Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

With some difficulty Harry made his way out of the bathroom. The experience had been awkward and rather odd. The whole time he had trouble sticking his wings in the right place

(Trying not to demolish the door had been a feet on its own.) In the small shower cube. Then when he finally fitted all of him in he found out he was facing the wrong direction.

Feeling close to screaming Harry decided to go with small temper tantrum and forcefully turned around to face the tabs. He could hear a distinct groaning sound before something cracked. Not particularly caring at the moment he turned the tabs until the water was pleasantly hot.

The next new experience was feeling water fall on his wings. Harry jump started at the feel and landed himself with his right wing in the wall. Wincing he pulled back as he felt pain shoot from his wing to his spinal chord and up to his head. The steadily pouring water sprayed right into his face and managed to get into his nose. Making choking noises he pulled back and bent his head while sneezing. Out of the blue his left wing suddenly unfolded and banged into the door. Harry let out another wince of pain.

A few more minutes of fighting, he had both wing folded against his back the small claws grabbing his shoulders for extra support. The next twenty minutes were spent washing his body and discovering the changes.

Aside from the claws that had replaced his gnawed off fingernails and scaled front arms he found that his lower legs were scaled as well and the scales did not stop there. They went up his inner thighs all the way to his hips were they stopped suddenly, reappearing a few centimeters higher to follow his hipbone to his back, stopping on his lower back. Scowling Harry watched how his toenails had also been replaced with small sharp nails. He wondered how any shoe would survive this new addition. Giving his body a final rub down to get rid of any soap still lingering he turned the shower off and stepped outside the dented cube.

Outside he lost control over his right wing and while spasms tortured the appendix it took out the already severely jarred door. With a comical look Harry looked at the damage he had done and sighed. It was going to cost him a lot of patience until he managed to control his new limbs. He also guessed that Madam Pomfrey wasn't going to be too thrilled with him.

Taking one of the towels from the nearby closet Harry dried himself en wrapped the towel around his hips while walking to the mirror. He already felt that his incisors had gotten longer and a lot sharper and up until now Madam Pomfrey had refused to give him a mirror. In fact he wasn't even supposed to be in the bathroom, he was once again under strict rules to "Not to move a muscle".

With a sigh he peeked into the mirror and felt his mouth fall open. His skin like most of his body had taken a soft slightly honey color. The complexion was perfect and would cause any fashion sensitive girl to go green with envy. More peculiar however, was the scales that in a fading pattern covered his face. They accented his cheekbones and lined his hairline before fading out to leave perfect skin.

While his eyes trailed up Harry vaguely noticed that his pupils were no longer round and that his eyes were standing in a crooked angle, slightly turned upwards, his ears had turned slightly pointed. Going on he noticed the horns. Mouth falling open and with wide eyes he looked at the inch long horns. Letting out a strangled noise Harry took a step back. Things just kept getting better and better.

"Ow this is just joyful." He whispered while reaching out to his image in the mirror.

"And what did I tell you to do Mister Potter." A sudden booming noise said to his right. Harry spun around lost his balance due to the added weight of his wings. Harry found himself looking up to Madam Pomfrey, who loomed over him hands firmly placed against her hips. "Tsk, tsk Mister Potter. There is a reason why I told you to stay put. Now if you feel up to it I suggest you go back to your bed. Mister Black is waiting for you."

Not having to be told twice Harry scrammed. He didn't want to hang around when she found out what he did to the shower cube. He just reached Sirius when he heard a angry yell from the bathroom. Sirius pulled up a eyebrow and waited for an explanation.

"I kind of dented the shower cube." Harry answer hurriedly. He then let all his worries and fear go and hugged Sirius in a tight embrace.

"There, there Harry no need to strangle me with enthusiasm I have some information you might want to hear." Sirius said, his voice just above a whisper and his arms grabbing Harry just as strongly as Harry was holding him. After a few minutes a rather loud bang coming from the bathroom broke them apart and Harry crawled up in his bed.

"Now before we start this conversation I first want to have a good look a you." Sirius rose form his seat and step this way and then that way to so all of Harry. "Well the changes sure are going to take some time getting used too." he mumbled. Harry snorted. "You don't say. Just showering is a hazard in itself. I killed the damned door with just the wings." Sirius snickered at this.

