Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

It was with a feeling of dread that Harry woke up the next morning. Last night, after Sirius departure and another round of check ups from Madam Pomfrey, he had started to think over the explanation Sirius had given him. Of course, he was glad he would have his godfather with him, especially now. But… it didn't take away the queasy feeling he had every time he thought about having a mate. To be more precise, a dominant mate.

Taking a deep breath and folding his arms in front of his chest, Harry tried to push the feeling down. He wouldn't think about it. Well, at least not yet. Snorting, Harry gave himself a task and pushed the sheets away. With some trouble he climbed out of bed and padded bare foot to Madam Pomfrey's office annex apartment. His wings folded around his shoulders and making the claws clasp in the front making some weird leathery scaled cloak

At the door, he sneaked an arm through his folded wings and knocked. After a few minutes, he knocked harder. He just about to open the door to peek inside when Madam Pomfrey came rushing out making Harry jump back to avoid getting smacked with the door.

"Oh, sorry dear. I thought it might be an emergency. With all that has been going on of late, I guess I fell back in my habit I acquired during the first war." In her right hand was her wand and while speaking she started running tests on Harry.

"Well, I would say you're as healthy as one could wish and I think your body is done adjusting," she said as an afterthought.

All the while, Harry tried to say something but found he had no idea what it was he had tried to find her for.

"Well, Mr. Potter, what were you doing over here anyway?" she queried after she was done with him.

Harry blinked scrunched his brow and shook his head. "I forgot ma'am."

"Really? Well, in any case you had better get ready. Sirius is going to arrive at any moment." She ushered Harry back to his bed like a stray sheep and pushed some clothing in his hands. "Here, these will do until you're taken shopping." She tapped the shirt with her wand and it glowed a soft pearly pink before returning to cashmere brown.

Eying it with suspicion to make sure it stayed brown, Harry dumped the clothing on his bed and started to pull of his pajama bottoms. Behind him, he heard two quick clinking sounds when Madam Pomfrey pulled the curtains closed.

With his sharper hearing, he could hear her mumbling, "No respect for his elders. Undressing right before me, humph, the nerve!" Then in a softer and more endearing tone. "He really takes after his father at the weirdest times."

Harry smiled and then grinned. His heart fluttered and burned with a deep feeling of happiness. He still had some of his father in him after all. He wasn't completely different from before. He was still himself, even if he did look different. And this conclusion, more then anything, helped him accept himself a bit more everyday.

Pulling on his stone washed jeans, Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust when he had trouble closing his once to big trousers. When he finally managed to get his jeans on, he went to the shirt. But he didn't remember he had wings until he had already donned it. Confused, he looked at his back as best as he could. After twisting and turning fruitlessly for a while, he decided that a trip to the bathroom was in order.

Pushing the highly polished door open, he walked in to find the room completely restored to perfection. He couldn't even find a dent on the door to the shower cube. With a sigh, he walked over to the mirror above the sink and turned around.

Before his transformation, he would have had to jump up and down to see his back properly in the small round mirror. But now with his newly acquired inches, he only needed to stand on his toes. Finally, he saw what Madam Pomfrey's spell had done to the shirt. It had made openings in the shirt for his wings. Satisfied, Harry went back to his little area of the hospital ward.

When he got there he noticed that his bed was freshly made and his pajama's had been take away. Shrugging his shoulders, he pulled out the chair Sirius had used yesterday and rummaged through the stack of candy that had apparently just arrived.

Pulling out some chocolate frogs and a stack of cards, Harry settled in his chair and looked at the first card while popping a wriggling frog in his mouth. He smiled when he saw Ginny's recognizable handwriting.

When he opened the card he heard a soft tingling melody. It was soothing and the voice accompanying the tune was, he was sure of it, not quite human. The effect was immediate and Harry felt his body relax. Inside Ginny had written the normal words for one in an infirmary,

"Hope you're doing well. Get better soon. 

Love, Ginny."

