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Dragons Heritage	By : Doragonkage Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 50297 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the Dracken concept, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling

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31st of July had been a surprisingly uneventful day at number four, Privet Drive much like any other really, the Dursley family had left in the morning and returned late in the afternoon from a shopping trip for their only son Dudley, a boy who had a distinct resemblance to that of a pig lifted on its hind legs and dressed in clothes one size too small to really show off those features, but one couldn't blame the boy for his looks considering his parents.

The woman, a tall and slim figure of one with a long face and an over-worked hair, and the man who was, at the very least, twice, if not thrice, the size of the woman, small pig-like eyes stuck somewhere in that puffy face of his that held a constant red hue at all times, and as one would have it at such a respected neighbourhood they were all dressed well in expensive clothing, they drove a fine vehicle and their house and yard was well kept, truly a jewel among its kind.

What very few, if anybody at all, did not know that most of the work was done by a young boy, no not the well fed one, but another, a boy with black hair, broken glasses and a slight figure and the brightest pair of emerald green eyes you could find on the earth. It was he who kept the yard in order, plucked out the weeds from the flowerbeds, cut the grass and gathered up the fallen leaves, and all of it was done by hand, of course the family wouldn't let a freak like him use the fancy tools from the shed to ease up the labor.

If there was no yard work to be done, or even if there was really, then the inside of the house was to be made spotless from ceiling to floor and in-between. While nobody would actually think that having to do all of that, and an assortment of random tasks day in and day out every single day, it was the fact that the family itself was gone for the majority of the day, leaving the raven-haired boy alone with his tasks, something he would be grateful for, if he didn't despise them so very deeply.

From sunrise to sunset he cleaned and organised, making sure everything was in order before they got home, and by the time they did the ravenette was holed up in his room, just to be on the safe-side of not being handed anything else to do, or worse giving them an excuse to actually find something to punish him for, out of sight, out of mind as they say.

He heard them bustling about downstairs, so far so good least they were well into ignoring his very existence, which worked for him just fine, he could stash away the few pieces of food he'd stolen from the kitchen, just incase they decided to check in on him, not that they would, they never did, and why would they? Wouldn't they be better off if he wasn't here spoiling their perfect little lives.

From those dark thoughts he was dragged away by the sound of someone coming up the stairs, someone heavy-built, and in this household it meant one of two, and the smaller one rarely bothered coming with the ravenette, but these heavy steps kept approaching, slow and steady.

The slight sound of huffing could be heard from the being in question, and the closer they got the more the ravenette tried to melt into the makeshift bed he had, and as the steps stopped right behind his door, he held his breath, watching keenly at the door, waiting for it to open to new labours and terrors.

With his breath held the ravenette watched, and listened as the doorknob was grabbed and turned, and in a moment that felt like an eternity the door opened up to reveal the puffy figure of Vernon Dursley clad in his designer suit, looking as puffy and red as ever, those beady eyes of his looking at the boy on the bed.

"You didn't break anything while we were gone, did you boy?” The man said in a tone that spoke volumes of how little he wanted to be there, talking, little alone looking at the freak of a boy. Shaking his head in a quick reply, only to swallow a lump in his throat at the huff that Vernon let out, seemingly unsatisfied with his. Reply, so eh let out his break and spoke.

"N-no sir...everything is there where it belongs, sir."The boy said, his voice hiding behind the tremors of fright that tried to bubble to the surface.

Without a word more Vernon shut the door and locked it with all six padlocks and went back downstairs, leaving the boy to sigh out and relax onto his bed, he hadn't been brought a meal now, not that it was anything new, but at the very least he had been left relatively alone so the ravenette dug out his stash of stolen food, a piece of bread, a pair of cookies, an apple and a small carton of juice, he'd have to figure out how to dispose of the carton later, right now he just glanced at his window and sighed, the bars barring his way out a cruel reminder of a freedom he couldn't have, not while he was forced to live here.

With another sigh the ravenette looked down at his petty meal and somehow managed to tug a smile onto his face.

"Well Harry...tomorrow's your birthday, so happy early birthday, just two more to go and you can get out of here for good."He said softly to himself before he dug in, eating fast and with as little chewing as he could, just in-case the people downstairs had some new and oh so urgent task for him to do right then and there. Yes this was the everyday life of Harry Potter when Hogwarts was out for the summer.

With a bellyful and feeling somewhat content, seeing how nobody came up in the two hours after Vernon had made his check-up that he was still there, much to the pig mans growing agitation.

Harry had his arms crossed beneath his head, laying on the rickety bed, feeling the solid wood beneath his back through the thin futon he had been handed out, he simply looked at the ceiling and counted, for the twentieth time then, the branch-spots in the wooden ceiling, and that is how he fell asleep, still wearing the clothes from the day and his glasses, well it wouldn't be the first, nor the last time that happened.

It was far into the night that Harry woke-up suddenly, his entire body was covered thinly in sweat, his heart was beating in his breast like a caged, frightened bird trying to break free of its confines and he instinctively brought up his left hand to press against the hammering organ, only to jolt as he felt a stabbing pain there.