"Don't worry too much about it. You're not the first to wreck Poppy's bathroom. In fact your father and I did much the same thing as you did. Well only on a bit greater scale. Still remember the look on James's face when we accidentally blew out an entire wall."

Harry's mouth fell open again. "You didn't." he chocked out. "Pomfrey would have had your skin for pulling something like that within her territory." Sirius face twisted in a pained expression.

"Well you're about halfway right. She hexed us with a blood blister spell. We couldn't sit for two weeks without squirting blood." Harry winced.

"But going on to things that really matter. The headmaster asked me to tell you about your changes and such." Suddenly the atmosphere turned serious. Harry nodded, urging Sirius to go on.

"First I want to tell you that no matter what you'll always have me and Remus, Harry. You know this right?" at Harry's nod Sirius continued.

"Well, let see. I never did something like this before." He mumbled tapping an index finger against his lips, eyes glazed over while he though how best to start. In the back Madam Pomfrey suddenly ran to the door and slipped out at top speed. Harry thought he could here a heated discussion. Sirius moved in his chair and nearly fell off when a rather loud bang was heard, followed by another bang of a door being thrown closed. Before the door stood a smoking Madam Pomfrey, her face resembling a thunder cloud. Straitening her uniform she huffed gave Harry the evil eye and marched back to her office. On her way she said. "You'll be able to have a private conversation; I spelled the hospital wing to be separated from Hogwarts for a few hours."

This statement was followed by muttering under her breath. With his better hearing Harry could make out Pansy and insufferable curiosity. When she closed the door to her office Harry and Sirius gave each other a look of better-not-mess-with-her-now.

After a few more minutes of silence Sirius cleared his throat and wiggled in his chair. Harry gave him a wondering look. "Well, it is kind of hard to do something like this and not sound cheesy or stupid." The blue eyed man uttered. Harry cocked his head and smiled. For the moment, here with just Sirius, he could forget what happened to him on some level. And did like to know what Sirius would tell him about himself.

Letting out a big sigh Sirius began. "First I will tell you a little story. Don't worry everything will become clearer soon." He assured Harry.

"A long time ago and even before the founder's time and before Merlin himself, there used to be a witch with great power who's field was magical animals. She was rather spirited in her hobby and would not think twice before putting herself in danger by going after some animal. At one time historical documents speak of a lover and the woman found herself pregnant, but even this did not stop her from working in the field. At one point she found a new species of dragon. She was fascinated with them and followed them for weeks." At this point Sirius pulled out a thick old book. It looked to be ready to fall apart but magic held it together.

With great care Sirius opened the book and turned it around so Harry could see the picture. It was a rather strange dragon Harry thought. Its form was smaller than normal dragon and more humanoid. The picture showed a dragon standing on two legs complete with wings, horns, tail and claws. It seemed to be a cross between a Chinese variation dragon (slim) and a human. Harry's eyes shot back to Sirius.

"This is a copy of a drawing the woman made of one of the males from the group she was following. As the story goes she got too close and this very male attacked her. It took her with him and sexually abused her. Nobody heard from her for weeks. Then suddenly she appeared in Hogsmeade, whatever she had been put through she still had her child. Two day's later she gave birth." Harry looked at Sirius with horror. Sirius closed the book and the picture of the fiery red dragon was covered with a heavy thump.

"Now, she lived a pretty normal live for a decent few years. She helped the villagers with getting rid of dangerous animals and taught her son all she knew. She was very well respected in fact, and many witches and wizard send their children to her to learn. Things didn't go that bad until her sons 16th birthday. He fell ill and within a few hours he lost his human shell. From then on the story is quite hard to follow because almost nothing is recorded. All we know is that what her son had become was named after her. Meave the Dragon seeker."

Silence seemed to echo through the hospital as Harry digested what Sirius had just told him. His godfather looked at him keenly, blue eyes filled with love. While Harry put the puzzle together he was aware of this love, and that more than anything helped him with acknowledging what had happened to him. Of course there were many things he couldn't make sense of.

"Sirius could you tell the rest now, I want to know now." He said looking his godfather in the eye. Brilliant green met sapphire blue and for a moment they seemed to connect at a level much deeper and purer than anything before. The moment passed and Harry blinked. Sirius cleared his throat again and Harry handed him a glass of water from his cabinet.

