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A/N: A plot bunny decided there were not enough stories like the one below. It has not been beta'ed. Expect slow updates... Anyhow on with the show!

Edited 6.09.2018: Updated with a beta read version.

She looked down at the scrawny two-leg juvenile. Knocked on his back and staring at her, breathing heavily, reeking of fear. Although… his stench was far less overwhelming than she expected, than she was accustomed to smelling when her prey faced their death; it intrigued her.

He hissed with panic colouring his voice, not unlike the ground dwelling, legless prey she'd snapped up a few times when she was younger. What was more, she could almost make out a few of his warped words. Curiouser and curiouser.

And his smell - besides the fear - was unlike anything she encountered so far during her short freedom…It was subtly changing all the time. Obviously, the scent was primarily, at first, at least, small-pinkish-hairless-two legs; but there was also something that reminded her of herself and her long dead sibling. yet...

She leaned in closer sniffing deeply, brushing her muzzle across his body. He stiffened at the first contact; if she could, she would have chuckled. From this close she could hear his racing heart and it was clear to her that he was close to blind panic. Something akin to a gust of hot air splashed along her muzzle, the fallen leaves around them blasting away. She snorted and shook her head as the tingling sensation passed.

The sickly juvenile didn't move, however his fear was lessening.

She could tell now, the smell of old wounds. It impressed her in a way that such a weak hatchling survived that long when her sister hadn't.

Suddenly a thought entered her mind, as strange as it was to her, it it held an undeniable allure. In a swift move, she trapped the strange youngling beneath her left, clawed hand. He struggled for a moment before realizing the futility of it, settling on observing her with an air of resignation.

With one of her right foreclaws, she pierced her skin drawing blood and presented the bloodied claw to him before taking a lick. Then she dipped it again in the crimson liquid and moved it towards him, the juvenile began making distressed sounds but she just put more pressure on him, forcing him to cooperate. She could see the grimace on his flat muzzle, as he ingested her blood. She dipped the claw one last time in her blood, and pierced one of his old wounds, that something whispered to her was of great significance.

His pained screams startled her enough to back away from him, for a moment she wanted to kill him, him being so loud was a threat to her - other two-legs were hunting her after all - even in the dense jungle. But the same force that drove her to do what she did, stopped her and made her watch.

Harry sat in the car while his uncle drove them to the airport. He was doing his damndest to ignore his cousin's grumbling as the obese squealer lost a game on his smartphone. Closing his eyes, Harry tried to wrap his head around his current predicament.

After returning from his third year at Hogwarts, he was counting on a more or less quiet, short summer at the Dursleys. What he got was a surprise trip to Jurassic World. Of course, he'd heard about it when it opened a few years back, everyone who so much as had a toe in the muggle world heard about it. And, like any other kid, he wanted to go there.

But not like this. He was essentially unwanted on this trip; his uncle made that clear enough when the Walrus locked all his magical possessions in Harry's old cupboard.

So here he was on the grand trip that all kids wanted to make, only for it to be possibly spoiled by his…family. Knowing them, they got him the cheapest options on anything they could. He snorted, it was a small miracle they even dragged him with them.

The speculative, angry look Vernon shot him in the mirror was unmissable, so Harry wisely decided to not aggravate the man further and decided to be as silent as possible.

Well, that, and he was considering if it'd be worth it tell them about Sirius being out, free, and quite mad. If nothing else, it'd be good for a laugh and probably funny enough to fuel a patronus or two.

Surprisingly it was Petunia that, in her own words, graciously explained why he should be 'forever grateful' they decided to take him with them. As it stood, Harry figured the truth of the situation was that the Dursley's didn't trust him to not level the house or turn all door knobs into dormice or something equally as banal and stupid.

Before he knew it they reached the airport. The boarding procedure was long and tedious, so the black haired wizard mostly tuned it out in favor of observing everything around him. Harry may have lived in the muggle world, but he'd only done and seen what his aunt and uncle allowed him to experience. Which equated to not much.

"Boy! Boy!? Are you listening?!", the furious whispering and the heavy hand on his shoulder finally drew his attention.

"Uh, sorry uncle."

"Hmph… now, hold this. Those are your tickets, you got economy class. Our flight plan is also in there, don't get lost!" the tone of the walrus like man implied what was left unsaid. If he got lost, they sure as hell wouldn't go out of their way to look for him.

