Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

(Gravitation fans will understand this line)

"Don't worry my little prince; mummy is going to make everything okay. We will show that you're just as great as all the other wizards and witches." 

An elegant female hand smoothed silver locks of hair on the forehead of the small child she carried. It was the first time she had held her child, as she had been severely sick from giving birth. And while she was walking slowly up and down the room she talked to her six week old son. She made sure her voice was soft and pleasant, and she wore a radiant smile just for her little angel.

"Pappy is going to be so proud of his little boy. He will see that no matter what, you were his son in the beginning." A trail of tears slipped down her cheeks and fell on the blue blanket wrapped around her son. "Mummy is going to fight for you, mummy will make everything right again." 

With a crack a rather filthy looking house elf appeared. "Mistress, Dobby is here to warn that Master has arrived. Master has brought mistress Bellatrix with him Mistress." The house elf bowed low bumping his nose against the floor. The witch before him nodded and shooed him away with her hand. With another crack Dobby disappeared from sight.

"Mummy is going now little angel, but don't worry. Mummy is going to make sure that nothing bad happens to her little angel." She cooed at the small child while placing him in his crib. For a moment the infant opened his eyes to show two mesmerizing silver disks slightly fuzzy with sleep. With a big yawn he squeezed his eyes shut and gurgled at his mother kicking his legs and waving his arms. Then another big yawn and he was off asleep.

With a loving smile she caressed his cheek with one finger, wondering at the softness of his skin. He was perfect, her little baby boy was just perfect. And even if his consummation had been not completely normal she would let nothing stand between her and her child. She would make them see… she would make them pay!

Walking towards the door she found it suddenly flung open to reveal her husband and her sister. Both of them looked worn and tired, in fact they looked exactly what Narcissa felt like on the inside.

"Ah, I see you have recovered." Lucius said, walking over to the crib and looking down at the sleeping child. "That's good, this way we can talk about certain facts together. Your sister has provided us with a brilliant plan, one I'm likely to push through." 

Narcissa looked unsure at her husband before looking at her sister. Immediately she schooled her face to a blank cold expression. If she was going to help Draco she would need to play her part perfectly. One slip on her side and Draco would pay the price. Back at the crib Lucius turned towards his wife.

"She has convinced me that the Dark lord will be very much pleased with such a promising dark creature. Draco will apparently be of use to me. I'm sorry Narcissa, but he will be staying sweetheart. Don't worry though; I will make sure that you won't have to remember that you ever carried the creature in your stomach." Lucius walked over to his wife and embraced her rubbing her back gently.

Suddenly he hugged her to him rather forcefully and Narcissa found it hard to suppress a gasp of pain. "Don't worry love; your sister will take over the feeding as she has lost her own son." He whispered in her ear. And indeed from between Lucius hair Narcissa could see her sister settle down with her child in the rocking chair. She pulled the hem of her robe down and forced her nipple in the child's mouth. Feeling sick and weak she watched as her little angel protested before giving in.

It took her all she had to stop the tears from falling. She would not be weak for her son, he would need his mother, and she would make sure she was there for him. Even if she had to give up some of her own desires in the process.

X

For once Snape pitied Black. Surely even he had not deserved to still be stuck with this crazy house elf, which in many ways had almost cost him his life. Severus would, however, rather die then admit he felt sorry for Black.

Looking down his nose at the creature Snape felt his patience dissipate rather quickly, he couldn't really get rid of the thing without killing it though. So he had to wait in the kitchen for Sirius to appear and make the wretched, vile, little thing move. And while minutes slowly passed by Severus tried to tune out the rambling of the elf while it collected what looked like pieces of fungus.

Suddenly a loud clank and a familiar screeching announced the leaving of one or more order members. From down here Severus could hear Tonks apologize profusely while, he was certain, Sirius tried to close the curtains on his mother.

"MUDBLOODS, TRAITORS OF MY HOUSE. HOW COULD I HAVE EVER HELD SUCH A SERPENT TO MY BREAST…" it seemed Sirius had finally managed to close the curtain and a soft click alerted Severus that the order members had finally gone away.

With a sigh he stood up and left the kitchen to go upstairs and tell Sirius he was finally able to leave his house. Of course the man would not be so glad once he was informed that this prison was merely being swapped by one much smaller. Although he was sure the man wouldn't mind as long as he had his precious Potter.

Just when Severus reached the top of the stairs, the door to the hall swung open to show a rumpled looking Sirius. His hair had the distinct looked of being windswept and his cheeks were slightly pink. His blue eyes however showed sadness and a slightly agitated look from being locked up too long.