Sirius took a few sips before nodding and settling back in his chair. "Of course, I will continue, but know that we do not know everything. Albus is still searching the books together with McGonagall. The moment we learn more we will tell you. Or more likely I will tell you since I will be staying here as Snuffles." Sirius grinned and wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. Harry smiled back at him.

"Anyway. On with the story. Dragonseekers as your kind is called come in branches. 1st branch is a Dragonseeker born to a pregnant female who then had intercourse with the dragon kind I just showed you. The unborn child will be effected and take the second fathers gene and characteristics together with its mothers. When a 1st branch and a 1st branch mate their children will also be 1st branch, however, when a 1st branch mates with a common witch or wizard their children will be second branch. This goes on till the dragon blood is so thin is lays dormant and never resurfaces." Sirius kept watching Harry to make sure he was following everything.

"Now, as you already know the appearance of a Dragonseeker there is not much to tell you except for the minor differences between a dominant and submissive." Harry moved on the bed and pulled the blanked over his legs. He grabbed the pillow and hugged it to him. Sirius went on. "You are a submissive; the only difference you can see is that you have the claws on your wing while a dominant has one finger like a bat. In power the submissive is much stronger magically while a dominant is stronger on the physical front. Together they balance each other out." So far so good. Harry nodded for Sirius to continue willing himself not to think on the him being submissive part.

"Now you need to know that very soon a dominant will come looking for you. It does not matter where they are in the world once their submissive is 'born' they sense it and start to hunt for them. It is in their nature to pursue their mate and get quite vicious when denied. There is one more thing you need to know on this front; a dominant is always a male." Sirius fell quite and he watched Harry intently as he processed this piece of information. Emotions flitted over the boys face and green eyes started to go slightly red.

Sirius sucked his breath in when he noticed that. 'Damn, even with the transition week a dominant would pick up on him if he gets too emotional.' Not knowing what to do he decided to wait it out and hope for the best. As it would he got lucky and Harry managed to calm himself down. "It doesn't really matter." He whispered, so that Sirius had to bend forward to understand it. "I like girls and boys, it doesn't really matter."

Sitting back Sirius smiled at him. "Don't worry much, James swung both ways too. Lily was the only one to ever keep his full attention. He loved her so much." Sirius said encouragingly. Harry smiled weakly back at him. "It's just, I never told anyone and I didn't want them to know." Sirius nodded in understanding. James had gone through the same thing and hadn't told until 4th year.

Bending forward Sirius ruffled Harry's hair. "Now on with the tail. As I mentioned submissive's are quite the fire crackers. Their magical power is on a entire different plain all together. You'll notice this after the transition week, (a week were the changes take place and also a week wherein a dominant can not sense his mate after the first awakening were he is warned that his mate is born,) that things go really easy were power is concerned. Also from that moment you will need to be on alert for your mate." Harry squeezed the pillow and kept his eyes on Sirius.

"Your mate will try to claim you no matter what; it can be quite destructive in its trying. Just know he will not mean you harm, he just can't help himself... after the first mating you will be bonded and his rage will abate. But I need you to know more than that to be careful that you have a choice."

"You can choose if you want your mate or not. This choice is yours only, see a submissive can live quite happily with someone he or she chooses, he will of course be happiest with his true mate, but you don't need to." Sirius said carefully. Harry nodded speechless.

When he was sure that part sunk in Sirius explained more. "See the moment of claiming if you do not want it, and I mean with body, mind and soul, a dominant will not be able to claim you." Harry nodded his head.

"So I have a choice. That makes it a bit easier." Sirius smiled at Harry to confirm it once more.

"So, let's see what more is there to tell. I guess you need to know that Albus is putting up a schedule for training. Apparently he is even considering unlocking part of the forbidden forest just for that." Harry looked curious.

"Unlock a part?"

"Yes you see. Not all of the forest is accessible, but because of your tremendous power you'll need a place to train where you won't cause too much damage."

"Ow. I didn't know that. Am I really going to be that powerful? It sounds kind of impossible for anything to be that powerful that it can not train in Hogwarts."

Sirius sighed. "It really is true. The only reason why you and the rest of the students are not taught about this possibility is because there has not been a Dragonseeker for centuries. At least not as far as we know. Of course we do know there has to be one more since you are a submissive." Sirius argued.

