Chapter Nineteen
Harry was weary, and all around him was ablaze with people running around. He was now sat in the Ministry and had, thankfully, stopped being sick. He was sure he still had Voldemort breath though. He smacked his lips with a look of utter disgust on his face. Beside him, Amelia Bones smirked and reached into her robes. She extracted a packet of Muggle mints, of all things, and handed them to him.
He smiled at her warmly and immediately popped one in his mouth. She and Moody were the only ones that knew exactly what had happened. An obliviation team had been called in and the exact details of how Harry had defeated Voldemort were hidden away. This was at Harry's request, he knew he could not get away from the extra fame he was sure to pick up, and there was just no way around that. That said; he did want to keep a few things a little closer to his chest. The ability to transform into a dragon being one such item. Luckily Director Bones and Senior Auror Moody had agreed with him since everyone knew that there had been no dragon Animagi for a very long time and what one entailed to a certain degree. The minister had no idea of the exact details of Voldemort's demise, swallowing their invented story easily enough, especially since Harry had made sure he did. That new aspect to his mental magic was a little disturbing but it was more of a Black thing, Black as in the type of dragon, than something he had control over. He suspected that he would not be able to do it normally, but since he had just recently changed back, the ability had been with him.
Now he was dealing with Fudge's circus of press and peerage flooding around the place and making all sorts of demands on his time and attention. He was aware that a special edition of the Prophet had already gone out. Luckily, for him it had concentrated more on the Aurors than it had him. He had of course had quite a big mention but for the most part, he was glad that Minister Fudge was taking credit for the operation and the defeat of Voldemort himself.
Frankly, he just wanted to head somewhere quiet for a while and hope it all went away, he just knew he did not have that luxury. He let out another sigh as more commotion exploded from the press conference in front of him knowing that he was going to have to get up there soon and give his carefully prepared speech. Of course, Harry had not been the one to write the speech, he had approved it though. He was not about to praise Fudge while ignoring the help of the Aurors or anyone else quite frankly.
Fudge turned to him with an expectant smile and apparently he had missed being called up to deliver his speech. Harry glanced at Director Bones who gave him an encouraging smile, then got up, and squared his shoulders.
He hoped this would not take too long and he could get back on with his life.
-#-
Hermione looked at the man that had just walked into the great hall in shock. She had not seen him for the last three days as he had been out of school and doing the rounds of interviews and a host of other things. He looked tired, that was the first thing that hit her, that and fed up. Her lips twitched into a smile, any other man would be lapping up the attention by now but not Harry, he was fed up with it.
She had been the first to notice his arrival, she had a bit of a Harry sense these days, but she was not the only one. The great hall became silent, the noises of breakfast being eating having stopped and all conversation petering off quickly.
Harry looked out at the expectant faces, wondering which way they would jump and how they felt. Most seemed to look relieved even on the Slytherin table, oddly even Draco was looking oddly relieved about Voldemort's death, though he was shooting Harry a glare still.
Hermione, Harry noted, looked like she wanted to kiss him. That at least was something he would like to do. In fact, all his female companions looked to be having similar thoughts, which was good. He had been slightly worried they would be angry with him. Of course, he had yet to check in with Cissy or Fleur it was likely they would kick his arse for what he had done. Not that he had killed Voldemort, but because it had been so spur of the moment and now, he looked back on it, rather rash.
Professor Dumbledore looked at him steadily and then got to his feet. His hands came in front of his body and he began to clap.
He was alone for a moment, and then the rest of the head table got up and began to clap as well. The rest of the great hall then stood up and began to applaud. The sound was thunderous and hit Harry like a physical force making him back up a step and he looked very surprised. 'Ye gods even Draco is applauding' Harry thought, though he suspected that it was mostly so he was not on the outs with the rest of his house and not because he actually wanted to applaud Harry at all.
Then the entire school moved towards him, making Harry back up another step thinking for a weird moment that they were about to attack him. Instead of that, he found himself hugged, kissed, his hand shaken and generally thanked and congratulated by his peers. It meant far more to him than the Order of Merlin that was nestled in his backpack. His smile grew and was genuine at the very real feeling of gratitude he got off of nearly everyone that came up to him.
