Little thing that popped in while reading various fourth year fics

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Harry Potter was a stressed individual. This recent attempt at his life was not only legal(barely) but had split him from his friends. On top of this he was about to face a FREAKING DRAGON. And if that wasn't enough it was the most vicious of the bunch, the Hungarian Horntail.

In Harry' stressed mind he briefly contemplated the latter part of the beasts name. Did it actually have a horn for a tail?

Harry shook those thoughts away. 'I've got to have a plan' He thought. He remembered Moody's advice, play to his strengths. But what strengths did he have? Harry really didn't consider himself good at anything except flying and surviving Voldemort. Voldemort wasn't here and who was stupid enough to try to outfly a dragon?

Harry glance at the other champions, Hoping to gain inspiration from the foreign magicals. Fleur was chanting something in french under her breath and Victor was steeling himself for his turm. Damn. Harry had really hoped he'd get an idea.

Thinking back to his supposed 'Strengths' he realized that surviving Voldemort was more a case of dumb luck and a healthy dose of bullshit.

"That's it!" he burst out. Fleur looked at him strangely.

Resolving to keep future exclamations in his head, Harry focused on his new plan.

He would out bullshit the dragon.

Harry knew, in the back of his mind that he was the slightest bit insane at the moment, but if he thought about it he would be frustrated at his situation which would cause him more stress which would make him crazier and then he'd start to question his sanity again and...

So wrapped up in an infinite loop of his own design, Harry didn't notice Fleur leave. This loop of his continued til a booming voice shook him out of it. Glancing around to find the tent devoid of fellow champions he supposed that it was his turn.

Exiting the tent, Harry was by just how damn big this dragon was. He suddenly realized that he'd been so caught up in his own thoughts he'd neglected the fact that he still didn't have the slightest clue how to deal with his dragon.

'Welp' he reasoned in his mind 'Best wing it like always'. His previous plan was to out bullshit the dragon. How exactly he planned on doing so, Harry had no clue. He really didn't know how he was still alive really. Harry thought the dragon would've been more swift in it's devouring of him.

Harry focused his gaze, having let his eyes glaze over while his mind wandered. The dragon was still there, Big as ever. Hell he reckoned he could walk under...

"You know what, fuck it!" Harry started walking. When the dragon roared a warning , he ignored it.

On the other side of the arena the dragon was panicking. While harry had been thinking his eyes had been locked with the dragon's own. The dragon did know quite what name to put to the glint in Harry's eyes but it wasn't natural. So when Harry started walking to the bewildered dragon, it did what it's kind did best. It roared. When the tiny human didn't stop it decided that an insane human who obviously had a plan to deal with it wasn't one it wanted to be around.

Harry on the other hand was experiencing a different kind of panic. His body was on autopilot and none of his pleas to stop when heard by his body. Harry remained oblivious to the dragon's panic and simply kept waking towards the eggs. When the dragon finally resolved it's plan of action all he did was mutter a "thanks." under his breath as the dragon scrambled out of the way,

Next thing Harry knew he was sitting on a cot, being checked over by a bewildered Madame Promfrey. Staring at the Golden egg resting innocently in his hands.