Harry Potter and expecting the unexpected ending

The next day Harry was once again training with Remus and Sirius. Both of them had come into the infirmary at nine and mercilessly grilled him until it was time for lunch. At that point Madam Pomfrey had come inside and forced all of them to stop and have a nice big lunch. Harry still in petite dragon form felt agitated when he found eating his favorite things become quite a job in this form.

Bread spilled from his mouth and he had to do lots of swinging and shaking with his head to get enough inside. And to top it of he found that sweets and dragons didn't mix at all. In the end he was doomed to eat raw meat when he had heaved up his earlier lunch. Life was just peachy.

And then there was still the dream he had last night. And now he wouldn't even be able to talk about it. Letting out a series of yaps and roars he gained the attention from his godfather and friend, but they of course had no clue what he was whining about.

"Now, now Harry. It's only temporary. I'm sure you'll be to your new self by dinner." Remus assured. "And Sirius will make sure you get the best piece of chocolate cake there is." Remus placated. Dragon Harry just gave him the evil eye and snorted. Grey smoke wafted in Remus direction and Sirius eyed him with caution, having not yet forgotten what happened last night.

"Sure, I'll get the damn cake, but you better not set my hair on fire again." Sirius mumbled at Harry. The dragon made a face and a snake like tongue rolled out.

"Well any way" Remus interrupted "its time we got on with it otherwise will be here more than a few hours. It might become days before we have Harry back with us then." The werewolf said semi seriously. Sirius nodded his head and played along.

"I can just image. We'll be the talk of the day. The Grim and his magical playmate tiny Tim." He barbed. Harry shot him a tiny line of fire, he was getting better at it, and narrowly Missed Sirius right ear.

"Come, come Sirius. Play nice." Remus interrupted. "Now Harry I need you to concentrate again and build an image of yourself. Remember you need to go with your feelings too. Build an image that feels most right to you. When you have that use your magic to back the image up and poof you'll be your normal self once more." Remus explained patiently for the tenth time. Harry rolled his eyes and went to work.

Of course like always with magic the explanation of the task he had to perform was far more easy than the actual task it self. Every time he found himself halfway reaching his ultimate goal his mind drifted off to the dream. At once he got a warm fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach and that was that. Poof went his image and concentration. It was going to be a long day.

The day itself turned out to be long, tiring and testing of patience to the extreme but in the end, just before diner, Harry was finally back to himself. And by that time he was so magically exhausted that he only eats his fill, gorged himself on chocolate cake, and went straight to sleep. The subject that had been bothering all day had not even been touched upon.

"Well." Remus mussed. "I think talk is for another day then." He shot Sirius a bemused look while watching Harry sleep. Sirius nodded and reached out to caress away some of Harry's black hair. It had fallen messily about his face and the urge was too persistent to let pass.

"I'm real proud of him though. He has done a remarkable job with all this so far." Sirius murmured. "Far better than most would anyway. But that's Harry for you."

Remus stood and stretched himself. "On another note." He suddenly said. "Who is going to tell him about some of the rituals? You or me." The werewolf cast Sirius a passing glance before walking away. It was time to start moving or Madam Pomfrey would do it for them. For some reason she wasn't in the best of moods this day.

"I will." Sirius responded immediately. He jumped up from his seat and followed Remus out. The two quietly continued their conversation all the way to their shared apartment in an abandoned part of the castle.

"I already told Harry I would tell him everything I found out. I want him to see that some people do keep him informed." The last was etched with sarcasm. Remus sighed.

"I know you don't agree with how Dumbledore handled some things, but he did excuse himself and in the end explained himself to Harry." Sirius face darkened and Remus hurried along. "Besides that, we can make up for that now. As you said, we'll show him it does not have to be that way." Sirius nodded but seemed to be slightly put out all the same.

"I just don't understand what is so hard about telling a few things." He spat. For a moment Remus felt himself flare in anger.

"Well he wasn't the only one who withheld information that was important now, was he, Sirius." The werewolf growled. Aiming on the time Sirius had kept from telling who was going to be the actual secret keeper. Sirius had the decency to look slightly ashamed.

"It was necessary at the time." He grumbled. "I know it was a mistake now." He finished. Remus sighed, shook his head and regained his calm nature.

"That's it right there Sirius. You thought it necessary at the time and only afterwards did you know it was a mistake." He said softly. "I am by no means happy with what Albus did, but I can't keep pinning him down on it. All we can do now is making sure we do not repeat this mishap." He slung an arm around his long time friend and said the password to a Chinese vase 'Danger zone' to enter their apartment.

