In the mirror you see your body, and you back away from it slightly. From your back are a pair of wings, shaped like a bats and much like Rubys. They are dark as the night sky, a leathery material with claw-like black bones holding it to your shoulderblades. Near the ends they grow sharp as knifes, clearly usable in battle. Your arms that fade from (s/c) to ebony at the elbow make their way to your head, where black horns sprout from your temples and spiral outwards, looking rather like the star of the muggle movie 'Maleficent' only darker. Your slit yellow eyes scan your wings, which must be ten feet in length, as you frantically figure out what has happened to you.
Your curse had kicked in, and you were quickly reminded of it as you hear Hermione scream. Your head whips over, and you see the troll bringing his club down at her head. You dive in front of her, covering both of your bodies with your now leather covered back. His club slams down on your coal wings, and it bounces off with no harm to you. So, they're like sheilds then. Good to know!
You turn, flying into the air with heavy motions. The wind beats down on the troll as your wings beat back and forth, forcing the air towards the monster and propelling you. It was strange, it felt like an instinct to fly. The hatred for the troll grows in your chest as you let out a battle cry, but its not the only thing that comes from your mouth.
Flames flick from your lips, sizzling your tongue and producing a strange sensation. Your hot breath sears the creatures skin, and it backs away. You fly at it, barreling forwards. You throw your hand across its chest, your pitch-black claws slicing its skin. You see your wand nearby, and you run and dive at it, your now colorless skin contrasting the ivory tone. You scream at the beast as you flick your wrist.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Its club floats into the air, and you allow the spell to fade away as it drops onto his head. He tumbles to the ground, clearly knocked out with slimy green blood leaking from his chest.
Your breath grows heavy as you look at the womens bathroom in shambles, dust falling from the ceiling. You fall to the ground, exhausted from the sudden adrenaline rush. As you catch your breath, you look to a shocked Hermione as you give her a smile, which must have looked menacing with your current appearance.
"O-oh my goodness!"
Your horned head tilts up at the new voice, and your mouth hangs open. McGonagall, Snape, Quirrell, Harry, Ron, and Draco all stare down at you and the fallen troll. Their eyes shift from the unconcious creature to you, clearly more surprised by your metamorphosis.
"(Y/N)?" Harry asks, softly stepping forward. You become calm at this, seeing the comforting vision of your brother. You smile despreately, collapsing to the ground as your horns and wings retract into your skin, your hands return to their natural color and your fingernails shrink, your eyes and teeth returning to normal. You pass out on the ground, not able to see Draco get to your unconscious body before Harry does, both boys fretting for your well being.
*Time Skip*
Your eyes flutter open, and you find yourself on an unfamiliar twin bed with a light blanket draped over you. You groan, sitting up in bed. Your (e/c) eyes flit around the room, and you identify the hospital wing as your resting place. Though your back aches, you dont feel any major injuries.
"Dratheum?"
You look up, seeing Malfoy and Potter sitting on the bed nearby and staring at your concious form. You smile at them with smooth teeth, no longer pointed. Harry runs at you, wrapping you in a hug.
"Oh my god, (Y/N)! Youre alright!" He cries, holding you tight. You laugh at this, and from over his shoulder you see a cross armed Draco mumbling 'Finally...' He does it with a rude tone, but you can hear the concern laced in his words. Harry pulls back, and you see a tall figure approaching.
"Headmaster Dumbledore!" You say, sitting up straighter. He smiles kindly at you, then looks over at the two boys.
"Thank you, Mister Potter and Mister Malfoy, Ill take it from here." The boys nod, though you see Draco hesitate before he leaves. You stand with the help of Dumbledore, and he walks with you back to your dorm.
"I assume that was the curse on my family, you spoke of?" You ask, sarcastic as it was obvious. He simply nods, and you see the many people glancing at you and whispering as you pass with the headmaster.
"Word travels fast, as you can see." Albus says, you trailing behind him as you nearly trip on his grey robe. You nod, and you sigh as you realize you would either be the cool kid or the weird kid to everyone.
"What....what is my wands core?" You ask, remembering the constant question in your mind. You see a fault in the headmasters steps as he continued forward.
"I assume you have every right to know...." He trails off, shaking his head. "When Meredith banished the Leviathen, she not only took back its egg, but also a fang from its mouth. Your wand is not yew, (Y/N). It is the spiral fang of the dragon." You cringe at the thought of having held the dragons tooth this whole time, but Albus notices and chuckles.
"Worry not, the hilt is made of a carved moonstone, not bone." You sigh in relief as you approach the doorway to your quarters, and Albus slows to a stop.
"H-how often will that happen?" You ask, thinking of the wonderful rush it was to be a hybrid, but also your uncontrollabe rage. Could you have possibly hurt Hermione?
"Never, not unless you grow outraged....or if you learn to control it." You turn, but Dumbledore is already gone.
Control it? How could you possibly control your morphing? You would think more on it, but when you spot the Slytherin Quidditch team, you rush into your room.
Today's Harrys first game!
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The Sorcerers Stone//Draco X Reader
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) and Harry Potter; The children who lived. Not long after the two were born, their parents were tragically killed, but they hadnt known who by. Being that (Y/N) had no other family, she and Harry were placed with his extended family, the...
