AN: Here I am again with the Dragon Keeper SAGA! See, I actually have five different versions of this chapter, but this seemed the best. Sorry if Draco gets a little OOC at the end but hey, with everything that happened in the sixth book don't you think that he'd be under a loooot of emotional stress? So! I'm back with a chapter I'm actually almost happy with!

Harry, Hermione, and Ginny watched in horror as Draco managed to get up onto his feet his skin slowly morphing into silvery scales. He stumbled backwards trying to get away from them as he clutched at his shirt trying to dull the pain that was spreading across his body. As his consciousness battled weakly against that seductive voice in his mind and the pain ripped apart his flesh a memory long forgotten forced itself into Draco's mind eye:

TWELVE YEARS AGO

A five year old Draco sat patiently in a chair while his father stood with crossed arms in front of him, his wand tapping his chin in thought.

"I just can't think of an animal to suit you Draco," he said finally. "All mortal animals just don't have your personality, and I can't find a mark of an immortal creature within you."

"I like foxes, daddy," Draco offered. "And Dragons."

"Your namesake," Lucius smiled slightly at his immature son. "Lets see if Narcissa had any sense while naming you, my boy."

With a flash of light Draco could sense his father exploring his mind, probing it for any signs of a spirit deep within him. He jumped as he touched something deep within him.

"Daddy?" he asked as Lucius stared at him in disbelief. "What's wrong?"

"Its time I told you of something that happened long ago to one of my ancestors. Have you ever heard of the Dragon Keepers? No? Well, that stands to reason. Let me tell you:

"A long time ago there lived a prince named Alexander Malfoy who's father ruled over three islands now sunk dee below the sea. This prince set out on a mission to find a cure for his sick mother. He traveled all over the kingdom, going to every wizard, witch, and medicine practitioner he could find.

"Eventually, he wandered deep into the northern mountains where no man had ever set foot before. It was here, after Alexander had lost all hope, his best horse, and was half dead from starvation, that he was found by a female dragon only six feet from snout to the tip of her rail, the color of silver fire with flames dancing in her eyes.

"She nursed Alex back to health for the next ten years and taught him everything she knew of old dragon times and magic. During those ten years everything crumbled within Alexander's father's kingdom. First, upon believing that Alex had perished in the mountains the queen died and the king surrendered his throne to someone he thought capable of maintaining the line of Malfoys in power.

"But alas, the king's trusted successor, his own brother, killed the king the very next day. He ruled over the throne, corrupted it and the country, and aroused the anger of all the dragons living near the capital, including the bull of a silver pack.

"Meanwhile Alexander was nearly completely recovered and his time was growing to a close with his adoptive mother for ten years. After she explained that he was like a son to her, seeing as her son had been born dead, Alex promised that the least he could do for her was find better living conditions on the main island.

"With those words said he set forth from the mountains and in three months he arrived in the barren wasteland that had become of the capital. As he walked through the village and saw the poor, tax driven villagers her wondered how his father had let it become so bad. When he learned of his parents demise years before and the corruption of the crown he rushed to the nearest church in rage.

"'I beg you,' he prayed, kneeling at the base of a statue of the gods his people worshiped. 'Give me the power to bring this country peace! Give me an army to cleanse the crown! I don't care what kind of power there is to give me, be it bad or good, but please, give me the power to avenge my father!'

"And the gods did, they gave him an army, they gave him a power. The power of Ryuujin, the Dragon King. He could call dragons from shadows, he could transform into one, but there was also a dark side to this power. Once he completed his goal, Ryuujin took over his mind and his body, transformed him into a half dragon beast. The Malfoy line only continued because of a rape of a pureblood wizard. But we carry the blood of the Dragon Keeper in our veins."

"Why did you tell me that now daddy?" Draco asked.

"Because it was also written, that Ryuujin would arise once more, to bring to the world what happened to those islands," Lucius explained to his young son.

"What happened to them?" Draco asked.

"Total, destruction."

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The fire engulfed Draco, seared through his veins as the scales spread from his heart along his body. His fangs grew to an enormous size as well as his fingernails. Two wings tore through the skin of his back as his eyes snapped open, glowing blood red.

"Ginny!" Harry yelled to his girlfriend. "Get out of here! Get Dumbledore or Hagrid if you can!"

