Chapter 1

Thorin Oakenshield was a proud dwarf and betrayal stung, especially when it concerned the Arkenstone. It was his bithright! The only thing he had left of his dead family. The Lonely Mountain was however not the had more secrets than just the trap door into the great hall where Smaug had his lair for so long. No, The Arken stone was not the only treasurer in the mountain, and not the most dear to him either. The key he had on his belt held that treasure. And so he ran down stair after stair on the way down to that hidden door only his father and his grand father had known about.

Balin was dismayed, that Bilbo would go to the elfs. It was disappointing to say the least but he was not all that happy with Thorin either. He kept trying to talk to that stubborn king he had but he could not imagine was Thorin was after now? Running down for what?

Thorin was fuming on the inside, but even if he was still very angry with Bilbo the thought that goblins would ever lay hands on the treasures in Erebor maid his blood boil. He'd even prefer Smaug to the goblins.

A dragon would easy drive the goblins away so a dragon he would give them. Because smaug was never the dragon painted in the maps of Erebor. It was just that the dragon changes from black to red when Smaug came.

Thorin arrived in the great hall and walked over to the closest piece if wall and pot his hands on it.

"Spread out and put your hands against the wall and push on my command."

Thorin muttered an incantation under his breath before, tunring and barking the command. Twelve confused dwarves started to push against the wall without expecting anything to unusual to happen. Standing in one place pushing at a wall was not the strangest thing they had done on this quest. They could definitely afford to give thir king the benefit of the doubt. When the wall actually moved came as such a shock that Balin slipped fell flat on his face. Kili rushed over to help him tripped over Fili in his haste to do so, who had also stopped moving, and ended up in a heap on top of Balin.

Later if anyone asked the dwarfs they all had different versions about what happened next. Fili and Kili would have said they heard the dragon before the saw it, that the scraping of claws against stone reached them from afar.

Bifur, Bofur and Bombur all claimed it was the rustle of great wings that came first followed by the sound of claws. Dwalin said he heard the creature breath before he heard anything else but he still could not tell if it breathed slow or fast.

Oin and Gloin was furthers to the right and both remember that the first sight they saw of the dragon was the smell. But not the smell you usually expect of a dragon this was a small that reminded them on rain on hot summer stone, and they liked that smell strangely enough, then they saw the tips of five massive claws and didn't feel so safe any more.

Dori and Ori was as far to the left they could gel and closest to he stair and they could not stop arguing if it was the silver claws of the dragon or the sheen on the scales of it snout they saw first. They still haven't finished that argument yet.

Nori stood beside Thorin when they opened the gate and say that the first he saw of the dragon was the glinting of teeth before the head and neck came out in the light, the huge wings half unfolded on its back as it walked into the light of the torches.

Balin only gets a admiring set to his face anybody would as and usually murmurs: "His eyes, his glowing like the emerald we freed from the mounting." Thorin has a similar answer.

"The eyes was always what I saw first when ever my father took me to see Harry. His almost glowing green eyes would greet me from the darkness before the sound of beating wings and he would land on the ground. Then the single torch my father brought would illuminate his scaled, the reflection of the torch multiplying in and glimmer in the darkness."

He never got to tell Bilbo.

Thorin stepped forward with the key held in one hand. The low click of a lock opening and a large chain fell of the dragons foot.

Outside of the lonely mountain the battle was not going well. In fact it was going down right terrible. Bilbo was clutching sting in a death grip and shaking in the out post as the goblins took more and more ground.

The dwarves from the Iron Hills were slowly being driven back and the elves on the hillside also were backing up so the goblins not get to close. Most of the defending forces was resigning them self's to retreating and giving up the mountain to the goblins when a horn sounded.

And it was not just any horn. It was a clear sound bouncing and echoing from the wall built around the gate into Erebor. The tone was chased across the mountain by the sound of stone crumbling and toppling the ground when a part on the wall fell outwards. Then, out flew thirteen dwarfs in gleaming armour shouting war cries, with no other person than Thorin Oakenshiled at the tip.

They covered the ground to the closest goblin in two thee seconds flat and killed fifty of them in the next two seconds before they all came to an abrupt stop when Thorin raised a horn to his mouth. The sound that emitted from the Horn was not the ringing tone from before but a hoarse roaring one, not very unlike the roars the Smaug used to bring forth.

The dwarf king had a vicious smile on his face when he lowered the horn and the goblins several steps back in case something happened.

The battle had come to a complete standstill, all eyes that could resting on the small company of dwarves facing down several hundred goblins on their own. Five seconds past and nothing happened, ten, eleven, twelve and the goblins laughed and leaped forwards when an answering roar, a much, much louder and real answering roar of a dragon came from the mountain.

"Smaug" went the whispers through out all five species "Smaug is alive?" And Bard bared his teeth and said with hate clear in his voice: "But I killed him!"