Harry sighed as he looked over what he was handed, he was so close to having a family that cared and he still got stuck with…them.

Suffice to say his first experience with muggle flight was less than stellar. Maybe it was a smidgen more comfortable than riding a broom, but the inability to switch places and a running, and therefore losing, lottery on who was sitting next to him coloured the experience. With that said, he'd certainly had worse food. Bland but filling was always welcome in his opinion.

By the time they'd reached New York to switch flights Harry was contemplating the pros and cons of suffocating the snoring, middle aged man that sat to his left. It wasn't that the man was just rude, but he was also unwashed and flatulent. Harry did his best to think about dinosaurs and greasy, unhealthy, but delicious park food.

Once more on the ground there was a five hour layover until the next leg of their flight. So, not having much choice ,Harry located his relatives. Already at one of the restaurants. His aunt spotted him first and gently nudged Vernon.

"Right then boy, I don't care what you do for the next five hours, but don't get into trouble and no funny business!" The rich sauce from the steak his uncle was eating dripped from his moustache as Vernon spoke. With a pained expression the glutton withdrew his wallet from his pants pocket and handed Harry a fifty pound bill. "Get going."

In a slight schock Harry took the money and quickly left. When he lost the sight of his relatives the young wizard rationalized that, considering their obsession with normality, they'd be a touch more pleasant than usual. If only to avoid awkward questions. He grinned. Maybe this trip would be enjoyable…

After his first visit to a fastfood restaurant, and an hour of wandering around the airport later, Harry came upon a peculiar sight. A revolving door with a golden sign that depicted two crossed wands. Harry had to blink and look around to confirm that no one paid any attention to the doors.

'It's just like the Leaky Cauldron, I suppose.'

Without much thought he entered, and was welcomed to a sight of two men, dressed in black suits and wearing, oddly enough, fedoras and trench coats, sitting behind a desk. On both sides of the desk stood… things. They looked like muggle metal detectors but with, at least as far as he could tell, runes engraved on their surfaces.

"Welcome to the Duty Free Zone. Please prepare your wand and boarding pass, or international porteky ticket, for inspection if you wish to shop here." The one to the left, and that really was the only way to differentiate between what Harry figured were magical customs officers, said in a bored voice.

"I don't have a wand…" Harry's mouth opened before he could think and he cringed at the suddenly very interested looks the men gave him.

"You're kind of young to be wandering alone. I'm officer Maxwell, MACUSA Auror. What's your name kid?" The man who'd been so bored just a second ago now seemed quite alert, and more than a touch wary.

"Uh…Harry Potter, sir." His answer was meet with two disbelieving stares until the eyes of both men fell on his scar.

"Now that's something you don't see everyday, huh, Max?" The until now silent auror spoke with a whisper, his voice rough and scratchy. "Still, you have to have someone of age with you?"

"My muggle relatives, we're waiting for a flight."

"That explains quite a bit…" The auror, Maxwell, muttered to himself. As if noticing whom he'd been speaking to, he started a bit and turned back to look at Harry again.

"Anyway, Mr. Potter if you don't have a wand with you just step through this detector and prepare your boarding pass. That is if you want to shop here?"

That got Harry thinking.

"Is there a Gringotts branch here, by chance?"

"Yes, there is. Just a small branch though. No deposits, only withdrawals."

"OK then. I think I'll spend some time here… But, uh, where exactly is the bank?"

After stepping through the detectors and confirming he didn't have a wand on him the aurors were more than happy to point him towards bank branch.

As it turns out, goblins were unfriendly no matter where they worked. Something that somewhat surprised Harry. But, considering what Hagrid, of all people, had said about them, he supposed it was ultimately something he should have expected. He left with a wallet and a surprisingly muggle looking credit card linked to his vault.

The card and thief-proof wallet were supposedly free of charge…until he heard that every payment with it had a two galleon fee. Harry was tempted to complain about that, but when the goblin sneered at him he changed his mind. Harry figured he could probably abuse his fame and piss off the entirety of the Goblin Nation in the process. But considering Gringotts held all of his wealth. Well, it probably wasn't worth it. That the card was supposed to be able was a nice perk, afterall.

Quickly forgetting about the goblins and their greed, Harry started wandering from store to store. There weren't that many shops to begin with, but the most useful was the luggage one. He got himself a dark red and black sports backpack, with a low grade expansion charm and notice-me-not built into it.

