Hidden Gray

A/N: I’m just trying this out!! I might not continue it. Specially if no one likes it. I just wanted to see if anyone actually thought this would be interesting, I’ve had it swimming around in my head in Challenge! form for a while and have now decided to try it myself! Wish me luck! And Review, or else I’ll just delete the thing and might put up the challenge...

Warnings: SLASH, kinda out of character Harry I guess...(more to be added, maybe)

Disclaimer: Don’t own don’t sue!! I promise to return them in no less than a slightly damaged condition, be it psychologically or physically depends on my mood! *^^* Heh heh!! And the race known as Dragoons are, as far as I know are Dassani’s. She’s another writer on AFF.net but I believe she got the idea from a multitude of places and stuck ‘em all together!


Archiving: Please and thank you just drop me a line and ask, or at least tell me k?!!

Summery: Harry’s a bit more of a Slytherin than most make him out to be, and has some plans of his own for old Voldy and with the help of a mysterious new friend he may just out live even Dumbledor’s wildest dreams...(Au, slash, OOC)

Hidden Gray
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The summer warmth still lingered in the air for a surprisingly long time in Harry’s sixth year at Hogwarts. The winds carried the strange sent of change with it as it flowed over the child prodigy’s face one dark night in the astronomy tower where he sat all alone after a bout of frightful nightmares that had raged world war three across his mind. After about three weeks there at school most of his souvenirs, courtesy of the Dursley’s, had healed and he felt comfortable enough to wear short sleeves. He knew this would bring a smile to his friend’s face for he had been very worried, more so than even Hermione it seemed when he first set eyes on Harry after the long summer holiday.

Speaking of his friend, here he was now. Gliding in like the king of the sky that he was on those leathery wings soft as silk and strong as steel. Pale scales shining softly in the moon light like little diamond shards stretched across tightly packed muscle. As the dragon came closer to the astronomy tower’s window he thrust himself toward it with a hard swipe of his wings and transformed into his human body. Muscle much leaner but still quite strong were covered in moon light skin and pitch black hair so dark that it shined blueish purple. His eyes were a swirl of blues and grays similar to Draco’s but less of a silver and more of a metallic blue. Lips gentlely brushed with chocolate-moca gloss smiled at Harry as those stormy eyes twinkled mysteriously; the silver and rose shadow around them making them stand out even more.

“How do I look?” The lithe boy asked the Gryffindor; posing in his leather pants and loose, tank top, one strap nearly falling off of his slim shoulders and was cut off above a pierced belly button and washboard abs. Under the maroon top was artfully ripped black mesh and his collection of carefully placed tattoos and body piercings that worked beatifully together to make him look both exotically untouchable, and utterly desirable. He was simply sex on legs in Harry’s mind, cliche to no end but by no means false.

The red eyed silver cobra in his navel was a solid recreation of the black one with a white and red black widow spider on it’s hood tattooed to his left hip. Many of his other tattoos held some sort of religious or tribal significance, such as the cross near the corner of his right eye, or the tiger stripes on the back of his neck. There was one, though, on his lower back that Harry had yet to be told the meaning of. It was a lion laying down with another black and red cobra laying entwined with it. They both faced opposite directions and had they’re mouths open, the lion in a roar and snake in a loud hiss. This tattoo was just a normal muggle painting, unlike the snake on the young man’s hip which was enchanted and could talk to Harry.

The shimmer of a new piercing caught Harry’s eye and he examined his friend a bit more closely. There was a new silver bar decorating his ribs along with his nipple rings and the other bars that had already been there in the skin of his ribcage mixed in with his tattoos. A simple movement later and the maroon tan top covered the smooth bar. Harry blinked and looked back to the other’s face. He was smirking at him, lip ring twinkling along with his bright eyes in the soft light. The rings and stud in his eyebrow were old but the lip ring was new and so was that tongue ring, Harry observed as the slightly older boy stuck his tongue out at him and giggled like a school girl, twisting into another pose for him.

Harry smirked back at his friend. “You look great. Of course you always did or should I say do?” he arched an eyebrow at the other who strutted over to him and draped his arms around Harry’s neck grinning.

“Definitely a do, Harry, Little Brother!” The boy grinned, American drawl just as sexy as it had ever been. He pulled away abruptly and plopped backwards into a wooden chair. “So, what’s up?”

“Dumbledore is catching on I think. The old coot constantly watches me. It’s nerve wracking.” Harry growled out the last few words and his friend pouted at his tone.

“So, why not just tell him what’s going on? It’s not like anyone could stop you.” The young man answered tossing his head to one side,uldeulder length hair moving with it.

“Because, Diegara, it will be so much more fun to surprise the snooping old fool.” Harry’s smile was both sadistic and completely evil. Diegara giggled and leaned back holding onto the chair so he wouldn’t fall off.

“Oh! Now that’s rich!! Like Aladin’s fuckin’ lamp! I can’t wait to see the look on his face! I wonder if he’ll have a heart attack or something.” Diegara looked thoughtful, “Or maybe a hemorrhage.”

Harry couldn’t help but laugh. “Who knows. What ever he has I hope it hurts. So, what are Voldemort’s legions up to that I don’t know about already?” He asked a bit more seriously. Diegara composed himself and lay his head in his arms on the back of the chair he sat in.

“Well, he’s gotten all but two of the Black Tribes on his side, but they’re the ones that are more or less history any way so it doesn’t matter. Far as I know he’s not even bothering with them anymore.”

“He’s given up on two tribes? He must be pretty confident in what he’s already got then.” Harry said his surprise barely evident.

“Yep. He’s convinced that he’s won this thang ten fold.” The Dragoon mused, a smirk playing his glossy lips. Harry chuckled at his friend’s childish antics. He couldn’t help but think that the Marauders would be proud of him for finding such a friend as the one who sat before him. After all, a half Dragoon Changeling was a prize to be cherished.

NOTES:
Dragoon- legendary creature thought to be the first animagus and/or lycanthrope race. The classification is widely debated because of it’s odd nature. They can transform mostly at will with no hindrance from lunar or solar cycles from a dragon to a human(commonly ) fo) form. Strong emotions can force a weak Dragoon to change. Normally it must be a feeling of great fear, anxiety or anger, there are a few occasional exceptions.

Changeling- A rare creature that can take on the form and many/most attributes of another creature. They must drink a small amount of blood from whatever they want to become before becoming it, unless it is included in their ‘birth right’. Common cases of this include humans, werewolves(rare), vampires, merefolk, veela(rare), Dragoon(extremely rare), and others.... Only one attribute is passed along automatically, normally that of the other parent since a child is rarely born between two Changelings.(not all children are given the attributes of their Changeling parent and are, in such a case, stuck in the form of the other parent)

**Dragoons and Changelings both live for an extremely long time and have low birth rates.
~The oldest Dragoon was nearly 20000 years old when it finally died of a ‘Broken Heart.’(it’s gonna be explained later, promise!
~The oldest Changeling was only about 17000 years old and also died similarly.