There is a style of story I'm sure you're all familiar with. The super Harry. Super Harry, as the name suggests, is incredible. He can use wandless, silent magic. He's an animagus, and often has multiple forms. He's smarter than Hermione, stronger than the Hulk and better looking than the most luscious piece of man the author can imagine. And yet he hides his powers. It's for a pretty simple reason – if he's too over the top, the author would have to make their own plotline instead of just "following the canon story, but better". This will be a series of drabbles about what happens when Harry doesn't hide his strength. He's the second coming of Merlin, and he's damn well going to prove it.

I'd never really given much thought to Harry before the tournament. Why should I? Sure he was the Boy-who-Lived, but he was three years below me and in another house. I think the first time I spoke to him was before the Quidditch World Cup. There was the fact that he rescued those poor muggles after the game, but to be honest, I could have done so as well. The rumours that his wand had been stolen before the game and only returned the next day were clearly ridiculous. No-one as young as him could use wandless magic, it just wasn't possible. And so when he was drawn from the goblet, I wasn't too bothered. He wasn't anything impressive (although I'm told the storm of cursing he let out when his name was drawn was definitely something to hear).

The first inkling I had that something was wrong was when he told me what the first task was going to be.

"Dragons?" I gasped, feeling my lunch threaten to come back up. This was ridiculous. One wizard against a dragon? We'd all be killed.

"Yep," he nodded, seeming disgustingly calm. "We've got to get past them or something. Thought you ought to know." And with that, he turned and strutted away. I thought for a moment, and then bolted to the library.

The day of the task, we were wrecks. I was filled with nervous energy, Krum looked like he would throw up and Fleur was as white as a sheet of parchment. Harry was looking calm and ready. I remember feeling sorry for him at the time, thinking he had no idea what he was up against. Looking back, it almost seems funny. We all thought he'd broken when he pulled the Hungarian Horntail. He just laughed. And laughed. And kept on laughing as we left to fight one by one. You might know how we went, if any newspaper even realized there were people other than Potter in the tournament. I transfigured a stone, and stole the egg while the dragon was distracted. Just the heated air caused by its breathe made my hair flare up though. I was lucky not to scar. Fleur charmed hers to sleep, but she also had a run in with dragon fire. Krum hit the dragon with a curse – hardly surprising, that a Durmstrang student would go for direct offense. He lost points for causing some eggs to be destroyed though.

Then Potter was lead out. The stands erupted with noise. Some cheering from the Gryffindors, mostly boos from the Slytherins and my own Hufflepuffs. Things went quiet though when people realized one fact. Harry was still laughing. Such an eerie silence descended upon the stands, you could hear the boy's cackling from hundreds of metres away. Then suddenly, he stopped. He pointed at the nesting Horntail, and declared loudly "I'm gonna kick your bloody arse!"

Then he charged at the dragon. I swear it looked bemused for a second before the obvious happened. It pulled its head back, then leaned forward and unleashed a scorching jet of flame upon the clearly insane celebrity. What happened next is firmly ingrained in Hogwarts legend. Rather than the flames dying away to reveal a scorched patch of earth, a second dragon burst forth from the inferno, and all of a sudden there were two horntails wrestling and snapping at each other – to a dragon, flames are but a tickle, so dragon on dragon fights are contests of brawn and skill rather than fire. It was Dumbledore who figured it out first, of course.

"Animagus!"

I don't know who it was, but someone heard the headmaster, and soon a chant started up. And so it was to a shouted chorus of "An-i-ma-gus!" that the (clearly) male dragon gripped his opponent's horns, twisted, and snapped its neck with a loud crack.

Well, that caused a real furor, I can tell you. The dragon handlers were furious, and me and the other two champions were feeling bloody inadequate. The judges went into a short conference before deciding that they couldn't take marks away from the animagus for killing his opponent, as there were no rules against it. Clearly they hadn't thought it might be an issue. And so it was that the youngest competitor in the tournament also became the first to ever score perfect marks for one of the tasks. There was only one thing to be said at that point.

"Fucking Potter."