The other cards were in the same fashion, only without the music or singing. Harry smiled when he opened Dean's card and found a hand-drawn sketch. It was simple for Dean but even then, Harry found it wonderful. It was a drawing of a stag that stood between trees. What amazed Harry the most were the almost lifelike eyes of the animal. They seemed to stare at him from paper and send a message of love and comfort.

Smiling, Harry closed the card and put it with the others on his nightstand. Popping the last of his chocolate frogs in his mouth, Harry looked around and found that he was bored. Heck, he would even have some homework over this...this emptiness.

Unsure what to do, Harry found himself looking at the hospital doors waiting for Sirius to arrive. Twenty minutes later, Harry was passing the floor and making stops at the door regularly to put his ear against it to try to hear if something, anything at all, was coming.

By the time that Madam Pomfrey had told him off for wearing her floor down, Harry found himself back in the chair wondering what could possibly be keeping Sirius. Finally after what felt like an eternity, the door opened to reveal a familiar head of long black hair and twinkling blue eyes.

"Sirius! Finally! I was wondering what happened to you," Harry exclaimed and jumped from his seat, waving to Sirius to take his seat.

The tall man smiled at Harry and sat down, pulling out a wand and conjuring another chair for Harry. "I see Madam Pomfrey found you something to wear," he started, but stopped when he saw Harry eyeing his wand. "Ah, yes." Sirius smiled mischievously.

"Remus pestered Tonks into getting it out of the Ministry's holding room. She also snuck out my bike and some other things," he explained.

"That's great, but won't she get in trouble for it?" Harry asked still looking at Sirius's wand while he put it back in a holster tied to his left forearm.

Sirius shook his head. "No. You won't believe it but Tonks is surprisingly good at sneaking around when she wants too. It's seldom, of course, but she does manage some times," he muttered. "And of course she changed her appearance." Satisfied that he had explained it Sirius went to addressing Harry's earlier exclamation.

"About my being late, it really was an accident. Well, kind off." Harry leaned forward curious what could have kept Sirius. "See I was wandering around as Snuffles and what would you know? I walked right into a pack of first years." Harry at this point had an inkling of what had happened. "And then there was one who yelled, 'Grim!' and then the whole lot of them went into a mass panic and bolted."

At this point, Sirius was smiling and his blue eyes twinkled with amusement. "Not the best thing I ever caused, but it was kind of fun. And when you get out and Snuffles will be following you all around, I think we might get a whole funky new cult thing going." Harry laughed and shook his head, really only Sirius could come up with something like this.

"Anyway," his godfather said, "Remus is coming this afternoon and he will be bringing one of the books that Dumbledore has provided with him. He will practice with you to put on your human shell, so to speak."

Harry's face lit up at that. "You mean I'll be out of here soon?"

Sirius laughed, "Sure kid, if you can learn that fast. But seriously, you'll need to practice really hard. This is not easy stuff." He then looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "Although you seem to be the exception to the rule and learn hard stuff easier than the easy stuff." Harry pouted.

"That's not nice, Sirius. But speaking about learning, how are Ron and Hermione?" Surely his bright friend had already been complaining about Harry missing so much school. He was sure she was pushing Ron harder than normal, now that she had only one boy to push.

"Not to worry, my boy. I spoke to her yesterday, just before curfew. She promised to make copies of her notes and give them to me today. Then you can do your homework here." Harry scowled at the enthusiasm in Sirius eyes. He really did like to tease.

"Anything else happening? What did they say when you told them they couldn't come to visit me?"

Sirius sighed. "Ah. Well, Miss Granger seemed to be hard to convince but Ron was a big help. The lad said something about unfinished homework. Distracted her right off her current train of thought. Bless him." Sirius mock whipped his brow and rolled his eyes.

"Anyway, I told them it was uncertain when you would be able to receive visitors. They also gave me a message." Sirius righted himself, puffed out his chest to seem more important and said, "We will be sure to get Malfoy for you Harry. We're on it as we speak."

Harry laughed, "Okay. Just be sure to tell them not to get into too much trouble." Sirius choked at that.

