AN: I don't own Harry Potter.

1) Pheonix

The cheering soared as Harry stepped out of the tent. Unlike the previous champions, Harry didn't appear to be nervous at all considering the dragon he was facing. Slowly, he walked forward into the arena. The dragon lay in a semi circle around the nest of eggs, her head watching the crowd closely. As Harry walked closer, she turned to face him before letting out a puff of smoke.

A warning sign. While it is quite clear to anyone who knows dragons, young Harry apparently did not. He walked yet closer until he stood in the center of the arena. He hadn't even drawn his wand.

The dragon snorted out another puff of smoke, still staring at Harry. He stared back. The dragon open its mouth wide and let loose a torrent of fire directly at Harry.

As the crowd began to scream, Harry just looked at the incoming fire, and grinned.

Even years later, people would swear the dragon was breathing fire at that spot for minutes, or hours even. In reality, that moment passed in but a few seconds.

As the smoke from the deadly flames cleared, the crowd strained to see what was left of the Boy-Who-Used-To-Live. What they saw astonished all.

It has been proven many times that the fire from a dragon is many times hotter than anything wizards have been able to produce, even FiendFyre. Everyone expected to see the black scorch marks the fire left on the rocks. They didn't expect the large pile of white dust on top.

*chirp*

The sound was soft, but somehow echoed throughout the stadium. The pile shifted and a small bird poked its head out. Even the dragon was astonished. It had been breed in captivity and lived an isolated life in the dragon pen. It had never seen creatures other than humans, or the occasional goblin and house elf. A small baby phoenix confused the hell out of it.

While the judges started to converse in loud whispers, the small bird began to slowly walk towards the dragon. Experts tried to recreate the sound that came from the Hungarian Horntail for years to follow. It was the first time anyone ever heard a dragon try to scream like a young girl. While there were chains that held the dragon from flying too far, they didn't prevent the dragon from seeking a place to hide.

With an almighty yelp, the dragon planted its rear on top of a section of the stadium that once held most the Slytherin House. Once held because as soon as the dragon started to move down, they all wisely decided to let the dragon have their seats.

The baby phoenix in the meantime had reached the nest, and had somehow managed to roll the golden egg onto its back. With one more glance at the dragon, it burst into flames and disappeared out of the stadium with its prize.

I've finally hit a point where I want to try writing again. I can't promise high quality work, or full length stories, but I (hopefully) will start putting out more content. I probably will never continue my Necromancer story. I had the idea for it when I first started reading FanFiction, but I soon realized after starting it that I'm a strong believer for H/Hr.