Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

While Hermione walked up and down the Gryffindor common room, wringing her hands while she shot a glance in the general direction of the portrait whole. The moment Neville had told them he could not get contact with Dean anymore, she and Ron had returned to the dorm. They hadn't even reached Professor Takashi's office.

In the back Ron was sitting next to a merely crackling fire. He watched Hermione wit h half lidded eyes, his face contorted with worry for his little sister. Neville had gone to bed the moment they had returned, but Ron and Hermione had decided to wait it out. Hoping and praying that the group of three would return soon.

As the hours past Ron fell asleep, still in his chair next to the fire. Hermione had stopped her pacing and had settled down next to him. With unseeing eyes Hermione looked down in her transfiguration book. With the passing of time she grew more worried and irritated, at one point she even found it impossible to sit still and continued to look from the entrance to a softly snoring Ron and then back again.

By the time she was so fixated she could her each tic sound from the clock on the mantle above the fire, she knew she needed to go to bed. Hermione let out a huge sigh and reached out to wake Ron.

When her hand was halfway there the red head mumbled and let out quite a desperate/sensual moan. Hermione's stop her approach and looked at her friend with huge shocked filled eyes. Then she looked around making sure no one had heard that. Another lust filled moan woke her from her daze and she eyed Ron suspiciously.

"Hm. Yes 'Mione right there." Ron moaned a few seconds later. Hermione's eyes grew even bigger and her hands went to her face which was, by now, a fire engine red. Swallowing hard she stood from her seat and took a few steps back.

Ron let out another moan and shifted in his seat, one of his hands slowly going southwards. "Ah, that's it 'Mione. Your doing great." By now Ron's hand was rubbing his crotch at a slow pace. Hermione still watching felt hot, needy and a tad violated at the same time.

Then for some reason she lifted her hand with the transfiguration book and send it flying at Ron's head. The impact was dead on and Ron jumped from his seat. Clearly he was not fully awake yet and could not understand what had happened. When he saw Hermione, looking at him like he came from a different planet he raised a brow.

"What's going on?" he managed to say before the bushy haired female stormed away to the girls dormitories.

Blinking Ron raised a big hand to rub his sore and abused head. "What gotten into her." He mumbled before staggering of to his own dormitory. But before he went, he picked up the book that had been used on him and placed it on the nearest table. No need to get the female any angrier with him then she already was. He did wish he knew what he had done this time though. For he had no clue at all.

With one last glance around he saw that is was already four in the morning. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be seeing Ginny and co coming in before the first rays of daylight. With a deep sigh he went to his own dorm and padded over to his awaiting bed. He didn't even bother to undress himself when he flung himself on the soft mattress. Within minutes he was asleep once more.

When morning came and both Hermione and Ron made their separate ways to the Great hall, they still managed to arrive at the exact same time. Hermione flushed a soft pink and looked away making a quick dash for the doors. Ron stopped dead in his tracks and frowned. Really what hadgotten into her? Never before had she displayed such weird behavior.

Still frowning Ron finally made his way inside only to be halted by Professor McGonagall. "Mister Weasley, please be as kind to follow me." Her voice was strangely mingled with coldness and sadness at the same time. Great another female going down the weird path. Maybe it was a national day or something.

Finally shrugging he went after her and now he noticed Hermione. Just for safety he dropped back a few more meters, no need to get snapped at by doing yet another thing wrong. After a few minutes they finally reached Professor McGonagall's office and with a relieved sigh Ron settled down in the chair next to Hermione. Before he had even gotten the time to think about why he was asked to come Professor McGonagall was already talking. Next to him Hermione sat up straighter and looked pale.

"And even though Miss Weasley is perfectly fine now she and Mister Thomas and Mister Finnigan will be spending a week at home. Now, what I really like to now is how come three of your dorm mates could go missing without the prefects knowing." McGonagall raised an eyebrow and Ron found himself melting into his seat.

Next to him Hermione only just seemed to be coming around. Ron still wondered what could have gotten her into such a state in the first place. When he was sure Hermione was fine Ron settled even more back into his chair, he would wait this one out? It would do no good for him to open his mouth; he was sure that whatever he would do would be wrong in Hermione's eyes right now.

