Chapter 1
The night was inky black, shrouded in the thick foliage of an unfamiliar forest. The only sounds were the rustling leaves and distant hoots of nocturnal creatures. A small figure moved through the darkness, stumbling over roots and branches. The air was chilly, and a thin mist clung to the ground.
In the heart of the forest, a boy of no more than three or four years old wandered aimlessly. His clothes were tattered and oversized, hanging loosely on his small frame. Unkempt black hair fell into his emerald-green eyes. The boy seemed lost, and confusion etched across his face.
This was Harry Potter, though the name held no meaning for him. He knew not the warmth of a caring touch or the sound of his own laughter. The boy moved through the trees, his steps hesitant and uncertain.
The snippets of memories haunted him—flashes of angry voices, a car ride that seemed endless, and then the woods. The nightmare gripped him even in his sleep, leaving him with an unshakable sense of abandonment.
In his dreams, he could hear the echoes of harsh words, the cold laughter of those who should have cared. The Dursleys, the only family he had ever known, had taken him on a journey to a place unknown. And there, in the heart of the forest, they left him, like a discarded toy.
Harry woke with a start, sweat clinging to his small forehead. The darkness of the room enveloped him, but he felt a strange sense of relief that it was just a dream—a nightmare that left him with an ache he couldn't understand. “Be calm now, little one.” a voice in the darkness said “I am Eltanin. You are too small to be here on your own. Where are your kin?” the voice Eltanin asked. Harry then said. “I don't have any.” then out of the darkness opened two gigantic yellow eyes. “You are a speaker. Your kind usually cannot understand mine.” “Then why’d you talk to me as if i could if you didnt know?” the small boy asked looking up at the big yellow eyes that seem to meld into the darkness of the night itself “I am a dragon. We dragons know that there are speakers. We try to find them. But do not worry. You are safe now.”
The warmth of the dragon's wings enveloped the boy, who had known no family but the cruel echoes of a past left in shadows. Eltanin's voice, a comforting rumble, resonated within him like a soothing melody echoing in his heart. Pulsating magic, ancient and powerful, weaved around him like a protective cocoon.
"For I will be your mother now," whispered Eltanin. Her voice seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them. "Feel my magic, let it claim you as my own. I have lost too many young. I will not lose another." Magic began to flow from the dragon, and Eltanin spoke to the stars, "As the stars bear witness, I, Eltanin, last of my line with no children to bear it forward, claim this motherless child. Just as he claims this childless mother. May the stars bless this child and hear his name. For he is no longer a child of man but a child of the dragon. Sadr."
Closing his eyes, Sadr surrendered to the embrace of dragon magic. "Claim your name and your right to be a dragon," Eltanin said softly, pressing her snout against the small boy. "My name... I have a name... I am Sadr," the boy declared. He felt the hate of those people in his dreams who called him a boy and a freak, and he let it wash away. For he had a name. And finally, he had a mother.
In that mystical moment, a transformation occurred. The boy who lived his early years in solitude vanished, and in his place emerged Sadr, the son of Eltanin. The dragon's ancient magic melded with him, binding their fates together in the silent communion of a newfound family.
As Sadr opened his eyes, he found himself cradled in the protective wings of Eltanin, the dragon mother who had chosen him. The night sky sparkled with stars, and somewhere among them, the constellation Cygnus, the Northern Cross, held silent vigil over the magical union below.
Sadr marveled at the scales that adorned Eltanin's massive form—black as the depths of the night, shimmering like the cosmic tapestry above. Her eyes, the color of molten gold, reflected wisdom and a love that transcended species.
With each passing moment, Sadr felt the dragon magic infusing his being. He sensed a newfound strength, an awareness that extended beyond the confines of human understanding. The bond between dragon and dragon-child had been forged in the crucible of ancient magic, marking the beginning of a unique and extraordinary tale.
In the heart of the night, under the watchful eyes of the stars, a dragon named Eltanin and a boy reborn as Sadr embraced each other. For both had desired what the other had lost. Now both found what they had needed. Sadr thanks his mother for her love and goes back to sleep. The nightmares that had woken the boy now nowhere in sight
The cavernous dwelling echoed with the sounds of Sadr's movements as he prepared his meal. The flickering light of a small fire danced across the scales that adorned his stomach and arms, shimmering in the dimly lit space. Eltanin observed her son with a maternal pride, her golden eyes reflecting a love that transcended the boundaries of species.
"You have grown much since that night, Sadr, but you are still small. I worry," Eltanin admitted, her voice carrying a mix of concern and affection.
Sadr looked up from his meal preparations, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Is it because I am part man?" he questioned, his gaze meeting Eltanin's.
The great dragon regarded her son with a wisdom that spoke of centuries lived. "No, my child, it is not the man within you that concerns me. It is the fragility of that form. Dragons are resilient, but you are still learning the ways of transformation between your man side and your dragon. High emotions can trigger it, but we must work on mastering the change."
