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"I would do any thing for you or Rupert. We friends."

"Friends?" Tsarina breathed before collapsing.

"Tsarina? TSARINA!" Harry called as he began to stroke the giant snakes head. His breathing frantic, Harry begged and pleaded with her. "WAKE UP!" He hissed as his hands began to drip with blood, of both dragon and snake kind.

"Mr. Potter." Dumbledore stated firmly as he strode towards him quickly. "Mr. Potter!"

"Dumbledore! You have to help her! She can't die man! She can't!" Harry began to scream as he began to cast every healing spell he could think of, his mind delirious with worry. It was obvious that his magick was unable to penetrate the ancient basilisks magickal resistance.

"Please, step aside." Dumbledore commanded as Professors Hagrid and McGonagall rushed up to stand beside Dumbledore.

Harry scrambled to the side as he drug his body away from the snake, willing to do anything the Headmaster desired, so long as Tsarina lived. "What is wrong with her?" Harry yelled as the snake's breathing became ragged.

"'Ungarian 'orntail's 'ave a venom in e're tails 'Arry." Hagrid explained as Dumbledore continued to move his wand in an intricate pattern, obviously concentrating greatly. "E're the natural enemy o' basilisks."

"But… she… why did she agree then?" Harry screamed as he turned to face the snake. "Why did she say yes? She knew! She knew, and she fucking said yes!" Harry began to panic as he realized that the snake had been willing to die for him.

"E're did you find 'er 'Arry?" Hagrid spoke, attempting to calm Harry as white light began to shine upon the snake. "She's beautiful." Hagrid continued.

"I rescued her." Harry spoke as he wiped his forehead, the warm blood smearing over his face as he absentmindedly attempted to press his hair out of his eyes. "She's married man. She can't die. She gonna have kids, and live in the forest man. She got a story!"

"Married?" Hagrid inquired as his voice peaked in interest. "Basilisks marry?"

"Can you save her? Wait, WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?" Harry began to scream as the gargantuan snakes body dematerialized. "What did you do to her?" He bellowed as he scrambled to stand, his body shaking with fear.

"I have sent her to a safer place. My dear Rubeus, if you would be so kind, please prepare your self to care for our guest. She will be found within the dungeons, third corridor."

"'Es sir." Hagrid nodded firmly before rushing out of the arena, pressing gawkers to the side with his massive frame. "Out o' ma way ye' idiots!"

"Is she gonna be all right?" Harry spoke as he stepped closer to Dumbledore, concern boiling within his eyes.

"I do believe, with our excellent game keeper, she will find herself in the best care that this world can offer." Dumbledore smiled before placing a hand on Harry's filthy shoulder. "I do believe congratulations are in order, you are the only competitor to successfully retrieve your egg, fifty points to Gryffindor, for ingenuity and a beautiful display of friendship and teamwork. You are also awarded ten points as part of your over all score towards your final bid for the championship."

"Don't mean shit, if she don't pull through." Harry scowled as he placed both of his hands onto the back of his cranium, covering his entire head in blood. "God damn it!" He shouted, his frustrations boiling in his blood.

Harry scowled as he exited arena towards the podium that presented the other competitors. It was obvious that Fleur and Cedric had fared much worse then Harry as they huddled about clutching their injuries. Krum was surprisingly not even present as Dumbledore parted the crowd for Harry.

"Is this on?" Dumbledore smiled as he tapped on the tip of his wand, the sound of his voice booming over the crowd. "Yes, well. I would like to begin by extending my welcome to every one present. We are Hogwarts are thankful that all of you would see fit to view our competition. The Tri-Wizard tournament is truly a success, as long as our competitors still live."

The silence of the crowd was deafening as every one stared slack jawed at Dumbledore's obvious admittance of the dangers of the competition.

"As every one witnessed, Harry Potter is our first place winner of the first task!" Dumbledore exclaimed as the crowd only half-heartedly clapped, fearful murmurs passing over the air.

Harry smirked as he felt the blood on his head drip slowly down his face. He realized that the crowd was in obvious shock and fear of his use of a basilisk in the competition, and he looked as though he had bathed in the dragon's blood.

"Can I holler something?" Harry asked sweetly as an evil grin played upon his face.

"Certainly." Dumbledore smiled serenely as he handed Harry his wand. "Just talk into my wand."

Harry smirked at Dumbledore, unsure if the Headmaster had made a joke or not before clearing his throat. "What it do?" Harry began as the crowd went silent again. "Catch a cane for the g-wizard. I'm the original dark wizard dragon slayer, and I just want every one to know that I'm holdin it down for Hogwarts."

