Tinvaak with Dragons and a Marauder

21st of November, 1994. Monday

Maardaan looked down at the little mun. He held a lot of power in that small body. He'd snuck into their enclosure at some point before feeding time. At first she'd been ready to turn him into a crisp. She was irritable because she did not like this cold place. She hadn't though. Suthiiz had stopped her. The Short-Snout had vouched for him. He was something different. Not including the fact that he could speak in more than the silly bird's twitter that most mun used. He spoke like a proper dovah. It was a word that had filled her with pride. Dov, it had been lost to them for so long.

"What do they want with us in this staad, this place?" Neltoor asked.

Harry looked up at her. "Zu'u dreh ni mindok - I don't know," he said. "And no one will tell me. All I know is that each of you are going to face a mun, a human. One of them is me. I don't actually know what we are supposed to do. We are supposed to get past you somehow I think." He stood up and walked up to the Fireball. "We're, kiir, children. Will you please try not to hurt us too badly?" He turned to the rest. "I won't be able to use my Thu'um to battle with you properly."

"Thu'um young one?" Maardaan said.

Harry looked up at her. 'They don't know?' He breathed in. The keepers outside wouldn't notice. "Feim zii gron," he shouted. He shimmered and became ethereal. "This is a Thu'um," he said. "It is, lu, magic preformed by dovah."

"When you breathe, yol, fire or, izz, ice, it is, dovahlu, dragon magic," he said. "I guess you just can't hear it."

Suthiiz nodded slowly. "Kaan told me there was a change coming and a Dovahkiin was going to lead the way," she said. "He will help us see ways of old."

"If we forgot it maybe it was meant to stay forgotten," Sovenvild said finally joining the conversation. Her green scales were glowing softly.

"I'm not even sure I can teach you how to use Thu'um," Harry said. He looked out through the fence of the enclosure. One of the handlers was coming their way. He could clearly see her indigo-coloured hair past Maardaan. He moved up closer to Suthiiz and turned invisible. She didn't get all that close to them though. "I should probably get back to the castle," Harry said as he reappeared. "I will come back to see you again especially if I find anything else out in concerns to you. Pruzah vulon - goodnight." He walked out of the dragon pen and headed back up to the castle. He had to get back so he could talk to Sirius.

…

22nd of November, 1994. Tuesday

Harry was sitting in the common room. It was past midnight. He had finished an essay for Potions on plants used in memory potions. He was pretty sure Snape had given that to them just because he could. He packed it away and pulled his notes out. He shifted through them and found the ones concerning Potions.

"Harry!"

The raven looked up. 'Where?' he wondered. He lowered his notes. His godfathers head was hovering in the fireplace. 'O.K. that's weird,' he thought. "Hello Sirius," he said. He moved down closer to the fireplace. The Marauder looked better than Harry's somewhat faded memory of him could recall. "How are you doing?" he asked.

"Never mind me," Sirius said. "How are you doing?" He was a bit surprised. Harry seemed so calm. With everything that was going on he'd expected the teen to be a little more ruffled.

Harry shrugged. "I'm O.K. you know apart from the dragon that I have to get past in the first task of this stupid tournament," he said. "I can deal with Skeeter's stupid article and people being idiots I guess. You know I decided not to care about all the unimportant stupid shit. Ronald being a jerk. People just being on my case. Surviving this tournament is way more important." Harry sighed. "I have to figure out how to deal with the dragon."

"Yeah, a dragon we can deal with," Sirius said. "There is something else I want to talk to you about. We'll return to the dragons in a moment."

"What is it?" Harry asked. The man seemed worried about something.

"Karkaroff, he was a Death Eater. You know what the Death Eaters are, don't you?" Sirius said.

Harry closed his eyes. "With everything that has been going on," he said shaking his head. "I have heard about them but…"

"Oh, alright," Sirius said. "They were Voldemort's followers. They did a lot of horrible shit back during the war. Either way Karkaroff got caught. He was in Azkaban with me, but he got released. I'd bet everything that's why Dumbledore wanted an Auror at Hogwarts this year – to keep an eye on him. Moody caught Karkaroff last time around - put him in Azkaban."