The bright witch always had plans for any kind of situation, he was sure she even had a plan for this situation. No it would be better if he just let her go on with it, no use messing up a perfectly thought out plan. But when Hermione started talking Ron whished he had gone and done the talking himself.

"I'm sorry Professor; it was al mine and Ron's idea. See we wanted to proof Malfoy had hurt Harry by getting evidence. And then we came up with this plan to sneak in and get him to confess." Hermione was crying by now and Ron could do nothing but look at her horrified. What had gotten into this woman?

"And I really didn't mean for anyone to get hurt, much less for Ginny to break her neck." Ron shoved back in his chair so hard he toppled over and crashed to the ground in a heap of limps and wood. "And while they went to the Slytherin's Ron and I went to Professor Takashi to ask if he had found something yet, and we kept in- But Ron had just managed to get up and intervened before she could blurt everything out.

"Ginny broke her neck!" he roared finally drawing the attention from the two females. Professor McGonagall sighed and stood up. "Sit down Mister Weasley. As I had stated earlier your younger sister is just fine. She and her three comrades are going to spend the week at home thinking over their crimes." She sounded tired. Ron dropped down in his chair, forgetting that said chair was still lying on the ground. With a gasp he felt his body fall and kept falling until he hit the ground rather hard.

Pain flashed from his bottom to his head and he grasped his abused butt. Next to him Hermione had stood up and was leaning over him looking worried. "Ron, are you okay. Not seeing double?" Ron just glared at her before standing up taking the chair with him. With a loud crack he set the chair back down and gingerly set himself in the wooden stool. Hermione followed his example but kept sending over worried looks. He ignored her and kept looking at McGonagall. He wanted this meeting over with so he could go and owl his mum.

"Well then." The Professor said looking even more tired then before. "Now that your part in this whole escapade has come to light it seems that I am forced to deal with you. I would say one hundred house point each and I will be taking both your prefects badges back for indefinite amount of time." Hermione let out a horrified gasp and looked thunderstruck, her mouth doing the perfect impression of a gold fish. Ron just wondered when he could finally go, at the moment he had worse things to thing about. Like what his mother would do when she heard he was one of the people responsible for getting Ginny hurt.

"Miss Granger cease your spluttering, you're lucky to not get suspended like the other three. Now go before I change my mind." Professor McGonagall snapped her face stern. Nodding weakly Hermione stood up and took the prefect pin from her robe, laid it on the bureau and left, Ron did the same but instead of following Hermione back to the common room he went the owlery. He had a lot of explaining to do.

X

(Several hours later the same day. At this time Harry is training with Sirius and Remus, which you could read about in chapter 4)

Severus Snape sighed. Not only was he now walking a very fine line Draco had just managed to make that line even smaller. His godson really had a charming way of making himself a pain in the ass. When he was sure the potion before him was ready Snape wheeled the cauldron away from the fire and pushed it to the end of the room in a dark alcove.

When he was sure it was completely enveloped in darkness he returned and put out the fire. On his way out of the lap he grabbed a ragged towel and cleaned the remaining smudges from his hands while he went to his office. It was about time for Draco to come.

Throwing the cloth on a nearby scrubbed wooden table, Snape entered his office and settled down behind his bureau. With a sneer he grabbed a stack of scrolls that needed to be marked and made himself useful for the time being.

After fifteen minutes there was a soft knocking on his door. "Come in." Snape said still bend over the parchment before him. At the moment he was delightfully adding large amounts of red ink to Hermione Grangers homework. He didn't get to do this often so every time miss prissy made a mistake he took great delight in making it blatantly obvious. With a smirk Snape made another red mark and scribbled a comment in the corner before sitting back and looking at his godson before him.

Said teenager was in his normal form, much to Snape's displeasure. "Pray tell me Draco. Why in Merlin's name are you walking around looking like that? You are in enough trouble as it is." Snape hissed at him making the boy flinch just a tiny bit.

"I only changed just a second ago. Here in your office." He finally answered. Cold silver eyes watching his godfather disdainfully. Snape knew Draco was trying to stop himself from sulking or pouting, but he saw the signals all the same. Good, the boy knew he had caused too much trouble.