Ginny nodded and with one more frightened look in Draco's direction took off.

Ron, Hermione, and Harry all took out their wands and prepared to face whatever Draco was becoming.

With a final agonized screm a white light engulfed Draco's entire body.

When the light faded a small dragon was standing in his place. Growling territorially smoke drifted upwards out of his nostirls as his wings spread out beside him.

"Draco?" Hermione asked softly stepping forward.

The dragon whined and backed up beating his wings in alarm.

"He's scared," Hermione realized. "I think Draco's still in there."

"Wait," Ron said eyeing the dragon uncertaintly. "You mean to tell me that that things, Malfoy?"

"Yeah," Harry agreed with Hermione. "Cover me if he freaks out."

Hermione and Ron nodded and got in front of Harry slowly.

"Accio Firebolt!" Harry yelled raising his wand.

Draco reared in alarm and opened his mouth. Three three stared in alarm at him.

"No way," Ron said with a high pitched voice.

There was a clicking from the dragon's throat and the three Gryffindors dove out of the way as fire shot at the spot they were just standing.

Harry coughed as the smoke drifted over to him and above the frantic whining and clicking of Draco he heard the whistling sound of his Firebolt zooming towards him. With a running start and a small jump he mounted the broom and quickly zoomed up around the head of the dragon. It hissed at him and flapped his wings rocking his body as he took a stiff take off trying to fry Harry in the process.

"C'mon Draco!" Harry yelled at the dragon. "i know you're still in there!"

The dragon screeched and dove at him trying to bite off his arm now.

'C'mon Harry,' he thought to himself as he avoided Draco's fire and attacks. 'Think, think.'

Suddenly he realized what he had to do.

"The wind blew at the woman harshly hugging her skirt to her legs as she stumbled blindly forward aching," he stopped shouting the lines from Draco's manuscript at the dragon and took a breath before continuing, "to see her lover on the rise of the hill before her!"

The dragon paused in its attacks and Harry thought he saw a flicker of gray in the blood red eyes of the dragon.

"I know," Harry continued lowering his voice a little now that the dragon was listening to him. "Why you cry at night, Damia, don't ever leave my side. Stay with me always. Don't give in," Harry said both quoting the story and speaking directly to Draco, "to the beast within you, never let it control you, think you are weak. I know you, and this isn't who you are, this isn't who you want to be."

Harry Potter and the dragon looked at each other for a total of five seconds. Although to Harry, Ron, and Hermione it felt much longer. Then the dragon's eyes widened and the red quickly melted to gray and with one last pitiful heave of its wings he closed his eyes and fell to the ground shrinking and morphing back into the blonde on the way down. Harry reacted almost immediately and followed the Dragon's fall until he fully transformed back into Draco's form where he caught him on his broom. Landing as well as he could with his knees and legs he dismounted the broom and Ron helped him hoist Draco up onto his back.

"We need to get him back to the castle," Harry explained to Hermione who nodded.

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A week later Draco opened his eyes slowly to the bright light of the hospital wing. Rubbing his head and groaning he sat up groggily.

"Feeling better, young man?" Madame Pomfrey said from where she was shelving her healing potions.

Draco blinked at her blankly for a minute before he smiled charmingly and answered.

"Much better, thank you Ma'am," he said acting very suave.

Madame Pomfrey nearly dropped the bottle she was shelving in alarm at Draco's odd behavior.

"If that's the case," she said to him over her shoulder, "then you can just go back to your room. You've been in here way to long already."

Draco gave another charming smile to her back and pulled back the curtains to his bed to change. A few minutes later he was in the black leather pants and black tank Pansy had brought for him and his wizard robe was slung over his back lazily buttoned by the two collar buttons to keep it on.

"Thank you," Draco smiled handsomely as he walked past the nurse and out of the hospital wing.

As he walked past Madame Pomfrey she swore she saw a tint of red in his mercury eyes.

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As Draco entered his chambers through the numerous paintings he had set up his eyes grew steadily redder until they were completely filmed over with the blood like color. Sitting down on his still recently shredded bed he grunted a little as two silver wings erupted out of his back ripping through both layers of clothing he had on.

Chuckling a little the monster released by Draco's burning jealousy looked around his host's chambers with humor.

