I dont own Harry Potter or Campione!
Talking
Loud Noises
thinking
(Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch)
"Great, just great."
Those were the thoughts currently running through a young wizards head.
"Who in the bloody hell would volunteer for this? Fame? Glory? Money? I just want to get the hell out of here! Who thought that leaving a 14-year-old to face a dragon was a good ideal?!"
"ANNNDDD STAAAARRRT!" A loud voice ringed through the stadium.
"Yeah, right." Harry Potter mumbled under his breath.
He knew that the instant that he stepped out of the tent that he was way over his head. The once beautiful quidditch pitch that was always full of bright clipped green grass was now reduced to what looked like a barren wast land. Harry could feel the hard dirt under his feet that felt as if it had been there for centuries. And, if that wasn't enough to change the feeling of the arena, then the 15 ft boulders sure did the trick. Thank Merlin Wood wasn't here to see this, he would be crying his eyes out.
"Well," Harry thought, "I could always use those rocks as shields."
A small comfort to be sure, but hey he'll take it.
But looking around and staring at the changed field was not going to solve Harry's problem. Hoping beyond hope that if he didn't think about the large Hungarian Horntail( or as he liked to call the dragon- "IT"), then "IT" would not be here. Though he know out of sight, out of mind did not mean out of the area.
"Maybe I could just forfeit?" Harry wondered. "I still participated, so that counts right?"
But the trouble was that he had no clue what that damn cup considered as rules. Would backing out be against it? Wait, was there even a rule book? If so then where the BLOODY HELL IS IT!?
"Just breath Harry, just breath."
Harry looked straight ahead over the rocks and could see a giant form looking around. Yeah right, like that was just going to disappear. Harry took a moment to straiten out his shoulders, hoping that his posture would bring out the courage that he so desperately wanted right now. He thought about his next move and how it would work. He started going over the plan in his head over and over. It was so simple. Run, duck, summon, and pray. If there was just one sentience that would define this hole week, then it would surely be that. Run, duck, summon, and pray.
Just now locating a boulder that was just the right hight and close by, Harry was now ready to put this weeks motto in to full use. With a sudden movement that was given no signal, The-boy-who-lived launched himself to rock that jutted out of the ground like sharp tower. I was easily one of the biggest in the arena and by the scorch marks around it showed that he was not the only one who thought it was a good place to start.
Harry fumbled with his wand as the Hungarian Horntail let out a mighty roar, rattling his nerves. With movement from a week of practice he yelled out the summoning charm as loudly as he could.
"ACCIO FIREBOLT!"
And now pray.
He could hear "IT" walking closer, having seen him running and shouting his spell. Each step sent his body in to a shaking mess. The pounding feet on the hard earth made even the pebbles jump up from the ground.
"So this is how it is to be hunted." Thought Harry. "And I thought Dudley was bad."
Feeling the beast was right upon him, Harry prepared to jump and roll to another boulder.
But then, "IT" stopped.
No, that wasn't the right word. I didn't just stop, "IT" started to back away from his rock very slowly. Mustering a little courage, Harry looked around the boulder to see what "IT" was up to.
It was strange, the beast was definitely backing away. And if that wasn't enough "IT" was also looking around franticly. As if it was trying to locate some unknown force. Harry just stood there at the unbelievable sight in front of him. What could make a dragon show fear?
"It seems that my prey knows that death is near!" Said a loud arrogant voice behind Harry's back which caused him to jump and turn around as fast as possible.
The man in front of his was strange, for wizards and muggles. He had long blonde hair that reached his shoulders that seemed to wave in some unknown wind that was not blowing. His face was handsome and was sure to make any girl blush. His red eyes showed a type of superiority and arrogance that seem to enhance his looks. He wore a pure white cloak that seemed to make any shadow run away of fear. There seemed to be a bow and quiver on his back like it was the most natural thing in the world. But the one that set him a part from anybody else that Harry had met was his expression. Oh, he seen other people wear it plenty of time. Wood about to shake hands with the opposing teams captain. Hermione about to take a test. Ron about to play him in wizard chess. But never, never had he seen that face being directed towards a dragon.
Who is this guy?
AN/
I came up with this idea from reading "Deity Slayer" by Merchant Prince! Hopefully he will see this and continue his story!
Yeah, I know that this story is short. To tell you the truth Im not a writing type of guy. I would rather read then write, but I just had this stroy in my head that needed to come out. I'll try to continue it to the best of my ability, but it might not happen.
