AN: The information about PORTKEY-org will be below this story. I don't want any one to be pissed while reading this chapter, because this is the real star. Thanks to every one who reviewed, and I hope this chapter lives up to every one's desires. On with the show!
"The rules have been set. The duel will be performed, and the winner shall receive the spoils of their toils. Merlin have mercy on your soul Weasley, because we are going to break you and Krum."
"We will see about that." Ron laughed as he walked out of the portrait, headed for breakfast no doubt.
It wasn't long before the entire school was buzzing with talk of a wizards duel. No one knew where it would be, and even fewer knew who were going to be dueling, but it was in every one's conversations.
"I heard that Neville LongBottom and Dennis Creevey will be dueling for Harry's affections." Draco Malfoy had whispered as he walked past Harry.
"Bitch please!" Harry laughed as Draco smirked at him. "You know Dennis is my girlfriend."
"That's disgusting." Draco laughed as Gregory Goyle eyed Harry suspiciously.
"You next. You got some real pretty hair, like a girl." Harry spoke low as he blew a kiss at Draco.
"I'm leaving." Draco shouted as he turned on his heels and continued down the hall, stifling his laughter as Harry guffawed uproariously.
"Harry?" Hermione spoke as Harry sat next to her in DADA class.
"Yea girl?" Harry smiled as he excavated his books from within his backpack.
"What is this rumor I am hearing all over the school about you and Neville dueling over me?" Hermione whispered, her scrutinizing gaze passing over every feature in Harry's face.
"That's crazy talk." Harry laughed. "Neville is my homie, we ain't gonna fight."
"Harry. I am a Prefect. I know a rumor when I hear it." Hermione continued as Harry raised an eyebrow at her. "Someone is spreading rumors, to throw us Prefect's off. Now, that means you and Neville are going to duel someone. You aren't are you?"
"Girl. I'm King Magick. The King of the hood and Hogwarts, and no one is doin' nothin' but running they mouth." Harry smiled as he placed a hand into his pocket, his fingers crossed. "Neville and me ain't fightin, and all that's on my mind is the first task, and you."
"Harry. I know you better then you think." Hermione sighed as she withdrew her most recent essay, a stack over fifteen pages tall. "Don't let any one talk you into a fight, I can't stand the thought of you being hurt again."
"I'm straight girl. You know that." Harry smiled as he stroked the top of her head. "We got class baby."
Six days since the cup chose the competitors-
"Fuck." Harry sighed as he leaned back in his seat, fidgeting with his quill.
"Every thing all right Harry?" Neville spoke as he scratched at a piece of parchment.
"Fuck this shit!" Harry shouted as he ninja starred his quill at the door to his dorm. "I'm supposed to fight a God damned dragon tomorrow, and Hermione is stuck in a fucking Prefect's meeting."
"Well, what do you want to do?" Neville asked as he tipped his quill into an inkwell centered in the middle of the table, allowing it to rest against the edge.
"I want to fuck and eat something." Harry spat as he sat back down.
"Well, I have some chocolate frogs. So let's eat." Neville smirked as Harry began to laugh.
"I'm sort of nervous man." Harry sighed as he nibbled on the leg of a chocolate frog.
"I thought you had a plan."
"I do. I just hope she shows up. I ain't talked to her in mo' than a week. I hope she didn't forget." Harry sighed as he swung his good leg onto the table, causing Neville to scramble to spirit the inkwell to a safer locale in the room.
"Who is she?" Neville questioned, his interest piqued by the development of a new woman in Harry's life.
"Her name is Tsarina." Harry spoke as he placed his hands over his eyes; small smudges of chocolate forming on his brow as he rubbed his forehead.
"Tsarina huh?" Neville continued to prod. "So she is going to help you fight the dragon?"
"Sure is." Harry chuckled. "She beautiful man. When you see this girl, you gonna flip."
"BEAUTIFUL HUH?" Hermione screeched from behind Harry, her eyes wild. It was obvious she had entered silently, surprising both Neville and Harry.
"HOLY SHIT!" Harry screamed as he tumbled to the side, his body twisting so he landed on his ass on the coffee table, wand drawn.
"Who is this cunt?" Hermione growled dangerously as she stepped around the couch towards Harry. "WHO?" She screamed as red sparks began to spit from the tip of her wand.
