Summary: Harry has everything he could want, but then something goes wrong. Can he fix the pieces of his life? Rated M for safety.

Disclaimer: J.K. owns all the characters from the book, I'm just borrowing them. Any names you don't recognize are mine.

Warning: M/M, mpreg (much later), DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ

Note: I have taken the liberty of killing off some characters, and bringing other back to life. Sorry if this offends you.

The Transformation of Harry Potter

Chapter 7

Welcome Feast

Note- this :blah blah blah: is both parseltongue and dragontongue

On with the story.

Harry, Hermione and Ginny walked into the Great Hall, talking and laughing. Ginny had wisely refrained from questioning her friends about the train ride talk, and was telling them about the trouble poor Neville had gotten into. Reaching the Gryffindor table, they sat, with Ginny taking Ron's usual seat, next to Hermione, across from Harry. This, of course, gave Harry the best view available of the Slytherin table, and the Triumvirate.

They were waiting, impatiently, for the Sorting to begin so they could eat; breakfast had been a really long time ago. Professor McGonagall Brought forward the Hat and the stool, placing them in the center of the hall. The hat opened its mouth and started singing, but Harry's attention was focused across the Hall.

Harry ignored the voice drifting across the hall. All he could think about, all he could concentrate on was the way the light was playing across Draco's hair, and how the flickering of the candles made him look ethereal. Not that the man was effeminate, no, he was Harry's match in every sense of the word. No, the candles just made Draco look softer, more innocent, like he'd never fought in a war, never taken a life.

(Draco P.O.V.)

Draco was listening to the sorting hats song when he felt Pansy's elbow become intimately acquainted with his ribs. Scowling, he hissed, "What was that for, Pans?" she just gestured frantically at the Gryffindor table. Following her gaze, his eyes came to rest on Our Savior, Potter. Then he noticed something weird. Potter's eyes were glazed over, and he was staring at Draco with rapt fascination. Frowning, he went to day something to Blaize, but stopped. There was something in Potter's eyes, something that he couldn't quite define…

With a start, Draco jolted out of his trance. The applause reverberating through the Great Hall was what had done it. He blinked, then rubbed his eyes, and looked at Pansy. She just shrugged. "How long was I out of it?" She thought for a moment, and then said. "'Bout five minutes." Draco was flabbergasted. He'd been staring at Potter for that long? Pansy saw his expression, and said, "Don't worry; no one saw your little staring contest, unless you count Potter." He groaned, then dug into the food that had appeared on his plate.

(Draco P.O.V. over)

Harry was startled when applause dragged him out of his trance. With a frown, he looked at Hermione and Ginny, both of whom were on the brink of falling out of their chairs, they were laughing so hard. "What's so funny?" he demanded. Snorting, Hermione tried to control her laughter long enough to tell him, "You were staring at Malfoy like he was water and you'd just left the desert." With that, both she and Ginny lost control. With a sniff, he looked away from them and concentrated on his food.

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After the feast, Harry and Hermione were summoned to a meeting in the Headmasters office. Ginny just shook her head and went off to find someone worth talking to. As they made their way to Dumbledore's office, Harry asked in a small, whiney voice, "What'd I do, 'Mione, what'd I do?" She just laughed at him.

The Headmasters office was packed with people. There was Snape, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Charlie, Hagrid, Sprout, and Flitwick, along with all the various portraits. Add the two teenagers, and the fit was very tight.

As everybody seated themselves, Dumbledore cleared his throat. "For those of you who do not know, Mr. Potter here as undergone a drastic change during the summer recess. What happened to him is very like what happens to a werewolf. You see, he was bitten by a were, well, I guess a weredragon is the best term to use." Those not in the know looked horrified. McGonagall said, "But, I don't understand. How could this… How can he…" Finally, Charlie took pity on the older woman. "What we believe is that these weredragons are the remnants of a magical splicing of genes, probably the result of a witch or wizards ambition. The dragon form that Harry can take is that of a French Chevalier, one of the largest Fleetwing Dragon breeds. They weigh up to thirty tons, are forty feet long, minus the tail, have an average height of twenty feet, and their wingspan can be in excess of one hundred feet."

"We think that this happened because the family of Dragons that the Chevaliers belong to, the Fleetwings, are the fastest large breed of dragon currently known. The special thing about them is that their wings are abnormally long and narrow, which gives them excellent maneuverability and the capacity for great speed. They may have been intended as either messengers or fighters, provided naturally with the best disguise- that of a human."

There was silence as Charlie let that information sink in. "Of course," he said with a smile, "Most of this is completely made up of the top of my head. What we do know for certain are the Breed of dragon, and their needs. These dragons have only one mate, and they mate for life. It is not unusual in the wild for a mated pair to be together for hundreds of years. While we don't know for certain, we believe that Harry has a mate out there, and that he will keep looking for them. We believe that Harry has the ability to turn his mate, as well."