The collective whisper of the crowd at Harry's gangster speech buzzed like a swarm of locusts. It was obvious that no one had ever expected the great Harry Potter to ever refer to himself as a dark wizard, as difficult as it may be to understand him.

"I didn't want to be out here, but I wanna put out ma' props for Tsarina the basilisk, because without her, I would probably look like him." Harry laughed as he pointed at Cedric, who was currently nursing his bleeding lip. "Now, like I was sayin, I'ma hold it down and flip it on ya, cuz I'm fin to stay flashy till the day that I die. Come dragons or demons, I'm so slick you can't even touch me." Harry grinned as he passed the wand back to Dumbledore; thoroughly pleased with the uproar he had created in the crowd.

"Exactly!" Dumbledore agreed before turning back to the crowd with a large smile tugging at his lips. "Well, I appreciate all of you coming out to support our competitors. We hope to see all of you next time, don't forget to pick up a souvenir!"

"What you got?" Harry questioned, causing Dumbledore to turn around.

"Action figures, cards, photo's, and more." Dumbledore smiled. "It's a wonderful way to raise money for the school."

"Sign me up to buy a little of every thing that got me on it man." Harry grinned as he stretched and yawned. "Now where is my girl? I need to tell her what's up before I head down to the dungeons."

"The dungeons?" Dumbledore inquired as he smiled.

"I gotta stick with Tsarina till she well." Harry shrugged. "I ain't gonna leave her till she better man. Hagrid can't be there all the time." He continued as he began to limp towards the crowd. "Now let me fire up the crowd a little and head on out."

"All right." Dumbledore smiled before turning to Fleur and Cedric, a small wave of his hand calling their attention to him.

Harry was dead tired when he finally made it to the doors back into the castle. There had been much hand shaking and many people taking turns speaking to him, slowing his ability to return to his normal life, as normal as being the pimp-est wizard in Britain could be.

Neville had surprised Harry by meeting him at the door, a worried look on his face. "Hey Harry. You… uhhh…Got a little blood on you." He had spoken timidly, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and fear.

"Oh. I do don't I?" Harry laughed before waving his wand over his face, a quick scourgify eliminating any traces of the previous battle. "What's a matter Nev?" Harry prodded as he noticed his friends profuse sweating.

"I… Don't get mad all right?" Neville spoke quickly. "Professor Snape did it… please don't have me eaten…" Neville began to plead as Harry raised a hand to silence him.

"What happened?"

"Hermione is like… high as a kite or something." Neville finally breathed. "Snape gave her a potion to keep her relaxed for the first task, and she had a reaction and every thing is fine, but she is just really gone right now man and please don't kill me." He finished by clasping his hands together with a pleading look.

"Where is she?" Harry questioned, an unreadable look etched into his face.

"The Hospital wing."

"Let's roll." In a flash of limping and pimpness, they were off to the hospital wing.

It took much shorter for the pair to make it to the Hospital wing then you would think as Harry rushed onward. He couldn't imagine Professor Snape drugging his girlfriend, no matter how much of an ass he was.

"Are you mad?" Neville had puffed as they finally stopped before the doors to the hospital wing.

"I don't know yet." Harry replied as he straightened his robe and slicked his hair back. "Do I still look like I was covered in blood?"

"Nope." Neville smiled as he reached to open the door. "You look like a dark wizard."

"Word." Harry replied with a grin as they opened the door, both of them surprised by the amount of noise coming from within.

"YOU ARE NOT THE HEALER!" Madam Pomfery screamed as Severus Snape stood defiantly before her, his arms crossed.

"I am performing the job, you should be." Snape replied, his face hard and etched with lines of anger.

"You know damn well Severus what my job is." Madam Pomfery shouted before turning to look at Harry, a look of horror creeping onto her face.

"What is yo' job." Harry questioned slowly as he limped into the room, noticing quickly that there were two beds with drapes wrapped about them. "Go on. Tell ME what yo' job for 'Mione is." He prodded calmly.

"Mr. Potter." Madam Pomfery replied in surprise.

"Potter." Snape nodded as he stepped back. "Perhaps Madam Pomfery would like to explain what is going on."

"I would like that."

"Well. Yes. Hmm." Madam Pomfery stalled as all eyes trained on her. "Snape is not a healer, and did not realize what bat wing in a calming potion does to a muggle born who has not been previously exposed to it."

"Meaning?" Harry calmly motioned for her to continue.

"It caused a reaction that has forced Ms. Granger into a stupor." Madam Pomfery replied hesitantly.