"BABY GIRL!" Harry pleaded as he placed his wand to the side. "Don't trip girl."
"Who is this beautiful girl you want to show Neville?" Hermione continued as tears began to slip down her cheeks. "Tell me her fucking name!"
"Girl. It aint like that." Harry spoke slowly as he reached out to caress Hermione's arm.
"Don't touch me!" She shouted as she jerked her arm away. "If I'm not good enough for you, just tell me Harry. Don't just coddle me because you got me pregnant."
"What the hell are you talking about girl?" Harry spoke as he pressed down against the table with his palms, lifting himself into a standing position. "Don't go crazy girl. It ain't like you thinkin'."
"Then what is it?" Hermione growled, her eyes blood shot with grief. "Tell me then. What is it Harry? Some other fucking bitch?"
"Hermione. Rest yo' self." Harry spoke forcefully as he hobbled towards her, his hand reaching out to grab her shoulder. "You the only girl in my life I got eyes for, why you trippin?"
"Because I'm hideous." Hermione sobbed as she stepped towards Harry, allowing herself to fall into his arms. "I'm a horrible girlfriend. I'm getting fat, and every one else is so much prettier then I am." She gushed as Harry began to stroke her back.
"That ain't true." Harry whispered as he stroked the back of her neck, his grip around her tightening as she tried to push away from him.
"Look at me Harry. I'm getting fat. You can't tell me that isn't true." Hermione spoke frantically, her fingernails digging into his chest as she fought to escape his hold.
"Girl, you pregnant. Fat is good." Harry smiled at her before cupping the back of her head in his hand, using his leverage to allow him to plant kisses on her forehead. "Don't be tripping about that. You beautiful girl, and you always will be."
"Harry. P-P-Please tell me who she is." Hermione stuttered as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"It's a surprise for tomorrow baby." Harry spoke softly, but quickly added as he felt Hermione tense. "She got a man girl. She just like us, she happy, and she definitely aint my type. You will feel a lot better tomorrow."
"How can you say that? I'm having mood swings, and abusing my boyfriend before he goes off to fight a dragon." Hermione sniffled as she attempted to choke back tears. "You could die tomorrow, and I'm here screaming at you."
"You really worried that I'm only with you cuz you my baby mama?" Harry spoke softly as he used his index finger to stroke the top of her ear. "I'm with you, cuz I love you girl."
"Oh Harry." Hermione exploded as her knees began to shake. "I'm so scared…"
"I know girl. But I'm here for you." Harry cooed as he cradled the back of her head with his other arm. "You ain't got nothing to fear when I'm here. Ain't no one of mine gotta fear."
Hermione buried her face in his robes, ashamed to show her face as she continued to sob, the wetness of her tears seeping in to caress Harry's chest as he held her close.
"It's ok." Harry assured her as he continued to hold her.
"Don't let me go." Hermione pleaded as she clutched at the back of his robes.
Harry nodded his head as Neville made eye contact with him, wordlessly making his way out of the room to return to his dorm.
"You sleepin with me tonight." Harry stated firmly. "Fuck McGonagall, you aint leavin."
"Thank you Harry." Hermione whispered as they made their way to his bedroom. "I love you."
"I love you to baby." Harry smiled before leaning over and poking her stomach. "I love you to little homie. I hope you don't mind sharin' that womb for a bit tonight, daddy gonna hop in there too."
"Harry!" Hermione laughed as she slipped her fingers between his. "You're terrible."
The next morning-
Hermione awoke before Harry, amazed with his ability to sleep with mortal peril only hours away. "I love you so much." Hermione sighed happily as she stroked his cheek.
"Muve moo too." Harry smiled as he moved to become comfortable. "Good morning love."
"Good morning? Well… It is right now." Hermione grumbled as she stretched and yawned, her hands rubbing over her stomach as she rubbed her back into the sheets.
"Morning homie." Harry spoke a bit louder as he reached out to rub Hermione's stomach. "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"
"I don't know actually. Madam Pomfery thinks I am about three months along. Seems it IS my fault I'm pregnant." Hermione giggled as Harry poked her belly button with his index finger. "Remember the train ride home?"