"Now now," the dragon said getting up and stretching his wings in the large room both wing tips nearly touching opposite walls. "What's this?" he asked tilting his head to the side and opening a window looking out at Gryffindor tower. "I do believe I found myself a mate," he chuckled his red eyes shining in anticipation.

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In the Gryffindor boy's dormitory Harry was sitting alone on his bed the rest of them empty as he tried to understand a very complicated issue: Ginny. It was amazing that such a small girl could be such a big problem.

The issue: he didn't know whether he loved her or not. It wasn't age or the fact that she was Ron's sister, it was the fact that he just didn't like her anymore. His heart didn't flutter at her voice, he almost hated her kisses, and he was now trying to avoid her more and more. Harry sighed and buried his head in his hands trying to forget about it all.

It was then that he heard a quiet tap on the window. Raising his eyes expecting to see Hedwig with a letter or parcel he jumped backwards as he saw the tip of a giant silver muzzle tapping on his window. With a jerking motion the small dragon pushed open the window and entered the room followed by two others. Harry, in shock to see the small dragons in his room, was lifted by the dragons and felt his insides turn to liquid as they flew towards the wall, hit it, and seemed to pass through it. Being held in the claws of the three dragons he saw nothing but the ground far below him. That very unpleasant feeling settled over his innards as he looked up and braced himself for another impact that never came.

When he wrenched open his eyes he found himself surrounded by the three small dragons who each raised a head when they saw that Harry was taking in his surroundings. The silver and gold walls and ripped up furniture told him that this was a Slytherin's quarters. He heard a sliding sound almost like wings unfurling and turned to his right to see Draco, full with red eyes and silver wings sitting on the end of his bed with a devilish smile.

"Very nice of you to join us Harry," he said in a voice almost like Draco's except for it held a slight accent of a place long forgotten.

With an elegant wave of his hand the three dragons dissolved into silver smoke and blended with Draco's wings.

"Who are you?" Harry asked forcing the fear out of his voice as Draco got off the bed and walked over to his dresser to fiddle with his hair which had grown longer in the careless transformation to half dragon.

"Why Harry," the being within Draco smiled sweetly. "I'm still Draco."

"On the outside," Harry said watching him with wary eyes as he walked towards him.

With a flick of his wrist Harry felt himself stiffen as Draco cast an immobilizing charm with his newly awakened powers.

"Fine," said the dragon his voice seeming as though it could cut through metal. "My name is Ryuujin," he said crouching in front of Harry who furrowed his brow and glared at him. The most motion he could manage at the moment.

Ryuujin licked his lips and cupped Harry's chin forcing his face upwards through the power of his paralysis. With a smirk he pressed his lips to Harry's completely shocking the raven haired boy.

"Now," Ryuujin said snapping his fingers as the invisible bonds loosened around Harry allowing him to slump against the wall in shock. "I have you right here, right where I want you, what can I do with that?"

In a flash Ryuujin had pushed Harry against the wall pinning Harry's hands with his own. He licked the boys lips before savagely attacking them again. Harry kept his mouth closed stubbornly and soon the dragon heaved a sigh and attacked Harry's neck with nibbles and licks.

Harry couldn't help it as his body started to react to the dragon's touches. The next thing he knew was that his shirt had somehow been taken off and Ryuujin's hands and mouth were teasing his nipples and licking his chest as his wings held Harry's hands in place. As he felt the blood rush from his face to somewhere else Harry's eyes snapped open for Ryuujin was nipping at his small six-pack as one of his palms was pressed gently against his crotch.

"Stop," Harry managed to gasp out pleading with the monster before him. "Please..."

His groan and his words seem to reach a place deep within Draco's body and Ryuujin hissed and jumped back as if Harry had been fire. He watched as Ryuujin clutched Draco's chest panting and when harry saw Ryuujin's wings droop and a speck of gray in the blood red he got up on his feet ignoring the problem between his legs that was clearly obvious in his pajama pants.

"Draco," Harry said softly reaching out to the agonized body Ryuujin and Draco were fighting over. "Come back out, all right?"

Ryuujin hissed as he fell to his knees. He panted for a minute as if regaining his breath to continue and Harry panicked. it was then that he realized it: he didn't want to be left alone, he didn't want Draco to leave him.