"Be that as it may, you still should know better." Snape said haughtily, egging the Dragonseeker before him on. "And as for keeping a low profile, were does that fit in with breaking Miss Weasley's neck?" Snape raised an brow and folded his arms before his chest while he looked at Draco through cold obsidian eyes.

Draco winced inwardly and decided to placate Severus by putting on his human shell and adapting a slightly demure look. God he hated this, it was so not him, this demure position. He was a dominant for crying out loud, he should not have to play submissive or imply it. It irked him to no end. And Severus his loving godfather knew it too.

"I see that you have decided to at least display a tiny amount of thinking. And now that you finally are listening to me lets begin. Shall we Mister Malfoy?" Snape stood up and glided to the door. Draco followed unsure for once where his godfather was leading him.

They went through halls which had only the spare student in it. They walked for what felt like hours to Draco, but he knew that was just uncertainty and boredom speaking. At one particularly dark turn Draco couldn't keep to himself anymore, and so he brought up the topic that had been wondering in his mind the most for several days now. "Severus. I have felt her, my mate. Three nights ago I could feel my mate come into her inheritance, she is defiantly at Hogwarts." He whispered. With keen eyes he noticed his godfather stiffen a bit.

Smiling smugly Draco continued. "Of course were in the transition week now, so technically I won't be able to find her for seven days, but you. Surely you now were to find my mate." It was not a question. Silver eyes had transformed and red tendrils crept through the white. His canine tooth started to lengthen and pushed into his lower lip.

When Snape kept walking not even bothering to look back, Draco growled. "TELL ME." He roared low and menacingly. Clawed fingers reached out and grabbed Severus shoulder and smashed him into the wall.

Eyes now completely red, silver slits in the middle of those pools of blood red looked at his greasy haired potion master. Anger poured from every pore and Draco grabbed Severus by the neck and hoisted him up. "You. Know." By now scales were showing and his human shell was falling off. "Tell me old man." Draco bit out.

Snape sneered and grabbed Draco's arm with both his own to support himself and keep from choking. "Calm down." His voice was a mere whisper and sounded pitiful. "Draco calm yourself or you will never find your mate." He finally bit out. His face was a sick green by now and the world was slowly turning dark.

The Dragonseeker growled loud and put more pressure on his hand. Claws dug into Snape's neck and for a moment it seemed like he would continue to squeeze the life out of his godfather.

"Severus is that you. Do hurry up my boy, we don't have all night." Dumbledore's voice echoed through the halls. Draco blinked and let go of Snape who slid to the ground like a sack of fragmented bones, Snape sighed with relief. Before him Draco pulled his shell back on and seemed dazed. There were times when Albus' meddling did come in handy.

Finally the old wizard himself appeared in the hallway and smiled at the two. "Come along, come along. I have some wonderful pastries waiting for us, fresh from the oven." The headmaster turned and walked away again. Draco looked strangely at Snape.

"Don't tell me he really doesn't now what was going on." He whispered while they followed the headmaster. Snape glared back coldly.

"With Professor Dumbledore one never knows Mister Malfoy. Now I suggest you behave or I see something ominous happening to you in the near future." Severus stated calmly. His throat was showing nasty red marks and tiny rivers of red blood seeped down his neck into his robes. Draco felt a tad guilty for doing that, still Snape should have told him who his mate was.

"Well you should know better than to keep his mate from a Dragonseeker dear Godfather." Draco hissed back. Snape ignored him and stepped up on the rotating stares. Draco followed and the two waited to reach the headmaster office.

Inside Dumbledore was already waiting behind his desk, steaming pastries before him on a silver platter. Fawkes was perched next to the plate using his hooked beak to tear one of the tarts apart and consume it.

"Take one before it's to late." The old wizard encouraged picking up one himself and breaking a part off to put in his mouth. Crumbs decorated his beard and both Draco and Snape declined.

"Now tell me Severus. What punishment do you think would befit Mister Malfoy?"

The sudden questioned startled Draco, but apparently Snape had been expecting it and he lunged into a list of things that would be appropriate. One of the things being suspended for two weeks.

There were moments when Draco understood why other students hated Professor Snape. Really suspended for two weeks, the man must be mad- or down right evil.