"How can I forget girl?" Harry grinned as he scooted closer to her. "But then that means… Do you think when we did the X, it hurt the baby?"
"I asked Madam Pomfery about that too." Hermione blushed as she rolled over onto her side to face Harry. "She said that the baby would be fine, if it made it this long. She also told me not to do any thing like that again, at least until I'm alone in my body."
"Sounds good baby." Harry smiled. "That makes me feel a lot better."
"Be careful today please?"
"It's understood girl."
Breakfast time (T-Minus four Hours till the first task)
Harry entered the Great Hall, not only on time, but an entire ten minutes early. "What is that?" He inquired with Hermione as she stood arm in arm with him.
"I have a sinking suspicion you will sitting with the other competitors for breakfast." Hermione smiled as she pointed out the symbols over each chair that had been placed in a circle around a marble table.
"I have to eat with the cup and the losers?" Harry groaned as he eyed the centerpiece of the table. The Cup of Destiny simmered softly from its perch, blue soft smoke fading slowly from its brim.
"Harry. Be nice. They are in as much danger as you are." Hermione began to speak before Harry raised a hand to cut her off.
"No. I have to fight the Horntail, every one else is going to have other dragons." Harry explained as his features hardened. "It's part of the deal that the other teachers agreed to. Since Hogwarts got to enter two competitors."
"That's terrible!" Hermione spat as she stared at Harry's face. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because it would worry you." Harry shrugged. "Look girl. I got it locked down. If plan A don't work, I'll pop off like Pringles and lay that dragon down."
"Promise?" Hermione whispered as she reached out to cup his cheek with her hand.
"Cross my heart girl." Harry smiled lopsidedly. "But…"
"But?"
"But you gonna sit with me during breakfast."
"All right." Hermione laughed as Harry pulled back the seat with the Raven on it.
"This ones for you."
"Thank you Harry. Your such a gentleman."
"This ones mine." Harry smirked as he pressed the chair with the Lion on it out of the way, and dragged the Snake chair next to Hermione.
"Dumbledore! Why are you doing this?" Minerva McGonagall hissed as she stared daggers at Harry Potter.
"The boy should be allowed to enjoy breakfast with his significant other. Even if he did take Mr. Krums and Ms. Delacours chairs." Dumbledore replied serenely, his wand pinned on Minerva.
"Will you let me go? I have to remove points from them. Ms. Granger failed to report to her dorm last night." McGonagall scowled as she continued to struggle against Dumbledore's will.
"As did Ms. Chang." Dumbledore sighed exasperatedly. "Mr. Bill Weasley was spotted with Ms. Delacour. Really Minerva, would you leave the children alone?"
"This is why our Prefect is pregnant." Minerva growled dangerously as she turned on her heels, the magick that bound her dissipating as her anger seethed. "I demand you do something about this behavior."
"I am all ready preparing a class for all students. A one-day event." Dumbledore twinkled as he twirled his beard between his fingertips.
"What do you plan to do?"
"As the muggles would say, Hogwarts will be hosting a sexual education class." Dumbledore smiled brightly. "As soon as I can remember the scientific term for a cooter."
"Here they come." Harry whispered as Cedric Diggory entered the room, hand in hand with Cho Chang, the asian girl from Ravenclaw. "And Diggory gots him some yellow fever."
"HARRY!" Hermione chastised him as she stifled her laughter. "That is a terribly rude thing to say."
"It's true, and she got that disease Nosastall!" Harry grinned as Hermione pivoted in her seat to get a better view of Cho.
"What is that?" Hermione asked, her interest peaked in discovering what disease Harry could have diagnosed from his seat.
"No-Ass-At-ALL." Harry enunciated as he burst into laughter.
"Shhh!" Hermione giggled as Cedric began to make his way over to the table, after a Hufflepuff ghost pointed at it, obviously informing him of his need to sit with the other competitors.
"What it do Cedric?" Harry grinned as he watched the boy cringe before sitting in the chair with the badger above it.
"Shouldn't you be in the Lion chair Potter?" Cedric spat as he eyed Hermione suspiciously.
"Would you like some juice?" Harry grinned wildly as he reached down to grip the pitcher by the brim, his fingers dipping into the drink within.
"That's disgusting!" Cedric scowled as Harry continued to laugh at him.