Harry rubbed his forehead. "That's just great," he said. "How did he get out if he was one of Voldemort's followers?"

"He did a deal with the Ministry of Magic," Sirius said bitterly. "He said he'd seen the error of his ways, and then he named names … he put a load of other people in Azkaban in his place. He's not very popular in there. And since he got out, from what I can tell, he's been teaching the Dark Arts to every student who passes through that school of his. So watch out for the Durmstrang champion as well."

"I promise I'll be careful. I assume you think that Karkaroff might have put my name in the Goblet?" Harry said.

Sirius nodded. "It is very plausible," he said.

They kept talking for an hour or so. Sirius had opinions about all kind of things. One of which was that the attack on Moody before the start of the school year had been real. Harry wasn't sure what to say about that. The haggard man had been about to tell him how to deal with his dragon when Harry had heard footsteps coming down the stairs. "You better go," he told Sirius. "I can hear someone coming." He stood up and walked over to his bag.

It was Ronald. "Who were you talking to?" he asked.

Harry shrugged. "I don't see how that is any of your business," he said. He walked past the redhead and headed up the stairs to their dormitory. He really needed some sleep.

As he lay down beneath the crimson bedspreads, he placed his hands over his face. Katla. Ra'shall. Rhavaniel. Kyne he missed them. He slipped into his mindscape. He wouldn't make them appear in there. It would just be harmful to himself. All he would get was a sliver of who they were.

The next morning Dumbledore sat down by his desk with a sigh. The Dursleys were fine, but the wards were gone. He would have to figure something out in regards to that. How had the wards just fallen? He didn't understand. It shouldn't have happened. Young Harry had to stay safe. He looked down at the papers on his desk. He had so many other things he had to do. With everything concerning the tournament going on, he couldn't spare time right now.

…

While Dumbledore was trying to catch up on his paper work, Harry looked down at his mage robes. He really needed more clothes. He also needed to figure out some way for cleaning his clothes. First things first though. He had to get more clothes. There had to be somewhere down in Hogsmeade that sold robes. 'I can't just walk down there as Harry Potter though,' he thought. He shook his head. He'd have to figure something out.

He made his way down to the Great Hall. It was early still so there weren't all that many people around. He had History first thing that morning. He was going to try this time. If he came to the conclusion that Binns was impossible, then he would self study. He was not going to waste his time anymore. His gaze travelled over to the Hufflepuff table. Cedric didn't know about the dragons. 'Should I tell him?' he wondered. Cedric was the real champion. 'Why the hell not?' he thought.

He stood up from the table and walked after the brown-haired teen as the boy left the Hall. He caught up to him. "Excuse me Cedric could I have a word?" he asked.

"Piss off Potter."

"Are you going to start…"

Cedric raised a hand and stopped his friends from continuing. "Sure," he said with a shrug.

"It's about the first task," Harry said. He gave the others a pointed look. "They've got four dragons just past the treeline of the forest. I'm guessing its one for each champion. I don't know what they want us to do with them though."

Cedric looked panicked for a moment before his gaze went suspicious. "Why are you telling me this?" he asked.

"You're the real Hogwarts champion," Harry said. "I'm going to compete because I have to. I don't actually care about winning."

"Yeah, right."

Harry turned to the guy. "Do you realise just how childish you sound right now?" he asked. "This and spewing Skeeters article back at me. I didn't want to be involved in this bullshit to begin with. I am famous already. I have enough money to make it just fine. You know dead parents and all."

Cedric swallowed thickly. "I…" he fell silent. 'Really it isn't like it will hurt me to believe him,' he thought. 'If he's lying to me then I know enough to handle myself, and if he isn't then he did help me.' He looked back at the raven. "Thanks Potter," he said.

