Chapter 1: The Awakening of Hidden Blood

Quirrel snapped his fingers and ropes bound Harry. "Now stay put Potter, I must examine this interesting mirror."

Harry perked up and looked where Quirrel was staring. It was the Mirror of Erised. Harry tried to get a closer look. Without Quirrel noticing him doing so.

"Use the boy...use the boy..." Harry heard a faint hiss like whisper that chilled his blood.

"Come here Potter!" The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher demanded. "Now!"

The ropes unbounded Harry and he walked over cautiously. He was roughly placed in front of the mirror. He saw himself holding the stone and smiling. His mirror self put the Stone in his pocket, and Harry felt a lump inside his pocket in real life. Somehow, incredibly, he'd gotten the stone.

"What do you see?" Quirrel asked sharply.

"I-I'm shaking hands with Dumbledore." Harry lied. "I've won the House Cup for Gryffindor."

He was shoved aside angrily and Quirrel examined the mirror again.

"He lies...he lies..." The voice hissed as Harry started to leave quietly.

"Come back here! Tell the truth! What do you see?" The madman demanded with fury in his eyes.

"Let me speak to him, face to face."

"Master you are not strong enough!" Quirrel protested to the voice.

"I have strength, enough for this." The voice insisted and Quirrel obediently turned around so the back of his head was facing Harry. He started unwrapping his turban, and Harry froze in fear. A horrid face was protruding out of the back of Quirrel's skull. With red slitted eyes and slited nostrils.

"Harry Potter." The thing hissed. "We meet again."

"Voldemort?" Harry asked in shock.

"Yes, you see what I've become? See what I must do to survive? Live off another, a mere parasite!" Voldemort said angrily. "Unicorn blood can sustain me, but it can't give me a body of my own. You saw faithful Quirrel drinking it for me in the forest that night Harry. But there is something that can. Something that funnily enough, lies in your pocket."

Harry suddenly broke into a run.

"STOP HIM!" Voldemort demanded and a soon as Quirrel snapped his fingers black flames blocked his path.

"Don't be a fool. Why suffer a horrific death, when you can join me? And live." Voldemort suggested. "Your parents died begging me for mercy."

"LIAR!" Harry shouted. His blood boiling with rage. A fire within him had awaken.

"Bravery." Voldemort said cooly. "Your parents had it too. Your mother needn't have died, she was only trying to protect you. Tell me, Harry, would you like to see your mother and father again? Together, we can bring them back. All I ask, is for something in return."

Harry seriously considered this option. Then decided against it. No spell can reawaken the dead. "YOU LIAR!"

"KILL HIM!" Voldemort ordered and Quirrel flew at Harry and grabbed his throat.

Elsewhere, a black and purple dragon with yellow eyes felt something. He grinned. "At last, there is someone worthy of my blood."

Harry felt something surge inside him. Like a roar of fury. Perhaps he only imagined the cries of "Harry, Harry!" As he let loose black flames from his mouth. Burning Quirrel to cinders.

And then there was blackness. Down and down and down he went. Suddenly, he saw something gold. The Snitch! He tried to catch it, but he couldn't lift his arms. They where too heavy.

"Good afternoon Harry." Professor Dumbledore's face came more into focus. Too much focus. Harry struggled to sit up on his elbow and felt his face. He wasn't wearing his glasses but, he could see perfectly.

"Sir, what happened to the Stone?" He asked.

"Relax my dear boy, the Stone has been destroyed." Dumbledore assured him. After a lengthy discussion, including Dumbledore's refusal to tell him the truth as to why Voldemort wanted him dead, he finally asked about his sight and the fire.

"Madame Pomfrey sent some blood work to Sr. Mungos." Dumbledore told him. "Apparently your situation awakened a long hidden line of dragon blood passed down through the Potter line, and oddly enough, your mother's line. Apparently she wasn't who we all thought she was."

"What?" Harry asked in confusioin. "Dragon?"

"There are two types of dragons in the magical world Harry." Dumbledore started explaining. "Feral dragons, which are seen in reserves and in the wild, and dragons that can shapeshift into human form." Harry gaped.

"And I have this, shape shifting dragon blood?" He realized."

"Apparently so. And, I have particularly good news for you. We have found your mother's family."

Harry's heart leapt. "Where are they?"

"New York City."

To Be Continued...

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