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Harry Potter In The Witcher [58]
🕑 Added 2025-08-17 13:48:31 +0000 UTCThe two powerful, elemental streams one of fire, one of ice met in a hissing, steaming vortex between the two dragons, and successfully managed to keep Harry's fiery attack at bay.
Harry cut off his stream of fire as he fully flew past his adversary. He banked hard to the right and quickly moved to continue his relentless attack before the white dragon could try and escape.
The smaller dragon, however, didn't seem to want to try and escape at all. To its credit, it too turned, with a defiant roar, and made to attack, its pride clearly wounded.
Harry shifted his massive body, bringing his huge, razor-sharp claws in front of him, ready to dig into his opponent.
He quickly shot another, shorter stream of fire directly into the dragon's face, forcing it to turn its head away, to flinch, and therefore become unable to properly dodge as Harry, once more, ran into him, digging his sharp, obsidian-like claws deep into the white dragon's side.
The fact that Harry wouldn't let go of the now seriously injured, thrashing dragon forced them both to fall out of the sky, a tangled, roaring mess of black and white scales.
They crashed through the tops of several tall, ancient pine trees before hitting the snowy ground with a deafening, earth-shaking thud.
When they hit the ground, Harry was finally forced to let go, lest he get stuck in a dangerous, rolling tumble with the other, smaller dragon.
He steadied himself and looked at his opponent. The white dragon was injured badly, its pristine, white side now stained a dark, ugly red from the deep claw marks Harry had left in it.
It was struggling to get up as well, showing that one of its legs had been badly injured, probably broken, when they had crash-landed.
Harry, with a slow, deliberate, and undeniably predatory grace, walked over to his defeated opponent.
The white dragon watched him come, its icy-blue eyes still filled with a stubborn, defiant fire, and it tried, with a weak, sputtering hiss, to shoot another stream of ice at him, to force Harry away.
Harry, once more, easily combatted it with a powerful stream of his own black fire, though he enhanced it with his own, considerable magic this time.
The white dragon could not possibly hope to go up against the magically enhanced, impossibly hot fire that Harry was now spewing, and its weak, icy breath was soon, and completely, overwhelmed.
When he heard the white dragon start to roar in genuine, agonizing pain from the intense, searing heat, he finally cut off the stream of fire.
The white dragon's entire head was now blackened and scorched from his flames, and it panted heavily, its once-proud body now limp and defeated on the snowy, broken ground.
Harry reached it and, with a final, dominant gesture, put one of his massive, clawed forefeet firmly on its throat.
He leaned down, his huge, black head inches from the white dragon's own, and roared, a loud, triumphant, and utterly terrifying sound, into the defeated dragon's face, a roar that probably scared all living creatures in a thirty-mile radius far, far away from him.
He saw, with a grim satisfaction, the white dragon flinch, and finally, submit, from his deafening, overpowering roar.
Harry looked deep into the creature's intelligent, now-fearful eyes. Dragons, he knew, didn't really form into packs or hierarchies of any kind, but they, even the proud, solitary dragons of this world, could be forced, through overwhelming, undeniable power, to submit to a much stronger opponent.
And once they had truly submitted, Harry could then, with his own unique, powerful magic, reach into their minds and magically, almost permanently, cement a deep, primal loyalty to him, a loyalty based off of their own, deeply ingrained draconic instincts of power and dominance.
He had gotten the idea from the ancient legends of his own world, about how the great wizard Merlin had supposedly "tamed" a dragon.
He had, of course, tweaked and refined the concept over the long, lonely years, and had made a way for himself to use it, dragon-to-dragon.
It was, after all, much easier for a proud, powerful creature like a dragon to think it was submitting to another, even more powerful dragon, as its considerable pride would be a lot harder to get around if it thought a puny, insignificant human had somehow managed to beat it.
When Harry had finished the complex, magical submission of the creature, he morphed back into his familiar, and far less intimidating, human form.
The white dragon, now lying quietly on the ground, looked confused for a moment, and then weakly gave him a few, tentative sniffs, before confirming, with a low, rumbling growl, that he was, indeed, still the same, overwhelmingly powerful creature that had just so thoroughly defeated it.
Harry smirked as he moved to start healing the white dragon's considerable wounds. The dragon didn't try anything, didn't even flinch, as it felt the warm, soothing glow of Harry's powerful, life-giving magic reach out and begin to knit its torn flesh and mend its broken bones.
It took close to fifteen minutes of intense, focused magical healing to fully heal the dragon to his own, admittedly very high, satisfaction.
The dragon moved, and then weakly, but successfully, tried to sit up, which it did, with a new, almost graceful ease. It looked at Harry, and Harry looked right back at the magnificent, now-healed creature.
"I'm not going to give you a name," Harry said, his voice calm and clear in the quiet, snowy forest.
"Despite the fact that your obedience now belongs to me, you will still be you, in a very real sense, so to rename you would be an insult to your own identity."
The dragon showed no outward sign that it had understood him, but Harry knew that it had, because he had also, as part of the submission process, magically connected their minds, so that he could, from now on, communicate with it, and all his other future draconic allies, telepathically.
"You have no way of knowing this," Harry continued, almost talking to himself now, as he gently stroked the dragon's now-smooth, unblemished white scales, "but you, my friend, will be my first, crucial step to achieving the greatest, most powerful fighting force this world has ever seen. You, and some of your other, equally magnificent brethren, that is. I have a feeling," he added, a grim, determined look on his face, "that I am going to need more than just a few of you to finally get that bastard, Emhyr, to back off, and to leave Ciri alone, for good."
The white dragon growled, a low, deep, menacing sound at the name, already picking up on its new master's intense, burning dislike for this "Emhyr."
Harry smirked, a wide, predatory grin spreading across his face. "Heh," he said, looking out at the vast, frozen, and now-conquered wilderness. "Let's go build an empire."