"Harry. Behave." Hermione stated as she reached over the table to remove the pitcher from Harry. "Let every one eat in peace."
"Meh." Harry whimpered as Hermione reached out to pet his head.
"Be good, and after the task, we will go play. All right?"
"Well shit. When do we start?" Harry grinned as Cedric grimaced. "What's the matter with you prett… Cedric."
"I can't believe I have to sit with you, and why is your… girlfriend… here any ways?" Cedric questioned, obviously uncomfortable with his present circumstance.
"Harry invited me." Hermione smiled sweetly, attempting to keep the peace.
"Well I don't think you should be here. No one wants you here but him, and that isn't saying much." Cedric spoke coolly as he scowled at her.
"Be cool Diggory." Harry spoke low, his eyes drawn into slits. "Slow yo' roll."
"Well…" Hermione stated, her lower lip twitching slightly as she reached out to grab a bite of bacon. "If I left now, I think Harry would crush your skull… so I am going to ignore you, and you should do the same to me. Ok?" Hermione smiled sweetly at him as Harry continued to seethe.
"What ever." Cedric spat as he reached out to snatch up a piece of toast.
It was several minutes before Fleur entered the room, every boy's eyes turning to gaze at her. She was wearing camouflage fatigue pants, black boots, and a skintight camouflage tank top.
"'Ello." Fleur stated as Cedric practically drooled on his plate, unable to take his eyes off of her.
"H-H-H-Hi." Cedric stuttered as Harry continued to dig into his meal.
"'Ello 'Arry." Fleur continued, attempting to get his attention as she smiled at Hermione with a dangerous smirk to her lips.
"What it do girl?" Harry waved as he began to pour hot sauce on his eggs.
"'Ave you decided what you vill be v'aring for the competition?" Fleur grinned as Hermione began to scowl at her. "Perhaps you v'uld be helped vy looking at vat I am v'aring?"
Harry stopped eating long enough to look up from his plate and give her a once over. "You gonna be sorry when that dragon pulls that tank top off. I'm gonna have my boy Dennis keep his camera on yo' ass." Harry smirked before returning to his meal.
Hermione laughed out loud as Harry continued to mumble. "Crazy French bitch, thinkin' she gonna wear some camouflage and blend in or some shit. Dumb bitch."
"Vat did he say?" Fleur growled dangerously as she leaned forwards in her seat.
"He said you look very nice." Hermione smiled at her, her eyes twinkling. "You would be hard pressed to find a more… prepared competitor then you."
"Visten to me vitch." Fleur shouted as she drew her wand. "Vy are you even here?"
"Excuse me ladies, but I need all of the competitors to speak with me." Dumbledore smiled serenely as he stepped up to the future war zone that was the competitor's table. "We do not have much time left, and I wish to disclose some pertinent information."
The entire table went silent as Dumbledore teetered on the balls of his feet, his hands behind his back. "I do believe we are missing someone."
"I am here." Krum spoke as he walked up behind Dumbledore. "I was simply running late."
"Well, take up a seat my boy." Dumbledore smiled as he clapped his hands together. "Our competitors need their strength. Now, where was I? Ah! Yes! I remember now. As all of you may know, you will each be facing a dragon."
The entire table murmured their agreement with Dumbledore's assessment of their situation, which gave him leave to continue. "Now, each of you will be attempting to rescue the golden egg from the clutches of the dragon. You will have fifteen minutes to grab your egg. Your actions will serve to give or deduct points from your score. The winner with the highest score has the highest score of course, and the looser is eaten."
Harry laughed uproariously at Dumbledore's joke, his eyes filling with tears. "Gad damn, muther fucker got the best jokes." The rest of the table remained silent.
"Yes well." Dumbledore smiled as he continued. "Good luck to all of you, and I hope all of your plans go as planned."
"The man is an idiot." Krum sighed exasperatedly as soon as Dumbledore was out of earshot. "He really should be replaced with someone more stable."
"Professor Dumbledore is the greatest wizard ever to live, his exploits are world famous. He is second only to Merlin." Hermione piped up as she stared daggers at Krum. "It's all in the book Hogwarts A History."
"I'm sure it is." Krum smiled sweetly at her before turning to Harry. "So, are you prepared to face the Horntail?"
