A/N: Not really sorry about update speed, drama is really difficult to handle and I'm a smart mouth. Let's do this!!

After weeks of preparation for whatever the task might be, Danny stood in the Champions' Tent for the First Task. He waited by the side as Harry joined the group. He hadn't really talked to the Hogwarts' Champion since the Prophet article came out. The strange feeling he got from him was getting stronger.

"Psst, Harry," Danny heard a girl's voice say. Harry walked to the side of the tent and saw Hermione." Be careful and remember what we practiced!" Hermione told him. Then, without any warning she gave him a hug and the flash of a camera went off.

"Young love!" Skeeter cheered, fully entering he tent." How wonderful!"

"Leave," Kramer said." This tent is for the Champions and their friends. You're not welcome here." Skeeter ignored him and looked at the duo.

"Skeeter," Danny said." Weren't you banned from the Tournament?" Skeeter looked at him and he discreetly aimed his fingers at the camera.

"Of course not!!" She said and looked back at Harry and Hermione. When she began to speak again Danny took his chance and shot the camera. It exploded and all pictures were lost, including the one of the duo.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" Skeeter screamed at the photographer.

"That will be all Miss Skeeter." Dumbledore said, entering the tent. Skeeter tried to say something but was rushed out of the tent by the other adults. "Goodbye Miss Granger." Dumbledore said and Hermione rushed out. Danny looked at the adults and other champions. Krum looked vacant as always, Cedric was pale, Fluer looked terrified, and Harry was nervous.

"Alright now everyone circle up," Bagman said to the champions pulling out a bag." You will each reach inside this bag and pull out a figurine. It will tell you your turn. Ladies first." He opened the bag and pointed the opening at Fleur. Danny tuned out completely when he saw what the figurine was.

A dragon.

Out of all the creatures, all the beings.

It had to be a dragon.

It wasnt that he didn't know how to defeat a dragon, he had defeated Aragon when he was 12. It was the memories he had with dragons. He wasn't scared of them, quite the opposite actually, he loves them. It's the fact that he has to fight a species he has grown so close to.

By the time he came out of his thoughts the bag was just moving towards him. He reached inside and pulled out the last figurine, an Arathean. The same species as Aragon and Dorothea.

He watched as each champion went. He paced in the corner until it was just Harry and himself." Good luck out there," he said as Harry looked at him.

"You don't talk to me the entire month and then wish me luck?" Harry asked." You are not what I expected."

"What did you expect?"

"Some smart remark about me not being Hogwarts' real champion or an insult."

"I only insult my enemies and close friends, you don't fall into either category." The horn sounded and Harry got up." I meant it, good luck."

This was going to cover the entire first task but then some bull happened and I got sidetracked, I'm being sent to a doctor who is recommending some psychologist(hey Jazz) or psychiatrist to see if I have aspereger's. My phone was taken away and I'm not even supposed to be on it right now. My stories have entered a temporary Hiatus.