Glancing down harry noticed blood trickling and darkening his shirt around his fingertips and carefully pulling his hand free he let out a small, shocked gasp. Crowning his fingers were no longer nails, but inch and a half long claws that curved very lightly towards his palm, probably to ensure a good rending if ever swept along soft flesh.

The next surprise came in the form of a realization, one he was most glad of, his glasses had long since fallen from his face, yet he could see well, hell, even better than he ever had with those things on to begin with. Letting his eyes roam along his hand, taking int he detail with morbid fascination, only to gasp again as the skin on his fingers, the back of his hand and a little along the wrist flaked away to leave behind pristine, white scales, combined with the claws they looked like gloves really, if not for the tingling sensation all over.

With a sudden jolt of pain at his back harry sat up and bit his lower lip to remain silent, he rather not have the Durleys bursting in here to witness the freak morphing into...something.

The pain at his back kept going, and he could swear that he felt something move beneath the skin there as it rubbed against the shirt he wore. Panting heavily and leaning forward, grabbing hold of the futon, or more so ripping at it with his claws Harry let out soft grunts and whines as he felt, and heard the skin at his back splitting as something pushed out of his back straining against the shirt, and whatever it was sure as hell was sensitive as it strained the fabric.

Groaning low Harry tugged his hands from the futon he was on and shook away the bits that clung to his claws in favour of gripping and ripping at his shirt to get it off. With a muffled cry of painful relief he felt the shirt rip away and off of him.

Eyes screwed shut tight, chest heaving with each heavy breath he drew the boy took his time to find his right mind again before he would inspect what had shot out from his back. Hesitantly he opened his eyes, and blinked a few times as they adjusted to the dimness of the room and as they did, what he saw blew the breath right out of him. Arching along the walls were a pair of wings covered in white scales along the arch of the wing and along to his back, which he was certain was also covered nicely in scales, but unlike the scales on his hands, the ones that were on his wings were far more prominent, individual in a way, even as they held the same unspoiled white of the ones on his hands.

With a lot of concentration and effort Harry managed to bend his wings enough to bring them closer to touch, a small shiver running through his body as he did, so sensitive, yet so sturdy by the looks of it. Letting his eyes roam about his figure he glanced at his feet, only to discover his toes held same kind of claws as his fingers did, only somewhat shorter, but sturdier, and the scales covered the top of his foot and toes and reached about halfway along his shin and calf, leaving only the bottoms of his feet bare of scales as far as he knew.

Looking at himself the best he could Harry wondered what had happened really, besides gaining all of these...attributes that is, why it happened and what was he? If it was an illness or not, not that he cared, he felt great, like he could take on ten Voldemort's at once and still not break a sweat, so invigorated and full of energy, it was a shame he was locked up in this...Box of a room really, he was itching to spread his wings out to their fullest as he soared on the night sky without destination.

The next sensation had Harry groaning out in pain again as a feeling pressure and discomfort radiated from his mouth, and since biting down onto his lip only made it worse, he brought his hands to cover his mouth to a void crying out too loudly. His gums felt like they were on fire, they throbbed and itched in a way that had the brunette kicking his legs and flexing his wings a little, but eventually the pain faded away, leaving his mouth feeling awfully full and wet and with a quick spit on the floor he opened his jaws and let his tongue skid along his teeth.

Stopping at the first corner tooth, feeling it along, it seemed that to accompany his predatory claws, he had four fangs to match, long, curvy and sharp, an other thing to occupy himself in wonder for a while longer.

As the night went along and morning began to creep on him, Harry got up on his feet and stretched his back, groaning softly as his entire body protested any sort of movement, his joints feeling stiff and achy, but he had to get up and figure out how he could hide all of this, he couldn't do anything around the house like this, and if the Dursleys barged into the room and saw him like this, there would be hell to pay.

So the remains of the night he tried figuring out how, and the closer the eventual time of awakening came, the more panicked Harry became, pacing about his room with his wings folded tight against his back to save some space, gnawing on his lower lip in worry, cutting said lip several times on his new fangs, but he ignored it and tried to focus for the hundredth time that night to will away something, anything from his features.

Eyes screwed shut tight, brows knitting together in a concentrated frown he focused and gathered up his willpower to shove it aside.

When a tingling sensation came from his fingers and toes harry opened his eyes again and looked, and to his everlasting joy, found that his hands and feet were back to normal without a trace of scale or claw left.

From then on it was slow going to get his fangs back and eventually his wings, the only thing he didn't get rid of, however, was his eyesight, he liked the ability to see without the aid of glasses, so he left that to show, just hoping that his eyes didn't look reptilian or something, but he'd see about that when the Dursleys woke up in the morning.

Feeling exhausted like never before, Harry slumped down onto his bed and sprawled out, groaning softly to himself.

"What a birthday gift..."He mused to himself quietly as he closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, a smile set on his lips as he dozed off soon after.
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