Snape stopped halfway up the stairs and waited for Black to notice him. When a blue eye finally swept over him before returning with a look of surprise, disgust and… was that anticipation?

"What brings you here Snivellus?" Black barked out before going down, rudely bumping into Snape before going to the kitchen table and settling down in the nearest chair. For a moment Snape wanted retaliate but thought better of it, the Headmaster would want the dog by Harry's side as soon as possible. A fight with Black would cause an unnecessary waste of time.

"I see being back in your family home is doing you a world of good. However, I have come with more pressing matters concerning Potter" said Snape swiftly. As he had anticipated Black was all ears after hearing the boy's name, he would not interrupt or protest any further.

With a slight nod of his head Severus indicated that the house elf had to go before he would continue. "Kreacher." Sirius barked "Go clean the attack room, do not come down until it's done." Snape raised one brow. "It's one of the rooms Molly hasn't decontaminated yet."

Clearing his throat Snape walked over to the fire place and restarted a fire. "As I was saying, Potter is in quite a bit of trouble. The Headmaster thinks it wise if you were with him while he… adjusts to his new life." With a small flick of his wand, he started a fire and stepped aside, handing Black a hand full of green glittering floo powder. At times the man was so predictable.

While Black disappeared through the fire towards the Headmaster's office, Severus looked around the kitchen one last time. When he was sure the house elf had not listened in he too left for the office of Dumbledore. While green flames swallowed him, Snape whished he could go back to bed. Surely Dumbledore would remember Snape had a class first period.

"Ah Severus, great job and so swiftly. Brownie?" Snape's left eye twitched. "No? Too bad, they are particular nice so late at night, I often find myself waking up just for that reason." Snape's eye twitched more violently.

"In any case I need you to start working on a Heritage potion, if Poppy wants to conduct some tests on which branch Harry is, she'll need it."

Snape snarled soundlessly while leaving the office. "I will start with it immediately." Goodbye sleep.

"Thank you my boy, I am truly sorry to inconvenience you." A slamming door cut his sentence short and Dumbledore chuckled before reaching out for another brownie. Really sometimes muggles made the best things.

"At times Albus, you can be quite the Slytherin yourself." McGonagall said from next to the fire. Dumbledore's twinkling blue eyes held hers for a moment before looking back at the book before him.

"If you would be so kind as to conjure a bottle of firewhiskey. I have a feeling Sirius is going to need it when he gets back here." Albus mumbled while turning a page with great care. A cloud of dust rose anyway obscuring his vision for a moment. Minerva scowled and put her own book aside before walking towards the liquor cabinet. Pulling out a bottle and one glass she placed them on Dumbledore's bureau before going back to her chair.

A few moments later the door slammed open, crashed into the wall behind it, and caused several of the silver objects on a table, not to far away, to fall on the ground and break. In the opening stood a very pale Sirius his mouth moving but no sound coming out.

Dumbledore looked up and beckoned his former student to enter the room. "Now Sirius, I need you to tell me exactly what James has told you over the years about his family. I would also like to know if anything strange has ever happened, odd behavior, a sudden change and the likes" The black haired male slouched down in the chair Dumbledore drew for him just in time. His features looked even paler, blue eyes started to water.

"What's happened, I don't understand. Please Headmaster, I never remember James talking about anything like this. I'm sure of it." Sirius blurted out while accepting the glass of firewhiskey. "I'm positive if anything like this had occurred in his family he would have told me, James was always very open to me with himself and his family line."

Dumbledore looked over his half-moon spectacles in a serious manner. The blue of his eyes looked saddened. "In that case Sirius, I need you to tell me about the time when Harry was conceived." He said softly.

Sirius looked back up so swiftly his hair danced around his face, dark blue eyes looking thunder struck. "NEVER, Lily would never have done anything like that. SHE LOVED JAMES." Sirius' volume building up with each spoken word. Flinging himself out of the chair at Dumbledore, whiskey fell forgotten on the floor and tiny flames played on the spilled drink until the fluid was gone completely.

"Sirius, behave yourself!" McGonagall stormed, wand pointed at the now body bound man. "Really, you keep rushing into things before thinking them through. What would Harry do if you were to die because of your foolish behavior?" Blue eyes sparkled angrily and looked insulted that she would accuse him of such a thing. "And Albus did not mean something like Lily betraying James. Maybe it would be better to tell of what we know first, so you can comprehend what is going on exactly and what kind of information we are looking for."

She released Black and settled back down in her own chair before looking at Dumbledore. "Albus, if you please."