Harry smiled at him. "You're welcome," he said. He backed off a few steps. "Have a nice day." He headed out of the Great Hall, made his way up the Grand Staircase and headed down the corridor to the History classroom. He walked in and sat down, pulling his copy of A History of Magic up. He started reading. He didn't place the book down until Binns started talking and about halfway through class he raised the book again. The ghost was so boring. He just couldn't learn from that man. Thankfully Hermione was too occupied with her own work to notice his notes which he was writing in dovahzul again.

"You didn't fall asleep this time," Hermione said.

Harry chuckled. "Yeah, I guess," he said.

"So what did Snuffles say?" the brunette asked.

"He warned me about Karkaroff. Apparently the man was a Death Eater," Harry said. "He told me that there is an easy spell to deal with dragons, but Ronald made ruckus in the stairs so he had to leave before he could tell me what the spell was."

"That's not good. I haven't found anything like that in the books," Hermione said.

They made their way down to Transfiguration. "I'll look into it this afternoon while you have Ancient Runes," Harry said.

"O.K."

They sat down for class. Harry looked up to the front of the classroom. This was going to be interesting. He had to somehow illusion what they had to do now. He needed training with it though because that was how he was going to deal with wizarding magic from now on.

He managed. It wasn't easy but he managed before the end of the lesson, and he'd made it believable enough to fool McGonagall.

…

"See you later," Harry told Hermione before she headed off to Ancient Runes. He didn't go to the library though. He had figured out how to deal with his Hogsmeade dilemma. He made his way up to the Gryffindor tower. He couldn't just walk out looking like Harry Potter, but he had changed enough that most people wouldn't recognise him if he just walked out looking like him and not the illusioned-fourteen year-old. He didn't want to meet anyone that might see through that though. But he could change his hair and eye colour. He stopped in front of the mirror in their bathroom. The glamour necklace came off and he looked at his true appearance. He was glad that the glasses were a part of the illusion.

He closed his eyes. He was going to do something he was familiar with. He had toyed with the idea before but never done it. His breathing slowed as he concentrated. When he opened his eyes again they were amber not bright green. His hair had lightened to brow. Colourwise he now looked like Katla's son. "Kato," he whispered. It was a name that Katla had once told him she would have liked to use for a son – before she had realised she would never have children of her own. He would use it now though. He'd figure a last name out later.

He put the necklace back on so he looked like a fourteen-year-old Harry Potter once again. He would sneak through one of the hidden tunnels out to Hogsmeade. He didn't bother with the cloak.

"Potter now where might you be heading?"

Harry turned around. It was Professor Moody. "Professor," he said politely.

"Come with me Potter," the grey haired man said.

Harry raised an eyebrow, but he followed the man over to his office.

"You are a decent kid Potter," Moody said as he sat down next to his desk. "Sit down."

Harry sat and looked around the office. It was filled with a number of strange objects. Some emitted a power field others seemed to be just regular objects, but something told him that the magic in those objects had to be activated for them to work.

"Like my Dark detectors, do you?" Moody asked.

Harry nodded. "They are interesting," he said. "But I doubt you asked me in here to talk about those, sir."

"True, true you are a sharp one." He leaned back. "So you found out about the dragons, did you?"

"I did," Harry said. "People keep telling me not to wander around but," he shrugged, "I can't help it. They… they are pretty terrifying."

"Cheating's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and always has been."

"That makes sense," Harry said. "I figured that since I'm so far behind I could use some extra information."

"But you told Diggory."

"Sure, he's representing Hogwarts as well. Why not give him a bit of a head start too."

"And that's why you're a decent kid, laddie" Moody said. "So… got any ideas how you're going to get past your dragon yet?"

"Not really," Harry said.

"Well, I'm not going to tell you. I don't show favouritism, me. I'm just going to give you some good general advice. And the first bit is – play to your strengths."

'I'd love to do that – but I can't because people will go nuts, and I don't want them to know,' Harry thought. He leaned back. 'O.K. what are strengths he would have seen or heard of that could help me get past.' He looked up at Moody. "I could fly," he said. "All I need is a way to get a hold of my broom." He stood up. "Thank you," he said. "Is there something else you need Professor?"

