The months wore on and Harry was not feeling so good. Ron refused to talk to him, and almost everyone in the school hated him for having evaded the rules of the Goblet somehow. However, he felt enraged that no one would believe that he hadn't put his name in. Only Hermione would listen to him. And to make things worse, Harry hadn't seen Emily since that night when he came to her in Dumbledore's office and told her about the dream. Every morning, Dumbledore sat at the staff table without her, and even though he hardly looked worried, Harry felt like something was very wrong.

The first task was fast approaching. Hagrid had already revealed to him that it was dragons, and even though he had the advantage of knowing, it did not reassure him much.

Soon, it was a mere week before. His heart was hammering inside his chest as he and Hermione spent countless hours in the library, searching.

"There has to be something Harry. They wouldn't have given you an undoable task," Hermione said.

Then, one day, Mad-eye Moody approached him in the halls.

"Come with me potter," he growled and Harry followed, unsurely.

In his office, Moody implied that Harry sit down. He did so.

"So potter, what's your plan?" Moody began.

"M-my plan…?" Harry stuttered.

"For your dragon boy!"

"Oh… um, well…" He had not expected moody to know about the task, but then he realized all the teachers must.

Moody's eye rolled around in its socket.

"Alright listen. Maxine and Karkaroff have probably already whipped something up for their champions, seeing as they aren't the most cunning. However, that doesn't mean you should underestimate them." He gave Harry a stare and he nodded, so Moody continued.

"Fleur is no princess, Mr. Diggory could turn a whistle into a watch by your age, and Krum, granted his head may be thick, Karkaroff's is not. They are going to play to their strengths…"

He let the word simmer in the air, like Harry was supposed to get something. But Harry just stared at Mad-eye, confused.

"What are your strengths, Potter?" Moody finally said.

"Oh!" Harry exclaimed, "Well…" Now that he thought about it, Harry realized he might not have any strengths. "I-I can fly, I guess."

"Good! That's good!"

"But professor, I'm not allowed a broom." Harry said.

"Yes potter, but you're aloud a wand," moody said. Then, Harry understood.

"A summoning charm!" said Harry aloud.

"You thought of it, not me." Mad-eye growled with a smile, "But potter, before you go, I have to ask you something."

Harry turned to mad-eye, his heart thumping with excitement now that he had a plan.

"You and Ms. Angeline have talked some, correct?" he inquired. Harry nodded. "Any idea as to where she might be?"

"No sir," Harry said with a shrug. He looked at mad-eye curiously. Why did he want to know where Emily was?

"Very well," said moody, unsatisfied. "Go."

Back in the common room, Harry and Hermione spent well into the night practicing summoning charms with Harry's Firebolt.

"I think you've got it Harry!" Hermione exclaimed with a beaming smile. Harry slept better that night than he had all month.

The faithful morning came, and Harry could not eat a single bite of breakfast.

"You need your strength Harry," Hermione insisted.

"I can't eat," he said, "I think I'm just going to go up and practice some more summoning charms."

But even back in the common room he couldn't concentrate. So he just sat in one of the armchairs until nine, and then headed down to the grounds where and anxious McGonagall was waiting.

"Into the tent potter," she said, "and good luck." Though, the look on her face did not comfort Harry at all.

Inside the tent, the four champions were either pacing, mumbling over there plan, or preforming the incantations that they were going to use. Harry resorted to pacing because sitting down proved impossible, and he couldn't concentrate whatsoever. Soon, a vivacious Ludo Bagman came into the tent, holding a small, brown bag, and smiling like Christmas had come early. When he opened it, smoke billowed out in spirals.

"Each one of you will be given a different type of the thing you will be facing today. Gather around in a circle please."

Each one of the contestants did so. Bagman was grinning excitedly. All of the champions stuck their hands in the bag, cringing a little and then pulling out a small model of the dragon they were going to face.

"And that leaves…" Bagman began.

"The horntail," Harry murmured.

"What's that Harry?" he asked.

"Oh, uh, nothing." Harry insisted, and reached his hand into the bag, pulling out a small Hungarian Horntail with the number four around its neck. It looked menacing even though it was only four inches tall.

"Good! Now at the sound of the canon-" Bagman began, but there was a loud bang, the tent shook violently, and there was a call of sorry somewhere from above. Bagman shrugged and implied for Diggory to exit the tent.

One by one, Harry watched each champion leave. He heard screams and shouts, and Bagman didn't help much with his commentary.

"Oh that was close! Don't worry though; I'm sure that can be sewed back on! A brilliant dodge! Oh, that looked like it hurt!"

Harry's palms were overflowing with sweat, no matter how many times he wiped them on his pants. Adrenaline pulsed through every vein in his body, and his pacing wore a trail into the ground of the tent.

"And now, Mr. Harry Potter!"

There was a mixture of different yells, but Harry could decipher them. Blood was pounding in his ears.

But then to Harry's delight, up in the top box sitting next to Dumbledore, was Emily. He saw her clearly through the crowd because her beauty was like a beacon of hope. With his head a bit clearer, he waved his wand.

"Accio Firebolt!" he yelled, and then he felt something hot.

The horntails fire had barely grazed the tips of his shoes before he darted behind a huge rock. He got a close up of it for the first time. Its yellow eyes looked murderous and its spiky tail swung around intimidatingly. It was sitting over a nest filled with eggs and one of them was bright gold.

Harry was turning the gears in his mind, wondering how he was going to obtain that egg, when out of the corner of his eye he saw his broom, zooming towards him from the castle. It came to a halt right in front of him. Harry heard wild screaming as he mounted it and pushed off. Bagman said something, but Harry could not make it out.

He began to swirl around the horntail, making large circles, careful to stay out of its range of fire. He then had an idea. He got closer and closer it, swirling around its head like an annoying fly. The horntail tried to fry him, but harry dodged the flames just in time. He continued to fly just out of reach for the dragons mighty jaws.

"Come on… come on…" harry murmured. The horntail began stretching its neck out, reaching for Harry, but he flew just a bit higher every time. Then, she rose off her hind legs the slightest bit. It was all Harry needed. Before the dragon knew what hit it, Harry ducked underneath the dragons legs, and scooped up the golden egg.

There were deafening screams all around him. People were on their feet applauding. Harry exhaled. He had done it. He looked over to Emily, who was smiling proudly, and clapping energetically. He was so happy she had decided to come back when she did.