Now, while he didn't exactly care too much about his clothes, going to what amounted to a tropical island resort in hand-me-downs bothered him. Especially now that he had easy access to the money in his vault.

While he spent almost an hour shopping for at least some clothes, he didn't notice the stares he was getting from the staff. All of them were appalled at what they were seeing and some were deducing, but beyond being more helpful than was strictly required, they really couldn't do a thing. A scrawny, and quite British, ragamuffin was a touch outside the reach of the most concerned of store clerks.

Harry was kind of disappointed at the lack of actually meaningful magical shops. He kind of hoped for a wand shop, if only so he wouldn't be entirely defenseless. Although he did get a bracelet made of twined, black leather strap that held charms that helped keep you comfortable when journeying in the tropics.

Deciding he'd probably want at least some reading material for the rest of his journey, Harry also bought two books on native north and south american magics. If only because he held no illusions about his ability to keep anything but a book to himself.

Still, they looked interesting and if he had to guess from the pictures in the one about south america, probably banned in UK. Or they'd at least they would be found in the restricted section of Hogwarts' library.

When he met with his relatives, only five minutes before boarding for their next flight began, Vernon took a look at his new clothes and scowled but said nothing; Petunia - after giving him a look over - gave him a sharp nod. Dudley barely registered Harry's existence with his eyes glued to his smartphone's screen. Something Harry figured was for the best. Still, the questions would come later. Though, that didn't mean Harry needed to actually give any answers.

His second flight was much better, his books were charmed to look like nondescript fantasy novels, so he had something to do and his neighbours this time around were tolerable.

The next stop in Harry's journey was San Jose in Costa Rica. Unfortunately, his stop here turned out to be a disappointment. Admittedly, that was mostly due to the language barrier, it was still a beautiful place. However it was at this point that the fact he was actually going to be going to the Jurassic World became truly believable.

When he and the Dursleys exited the airport they were greeted by a sight of a fleet of busses bearing the Jurassic World logo. Once they were onboard and buckled in the young woman that was their guide gave them a speech about how they will be transferring to a ferry in few hours and then finally reaching the Park. She also handed out some kind of waiver. Harry didn't read the whole thing, but was quite aware that he had to sign it if he wanted to get into the Park.

While the landscape passed outside the windows, she talked about the Park's history and also its founder John Hammond. Harry was fascinated by it, his relatives were not.

Harry stood on the prow of the ferry as it docked. He had been mesmerized by the sea, but the sight before him made him excited. After almost three days of journey from London, they had finally made it.

He probably would have missed his group's guide if it wasn't for his uncle taking up enough space to act like a buoy in a crowd.

The monorail ride had been thrilling as he caught glimpses of the larger herbivores and even a few smaller breeds watching the train with wary eyes.

His hotel room was the best he ever had, as it turned out even the cheapest on this particular island, but was still luxurious.

Unknown to his relatives, whom had chosen to get Harry room just for himself, the first thing he did was upgrade his Park pass to V.I.P status. It was far from cheap,roughly about the cost of a year's worth of school supplies, but it was worth it. Lines were hell and he was here to have fun!

For now, he decided to be selfish; he was going to be having the best summer in his short life.

Breathing hard, Harry came to the conclusion that this was the worst summer ever and it had just barely started. He didn't know what started this disaster, but he knew his infamus luck has struck again the instant his gyrosphere played the warning message.

He held his breath when he heard branches snapping. Whatever was stalking him…was not a dinosaur he had ever heard of. Its pale hide was unnerving, but it was the reptilian eyes, those glowing crimson embers, that terrified him. It reminded him far, far too much of the cruel… thing he'd seen when the dementors had been near. The flashes of a sadistic laugh and a green light.

The black haired wizard thought himself lucky he'd listened to his instincts. As soon as the ball started getting bogged down in the terrain, he'd slipped out of his gyrosphere. Moments later, the creature broke through the nearby tree line and decided to kick it like a football. Having flown in more than one Scottish storm, Harry just thanked God that he'd not lost his lunch at the sight of the beast crushing the ball like a bug.

Now he was cowering behind a tree in a tropical jungle, playing hide-and-seek with something that could swallow him whole. And seemed to be of the disposition to play with him first.

'At least the Basilisk had the decency to just try and kill me.'

After more than five minutes of silence, he took a peek in the direction he'd last heard movement. There was nothing there and with a quiet sigh he decided to move.