"Harry," he exclaimed, "How can you say something like 'not get into too much trouble?' My poor old heart just skipped a beat." Sirius grabbed the front of his robes and swooned making Harry's soft laughter ring out loud. When he saw that his godson was having fun, he stopped his play and settled back. At least he still had it in him. He had always made James laugh whenever he had been down. Just like James had done for him.

At that moment, Remus walked in carrying a tray of food and a book. He closed the door with his feet and walked towards them. "Hello, Sirius, Harry," he said, "It's good to see you both healthy and sporting a good mood."

The werewolf placed the tray of food on the bed and gestured. "I brought us all something to eat. Thought it would be appreciated." He smiled at Harry while taking in his new appearance. "Well I must say, Harry, it will take some getting used to but I think you look a lot better now. The girls will go crazy," Remus gushed amber eyes twinkling.

Harry's cheeks gained a rosy hue and he looked away from Lupin. Sirius laughed and smacked Remus against his shoulder sending the other man nearly into Harry. "Good one, Moony. Look at him blush."

This, of course, made Harry blush even more. He moved away from Remus feeling a bit uncomfortable at this moment with the man so close by.

Sighing, Remus took a step back. "Aw, Padfoot, remember The Rule now: No close contact with Harry unless we want to renovate the castle." He said in mock serious tone. Sirius shook his head.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't get your knickers in a twist. I'll be following that Rule closely."

"Sure. And if you ask me, it's going to cause more trouble than it's worth, isn't it?" Remus crossed his arms and eyed Sirius. "Aren't I right, Sirius?"

Sirius blue eyes avoided looking at Remus' amber ones and watched Harry instead. "Don't worry, Remus. I won't do anything that could cause Harry harm. You know that."

Remus smiled lovingly at Sirius. "I know, Padfoot. Just checking. You know, making sure you've learned your lesson." Sirius barked out a laugh.

"Always the perfect boy, aren't you, Moony? You know what they say: all work and no play makes Remus a…"

"Are you going to teach me now?" Harry interrupted, leaving Remus and Sirius confused for a moment before they adjusted themselves. Sending one last glare at one another they took a breath and mentally prepared themselves for the task to come. It was going to be a tough few days.

"You're right, Harry. Now, to begin with, I want you to open your book at page 326. Read the sixth paragraph out loud please," said Remus, his voice stern. He had gone into his teacher mode. Sirius just sat back and watched the two works together. His only task. While Remus trained Harry was to catch anything going wrong and fix it before it got out of control.

X

(Several hours earlier) 

Blaise Zabini rolled his eyes while following Professor Snape's billowing long grey nightshirt. The man was such a grump but apparently, he was even worse when awoken in the middle of the night. "Mental note to self: get Draco back for this," he whispered while following Professor Snape into the common room.

It was bad enough that he had been awoken by Malfoy to fetch Professor Snape, but to be yelled at by him for waking him was just a bit too much for the sleep loving Slytherin. He enjoyed his eight hours of sleep, thank you very much. He loved his bed and the smell of it. Especially with clean bedding. One could say he slept for his enjoyment, and they would be right.

Meanwhile, the pair had reached the stairs to the boys' dormitory. Professor Snape slowed down some and went up in slow, relaxed pace. 'Probably enjoying himself with the thought he can torture three Gryffindors,' Blaise mused before going back to his own thoughts.

Upstairs Draco opened his eyes and yawned, "Ah. Seems like we're going to be relieved of you lot now," he said to the unconscious Gryffindors chuckling. "Though I must say, you really have outdone yourself this time. You're going to regret this for a very long time."

Climbing off his bed, Draco grabbed his wand and cast a body-bind curse on them all before levitating them. "So, all ready to be taken away by the Professor? I'm sure he is going to be in a bad mood already, so no use in pissing him off any more, okay?" Draco cocked his head and his eyes changed for an instant.

Slanted, silver eyes watched them with thoughtful malice, pondering for a moment before reacting, "But before he comes, I think I will take some hair as donation." The smile that accompanied those eyes was chilling.

With his wand hand out, he pointed at the three bodies maintaining his levitation charm. Draco used the other to pluck some hair from his victims. He was just putting the hair away, when Professor Snape burst into the room in his usual overdramatic manner. Draco snorted on the inside and stepped back releasing his victims over to the Professor.