From there on they moderately went to mundane subjects. Talking about daily life and some of the adjustments Harry would have to make. At one point Sirius explained the shell part in his story and how it could be used to look completely human. "See, in your mind you still have the complete picture of what you looked like, now after some training you will be able to reinforce this image and place it over yourself. It will then become a real shell, pretty much the same as clothing. You can put it on and off and it is of course real handy. It does diminish your powers though."

At this Harry cheered. "You mean I can still look normal?"

"Well yes of course. I think it's a protection of sorts. The bad part is that you'll never age, or at least look like you age." Harry slummed.

"Well at least I'll look normal, it's something." Sirius nodded and ruffled Harry's hair some more. "Keep positive pal, Remus and I'll be right here for you."

From the back they could here Madam Pomfrey come out of her office. Sirius looked up to the clock on the wall and chuckled. "I guess it past time for me to go. I'll see you tomorrow and I'll talk to Hermione and Ron to tell them you're doing well but are not up for visitors just yet." He said while he parted.

The moment Sirius left Madam Pomfrey came bustling out of her office holding a vial of clear potion and headed straight for Harry. With a bit of suspicion he watched her.

"Now Potter I want you to take this. It will let you sleep lightly for a few hours, according to the Headmaster your power will start to settle in and it will cause you less discomfort if it happens while you sleep." She pushed the vial against his lips and waited for him to open his mouth.

With reluctance Harry opened his mouth and felt the clear potion drip down his throat. It tasted horrendous and left a slimy trail in his mouth. Poppy smiled brightly at him. "Now, now Mister Potter don't worry I don't plan on doing anything to you, just don't expect me to heal you softly the next time you need it. And let that be a warning to listen to my commands."

Pulling a face Harry nodded and laid back. Suddenly the world became quite blank and he felt a foreign substance course through his veins and slowly work its way in his body. One by one he lost control of his limbs and body until even thinking was made impossible.

xXx

Back at Gryffindor common room students started to get to bed leaving scraps of parchments broken quills and games laying around. One group remained however and was muttering quietly amongst each other.

"Alright, so it's decided." Dean whispered. "Hermione and Ron will visit the Professor while Ginny, Seamus and I do a little buddy buddy talk in Slytherin common room."

Hermione sniffed and shook her head. "No Dean. There simply is no way we or better say I could get you the P potion. Instead I found this small complex spell." In the back Ron rolled his eyes and Neville's head ping ponged from Dean to Hermione.

"I cannot perform it fully yet, however, I can make it last for a nearly an hour." She went on ignoring Ron for the moment. "It will make you look different from yourself and a mix of the student I have in mind." Ginny interrupted.

"But wouldn't they notice that we're strangers."

"Good one." Seamus commented and watched Hermione with curiosity.

Hermione blushed. "Yes, well I thought about that and I thought we could try the trust me charm together with form changing spell. It should work." She muttered under her breath and than nodded her head. "It should at least work for a few minutes. So it's important that you guys handle fast."

In the back Neville moved towards Ron. "I thought Hermione was going to wait for the Professor to try finding evidence first." He whispered. Ron rolled his eyes. And muttered back "She found Pansy going to the hospital ward with a camera. I think it pissed her off, and believe me Hermione is dangerous when riled." Ron mimicked being hanged and Neville blanched and looked at Hermione with admiration.

From the corner of her eye Hermione noticed Ron's actions and lashed out planting an elbow in his stomach. "Oy, 'Mione was that needed." He winched rubbing his stomach.

Blushing a dark red Hermione continued. "Since we only have a short while I thought it best that while going to the Professor Ron and I could also discreetly watch the halls for incoming and such."

"Brilliant." Dean said and Hermione whose blush had just disappeared found herself a soft pink once more. Ron snorted and felt in his pocket for the marauder's map.

"Anyway- Ron said turning to Neville- We need you to stay here and keep communication up between the two groups. It's too dangerous to have a direct link between us. You can also keep up an active glamour to pretend that al of us are asleep in our beds were we aught to be." He explained.

Neville nodded. "Sure, Hermione explained it already. She even taught me the charm. I can do this." He smiled broadly and seemed to radiant pride and confidence. Dean and Seamus threw each other a look before smiling at Neville also. He was finally starting to really come into his own.