X

That night dragon Harry settled down in the middle of his bed and curled himself up. After doing some practicing he decided it should be better if he got a goods night sleep. Then tomorrow he could be all fresh and energized to try again and hopefully return to his 'normal' form. One of his last thoughts before drifting of to sleep was that this whole mess came with a mate. The last thing he felt when he thought about that was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

When Harry found himself standing in front of a huge castle his first reaction was one of shock. He had gone to sleep in the hospital wing so how did he end up here. Fear filled his every fibber and Harry ducked to the ground and slowly made his way to some bushes to hide. All the while he looked around trying to find a death eater or something else life threatening.

He was so focused that he at fist didn't notice that he went straight through the bushes. It was until he mindlessly ducked for a rather sharp looking branch which he in the end didn't manage to avoid that he did take notice. Already Harry prepared himself to receive a nasty cut when he felt the branch going against his cheek and then it went straight through his cheek.

Blinking Harry dropped back on his haunches and lifted his right hand to touch his unblemished cheek. How could that not have hurt, unless? Unless he was in a pensive or a dream. Well there were more options but seeing as the environment was detailed and looked quite real he thought those two options the most likely. (Damn Hermione and her fountain of information. Thanks to her babbling some things actually got stuck in his brain.)

After pondering for a while and a few more experiments he settled on this being a dream. Letting out a sigh Harry stood up and went back on the main road. If this was a dream there was no real need to hide himself. And now that he was out of the bushes and out in the open he got his first real look at the castle in the distance.

The castle was a lot smaller than Hogwarts but still looked like a huge crouched down giant. The whole building was in soft grays and the two towers on each end of the castle seemed to climb all the way to the sky. Gaping black wholes indicated windows and a shimmer every now and then told of glass. In the whole it felt like some ancient gothic monster, decorative bows and thin columns included it managed to have an ethereal look.

Deciding that he might as well have a closer look Harry passed the gates that had been hidden by a strong turn in the road. While walking to the house Harry kept looking around just to be sure there wasn't anybody there. This dream just felt off in some way. Even though by now he was sure this dream was not related to Voldemort.

Still he kept scanning the landscape, vaguely noticing a beautiful rose garden to his right that kept going even beyond the horizon. The left was wooded area and the trees stood close and made trying to see something between them almost impossible, even with his better sight.

With a sigh Harry suddenly stopped. Then he gasped and slapped the palm of his right hand against his fire head. How stupid could you get, why walk when one could fly. It was a dream so he should be able to fly. At least that was the theory he would be going with.

After his little experience in the bathroom before going to sleep earlier he remembered that trying not to push or think to much about how to make his wings work. Instead he went with instinct. After a few minutes Harry cursed instinct and felt like grabbing his blue wings and manually make them flap. Just when he was reaching back to grab a wing the both of them twitched. Harry's eyes widen when he felt the connection and kept the feeling in his mind while he tried to make his wings move again.

After a few very successful and not so successful minutes Harry decided that flying in a dream was just as hard as flying for real probably would be and gave up. Wrapping his wings around him like a leathery cloak Harry resumed his way walking once more. The castle was getting closer and soon seemed to dominate everything around it.

Now that Harry was closer he could make out the details of the castle. In fact the more he saw the more awed he became. The huge grey building was not only built in gothic style, but also decorations were true to that style. It was a work of art and as Harry came closer he felt he would never need the Taj Mahal. For surely this building was exquisite. Every tiny detail was worked out beautifully. And Harry felt, he just felt it in every tiny grain sand in every brick that this building was meant for something special. That the person who had once built it had done so with much care and love. It was a very special building and for a moment Harry whished it was his, or at least that he would be able to call it home.

A longing so sharp it hurt took Harry's breath away. Blinking he felt tears well up in his eyes and he reached out for the stone arch that made up the front door. If only he could have this kind of love, touching this building, looking at it. It made him feel a missing piece in his soul. And he knew only one person would be able to fill that gapping whole up. His mate, his true Dragonseeker mate.

Whipping his tears away Harry leaned against the portal and looked up to the big cherry wooden door. It was highly polished and looked very inviting. In fact the whole castle had an air of friendliness over it. And for some reason this whole place made him feel relaxed and safe. How different from his usual trials and nightmares. And the longing grew again in a wave that treatment to wash him away.

