Dragons in the Night

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NO LONGER HUMAN

The cold and the pain were the only things that really register within me now. Pain, worse than any of the millions of cruciatus curses that I’ve been unlucky enough to have suffered; cold and the eerie dank and humidity that only came accompanied by a dungeon, this dungeon was all too familiar, for my liking. The loud clank of the bar door, the chink of the chains that stationed the piece of wood that acted as a bed, the dense patch of moss that growing up the wall near the rusty iron pot that served as my toilet.

They almost never came, but when they did they would look, or, the worst of them, would throw garbage or rocks. All this because I finally became the thing my uncle told me I was for sixteen years, a freak. It wasn’t really their fault they caged him up, it was his own. After the huge fire, then and all those I killed, it didn’t surprise him. It was a natural reaction for humans, especially muggles, to fear that which they can’t control.

I scoff as I sit in my cell telling you this. I remember not too long ago when they would have considered me human. The time when I had light skin covering my body, tanned from playing quidditch and doing the slave labor set down by the Dursleys every summer at Privet Drive. Dull slightly off-white teeth decorated my mouth, fingers rounded not at all sharp, eyes a solid emerald green…Stop thinking about that, I tell myself, lest I start to cry, lest they win.

I looked down at my scale covered talons and tell myself for the billionth time that this was all His doing. Yes, I remember all that too. The attack on the school the kidnapping of over half the students of Hogwarts, strangely all being of the Defense Association, I scoff again at the alleged coincidence. I’d even been on of those taken, held for days in cells not so different from the one that holds me now. I remember everyday someone would leave, sometimes they would return like normal, sometimes with deformities, sometimes not at all.

When it was my turn they took me to Voldemort first, he was so kind to explain to me what was going on. How some of the boys would loose their…custom parts in exchange for a more feminine undercarriage. Then, after a violent lesson in the way the new parts worked they would be taken to a ritual room with only a single orb, I remember mine being steel black. Shortly there after, they allowed me to pass out with the help of one or twelve cruciatus curses, only to wake up during a test to see if any of the knowledge from earlier sunk in.

They took me once again front of the evil bastard, and he gloated. “Finally,” He said as his malicious laughter filled the room, “the blood as taken.” I didn’t know what he meant then (though now it’s perfectly clear) but I didn’t care. A blast of fire shook the chamber before I launched myself at him.

Later I found myself alone in the burnt and charred Riddle Manor, blood decorating my clawed hands. There was panic in the beginning; I didn’t know what had happened to me. I went to as many wizarding houses that I could over the nest few days, after every one of those days and every one of those rejections, I grew even more bitter, even more....inhuman. The change in my mind, I was certain, increase the rate of change that my body was inevitably going to take. I was okay with that, until they caught me. Dressed in some old clothes that I had stolen from an unfortunate youth, the police came upon me. My first reaction was a hiss, and then we fought as the forced me into the back seat of the car.

These men weren’t muggles as I had first assumed but some of the few Death Eaters who still lived under the guidance of the ever sadistic Bellatrix Lestrange. For a year I had been on my own killing those who got in my way, stealing what I needed to survive, but still they were able to catch me. There was another skirmish as the dragged me out of the car, tearing some of the fragile membrane on my wings.

They stuck me in a cell, at night men would come to test out my…parts, making sure they weren’t too damaged. When all the free Death Eaters were satisfied with my sexual heath they brought in another like me. He was given a sedative and a drug that made his large cock rather hard. They blinded and gagged me as the made him take me; for a moment I was able to enjoy the knowledge that I wasn’t the only one out there. I was able to enjoy the light scaled body over me trying to make it as painless as possible even though he was dazed by the sedative.

Not long after that day I started to feel my current pain in my lower abdomen, accompanied by a raid by the muggle government who had found out about our world. They were at first fearful of approaching me but soon deemed me harmless and took me to labs were I got to take up residence for another year, my pain the only thing to keep me company. When the men in the white coats figure they knew everything they could about me they sold me, like the beast I was.

I went to the infamous London Zoo, in a mountain like habitat with the open air around me. My wing had healed and when they found that I could fly they put up a net. I knew then that this was not the place for my baby. Yes I said baby, or more like an egg. I was happy when the doctors told me what it was, but now I fear for it. After a tragic incident were an over zealous naturalist tried to free me they stuck in the dank dark whole that I find to be my current “habitat”.

I’ve no idea how long I’ve stayed in here, or how long it took them to forget about feeding me, one day they just stopped. Sometimes they would let the wealthier visitors see me or little kids who wanted to see me for their birthday, I hated them the most (remember the whole garbage thing earlier).

I sit there still, with the cold around me the pain in by body that is little more than a trickle, and the sad knowledge that I may never be able live long enough to raise the child, my child…