A/N: I realise I have not updated for a very long time (over two months I think), and I really am truly sorry for that. This time of the year, (especially November), is always very busy for me. While I've been away, in no particular order, I have: been to an Evanescence concert at Wembley (9th November- nearly cried at the end) and went to see Breaking Dawn part 2 and surprisingly liked it (I'm not much of a Twilight fan, and I had my doubts about the film.) While there, I met two awesome girls, Molly and Lori (hi if you're reading this!). I've also celebrated my birthday (I'm 15 now), and I have also had tons of exams and tests at school (oh joy!) Having said all of that, I hope you like this chapter! Also, I would like to give a special thank you to 'TheEpicDragonRider' for making it possible for me to be able to update more frequently. So, thank you!
Listening to Love Bites (So Do I) by Halestorm
The scene starts with the same jaunty piano music as before, and the camera zooms into Severus Snape's face.
Snape: The Hogwarts Champions shall now enter the champions' tent in preparation for the first task.
Harry: Man, I can't believe I gotta skip lunch period for this stupid task.
"Harry! Out of all the things you could be worried about, it's the fact that you miss lunch?!"
"HERMIONE! It's not me, okay," Harry protested, sending a glare to his best friend.
"Anyway, missing lunch was the least of your worries, right Harry?" Ron asked.
"Yes, of course it was. Don't know how you would have survived, Ron. Lunch is vital to your well being." Harry said, smirking at his ginger buddy.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Ron asked.
"Just the fact that you may be slightly more concerned about food than the rest of us, Ronald," Hermione said, grinning.
Hermione: Okay Harry, today's the day, the day you fight the dragon. Now, did you read those notes that I wrote for you on dragons?
Harry: No.
"Of course you wouldn't. Harry, why don't you ever listen to what I say? It may actually come in handy some time, you know!" Hermione asked, feeling quite upset that her best friend never seemed to listen to what she had to say.
"Hermione, this is not an accurate portrayal of any of us! I do listen to you, Ron does not spend all of his time eating, you don't have to do everything for us, and Ginny isn't as much of an idiot as we are led to believe she is! Hermione, you are amazing and clever, so of course I would listen to you!" Harry said, amazed that his best friend would think such things.
"Oh, Harry! Thank you so much! You are actually one of the best friends, I have ever had!"
"No problem, Hermione. No problem whatsoever."
Hermione: What, why not?
Harry: Are you kidding me, they were so boring.
Hermione glared at Harry for this, wondering why on earth she was friends with that idiot.
Hermione: So you didn't read them, you didn't prepare at all, you're not prepared at all?
Harry: Well no, but at least I have my wand…um, I brought my-
Hermione: Here.
Harry: Hey. -Nose tap- You're the best.
"Please, don't ever do that again. I don't like it." Hermione stated.
"Sorry Hermione," Harry said, glad to see that his friend had cheered up, at least a little.
"No problem Harry. I know it is not really you saying that," Hermione reassured Harry.
Hermione: Harry, just please don't die today. I don't wanna see my best friend get eaten by a dragon.
Harry: Hey, just relax okay. Save the tears for my funeral."How is that supposed to cheer me up? Harry, you have one heck of a weird way to make people feel better about everything!" Hermione cried out.
"Hermione, I would never say that in real life, okay?" Harry retorted.
Ron was starting to feel slightly annoyed at the amount of conversation that Harry and Hermione were having. To be honest, it was making him feel left out and unappreciated. He glared at Hermione and Harry for this although, of course, they didn't notice him.
Cedric: So tell me more about this Pigfarts, I find it to be very interesting.
Draco: Well, while you're there you have to wear your spacesuit at all times because there's no atmosphere on Mars. So, if a single docking bay door opens, you'll probably die.
Cedric: My, how dreadful.
Draco: Well, the good news is, if you're a good enough student, Rumbleroar lets you ride around on his back.
Cedric: And he's the Headmaster Lion?
Draco: Who can talk.
"That Rumbleroar dude sounds awesome! Professor, have you ever considered wearing a lion hat and telling everyone that you are from Mars and you are actually the Headmaster of Pigfarts?" Lee Jordan enquired, actually sounding quite serious in his questioning.
Albus Dumbledore gave Lee Jordan a weird look when he said that, wondering how on earth the Gryffindor had been able to know what he had been thinking.
"No. Of course I haven't!" the old man replied.
Cedric: Oh, well hello, Harry, how are you feeling today?
Harry: Hey Cedric, trying to stay positive.
Cedric: Well good, I'm a fine day myself. Miss Granger.
Hermione: Hello.
Cho: Sugar Pie!
"Bloody hell! Could they even be any cringier than that?" Ron exclaimed.
"Of course they could. Don't be so ridiculous Ronald." Hermione replied, glaring at her ginger friend.
Cedric: My darling. Was that a kiss for good luck?
Cho: No, that was being so cotton-picking cute! This one's for good luck.
Harry: I hate that guy.
"Don't be so rude, Harry!" Ginny said.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ginny. I honestly didn't mean to be so rude, I swear!" Harry replied.
Ginny rolled her eyes, and said "Yeah, whatever. I believe you."
