So someone said they wanted to see another part of this. So here it is, fresh from my fanfic folder.


Neville was waiting for him at the front of the Castle. When he noticed the sword his eyes widened. "Where did you get that? And where can I get one?" He asked excitably.

Harry blinked as he was being shook and stuttered an answer out, "Room of Requirement." He stated, and watched as Neville left a trail of dust in his wake as he rushed of. "Strange…" He muttered before continuing towards Professor McGonagall, who was waiting for him.

The strict professor looked him over, noting the almost blonde hair and the sword on his back. "This way Mr. Potter. The others are already waiting in the tent."

Harry nodded and followed the older woman. She was honestly surprised at how resigned the boy looked. As if he had walked to his death multiple times before. But given his track record at Hogwarts he had more times than she would like to admit.

When they arrived at the tent she turned to him, "Good luck Potter, and keep your head on your shoulders." She stated before starting away. She paused only when he nodded and stated with a calmer than should be voice, "Thank you professor." She teared up slightly, seriously hoping that he would make it through the Task.

Harry entered the tent and moved to stand against the support beam with his arms crossed. He looked over at the other Champions and noted that they were all in varying degrees of worry. Fleur looked extremely worried and scared, as her face was pale and her breathing shallow. Cedric was forcing himself to steady his breaths and his heartbeat as he paced. Krum looked like he was constipated.

Harry smirked inwardly at that thought and turned to see Bagman come in, "Ah! Harry, make yourself at home!" Harry rose an eyebrow, indicating that he had made himself at home against the support. Bagman coughed lightly, "Right, well then, now that we are all here, I believe it's time to fill you all in about the Task." He ushered them into a group.

"When the audience has assembled, I'm going to offer each of you this bag," He held up a small purple silk bag and waved it slightly, "From which you each will draw a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different, err, varieties, you see. And I feel obligated to tell you something else, your task is to receive the golden egg!"

Harry glanced around to see that Cedric was pacing again and Fleur had paled even more. They all kept silent as the listened to the pounding of hundreds upon hundreds of pairs of feet passing the tent, their owners conversing among themselves excitedly, laughing, joking... Harry shook his head in irritation, it was like they were going to watch a Quidditch match instead of four teenagers going against dragons. And almost less than a second, Harry opened his eyes to see Bagman opening the neck of the purple silk sack.

'It's time…' Harry jerked in shock at the female voice that sounded around him and looked around. He blinked and saw the woman dressed in pink standing right in front of him with a smile on her face, 'Good luck.' With that she vanished. Harry shook his head and looked back to Bagman, noticing less than a second had passed.

"Ladies first." Bagman seemed so excited to send teens off to their probable death. Fleur didn't move so Harry came up behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry, you're a strong witch. You'll get through this." He stated, a serious look on his face as he did. Fleur looked at him, and noticed the color changes for the first time. Her face gained some color and she nodded.

She reached into the bag and drew out a miniature of a Welsh Green dragon with the number 2 hanging from its neck. She looked back at Harry and gave a slight smile when he nodded. Krum went next and drew out the Chinese Fireball with the number 3, followed by Cedric who drew the Swedish Short-Snout with the damning number 1 hanging from it. Harry carefully schooled his face into a calm mask but behind it he was frantically going over his calculation and plans, fitting them to the Hungarian Horntail that he pulled out. It snorted fire and stretched its wings as the number 4 dangled precariously from its neck.

"Well there you are!" Came the overly happy voice of Bagman, "You have each drawn the dragons you shall face in this Task, the order you will go in is the number you see around the model's neck. Now, I have to leave you in a minute as I am commentating. Mr. Diggory you are first, precede when the cannon sounds." Bagman then turned to Harry, "Now, Harry, can I have a word? Outside?" He asked.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "No." He stated simply before looking away from the man.

"Oh, alright, are you sure?" The old man asked.

Harry grit his teeth and glared at the man, making him squeak and hurry away. Harry stared after him and then huffed out a breath in annoyance.

"Well that was entertaining. If you had accepted his offer most would believe you would be cheating." Fleur stated in French, testing a theory she had come up with after seeing the younger magical reading a book in French.

"You would be correct, Fleur. But I don't need a gambler's help. I want to be able to do this without being slandered." He replied before watching Cedric leave. He called out to the older boy, making him turn, "Good luck Cedric." The Hufflepuff nodded.

In Harry's mind the Task went by faster than he would have liked and soon it was his turn. He stood from the bench and started towards the flap. He looked at his hand and clenched it into a fist, 'Right. Do my best and stay alive.' He thought before the cannon sounded and he walked through the flap.