Lawful Good, Lawful Neutral: Chaos Within | By : Raholea Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 5537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of the characters, creatures, or spells from the book, movies, and games. They ALL belong to Rowling and associates. I make no money from writing and posting this fic. |
This is a request! fic. hieisdragoness18 posted a request nearly two years ago wanting a story with very, very specific things, and some other things left up to the writers deference. I hope that this story does homage to what they wanted to see. In case anyone was wondering, yes, i posted this before quite a while back, but i had the disclaimer wrong and it got blocked. Instead of fixing it i took it down until i was able to actually work on the story again.
On that note, please keep in mind that Prologue- Chapter 3 are being posted now. I do not have more written, and the updates will most likely be slow. Expect posting rates every 2 to 3 months, unless otherwise properly inspired. Reviews are properly inspiring and are very much welcome, both of the general and constructive criticism variety.
It is always the quiet nights, the ones that seem too peaceful, too quiet- those are the nights to shutter oneself in the house, to put up wards, and if one must go out, do it in the company of friends. Though with the Death Eater threats abounding, those habits should have been employed anyway. Whatever the reasons, the newly wedded Lily Potter was walking along a quiet, semi-lit side road, alone. It would prove to be her undoing, however, for something far worse than a mere dark wizard was roaming this night.
Great wings flapped high in the sky, heedless of the low half moon that pitifully lit his dull grey scales. A horned head with piercing green eyes rove over the fields and streets, determined to find prey of some kind. He’d been shunned by clans of both his hybrid blood, and now he was horny, hungry, and overall pissed. Damn females, flaunting themselves and their scent and then sneering at his tainted blood. As if he could help that his parents came from opposing clans - the proud, dominant, over-lording Silvern, the mighty silver dragon, and the lesser, sometimes shady, but playful emerald dragon. He looked like neither, his scales a pitiful grey, his horns above his tiny ear frills were crooked. He lacked the spinal neck frill of the silver species. He looked an outcast abomination that would never have survived if his mother hadn’t protected him so fiercely. For that reason he had severe trust issues, and he knew that the clans would never accept any offspring he may have. But still, the need to find a mate was there, even if only for temporary relief.
The alluring scent of a human female drifted in the breeze. She’d been mated recently, and was fertile. He could have eaten her in two bites… maybe less. But an old piece of lore trickled in his mind and he grinned fiercely, landing and knocking the female off balance. It was when he noticed the stream of sparks bouncing off his chest plate that he knew her to be what the humans called a witch, magically powerful. She would not only be able to breed for him, but carry to term and raise a disastrously powerful child for him. And the clans would be able to do nothing until the latent genes appeared.
He fell to his purpose with glee, not caring for the screams and mild irritation from her magical retaliations. It only spurred him onward, and when he finally judged her to be certain of his blood and continuance, he nuzzled along her body. He waited for her scent to change, nearly dawn, before smirking and leaving her barely able to sit on the dirt path between two farms.
Now he just had to wait for the proper passage of years to see the fruit of his night.
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Approx. two years later…..Clear emerald eyes blinked at the commotion in the house, but didn’t care make a sound. Even from birth little Harry had always seemed to know when it was best to hold his silence, always keenly aware of everything going on. But in those eyes that everyone said looked just like his mother’s, there was something lingering tonight as he heard shouts that never rose in his home, the sounds of glass shattering. Then Lily was at the door, blocking the way with her body against whoever was in the other room. An eerie green light hit her, and she tumbled backwards into the room, and Harry knew his first taste of true panic, real fear. Then his baby eyes fell on the figure coming through the door, and instant rage blossomed through his body and mind.No one could quite explain the way the house seemed to have exploded from the inside. No one knew why a very at- ease Harry, covered in blood spatter, sat calmly just outside his mangled crib, sad eyes watching his dead mother’s body even as he sat there, too calm for any infant in this situation.
Absolutely no one could explain the odd, tiny claw marks that marked parts of the destroyed body in the non-existent doorway. It was obviously Voldemort’s, but the claws, if that was what they were, had sliced through the throat, along the arms, and across the gut. High bleeding points- not something a housecat might do. And the only other “animal” in the house had been James’s deer animagus form.
Nothing made sense. There was no known predator in the house, and the marks were too small and too smooth to be made from anything of assumable threat. With moderate concern as to the circumstances but no way to uncover the truth, little Harry was imparted to his godfather, Sirius Black, with quiet orders to keep the child from public attention.
And so, the years began to pass.
**** EDITING NOTE****
I'm leaving this chapter up the way it is. This story is undergoing an overhaul and delving deeper into plot and the ripples of what I have done. For current chapter and the upgraded prologue, please consult my AO3 account and PenName- Kyuubi_Wench - and the posting of this story at that site. Sorry for the trouble.
LGLN: CW at AO3 : http://archiveofourown.org/works/1178766
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