Hermione: It's okay Harry, you're gonna be great.
Dumbledore: Hello-AH! God Granger, I thought you were a boggart. I'm terrified of those things. And what the hell are you doing in the champions' tent, get out of here. Ten more points!
"Professor, I thought you used to be a Gryffindor. Why do you keep taking points from us then?" Ginny Weasley questioned.
"As we have reminded each other all day, this is NOT an accurate portrayal of ANY of us," the wise old man replied.
Ginny looked slightly embarrassed at even asking that question, and a blush rose on her cheeks.
"Sorry sir," she said, the blush slightly fading from her cheeks.
The Headmaster just smiled.
"No problem, Miss Weasley," he replied.
Harry: Thanks Hermione!
Dumbledore: Are you kids ready to fight a dragon? Of course not, you're just children. What the hell I'm thinking?
"Yes Albus." Mrs Weasley began threatingly. "What exactly were you thinking?"
Strangely enough, Dumbledore chose not to comment.
Outside of this tent are thousands upon thousands of screaming fans. They'll either be cheering for you or the dragon, but either way they're gonna be making some kind of noise.
"Okay, who was cheering for the dragon here?!" Harry exclaimed.
Draco Malfoy at least had the decency to look ashamed.
Astoria Greengrass didn't look surprised in the least. Of course, she was probably expecting it.
So, in order for the selection process to be fair, I am going to randomly select a card-board cut-out sized version of the dragon you will competing. For you Cedric, Puff the Magic Dragon.
Hermione, the rest of the muggleborns, Harry and Dean Thomas all laughed at the song reference. Many others were left confused, until Hermione shouted "MUGGLE SONG!"
Figment the Imaginary Dragon –hands to Cho-,
"At least my dragon will be easy to fight," Cho mused quietly.
The Reluctant Dragon –hands to Draco-,
"Reluctant of what exactly? Fighting? Because I'll be fine with that." Draco asked, feeling slightly disgusted.
And for you Potter, the Hungarian Horntail, the most terrifying you've ever seen your whole life!
"Oh, that's just typical! Give everyone else easy dragons, and I'm left with the most vicious dragon that has possibly ever existed," Harry exclaimed in disbelief.
If there are no more complaints than I'll-
Harry: Wait, wait, hold on a second! This is terrifying; those are the cutest things I've ever seen.
Dumbledore: -gestures to Pigment the Imaginary Dragon- This thing is horrifying, just use your imagination. Disapparate!
"'Just use your imagination'! That is the most stupid piece of advice I have ever heard in my life." Minerva McGonagall said this to her boss with the hint of a smile on her face.
Ron: My god, this competition's gonna suck all these dragons are wimps. Accio Double-Stuff.
Look at that one-OH MY GOD, MONSTER!
Is that yours?
Harry: Yeah.
Ron: Oh my god, it's awesome can I hold it? -takes dragon- Oh my god, this thing is terrifying; I hope the real thing is smaller. Argh! Ferocious, what are you gonna do?
"I don't know, Ron. I honestly don't know." Harry said.
"Well, it's just a good thing that I'm not fighting the dragon instead of you." Ron replied.
Harry: I don't know, I'm not cut out for this-
Hermione: Ron, Ron you can't be in here, this is the champions' tent!
Snape: Miss Granger, what the devil are you doing in the champions' tent? Ten points from Gryffindor.
Ron: Ugh.
Harry: Thanks Hermione.
Ron: Thanks Hermione.
"Thanks Hermione!" Fred and George chorused. Hermione raised her eyebrows at them and glared.
Ron: Hey, good luck buddy. Bye Snape.
Snape: Bye.
"Aww, ickle Ronniekins has a new friend," Bill teased, smirking at his youngest brother.
Snape glared at the oldest Weasley child, but didn't say anything.
Cedric Diggory, now is your chance to face your dragon.
Cedric: Alright fellas, wish me luck.
Cho: I believe in you.
Cedric: That's all I needed to hear.
Cho looked a little sad at the mention of her deceased boyfriend, but neglected to speak up.
Harry: Malfoy, tell you what, I'll let you switch dragons with me. I'll give you the chance to switch dragons with me; I'll give you that opportunity.
"Really?" Draco asked, sounding a little surprised.
Tell you what, don't worry about it.
"Oh, that makes more sense," Draco said, glaring at his sworn enemy.
Malfoy: Um, let think about…no.
Harry: Come on, I'll give you my Gushers.
Malfoy: Oh no, no, I have a Fruit by the Foot, I don't want Gushers.
"What are these 'Gushers' and 'Fruit by the Foot' things?" Ron asked.
"They are Muggle sweets. I'd have thought you would have known that Ronald, what with your love for food and everything," Hermione replied.
Ron looked a little downtrodden that Hermione thought his life revolved around food. Hermione saw Ron's downcast expression and moved closer to him.
"Ron," she whispered into his ear. "I don't really think that your life revolves around sweets. If it did, you would be remarkably overweight, and you are not. I love you just the way you are."
Ron smiled at his girlfriend, his heart lifting at her kind words.