It was a long drawn out moment before he started getting to people that he knew. First up was Ron, who shook his hand, then pulled him in for a hug slapping him on the back with words of thanks and congratulations for him. It was not forced, but it was reserved which showed that he and Ron had a way to go before they could call each other mate again. Lavender actually kissed him, on the cheek thank god, but Ron did glare at him some and Lavender for doing it. Quite a few kisses were had by him from several of his girls and he liked that more than a little bit. Even those not yet his girls, like Daphne who had been quite enthusiastic with her kiss. Ginny had snogged him, but he had expected that, she did not make it last long and thankfully kept her tongue to herself. Especially since Ron was still waiting by the wings and watching carefully. Oddly Ginny was succeeding in her quest, because Harry did not think of her as a sister, he was not actually sure how to classify her yet.
Finally, it was Hermione and she was not backwards in coming forwards in her kiss, and he returned it gladly which got her a few jealous looks but he did not care. Hermione was special to him and he was not shy about people knowing that, especially now that Voldemort was gone.
Finally, the teachers got their turn with him, Capelle once again kissed him on the mouth, which shocked the shit out of him, and he did not have time to return it in any way before Snape was shaking his hand. He died however paused long enough to whisper, "She's mine" in Harry's ear before backing off with a smirk. McGonagall hugged him firmly, Trelawney kissed both cheeks, Vector damn near snogged him. Not that he minded that last one in the least, she was strict and she was horrendous with homework, but she was hot. Sprout promised him a plant of some kind, but Harry did not hear what. He did wonder if she had the same- liking of plants as Helga had and that thought worried him a bit. Slughorn made a great fuss and show of him, as if he was claiming Harry and frankly Harry did not much like that. Hagrid damn near crushed him in a hug exclaiming that he had always known that Harry would be special. That touched Harry quite a bit, in many ways the half giant was Harry's first friend. Then finally, after the procession had finished Professor Dumbledore stood before him.
There was a feeling of something to come in the air and the students and professors alike backed away. The elderly professor looked at Harry steadily, then very slowly and deeply bowed to him with great aplomb.
Harry returned the bow as formally as he was able. He and Dumbledore now shared something else, namely an Order of Merlin and the fact they had both taken down a Dark Lord in their time. A special bond would doubtless make very little difference to the way they acted around each other. They were already close and had become more so that year. After the bow was finished Dumbledore offered his hand, which Harry took by grasping the elder mans forearm. The handclasp of a warrior, for that was what they both were in their own ways. Harry may not have liked some of the things that Dumbledore had done, especially some of the ones that pertained to Harry, but he did respect him.
They broke off and then grinned at each other. Because that was something else they shared, an irrepressible sense of humour and lightness to their hearts.
The impromptu gathering disbursed slowly and naturally as everyone went back to their meals, but Dumbledore managed to keep Harry away from his table and instead dragged him up to the staff table.
"Do not look so shocked Harry, you are allowed to sit up here given your status. Besides, I was rather hoping for some description of the battle."
Harry smiled, sitting in the conjured chair beside the headmaster himself, "There's not much to tell."
"I doubt that Harry, I also doubt the reports I have read give justice to the actual events of three days hence."
Harry smirked, "No I rather suppose they don't, what have you read exactly?"
"They merely said that in a large battle you laid the killing stroke upon Voldemort that all the Aurors available were helping with the fight including Director Bones."
"Well it is true all the Aurors were there sir." Harry told his headmaster, his voice low and for the elder mans ears alone. "I actually fought with Voldemort form to form. The bastard had managed to pick up a magical Animagus form."
"Dear lord, what was it, a Basilisk?"
"You'd think so wouldn't you," Harry said with a smile, "But no, it wasn't. It was actually Nundu; he also enlarged his form with a potion."
"Dear Lord, are you well Harry? I understand their breath carries many plagues in it and that they are virtually immune to magic."
