Scorched
Some major adjustments have been made!
Draco is FTM Transgender and Albino (lack of color pigmentation, look it up)
Fred and George both have heterochromia (different colored eyes, one green one brown)
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I don’t have a confirmed design of Draco’s dragon form yet so you’re free to imagine how he looks like, images of designs that I think would fit him can be found on my pinterest board
Also since I am so slow to update I have been thinking about maybe collabing with someone to hurry the story along- if anyone is interested u may contact me via discord (pozerhx) or insta (lowazhx)
Fuck, it's cold.
After what he'd done, Draco had lost control of his senses and taken to the skies in a frantic motion.
He flew south, his wings flapping until they felt like they were going to shred, his joints exhausted and maw dropped open to suck in mouthfuls of air into his scorching lungs.
After an hour or two of flying he decided his destination would be Iceland, as far as he knew it wasn't very populated, but a snowstorm pushed him East, gliding over mountains and hidden villages that looked like small spots from where he was.
And that is how Draco found himself toppled over in a heap of snow. The cold flakes tingled against his scales.
The sky was as white as his hair, the thick amounts of snow falling made it look foggy.
He shuddered and looked around; surrounding him was only naked trees and a glittery blanket of snow. It was difficult to tell what time of day it was.
A circle of light flickered in the distance between the trees obscuring his sight; a small village positioned beneath the mountain he had landed on. The smell of festive food and live prey reached his nostrils even with the distance between him and the source and he flicked a heavy tongue out to rake over his countless sharp fangs.
A feast was a need after a journey so long.
107 muggles dead on scene.
It was a bloody nightmare (quite so literally)
Charlie Weasley had been sent back to investigate the reports of a traveling dragon down south of Norway before passing the border to Sweden, but he had gotten distracted upon his discovery of an empty Muggle village, still burning, with houses thrashed and scorched.
There was not a single survivor found once he had called for backup. Most had been dead for hours, blood still wet with the help from the melting snowflakes, some less fortunate had endured great pains for hours before succumbing to their inevitable fate.
The heavy snowfall made it impossible to search for clues that could lead them in the same direction the dragon had fled to- but there was one small detail that could’ve been so easily overlooked.
About a mile down south, not far from a place called Hagfors, a pair of hunters who were miraculously wizards had encountered a dragon.
They said that the beast had snuck up on them and attempted an ambush while they were out hiking the trails.
The snow made it near impossible to see as the creature was pure white, camouflaging with the environment perfectly but its piercing purple-pink eyes had given it away as it peeked from above a cliff.
Only thing left on the scene aside from the hunters who survived was a splotch of blood from where it had been struck and a few white-turned-red scales buried in the snow.
It fled south.
“White as light,” they said, “young one, I’d say. Not nearly as big as any other dragon ‘round here.”
Charlie wrote down every word that he could understand with that thick accent of theirs.
Species: Dragon
Breed: Unknown
Age: Juvenile - teen
Gender: Unknown
Color: White, possible albino
Aggressive, do not approach!
Charlie sighed as he slammed his notebook shut, his fingers tapping against the dragon-leather of the cover as he stared out into the white pine trees.
At least it won’t be hungry for a while after mutilating an entire village of humans and livestock, however he expected a few more attacks across the country seeing as to how hostile it seemed to be.
His team was stressing to capture this dragon and have it put under control as soon as possible, and it was very likely that they would have to use force to avoid any more casualties. No matter how much Charlie wished to study this possibly brand new specimen he also did not want any of his members marked, after all he was quite fond of them.
Draco had crashed into a dense and quiet forest, the trees shaking and their roots grumbling in protest as Draco's large form failed around- mind you, he was still a dragon, so in no way was he small, more than thrice the size of an adult man, thank you very much.
His endless escape has led him to the brink of exhaustion and had forced him to return to his human form, small and frail compared to what he had been getting used to for the last few months now (he wasn't actually keeping count but he figured it was safe to assume)
Bones aching and his cheeks red as the images flashing in his hazy memory- snowflakes settled on his bare skin without melting, his body temperature shifted drastically.
Draco shuddered and dropped down to his aching knees, inches deep in the innocently white snow, back resting against the trunk of a pine tree.
A singular crow complained loudly above him before flying off.
The cold was chewing away at his body inch by inch, numbing his nerves and making his skin fade to a dangerous blue and greys.
I'm tired.
He thought of transforming back to protect himself from the freezing wind but the mere idea had him groaning in irritation.
He cannot be arsed with this anymore.
Sleep sounded really good at the moment.
As his eyes slid shut a gentle but firm voice nagged at him.
“Birds can't breathe when they sleep in the snow.”
Draco pouted and reluctantly attempted to poke at the dead crow laying in their garden, snow slowly piling atop its dark feathers, beak hung open as it stared blankly at the white sky.
He hadn't understood the meaning of her words at the time. He told himself the bird deserved it.
Why would it sleep in the snow when it could just fly away?
I can't breathe