It was part of an arrangement Dumbledore had been planning since he found out about Harry. When time came this place would also hold both Dragonseekers. Its easy excess to the forest and school grounds made it particularly perfect for the future couple. In edition, Dumbledore had been constantly placing protective charms and hexes on the rooms for extra safety.

Also once they knew Harry's partner his parental figure would be staying here also. This al to make sure the Dragonseekers settled in with trusting people around them. And with the easy get away Dumbledore hoped to placate the Dragonseekers more. It was in their nature to life in peaceful settings. He hoped with this all Hogwarts would seem less crammed to the couple. Especially when Harry started breeding.

After entering both Remus and Sirius went their separate ways. There was a lot to think about for the both of them. Remus had to plan lessons for Harry and hand him his homework from the last couple of days. Sirius had to think about how to approach the subject of Harry's mate to be. After some recent information from Albus and even Snape, he had decided to put in the additional information of what happened were Harry to refuse his mate. He would also need to tell about the difference both mates had towards each other. Especially in their need for each other.

It was quite fascinating really. Completely different from most magical beings were the submissive most times had great need of the dominate. With Dragonseekers it seemed to be just the opposite, well, except for certain times like when Harry would become pregnant. Something he would also be discussing with Harry since it their was a high possibility of him getting pregnant the first time around. According to history that was what happened with all previous known Dragonseeker couples.

X

The last two days had been hard for Ron. After the small talk with McGonagall he had gone to the owlery to write a letter for his mum with explanations. And that's when the real problem actually started. After laboring for three hour he had managed to create a somewhat satisfying letter, which he had than tied to Pig.

Now Pig had been the second big problem. Not only had his hyper owl been racing around the owlery expressing his good mood. He just had to do it as high as possible too. In the end Ron had to climb up the ancient beams to retrieve his owl. This he had done by stupefying the thing mid air and reaching out to catch it when it come tumbling down. (He had almost taken a dive after Pig when he his timing had been slightly off.)

Thus having written his own death certificate Ron had left the owlery and gone for Gryffindor common room. All the while he had noted that his thoughts wondered off to Hermione's reaction at McGonagall's office, and her reaction when the punishment had finally sunken in. it probably wasn't going to be pretty.

And to make matters worse, the next day had been equally depressing. The letter he had been waiting for from his mother did not come, making him worry himself sick. And then there was Hermione who seemed to be residing on a different level of existence.

Not only was the usual lively girl completely spaced. She had not done a thing about her homework this whole weekend. This of course had started a wide arrange of rumors to flow around the common room. Three of the main rumors consisted of one) her being sick. Two) she had a new pet project that required this weird behaviour. Three) she'd gone around the bend when losing her prefect pin for an uncertain amount of time. For the moment most students believed the first to be true. Dennis Creevey had even made a trip to the hospital wing (he was chased off by Madam Pomfrey and scolded for making her life more difficult. This had caused and whole other rumor to start about Madam Pomfrey, a few students even thought it was a catch-able decease.) but in the end most students decided to give her some room and let things go at their own pace.

Sitting in his favorite chair near the unlit hearth Ron watched Hermione while she stood before one of the windows. She was staring of into the sky and her mouth was moving every now and then. To all purpose it looked like she was discussing something with herself. Probably how to earn her badge back as soon as possible.

Shifting his gaze he resumed staring out of the window himself. This had actually been the reason why he noticed Hermione. After a while he still did not see any owls approaching, his mother was not going to answer today either. Ron's stomach turned sickly and he decided he would not be going down for diner today. The tension was making him sick enough to put him of his food. Maybe it was a strategy plan from his mother, or something was very very wrong. He hoped it was just a strategy anything else would just cause him to have nightmares.

The rest of the Gryffindor common room was eerily silent for a Sunday and most of the students were either dutifully making homework while discussing rumors or just plain discussing rumors. Harry's sickness being one of them.

In fact most of the school was talking about Harry and his prolonged stay in the hospital wing. Most of the students had started to come up with wild theories about the whole situation. Ron himself had stopped thinking about Harry for the most part; his own life being turned up side down had part in that.

But in the most all the gossip had started to make the houses turn on Slytherin. The story of the maze had gotten out and now most of the student body had started to take it on themselves to make sure the Slytherins did not get away with anything else illegal. They were watched so closely that not even worst sneaks had been able to pull of their work.

All in all one could say that Hogwarts had never been this prank/ bully free. But Ron didn't care very much about all this. He sighed and stood up leaving for bed early. Tomorrow would be Monday and he was pretty sure his mother would send him a replay with the morning post. And there were classes of course. He gave Hermione one last look and wondered when she would come out of her shock.