Even his seeker reflexes couldn't help him, when he didn't even see the attack.

In an instant he was on his back, the wind knocked out of him. What's more, he was practically blind; his glasses lost during his abrupt flight.

Still, he could see the thing was towering above him. The stench of death, rotting meat and dried blood, rolled over him.

Idly, in the back of his brain, he remembered Fluffy and the great bleeding snake from his second year both stunk like this.

He had to do something, but running was probably the most worthless option. What with the however many god damned tons of apex predator pinning him to the ground.

"I wish you no harm, great hunter." imagining a snake to speak Parseltongue to was a bit tricky in his current situation, but he managed. Survival was a hell of a motivator.

"Let me go, let there be peace between us."

Harry froze when it leaned forward and began sniffing him. The worst thing about it all was that even with having fought a bloody basilisk, this was still, by far, the most terrifying thing he'd ever experienced.. At least then he had his wand, a sword, and Fawkes. Briefly he closed his eyes, wishing desperately for the thing to not harm him. An image of happy looking Sirius popped into his mind. He would never get the chance to have a family after all...

No, he would not give up without a fight! The young wizard pushed with his will, screaming at his magic to do something, anything! Was will not the most important thing when using magic!? He wanted the thing to let him go, to not harm him, so that he could see his only living family!

And then his vision flickered. Something..something passed between the beast and the wizard and Harry felt light headed and was seeing spots.

Before he could react he was pushed deeper into the ground, the thing's claws making sure he was held fast.

"FUCK! Come on! Let me go!" Harry fought with everything he had, desperately struggling to get out from underneath the clawed hand, but it proved to be useless. When it growled, Harry stopped, looking up at the monster that was gonna snap up the Boy-Who-Got-Eaten. He just snorted, staring up at his soon to be killer.

What he saw made him pause. It injured itself only to lick the blood form it's claw.

When the newly bloodied claw came closer and closer to his mouth he began to loudy protest gain. He didn't know what force possesed the great being, but the thing wanted him to drink it's blood, something he was not going to allow.

One thing stood out to him, a tidbit of knowledge from his books purchased in New York.

Every magical community knew, on some level at least, that blood was the most powerful medium available to magicals. A few societies had embraced it to such a great degree that even the muggles used it in their religious practices. It was powerful, simple and wild… everything the modern magical society shunned.

However when the creature holding him down pressed harder, almost painfully so he, admitted defeat and opened his mouth. Whatever it was going to do was better than being popped like an overripe grape. Thick, coppery blood filled his mouth. Harry was surprised at the volume of it and, to his growing horror, he had to swallow before he choked on it. But it was not the end, when he felt a claw pierce his skin on his forehead and his world exploded in hot, searing pain.

She didn't understand what she was seeing. While the two-leg juvenile screamed, something like a dark mist rose from him and dispersed with an ear piercing wail. At the same time though, the human screams changed into something more beastly, something she knew.

The Indominus Rex approached the fallen two-legs carefully, now that all of the comotion ended, and silence reigned once more. What she found froze her in place, her mind racing.

"Hatchling?" Slowly she started to sniff at him again. His smell changed… No, it had stopped changing; like it finally decided to be something. And now it was hers-but-not with a hint of two-legs. Excitement began to grow in her as she thoroughly inspected him. She found no wounds, only scars, and she noticed that he was a bit bulkier than she was when she was still young. His quills were also darker, pitch black even.

In her excitement she forgot about her plan to hunt more two-legs for how they imprisoned her. For how they treated her and the Little One…

"Bloody hell my head hurts…" The groans and soft growls from the young not-two-legs made her pay attention. She decided to give him time, to see what he would do. The Indominus crouched and then laid down with her head facing the young one; observing, watching, waiting.

Harry woke up with a groan and a pounding headache, he cursed silently, before remembering where he was and what probably caused said headache. He opened his eyes and almost immediately closed them. His vision was almost painfully sharp, a first for him, and the colours were all wrong somehow.

He took a deep breath and almost choked on new, strong smells.

"What the hell?" The young wizard opened his eyes once more, slowly this time. The moment he saw a pale something in his vision, where his nose was supposed to be, he knew he was in deep trouble. Even more so, when he noticed the beast that had just a moment ago been force feeding him her blood just… laying before him. Eerily enough, reminding him of a curious cat.