"Luckily I managed to stay clear until I switched to my own Magical Form, who was quite immune to that breath. Not the bastards claws though, I actually need you, Madam Pomfrey and Hagrid to help me later. The bugger got in a really good shot to my wing, I think it will need some treatment, even in this form I feel the pain from it."
Dumbledore nodded, "I will arrange that shortly, I notice you have managed, amazingly enough, to keep your other form out of the papers."
"Well, there were no reporters, Death Eaters Obliviated and Aurors memories changed, so I'm okay there, only Director Bones and Moody know." Harry told him, "All things considered they agreed it was best to keep my involvement lower key than that. This way the Aurors get most of the credit and let's face it, they are due some of that lately."
Dumbledore nodded, "As with many police forces, they are much maligned and misunderstood but do a task none of us wish to."
"Exactly, Minister Fudge is also talking about increasing their budget." Harry smirked, "Well he is after a reporter asked about it. He sees it as good PR and he is not wrong there. Especially considering that they will need to be chasing down the remaining Death Eaters, especially the Inner circle."
Dumbledore nodded gravely, "Indeed Harry, and you; what are your plans now?"
"Finish my education, have fun- prank the shit out of the school, and leave." Harry told him impishly, "There is something I thought you may like to see," he said bringing out a vial with a silver thread in it.
"Marvellous!" Dumbledore said with a smile, "I will return the favour of course."
"I think I would like that sir." Harry admitted with a smile, "Now Hermione is just about to hop out of her seat, I think I should go and assure her that I am well. Perhaps you could arrange that medical treatment I mentioned for this afternoon?"
Dumbledore nodded with a smile on his face so Harry got up and bowed to the other members of staff and walked over to his usual seat.
Hermione grabbed on to his arm as soon as he was even slightly close and pulled him into his chair. She did not let go either, her eyes were liquid with worry and relief as well as a host of other emotions. She opened her mouth to speak, but Harry cut in before she could get a word out.
"I'm well, mostly, certainly nothing for you to be so worried about." Harry told her with a smile, "I did what I did because I was there and the opportunity presented itself. I know that we always thought it would be the three of us facing the bastard, but things became known that ruined that idea. I did what I had to do and honestly I am glad you were not in any danger."
Hermione closed her mouth and gave him a mild glare, "I'm not some sort of china doll Harry!"
"I know that, but I want to protect you nonetheless."
"You- You- Man!"
Harry smiled at her sexily, "That is true, and I am."
Hermione laughed and shook her head; suddenly she grabbed him into a tight hug, which he gladly returned.
Eventually she pulled back, and smiled, "That reminds me, I'm guessing you don't know- Would you -"
Harry put a hand on her lips, "If this is about the dance, don't be mad, but I already said yes to someone."
"I'm not mad," she said around his finger, "I have long since realized that jealousy would not only be useless but self destructive as well." She added once he had removed the digit.
Harry beamed at her happily, "You are wonderful I hope you realize that."
"So who are you taking?" Hermione said, "Or is that taking you?" She added impishly and with a smile to match her tone.
His eyes drifted across the hall to where Tracey sat looking at him, there was a slightly unreadable expression in her eyes and she mouthed to meet her later. He nodded slightly at her to show that he had understood and was glad to do it.
"Tracey or Daphne," Hermione asked with a smirk.
"Both actually," Harry said with a laugh.
"Most of the men in the school would kill for that, and most of the women would kill them for you."
"I will take that as a compliment I think," Harry decided aloud. "I would be very honored if you would save me a dance though."
"Oh, I think I can do that and maybe more." Hermione said her eyes twinkling.
Harry smiled at her with a matching expression on his face.
-#-
Well-wishers approached Harry for the rest of the day in various forms, some more pleasant than others:-
Harry exploded backwards onto the wall, he was in a rarely used section of the school, hiding away from everyone, and some had been nice to him. Well, in fact everyone had been nice to him that had bothered to come up to him again. This was new, and at the same time strangely familiar.