With a small smile Ron disappeared up the stairs. She would probably be normal the next morning. Maybe a little touchy but nothing too out of the ordinary, they would be having classes after all. And Hermione more than anything else wanted to keep her perfect record up.

Back in the common room Hermione was one of the last students to go up to bed. And all that time she had spend before the window looking off into the distance. Her fingers were touching the glass and pressing only slightly against it while she mumbled.

"That reaction could have been caused by threat, but why did he react on them like that." Some tapping on the glass and a slight nod of the head. "No my spells were perfect. Malfoy must have been carrying a charm. My spells were good but we got caught. How could this be?" Her voice died away while she formed theory after theory to what have gone wrong.

"But how to proceed now. I need to work hard to get back on track." More tapping a little louder this time. Behind her some of the late night stragglers left casting worrying glances in her direction. Normally Hermione was in the group of early sleepers.

"It might work it might not. I need a good plan. I will not have this happen to me again." With a sigh she pushed away from the window and made her way up to her dormitory at last. She went through the ritual of washing and readying herself for bed. When she pulled up the blankets she suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline and almost flew of her bed in the rush to sit up.

"I FORGOT TO MAKE MY HOMEWORK!" she howled. In an instant the rest of the girls were awake. The girls watched as the bushy haired Hermione run around the room pulling out books and parchment. Lavender groaned loudly and threw a pillow Hermione's way.

"Hermione its one at night. Go to sleep or at least don't wake us up." Hermione didn't pay her attention and Parvati rolled her eyes. Then picked up her wand and cast a silencing charm on her bed. Yawing she rolled over and went back to sleep.

Lavender threw another pillow and then followed Parvati's example. Silence returned to the room but for the frantic scribbling of Hermione's quill and the turning of pages as she looked up the answers in her books. It would take her several hours before she finally went to bed and by then the sky was already turning lighter.

She had been only sleeping for a whole ten minutes when the castle started shaking violently. The girls woke up confused and scared. The shaking became worse and of into the distance they could hear the sound of explosions. Parvati shrieked and jumped out of her bed.

"Were under attack. The Death Eaters are attacking Hogwarts." She yelled pulling stunned Lavender from between the sheets.

Hermione shook her head. Her all nighter had caused her reaction to slow down and she couldn't correctly take the current situation in. she watched as Parvati and Lavender left the room in a hurry and followed them slower. In the common room more students were running around. Most in a complete rush of panic. Another violent shake shifted the grounds beneath them and not a few students lost their footing.

At that moment Professor McGonagall appeared in the common room. She put her wand against her throat and the next moment her voice boomed through the common room. The students stopped their actions and listened.

"Everybody calm down. We are not under attack, but for safety reasons you will follow me out of the castle." Her voice boomed.

"Now everyone I want to see two rows next to each other. We will leave in an orderly fashion." Professor McGonagall ordered. The students did as told and formed two rows. "Now, let's go." And they went.

"Miss Brown stop your hysterics there is nothing to be afraid off." McGonagall sighed. Repressing the urge to roll her eyes she safely led the children out the front door. Her warning to Lavender had however not worked and the girls were being held by her friend who was talking to her softly. It seemed to make little difference.

X

After falling straight asleep Harry found himself back in his dreamscape from last night. This time he was standing right before the castle instead of outside the gates though. Blinking he wondered if this slight difference meant anything or if he would be popping up all over the place if he had the dream again. He guessed he wouldn't find out until next time.

Looking at the castle he was once again feeling the longing to live here. It really had such a welcoming feel to it. It bathed in an essence that made him long to enter through the doors. Taking a few steps he raised a hand and touched the wall. The stones felt cool and rough and while he was connected he could feel magic pulsating through the building. Harry gasped.

"A magical castle. Build by a wizard then." He mused stepping back while at the same time pulling his hand away. The loss of contact was almost painful, like the loss of something precious.

"I wonder when it was build. I fell like I know the owner, but the signature is too thin." Harry dragged a hand through his hair while he tried to remember some of the signatures he knew by heart and compared them to the thin line he had felt in the castle. In the end he couldn't find any that matched, and the building did have this old feel too it. So maybe it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

Letting the thought go he turned around to the rose garden. Since he didn't have anything better to do he walked towards the garden and took the first path he saw. Soon he was engulfed by rose bushes and could only see parts of the castle that rose above the bushes. A soft breeze washed over him carrying the scent of roses and salty sea.

While walking through, what Harry assumed, was supposed to be a maze he let his hands wonder. Every now and then he would touch the petal of a rose or a leave. Some times he even touched the branches. The longer he moved through the bushes the more he felt like the flowers were responding to him.