Sirius settled back down looking at Dumbledore warily. "Yes, do tell what is going on Headmaster, a bit of clarity is appreciated."

Dumbledore placed the tips of his fingers together and looked thoughtful for a moment. His light blue eyes fogged over and he looked to be miles away. Suddenly he seemed to snap out of his daze and nodded. "I see. Yes, yes I think I need to explain all I know now and are to find out. I wonder though, why now…"

McGonagall gave him a hard stare and Dumbledore resumed his more natural look completely with a (on this occasion) somewhat dulled sparkle in his blue eyes. "Let me begin with what your godson has become and what we know so far."

Standing up Dumbledore walked over to Fawkes who moved his head from side to side looking at Dumbledore with one eye and then the other. "When I was called by Poppy she came to me with the somewhat disturbing news that Harry had changed into a submissive Dragonseeker. This alone would not be so bad if not for the fact that he has a mate out there who is going to hunt him down." Fawkes rubbed his head against Dumbledore's hand and made soothing noises.

"At the moment Severus is brewing a Heritage potion to see if Harry came by his heritage from any of his family lines. Madam Pomfrey will also conduct some tests to determine which Branch Harry is. This aside, what we really must worry about is keeping Harry away from males, as his mate will view them as a threat. Not to mention that if Harry manages to get into any kind of relationship resembling that of mates we're going to have a massacre on our hands." With a sigh Dumbledore returned to his seat and sat down looking Sirius in the eye.

"Frankly said, what I'm worried about is the reaction Harry will have to this. He already has suffered much. Too much. Not to mention that even Hogwarts won't be able to withstand two Dragonseekers fighting." By the fire Minerva kept reading, her head slightly turned to follow the conversation.

"One is more than Hogwarts can handle if they would go on a rampage Albus." She said almost casually. She turned two pages fast before carefully starting to read again.

"Ah, yes quite right Minerva." Albus said with a nod towards McGonagall. He then looked back at Sirius. The man before him looked impatient and his presence was almost electrifying.

"I had thought while we," He indicated the room in general "try to find out as much as we can, you try to give Harry the support he needs. Of course young Ronald and Miss Hermione will be there, but I think he will take more comfort in you." Sirius nodded in agreement although a bit ticked that he would not be doing some research himself.

"There is also something else I need you to do. And I am very sorry to ask this of you, but I want you to prepare Harry for his mate. I need you to talk to him about it so that by the time his mate turns up he will not be completely against such a binding. As Minerva just pointed out, Hogwarts can not even survive one rampaging Dragonseeker, let alone two. I can not risk all students and colleagues, just so Harry won't have to except the bond." By now the dull twinkle was completely gone and a set of tired worn down eyes looked at Sirius pleadingly.

At first Sirius didn't like the idea at all. Harry should have the choice of how he wanted to lead his life. Even if he could understand Dumbledore's reasoning it didn't mean he had to like it. He battled with himself for a few moments, seeing some of the benefits of such a binding for Harry. Finally he settled down to do what Dumbledore wanted, but at the same time he would keep telling Harry that he still had last say in the end. It was his life after all.

"I'll do what I can." Sirius promised.

X

Back in the hospital wing Madam Pomfrey, who had been awoken by Sirius, found that she was quite cold. Her feet felt like lumps of ice and a sharp object poked in her shoulder. Opening her dry eyes proved irritating and when she finally could see clearly again she found herself in a chair next to Potter. 'Potter, I forgot what happened. Poor boy.'

With some difficulty Poppy managed to stand up and found that the object that had been poking in her shoulder was a part of Potters wing. With a sigh Madam Pomfrey went to her bedroom for a change of clothing and a quick visit into her bathroom.

On her way there she made sure to put some extra locking spells on the doors leading in and out of the hospital wing and even some of the windows. With another flick of her wand she placed a note on the outside of telling students to visit their respective head of the house for illnesses and injuries.

A good forty minutes later a refreshed and pleasantly warm Madam Pomfrey reappeared through her office and set off to Harry at once. With her wand raised she started to scan as soon as distance allowed her. Before her a piece of parchment appeared neatly folded and sealed with green wax.

Putting her wand away Poppy picked the parchment out of the air and opened it, cutting the wax with her finger nails. Scanning the contents she was pleased to see that Harry was fine, even his eyes were now fine. Reading on she frowned at seeing a certain set of attributes on the list that no normal boy should possess. "So soon. Must tell Albus about this, until his mate arrives I'll also have to make sure he is never alone with any males though." Nodding her head she reached her chair and set down.