The potions master elegantly raised his own wand and took over the spell. With a sneer, he turned around only to nearly bump into Blaise. "Zabini, watch where you're going." he spat out before stepping aside and letting the boy pass. Blaise merely looked at Snape and nodded. He was only focused on his bed and the sleep he would be getting soon. Behind the two, Draco watched closely with his eyes back to normal.

"Mr. Malfoy, I want to see you after dinner today. Be prepared." Professor Snape's parting shot made Draco twitch, but before he could answer the last of the grey silk was gone indicating that Snape was not expecting an answer or argument. He just ordered Draco to be there no matter what.

"Tsk," Draco sputtered, "just what I need, another damn lecture."

From under comfy blankets, Blaise snorted, "Give it up, wonder boy. You managed to break that little red haired wench's neck. Of course, you're going to get a lecture." Draco was not pleased by this remark.

"Well, it was entirely their fault. What did they expect breaking into our domain?" he sneered. His blood boiled and he could feel himself building up a rage. "I mean, what is their problem anyway? It's always the Slytherins they bother. Well, I have had it. If they do anything like that again, I'll be breaking more than just one stupid weasel girl's neck!" Draco fumed. By now he could feel rage pushing at his restrains from his human body. He was aching to return to his normal form.

His eyes were softly glowing, when he felt a sudden rush and calming presence. He could feel his wilder side be appeased and recede back, letting Draco take control again. Blinking, the blond looked around and was met with his sleeping dorm mates. Apparently, none of them had noticed the power build up. Even Blaise was sound asleep. Thank god, no one noticed. He could just imagine the lecture Snape would give him if he found out Draco had shown his true self to the other students.

With another sigh, Draco turned around and went back to bed. Tomorrow would be Saturday. Maybe he could get some searching done and get an inkling as to where his mate was being kept. For he was sure that she was being kept away from the public, so as to not cause a panic amongst the student body. Yes, that sounded like a good plan.

Sinking back underneath his blanket, Draco recalled the sudden rush inside his body and smiled. Her touch was nice, very nice. Smiling more, he recalled the energy pattern and relived the glorious moment of being touched by his mate, even if it had been an accident an her side. For he was sure she had no idea that she had aided him.

With this last thought, a precious gem, Draco fell asleep. His mind replaying the touch again and again. Soon. Soon, he would claim her. He would not let her reject him. She would be all his. His and his alone. And what wonderful children they would have. His mother would be very happy. And with that came a single tear at what his mother did for him, and was still doing for him. Only for him. He was lucky to have gotten such a loving mother, such a sweet, wonderful mother indeed.

X

It was with great pleasure that Severus delivered the three Gryffindors to Minerva. It pleased him even more when he figured she had only just gone to sleep. Smirking, he lowered the bodies in her office and settled down in the nearest chair. Folding his hands in his lap, Severus watched her as she clucked and examined her students.

"Tell me, Severus, what happened to them? Poor Miss Weasley has a broken neck! I do hope you will deal with the culprit," she muttered, with an inkling of sarcasm in her voice, from her spot on the ground while healing Ginny's neck as best as she could.

Sitting back, Severus gloated. How he had longed for this moment? "But of course. What concerns me however is, do you intend to deal with them properly? I did retrieve them from the sixth year Slytherins' dorm room after all," he said it almost casually, silky voice filled with pleasure. Minerva snapped her head back and looked at him. Her eyes wide and shocked.

"You found them in a Slytherin dorm? This won't do. This won't do at all!" she snapped and then walked over to the hearth. Severus wondered if the last sentence had to do with where he found them or with Miss Weasley's neck.

"Well, yes, I quite agree with you on that." He decided to apply it to the first reason. Minerva didn't seem to hear him. Instead, she chucked some floo powder in the merrily crackling fire and called out to the headmaster before sticking her head in the now green fire. The next few minutes were spent in silence, while Minerva talked with Albus.