It first started while he was touching the flowers. They seemed to responding and caress him in return? Intrigued Harry had stopped and turned his full attention on the snowy white flowers. (The maze seemed to make up out if many different colored roses) reaching out gain he felt it stronger this time. A tiny touch back against his finger. The feeling was strange.

Cocking his head sideways his horns coming in touch with a particular large flower he touched the flower again. Again the small feeling brushed against the tip of his finger, it felt a bit ticklish if that made any sense. When he was sure nothing strange was going to happen he touched the flowers more fully, using al his fingers and the palm of his hand. The flowers responded in the same way.

Completely fascinated Harry tried to give a name to the feeling the flowers gave him when touching him back. The best he could get was that in their own they were communicating with him. Smiling he gave one of the flowers a long caress and then decided that he really needed to keep going. His curiosity wanted to know what lay deeper in the maze.

Raising Harry suddenly stopped as his head was held back. Blinking he turned trying to see what caused this and found a long branch going to his head. With a smile he reached up and unwind the rose from his horns and stood up. "Sorry, but I need to go now. I'll be back sometime. Promise."

Going on he waved to the rose bushes and got the distinct feeling they were waving back. With a satisfied sight he looked forward and resumed his walk through the maze. His mind supplied him with a steady supply of images of what could be in the middle of the maze.

Then just as the night before he found himself in an all white place. Instead of feeling disturbed by it he let the soothing smell and feel of the place calm him. He seemed to be floating around and somewhere in his mind he started to feel a certain longing. Something should be here but wasn't.

The feeling grew stronger and stronger and Harry started to actively wondering around the white space. When he realized he was looking for the other spirit he stopped dead and felt like hitting himself in the head. Of course he had been missing something, the presence of his supposed mate.

A tiny flicker of anger quickly died as the essence of the plane saturated him and after a few minutes he only felt peace and freedom again. And longing. Which once again aroused the question why his mate was not here yet?

After a while Harry started to wonder or more like float around. His mind was focussed on only one thing. His mate to be. But the plain had taken any kind of malicious thoughts away and even anger and hurt were completely gone. All that he actually had left been a vague wondering why it took so long.

Then he felt it. Just behind him was the presence of his mate to be. A dampened surge of happiness mingled with the wondering and Harry turned around. And just like his senses had told him he could see the white form of his mate.

The other male was approaching him rapidly and white thin robes, probably arms, soon wrapped around him. He was hugged close and he could feel soft breathing in his neck. A shiver of lust warmed his stomach.

Soon puffs of breath were replaced with teeth and soft licks. Harry's eyes went wide and he let out a moan. His spiritual body shivered and shook and when his intended nipped him particularly hard he even let out a soft howl.

The other male moved back and a rumbling laughter pierced the white landscape, Harry stared in wonder. And then for some reason his mate to be threw his head back and laughed even louder, a small trickle of confusion slithered through Harry's mind and he started to pull back.

The other spirit stopped his laughing immediately when he noticed Harry's action. Arms sneaked around him and Harry was pulled lush against his mate to be. "You're mine!" the hiss came near his ear and made Harry want to turn his head and look at his intended.

The other male was having none of it and arms wrapped around him like iron bolts, even breathing became hard and Harry felt himself grow faint. It wasn't normal for a dream to feel this much and be so realistic. Harry wondered how some things were warped and others seemed enhanced.

"You might have been a surprise at first, but you're still all mine." The other male hissed.

"I will have you even now you're a male. And do you know why?" it wasn't really a question. "Because you're my mate, mine and mine alone. Only I can make you happiest." It almost sounded like an order- or a threat. A shudder wrecked through Harry's body, but this time he made no move to get away and his intended seemed to calm down.

Soon the licks and bites were resumed and Harry felt soft lips approach his mouth. When he was kissed at a particular place on his neck desire took over and Harry threw his head back to give his mate to be better excess. The other male growled in contentment.

In the back of his and Harry wondered though. Why was he allowing this, why did he open himself to this stranger. He could be kissed by his greatest enemy right now and all he wanted was to completely give in and- and do something more.

The mouth had moved to his own and a gentle pressure on his lips brought him back from his mussing. With a soft gasp at the feeling the other male took advantage and the tip of his tongue lazily licked his lips before entering. Harry's legs (if he would have had them in the spiritual place) felt like they melted and he leaned into the other male completely.

And then, while the other male growled in contentment at Harry's behaviour, a flash of pain struck Harry like a bold of lightening. It was al consuming and any kind of pleasurable feeling was latterly burned from his body. Harry went rigid and his mouth opened to voice a soundless scream.

His intended gasped and started to pull at Harry, trying to get him to move or react. Harry however was struck with a second wave of pain and he felt his brain shut down to protect himself.