"She isn't telling you every thing Potter." Snape smirked. "Why are you really angry that I gave her the potion? Explain what I have done." Snape grinned evilly as Madam Pomfery began to sweat.

"Well. Severus has caused Ms. Granger to have a guaranteed trip to full term."

"What does that mean?" Harry inquired, slightly perplexed.

"It means Potter." Snape huffed. "Is that I have saved the life of your child, because Ms. Granger was preparing to have a miscarriage due to stress."

Harry was stunned, and unsure of how to continue before coming to a stark conclusion. "So you muther fuckers was ready to let her loose it?"

"Yes… I mean no… We were simply going to allow nature…"

"Listen here bitch…" Harry growled dangerously as he began to hobble towards the nurse. "What the fuck is this schools dysfunction?"

"You!" Madam Pomfery hollered, breaking her own rules. "You are our dysfunction! You filthy bastard child!"

A look of hurt flashed upon Harry's face for a moment, a brief flicker of emotion that just as quickly disappeared as it had appeared. "So you was gonna stand back and let ma' kid die? Just cuz you hate me?"

Now Madam Pomfery had her turn to look hurt, as her gaze landed on the closed curtains of one of the beds. "We all just want what is best for the girl behind those curtains. That is all."

"I feel you, but mabe you all need to recognize that I am gonna take care of her." Harry pressed, his voice deflated. "I'ma be the man I ain't never had in my life. I'm gonna hold it down, and there ain't no one who can stop me."

"I pray to God you aren't lying." Madam Pomfery sighed as she choked back tears before gesturing with her hand at the curtain. "Go on. See her."

Harry didn't speak; he simply nodded at Snape, a thankful look in his eyes as he made his way to Hermione's side.

"Harry?" Hermione whimpered as she rolled over in bed at the rustling of her curtains. "I had the weirdest dream."

"Tell me all about it." Harry smiled as he hiked himself up onto her bed, to sit next to her. "I want to hear all about it."

"It's silly."

"Try me."

"I dreamed that you were a powerful dark wizard who summoned a basilisk, and then Snape brought me here. You looked so sexy though when you pulled your cloak hood off." Hermione giggled slightly before reaching out to caress Harry's arm.

"Did I?" Harry smiled as he leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips, his eyes stuck on her dilated pupils.

"Oh yea!" Hermione snickered as she leaned back to lay her head against her pillow. "You looked so mysterious, and I was so worried, but then this giant snake burst through the wall and then I started to fall over and I ended up here."

Harry laughed lightly as he stroked Hermione's hair. "I love you girl. Go to sleep."

"Sleep with me?" Hermione asked, her voice almost child like as she closed her eyes.

"Tommorow. I got business." Harry replied as sweetly as he could.

"Ok. I love you. I will hold you to it." Hermione smiled before curling into a ball, a serene look on her face. "Harry?"

"Yea?"

"Thank you for loving me and keeping it down for me."

Harry didn't know what to say as he simply stared. He had never been thanked for loving someone. He had never loved ANYONE. Now he was being thanked for loving someone. So he smiled.

Harry made his way quickly to the dungeons, hoping to help Hagrid with Tsarina's care. Dumbledore waylaid him as he moved to open the door to the third corridor.

"Harry." Dumbledore had spoken from behind him, beckoning him to him.

"Yea?"

"I would like to ask you something."

"Holler at me."

"Do you know of any one who may have wanted to kill you?" Dumbledore spoke seriously, his eyes widening at Harry's reaction.

"Yea." Harry laughed. "Are you serious? I know a shit load of people who want to kill me."

"You were almost killed during the first task Harry. Someone used a curse on you, a special type of jinx, that was why you couldn't move."

Harry exhaled hard as he remembered the feeling of helplessness he had experienced as he realized that his legs wouldn't move. "So what saved me?"

"When your friend jumped over you, it broke the eye contact of your would be murderer." Dumbledore continued to explain. "Snape and I both attempted to break the curse, but it was too late when we realized what was happening. We would have been far to slow."

"Well she saved me then." Harry shrugged as he moved to open the door. "I think things will get better by Monday."

"I hope you are right." Dumbledore smiled softly as he averted his eyes from Harry's.

"I got it handled."

Hagrid was mildly surprised to see Harry enter the room that was being used as a makeshift veterinary clinic. The smell of the poison coursing through the Basilisk was terrible, as it rotted away within the creature. Even Hagrid was having trouble not gagging, but Harry seemed stone-faced.

"What can I do?" Harry inquired as he inhaled deeply, a sad look crossing his face.