"Draco," Harry hissed as Ryuujin doubled over in pain again. "Get your ass out here. You can't give in to someone like him," Harry took the harshness out of his voice and kneeled down, placing a hand on Draco's shoulder. "You have to come back," as Draco nearly doubled over in pain Harry leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Please Draco, do it for me."

The body Harry was now almost hugging in order to calm his spasms tensed once more and then relaxed as it fell forward.

"Draco?" Harry asked softly.

"Get out," Draco muttered and Harry frowned at him. "Get out now!"

Harry then realized that the shaking he was feeling from Draco wasn't because Ryuujin was trying to take over again. The boy was crying.

"Get away," Draco gasped through sobs. "Before he comes back out."

"Draco, I," Harry started but Draco pushed him away and got up staring at him fearfully.

"Please," he begged tears still streaming out of his eyes. "Get away from me, Ha-" he broke off as if saying his first name was to painful. "Potter."

With that said the blonde turned his back on Harry and leaned against the wall heavily his body shaking in the aftermath of the possession.

Harry stared at his back worriedly for a minute before giving up and turning his back on Draco and walking out of the room.

With every step Harry took Draco felt a shot of pain from his heart and as soon as the portrait slammed shut behind him he collapsed sobbing as though his heart was going to break.

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It was a week before Draco came out of his room for meals, and still a week after that before Draco actually attended a class. He was strangely quiet and distant during all these times and when anyone, even Snape, asked him a question he would just widen his eyes in alarm for a minute before ripping his gaze away from the theirs and staring intently at the floor. Everyone saw Draco about his odd behavior, from Madame Pomfrey to Snape and from Snape to Dumbledore, each were baffled as to Draco's sudden slip deep into depression.

Sixteen days after that night in Draco's bedroom Harry was walking Ginny to Herbology when he saw Draco walking alongside the lake staring ahead of him without noticing anything. Giving his girlfriend a kiss goodbye he headed off to where Draco had just reached: Hagrid's hut.

"Draco!" he called out to the boy in front of him as he sprinted over.

Draco either didn't hear him or ignored him completely and turned slightly to walk in front of Hagrid's hut heading for the greenhouses. Harry took the moment he was right in front of the door to intersect him and grabbed Draco's shoulders roughly.

"What is wrong with you!" he yelled not worrying that anyone would hear him, it was cold and windy out and Hagrid's class was at the other side of the lake studying mermaids and the fifth years in the Greenhouse were handling some extremely noisy plant.

Draco merely tried to get out of Harry's grasp feebly and Harry knew that was his best attempt in his weakened state. Harry gritted his teeth in alarm at how weak and sickly Draco had gotten in two weeks and kicked open Hagrid's front door and pulled Draco in before pinning him to the wall.

"If this is about what happened in your room then forget it," Harry growled. "It wasn't your fault, and you stopped it before he got to far!"

Draco tried to meet Harry's eyes before shying away and shaking his head while gazing intently at the floor.

"What?" Harry asked and Draco tried to push him away weakly. "Draco, god just tell me what's wrong," Harry said loosening his death grip on Draco's shoulders.

Draco just merely shook his head again and Harry snapped.

He didn't know why but he knew that it was the only way.

He leaned down and kissed Draco full on the mouth before pulling away. Draco stared at him wide eyes and then collapsed. Harry went down with him and Draco flung himself at Harry crying into his shoulder.

"I don't want," Draco sobbed, "to hurt anyone, especially not you," he gasped and then cried for a little before continuing. "I thought of... killing myself... but I couldn't do it... I tried," Draco admitted and Harry looked down at Draco's right wrist to see it neatly bandaged. "I just wanted... to stop him from coming out... so I just stopped feeling," he tightened his death grip on Harry's robes as Harry stroked his back to soothe him.

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Deep in the heart of London in a broken down old house Voldemort looked out the window in amusement as the Death Eater bowing before him finished his report.

"So the Malfoy boy has Ryuujin?" he asked at the end. "Excellent. Keep watching him, Severus, he will become useful to us in no time. Reschedule his initiation for Halloween."

"Halloween?" Snape asked clearly surprised. "But that's only..."

"Two days away," Voldemort finished grinning wickedly. "And not soon enough."