"Why you talkin' to me?" Harry replied, his head cocked in an inquisitive pose.
"Excuse me?" Krum spoke, his jaw tensing at Harry's obstinence.
"You heard me boy. Why you talkin' to me, when you be knowin' that I'm gonna tell you to stick it up yer ass." Harry continued as he leaned back in his seat, an exasperated look on his face.
"Why do you insist with staying with this ruffian?" Krum spoke quickly as he turned his head to look at Hermione. "He is a terrible, uncouth, and rude street thug."
"Yes. He is." Hermione shrugged as she lifted an apple to her lips. "But he is MY rude, terrible, and uncouth street thug. It's a bit like owning a pit-bull I would guess." Hermione smiled as she reached out with her free hand to stroke Harry's messy hair.
"Is it true that you were a pimp?" Cedric spoke as he watched Hermione and Krum speak.
"Were? I is!" Harry laughed as he popped his collar.
"E's that some slang?" Fleur inquired as she too lost to her curiosity.
"No." Harry replied before standing. "It's time to head down to the arena baby girl. Let's go."
The Arena-
Harry was surprised to find a tent erected on the outskirts of the quidditch pitch. "Magick does some shit don't it?" He smiled as Hermione nodded at him, both of them admiring the size of the arena that had been built over the sports stadium.
"I can hear them." Hermione breathed as the roars of the dragons echoed through the air.
"They just think they hard." Harry laughed as Hermione wrapped her arms around him.
"Kiss me."
Harry had never felt so much passion in his life, it was as though Hermione were clinging to him for her life as their tongues crossed. He could feel his stomach unclenching as she rubbed her hands up and down his back, his entire body relaxing.
"I'm coming back to you girl." Harry smiled as he broke away from her. "You just keep an eye out for my surprise when you in them stands. All right girl?"
"She had better fucking protect you, who ever this girl is." Hermione spoke forcefully as she hugged Harry one more time. "Or so help me God, I will kill her."
"You'll see girl. You ain't got nothin' to worry about. Now I gotta go in the tent."
Tsarina is waiting for you
"Rupert?" Harry asked as he looked about the room, his eyes dropping to his feet as he realized his friend was near his shoe. "What it do?"
"My female awaits your signal." Rupert spoke as he allowed Harry to lift him up. "You are to signal her, and then she shall crush your foe."
"Thanks man. You don't know how much I appreciate this." Harry smiled as he continued to converse in parseltongue.
"You are a dark wizard." Cedric spoke from his corner of the tent.
Without thinking Harry looked up and continued to speak in parseltongue, his voice coming out in an eerie hiss causing Cedric to blanch.
"It's starting." Dumbledore shouted as he poked his head into the tent. "Ladies first."
Harry could hear the crowd. It was deafening, even in the tent. There were thousands of people screaming and hollering as the sounds of Fleur and the dragon could be followed through the simple groans and cheers of the crowd.
"How do you think she is doing?" Cedric asked aloud as he chewed on one of his fingernails. "Do you think she is all right?" As if on cue, a mix mash of cheers and groans could be heard erupting from the crowd.
"Mr. Krum, you are next." McGonagall spoke as she entered the tent.
"Yes." Krum replied as he walked out of the tent, his gaze following Harry coolly until he exited.
Harry could hear screaming and yelling as a loud crash echoed out of the arena. "I guess he got his ass trampled." Harry laughed as Cedric simply stared at him wide eyed, the screams of the dragon trainers booming magickally over the crescendo of the crowd.
"I can't believe you." Cedric scowled as he began to chew on the edge of his thumb.
"Same shit they would be sayin if it was me." Harry smirked before pointing at the door. "Yo' turn."
"Yes it is." A very haggard looking McGonagall spoke as she beckoned Cedric towards her. "This competition is insane."
Harry whistled absent mindedly as he lounged in a leather chair, his eyes closed as he heard the crowd bellow a long groan of dissatisfaction. "It's been enough time." Harry spoke only to himself, as Rupert had left long ago.
"Mr. Potter." McGonagall finally stated as she beckoned him forward. "It is your turn."
"All right." Harry replied as he stood, placing his cane tip firmly against the floor he made his way slowly towards the door, his eyes aching as the light changed.