Hagrid shrugged as he began to rub salve onto the wounds of the basilisk. "We 'ave ta keep 'er wounds clean." He explained.

"Give me a handful of that goop." Harry commanded as he reached his hand deep into the container. "I got this side. You get the other."

It continued on for the rest of the day, well into the night. Harry spoke soothing words to Tsarina, as he massaged salves and potions into her damaged body. Hagrid watched on with restrained glee at the skill that Harry was showing with his care of magickal creatures.

Eventually the two wizards finished what they could, and Hagrid prepared to leave. "'Ar-right then 'Arry?" He questioned as he replaced the cap on the final open bottle of salve.

"Of course." Harry replied, as he placed his cloak down on the floor next to Tsarina's head. "Hermione is in the hospital wing tonight, so I am going to sleep with Tsarina."

"I don' know if tha's a good idea…" Hagrid thought out loud as he stroked his beard, a small amount of pink healing goop tangling it's self within his hair.

"I'm sleeping with a girl tonight." Harry smiled as Hagrid's eyes widened. "If it ain't Hermione, then Tsarina is my pick. What do you say, or should I go find that Chi-kant Fleur?"

"Tsarina." Hagrid replied as he swallowed uncomfortably. "Night 'Arry."

"Good night Hagrid. Thanks for all of this. I owe you." Harry smiled as he lay down on the cloak. "Check in on her tommorow."

"Will do." Hagrid replied as he stepped out of the room.

The next day Harry awoke to a pleasant warmth around his entire body, and was very surprised when he opened his eyes. "Tsarina?" Harry breathed slowly as he realized that the giant snake had wrapped her self around his body.

"Are you warm?"

"Very. Are you feeling well?" Harry questioned as he relaxed into the soft yet scaly embrace of the snake.

"I am very well. I have never healed this quickly from a fight." She spoke with a small hint of awe in her voice.

"You saved my life." Harry replied as he placed his arms behind his head, she was very comfortable.

"You saved my life." Tsarina confirmed.

"Then we are even. You saved me, so I put salve on your wounds, and then you fought for me. That's all equal." Harry grinned before his face fell at Tsarina's answer.

"No. Not even."

"Why not?"

"I owe you a life debt."

"Fine, then you raise a family with Rupert. That is my command. You also have to have fun." Harry spoke, as he tried to make sure he worded it properly.

Tsarina chuckled softly. "Thank you for being friend."

"Thank you for being friend Tsarina." Harry mimicked her broken speech as he snuggled into her. "Now let's sleep for twenty minutes more, then we will let Hagrid make sure you are ok."

Tsarina nodded her head slightly before curling back up to embrace Harry. She was a very happy snake.

Harry was in a very good mood as he made his way to the Gryffindor common room, after a very long day of supervising everything that Madam Pomfery and Hagrid did for Tsarina, he was very tired and ready for sleep again.

Harry was pleased to find out that Tsarina was fully healed, and would be returned to the forest and Rupert that very evening. Harry made a mental note to visit Hagrid's cabin that night.

"Harry?" Neville inquired as he sat outside of the portrait, obviously surprised by his friend's appearance.

"What it do Neville?" Harry smiled.

"They changed the password, and I forgot it all ready." Neville sighed sadly as he stared wistfully at the fat lady in the portrait.

"Well. Are you ready for tomorrow? Tell you-know-who that it will be at the quidditch pitch, during the study period." Harry smirked.

"All right." Neville nodded. "What do you plan to do?"

"I'm thinking about just giving him the old 187." Harry scowled.

"What is that?" Neville questioned intensely.

"187 is the code for the police when they discuss murder." Harry explained as the fat lady gasped and placed a hand over her mouth.

"Wow." Neville spoke. "Why would you do that?"

"He tried to kill me. I know it was him and his friend." Harry continued to explain as he seethed. "They jinxed me during the first task, and if Tsarina had been a few seconds too slow, I would have been fucked."

"Shit." Neville exclaimed as he soaked in his friend's revelation. "What do you plan to do then?"

"Like I said, I am going to fuck these bitches up." Harry growled as he turned to leave. "Let's go to my room till Hermione can give you the new password. I'm sure the nurse probably already gave it to her."

"All right." Neville nodded as he stood. "After we are done with those bastards, I'm going to ask the twins out."

"Fuck yea." Harry laughed as they wandered off.

Hermione busied herself with finishing her homework as she sat on the floor in Harry's room.

"Hermione?" Harry spoke as he entered his room. "You all better?"

"Very much so." Hermione smiled. "I got released only a little while ago."

"And you are done with your homework already?" Harry spoke incredulously.

