A/N: Welcome to chapter Juu (ten). Last chapter Harry found out that the first challenge was dragons. He's almost certain of his failure. Okay…TO THE DRAGONS!

DRAGONS!

The next day Harry walked up to Cedric and his friends.

"Oh Potter, you stink!" some of them said, a few others said things similar.

"Can I talk to you?" he asked his upper classman.

"Yeah." he said sheepishly and walked to the side with Harry.

"Dragons."

"What?"

"That's the first task, dragons."

"You've got to be joking."

"They've got one for each of us."

"And Fluer and Krum, do they know?" Fluer was the champion from Beauxbatons and Krum was the champion from Durmstrang.

"Yeah." Harry nodded.

"Oh…okay."

Harry started to walk off, "Hey, thanks." he nodded again and hurried away.

~later~

"DRAGONS?!" Hermione was having a fit. She was obviously scared for her friend. "Okay, you got any ideas?" she asked, her large brown eyes pleading.

"Well, Moody pulled me aside and talked to me. He said something about my broom. But I'm not allowed a broom." his voice was strained with frustration. It was clear that the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was only trying to help; even though the rules forbid it. All it managed to do was confuse the boy more.

Hermione's eyes lit up with excitement. "Remember that charm we were working on? Before the tournament started?"

Before the tournament started? That was when he was with the potion's professor. He hadn't been able to keep his mind on anything else other then Snape all year. "No." he said annoyed.

"The Accio charm? Well, you weren't exactly 'there' you always seemed off in some other world." Hermione sighed and stopped her pacing to flop down in a chair by the fire. They were in the Gryffindor common room after everyone was in bed.

"The summoning charm? I remember it now. I also remember I wasn't very good at it."

"But you do remember? That's okay, I'll be happy to tutor you. We'll work on it until the day of the challenge."

"Thanks for volunteering." Harry chuckled. He stood up and pulled his wand out. "Okay 'professor' teach me." A bright smile crossed his tired features.

They had practiced, every free moment they had. And when the day came for Harry to face his death, he had only managed to summon a text book from across the room.

Hermione sighed, "well let's just hope it's good enough." she said before departing.

Harry now stood in the tent with the other "champions" listening to Crouch tell them what their objective was. Harry had drawn out the most terrifying of the dragons with a number four around its neck. He waited until every contestant had taken their turn, he was a bundle of nerves.

He heard Dumbledore's voice say his name and he made his way into the arena. He saw the bleachers packed with students and teachers; which only added onto his nervousness. It was enough that he was going to be mauled by a dragon, but did he have to have an audience?

He looked around and saw only rocks and a large golden egg. He was reminded oddly of a muggle movie called Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Where there were geese that laid golden eggs. Harry chuckled sarcastically. Because this was not a cheery kid's movie, this was waiting to be eaten by a protective fire-breathing dragon.

Speaking of which, he couldn't find it anywhere. Some beast, this might be easier then he thought. Harry smirked and walked forward towards his prize.

Suddenly a large horned tail crashed the boulder he was standing next to. Harry dived in the shadows behind another rock and tried to calm his frantic breathing. He heard the familiar hysterical scream of the bushy haired friend.

"YOUR WAND HARRY! USE YOUR WAND!" He looked up and saw her on the front row next to Ron and Ginny.

A large figure loomed in his view. The dragon opened its mouth wide. A jet of fire, aimed straight at Harry, shot through the air. He could hear gasps from the audience and he ducked back to safety.

He pulled out his wand and concentrated. "ACCIO FIRE-BOLT!!!" he shouted, and stuffed it back in his pocket. All there was now was to wait, and hope he survived. It wasn't a long wait. He looked over the crowd to see a tiny dot in the sky getting steadily larger. He sprinted from his hiding place and ran along the wall, just as the tail crushed the rock he was hiding behind. Fire jetted after him and he jumped off a rock landing safely on his broom.

And he was flying. In the air out of range from the monster's fiery breath. He heard the cheering and irruption of applause. His eyes scanned the crowd until he found the teachers. His green eyes locked with obsidian ones, before the potion's professor turned away. Harry redirected his attention to the dragon who was flying right at him.

Harry gained even more latitude but when the beast snapped its chain and flew even faster towards the boy; its jaws snapping, Harry turned full round and sped away.

At least he didn't have an audience anymore. But now he was completely at the mercy of the dragon. He could only hope he was faster.

Harry flew around the astronomy tower and looked behind him. The dragon was gone. Did he really out fly the thing? It seemed too good to be true.

All of a sudden he heard a loud roar in front of him and turned just in time to see fire engulf the area in front of him. Harry jumped in surprise and pulled up on his broom too quickly.

He went tumbling down the side of the tower and landed on a window. He grabbed the edge just before falling to his death. He tried to gain footing but ended up destroying the timeless window ceil. He looked up and noticed his broom was hooked just above him, he also noticed that the dragon had latched itself to the roof. It was roaring and snapping, its tail flung around cutting the air.

Harry sucked in a breath and reached for his fire-bolt. It was then that the dragon had decided to make its move as well. It started to crawl towards the fourth year.

After a long moment of struggling Harry finally managed to free his broom. But doing so he lost his grip and fell towards the hard, solid ground, that seemed to welcoming him hungrily.

In a flash Harry had his broom under him and he was in flight again. Fire caught the end of his broom turning the tips to ash, while the dragon took off after her prey. Harry had to choice quickly. He flew through the arched bridge with as much speed as he could. The dragon could not fit through the small space and did not have enough time to pull out of the way. The monster crashed into the stones and fell, feeding the ground in Harry's place.

A/N: That was chapter Juu (ten) please review! Next we'll see the Yule Ball, and how will Severus Snape deal with a new emotion? Could it be…jealousy?