The office was quiet as the people inside pondered the consequences of this revelation. Then Dumbledore got everyone's attention by shifting. "Because of the nature of this event, we don't know exactly what will happen, but thanks the Charlie, we do know that if Harry isn't given the opportunity to change regularly, his body will revolt and force the change on him. Now, I've taken care to find a regular outlet for that, but if something unexpected happens, he needs to have a way to reach a safe spot quickly. To that end, I have made special portkeys that, when the triggering spell is uttered, will take the person holding it and Harry to a secluded spot in the forbidden Forest." He passed the portkeys, shaped as broached, to the teachers. "You must wear these everyday." He told them with a sharp glance, the usual twinkle absent. "This is not something we can flaunt."

Harry sucked in his breath, and looked at Hermione. She, of all the people in the room but Charlie, looked the least surprised by these revelations. Harry frowned, but then sighed. Trust Hermione to know more than what was healthy.

With a scowl, Snape said, "Do you mean to say that I must follow that blight upon the earth around incase he doesn't feel well?" Hermione pounced on that statement before anyone else could react. "But, professor, I thought you'd be happy with this arrangement!" When he just cocked an eyebrow, she went on, "Well, think of all the rare ingredients you'll have access to. Dragon tears, Dragon blood, Dragon scales and skin, Dragon claw and fangs…" her voice trailed off when she saw the avaricious gleam in her professor's eyes. "Although," she continued, "You can't have any dragon heartstring." Snape looked affronted. "That thought had not crossed my mind, Miss. Granger." Harry snorted. Yeah, right.

Dumbledore once again took charge of the meeting. "Does anyone have any questions?" he asked, looking around. "No? Well, then you are free to go. Ah, Mr. Potter, Miss. Granger, please stay behind." The teens in question looked at each other, and shrugged. Harry got a kick out of watching Snape leave the office, though. As the professor passed them, his normal haughty expression dropped, revealing a tender one directed at Hermione. Then, as quickly as it came, it was gone, and the Potions Master swept from the room.

Harry sniggered, and Hermione sent him a sharp glance. Then she relented and chuckled, too. When just the three of them were left in the office, Dumbledore bestowed a kind glance on Harry. "Mr. Potter, I know this will be a hard year for you, but to make it that much easier, I have given you your own room. It is located near the dungeons, but since you will be in close proximity with Miss. Granger, I trust that will not be a problem?" "No, sir." Harry answered respectfully. Near Hermione? He wondered, but dropped the thought as the Headmaster went on. "You will also be required to have medical checkups once weekly, and you may not be able to continue to play Quidditch. Not because we'll be telling anyone you're a magical creature, but because we don't know how you will react to being in the air." He quickly told the angry student.

Harry ground his teeth in frustration. They were going to hold him back from Quidditch? He missed the rest of Dumbledore's lecture as he fumed, but returned to what he was saying when something caught his attention. "…and remember to tell Charlie anything that seems out of the ordinary, alright Harry?" Harry just nodded. With a smile, They were dismissed.

"Why do you have a private room, Hermione?" Harry asked curiously as they went to find his. She looked at him with exasperation. "Harry. I've been made Head Girl. Head Girl and Boy always get their own rooms." "Oh." Harry thought about that, and then asked, "So, who's Head Boy?" She got a smug little smirk and said, "Draco Malfoy."

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Harry and Hermione paused as they reached his room. And then they started laughing. The portrait guarding the entrance was a Slytherin green, sinuous stylized dragon. Their laughter woke the painting up, and it's head whipped around from where it had been tucked under its wing. : Who are you and what do you want?: the dragon hissed. Surprisingly, its language sounded quite a bit like parseltongue. :My name is Harry Potter, and this is my friend, Hermione Granger. I was told to come to this room, because the Headmaster gave it to me.: The dragon's eyes widened as Harry talked. When he finished, the dragon said :Oh, Potter, yes I was told about you. Please, feel free to pick a password.:

Hermione poked Harry in the ribs when it looked like he'd forgotten her. He jumped, then rubbed his side sheepishly. "Sorry." He said. "Help me pick a password?" Hermione nodded, then thought about it. "How about… Mitsubishi?" She offered, chuckling. "No one would guess that. Not unless their muggle, anyway." Harry grinned, and said "Cool. Let me tell my guardian." :What's your name, anyway?: Harry asked the Dragon. He replied, :My name is Eagleheart, Potter. Don't get all high and mighty just because you speak my language.: Harry grinned at the irritable Portrait. :Now, what is you password?: Harry told him, and after Eagleheart grumbled over it, he turned to Hermione. "So, I guess I'll see you at breakfast, huh?" She nodded. "You can't get rid of me, Harry."