Moody waved him out. "Go get yourself prepared," he said.

Harry walked out of the office and continued on his way. He reached the one-eyed witch and pulled the Marauders' map out. He opened it up and activated it. 'Ah, that's it,' he thought. "Dissendium," he said as placed hand on the witch's hump. It opened up, and he stepped through. He pulled the necklace off and started walking. The tunnel seemed shorter now. He guessed it had more to do with him being used to walking long distances than the tunnel shortening though.

He reached the stairs and headed up. He slipped out of Honeydukes using Illusions. He disappeared between buildings and became visible. It was so long since he'd been in town that it took him a little while to find Gladrags Wizardwear. He was so glad that he always had some money with him to Hogwarts. He walked inside. He looked around as he walked further in.

"Welcome to Gladrags my name is Marybeth. Can I help you with something?" a honey-blond haired woman said.

Harry turned to her with a smile. "I'm … actually what I would really want is copies of the robes I'm wearing is that possible?" he asked.

"Is this the only set you have young man?" she asked.

Harry nodded. "Unfortunately, I lost my luggage and all my clothes…" he said.

"Oh, that is horrible," Marybeth said. "Of course I can help you. We'll have to find something else for you to wear in the meantime though." She walked off and came back with a floor long front open robe. "Could you change to this?" she asked. She pointed to a change booth. "You can go in there."

"Thank you," Harry said. He walked in and pulled his robes off he placed them in a pile and wrapped himself up in the robe the woman had handed him. He picked the robes up and walked outside. "Here," he said and held them out. "How much will this cost?" he asked.

"Oh, that depends on how many sets you want," Marybeth said. "It should be about two Galleons seven Sickles a set."

Harry nodded. He opened his pouch up and looked into it. He could buy five sets or so. Five sounded good. He let Marybeth know and she smiled at him. He watched her get to work. She was amazing. She basically copied the way his robes were made and then she asked his about colours before she just cut the pieces out. They were sewed together quickly and he was standing there with five sets of College type mage robes. He paid for them and chatted a bit with Marybeth before leaving the store. He walked over to the bookstore and checked it out. He found a couple of books that he really wanted. He couldn't afford all of them right then and there though. He did pick up a book on Modern Magical History just for fun.

…

Before dinner Harry and Hermione sat together. He was trying to figure out how to long-range fake a summoning charm. He could do it short range. As far as Hermione was concerned he was doing fine. It was just that he was using telekinesis not an Accio. Telekinesis was not going to work long-range. He might be able to figure out a Thu'um though. 'And I'll place the broom closer than the darn tower,' he thought.

"Do you really think this will work?" Hermione asked.

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I think so," he said. "I'm going to go out and make sure I have a good hold of things, but I'm good on the broom so it should be alright."

Hermione smiled. "O.K. I'm going to do some Ancient Runes homework that we got earlier," she said. "Don't be out for too long."

"I won't I promise," Harry said. He headed out with his Firebolt. He flew out over the forest and dived down amongst the trees. He placed his broom down and then he started running. Eventually he stopped. "Siiv vuuk orofaal," he whispered as he concentrated on his broom. He smirked as he heard it come flying through the air. "Geh!" he exclaimed. He caught the broom. Now he just had to cast a fake Accio at the same time as he summoned the broom with his Thu'um – while he prayed to Kyne that no one would realised what was going on. He had made his own Thu'um. Paarthurnax had told him he could do it, but he'd never tried before. Siiv - find, vuuk - item, orofaal - regain. He wasn't sure it would work with items that he didn't own. But if he wanted to take something from someone when he was facing them he could just use Telekinesis.

He tried a few more times before he travelled over to the dragon pen again. Amazingly the massive mother dragons there didn't mind him getting close to their eggs. He guessed it had something to do with his dragon soul and him understanding them. He let them know that he wouldn't be able to talk to them during the tournament. He also told them how he would be dealing with things. All of the winged ladies seemed to agree with his choice of method. It wouldn't hurt any of them. "I will see you again soon," Harry said before leaving.