"I… Be careful Potter." Minerva McGonagall spoke forcefully as she fought to keep her pace slow enough to stay with Harry. "You need to be here for Hermione, if for no one else." She continued, as Harry remained silent. "Are you listening to me?"
"You should talk to Hermione. Not me." Harry replied, his gaze remaining on the gates to the arena as spectator after spectator began to struggle to catch a glimpse of the final competitor.
"Are you the last competitor?" A gruff black man asked as he placed his hand on the chain to open the gate.
"I is." Harry replied as he drew his cloak over his head.
"You walk with a limp?" The man breathed, as he eyed Harry with pity. "How do you expect to win?"
"I'm a dark wizard. I'm badder then Voldemort." Harry spoke from under his cloak, his head tipped low.
"I… uhhh… Good luck." The man spoke fearfully as he pulled the gate open, his body poised to run if Harry were to turn on him. "He said his name..." The man muttered as Harry limped slowly into the arena.
"Ms. Granger?" Snape spoke into Hermione's ear as the crowd prepared for Harry to enter the gates.
"Yes Professor?" Hermione inquired, surprised by Severus Snapes odd behavior.
"I desire you to drink this potion." He spoke calmly as he uncorked a small vial. "It is to protect your…" Snape finished his sentence by pointing at her stomach.
"Thank you Professor." Hermione forced a smiled before taking the potion from him. "What are you protecting us from?"
"The stresses of watching Potter battle a fully grown Hungarian Horntail." Snape replied, his face calm yet stern. "Drink."
You could have heard a pin drop as the gate to enter the arena creaked open slowly. The hooded figure with the cane that limped into view visibly reminded every one of a certain powerful dark wizard.
TAP…Draaaag
TAP… DraaagThe echoes of Harry's cane resounded through the arena as dust kicked up around his body. He quickly realized that he would have to make his way to the starting circle, before they released the dragon.
"GO HARRY!" A feminine voice echoed from above, shaking the entire crowd from its stupor. The arena burst into a mix of applause and admonishment, the ground shook under the passion of the multitude, and Harry Potter smirked from under his cloak.
Harry teetered on the edge of the circle, both of his hands placed over the head of his cane as he stood at attention. Slowly and deliberately he reached up to his face to remove the cloak, his hair dancing in the wind as a small gust passed through the arena.
The explosive roar of the Horntail could be heard echoing from within its cell. The crowd went silent again as Harry began to laugh, his shoulders shaking in mirth as he lifted his cane up into the air with his right hand before slamming the cane back down onto the floor, his left hand darting towards it to switch positions as his laughter halted immediately.
With slow deliberate movements Harry reached into his robe to withdraw his wand, black grip tape adorning the wood from the halfway mark down. Harry finally moved forward as he dragged himself into the circle fully. He watched with concealed awe as a clutch of eggs appeared on a rock in the middle of the arena, a single gold glitter beckoning him forward.
It was several more moments before the gates that bound the dragon began to creak. Dust and rocks were kicked up into the air as another deafening blast of sound escaped from within.
Harry raised his wand over his head as he began to cast his spell. Harry worked quickly as he watched the beast burst from it's confines, sniffing the air before spitting fire at the crowd, which ducked in fear of the dragons weapons as the blast connected with an invisible wall.
"Muther fuckin respect." Harry smiled as the dragon burst forward in a sprint, it's body wrapping around the clutch of eggs in one deft movement.
Harry knew it was time, as the dragon was sniffing the air again, and was soon to discover his presence. Harry shouted the final words of the incantation as an explosion of green light flooded from his wand into the sky. The form of a giant snake appearing in the air above the arena, as it slithered about in the heavens. Harry had meant to move behind a rock. He had wanted to move. He told his legs to move, and he screamed in his mind for his body to do something, as the world seemed to slow down.
"I can't fucking move." Harry screamed in his head as he watched the Horntail move in slow motion. It's giant form barreling towards him as it prepared to trample him. Harry realized he was going to die. He couldn't move, he couldn't scream, and there was a forty-five foot long dragon about to regurgitate flames onto his face.