When she finished reading, she folded the parchment and stuck it in the pocket of her vest. Turning the chair to face Harry, Poppy started to wait for the boy to wake up. She noticed that one of the claws on his wing was moving slowly, it unsettled her a bit. Looking away she noticed the horns protruding from Harry's messy black hair. With wonder she bowed forward to take a closer look.

Just then Harry opened his eyes, with slanted pupils Madam Pomfrey noticed, and looked at her. Shocked at the sudden change Poppy fell back in her chair. Scolding herself for such a reaction she stood up and smoothed her uniform.

"I see that you are finally awake Mister Potter." Harry looked at her with wonder. Clearly he had not yet remembered why or how he got here.

"Now, now Mister Potter easy there." Madam Pomfrey said pushing him back down when he started to rise. "There is some explaining to do before you go anywhere. I do believe your godfather will be here shortly. I think you can wait till then."

Harry nodded vaguely, not really listening to her. He wondered why it felt like he was lying on an extremely uncomfortable mattress. Really what was poking in his back? When he tried to get up and look again he found that Madam Pomfrey pushed him back down. Not wanting to fight her he settled back for the time being. Then something she had said earlier hit home.

"Sirius is here?" he whispered, hope shining in his eyes. Madam Pomfrey nodded and moved to his back to rearrange something. The painful pressure in his back lessened.

A huge grin broke through on Harry's face. Sirius was here, here! Then when the first wave of happiness dulled Harry started to wonder: why Sirius was here and as a matter of fact what would need to be explained to him? Slowly a sickening emotion poured together in the pit of his stomach and made him feel quite uncomfortable. Something bad had happened; he just knew it.

Madam Pomfrey watched the change of emotions on Harry's face; the glittering scales making him look exotic and ethereal. The effect was enhanced with the slightly crooked stance his eyes had taken. When she noticed him getting more and more confused and scared she decided to step in and interrupt his thinking.

"Now Mister Potter, I would like you to tell me everything you can remember from the maze. Professor Takashi would very much like a report." There, that would take his thoughts from their current path.

Nodding slowly Harry thought back to the DADA class and more specifically the part he spent in the maze. At first the memories came sluggish and slightly hazy in his mind, but with some determination he finally remembered the whole debacle. When he started talking Madam Pomfrey pulled a quill from one of her pockets together with a piece of parchment.

Clearing his throat Harry told her of his trip in the maze and in greater detail what happened to get him into the hospital.

"So you're saying that something stung you in the neck several times. And, that upon fainting you heard Malfoy laughing." Harry nodded.

"Tsk, Tsk. Not that I don't believe you Potter, but I think you'll find that Mister Malfoy won't be punished. Simply because no one is going to risk it, taking a statement from a fainting boy as a fact." She shushed Harry when he wanted to speak.

"No. I do not mean that they think you're making it up. It's just that they would claim you were not in your right mind. You know with the whole blacking out thing." She swiped her quill to strengthen her words and ink splattered around.

"But with this I think Professor Takashi will find the evidence that will show who the culprit is, so you don't need to worry. Professor Takashi as a Veela is quite more powerful than an ordinary wizard. He will have no trouble cleaning this mess up."

Pacified Harry sighed and nodded. "Alright... I'll take your word for it." He muttered under his breath. "Anyway, how long do I need to stay here, can Ron and Hermione visit me today if I have to stay?" He suddenly asked startling Madam Pomfrey who found herself searching for an answer.

"Sorry Harry, but I can't let them see you today. I will however allow a long visit next morning with explanation notes to any teacher who they are supposed to be with at that moment." She tried to pacify the young man seeing the tell tale anger signs rising.

It was hard, but Harry managed to push the anger down. Still pissed he folded his arms before his chest and went to pout. A few minutes later a burning sensation on his arm made him look down and for the first time he took his now scaled lower arms in. From there his eyes went to his hands and fingers. Eyes widening, he saw that his fingers had become a tad longer and his nails had turned into razor sharp claws, which would explain the cut on his right arm.

"Madam Pomfrey." He whispered looking up. Poppy swallowed and her eyes flickered to the door willing Sirius to appear this very minute. She had no such luck and Harry grew more uncertain when she did not answer him.

"Madam Pomfrey, what happened to me?" he leaned towards her wanting to grab her arm and gently shake it. Suddenly he felt something on his back twitch and rotate and suddenly a giant deep blue wing cam crashing down on Madam Pomfrey.

