"I did it, really! My mum even got the picture to prove it!"

Harry raised an eyebrow at the other boy, who stuck out his tongue in rebuttal. "It's true though." The strawberry blonde muttered, stabbing his fork into the sausage sitting innocently on his plate. "Why does no one ever believe me when I tell them something?"

"Maybe because half the things aren't even possible?" Ron suggested from his side of the table, to the right of Hermione. "I mean, what's the chance that a heard of dragons will actually come towards your house-"

"I live in Romania! Near the Dragon Reserve! What do you expect, a bunch of sheep and vampires? Wait, don't answer that, Hermione- Seriously, do not answer that- "

"-And almost turn you into a piece of roasted chick the first time you're out on your broom?" The red head shook his head and shoved a piece of French toast into his mouth. "That's not possible, mate."

Nikolai Vladimir threw up his hands and sighed dramatically. "Even my best friends don't believe me."

"Well who would?"

"I would!"

"Yeah," Harry rolled his eyes, the petite boy's body shaking with barely contained laughter. "But you're you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Hermione smiled from behind her book, as the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team piled into the Great Hall to eat before their big game. "Oh, nothing, Nikolai. Honestly. It's just that there is absolutely no possible way for you to still be alive after what you've told us."

Nikolai shook his head in disbelief. "You're all nutters." The Romanian muttered under his breath. "What's so hard to believe about me riding a broom up into the Stratosphere, almost getting burned to death by a dragon, getting the President of America's autograph when I accidentally landed on his car, and the my mum taking a picture of me and him giving the thumbs up sign! What's so different about that? How is that not believable?"

The Golden Trio laughed from behind their hands, the Gryffindor/Slytherin match looming before them long forgotten in the other boy's rant.

"Everything, Nikolai. Everything."

"Wah!" The blonde groaned. "You guys make no sense at all."

Oliver Wood bounced over to where the four Gryffindor's were sitting. "So Harry, excited for the game?"

Immediately Harry paled as Ron and Hermione glared at Oliver. "Oliver," The brown haired girl hissed. "We were trying to distract Harry so he would eat!"

Oliver looked down at Harry's plate, which was virtually untouched.

"Do…Oh."

Nikolai face-palmed. "This has absolutely nothing to do with the conversation." The Romanian mumbled. "Does that mean I was just a distraction?"

Three nods came from the other First Years. "Yes, yes you were."

"Guys!"


For the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Competition by UnicornsAndRainbows20089 for Flying:

Write a story about a first-year student who tells a story about them flying to their classmates.

Major Quidditch Match

Dragon

"I did it, really! My mum even got the picture to prove it!"

OC/Harry

Done while Rat-Racing glitter blizzard (Muffin).

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any shape, way, or form.