With everything settled on Ron and Hermione left, taking their time going through the portrait to give the other three times to get out also. Once in the hall Ginny threw Harry's invisibility cloak over Dean, Seamus and herself. Ron and Hermione waited until they were sure Ginny and group had progressed far enough before taking of themselves. Behind them the pink Lady grumbled. "At least you could have closed me. It's enough that I need to swing myself open for the lot of you but you want me to close now on my own to after a long day of working too."

Neither Ron nor Hermione gave her any credit and kept walking. The last they heard was a treat. "I'm going to sleep now! Just so you now. And don't even dare wake me."

"Well, she is getting more cooperative every year. Doesn't she?" Ron said turning to Hermione. The small brunette shrugged her shoulders and seemed not to hear him.

"Well I guess it's down to business. Might as well check the communication link." He mumbled. Hermione kept walking looking at a spot just a few inches before her feet while she walked. Her eyes were clouded and she was clearly thinking about something.

With a sigh Ron brought his wristwatch (a present from Hermione) to his mouth while pressing a small red button on the side. "Neville, Neville can you hear me alright." Ron released the button and placed the watch against his ear listening intently.

"I'M HEARING YOU JUST FINE RON. GINNY JUST TOLD ME THEY REACHED THE DUNGEONS." Neville' voice boomed. Shutting his eyes in pain Ron flung his arm away from his ear. Next to him Hermione was brought back into reality and jumped from fright before she understood what had happened. Tutting she grabbed Ron's arm and pulled it to her.

"Really Ronald. I did tell you to turn down the volume." She adjusted a few parameters with her wand and released his arm. Ron was looking at her oddly. "What were you saying?" he asked rather loudly making Hermione wince and look around nervously.

Making a hushing movement with her hands she pressed her index against her mouth and walked over to Ron's other side. "I said Ronald that you should listened to me when I explain something." Ron frowned.

"Is this about charms again Hermione? I already apologized for that." Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Let's just go Ron. If you could bring out the map, we can actually start."

Ron nodded and brought out the map whispering at it and touching it with the tip of his wand. Soon the map revealed the castle and tiny dots with labels could be found wondering around here and there. Most of them were teachers patrolling the hall and two others were prefects on duty, one was the head girl.

Bringing his watch to his mouth again he pressed the red button again when he handed Hermione the map. "Neville, tell them to take the eastern corridor right now." A moment of silence.

"I told them, anything else?" Neville's voice came out just loud enough to hear. Ron looked at Hermione raising an eyebrow. "No, nothing at the moment."

With that they continued there journey to the Professor making a few calls on the way telling Neville what to say to Ginny and her group.

xXx

Crammed under the cloak made moving hard. And Ginny found that having Seamus breathing down her neck at such a time was aggravating, heck she couldn't even retaliate, which was even more aggravating. Suddenly she could hear Dean stop and stopped herself.

Dean brought the watch to his face and waited for a report from Neville. His watch gleamed a soft blue and then Neville's voice was heard. "Ron says the painting to the right. The password is Methuselah." Dean looked up if the other too had heard it too and when both nodded at him he pressed the red button on his watch and brought it to his mouth. "Roger that Neville. Keep up the good work mate." With that he released the button and let his arm fall to his side.

When he looked up he found Ginny and Seamus looking at him. Confused he shook his head in wonder at what was the matter. Ginny was the one to voice the question. "Roger, who is Roger?"

For a moment Dean looked clueless, and then he understood. He had used a muggle way of talking to Neville, clearly people like Ginny and Seamus who were not used to walkie-talkies and such, would not no what he was doing. Dean chuckled softly. "I'll explain when were back in the dorm."

With one last look of confusion Ginny and Seamus turned around and the three of them started walking towards a painting with a single sword. It was apparently made of silver and had a decorative gothic design on the blade. The handle was formed by two snakes melting together to form the handle. Blood red eyes looked at them and seemed to shift making spots of bright red dance. It made Ginny shudder send behind her Seamus swallowed hard.

Sighing Ginny pushed her doubts and fears away and pulled the cloak from hem. The snakes in the painting seemed to cock their heads and hissed. Taken aback Ginny eyed them fearfully and it Dean who spoke the password the grand them entrance. The portrait swung open wide and the three of them hurried in.