With a sigh, Severus stood up and walked over to Miss Weasley. Sneering down at the red head, he pulled out his own wand and muttered a spell. Her neck fixed itself, the nerves reattached themselves back, the bones reformed and her neck was as good as new. He then checked the two boys but found them in no physical danger and left them as they were, going back to his chair again.

Settling down, he threw the threesome another particular nasty sneer and waited for Minerva to finish her business. Sure, he could heal almost just as well as Madam Pomfrey, but that didn't mean he went around displaying his powers. The brats should feel grateful their head of the house had decided to leave them unwatched for a few moments. Now the girl would be able to live her life normally once again. Well, almost normally, because he would make sure they would be at least suspended for a fair amount of time.

After a few more minutes, McGonagall pulled back from the fire and stood up. She turned around and gasped when she noticed that her students had been healed. Wrinkling her nose, she pulled out her wand and conjured cushions and shifted them under the unconscious students. "You could at least have done that too, Severus," she scolded. Snape sniffed.

"And do more than is absolutely necessary?" he sneered. "I think not. It's a wonder I even managed to heal Miss Weasley," he added. No need to spill more beans about his abilities to this woman.

"I see that you're your snarky self again, Severus," Minerva spat out before gasping. Her eyes wide she looked at Snape, who in turn was looking quite funnily at her. "Ah, well. Sorry about that. I lost it a bit." She waved a hand around in an apologetic manner and then changed the subject. "In any case, I talked to Albus and we have agreed upon suspending Miss Weasley, Mr. Thomas and Mr. Finnigan for one week. He also told me to tell you that you're to see him with the culprit who wounded my students quite severely, this coming evening at nine," she said the last in a 'you do understand this,' tone.

Snape did not look happy but nodded. He then stood up and went to the door. Just before leaving, he turned around and said, "I will be there, and be so kind as to not interfere with this, Minerva. It. Would. Be. Most. Unwise." He spoke each word separately giving them more meaning. McGonagall's eyes narrowed but before she could respond Snape had already left, closing the door behind him softly.

"Insufferable man," McGonagall said to the door. Then she caught herself again. Maybe she should take more care to rest once in a while. Clearly, the last few days had taken their toll on her and made her act out of character.

With a sigh, she looked down at her students. "Well, it seems that I can not rest just yet," she mumbled and pulled out her wand. With a quick few spells she conjured three beds and put the students in them. With another swish, she disintegrated the pillows to nothingness. Just before she entered her bedroom, she snapped her fingers and called out for a house elf.

A loud crack sounded and a small barrel shaped elf appeared before her. "Dango is here to do Mistress head of house bidding he is," it said, bowing deeply and pressing a potato shaped snout against the stone floor, green tennis ball eyes twinkled with delight.

"Yes, please collect the luggage of Miss Weasley, Mr. Thomas and Mr. Finnigan. When you have it, bring it here. That's all," she ordered. The elf bowed again.

"Dango will go right away Mistress Head of House Mistress." His voice, shallow and squeaky, made Minerva's hair stand on end. With another crack, he was gone and took about ten minutes before reappearing with the requested luggage. When he had placed it next to the beds, he bowed once more and disappeared back to the house elf quarters. With a tired sigh, Minerva finally went inside her bedroom and landed on her bed. Rest, at last.

X

(Fast forward to Harry. A few hours after Remus arrival) 

Both Sirius and Remus were looking down. Their eyes thoughtful and contemplating. Remus was the first to speak. "Yes, well. Not exactly what I expected to happen," he whispered. Next to him, Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"Not exactly what you expected, you say. That's putting it rather mildly." He put a hand before his mouth and produced a faint coughing sound. Remus flashed him a fierce look before bending over and picking up an animal the size of a Labrador.

"It's no laughing matter, Padfoot," Remus sniffed. "Now, Harry, you did a good job. Maybe a bit too much of a good job, but at least we're making progress." By now Sirius was coughing rather loudly and his blue eyes twinkled with delight. Remus elbowed him in the ribs.

"As I was saying," he eyed Sirius evilly before continuing, "You're making progress. You just made progress go in the wrong direction." Remus explained to the small dragon. He carefully placed Harry on his bed and took a step back.

