Hollow Thunder, Vital Lightning

Swan Song

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle

Genre: Drama, Romance, Fantasy, Action/Adventure

Summary: Life after Voldemort is ideal and perfect for everyone except the one who made it possible. Unbelievably bored and unhappy, Harry performs a spell that will take him to an alternate universe where he can be happiest with Voldemort. Even he hadn't expected the outcomes or how the spell would misinterpret his desires.

Warnings: slash; AU; Slytherin!Harry; Dark!Harry (sorta)...and another one I took out that you will have to figure out for yourself; it's kind of crucial to the plot so I can't tell you!

Spoilers: Compliant with first five books and includes information from six and seven.

Disclaimer: I just had the craziest thought: Harry Potter belongs to me. See, told you it was crazy. Sorry, I haven't had my pills today; I'm told Harry Potter is actually property of J.K. Rowling.

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"HTVL" - English, or other human languages

HTVL - Thoughts, Spells, Special Text (titles and such)

"HTVL" - Parseltongue, Incanted Spells, or a language within a language

HTVL - Parselmagic (spells and the language in writing)

Chapter 8: Swan Song

Here he was again—practicing his Drake form for the third day in a row in the Forbidden Forest. His research from earlier in October yielded great success because now that he knew what type of Drake he was, he was doing much better in mastering his form.

Hadrian had found out he was a Grecian Drake, which were typically known to be quite different from the others. (Great, again he was different from everyone else.) The Grecian Drakes had also been the first ones to supposedly become extinct so not much was known about them. The one thing he'd consistently found was that Grecian Drakes were different because where all other Drakes emitted blue fire, their specialty was lightning.

He'd thought it too much of a coincidence to actually be one when he'd read that. He'd even briefly entertained the notion that his scar influenced the type of Drake he was but that had quickly been discarded at the absurdity of it; something like that couldn't possibly have had any influence over his form.

Still, though, he wasn't complaining at this unexpected turn of events. He'd found that lightning was much more flexible and had a larger array of possibilities than blue fire. And it happened to be hotter.

Hadrian hoped to begin working on it today as by now he'd gotten the hang of his form enough to be able to move smoothly. He'd been going about it all wrong during the initial practice. The way Drakes and thestrals moved had only one thing in common: they were both extremely fluid (much like him since mastering the Shadows—maybe that had contributed to what kind of animal he would be both times).

Drakes were much like snakes with wings. They were exceptionally fast, to the extent that he could travel a distance of over a hundred feet in the blink of an eye. When he didn't intend to fly, he sort of slithered and glided across in a way serpents were known to.

He'd gotten the hang of it fairly quickly once he was able to separate the ingrained habits of his old form from his new one. He'd miss his thestral form but the novelty of being a supposedly extinct magical creature was catching up to him as well. Maybe he was even the only Drake Animagus ever! The prospect in itself excited him.

Hadrian shivered under the frigid early morning air and quickly transformed to block it out. Apparently, Drakes liked cool, damp areas so the cold was a delight to him in this form. Sucking in a fresh breath of air, he spread his wings so as to do a couple laps around the clearing before starting on perfecting his lightning abilities.