Dragons speak Parseltongue too, you know

Harry befriends the dragon in the first task, and this makes all the difference. Watch as Harry rebels against the ministry, forms a bond with a dragon the likes of which hasn't been seen in centuries, and goes up against Voldemort! And he might just fall in love along the way... some Dumbles bashing, temporarily bad Ron, and Harry/Hermione/Luna for the pairing!

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8. Guess what's about to hit the Fan!

Harry turned to Ignis, still grinning. "So, what happens now?"

Ignis rolled her eyes at the youngling standing before her. "Now you continue life as you have been living it… with a few small changes.

"Like?"

"As I said before, you will experience changes. Our blood has fused, so you will likely become completely fire resistant in the near future, that is, if you are not already. All dragons shall recognize you as a friend, and none other than oathbreakers shall attempt to harm you. Your skin will harden against attacks, you will have far superior endurance compared to what you had before, and other than that, I myself am not may be some other effects, or there may not be; every Dragon Friend it is different."

"Got it." Harry said thoughtfully. "So, how do I prevent the ministry from, you know, locking me in Azkaban and doing who knows what with the egg?"

"Merely mention the bond, your ministry's special ones, Unthinkables or something like that, should recognize the bond. And, if they don't, the ragged Keeper with brown fur who is always around the Keeper with red fur should be able to tell them. Oh, and what is this 'Azkabibble' that you speak of?"

Harry inwardly snorted at both her description of Fnord and Charlie and her fails at pronouncing 'Unspeakables' and 'Azkaban'. "I think you mean Unspeakables. Azkaban is the wizarding prison. It's an awful place to be, it's guarded by dementors."

"Dementors?"

Harry wracked his brain for a name that she would know. "When we were learning about them last year, I think my professor mentioned that they were once called Ring Wraiths, or something to that effect."

Ignis gasped. "Ring Wraiths!? Does your ministry not realize that the Wraiths will feed on whoever they can?"

"Yeah," Harry laughed uncomfortably. "I know what you mean. About 100 of them swarmed me and my godfather last year."

Ignis just stared at him for several moments. Finally, she said "You and I are going to have a very long talk later regarding your 'adventures'."

Harry involuntarily shivered and looked around. Ignis had sounded scarily like Hermione for a moment there.

"Incendio Maxima. Frigida ad Tactum." Harry cast tiredly, yet again. He had been with Ignis for hours as she had forced him to basically give her his entire life story. Then she had forced him to learn the charm to keep the egg at a suitable temperature, and the charm that would allow others to touch the egg without, you know, burning their hands off. Fortunately, the bond allowed him to touch the egg without being burned, but the same could not be said for his friends... or his clothes.

Harry started at the sound of the dinner bell ringing in the distance. 'Saved by the bell.' He thought wryly as he picked up the egg and stood up. "Ignis." He called softly to the now sleeping dragon.

Said dragon lazily opened one eye at him. "What?"

"It's dinner time. I've got to go."

"Alright, but remember how to handle your ministry."

"Don't worry, I will. I'll try to come back tomorrow or next week."

Ignis merely grunted in reply as she went back to sleep. Harry just smiled and shook his head as he walked towards the castle.

Harry went over everything he had to do in his head as he was walking. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice he was at the doors to the Great Hall until the yelling and laughter alerted him to his surroundings.

He took a deep breath to compose himself and started when he realized that the egg was... humming? No, it wasn't humming exactly, it was more like it was giving off a warm and soothing, almost comforting feeling. Harry blinked in shock as he realized that the egg must have recognized his anxiety and was doing its best to quell it. He smiled down at the egg in appreciation, and somehow knew that it understood. "Well, little one," He said simply, "I guess this is it." And with that, he pushed open the doors.

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