Sadr nodded, acknowledging the truth in Eltanin's words. His human form, a blend of dragon and boy, bore the marks of scales that traced along his stomach, arms, and face. It was a unique combination, a reflection of his dual nature.
"I will learn, Mother. I promise," Sadr said, determination shining in his eyes. Despite the challenges, he embraced the rare gift of transformation that set him apart, a testament to the magical union forged that night under the stars.
Eltanin reached out with a massive, scaled forelimb, gently nuzzling Sadr's cheek. "I have watched you grow, my son, and I am proud. But the world beyond these caverns is vast, and there is much you have yet to experience."
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"Sadr Run! Hide!" Eltanin growled as she made her way to the entrance of their home The cavern, once a haven of warmth and safety, became a battlefield. Eltanin's warning growl sent shivers down Sadr's spine, and in an instant, the tranquility shattered. Harry dropped his food and obeyed his mother's command, seeking refuge behind a large rock.
As Sadr peered from his hiding spot, bits of light struck Eltanin, and she collapsed to the ground. A guttural growl escaped Sadr's throat as he witnessed the strongest dragon he knew, his mother, succumbing to the menace of the men and their sticks.
"Weasley, check for young. I want to know why this Hungarian Horntail's killed so many of our dragon keepers that tried to approach," one of the men commanded. Sadr's heart raced as he listened, his senses heightened.
In a moment of audacity, one of the men approached Sadr's hiding spot having spotted his shifting in the shadows, seemingly oblivious to the danger. "Hey, it's okay..." he reassured, but before he could finish, Sadr leaped from his hiding place, growling menacingly and pinning the intruder to the floor.
The cavern echoed with the man's terrified screams as Sadr, with the instincts of a dragon, unleashed his wings and sharp claws. He tried to channel the dragon within, to be more beast than man in that crucial moment. The air filled with tension as the other men arrived, pointing their sticks at the unusual sight.
"What the fuck is that?! It looks like a kid!" one of the men exclaimed in shock.
Sadr's growls intensified, and he dug his claws into the pinned man's shoulders. "You. No. Belong. You. Hurt. Mother," he uttered in the language of men, a tongue he hadn't spoken since before his transformation.
The man beneath him pleaded, "Shut the fuck up, Mich, before you get me killed! Now back the fuck off!" The others listened, creating a cautious distance.
Sadr stared down at the man in his grasp, his eyes demanding a solution. "Fix. Mother," he demanded.
"I... I can do that. I can fix your mother. I'm Charlie... What's your name?" the man named Charlie stammered.
"Sadr... Mother. No like. Strangers. Go. After you fix," Sadr replied, his voice a deep rumble. He released Charlie, pacing anxiously as the man circled around, attempting to wake Eltanin.
The cavern held its breath, caught between the threat of the men and the fragile hope that Charlie could mend the dragon mother. The fate of their small, unconventional family hung in the balance.
Charlie cautiously approached Eltanin, using the stick to create more light. Sadr, torn between relief and uncertainty, watched as his mother groaned and slowly got up. "Mother!" he called out, his concern evident in his voice.
Eltanin, displaying a mix of motherly worry and dragon fierceness, scolded Sadr, "Sadr, I told you to hide!" The men, now confronted with a dragon communicating with a half-boy, half-dragon creature, shifted nervously.
"I'm sorry... I'll make the men apologize for hurting you Okay? No one else has to get hurt!" Charlie declared, attempting to appease the powerful dragon and her unusual son.
Sadr, bridging the gap between dragon and human, looked at the men with a stern expression. "Say. Sorry. Then go," he demanded in his broken English, a language he had not spoken for years but now used to communicate his expectations.
The men, still in shock from the unexpected turn of events, exchanged uneasy glances. After a moment of hesitation, one of them, likely the same man named Mich from earlier, managed to stammer out an apology. "Uh, sorry, mate. Didn't know she had a kid, or... whatever that is."
Sadr's intense gaze lingered on the men, waiting to ensure they complied. After the reluctant apology, he nodded and growled, signaling them to leave. The men, sensing the potential danger of their situation, retreated hastily, their faces a mix of fear and confusion.
Once the intruders were gone, Eltanin turned her attention to Sadr, her eyes softening. "You shouldn't have confronted them, my son. I can handle such matters on my own."
Sadr, still in a state of protective concern, responded, "Mother, they hurt you. I had to do something."
Eltanin sighed, acknowledging her son's fierce loyalty. "Come, Sadr. We must be cautious. The world beyond our den is not always kind to creatures like us."
Sadr watches out the cavern entrance as the men slowly disappear. "Are we moving?" Sadr asks as he watches his mother. She shook her head "Despite what just happened this is the safest place for us. the magical men have no patience when it comes to other creatures. they will treat anything they cannot understand as animals." Sadr sighs and leans against his mother for her warmth. it had been about 7 winters since that night she made him her son and he still doesn't regret it at all.