The Friend of Fire / Between Task Two and Three
Sometimes, you really regret messing up. I do. But sometimes, it works out in your favour. Like, when you're only meant to grab one egg, you grab two. Grabs the wrong word. Steal. At least, in this case, it worked out for me. When you're living in England, it's easy to not know all that much about dragons. They're mostly all on the other side of the channel or in the other continents, and the Welsh Green doesn't deserve the name dragon. And even if you live near dragons, most forget something simple. While we humans can cast spells, speak and use tools, dragons beat us to the punch on two of the three. After all, who needs tools when you're a fire breathing winged lizard.
And now, I, the boy-who-lived, have a dragon.
Well, more like, Flamyx – as he calls himself – has me.
See, most people, even Ron's brother Charlie, forget that dragons, by and large, are much more intelligent than we are. Although, it is worth mentioning, as no one has seen Flamyx yet, or heard either of us speak to the other, I could well be speaking Parseltongue or some other magical language. Maybe I should check that. But who can I trust? Ron, who even after three and a bit years of friendship abandoned me. He believes all is well, especially after being my 'hostage' in the second task. To tell the truth, I was half tempted to leave him down there and rescue the other three. Hermione is a better choice, but she'd likely go running off to the headmaster. Not a smart choice. Hagrid would try and claim him, but he means well. I'm beginning to realise I don't have all that many friends in either world.
That's a disturbing thought.
Anyhow, signing off.
Author's Note / Well, hey, welcome. This is an idea that's been bouncing around in my head for a while, so I thought I'd write it and upload. I'm not the most consistent writer, so might have slight delays in between chapters. And forewarning, I'm unbeta'd, so I'll likely have quite a few errors.