Owned
Because I've been working constantly and this is my first day off in four months, here is a new series of hopefully funny or otherwise odd one-shots (maybe, my mind comes up with stuff all the time) of people… well, getting owned. Sorry Harry, but you're up first. By the way, I am using the movie version of the castle, not the book version. At least, because it has things in it that I can use to destroy. :D
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Harry Potter nervously adjusted his robe and fingered his wand. He was the last Champion to go in to face the dragon, and he of course he had to get the worst dragon of them all. He believed that he was capable enough of a flyer to get past the dragon… hopefully.
"And that concludes our third Champion's effort, nice scores all around, more than likely lowered due to the harm done to the real eggs, well done Mr. Krum! And now, our final champion is to face… what? Oh! My word! It appears that the Hungarian Horntail that Harry Potter was supposed to face has been rendered unable to face the Boy Who Lived! I wonder if his participation will be… I beg your pardon? A replacement? Ladies and gentlemen, it appears that the fourth Champion will compete afterall! Lucius Malfoy has kindly offered a summoning ritual from his wife's family's collection. It is an ancient test for heroes to prove their combat worthiness by summoning a powerful dragon to fight! The ritual will allow the dragon to only attack the opponent, in this case Mr. Potter while allowing anyone else to watch unharmed! Spectacular magic! Mr. Dumbledore I believe that this tournament has been upstaged! Is there any word on the species of dragon Mr. Malfoy? An ancient black dragon… a rumored progenitor of the Horntail's species? Well, I can't imagine you can't get any fairer than replacing one dragon with another one from the same species. Mr. Potter, enter the arena!"
Throughout Bagman's introduction, Harry felt his hope rise, then fall, and at the mention of Lucius Malfoy, died completely. Though, hearing that it was almost the same, or at least an older dragon gave him a little heart. He raised his chin and stepped out of the tent and into the arena.
Harry stood near the entrance to the tent and waited for the ritual to finish. He didn't wait long.
PAIN…
AGONY…
MY HATRED BURNS, THROUGH THE CAVERNOUS DEEPS.
There was silence, then roars of pain echoed throughout the arena. The ground shook as the tower support over the great stone bridge of the castle lost brick and mortar into the gorge below. The bellowing noise continued as the Black Lake rose from its bed and crashed the Durmstrang ship on the shore.
THE WORLD HAS HEAVED WITH MY TORMENT…
ITS WRETCHED KINGDOMS ONCE QUAKED, BENEATH MY RAGE.
The tower on the bridge gave way completely and the wave from the Lake continued unabated through the gorge, weakening the bridge supports further. But with an almighty roar a dragon rose from the earth in an explosion of flame. It quickly flew across the Lake with a roar that created a sonic impact, destroying the platform that the second task was to be held on, before the platform was burnt to cinders by the flames falling from the dragon as it passed.
BUT AT LAST, I AM FREE TO KILL AGAIN…
The dragon flew over the bridge, its passing finally bringing the abused bridge down.
AND YOUR CHAMPION WILL DIE BENEATH THE SHADOW OF MY WINGS.
The dragon landed on the edge of the arena, the stone beneath it melting under the heat coming from the dragon, and gave a roar of a challenge to the Boy Who Lived.
Lucius Malfoy smirked. Harry Potter was owned.
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Possible Omake/alternate ending with the next chapter, but for now, I'm going to get drunk.