Secret Dragon

Sasha frowned. He always looked so frustrated during class, grumbling to himself. He was staring down at a piece of paper, our latest test. Another D. He crumpled the paper and threw it into his bag. “I hate this fucking place,” he whispered under his breath. He sat at a table alone behind us.

My friend Pam hazarded a look. She was a slender lizardfolk with sleek greenish skin. She had a long pretty face. “He’s failed again. I feel bad for him. Maybe he needs a tutor. You could.”

“I don’t know. He seems kind of intense.” I was larger that her. I was Komodo. I’d always been rather sensitive that I was larger than everyone else except other Komodo like me.

“Don’t be judgey Leila. Anyways let’s be partners for the next project.”

“Bet!” I said. Our professor spoke up from her desk.

“Alright class. Go check the list to see who your partner will be for the next assignment. Then join tables.”

Of course. Me and Pam rolled out eyes and laughed. “Or not,” she said, hunching her shoulders.

I glanced at Sasha. He just rubbed his furrowed scaly brow but didn’t bother to get up. I left mine with Pam.

I stood in a small line waiting to see the list on my way out the door.

“Leila and Sasha! Heh heh, good luck smarty pants!” I pushed Jonah’s arm. He was a greenish lizardfolk with big green eyes.

“Don’t be an ass. We will be fine.”

“He’s the worst student in class. Even you can’t work your magic on that.”

I folded my arms and watched Jonah walk back to his seat. Pam looked at me. “So about that tutoring then?”

I groaned. “He doesn’t even need tutoring,” I said under my breath. Even so, I could not afford to fail an assignment.

I stalked back to my seat and grabbed my things. Then went to Sasha’s table. We had never interacted before this moment. His skin was red and scaly. He wore a long sleeve jacket.

“Hi partner!” I said trying to be chipper. He glanced at me, his brow raised skeptically.

“Hi,” he said as quietly as he possibly could. His voice! It was deep with a curious rumble underneath. He didn’t speak to anyone, and never spoke during class, so I was a bit taken aback by it. “Smartest girl in class huh. Well I’m sorry you have to get me for a partner,” he whispered, a bit bitterly.

“U-uhm… no don’t say that. We’ll be just fine. So, right. We should decide on our topic for our documentary.”

He looked exasperated. “I know. I’ve thought about it. If you don’t mind?” He gestured toward the seat next to him. I was surprised he actually had an idea. I smiled and sat down. Hey, it wouldn’t be so bad if he was looking forward to it.

We all were told that Sasha was a lizardfolk like us, as that is what the story was when he transferred. But we assumed it was a cover because of his dad’s job as an ambassador.

I had my doubts about his lineage as well of course.

He was a big guy, and much more slow and deliberate with his movements than any of my fellow lizardfolk friends, regardless of their lizard ancestry. Some were extremely skittish, and others were a bit more regular speed. I was slower but not like him.

Now sitting next to him up close, I could see more aspects of his appearance. His teeth were thicker and sharp. His jaw strong. Even though he wore long sleeves—always now that I thought of it— I saw beautiful scales underneath on his wrist. He tugged his sleeve down, hiding them. He claws were similarly thick. They were like obsidian. They shone in the light.

I’d never met a lizard folk with scales like that. Sasha was always intense. But now, looking at his notebook, he seemed more subdued. He flipped through the pages.

He leaned over and pushed it toward me. “These are some ideas I wrote down over the week. They’re all kind of similar…” he said enthusiastically. Now that he was closer and speaking at a normal volume, I could hear that rumble underneath again, like a motorbike almost. A strange intense heat wafted from his mouth almost across the page. I moved my hand, and that made him clamp his mouth shut. “Shit…” he whispered through his teeth. That heat sealed the deal.

“Don’t say anything,” he pleaded.

“I won’t!” I said. He was searching my face, probably to determine if I was telling the truth. His eyes were green, the slit pupils ringed in green. He relaxed. “Thanks. We can talk about it if you like. It’s complicated.”

