This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Word Count: 2086

Title: Origin Of The Canadian Chatticus

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Warnings: Discrimination. Mentions giving birth.

Beta: Aya Diefair

Quidditch League:

[Team]: Pride Of Portree

[Position] Captain

[Theme]: Procrastination Thread

[Prompts]: [Creature] Dragon

[Theme] Book Club

[Prompts] [colour] Blue

Hogwarts

Assignment 8: Geology: Geological Formations: Task #2 - Ha Long Bay, Vietnam: Write about a dragon (can be in a human form as long as it's clear they're a dragon).

A long time ago, before Hogwarts was even an idea, during the time of Merlin and Morgana; this is where our tale begins. Often Wizards wonder where the Canadian Chatticus originated from, a creature so unique, and so rare, that Wizards made it their life's work to protect the remaining ones. The Canadian Chatticus is the only dragon in existence to be capable of human speech, but they weren't always.

Once upon a time, there was a large male dragon, he was purple, and he had been sent into exile because of a mutation upon him that made him different from the rest of his group. His mother had begged them not to send him away, but the dragon, named Spyro, was sent away, his mother's large blue eyes filled with tears as she said her final farewell.

Spyro lived by himself in a cave, and was very timid and fearful of humans. He had heard many bedtime stories about humans with long swords who sought out the dragons, killing them and stealing their treasures. Spyro shuddered. He looked across his cave filled with gold and grinned, they wouldn't be able to find him. He would be safe from those foul monsters as long as he stayed out of sight.

It was one evening that everything changed, he felt a rumbling sensation in his stomach and decided it was time to venture out into the cool air, he needed to find some food. There was a lake not too far from his cave, so he flew down, making sure to circle around before landing near the water. He didn't see anyone and he speculated it would be safe to look for some fish.

He stuck his head into the water, using his large blue eyes with their amazing night vision to spot a tasty fish swimming nearby. Trout was his favourite fish, and he often preferred it over the others.

He looked around; then startled, blowing out bubbles through his large nose. He saw the face and body of a mortal woman in the lake, her whole body was flailing, and she seemed to be trying to keep her head above water, clearly not very successful. He pulled his head quickly from the water. He had his fish, and was about to fly away when he heard the woman let out a shriek. Was she in danger? His curiosity overwhelmed him and he paused to check on her.

"Please save me," she spluttered. "I can't swim." It certainly seemed like she was telling the truth, her arms were splashing for her to keep her head above water. He put down his trout carefully, but quickly, and pulled her from the water with his forearms. She laid there, spluttering and she grinned at him.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Spyro just nodded. He wasn't sure if he could turn his back on her, so he quickly grabbed his fish before she decided she wanted it. She smiled at him and pulled a wet stick from her long dress. She whispered a few words, and a fire burst to life Spyro took a few steps back. Oh no, this strange woman knew magic. Scorcessers were even worse than normal humans. His eyes went wide. She said another word, and out of thin air, there was a pan with a sizzling fish on the fire. Spyro knew he should just leave, but he wanted to know how she did that. She just made a fish appear, that was a handy trick. If he could do that, he would never have to leave his cave.

"I won't hurt you," she said softly, her long black hair was still wet and tangled across her face.

"You won't?" he asked her in Dragonnese. Although all dragons could understand mortals, not all mortals would understand Dragonnese. He wondered if she would.

"I don't speak Dragonnese," she said, almost as if she understood what he had asked her. His large face pulled into something of a frown. "Pass me your fish."

Spyro was offended, but he was wary of this woman, so he handed it over, nuding it towards her with his nose, but still standing quite a distance away. She took his trout and put the other fish into a plate before dropping his fish into the pan.

She was quiet for a while before she did the same process with Spryo's fish.

"Try this," she said, tipping his trout onto the floor.

Spyro sniffed it before taking it, it was warm. He was half-worried that the woman had poisoned it, but it smelled okay, so he ate it. He enjoyed having warm fish, and he smiled at the woman before flying off, making sure to do a couple of loops so she didn't find his cave. He went home, when he reached the entrance to his cave, he wondered if he would be able to make fire before shaking his head. He was a dragon, of course he could make fire. Perhaps next time he could warm up his own fish.

The next day, he stuck his head out of the cave, wondering what happened to the woman. She was still there, and she seemed to be sitting by the side of the lake, making no effort to leave. Spyro sighed. What did she want from him?

Weeks passed, and soon Spyro needed to go down to the lake again. This time, the woman followed him back to his cave. He gave her a spot to sleep and woke up every half hour to make sure she hadn't stolen anything. The friendship between them took ages, as Spyro had been taught never to trust humans. The next morning, she was gone, and when he woke up to check, all his treasures were still there. A part of Spyro felt reluctant to have the woman leave, but when she returned again a few hours later with fish, he smiled, and he made a fire before she could pull out her stick.