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The next day saw Harry rising bright and early, in order to get to the Great Hall on time. He'd been happily surprised last night to see that his rooms consisted of a bedroom, a bathroom, a common room and a mini kitchen. Gathering up his supplies, he ran down the corridor to Hermione's room. He'd had Dobby show him the way earlier that morning. Knocking on her door, he heard a grouchy "Who is it?" make its way to his ears. "Harry," he called out. "And we'll be late to breakfast if you don't get moving." Slowly, her portrait (a monk in a library) swung open. A tired Hermione stepped out, looking at her 'morning person' friend in disgust.

As they made their way to breakfast, they were hailed by several people. Then everyone shut up, and Harry turned to see the Triumvirate walking behind them. "Morning guys," said Ginny as she appeared at their elbows. "What's shakin'?" Hermione frowned at her, unused to hearing American slang come out of the younger girl's mouth. "What?" Ginny asked, "One of my dorm mates spent the summer in America." Harry, however, ignored their byplay in favor of staring at Draco. The man really should have been wearing school robes, but since classes had yet to start, he'd just brought them. What had grabbed Harry's attention was the Muggle outfit he was wearing. A pristine white shirt with the top two buttons undone was tucked into fitted black casual slacks. His tie was hanging loosely around his neck, and he had his schoolbag slung over one shoulder. He looked delicious.

The Triumvirate walked past the trio, and everyone held their breath, expecting an insult war, and maybe a scuffle. Nothing of the sort happened. Instead the two groups nodded civilly to each other, and Pansy broke away from Draco to go over to Ginny. "Ginny, that is one hell of a shirt. Where did you get it? I'm just dying for one." The audience was shocked to see two deathly enemies dishing out gossip over clothes, and that made sure that word of it spread like wildfire through the school.

The six of them entered the Great Hall together, breaking off to go to their respective tables. When Harry, Hermione and Ginny sat down, they were immediately bombarded with questions about why they were consorting with the enemy, and so on. Hermione and Ginny fielded those questions, keeping them away from Harry, who was still mulling the encounter over. Suddenly, one familiar voice rose over the hum surrounding the new Trio. "They're probably fucking them, too, since they obviously have no taste." Harry's head whipped around to face Ron, who'd come up behind them. Before anyone could say anything, Harry stood and leaned forward until his face was inches from Ron.

"No, Ron, it's you who have no taste. Been shagging Cho, haven't you? Although I don't know how you stand her kissing." Ron gaped like a fish, but Harry wasn't done. "And besides that, you know you're just jealous. Of Ginny, for being my friend, of Hermione, for choosing me over you, and of me, because I am richer than your wildest dreams could have imagined." This last bit was said so low that only Ron could hear. He made to say something, but Harry cut him off again. "So, how about the next time you want to make your stupid opinions known, you make sure there is nothing that cn be used against you, hmm?" With that, Harry turned back around and sat. He heard the people behind him shoving Ron away, and felt a slight pang. The boy had been his best friend for six years. His own jealousy was the only thing that had driven then apart.

Hermione and Ginny looked at him with expressions close to awe. Ginny said, "Harry, if I was straight, I'd kiss you." Harry looked at her, startled, then grinned and replied, "And if I was straight, I'd let you." They grinned at each other, faces full of understanding. Then Hermione said, "Uh, Harry not that I'm complaining, but people are going to think we're going out." Harry shrugged, and sais, "Well, that won't be so bad. It will give me an excuse to not be always where I'm supposed to, and that goes for you, too." Hermione nodded, catching on. The dragon thing, and the Snape thing.

Their moment was interrupted by McGonagall passing out the timetables for the year. Harry looked his over with interest. Double Potions Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings, DADA Tuesday and Thursday mornings, Care of Magical Creatures Advanced before lunch on Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Herbology Tuesday and Thursday before lunch, Divination Tuesday and Thursday afternoons and Astrology Friday nights.

He looked at Hermione's schedule, it was the same. "Hey, 'Mione, what's Care of Magical Creatures Advanced?" Harry asked the smart witch. She leaned toward him, her voice a whisper. "That's your cover. Dumbledore told me to tell you that you have permission to leave Potions five minutes early, so you have time to change before the class starts." Ginny, who'd been listening, broke in and pointed to a paper airplane coming to Harry. In side was a note From Dumbledore.

Harry- you are exempt from the Advanced Care of Magical Creatures class, so you can help Professor Snape in the Potions Lab. This will also help bring up your scores in the area. Sincerely Albus Dumbledore

Harry looked over at the Headmaster and watched as the twinkly old man winked at him. He showed the note to Hermione. "This is my excuse for not going to C.o.M.C.A. It's from Dumbledore." Hermione and Ginny raised their Eyebrows, then nodded.

Now, all they had to do was live through the rest of the day.