"Now, I want you to do the same thing you did before changing into your dragon form. But this time, try to transform back in your normal form instead. Can you do that?" the blue dragon on the bed eyed them balefully and snorted. Tiny flames licked at his nostrils and smoke curled upwards. Sirius let go all pretence and barked out a laugh.

"It's just too much," he explained hiccupping to an angered Remus. "Who would have thought that the mighty Dragonseekers in dragon form are-," he gestured towards Harry, "so… so tiny!" Another round of laughs filled the room. Remus folded his arms before his chest and waited for Sirius to calm down.

On the bed, dragon Harry was not finding it so amusing at all. Like Sirius had said, after hearing that you're powerful and that other stuff, one would have thought that his third form would be a bit bigger. Blinking, he decided he would once again need to take a walk to the bathroom. Seeing as Sirius and Remus were busy with each other, he left unnoticed.

Jumping off the bed, he landed on all fours and walked towards the bathroom. The experience was alien as he had never before walked on all fours and has it go so smooth. Once before the door, he pushed it open with his nose and went inside. There, he found he had yet another obstacle to overcome. How to get before the mirror since the height difference was quite big in this new form?

Snorting, Harry turned his head and looked around for something to stand on but found nothing. Then he blinked and felt like hitting himself over the head. Stupid, he had wings. Surely he could fly himself up.

Settling down on his haunches Harry put his mind to unfolding his wings and making them flap. Turning his head back, he frowned, or at least in his head he frowned as a dragon has no brows. For some reason he couldn't unfold his wings. Trying again, he found that he could make his wings twitch. A vein above Harry's eye popped out with frustration and he tried harder, putting all his thought and will into making his wings work.

With a snap, his wings unfolded and smashed right into Harry's face. Taken aback, Harry blinked and rubbed his face with one paw. His eyes stung and he had to blink some more to make the tears go away. When he felt normal again, he went to making his wings move. He found that after a few tries, if he did not think too much about it, his wings worked better than when he willed them to move.

Following his new found theory he felt himself being lifted from the ground slowly. After a few minutes, Harry found himself looking forward dully while his wings worked hard to lift him from the ground. But eventually, his hard work was rewarded with his first glimpse in the mirror.

There he saw a sapphire blue dragon looking back at him with emerald green eyes, his pupils slanted. Cocking his head this way and that way, Harry saw that he was build like a Chinese dragon. Slim and with a mane of hair going from the top of his head all the way to the point of his tail. The mane was wavy and translucent. The wings looked rather odd on him and he saw why he had so much trouble flying; his wings were too small to support his body.

'Great, not only am I a small dragon but I can't even fly normally,' Harry thought still looking at himself. He saw that while his head held two horns like the ones in his normal form, they had not changed proportions and looked rather big on him. In all honesty, he looked like a chibi sized dragon and if he dared say so himself. He looked rather like an overgrown stuffed toy. Cute and huggable. The horror!

Still hovering in front of the mirror, Harry decided that fate had a weird sense of humor. So when the door was suddenly flung open, Harry lost his equilibrium and fell to the ground with a heavy thud. From the door Remus was looking at him with a soft smile. "Decided to see for yourself?" he asked.

Harry nodded and walked towards Remus and past him into the ward and straight to his bed. With some effort, he managed to fly onto it and settled down. All the while, Sirius watched the whole thing, amusement evident in his blue eyes. Remus joined them and set down in the chair next to Sirius.

"Well, now that everybody is concentrated again, maybe we can finally begin with getting Harry back to his normal self."

Next to Remus Sirius rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Spoiled sport." Remus did not take kindly to that.

"Sirius, I know you think this is all fun and games, but Harry needs to learn this stuff soon so he can protect himself," the werewolf growled at his friend. For a moment Sirius looked surprised and then ashamed.

"Sorry, Moony. It's just- I just want to be able to forget. I think I take it too far some times," he apologized.

For a moment, Remus' eyes contained the icy look before softening and melting to a warm friendly look. "I know, Padfoot. It's just that we're not children anymore. We don't have the luxury of forgetting every little hurt. Because, if we do, we may cause more harm than the harm we are trying to forget."