"I won't do this again for a long while I promise," A hauntingly familiar voice said, and as his eyesight settled down he saw Ginny mere inches away from him, "I hope one day that you will want me to start up again, for now- I want you to know a few things, No- Don't speak. We are safe no one is near and my brother will not be interrupting me this time. In my second year, I fell for Harry, not just Harry Potter, when you saved my life from Tom. You have now killed the monster that spawned the diary that ruined my earlier years and I have nothing to offer you except my thanks."
Harry opened his mouth, but she put a finger on his lips to silence him, "I know you don't think of me like a sister anymore and I thank Merlin for that. You are just having trouble admitting it to yourself that you find me sexually attractive. I can wait for that to sink in, in the meantime let me tell you something. The thought of you thinking of me that way makes me ill. I could never think of you as a brother, my brothers are all amazing people in their own ways- even Ron. However, they do not make my heart beat faster when I see them, you do. The last time we kissed before Ron ruined it all, I felt you respond even if it was slightly; as you started to the first time, I kissed you. You want to know how that made me feel Harry?" she asked, her voice charged and oddly erotic due to its low volume and heat. "I could've had an orgasm if you touched me somewhere sensitive at that moment. Your mouth fills my dreams and in those dreams, your dick fills my mouth. I WILL have you Harry- And do not think I do not know that you are shagging half the good-looking girls in school. I do not care and never will care. I am going to wait a year, then I'm legal and I'm coming for you again, I just wanted you to know that." Ginny told him, and then backed away from him.
Harry looked at her for a long moment, then reached out and pulled her in for a scorching kiss, one he initiated for a change. After a long moment and a very passionate kiss, he broke away, "Just to tide you over," he said, then walked calmly away from her.
Ginny watched him go a half smile on her face as she leaned back against the wall and fanned herself.
-#-
Another such occurrence happened about ten minutes later when Harry had made his way up to the more public sections of the school. This time he felt a hand grab his arm and yank. He turned to fight and saw Parvati looking at him steadily, half out of a classroom doorway and half into the corridor. It was, even to Harry, obvious that she wanted to talk to him. So he allowed himself to be pulled into the, thankfully, empty classroom and watched as Parvati en-spelled the door shut, locked and silenced.
"Hey Parvati," he said with a smile, when she virtually attacked him, sending him back into the wall. This was not like the kisses they had shared before; this one was much more primal, passionate and needy.
Her tongue worked into his mouth and toyed with his, flicking against the end. Then she pushed against him even harder flattening her curves against his body, one leg coming round and hooking up on his waist. His hand naturally fell so that he was holding her thigh and she moaned into his mouth, managing to make the kiss even more intense. Her hands were all over him, one ending up in his hair and holding him almost painfully tightly. He pushed her back slightly and she playfully nipped at one of his lips. Which caused him not to want to stop her and she came in again, her eyes passionate as she licked his bottom lip, then tilted her head to the side. Her lips trailed across the bottom of his face and then started to nip his neck, her tongue occasionally peeking out and tracing his neck. Frankly, he was hard already and getting harder. He pushed her back slightly, aiming for her lips and they met with a slight expiration of air, then their tongues entwined again. It was Harry's turn to explore, one hand still on her leg moved up more than would normally be decent, pushing up her school issue skirt almost to the waist on one side. His other hand went to her arse and cupped her firm cheek then gripping it tightly. She moaned at the feeling and pushed her groin against him rubbing herself a little on him.
Then they broke off, their foreheads meeting as they looked at each other from close together, both seeing the passion they had engendered in the other.
"God you can kiss," Harry said, it was true as well; she was the best kiss he had ever had. Apparently, she had been holding out on him, she was MUCH better than Lavender was. He did wonder what had brought on this serious snog though, so he asked her as gently as he could.
"You did it, you actually did it." Parvati told him her face serious as she pulled back far enough to look at him properly. Her leg was still curled around his waist though and she showed no signs of moving it.
"Did what?" Harry asked, his mind was still not fully functional, had he mentioned how damn good that kiss was? If he had not he would have to make sure he did, damn she could kiss.