“Uh huh…” I said, dazed.

I must have been staring hard because I heard my phone vibrate. Shaking my head from my reverie, I saw that I’d gotten a text. It was from Pam. OMG GRL Close your mouth! Ur basically drooling!

“Fuck!” I whispered, putting my phone down. I wiped my lower lip.

Sasha glanced over. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing!” I said a bit too quickly. I quickly texted back while professors back was turned. OMG He’s like… idk. Fuck!

I had not idea what to say. He just raised raised his eyebrow and chuckled under his breath.

Damn he’s got you like that?? Pam texted.

Yes. His voice is so deep!

I saw my professor turning toward us so I pushed my phone away. “Right soooo. Ideas. Which do you want to do the most? I’m game for any of them.”

He inclined his head toward the page and tapped it. “This one. The True Life of Dragons.”

“Cool. What’s the gist?” I asked, taking out my notebook.

He lowered his voice. “We aren’t like what these books say. None of it is true. It is appalling and downright offensive some of the things we learn here. Dragontongue is much worse. As a native speaker, no one speaks that way. It is so robotic. It lacks any nuance at all.”

My eyes widened. “I wondered about that. Everyone knows about your grades. But you have near perfect grades in everything else.”

He sighed, heat gently rolling from his mouth. “I answer honestly, but get marked down because it does not line up with this horrible curriculum. I refuse to answer with untruths. Of course no one here knows. You wouldn’t know.”

I looked down in guilt. “Well I’m Komodo, and my ancestors are from Lyfax so I’ve known of a lot of the discrepancies. But I learned this version to get good grades. I’m studying abroad there soon.”

He smiled. “I knew it. I’m from Lyfax.”

“I know. We all know; your dad is to be ambassador but no one has seen him yet. And we weren’t certain about whether you were dragonfolk or not. Lyfax is diverse place.”

“Yeah it is. Sometimes people can be a bit funny about us dragonfolk. But…well the cat’s out of the bag already. I did not know people suspected.” He twirled a pencil in his hand. “So what do you think of this idea?”

I thought about it. How fitting it would be to document actual dragonfolk instead of the sanitized history we learned. It would certainly make a splash and shut up a lot of people about him.

“Okay,” I agreed. It was a gamble but an intriguing one. “Why hide it then? That you’re dragonfolk?”

He smiled. “I suppose you’re right if everyone knows already.”

He removed his jacket for once, revealing his large arms with sleek reddish scales. I place my clawed hand to my chest. My voice caught. Pam turned around to whisper something to me, but she stopped, shocked. She spun back around.

“Okay partner. We better get to work then,” he rumbled. “I’ve been looking forward to working with you anyway,” he laughed.

My phone buzzed. Ur in trouble

I was in trouble. But I was looking forward to it.

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You wind up friends. Jim is a good dude, so when you’re hanging out one day, you just kinda blurt it out.

“Jim, you do know… that you’re a dragon, right?”

“I know, I know!” He’s sighing, rolling his eyes and looking pained. “Look, I was raised by humans, okay? I guess I was supposed to be some kind of pet, but my mom… well, they couldn’t have kids, and I became their kid. Maybe they didn’t know that we could talk? But honestly, the first time I spoke, my dad was filming, and you should see her face. She lights up in a way I can hardly describe. She’s the best mom ever, and she wants me to learn about dragonology and my history and whatev, so here I am. I don’t even really care that much, but it’s super important to her. I mean, the connection I have with the human community is pretty unique, and maybe someday I can utilise it to try to make reparations between our cultures.”

“Reparations? What do you mean?”

“Oh…. Yeah. I forget, it’s buried pretty deep among the stuff we get taught. But the humans screwed us over pretty good. Hiccup and toothless made it look good for the movies, but dragons were enslaved, man. It wasn’t cool. And when we fought back, they called it mutiny or whatever. In reality, they were asking younger and younger dragons to work, to be pets for their kids, which really means getting beaten up and not reacting. Or being beaten by the adults because they defends themselves from the kids. That’s not something I’m gonna subject my kids to - hells no. That’s why I’m kinda failing class, though. My assignments don’t match up with the curriculum - I’m telling the truth.”