As fortune would have it the Slytherin common room was devoid of students and with a few last directions Ginny, Dean and Seamus found themselves climbing up a staircase towards the dormitory of sixth year male students slept.

When they finally pushed the door open slowly Dean went in to scout out the surroundings and check everything out. Ginny and Seamus waited by the door edgy and uncomfortable while their friend looked around the room. When he finally gave the sign that everything was fine both bolted into the room wanting their mission over with fast.

Dean stood waiting by a bed close to the dormitory door and waved them while mouthing 'Draco Malfoy'. Just when they reached him and started to reach out to wake the blond he shifted and moved to sit up.

Ginny froze mouth open in horror before she could contain herself and remember the spell Hermione had placed on them just before leaving the Gryffindor tower. Still insecure she approached the now awake boy. Next to Malfoy stood Dean and Seamus stood at the beds foot end. Malfoy looked at them with shiny silver eyes. He looked confused and for a moment the three Gryffindor's thought everything would go just fine.

Ginny opened her mouth the ask the first question when she was stopped by Malfoy's heated look. And then before their eyes he seemed to lose his humanity as his eyes became a brilliant red and silver slits focused on her. In shock they watched as something fell from the boy and a huge set of wings sprouted seemingly out of nowhere on his back.

With a forceful swipe of his arm Malfoy sent out a wave of magical energy. The three Gryffindor's were blown away like rag dolls and smashed into the nearby wall with a sickening crack. They fluttered to the ground unconscious. Sneering Malfoy stepped out of his bed and walked towards them, clawed hands ready to shred them. Under his breath he muttered counter spell after counter spell until finally the truth was revealed.

"Ah Granger, you do yourself proud." Draco sneered looking down. Knelling his black wings spreading out behind him he picked up a lock of red hair. "Always being brave and stupid, you Gryffindor lot." With a frown of disgust he nicked his claw through Ginny's hair and cut the lock of.

Stashing it away for later use he turned to wake Blaise. Within a few strides he reached the bed and had already donned his human shell. "Wake up, wake up." Draco sing-songed. Within minutes his friend awoke and looked around with sleep filled eyes.

"Wassup Draakko." He slurred rubbing his eyes. Grinning Draco took a step back and presented behind him the three forms lying on the ground. "We have some visitors I'm sure Professor Snape would be delighted to meet." He drawled.

Blaise's eyes went huge when he saw who was lying on the ground. "What the f..." he stopped himself and then grinned just as evilly as Draco. "Ow, Snape is going to love this alright. And I will go and get him right away, wouldn't want to waste a single moment of this."

With that Blaise jumped out his bed and ran out of the dormitory, for once forgetting to behave proper and aloof. Back in the dormitory Draco kept watch over the three Gryffindor's. What had Granger been thinking, trying to pull something like this of?

And he was sure, very sure Granger was behind this. All that for their petty little hero. And to think he hadn't even be able to enjoy his stunt. Shit he hadn't even thought much about anything after he felt his Mate being born.

With a snort of disgust Draco went to settle down on his bed, and while he waited for Snape he kept a eye on the unconscious rule breakers. But most of the time he was thinking about hoe in a few more days he would be able to find his mate and make her all his. He would dominate her and rule her everyday life. Ah, yes that cheered him up alright.

Sighing contently Draco allowed himself to wonder around his plans for his future mate. And together they would be able to protect his mother and leave everything behind them. They would go away and his father and the dark lord could rot in hell for all he cared.

X

A/n: I hope it was liked. And I decided to end this one with a cliffhanger. As always I hope you will take moment of your time to review. I enjoy getting comments and my muse lives on them. Till next chapter.

Meave the dragon seeker. 

Although not much is known about this woman a few facts are named in a few books. It is however well known that most of even today's knowledge on mythical/ magical creatures comes from her research. In the last 50 years or so a few handwritten documents have been found with her personal notes, most of them on dragons. Apparently Meave got her name by chasing these giant animals. Her legend as Meave the dragon's seeker can still be found in a few children stories.

Her only child was the first recorded Dragonseeker and was therefore named after his mother. Of course over the years the name went from Son of the dragon seeker to just the short name of Dragonseeker. There is even less known about her son then there is of her, and over the centuries many witches and wizards spend their time trying to find more information on her life and her son's.