Slowly the white was replaced first with soft grays, but gradually it grew darker and then turned a complete black. His hearing worked like a scrambled radio, yells reached him sometimes overly loud at other times it was nothing more than a warped whisper. The last he noticed before completely blacking out was the worry coming from his intended. It was like a cloud seeped around him. For some reason it made him happy.

And then he was no more. Draco was left alone in the white landscape. His arms encircled nothing but air. He stared at the place where his mate had been for a moment and then a burning anger swept everything from his mind.

X

In Slytherin dorm Draco woke up, his eyes blood red but for the silver slits. Wings were spread white and Draco crawled out of his bed. Long nails ripped the bedding to shreds and his horns managed to rip the curtains. From his chest a low rumbling like a purr could be heard and silver slits glanced over the other sleeping boys.

Then suddenly he leaped the last part out of bed and landed with a crunching noise. Draco opened his mouth, displaying long needle like canines, and then he roared. The sound was ear-splitting and the other boys woke from their sleep with a start.

Zabini looked around dazed, not entirely certain what was happening. The other boys were in a similar state of mind but as soon as they lay eyes on Draco in his true form the stopped moving altogether.

The boy had his body lowered on all four and wings were spread out widely. Eyes glowed red and his claws were producing gashes in the stone floor. With his second roar Draco went for the wooden door and left it splintered in his wake. The other boys had awoken out of their stupor but were still too shaken up to do anything than watch.

Draco raced down the stairs and flung himself into the common room. On his way down he left long gashes were his claws had dug in. once down in the common room glowing red eyes looked around searching for a way out. But with his mind in a frenzied state normal thoughts and reasoning were shut down. And the dragon in him was impatient and worried. His mate was in pain and he could not get to him. He needed- he needed to get there now.

With another roar he flung himself into a wall and caused a significant dent. Stones were breaking and cracks grew bigger with each punch. When the walls didn't butch fast enough Draco combined pent up magical power together with his inhuman physical strength.

The wall gave way and shattered. The castle rumbled and groaned as one of its walls was forcibly removed. Already students were running about stopping when they noticed Draco. The students behind them knocked into the front lines and got squashed by the people behind them. Blink panic had settled in and not a few students were already wounded.

Amidst the chaos Snape entered. Beatle black eyes searched the mayhem before coming to a rest on Draco. Lips thinning Snape backed out pushing the portrait that had replaced the earlier entrance wide open. He then brought his wand to his throat and whispered sonorous.

"Will all students stop their pathetic whining and form two rows? I want you to leave in an orderly fashion or you will suffer the consequences." Snapes voice boomed throughout the room. This time though, the angst and panic was too tick and students only stopped their moving but did not follow Snapes order.

Feeling the vein above his right eye start to pop Professor Snape opened his mouth again. "I said get a move on NOW!" the student body was woken and most of them tore their gaze from the mad magical creature. One look at their Professor sent them running though the portrait hole.

After that more and more students followed until every single one of them was out of immediate danger. Now it was only Snape and a crazed Dragonseeker. Things weren't looking too good.

Keeping his eyes strained on Draco, Severus started a slow approach. Keeping as silent as possible he removed a small silver necklace from one of his pockets. Without taking his eyes from Draco he flipped the cap from the tiny bottle that hung on the silver chain open.

At first it didn't seem to work and Severus cursed his bad luck. But then ever so slowly Draco's movements became sluggish and his coordination faulty. His swipes at the wall Missed and his head swayed form left to right. Smirking Snape closed the bottle and replaced the necklace in his pocket. With much more confidence he approached Draco.

"Now Malfoy, aren't we all glad you mother did not only make me promise to look after you with an unbreakable vow, but that she also supplied me with Suna's scent." Red eyes watched him filled with hatred, the silver slivers spitting venomous looks. Severus almost smiled.

"It's only the first wave Draco." He whispered. "It only means you're this much closer to obtaining your mate. Just a few more days and you'll have your mate with you." Snapes voice kept repeating these sentences over and over again to the drugged Dragonseeker.

At one point Draco finally reverted to his normal self and silver eyes watched him with despair. Chapped lips moved and Severus bowed to catch the words. "He's in pain."

Beatle black eyes flickered with something incomprehensible before he moved back. Standing up he looked at the entrance. None other than Albus Dumbledore stood there. Taking in the damage with sad eyes.

"Talk to me Severus. But first, let us move him to his new rooms."

Severus nodded and picked up Draco. With a little help from Albus they managed to place the wings so they would not bother Severus. Soon they reached the new quarters and waited for one of the occupants to open the door.