Hadrian Potter approached the Champions' Tent at the edge of the arena that had been set up the night before, striding into the tent confidently. He looked about at the other Champions, who had arrived before him. He took his seat, waiting for the Task to be announced.
A few days before, Professor Moody had approached him with information about what the Task would entail. Hadrian had, however, demanded he stay silent on the matter. The First Task was a trial of courage in the face of the unknown, after all, and he was zin gro, honor-bound, to fulfill the Task in the manner it was intended. He would not cheat.
A few minutes passed by in silence before Ludo Bagman, the Champions' primary source of information about the Tournament, announced to them the nature of the Task. Hadrian noted that Krum and Delacour were unsurprised. Diggory paled when he heard what they were up against.
As that registered in his mind, the objective of the Task, and the nature of the challenge, sank in. Hadrian burst out laughing, and wheezed out, "That's it? That's all we have to do? Daar los niid hevno."
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Hermione Granger was absolutely terrified. Her best friend would soon be facing a dragon. A bloody DRAGON. Why did he have to insist on refusing Moody's help? Sure, it was a noble thing to do, but that wouldn't matter once he was DEAD.
She was forcibly brought out of her frantic, panicked thoughts by the sound of a cannon going off nearby, and the first of the Champions left the tent. She watched as each Champion was injured by their respective dragons, despite their obvious knowledge of magicks FAR beyond what Hogwarts fourth years were taught.
Finally, Harry exited the tent. He did not seem worried in the least, in fact, he was SMIRKING. 'Was this just a game to him?' Hermione thought, panicked. He strode purposefully to the arena's edge, where he vaulted over the fence without even glancing at the gate two feet to his left. He then proceeded to climb atop a rock, where the dragon couldn't miss him if it tried.
What happened next would go down in history. The dragon's fire wrapped around Harry's body with the force of a hurricane, the flames burning almost blue. Yet, as the torrent subsided, Harry appeared, unscathed by the inferno.
He shouted then, crying out in a language Hermione did not recognize, indeed that she was sure she had never in her life come across. "Hin zul los mul," Harry exclaimed. "Ful los dii! Haalvut dii Thu'um! YOL TOOR SHUL!"
Apparently Harry could breathe fire, Hermione thought weakly. It seemed even the dragon was incredulous as well. For a moment, the world stood still. Then, the great beast broke free, and the battle commenced.