Taking a deep breath and sitting down on one of the soft grey marble stares Harry looked out over the front lane and the rose garden. (Which was now at his left?) A soft breeze ruffled through his hair and brought a slightly salty smell with it. Enjoying the fresh warm wind Harry closed his eyes and just lifted his head to allow the breeze a better angle at caressing his hair.

With a wistful smile he moved just a bit more and then the wind through his hair felt like gentle caressing fingers. 'Would it feel like this if my supposed mate touched me like this.' The thought fleeted loosely through Harry's head and was gone even before he could start to digest it.

Completely relaxed and slumped into his stare, Harry enjoyed the sun on his face and the gentle breeze. The smell of roses filled him and he could feel the smell soak into his skin and hair. Every now and then the smell was accompanied with that salty smell he had noticed earlier. It felt like heaven on earth.

Somewhere in time Harry lost himself completely and he felt himself just floating. He couldn't feel his body or the elements. It was just him and his soul floating around in a pool of white light. The light was southing and slowly mingled with his broken soul. It softened the memories of Cedric and the other trials he had gone through. It didn't take away the memories, but it took out the sting he felt every time he remembered those memories.

With a smile Harry stretched out has arms ad embraced the healing touch? Suddenly he felt another presence. It moved right into his arms and felt, if that was even possible, more right and safe then the castle its garden and this light included.

The other presence grabbed him and buried him against his chest. His chest. Harry could almost feel the other person struggle and falter. It felt like he was being rejected and Harry cried out when the other person pulled back. NO, this was his mate; his mate could not leave him. Together they were complete, he could leave him now.

Desperate Harry reached out and latched himself to the other male. The resistance was painful and he could feel the other person push and shove. At one point Harry thought he could even hear words.

"A male?"

"How could this be? My mate is a male. Surely not. No." The voice was strangled, as if its owner could not wrap his mind about what just occurred. Harry finally pulled back himself and just watched the white specter before him move.

Suddenly the specter stopped its moving and shook his head. He made a move as if to slap Harry and Harry pulled back, making himself smaller. And now that he was away from his intended he could think a bit more clearly. Sirius explanation about how he had a mate, a male mate waiting for him. Ready to hunt him down. Yes it all came back to him now.

Apparently, his mate had no such warning. And the male before him, his dominant, was confused that his mate was not female. For a moment Harry felt angry. How could his intended mate act like this, he should be glad. For Harry had not chosen him yet, he could say no just as easily and find himself a more excepting mate.

Then the lunge turned into a grab and Harry was pulled from his thoughts straight into the arms of his intended. And this time he was sure he heard words. "Your mine. Nothing will keep me from you. Not even your gender." It was low and growling, his voice. It vibrated against Harry's chest and made him shiver.

Something primal deep inside his soul roared and before he could stop himself Harry hugged his intended back. The need to be one with this person was so overwhelming that Harry could feel his body melting, molding to fit his mate. To form a perfect match. His mate held him closer and placed his head in Harry's neck. The mouth moved just above the skin causing it to become hyper sensitive by just his breathing.

Then for just the barest second Harry felt a tongue flicker over his skin. It was like a thunderbolt was set lose in his body. It shot through the network of nerves to every end of his body. His hands were literally hurting with the want to be touched more and touch his mate naked skin himself.

"Ahhh, please it hurts." The words came from his mouth before he could stop himself. His intended just chuckled, causing small puffs of air to bounce against Harry's already sensitive skin. Harry grabbed hold of his intended harder, digging clawed nails into his mate. His counterpart just groaned or more like moaned and pulled him closer still.

"Mine. Mine. Mine." It chorused. Saying it again and again until the word stopped being a word and become one long mantra. The low voice brought Harry in a trance. And Harry almost asked to be together forever. To accept this man, whoever he might be. Surely they would fit together; they were made for each other, just for each other.

Opening his mouth Harry looked at his mate, nothing more than a specter in this realm, as was he. Two white specters floating in a white light that enveloped them. Kept them safe, kept their worries away. Kept the real world away. And then just when the first words of commitments started to fall from his lips Harry felt himself awaken with a jolt.

