Hey everyone! I don't own any of the characters or the story.. J.K. Rowling does. It looks like a retelling of the tale but it'll change gradually, promise! I'll be uploading sporadically, once a week or so. The story is already finished, so don't worry, it just needs some adjustments. Please review! Critic is my best friend! *cough* Enjoy reading!
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Excitement buzzed in the air as today was not so common. Everybody was seated in the Great hall waiting for the chosen ones of the independent schools and each time a name was drawn applause went through the room like a tidal wave. "Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum!" Albus called out to still their hunger, pleased with the outcome. He wanted to continue speaking but got interrupted by the goblet, which had turned red. It made a deafening sound and a 4th name was spit out. Dumbledore fetched the paper out of the air and whispered: "Harry Potter." Those on the first row had heard and soon his name was carried all the way to the back. Accusations were yelled at the boy who stood up, shaking, and joined the others in the trophy room. The twins and the trio couldn't believe their ears. It was preposterous that Harry, the boy-who-lived, had achieved in tricking the nasty thing when they failed. They knew, like loyal friends should, he had no desire to participate but the rules bound him to do so.
McGonnagal was very upset, finding the whole ordeal unfair and irresponsible, since he could get himself killed. It took Ron a long time to forgive his best friend because at first the redhead fiercely believed that Potter had thrown in his own name, just to gain more glory. Hermione was more understanding and feared for his life so she merely supported him.
On a nice autumn evening Hagrid stood waiting for Harry to show up. "Hagrid, why are you dressed like that?" the boy asked once he arrived. "You'll see." The halfgiant whispered "Oh there she comes. Quick! Hide under the cloak." Madame Olympe arrived at the scene and took Hagrid's offered arm. "Mon amour, what is it that you wanted to show me?" she asked. They walked until the three of them came at a clearing in the forbidden forest. Several cages, with dragons in, stood placed far away from each other. There were four of them: a Common Welsh Green, a Swedish Short-snout, a Chinese fireball and a Hungarian Horntail. Maxime was walking around in awe, while Hagrid eagerly awaited her return. "Dragons? That's the first challenge?" Harry asked shocked. He was very grateful that the half giant had showed him this and left underneath his invisibility cloak, barely containing his excitement and fear.
Ron was fascinated by the news and was tempted to see them in real, before the tournament would begin, but decided against it in the end. The boys came up with a plan and looked at Hermione. "If we work together we'd make more chance. There are three parts, each for one of us 'Mione." Harry said. "My brother Charlie works with dragons in Romania, bloody hell, he used to tell me all about them on Christmas. I could do this one Harry." Ron proposed. "Are you out of your mind Ronald Weasley? Harry this is your game and we, or at least I, don't want to be dragged in yet another adventure of yours." The know-it-all scolded. "Please Hermione. We need you in this. We want to polyjuice ourselves but we still haven't learned how in Potions class and…" they pleaded, making all kinds of faces. "Alright, alright! On one condition though. No more homework copying from me." Hermione accepted. The boys nodded their heads and hugged her.
After much planning she stole some of the ingredients from Snape's personal storage room again, plucked the hairs from their victims and started brewing the polyjuice in the girl's bathroom. Hermione knew her potions professor wasn't daft, nor boring, just meticulously annoying at times. She also gathered enough information about the dragon's weaknesses and abilities. They were going to do this the proper way, instead of rushing in unprepared like babbling baboons. Try to say that three times in a row.