This one is a crossover between Harry Potter and Temeraire that I called The Girl and The Dragon. I haven't really abandoned it, but I changed the idea so much that I started a completly diffrent version. This particular version involves Gabrielle Delacour and Dragon Harry joining the British Ariel Corps in the Temeraire universe.

The idea was that, Gabrielle faced problem from within the Corps due to both her age and being French. And that Harry would deal with helping her and adopting to his new life as a dragon.

the only other thing I have to add is that, though I did not state it in this so you could scrap the idea if you adopt this, Harry was meant to be a medium-heavyweight class dragon that had an ability that made him valuable to the British.

I am still working on my other version, but it won't be posted for a long while, and as I said, t is diffrent. So far the only things in common with this one are Valuable Dragon Harry, and someone going with him to the Temeaire universe to be his captain.

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Prologue

Shock.

That was the general feeling that overtook the crowd gathered to watch the second task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament.

It was soon followed by several others.

Grief. Sadness. Disbelief. Denial.

Sure the tournament was dangerous, but no one had expected one of the champions to die, at least not in this manor.

But as Harry Potter's body was pulled from the water, a mermish spear still protruding from his body, no one could deny that it had happened.

And by all accounts, it shouldn't have. The organizers of the tournament hadn't considered that a veela would be chosen as a champion. And no one had thought to change the second task when Fleur Delacour's name came out of the Goblet of Fire.

And no one had thought anything of using Gabriel Delacour, Fleur's younger sister, as her hostage during the tournament.

The fierce hatred between merpeople and veela couldn't have been better displayed than today. They had attacked Fleur, forcing her out of the water without her beloved sister. And when Harry Potter, concerned for all the hostages had tried to save Gabriel as well as his friend Ron Weasley, they had attacked.

And Harry had put himself in the path of the spear that had been meant for the young girl.

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Gabriel was out cold.

The young girl had been so ever since she realized that Harry Potter, the young man that had risked his life for hers, was dead. And this worried her already stressed out parents, who had no idea what the second task had entailed until they had seen it, and her sister Fleur.

The reason this worried them was simple.

Gabriel owed a life debt to a dead man.

In normal circumstances, this life-debt need never be acknowledged or acted upon. But veela were not normal. A veela that owed a life-debt had to pay it, either to the one that saved their life, or an immediate family member.

Harry had been the last of the Potters. And without a way to pay of her life-debt, Gabriel had slipped into a coma.

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"You owe a debt," a voice said.

Gabriel looked around the white vastness that she had known since discovering that Harry Potter had died to protect her. Finally she saw a figure, a feminine figure, made of flame, with no other features.

"Who are you?" the nine-year old girl asked.

"I am the Goblet of Fire," the figure said. "Or rather, the goblet's magic. It is I that named Harry and your sister champions. It is I that would strip them of their magic should they have not competed."

"But Harry didn't enter!" Gabriel protested.

The figure nodded. "Yes. But the moment he stepped into the arena with the dragon, he became bound as if I had chosen him. But that is not why we are here. Harry should never have died," the Goblet explained. "The task set before he and your sister was interfered with by the merfolk. Had they not interfered, he would have survived. As such, I have been given an opportunity." The Goblet paused for a moment before she said, "I may bring Harry back, but not in this world. And your debt would remain forever unpaid. So, little veela, what would you sacrifice to pay of you debt?"

"Everything," Gabriel said, a tear sliding down her cheek.

As a veela, Gabriel needed to pay of her debt. If she did not, she would never be able to marry, to form any romantic relationship, or have children. She would live a half-life, never truly able to feel her emotions, despite knowing they would be their. Food, while it would give her sustenance would taste like ash.

For a veela, death was a better alternative.

"So be it," The Goblet said. "When you awake, you will be in a new world. You will have with you a golden egg. Protect the egg," she instructed. "For within it, Harry shall reside until it hatches. I suggest speaking to the egg, though he will not be able to respond, Harry will hear you, and he will understand."