Jeremy let his body fall ungracefully onto the ground as he felt his wings shrinking and shifting. His claws shortened until they were normal nails on his now-human hands. He gasped as his bones readjusted painfully, the crackles and snaps as they broke multiple times to fit the new form properly.
Transforming was never a fun thing to do, but it was necessary. He had learned early on that it was easier on his body if he healed up in human form. Besides, with the amount of energy he had at the moment, there was no way he was going to be able to stay as a dragon while asleep. Better to get it over with now than to wake up to the pain unexpectedly.
As soon as it was over, the world faded to black as he passed out.
“Are you okay?” A strange voice asked from somewhere far away. It had a musical sort of lilt to it and Jeremy knew he had to be dreaming. He hadn’t heard the voice of another creature in years. Not since he had first chose this place for his home.
It wasn’t until he was shaken did he stir. His eyes opened and the stranger gasped. “A Dragon.” The man breathed in awe.
“Can I help you?” Jeremy growled out, his instincts realizing he could be in danger. He was injured and there was a fae of some sort above him. Touching him.
The man smelled like the woods: like the animals had curled up next to him while laying in a field of plants. But underneath that, he smelled like the fae’s magic and that was almost always a bad scent. Jeremy couldn’t pinpoint which kind the creature in front of him was, only that he was some type of fairy.
“I’m Jack. Sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you. But you’re hurt, aren’t you? Would you let me help?”
Everything instinct inside of him told Jeremy to say no. To lash out before he could get hurt even more.
But there was something about the way the man asked that had him sitting up instead. He rolled his shoulders back to test the pain before hissing. He eyed the stranger warily as the other crouched down next to him. “Jeremy.” He gruffed out.
There was a heavy silence as the man worked before he finally grunted. “This would be easier if you were in Dragon form.” Jack muttered to himself. Jeremy wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear that or not, but he tensed up anyways. The other noticed and pulled his hands back. “Sorry. I’m not sure what I did to hurt you.” He quickly apologized.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just.” And he hesitated. He wasn’t sure how much he wanted to tell the creature, but a different part of him said fuck it. What were the odds that they would ever see each other again? “Shifting takes a lot of out me. And it hurts.”
Jack was silent as he let that sink in. Then he tenderly moved to sit in front of Jeremy. “I’d like to try something. If you’ll allow me.” Again, something urged Jeremy to nod his head in agreement. The fae gave a smile, an odd expression on the perfect face as if he wasn’t used to doing it. Cautiously, the other touched their foreheads together and hummed gently, low in his throat.
It was a soothing sound and Jeremy found his eyes closing on their own. He felt Jack shift in front of him but didn’t reopen his eyes until the music stopped.
Then he realized that Jack hadn’t moved. He had.
He was a dragon now. He reared his head back and stumbled away from the stranger. ‘What did you do to me?!’ A growl formed in his chest as his wings spread out to make him look bigger and more intimidating.
“I have an affinity for animals and animal-based creatures. I simply tried calling the Dragon out gently.” Jack explained with a slight tilt of his head. “It worked. I figured it wouldn’t.” The man admitted. Jeremy snapped his teeth in his direction but the fae didn’t react. “Stop that.” The simple command made Jeremy freeze. “Now sit still and let me take care of you.
His legs folded under him instantly and he was as still as he could be. Every now and then he would flinch away from the pain but he was mostly obedient.
‘Stop that.’ Jeremy said suddenly. He willed his body to react but it took a minute of fighting for it to listen. ‘I know what you’re doing. Stop.’
“Oh? He can fight it already?” The fae muttered under his breath. His eyes were staring deep in Jeremy’s but his gut was telling him to not look. So he stared at the ground instead. “Strong bloodline. Probably powerful. Seems to be quite dumb, though. Possibly alone.” Jack listed off.
“I’m right here.’ The Dragon thought in a huff.
“Oh right, yes.” Did he seriously forget Jeremy could listen to him? Really? It’s kind of hard to forget about a fucking dragon right in front of someone.
“A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours’ time by Mrs. Dursley’s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley…He couldn’t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: “To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!”
inhale flame, exhale purity, let me breathe over that bite i left on your neck. let me beg forgiveness under your skirt. let me find the promised land in the valley between your hips. let me be holy. let me be forgiven.