The dragon was only feet from him, and he could feel the heat of the wall of fire that was pouring from its mouth in sheets, super heating the air around him. He could see Silver smiling at him as he learned to drive. He saw Cynthia giving him a knife for his birthday. He remembered his first night with Hermione. His life was flashing before his eyes as a strange calm over took his body.
BOOM!
Harry was thrust to the floor as a large emerald colored blur washed over his head, Tsarina the basilisk shielded his body from the flames as she connected with her head against the chest of the dragon sending it clattering away from Harry in a cloud of dirt.
"Holy shit!" Harry breathed as he scrambled to a kneeling position as the rest of the snakes sixty-five foot form passed over his head, the blur of her head exploding through the dirt cloud as the war cry of the dragon echoed through the battlefield.
Harry knew he couldn't run if he wanted to. So he walked away from the dueling forms of the two gigantic beasts towards the clutch of eggs. Hisses and roars could be heard escaping in gasps from the two competitors as Tsarina began to wrap her body around the dragon, occasionally lashing out to bite the giant beast on an exposed bit of scale.
"Not much further now." Harry smiled to himself as the ground shook with a thunderous roar. He decided to take a chance and look over his shoulder, taking in the sight with horror, Harry realized the dragon was slamming its own head into the wall attempting to dismount Tsarina, who was currently wrapped around the dragons muscular throat. "Fucking Christ, this is brutal." He spoke with wide eyes as blood and spit poured from both creatures, a small ocean of sticky fluids ebbing among the stones in cascading pools made from a mud of agony.
It felt like an eternity to Harry as he finally made it to the clutch, he reached down quickly and pocketed the golden egg as he draped his sleeves over the brood. Harry wasn't sure what to do from there, now that he had the egg, but a final thud on the ground beckoned Harry's attention elsewhere.
"I have not killed her." Tsarina hissed as she slithered towards Harry, the unconscious form of the Hungarian Horntail lay in a bloody mass behind her.
"Harry! Quick! Get on the broom!" Charlie Weasley shouted as he landed next to Harry, his wand trained on Tsarina.
"Fuck brooms." Harry scoffed as he limped towards Tsarina. "I'ma walk out of here."
"Is your mission complete?" Tsarina questioned as she slithered closer to Harry, her massive frame blocking his view of most of the arena.
"Yea girl. We done." Harry confirmed as he withdrew the golden egg from his pocket. "Thank you. You isn't hurt is you?"
"It was a flawless victory." Tsarina spoke haughtily as she continued to bleed from a gash that was created by the tail of the dragon.
"You hurt girl." Harry spoke as he stopped walking, his wand extended towards her injury. "I… I don't know how to fix this, but my friend does. I'ma have him fix you up." Harry spoke as he went back to walking, Tsarina simply staring at him with awe.
"You would help me again?" Tsarina hissed as they made it to the gate.
"I would do any thing for you or Rupert. We friends."
"Friends?" Tsarina breathed before collapsing.
AN: Ok. Portkey emailed me back immediately after applying again. They told me they don't like me, or my story. It isn't that I am breaking any rules, or doing any thing wrong in this story. They just don't like it or me, so they refuse to host my story. I wrote them a two-page letter explaining myself, my story, and including links to my stories hosted through my own personal server for immediate download. They replied with three sentences. They also said that because I threw a "hissy" (yes their words. I'm guessing either a woman, or a flamboyant man wrote this letter) fit, that their moderators don't like me either. It seems that being offended by their total lack of respect is grounds for having any chance at being an author on their site revoked. I have been slaving away at this story, spending hours on it. I then receive an email stating that my story is OOC, and told that I can't post it on a site for OOC fan fiction. It irked me. Thank you to any one who emailed portkey. Hell, I would email them any ways, to let them know that you don't appreciate their decision. Yes I did say, "fuck portkey", but when you receive a letter that states "You/'ur sToriE iS OOC", you better believe I was pissed.
So they stated that I have no chance to be an author on their site. For no reason. Which is cool with me, I just wanted every one to know what is going on. If any one has any places that may want to host my story, let me know. This story is currently at 72 thousand words, and still rising. So, it's going to be novel length at completion. Thanks every one, and I'm sorry portkey-org is the sucks. That's what happens when you try to be nice. Next time, I'll just send a letter like they sent me. "Yu'r site is the SUX0rs, L3t me pust."