place he would of called home but now, it was only a thinly veiled location of security and relief. Having just faced and survived the TriWizard Tournament before having to face off against Ghidorah, he had been pushed to the breaking point. Things would change, or he would force a change.

Harry James Potter opened his eyes, showing his reptilian emerald green-yellow slits before they turned into a more human shape. As he sat alone in the dilapidated park, the young wizard could only think on what had transpired over the summer months. After not only bringing back Cedric's body and a warning that Voldemort was back, but also saving the Earth itself from a massive cosmic hydra, the wizarding world had turned on him completely. Most of the articles were written by Rita Skeeter, which the magical populace had gobbled up as the truth and any naysayer would have been lynched if the Government had allowed it.

The latest article was all about his "delusional mindset" and "reckless magical oath" he had made moments after announcing the return of You-Know-Who. However, it seemed like this was more of a desperate ploy to try and ignore the magical oath, but, it seemed that some people weren't absolute morons and had taken his oath seriously. Which had led to an investigation and evidence that he had been right that someone had used a ritual to reform one's own body. Harry had a right old laugh as the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was forced to acknowledge that he, Harry, had been witness to a very dark ritual and faced a powerful wizard or witch.

That had been the only victory that Harry had won, the rest was slander and ridicule against him. They would learn eventually, he thought to himself, rising from the only remaining swing on the playgrounds' swing set. His feet took him back to his 'Relatives' house, on instinct, as his mind remained focus on his problems. He was pretty much alone at number four, Privet Drive, his 'friends' having refused to write anything back. Worse, they were keeping his beloved familiar, Hedwig, from returning! He had pretty much used a Ministry delivery owl to tell them that if Hedwig wasn't released from her imprisonment, he would use the Ministry to find her as she was his legal Familiar.

The Ministry had its uses, this was one of them. It was illegal to keep ones' familiar away from the Master against its' will, after all. But, it seemed that they hadn't listened and he finally sent a legitimate complaint to the Ministry about this. That had been a few days ago, which was probably the only thing that was good about them, they took magical familiar's seriously. Harrys' feet pounded the ground as he crossed under the bridge that connected Wisteria Walk to Little Whinging before he stopped dead.

The air was cold, icy even, the lights flickering before they shut off. His senses seemed to be muted for the briefest moment before he snorted, neon blue flame flying out of his nostrils. He growled deeply, rolling his shoulders back as his body filled out, gaining muscle mass and height. His clothing seem to have vanished as his body grew darker, scales forming over his human skin. Claws grew from his fingers as thick talons dug into the pavement under his feet. A long tail snaked out from behind him, as his face elongated into an animal's snout. Out of his back grew three rows of dorsal spines, the central one being the largest as Harry shook his body, growling loudly.

The cold backed off, his body radiating heat that made the intense cold retreat. The pitch black space around him was illuminated by the bright glow from his dorsal spines, blue beams shoving the darkness back. Harry looked around, using his senses to find the only things that could create this scenario, Dementors. His ears picked up, hearing the long, rasping, rattling breaths that announced the presence of the foul creatures. Widening his stance, he let out a guttural bark into the darkness as the breathing momentarily paused before the first creature appeared.

The Dementor floated above the ground, a long, withered cloak the only thing covering it. The hood showed none of its face as the skeletal hands that were covered in slimy, rotted skin, hung at its sides. The smell of it was worse, that of mold, rotten flesh and death. Harry hissed darkly, his dorsal spines flashing several times in warning. It didn't heed the warning, only drawing closer, arms lifting to wrap its corpse like fingers around its victims throat. Harry opened his jaws, as the air vibrated and hummed. Out of his maw surged a torrent of blue fire, not actual flames but pure radiation, striking the Dementor head on.

Despite popular belief in the magical communities, there were forces on planet Earth that not only counter Magic, but negate it and even leave once magically rich environments nothing more than barren wastelands. The Magical communities of Japan and America knew for a fact that radiation was one of those forces, as Magical representatives of the American Magical Congress had lost their magic for several months during the first testing of the Atomic Bomb. Japan knew it from when Hiroshima and Nagasaki were hit with the same weapons. Then it was reinforced when the Castle Bravo test was done, those magical representatives had been unable to use magic for several years afterwards.

The Dementor, being a magical creature, had no defenses against one of the natural energies that the planet produced. It shrieked in agony, its cloak instantly burning upon contact as its rotten flesh liquefied before evaporating. The foul thing tried to make an escape, shrieking loudly but it was struck down with another blast of the blue flame. Harry snarled as he quickly turned, roaring as his claws slashed the cloak of the second Dementor. It backpedaled, but didn't last as long as his fellow. Harry turned it to ash, its haunting shrieks hanging in the air for what seemed like an eternity before everything changed back.

Moon, stars, lights, sounds, everything returned to its natural state before Harry broke the night with a roar of victory. He shook himself before returning to his human body, shrinking and returning to normal in a matter of heartbeats. He was just about to turn for home when a feminine voice broke the night like a gunshot.

"Such bravery from the Alpha," The voice said, making Harry spin around, "when he didn't really need to show it."