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I've had a couple people ask me about pairings for this story and as of right now I don't know what pairings I'll have but I'm open to suggestions.

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Chapter 2: Talking Dragons

The first thing Harry was aware of was talking. Several voices seemed to meld together forming a chaos of sound, making it impossible to tell what they were saying. Opening his eyes, Harry was startled to see he was standing in Hagrid's hut on the Hogwarts grounds. It had been so long since he'd had a dream that didn't involve Cedric dying that Harry almost couldn't believe that he was dreaming. But he had to be. Standing in the hut with him was Hagrid and an eleven year old version of himself, Ron, and Hermione!

"What's going on here? Either I'm dreaming or I somehow used a time turner in my sleep." Harry asked.

Nobody responded to his question. In fact nobody in the hut seemed to realize Harry was even there. Not even Fang reacted to his presence. When Harry tried to place his hand on the giant dog it just slipped through Fang as if Harry was made of nothing but air. It was as if he was a ghost.

"Ok so I didn't use a time turner in my sleep. But why am I here?" Harry whispered to himself.

A loud clattering coming from Hagrid's pot over the fire disrupted Harry's thoughts. Looking up, Harry watched Hagrid pull something out of the pot, quickly placing the very hot item on the table.

"Hagrid is that…is that a dragon egg?" the young Hermione asked.

With a start, Harry realized that what he was seeing was the memory of when they had watched the baby dragon hatch out of its egg. Hagrid had been such a mess when he had to send the baby dragon away. How he thought he could raise a dragon in a wooden hut of all places and not get caught was beyond Harry's comprehension. The emerald eyed teen shook himself out of his thoughts and watched as the egg flew open to reveal a tiny dragon. It really was kinda cute if you forgot about what it looked like as an adult. Remembering the adult dragon he had faced this past school year, Harry shuddered. That was something he hoped he never had to do again.

"Dovahkiin?" a small rumbling voice broke through Harry's thoughts.

The teen looked around the hut in confusion. He didn't recall hearing that voice before. Harry looked at everyone in the room but they didn't show any signs of having heard the small yet powerful voice. Looking back at the dragon, Harry saw the dragon staring at the 11 year old him. That was weird he didn't remember the dragon staring at him. He looked at the younger him to see the younger Harry paying attention to something Hagrid was saying instead of watching the dragon. Ah that was probably why he didn't remember.

Paying closer attention he realized it was getting close to the part where they discovered Draco Malfoy spying on them. Was that why he was reliving this memory? Was it supposed to tell him something important that he had missed about Malfoy? Worried he might miss something Harry paid extra close attention to what was going on around. When the baby dragon sneezed fire Harry heard the small rumbling voice again.

"YOL!"

Had that dragon just spoke? Harry rubbed at his eyes with his hands. He never recalled hearing that voice before and he Definitely didn't recall hearing a dragon talk before. That kinda thing was pretty difficult to forget even with all the weird things in the wizarding world.

"It's ok Harry this is just a dream." Harry told himself.

"Oi who's that there?" Hagrid's voice broke through Harry's thoughts.

The young Potter looked up just in time to see Malfoy run away from the window and up to the castle.

"I really hope this dream had more to do with the dragon and not Malfoy." Harry grumbled.

The teen rubbed his eyes again with a sigh. It was nice to not have a nightmare for once but this one was giving him a headache with him trying to figure out what was going on.

"These dreams are going to drive me to the edge of insanity. At this rate they'll be checking me into St. Mungo's by Christmas time." The Potter heir sighed.

Opening his eyes again he suddenly found himself inside the tent from the Triwizard Tournament.

"Oh no not this again please." He pleaded.

For one moment there had been hope that he would finally have a dream with no nightmares. Why did fate hate him so? What had he done to deserve this nightly torture?

'It's your fault Cedric's dead, remember? You deserve this.' A voice whispered at the back of his thoughts.

These dark thoughts got pushed to the side when a loud bang sounded outside of the tent. Bringing himself to the present, Harry watched his dream self take a shaky breath and step out of the tent. Wait a moment, in the last task Harry had been one of the first people to go into the field. So why was he the last one in the tent?

Harry smacked his forehead when he realized that this dream must be the first task not the last one. But what did this have to do with the first part of his dream?

"Dovahkiin!" A very deep and powerful rumbling voice sounded out.

There was that word again! Rushing out of the tent, the teen watched his dream self face the dragon. The powerful Horntail dragon glared at his dream self with its hateful yellow eyes.

Harry shivered as he looked up at the large dragon. Whose bright idea was it to have school kids face dragons anyway? If he hadn't been such a good flier there's no doubt that he would have been that dragon's dinner that day.

All of Harry's muscles tensed as he watched the dragon rear up and open its mouth to let out a roar. But a ground shaking roar that rattled you to the core is not what Harry heard.

"DIR DOVAHKIIN!" The dragon roared with a hatred that shook Harry to his core.

Harry's jaw dropped. The dragon had spoken! First he can hear snakes and now dragons?

"Yep I'm definitely ending up in St. Mungo's by Christmas." Harry mumbled then shook his head, "No remember this is just a dream. A really crazy stupid dream."

Besides maybe he could learn something from watching himself battle the dragon, Harry thought as he returned his attention to the dream.

The very agitated Horntail gave out a mighty shout, "YOL TOOR SHUL!" and a torrent of fire flew from its mouth towards its target. The real Harry shuddered as he remembered that wave of heat.

His younger self dived behind a large boulder and cried out "Accio Firebolt!"

It felt weird to watch his younger self battle for his life. Even though he knew he obviously survived his stomach still lurched as the dragon's tail smashed the boulder the younger him was hiding behind. Hearing a whooshing sound, Harry looked up to see his Firebolt flying towards the dream him. A strange sense of frustration filled him when he saw himself jump onto the broom and flee from the dragon. This feeling grew as he watched himself perform crazy aerial acrobatics trying to avoid the dragon's fire.

"STOP RUNNING AND KILL IT!"

Harry jumped when he realized what he had just shouted. Was he insane? Was too many years being chased by a psychopath turning him crazy? There was no way he could kill a fully grown dragon! Yet he couldn't deny this strong desire to pull out his wand and slay the dragon where it landed.

Suddenly in the distance, he heard the dragon crash and knew it had fallen for now. But as it fell it gave out one last mighty roar.

"DAANIK! ALDUIN SHALL FEAST ON YOUR BONES DOVAHKIIN!"

Harry felt like his jaw was going to become permanently unhinged if it kept dropping open in utter shock. But how had the dragon spoken English? And why hadn't it done so before?

"It's a dream. Just a dream, Harry, just a dream" For some reason there wasn't as much conviction behind it as there had been before.

The young wizard shook himself back to the present, surprised when he felt the familiar weight of his wand in his hand. That strong desire to kill the Horntail dragon had yet to die down and Harry suspected that's why his wand was at the ready. He had subconsciously been planning on slaying the dragon.

His dream self suddenly flew into view over to the nest where he grabbed the golden egg, distracting the real Harry from the bizarre sensations flowing through him. As Harry watched himself walk away with his prize a sound began to fill his ears. Harry looked towards the crowd but realized the slowly growing sound was a chorus of men chanting. The scenery around him began to dissolve as the men grew louder. With his blurring vision Harry was just barely able to make out what looked like a giant golden dragon flying towards him. The new dragon opened its ferocious maw, its booming voice echoing over all the lands, joining the chorus of men.

Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin
naal ok zin los vahriin
wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrk fin norok paal graan
fod nust hon zindro zaan
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!

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