It takes a while for all of this to sink in.

“But… if you were raised human - sorry, raised BY humans, my bad - and your mom wants you taking this class to learn the history, how do you know the alternative stuff?”

A glint appears in Jim’s eyes and they appear slightly shifty for the first time.

“I… uh… did some of my own research, you could say.”

[EU] HARRY POTTER

Charlie Weasley. Keeping this journal for fun, why not.

Day 1

"Not a Dragon, no." Herkson replied to my accusation. "I'm... how do I put it? Right. Well, the thing is that non-magical folk have been using the fundamental realities of the universe to help them, and have recently found ways to see past the Veil. I'm a scout from the only magical government to keep up with the non-magical's society and figure out how bad the failure would be when, not if, the Veil Failure occurs."

I snorted. That was preposterous. Muggles, doing anything more than farming? What was this guy thinking.

Herkson looked serious. "The Canadian Magical Governance Agency is going to try to break it to society that magic is real. But this is more pressing. You guys have a hard enough time staying hidden when they aren't looking for you. Image eight billion people combing the world for you.

"Oh, and also: I took dragonology back in Canada. Your course lesson is completely backwards. For example, and hear me out now, dragons are sapient."

I laughed. This was getting crazy enough for me to scoff at it, and my reputation was already something to behold.

Herkson simply strolled out the door. "When the military comes, don't underestimate their guns." Then he was gone.

Day 18

I think I lost them.

When they came to Romania, I thought that it was a prank. Then they tried to arrest us. We opened fire, and they responded with those guns. I... I can still hear the sound they made. Global war against reality warpers, or whatever. The CMGA got out mostly unscathed, the moment the first reports landed on non-magical desks worldwide they already knew about the Veil Failure and came clean. Some policy thing about crime and fraud or another, I'm no politician, and they're fine.

Still, there's a team of the guys with guns on my trail. Were. I cast an illusion spell over myself and hid in a tree, they passed right under me. One of them looked at me with those black goggles, but I think they didn't notice me.

Day 21

No, no, no! They got me. When I came down, they sprang a trap. There was a ping and then fire all around. I woke up in a hospital, where they healed me using their own magic. Science, they called it. Workings of the universe. I should have taken Herkson seriously.

Day 34

Herkson visited me today. Said that as he was responsible for writing the report on Romania, he was the de-facto representative of the region, given that the CMGA got inducted into the Canadian government.

He said that he was sorry for not doing more. Around a million wizards are dead worldwide, and another fourteen million have been captured. Basically everyone with magical powers is currently under observation, and every magical government there is (excluding the CMGA) has been charged with every type of crime there is, Fraud, tax fraud, sales fraud, money laundering, murder, and more.

I regret everything. Why couldn't I have an open mind?

Day 48

So, the Dragonic Coalition is a thing, and they managed to get away from court without too many penalties. All of the dragons that burnt villages in ages past are dead of old age anyway. The dragons got assigned bodies that they can Transfigure into, IDs, and citizenship. That's it. And I am here in this hospital.

Day 108

Got out of the hospital today, right into prison for opening fire on government authorities. Who am I kidding. I just want to see Ron again.

Day 112

The family came to visit. Percy is caught up with the ministry, but Dad got away because of his position in writing laws. I'm so happy they're safe. Bill is fine, but couldn't come because every last wizard wants to withdraw their money.

Day 136

I signed a contract about the use of magic recently and got let go on 'probation,' which is essentially they trail me where I go. Moved back home to the Burrow immediately, and I'm just waiting here. Apparently, this would have gone faster but the CMGA is swamped representing people in court cases. I saw Herkson, the guy looked like he hadn't slept since we last met. I wouldn't be surpised if he hadn't.

Still. Welcome to the Muggle world, I guess.

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