"My name is Adelade," the woman said. She was smiling as she worked on cooking the fish for them. "I wish you could speak English."

Spyro didn't know what to say to this, even though they had found a simple way of communicating, he couldn't ask her why she wanted him to speak English, why couldn't she just learn Dragonnese instead? It would be much simpler for a mortal to learn his language.

"Perhaps we can teach each other?" she asked him. Spyro frowned. A dragon speaking English? Dragon's didn't have the capability to converse with human speech, he wondered if this sorceress had bumped her head. She grinned at him. "I have been working on a spell, you see," she began, "that can make a creature capable of human speech."

Spyro frowned at her, using his big blue eyes to stare at her stick in indignation.

"I won't, not unless you want to talk to me too," Adelaide insisted.

She told him how she had run away from home, her husband had found out she was a witch (which Spyro assumed was just another name for sorcerer), and was going to let the townspeople burn her alive. Spryo shuddered, he understood being exiled, but at least his family never wanted to kill him. I mean, other than uncle Barnabus, but his father had stopped that train of thought as soon as it occurred to his tribe. Adelaide decided as a shortcut, she would work on creating a spell to have her transform into a dragon, this way she could speak to him more easily. She became his exact replica, and Spyro had to be careful not to think of her as a dragon, as she spent a lot of time as one during the first month. She called it an Animagi. That was until one morning, Adelaide became sick, and she refused to transform into her dragon form anymore.

Adelaide started to gain weight, and her clothing seemed to be smaller around her waist, Spyro went out to gather sheeps wool and took it to her. Adelaide smiled at him, making a dress from the materials he brought. When she became too large to walk without difficulty, Spyro realised it was his job to provide them with food and material. She told him she was pregnant, it seemed that before her husband had found out what she was, they had indeed consummated their marriage. He could understand that well enough. He felt himself growing fond of Adelaide, and stepped into the role of parental figure very easily. He didn't believe he would ever find a mate and have babies, but his best friend was going to be a mother, and he felt her excitement.

She learnt enough Dragonnese to be able to speak to him in short sentences. "Food, fish, again?" she asked in broken Dragonnese. Spyro smiled. "Okay, I'll go search for meat," he replied. He knew living on fish for a mortal would make her weak, and he didn't want her giving birth to weak younglings.

He went out, and he saw an injured lamb with her mother, he felt sick to his stomach. This was for Adelaide. He insisted to himself, the mother had left, realising her lamb wasn't going to survive, and Spyro used one talon to put the poor thing out of its misery. He carried the lamb back to his cave, feeling slightly sickened by what he had to do. After dropping off the carcass in the cave, he went back to the lake, he even found some creatures growing on the rocks. They were new, he had noticed the water had joined up with the ocean, and different creatures began inhabiting the waters around his cave. He pulled one from the rocks and popped it into his mouth, it had a salty, slimy texture, and he thought to grab a couple more for Adelaide when he returned back to their home.

"Eat," he said, passing her a large paw filled with the oysters.

She grinned. "What are these?" Spyro just shrugged. He had never seen them before. She removed one from the shell, slurping it down. "Slimy," she said, pulling a funny face.

Spyro was surprised she liked it. But he supposed their options were rather limited. When it was time for Adelaide to give birth, she mentioned how humans usually only have one baby, but Spyro already knew she was having twins. He was excited for their little tribe to expand, and he went to gather the softest leaves for her to give birth on.

Spyro gave Adelaide her privacy, leaving her alone for more than twenty four hours, he didn't think he could cope with watching her during that process, so he was glad she chased him out of the cave as soon as her contractions started.

A couple of days later, he finally returned. He made sure she had kept enough food, sleeping beneath the open night sky wasn't his favourite pastime, but he was sure it was better than the alternative.

He went inside and smiled. On the ground lay Adelaide with two small pink bundles by her side.

"Spyro," Adelaide said in English. "Meet our new arrivals, Helena and Rowena."

"Girls?" he asked. She nodded with a small smile.

"Two girls."

Once the twins were a little bit older, both Spyro and Adelaide took it upon themselves to teach one language to the infrants. Adelaide started transforming into her dragon form again, but it upset the twins, who didn't understand. Finally, Spyro agreed that she could do the spell on him so that he could speak English.

He never forgot Dragonnese, but once he finally found a mate, Adelaide did the spell upon her as well so that the next generation of their offspring would speak both Dragonnese and English. His mate eventually became accustomed to having humans running around their home. As Helena and Rowena grew, they also learnt to become Anmagi, and also got taught the spell to teach dragons English. It was a very complex spell, and neither girl ever managed to use it successfully, but Adelaide and Spyro would have never known that having it in his blood would cause it to be carried on to all his descendants.

And a couple of years later, that was how the first batch of Canadian Chatticus's were born. It was a full litter of six, and upon their birth, they were capable of both English and Dragonnese.