Parvati laughed it was a lovely light sound at that. "You have slain the demon Harry; I finally realize that you are not just an exceptional hunk. You are the real deal, and frankly, that turns me on more than a bit. I know you are seeing other girls and honestly, I do not care. There are much worse things in life than sharing you. Such as never getting to have you at all."
Harry was unbelievable complimented and touched by what she had just said. He was also more than a little tempted to start kissing her again. He had a feeling if they started, they would not stop until one of them was screaming the others name. "I'm-"
She shut him up with a finger on his lips, which seemed to be happening to him a lot that day. "I don't want you to think me shallow Harry. You remember that I mentioned I was interested in someone else?"
Harry nodded, so she continued, "It was a lie, I have always found you attractive but I thought you and Lav were so hot for each other that I would stand aside, which is why I said what I said. That did not work out, and you have been seeing a few girls I think. I was brought up in a semi traditional way Harry; men with more than one wife are not that unusual to me. Even in wizarding, Britain such is quite common, or was up to about 100 years ago. Unlike the Muggle world, those marriage laws have never been rescinded. I want you to think about that Harry, because one day- I will want to apply for your harem" she said with a sexy smile, "I expect entry, or else," she added with a chuckle. "Even my father wouldn't begrudge me this, especially given your status. I just want you to think about it, alright?"
Harry nodded, he would be thinking about that a lot from this point on he was sure. She felt so damn good pressed against him it was amazing. "In the meantime," she said, that sexy smile on her face again, "I will be doing all sorts of things to do and with you. Let's just keep the fact I fully intend to lose my virginity to you to ourselves shall we?" she asked her eyes sensual and Harry was sure she was getting closer. "Free me up a night Harry, please, and make it soon, and then we can finish what we've started here. Right now I'm going to my bed and spending the next two hours pleasing myself with some toys and thinking of that kiss we just had, keep that in your head," she said, and then stepped back and away from him, but it looked like it was an effort for her to do so. Then her wand wafted over the doorway and she was gone, leaving Harry a hormonal mess with imagery in his head he was never going to be able to shake off. Nor, come to think of it, did he want to.
-#-
Harry's step faltered a little when he saw who was waiting for him outside of Hagrid's hut. Those he had requested were there as well as Charlie Weasley. This could be a little tricky to say the least.
"Charlie," Harry said with a nod at the stocky man.
"Harry," Charlie returned with an edge to his voice, "You and I need to talk- Man to man."
"Okay, but can it wait? I have something that REALLY needs to be taken care of right now."
"Yeah, and injured dragon, that takes precedence with me too." Charlie said shortly.
Harry smirked slightly, wondering if Charlie was going to feel the same way when he realized the dragon was Harry. Alternatively, what would happen if the man realized he had his hand on his sisters arse not that long ago. It had not been on purpose or anything, but it just rather ended up there when he had kissed her. He probably should not have done that, but damn it she was hot and he was horny.
Harry walked over to Professor Dumbledore, "Albus," he said with a warm smile.
"Harry, I have gotten everyone together and there is now a strong aversion charm up around the area. We are far enough away from the school that we should not be disturbed."
"I hope not," Harry said and nodded a welcome to Hagrid and Madam Pomfrey. "Shall we do this then? Oh wait- I should probably ask you all to give me your word that you will keep what you are about to see a secret."
All of them, even Charlie gave him that word. This was more than good enough for him considering those present. He may have fallen out with the Weasley's a bit of late but he still loved them all and trusted them as well.
"Right, then I suppose I should just do this thing. After the dragon- arrives, stay back until I tell you it is safe, he is in a great deal of pain. He may attack first and not bother with questions, alright?"
Once he got the nod, or spoken response, from those present he backed well away them.
"Where's this dragon anyway?" Charlie asked.
Hagrid was looking up in the sky, "He can't be flying with no hurt wing can he?"
Dumbledore smirked to himself secretly.