Heart thundering and all his senses out of sync, dragon Harry looked around confused. Where was the light? Were was the castle and its garden, and where was his mate? If he had been in his normal form he would have been covered in cold sweat. But in his small dragon form he only suffered the confusion and high heart rate.

After a few moments when he managed to calm down and think more rationally Harry found that his latest dream had caused him a lot to think about. Not only had his mate, which at first had seemed something distant and unreal, become freighting real. But now all the decisions and responsibly of being what he was become real. Up close and personal real. With the emotional overload and still not fully recovered from the feelings in his dream, Harry, without much grace fainted.

X

Quite a few floors away one Draco Malfoy had also been awoken quite rudely. He was drenched in cold sweet and his heart was doing a 180 degree turn in his chest. Or at least felt like it was doing just that. He felt like crying and raging at the same time. He unlike Harry knew what had happened and what the dream world was really about. And now he found that his mate, his mate! Was utterly and completely male. The need to break something upped by ten percent and in his anger Draco lost his human shell and jumped from his bed in normal form.

Pulses of magic started to seep out of him and when he swiped his right arm one of the tendrils lashed out into the wall. It created a three foot gash and beheaded his own bed. When he heard the wood falling on the stone floor he managed to push some of his anger back.

It was unfair. How could the fates have given him a stupid male as mate? What did he need a male for? And what was more embarrassing, in Morpheus realm he at one point wanted this person so much he forgotten everything else. He even forgot himself in his need to complete the bond.

By now the rage had subsided and Draco felt that he could think more clearly. Of course he still felt mistreated and angry, but he could deal with it now. After some more pacing he felt calm enough to sit on his demolished bed. Without thinking he took his wand from his nightstand and murmured a reparo. His bed was back to normal in a heartbeat. If only his life could be restored like that.

Dawn was breaking and even though you couldn't really see it down here. (With the Slytherin dorms being under the lake and all) Draco knew. And even after all these hours of thinking he didn't know what to do. He was tired, lost and unsure. All his life he had managed to manipulate everything around him so it was to his liking, but now, now everything was revolting so fast he lost his grip. Pieces were flying out of his grasp with high speed and he could not control their direction or destination.

There sitting on his bed Indian style Draco looked at his limp hands in his lap. Wicked looking claws were slightly curled inward. He felt weak because he had lost control. His hands started to tremble and Draco made two fists to keep them from doing so, cutting himself in the process. Deep red blood started to seep from his hand, soaking his silken pyjama. "How, how can this be happening?"

"How, why did it not happen like I wanted. I thought…"

Draco whispered turning his head upwards as if to ask some god about how things could have gone so horrible out of control. Never before had such a thing happened to him. Sure he had, had his problems. His life had not been a path of beauty and ease. But he had always known how to walk it though and now just when everything was finally going perfectly he seemed to have lost his footing.

He wanted to flee, taking his mother away from his father. But fleeing was only an option when he had a mate, he could never leave without his mate. And now, his mate might be harder to obtain, being a male and all that. A girl would have been so much easier, so much easier to manipulate. She would not doubt him and be grateful that Draco was her mate. But a boy, a boy would not bow down so easily. He might even refuse Draco just because he did not want to mate another guy. (Not that Draco was a big fan of such parings. Sure he had tried out some guys one, two maybe three times. But girls were his preference.)

"How could this have happened? I just want some peace. Just peace." The words were whispered into the dawn and seemed to drift away. Clenching his fist more firmly Draco blanked his face. Anger once again started to swirl inside him. So he would just have to take this guy and mate him. Then he could take him and his mother away from here and to his home. He would climb any hurdle and be victorious even if it meant hurting some people along the way.

"Alright." Draco smiled and unclenched his hands. Stepping out of bed he lazily put on his human shell and made his way to the communication chamber. A small cosy room in Slytherin dorm that held one fire place. Here students could contact their parents and talk to them.

"I will just talk with mother." An even bigger smile flashed over his face now. His mother always knew how to handle unexpected situations. She would know what to do and tell Draco of the best way to convince a male mate to take him. "Still. Why did my mate have to be male? Who cares about the stronger combination?" Draco whined. Pouting slightly. He did so hate when things did not go his way.