Harry followed this conversation with great interest and found that he was guilty too. But then again, it was so tempting to forget and push hurt away. Deep away were the chance of light reaching it was small. But in the end, was trying to forget really the best way to go about it? Was it worth destroying yourself from the inside out?

A sound broke Harry from his heavy train of thought and he found Remus and Sirius smiling down on him. His godfather looked pained but also more mature than a few moments ago. And for once, Remus had a youthful glow around him. He wondered what he had missed while he had been mussing to himself.

"Well. Now that Harry is among the living again, let's practise some more." Sirius said. Remus nodded and picked up the book he had given Harry earlier. Clearing his throat the werewolf held the book before him and started to read.

"Transformation with the mind is harder than transforming yourself with your wand, since you have to be more focussed on what you want to achieve a great deal more power is used," he began, his voice a rich baritone. Next to him Sirius let out a small smile but refrained from doing more. "This can not be helped and therefore only wizards and witches with great power supplies can perform such a feat." Remus put the book down and looked at Harry.

"Now, you're learning this method because at the moment, you have some of the biggest magical power supplies in this world. And of course, it's handier to be able to do things without your wand." Dragon Harry nodded his head, his eyes half closed. Remus had already made him read the stuff out loud. Why would he go and repeat himself?

Satisfied Remus looked down in the book again and continued. "As this kind of spell casting takes a lot of concentration, any fleeting thought can disrupt the process and one can find themselves in some unwanted situations." Remus closed the book and folded his arms before him. 'Ah,' Harry thought, 'that's why he read it.'

Looking slightly guilty, Harry gave the impression of twirling his thumbs and looking away. Remus sighed, "You were thinking other things, weren't you?"

Dragon Harry slowly nodded his head and then proceeded to speak with yaps, growls and squeaks. None of which made sense to Remus and Sirius.

"Um, Harry. You can stop now, we can't understand a thing your saying," Remus finally managed to get out. "But I'm pretty sure what you want to say and… and in return, I want to tell you to not worry. It's normal to be distracted." Harry's shone with gratitude and he puffed up his chest. Remus laughed as did Sirius.

"Now, let's give it one more try for today," Sirius said after the laughter died down. "I have a feeling Madam Pomfrey will not be very pleased if she found a chibi sized dragon in her ward, instead of her patient." He made a mock hurt look and Remus looked thoughtful then snapped his fingers.

"Right. Come on, Harry. You can do it. You got yourself into this form changing back should be slightly less difficult because you now know what that form feels like." Dragon Harry made puppy eyes at his to guardians and sighed, unintentionally letting out a thin beam of fire which hit Sirius in his hair.

From that point onwards, chaos erupted and was still ongoing when Madam Pomfrey came out of her office. Very displeased and slightly temperamental, she shoved both Remus and Snuffles out of her hospital wing and told them to come back at nine o'clock the following morning.

On the bed dragon, Harry feigned sleep while watching her through lidded eyes. She seemed to believe him to be resting and returned back to her office. Harry let out a sigh, and then sat up and started mentally prepare himself for his transformation. Although, he only did the mind clearing practise, knowing that he could not transform without someone with him. Who knew what else he could accidentally turn into?

Dragonseekers' forms: 

Dragonseekers have three forms. The first is the 'normal' one, where they are a mix of human with dragon characteristics. They are also the most powerful in this form.

Two: The human one is a form where they actually wear a shell/pot of their former looks, making them seem human. The shell looks like the person just before he or she came into heritage. The shell will not age. Also, in this form a Dragonseeker is weaker. They cannot use all their powers and merely resemble a strong to powerful wizard/witch in this form.

Three: The dragon form. In this form they are completely dragon-like. They resemble the Chinese kind of dragon for the most part but with wings. In this form, however, they are no bigger than a normal dog, like a Labrador. Again in this form, they are less powerful, even more so than when wearing their human shell. The dragon form is therefore not really used and is more of a setback than helpful (like how they cannot really fly).