"speaking"

'thinking'

'harrys magic speaking/typing to harry'

"axl harry speaking"

midnight 8 hours before the first task.

harry growls as he once again fails to walk more than ten feet without slipping and adding yet another scratch into the floor. "why is this so hard!" harry yells as he stamps his paw to the ground. then to his surprise his wolf like paw turned into something more like a goat or horse. 'easy mode activated' "you could have done that days ago!" harry snarls as he walks around with more confidence in his step.' its from when the axl program was in prototype and they did not have the time for it to learn to use wolf paws. horse hooves give better traction and stability.' harry just snarls before seeing how well he can run.

two hours still the first task. great hall.

harry snorts into his goblet as a French girl with blond hair breaks her ruby red high heeled shoes by stepping on one of the inch deep claw marks. he did choke on his drink when her face met Goyles lap as he was just getting up. "well thats going into history as the only time Goyle gets a girl to touch his crotch" ron says as he helps harry clean the mess he made shooting pumpkin juice out of his nose. "ron that is so rude! . . . but also most likely true" hermione yells before agreeing with ron.

"i got to go. us champions need to get ready" harry says putting a malfoy-ish tone on champions, making them laugh.

harry quickly makes it to the tent and gets handed an outfit. "all champions are to wear these so nothing but their wand comes into the task. had a few in the past that had forgot something in their pockets and the rules took it as them cheating and... well i just hope the reports were exaggerated." harry gulps and enters a changing room to put on the leotard like under cloth and then the robe that looks similar to his seeker uniform.

five minutes before harrys task starts.

harry paced in the tent as he watched numbers and facts about the Hungarian horntail flew past his vision. most prominent, it is the only dragon known to slap most spells back at the caster with its tail. while most dragon scales can reflect spells most cant aim where it is sent.

"ok spells are not an option as i dont want to play badminton with a dragon... swords could work but the fact i need to split my focus on maintaining the spell means it could slow my reflexes to where i cant dodge in time... transforming could work but that will be a last resort or if it earns a ass kicking." harry mutters as he keeps reading the facts that pass his vision.

a boom is heard and harry looks at the tent opening as it looses the golden glow that trapped him in the tent. harry smirks as he walks out into the arena. SMACK! and is right away sent flying as the horntail uses him for batting practice. "okay, that hurt" harry growls as he shifts forms mid air and digs his paws into the ground firing his jet boosters to slow himself down.

pov announcer just before harry enters. all words are spoken no quotation marks in it.

- and up next is the boy who lived, harry potter! little is known on how he got in the tournament but seeing as it has become public knowledge of the boy being in a coma, most suspect it was a ploy to force the boy to loose his magic!

here comes the champion now! LOOKOUT! potter just got sent flying by the- did he just turn into a metal dog?

potter charges at the nest, the horntail closing in fast! potter jumps out of the way just before the horntail can swipe at him, sparks are flying showing that it must have been a close call! AAARRRGGG! MY EARS! potter has just bitten into the horntails wing and i've never heard a dragon screech like that before! it is shaking him like a rag doll! and with a bloody splatter potter is sent into the wall with a chunk of the horntails wing still in his mouth! he is going to feel that in the morning! potter gets back up and charges at the horntail again, looks like he is going to bit- potter slides under the horntail and kick's the golden egg into the stadium exit! now all he has to do is get out of there and he will have the fastest time of them all! potter is half way to the exit, THAT DRAGON IS THE BEST BEATER OF THE CENTURY! POTTER HAS BEEN SENT FLYING OUT OF THE ARENA AND THE DRAGON HANDLERS HAVE BEEN CALLED!

harry pov after kicking the egg.