"Thank you Hermione," he replied. "I love you too."
Snape: Cho Chang, your dragon a waits.
Cho: Well, I can't imagine this would be very hard.
Snape: Then I imagine it won't be.
Harry: Come on, tell you what, I'll throw in my Teddy Grams with the Gushers, you can make little Gusher-Teddy Gram sandwiches.
Draco: Alright, you throw in that pack of Bugles and you got yourself a deal.
Harry: Absolutely not.
"You idiot, Harry! You just decided to fight the hardest dragon because you didn't want to give away some sweets!" Ginny Weasley exclaimed.
Snape: Draco Malfoy…
Harry: Professor Snape, is there any way that I can, I don't know, forfeit or switch dragons or even just take the day off?
*Snape starts pouring tomato ketchup onto Harry*
Harry: What are you doing?
Snape: I'm protecting you Potter. Welsh Green Backs can't stand the taste of Heinz tomato ketchup.
Harry: But I'm not fighting a Welsh Green Back, I'm fighting a Hungarian Horntail.
Snape: Oh, well silly me, Heintz tomato ketchup is what Hungarian Horntails love best of all. *Takes the cardboard cut out away*
Snape: There you go Potter. *Snape leaves.*
Harry: What?
"Oh, thank you so much Professor!" Harry said sarcastically.
Severus Snape smirked and said, "Nothing less than what you deserve, Potter."
Dumbledore: And now Harry Potter will fight the terrifying Hungarian Horntail, the most terrifying thing you'll ever see your whole life. It should be noted that this particular dragon has not been fed in two weeks.
"Sir, they were fed in the actual competition, right?" Harry asked nervously.
"Yes, of course they were. Charlie, you and the rest of the dragon handlers did remember to feed the dragons, didn't you?" Dumbledore queried.
"Ummm, I think so," the second eldest Weasley answered.
At the shocked look on Harry's face, he quickly said, "Of course we did feed them, Harry. If we didn't feed them, I would most likely not have a job anymore."
Harry looked very reassured at this.
Hermione: Come on Harry.
Ron: Harry! Woo!
Harry: AHHH!
*everyone screams as dragon bites Harry*
Harry: Oh my god, uh, uh, uh, Accio Guitar!
"SINGING! That's your big plan to defeat the dragon? With SINGING?!" Ginny and Hermione both yelled.
"Calm down. I didn't really sing!" Harry said, defending himself.
*Singing* Hey Dragon, you don't gotta do this. Let's re-evaluate our options, throw away our old presumptions 'cause really you don't gotta go through with this. I'm really not that special, the Boy-Who-Lived is only flesh and bone.
The truth is in the end, I'm pretty useless without friends; in fact I'm alone. I spend my time at school trying to be this cool guy I never even asked for. I don't know any spells, still manage to do well, but there's only so long that can last for. I'm living off the glory of a stupid children's story that I had nothing to do with. I just sat there and got lucky.
"Awww, Harry! You never told us this." Hermione said this with fresh tears glistening in her brown eyes.
"Hermione, it's fine. Really," Harry reassured her, leaning over to hug her. Hermione clutched at Harry's shirt as her sobs rattled through the hall. Ron and Ginny joined in with the hugging, and there was soon a mass of bodies hugging each other.
Harry: So level with me buddy, I can't defeat thee, so please don't eat me.
"Good rhyming, Harry!" Fred grinned.
Harry smiled at Fred, and even Hermione managed to smile slightly through her tears.
Harry: All I can do is sing this song for you, la-la-la-la-la!
Dragon: La-la-la-la-la!
Harry: La-la-la-la-la!
Dragon: La-la-la-la-la!
Harry: La-la-la-la-la!
Dragon: La-la-la-la-la!
Both: La-la-la-la-la!
Harry: You never asked to be a dragon. I never asked to be a champion! We both just jumped on this bandwagon, when all we need is guitar jammin'.
"Mr. Potter, have you ever considered joining the school choir? We could certainly use a singer like you in there," Professor Flitwick asked.
Harry looked at his Charms teacher and just laughed.
"Me! Seriously?! I am awful singer! That's not me singing anyway!" Harry protested admist laughter from the entire hall. Even his Charms teacher was laughing.
Harry: So la-la-la-la-la!
Dragon: La-la-la-la-la!
Harry: La-la-la-la-la!
Dragon: La-la-la-la-la…
Harry: Goodnight Dragon. 1-2-3 I beat the dragon!
"Woo! Go Harry! WE KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!"
The entire Weasley family shouted their support for Harry, and soon the whole hall was cheering, even the Professors.
Ron: Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
And to one person's upmost surprise, even Draco Malfoy was cheering quietly. Astoria Greengrass, sitting at the Gryffindor table, had seen Draco's cheering. And as the rest of the Hall was cheering, Astoria whispered to herself, "I knew he wasn't all bad."
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Hope you all had a marvellous Christmas! If you don't celebrate Christmas, I hope you had an awesome Tuesday! Thank you for all the reviews and follows and favourites, it really means a lot to me! I hope I'll see you all very soon! BYE!
Listening to Amy Says by Flyleaf