Shocked Harry eyed the wing forgetting about the nurse. Said nurse felt like cursing and struggled from under the leathery wing that, by now, was covered in thousands and thousands of tiny scales. She heard Harry suck in his breath and let out a gasp of terror. Quickly she pulled herself completely free and walked around the wing to get to Harry. One look on him told her he was starting to remember last night, his eyes with slanted pupils watched with fixed fascination at the four fingered claw at the joint.

Mouth opening and closing Harry took in the monster from last night. The thing that had been trying to grab him turned out to be a wing. Slowly he started to put the pieces together. The monster with the claw turned out to be a wing and he could feel that it was attached to his back. His. Back. Bloody hell.

"I have a wing. I have a freaking wing sticking out of my back." He said to Madam Pomfrey.

"Actually, you'll find you have two wings sticking out of your back Mister Potter. Now take this potion, you'll have to wait for your godfather for explanations." Poppy said sternly forcing the vial through Harry's closed lips so she could poor the contents down.

The effect was immediate and Harry calmed down considerably. "Yes of course, we'll wait for Sirius. Really though, how can a stinging curse get you wings and scales- he looked at his arms- and claws." He flexed his fingers and winced when one of the nails cut into another finger.

Making another tsk-ing sound Madam Pomfrey pulled out her wand and started to heal his cuts. "I think it is best to watch what you do with your fingers until you're more used to having claws."

X

Tired of pacing, Draco jumped on his bed. Sitting down he hunched forward and kept his senses fully open. Just some time ago he had felt his mate, but now any trace of her was gone. It was peculiar. Not to mention that his more animalistic side was starting to get angry that his mate was being kept form him.

Just when he felt like discarding his shell he remembered one of the ancient texts his mother had gotten for him. Dragonseekers who come into their heritage have a recuperation time going from one day till up to a week. In this time they can not be traced or even found by their mates. In this time a Dominant's body re-adjusts itself to a growth spurt and accompanying powers as well as some additional powers by the extremely strong ones. A Submissive, however, needs this time to get their reproduction organs adjusted to carrying high class wild magic babies and male Submissive will also need the time for their body to make said organs. A Submissive will also go through a growth spurt although for them, this is purely magical.

He recited the text over a couple of times to settle his wild side down. Feeling unsatisfied and grumpy still, he could now live with the fact that he would not be able to find his mate just yet. Soon though, soon he would be able to find her. A smile slowly formed on his lips and for a moment razor sharp fangs could be seen.

With a frustrated sigh Draco let himself fall backwards and he spend the rest of the morning waiting for his alarm clock to go of. He wondered briefly how Potter was doing, but found the thought of Potter less interesting than speculating about what his mate would look like.

When morning came Draco waited for Blaise to get out of bed before going out himself. It wouldn't do to alert his friend to something out of the ordinary, and Draco never got out of bed before Blaise. Well always except for Thursdays when he had Ancient Runes first period. A class Blaise did not take himself.

Stretching he left for the showers, taking the cubical at the end that he had claimed for himself. Pushing the serpent shaped knob the door opened and a yet of warm water started to poor form the ceiling. Shedding his pyjamas Draco stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

Once inside he quickly rinsed the shell before shedding it and proceeded to wash his real body. A good twenty minutes later he was almost finished with his wings and found himself hopping on one leg while washing his foot. With a hiss he felt one of his wings getting pushing uncomfortably into the wall and he stepped forwards quickly to adjust for the large appendage.

When he was finally done he ordered the stream of water to stop and pulled a towel from a hidden alcove in the wall. Drying his body, he then put on his human shell and dried that too. Stepping outside he found a set of clean clothing to put on.

While going up to the main hall Draco found that he felt restless and strangely nervous. Trying to ignore the feeling, he made it to the Slytherin table, and settled down in his usual spot between Blaise and Pansy.

While breakfast filled the plates before them Draco scooped up a healthy dose of sweet fruits and proceeded to consume them. Next to him Pansy was eying behind them. Suddenly she turned around and poked Draco in his side.

"What!" Draco snapped.

Pansy smiled. "Looks like Potter got it good this time, his little friends are here, but boy wonder is no where to be seen." She giggled.

Looking around Draco noticed that indeed one Harry Potter was not in his usual spot. Today, however, he didn't care much and without any comments he returned to his breakfast ignoring Pansy's other attempts to pull him into a conversation. When finished with his fruit Draco rose and picked up his bag. Slinging it on his shoulder he left for a double potions hour, back at the Gryffindor table Hermione did the same. Saying good bye to Ron and waving to Ginny.

Another day, another hour. Back at the table a few students huddled closed and spoke in hushed voices what they should do if Professor Takashi did not manage to find any evidence against Malfoy.