"It wasn't much." Hermione blushed as she pressed a stack of papers thirty sheets high behind her back. "I did most of this Friday."

"When?"

"While you slept after we… you know…" Hermione smiled softly.

"Wow." Harry breathed as he sat down on one of his couches.

"Hey Neville." Hermione smiled as she began to press all of her books back into her bag.

"Hey… What is the new password?" Neville smiled as he looked at Hermione hopefully.

"Escalade." Hermione replied, giving Harry a strange look as he guffawed. "What does Escalade mean Harry?"

"It's a car." Harry replied, as he shook his head in mirth. "Professor Dumbledore is cool."

"Awesome." Neville replied as he turned to leave. "Thanks. See ya tomorrow."

"See ya."

"Peace out homie."

"So what are we doing tonight?" Hermione smiled. "A big room, all to our selves. It would be a shame to waste it."

"That's what I'm talking about." Harry grinned as he clapped his hands together.

"We can begin to study that new clue you have." Hermione smirked as Harry's face fell, realizing she had teased him.

"Damn girl, you know you the only one that could do that to me." Harry scowled, though his eyes danced with mirth.

"Do what?" Hermione questioned innocently.

"Play me like that. You be tryin' to string me along."

"What do you mean?" Hermione questioned, her head cocked slightly as she giggled.

"I'm gonna do you first. Then we work on that clue."

"Nope." Hermione smiled as she crossed her arms. "Clue first."

"I got your clue right here." Harry laughed devilishly as he unzipped his fly.

"I'm not going over there till you figure out why you have the Golden egg."

"So I can pawn the bitch." Harry shrugged as he summoned the egg to him.

"I doubt it." Hermione laughed.

Harry fumbled with the egg a moment, his eyes widening as a eerie screech began to burst out of the egg, now cracked open. "OH SHIT!" Harry yelped. "I done broke it!"

"Let me see it!" Hermione shouted over the din. "Shut it up!"

"Fuck!" Harry shouted as he began to slap the egg furiously, attempting to crush the sides back together.

"What are you doing?" Hermione laughed as the noise dissipated, the only sound in the room the thud of Harry's palm continuing to connect flatly with the egg.

"Punishing it." Harry replied as he slapped the egg one more time. "Been a long time since I slapped someone. It felt good." He laughed.

"Pimp thing?"

"Sho' is."

The rest of the night was spent attempting to figure out what the noise from within the egg was. They used several methods of spell craft, and continued to fail in discovering the egg's secrets.

"I got it." Harry finally spoke as he caressed Hermione's hair.

"What?" Hermione grinned as she snuggled closer to Harry.

"You have to sit on it. So it hatches." Harry smiled proudly as Hermione scowled.

"You sit on it." She replied coldly, her lips pursed.

"But you the girl." Harry replied.

"Harry."

"Ok." Harry smiled as Hermione sighed and laid her head upon his lap.

"Fuck this." Harry sighed. "I'm gonna drown it."

"What?" Hermione perked up as she lay on the couch, her head in Harry's lap.

"I'm gonna stick the fucking thing in the tub, and drown it. Fucking egg." Harry scowled.

"Wait…" Hermione breathed as she sat up. "That is it! You're a genius!" She shouted before giving Harry a long deep kiss.

"Fuck yea I is!" Harry grinned as Hermione snatched the egg up and made her way into the bathroom. "What did I do?"

"It's another language." Hermione explained. "We learned about it in Care of Magickal creatures class. Before you came to Hogwarts." Hermione explained.

"What is it?"

"Mer." Hermione replied as she placed the egg in the water, immediately the egg began to speak in English, the loud scream muffled from the water.

"I have to prepare to loose something dear?" Harry repeated the egg's explanation of the coming task. "Fuck that. Dumbledore can kiss my white ass, if he thinks I am gonna risk my shit."

"You don't have a choice." Hermione replied as she rolled her eyes. "We can only try to get you ready for it. It must have to do with the lake, if they are using Mermaids to communicate with the contestants."

"Are mermaids hot?" Harry questioned as he continued to stare at the egg, not noticing Hermione's incredulous stare.

"IF you come home smelling like fish EVER, I will personally punch you in the dick." Hermione scowled, as her mannerisms took on a more Harry-ish tone.

"Jeesus." Harry replied wide-eyed, a small smile at his lips. "Sound's serious. Actually, that sounds more 'Harry' then it does 'serious'."

"You better believe it." Hermione smirked as Harry laughed. "God, I can't believe I just said that."

"Me neither." Harry laughed as he packed the egg away. "Can I pawn it now?"

"Harry!"