Harry laughed, and his body expanded radically, growing in height and breadth in seconds. His skin turned black, leathery and had a slight sheen to it that was like a mother of pearl effect. His eyes grew and became even more emerald than before, his legs expanded and lengthened. His arms changed shape and he roared in pain as his wings sprouted out of his body and snapped to full extension. Then suddenly where there had been Harry, stood the Black and he was NOT a happy camper. It was only Harry's more human influences that held the dragons rage at bay. Soothing his own instincts with promises of pain relief and fixing his own wing. It was a hard won battle but he calmed himself and lumbered forward a step, the ground shaking slightly as he did.
Hagrid dropped to his knees and Harry swore he saw tears in his eyes, "Oh look at 'im. He's beautiful." he said his tone reverent.
Charlie took a step forward his face ashen, but his eyes shining with the type of fervor more usually apparent on a religious nut. "A Black!" he breathed in awe, "They are only legend in some fairly dodgy quarters, dear sweet Merlin! A Black!"
Dumbledore started making mental notes, speaking aloud as he did so, "He has to be 25 feet high at the head, and at the back 15-18 feet. From head to tip of the tail, he has to be at least 40 feet long if not more. It's hard to tell as he is somewhat upright."
Charlie looked at him as if he were mad. Dumbledore smirked at him, "I'm cataloguing this occasion with Harry's permission we should write a paper. I have a quick quotes quill on the ground behind me."
"I'm fine with that," A deep melodious voice said drawing their attention back to Harry who was actually smiling at them. It was a bit terrifying to see to say the least, but they knew it was Harry humanizing the Black a little. "We'll do a proper measuring session at some point." he said and stepped forward, his wing sweeping around and damn near knocking them over with the wash of air. "I would quite like you to have a look at this though please."
Hagrid and Charlie stepped forward, taking that as the permission they had been waiting for, "Dear Merlin! What did this?"
"An enlarged Nundu," Harry said, the following chuckle in his dragon form shook the windows on Hagrid's hut. "I'm a little worried that it isn't healing, perhaps something to do with their magic?"
"Their bite is supposedly poisonous," Dumbledore, said thoughtfully, "However no one has gotten past their breath to be bitten."
"Also his claws did this, if that helps?"
Charlie carefully reached out and touched Harry's wing membrane, "It's a clean cut, that's something but the edges seem to be holding some sort of infection I think. We could do with Professor Snape, if that's alright Harry?"
"Yeah, just ask him to promise the same thing I asked you," Harry told them, settling his large form down in a more comfortable position in which to wait. Then he laughed, "Just make sure you knock on his door before you go in. You could damage your eyes else."
They fetched Professor Snape forthwith a small black bag in his hand not unlike the one Madam Pomfrey carried. "Merlin!" he breathed in shock, then- "Harry?"
Harry chortled, "Good guess"
"It had to be you," Snape said with a smirk, "I was having sex, and only you would dare interrupt that."
Harry laughed aloud the sound reverberating around the area.
"Severus; please- I did not need that mental image." Dumbledore said wryly, causing Harry to laugh again.
"Right-" Charlie said, wondering what was going on with Snape, but then if he was getting laid he had probably removed that stick from up his arse. He shuddered to think whom he was sleeping with though; he would bet they were not attractive.
"Sev-Are you- Oh!" Capelle said coming into view.
Charlie did a classic double take, 'No, Fucking Way!' he thought fervently.
"Hello Professor Zabini," Harry said his voice flowing over the woman, "I would ask your word- blah- blah," he added with a sigh that nearly knocked Charlie off his feet. "Severus, can you check out the wounds for me. Charlie thinks there is an infection,"
As Capelle nodded, her agreement to keep her mouth shut Severus moved forward and took a scraping from one of Harry's wounds. Then he opened his kit and began to work on finding out what it was.
"So- Dragon huh, that's interesting." Capelle said carefully, not really knowing how to speak to Harry at that moment.
"How did you get through the Aversion field?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
Capelle shrugged with a slight smile that was as mysterious as it was attractive. "Seriously though, A Dragon Animagus?"
"I'm not a dragon Animagus, not really," Harry told her, keeping his voice down as low as he could get it, "I'm a Jaguar Animagus and part Draconian to be exact. The Black Dragon part of me is not an Animagus spirit it is a big part of who I am. The exact details are my own, but needless to say it's something I would like to keep quiet."
