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The years spent at Hogwarts and well beyond the reach of Melkor's insidious, all-consuming influence had left the old dragon strangely mellowed. This wasn't to be mistaken for some new kindness in his nature -- it was indifference. Mortal affairs did not interest him, nor the goings on of the so-called deities and demons and holy vassals and all the rest of their ilk, all of whom he quite frankly found tedious at this point in his life. They also posed no real threat to one as ancient and powerful as Ancalagon, and so his attention was left to wander.

For a time he'd drifted through the wizarding world with no destination or particular purpose in mind, and it was in the now familiar mountains surrounding Hogwarts that he'd eventually settled, making for himself a new lair, massive in size, and extending far under a mountain. It had hardly been an altruistic gesture, but his presence did help to keep various other, more destructive-minded creatures well away from Hogwarts' grounds, not including those who were mysteriously brought there by means unknown to become students, just as he had been.

Ancalagon was not inclined to share his territory. And it hadn't escaped his notice that there very obviously was another dragon at Hogwarts, one who seemed to have taken up residence in the Forbidden Forest. Not the most ideal place for a proper dragon's lair... The golden dragon had been wise to avoid the mountains, but Ancalagon doubted it would be long before this trespasser came calling.

Roused from his lair with a clear purpose in mind, he took to the sky and descended on the Forbidden Forest. The old lore described Ancalagon as so massive that even from afar, he blotted out the Sun, and this still held true today -- he cast a great shadow across the trees and castle as he drew closer to the ground and landed with enough force to announce his presence, just outside the forest. With his wings tucked against his body, he began his trek into the woods to find this other dragon.