Then in a very impressive display of strength what was left on the wall the dwarfs had built around Erebor crashed down and a dragon, bigger than Smaug, stood in the opening to the gate, with gleaming armour of his own covering his head. It was clear to anyone who knew how to recognize different kinds of armour, that it was dwarves that designed the dragons armour as it ran down the dragons neck, over his back and sides, leaving the wings clear for flight and continuing down the length of its long tail.

Hundreds of teeth were bared when the dragon lowered his head and hissed out the words: "Nobody harms or threatens those I consider mine." Then he roared once more and charged forward with flames licking out and over deep black scales on his snout.

Thorin and his dwarves charged forward.

Gandalf did not charge forward.

Neither did the goblins or wargs, or any elf, man or iron hill dwarves for the matter.

So when the small company of dwarfs collided with the goblins a millisecond before the dragon did the goblins fell down like bowling pins and did not get up again.

The difference between Gandalf not charging and the goblins not charging (or running away as any sane creatures should have done) was that the latter was torn apart or burned beyond recognition while most of the others stood frozen in shock until the dragon after a few gusts of flames, raised his head and asked them what was taking so long.

Then the dwarves charged.

And the elves…

And the Men, Bard muttering all the while about stupid annoying dragons that seemed to live to give him gray hairs and Bard liked his hair as it was, thank you very much!

Gandalf only cast a searching glance across the sky before beheading the nearest goblin with a smile of his own.

When the eagles arrived shortly there after the battle was going badly for the goblins and when they the was thrown from the cliffs by eagles as well as by an angry dragon it was not a very happy surprise to see their king die by the hand of that infernal son of Durin. So they turned and mad a very sensible decision of retreating until further notice. There was definitely no screaming of "were going to die" in the lines or any tails between the wargs legs, what have you been drinking?!

Later, several days later in fact after the goblins fled and the eagles returned to their nest a long wail echoed from the area where the wounded and sometimes dying lay. A big black head had tears rolling down scaly cheeks and splashing across the ground only seconds after Thorin Oakenshield let out his last breath and joined Fili and Kili in death.

The dragon was crying to the fascination of many and digging furrows into the ground with his claws as he violently shook his head from side to side, crying out Thorins name over and over again. It was first when Bilbo Baggins staggered out from the tent that the dragon grew quiet. But tears continued to roll for hours after the darkness fell.

The next day people had expected to either been eaten by the dragon or it being gone or simply claiming Erebor as its own as Smaug had. But to their surprise the Dragon was sitting in the exact same spot as before, tiny wailing noises coming out of it's snout from time to time.

And it stayed at the camp, never saying one word until the hour of Thorin being lowered into his grave with the Arken stone placed on his chest. Then he slunk quietly into the Lonely Mountain for a long nervous sixty minutes before he walked out in the open; a net of some kind loaded with various things being held in his mouth before he spread his long graceful wings and took of across the sky with even beats of wings.

And was not seen again with no one knowing where he'd gone but guesses, and they were of all kinds. Maybe he'd gone to Mordor, or beyond the Iron Hills or even the Misty Mountain, ignoring the fact that the elves in Rivendell probably would have known if he did.

Strangely nobody thought of Moria with all its gold (that should attract dragons) and even if they did who would have believed them. Not many dragons would even try to face down the creatures that lived beep down in The Halls of Moria.

No, not even a dragon was foolish enough to try that.

Harry James Potter or simply Harry as the dwarfs had called him was hissing between his teeth. That the goblins would have killed his charges even after he promised Durin that he would look after and keep safe all his descendants. And he had failed. That would not happen again.

Harry started to beat his wings faster as he saw the tip of Charadras peaking trough the clouds below him. There was not many places a dragon could go. Settling down in the middle of nowhere was not fun, and he had a slight obsession with all things that glitters these days.

He never knew that his form would affect him this much, but he had not been in his human form for thousands of years so some things might bleed over.

So finding a place to live with no dwarves, men, elves and definitely no wizards should not be hard to find in Moria. And that was where he had lived with Durin after all.

When Harry arrived at one of the towers of Moria he simply walked in and started down wards burning any goblin he met with a bursts of fire, the loss of Thorin still raw and eating away at the hole in his heart.

At the bottom of the stair e found a lake. It had a inhabitant already but if fled quickly when Harry started to boil the water. All the gold he took from Erebor had been given to him by Thrain and his son Thror and a few trinkets Thorin had gifted him with. All of them got carefully tucked under his belly on the bottom of the heated lake when he settled so he could sleep away a few hundred years. Harry closed his eyes and held his breath, head sinking to lie against the sand at the bottom. Then it was oh, so easily to fall asleep….

When the Balrong fell, Gandalf fell with him. They tumbled through the air, slashing at each other, grasping for any hint at weakness. And they fell: all the way down in the dark and crashed into the lake below them with a thunderous sound.

They also crashed into a very surprised dragon.

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A/N: This is my first story posted so I'm very nervous about this. English is also not my first language so if i have any grammar errors please do tell me

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