'ok you got the golden omelet now get out of there before she sits on you!' harry reads as he scrambles to the exit. "that was not that bad" harry says in his robotic voice. a shadow appears to his right. "oh shiiiiiiiiit" harry yells as six tons of dragon meat sends him flying. " is that hagrids pumpkin field?" harry asks as he crashes head first into award wining pumpkin, that was over ten feet tall. SPLAT. harry groans as he turns human and spits out pumpkin pulp."that was not fun." harry mutters before slumping to the ground unconscious.

snape pov. just before harry got homerun hit.

snape glares at the metal wolf that harry potter turned into as it makes a break for the exit. 'bone mending solution for most likely multiple broken bones from the horntail hitting him. concussion potion for him meeting the wall of the arena. flushing draught to flush the dragons blood he must have swallowed in that bull headed move. ouch...ok skellgrow instead of bone mending as there are most likely not any bone left unbroken.' snape lists off as he watches the metal potter fly over his head. "looks like you won that bet draco. the task was over in under three minutes." snape sneers as he watches a pale yet excited draco mutter about telling his father about the first task. 'daddies boy' snape thinks.

albus pov. three hours after the task.

albus groans as he sits in his orthopedic chair that madam pomfrey had made him when his bones could not handle long periods of time in the hard backed chairs of the castle anymore.

"ok lets not stretch our egos to much and cut to the chase, harry can become a metal dog. Minerva has already checked and he has come up negative on being an animagus. poppy has reported harry is unhurt from the task other than a few bruises that look to be from hitting the pumpkin at the speed he did."

crouch SR. sneers at albus. "as if i can believe that bollocks! i watched him shift into that. that. thing! that has to be some kind of dark magic or something to become a thing like that! i will see you and that abomination in Azkaban for thi-"

crouch shuts up as the weight of a thousand suns press on his back from Albus Dumbledore, Chief Warlock, sorcerer Supreme, head mugwump, order of Merlin first class, defeater of Gellert Grindelwald, the only man he who must not be named feared, stares down at him from over his glasses. "you will shut up and know your place instead of acting as a child Bartimaeus Crouch, or i shall put you over my knee and punish you like one." albus says with a low voice as ice crawls down everyone's spine.

"potter was in a coma for two years and only has a little over a years education, how in merlins shaggy ball sack could he know a spell to turn into a metal wolf. it is more likely he did an unconscious bout of magic that turned him into a creature he knows is near the top of the food chain and mixed in metal as a way to survive getting hit with fire. my guess is he will either never have the ability to turn into that again or he will have the ability for the rest of his life. either way you will not do anything Bartimaeus or i will show you why i am still regarded as the strongest mage in the last three hundred years." albus almost grinned as he could all but smell the fear he struck in the uppity brat. he may be the leader of the light but he had as much blood on his hands as most surviving war time aurors, you do not fight in two wars without spilling blood. "get out and do not bother me again until the ball is to be discussed." after they leave albus groans as he hears his wall clock chime telling him he needs to take his potions. being over 150 years old is not fun. not even two years ago he was as fit as he could be and then as if a switch was flipped he started feeling his age. slowly but surely he was becoming weaker and poppy said he had maybe five more years before his magic cant keep the passing of time from catching up to him. he just hopes that he can end that dambed prophecy before he passes.

pov hermione same time.

hermione and ron both sit next to harry as he sleeps hoping that he wakes up soon. "do you think he was awake when he hit the ground?" hermione asks as she brushes harrys hair from his face. "most likely. he is not one to go down easy. remember he did fight our first year professor to a standstill and even then the injuries were minor. this probably just ticked him off and decided to take a nap out of spite" ron says with a hollow chuckle as he tries to lighten the mood. "more like he use to much magic in that stunt he pulled and has to sleep it off" snape drawls as he walks in with two arms full of potions. both griffendores stand and help him sort the potions to the proper places out of habit born of when they had stood by harry in the two year coma. snape and them had agreed that the hospital wing was a neutral ground and nothing rude was to be said out of respect for the healing of patients. "have you been given any idea on when he will wake?" snape asks them as he sets the last potion down and stands next to harrys bed. "pomfrey says any time after midnight with how her medical spells reported his condition." hermione says as she sits back in her spot. snape nods and hands them both a detention slip that says they are to help out at the hospital wing over night. reason. breathing to loud near sound sensitive potions. "is that a real thing?" ron asks as he reads the slip. "only during the brewing of newt level potions like the mandrake draught." snape says pointing to a set of said potion he had started keeping stocked in case another baslisk was to get in the castle.

ok im ending this here. sorry that this chapter took so long to come out but mild writers block and feeling that i missed a detail in past chapters made this hard to write. i apologize if my reason is not a good one but it is the truth.