Capelle nodded, "So; where's your Harem?"
"Why is that so fascinating to everyone that out of all things they know about dragons that when they find out about me it's generally the first thing they ask?"
"Because sex is the single biggest driving force of the universe," Capelle said with a shrug.
Harry rolled his eyes, his wing twitching as he held back his laughter. "Well, I'm- working on that."
"You will have to invoke the old laws," Dumbledore said, pulling on his beard as he often did when thinking.
"Oh not you as well!" Harry said, "I thought you would at least say, 'Naughty Harry!'"
Dumbledore smiled, "Hardly Harry it is the natural way of things, not even humans are truly monogamous after all."
Capelle smiled, "Perhaps I may sign up as a satellite member,"
Snape swore as he dipped his hand in the liquid he was currently boiling and tossed a mild glare at his love, "Very bloody funny," he noted.
"Well as pleasant as that thought is, and boy is it." Harry said, "I've already got my hands full as it is."
Capelle pouted in a sexy way, Harry lifted one of his smaller forearms and waved her off, "Don't you dare."
Capelle laughed happily and freely at him, "Don't worry Sev is more than man enough for me."
"Gah!" Charlie said looking green as he did so.
Capelle smirked at him but looked back at Harry, "I do wish a favor from you that you may find- difficult though."
"Oh?" Harry said his voice strained as his wing was throbbing again.
"I need you to do me a sculpture, the details of which I will explain later, are you up for it?"
"Urm- yeah sure, Gongari clay, or are we talking about something else?"
"Obviously"
"Then I can do that with no problems, you know the restrictions I take it."
Capelle smiled, "Indeed I do, therein lies what may be a problem for you."
Harry would have frowned but his draconian face did not really allow for the full range of human expression. "Right, we'll worry about that later, for now. What's the poison Severus and is it mutable?"
"It is mutable, a fairly standard natural construct of various venoms, and this was from a bite I take it or a claw perhaps?"
"Yep, got it in one professor," Harry told the man with a smile. This was still scary to see on a dragons face.
"Charlie, help me with this potion," Snape said bringing up a large jar he had filled with the potion he had been preparing. "We need to spread it across the affected area, Harry you will have to stay in this form for the next hour or so."
Harry nodded; he could do that and still meet up with Tracey later.
"Then Madam Pomfrey will need to put on a salve to close the wound, for that you will need to stay in this form for the night," Severus finished.
"Oh, bugger- urm- okay," Harry, said thinking fast, his forearm touched his head and came away with a small dragon Adfero. It winged its way towards its intended recipient, and then Harry paused and sent another on its way.
"Do I want to know how that will feel when it hits?" Charlie wondered aloud, "Adferos are bad enough from some people, but from a dragon?"
"I made sure to mute it," Harry told him, "professor a young lady will be approaching the aversion field shortly could you let her through for me. Hermione will follow shortly afterwards, hell knowing her she may get here first."
"Is that wise Harry?" Dumbledore asked, drawing his wand ready to make the changes as and when required.
"Oddly I trust them both, Hermione is obviously the one person I trust over all others, no offence to anyone else, and Tracey is-" he paused, looking for the word, "Refreshingly direct with me, and since I was due to talk to her, I didn't want her to think I was skipping out on her."
"Sounds like you are a dog!" Charlie said his eyes angry.
"No, I'm a dragon," Harry said mildly, "You apparently know a bit about dragons, non?"
"Yes, I do, and what's with the non stuff?" Charlie asked his voice both resigned and amused.
"A friend is getting to me a bit," Harry admitted, "Their speech patterns at least."
"Can you fully extend your wing Harry?" Snape asked, moving so that he would not be knocked over in the process. "This will sting by the way," he added once Harry had complied.
Harry nodded and mentally speaking gritted his teeth against the upcoming pain.
He failed to realize what Severus had meant.
A giant roar rattled around Hogwarts making many stop what they were doing and look around in worry.