Deciding he should probably make the first move, he spoke, his own voice somewhat shocking him. "Easy now, just let's be calm and go our own way…"

"Why would hatchling want to go alone? It's not safe."

The feminine voice was so startling, he jumped back with a small, animalistic shriek. Harry was expecting a lot of things where magic was involved, and this had signs of magic all over it, but it was quickly climbing to the top spot on his 'weird shit' list. And after spending three years at a magical school, facing death, possession, and/or daemonic entities spawned from human misery and suffering that was a long, long list.

With a grunt He managed to twist himself so he was now laying on his belly; letting him look at himself as much as he could. What he saw made him realize just how screwed he was.

"It's like some twisted animagus transformation." He, maybe, wasn't the most studious person. But after seeing McGonagall turning into a cat in his first year, and Sirius last year, he researched that topic somewhat. To top it all off, when Lupin explained that all of the Marauders were animagi, well, Harry had given serious consideration to learning the magic needed himself.

And, even with his limited knowledge, he was painfully aware that he knew next to nothing about this particular form. Why that was important had to do with the fact that methods involved may vary, quite wildly, however every source he read stated that the wizard must understand what he was turning into. That understanding could be gained in many ways, most commonly by simple study or through the use of certain potions.

Without the knowledge of his form he was stuck. Well. Not technically. But Harry had become quite fond of having all of his insides on the inside. Splinching didn't even begin to cover what could happen.

Honestly, it was actually pretty simple. The animagus transformation was like a very complicated mathematical equation that, when put into practice, could be fueled by magic and used to transform the witch or wizard in question. And he was missing half of it.

Harry looked back at the large, pale predator before him. Simple logic, something hammered into him by Hermione, stated that he was most likely the same species as… whatever the other creature was. That fact was supported by the similarity of what he could see and, well. The blood magic from earlier.

Which begged the question. Was the big lizard, somehow, a magical creature?

She even smelled of 'female-family-friend'. Deciding to role with what were most likely his new instincts, Harry, slowly, stood up and began to, again, slowly, approach the larger dinosaur, taking deep breaths as he approached. Thankfully, she didn't even growl.

If nothing else, she could help him understand and learn about what he turned into. The question was, would he survive the lessons? The wizard in dinosaur skin snorted, time to be a Gryffindor again.

"Young one done thinking?" Her interest was piqued as a noticeable resolve began to show in the emerald eyes of the not-two-legs… no that wasn't right. He was like her now, she would need to come up with a name for him.

"Show me how to be like you."

Those few words of his caused her no small amount of joy, it would again be like when Little One lived. But this time she would make sure her hatchling survived! The Indominus tilted her head to the side in thought. Her hatchling? She growled softly in approval of that thought. She got up, ready to teach her Green-Eyes to move, to walk, to hunt!

"Come then, we must move. Two-legs think they can hunt us. But they are prey like all others." She nudged his smaller body with her snout awkwardly. She was a bit unsure on how to show anything other than anger.

Harry quickly translated her words. So they were being hunted by the park's ACU, whom Harry had seen while wandering about the Park earlier in the day. What's more, she wasn't above killing, and presumably eating, humans, too.

'Joy oh joy.'

With her nudging him he managed to actually do more than inch forward, actually figuring out how to work with his center of balance.

"Watch and follow." She started moving deeper into the jungle and after a few steps she stopped and looked behind. When she saw Green-Eyes clumsily mimic her gait a rumble of approval left her throat.

Both of them were long gone when the ACU team lead by Hamada managed to track one of the kids that was missing after the alert was sent out. They found someone's crushed, and slightly bloody, gyrosphere and confirmed it to be Potter's. After that, it was a simple matter of following a trail of crushed plant life and track him all the way to where they were now. But beside the signs of the I-Rex having been here, they found nothing and the trail became confusing, according to their resident tracker.

"Command this is Hamada, no sign of the asset or the kid. What should we do now?"

"The tracking beacon is still active, follow it. Assume the kid... died, but keep your eyes open nonetheless. Mr. Grady and Ms. Dearing went after her nephews, so they're not your task anymore. I'll personally handle the boy's family." Hamada was only a touch surprised that it was Masrani's voice that answered in his earpiece.

"You heard the man, move out."

As they moved further into the jungle, Hamada turned on his wrist display. It looked like their target was stationary perhaps a kilometer to their north. Suspicious, considering the fact the beast had been on a rampage. Focused and alert he lead his men through the silent jungle.