Alright, so another one. This time it came out of nowhere.

So, what did I think of? So, remember a while back when I did a Harry Potter/Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid crossover pilot? Well, I own all current volumes of the manga; I do recommend them as they're good reads which brighten my day. But enough stalling, to the idea! Question: What if Harry accidentally summoned Lucoa instead of Shouta during his time at Hogwarts (at any point)? That was the question I asked myself one night as I was about to fall asleep and snapped awake to write it down on a sheet of paper which then got written here a few days later as my desk is a mess. So where do I want to go with this?

Harry, tired of people around him not helping at all with their constant mocking of him getting the fourth Triwizard slot decides to hide in the library where he finds the most interesting tome to summon a familiar. Well, this doesn't summon a familiar, but a dragon god.

Rating: T – Mainly for reactions to Lucoa's very voluptuous body.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid belongs to coolkyousinnjya and Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.

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"Talking."

'Thinking.'

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Harry was not in a good mood. In fact, this entire week was just not going his way. The first thing that happened was the Triwizard Tournament decided to roll into town with two other schools in tow. That, in and of itself wasn't that bad. In fact, Harry had to admit that the girls from the French school looked rather fetching if he were to actually admit it. No, it happened to be the week after the Triwizard Tournament began, and by beginning it was implied that we were starting from the beginning and not the still unknown 'First Event' that Bagman kept going on about.

For the most part, for once, everyone seemed to let the 'Boy-Who-Lived', Harry Potter, be left alone to his own devices as they were all hyped up on who was going to win the tournament, who to place bets on, and so on. That all changed on All Hallows Eve. This was the one day a year that Harry would excuse himself and would keep to himself for the night. He didn't want to bum anyone out since it's not like their parents' death days are on a major holiday celebrated by Muggles and Magicals alike. What made it worse, and a bit of a kick in the groin was that Professor McGonagall wouldn't let him not attend the feast this year as she had previously the last two years. She said that the school had to present a unified front behind the chosen Hogwarts student that had their name selected from the Goblet of Fire. He had grumbled, but the Professor relented and would allow him to leave after the choosing ceremony. But being Harry James Potter, things could never be that simple for him.

Who else but him could go around and say that they wanted nothing to do with excitement for the year and end up head-long in it? He supposed a precursor of events that could have foretold this was the attack on the Quidditch World Cup by Death Eater remnants over the last few weeks of summer. He got entered into the Triwizard Tournament and he had no idea who entered him. He could only chalk it up to a select few people. The first was Draco Malfoy, but there was something about him that wouldn't do this from a murder-by-proxy aspect; even his father would have a tough time getting him out of that mess, especially if Dumbledore was looking into it to find the culprit. The second was Malfoy's father, similar reasoning though and he had an alibi despite being one of the members on the Board of Governors and could come and go as he pleased because of that alone. The third was much more terrifying in the way that it was a third party who wanted to see him dead, all of those were Voldemort linked, but complete unknowns.

To make matters worse for him, pretty much seven-eighths of the entire student body had turned against him. He expected that the Slytherins and the Hufflepuffs would be against him since the Slytherins were always against him, but the Hufflepuffs all on a unified front was against him. The only person in the house itself that wasn't hostile nor passive aggressive towards him was Professor Sprout. The one that was a genuine surprise was Ravenclaw. Usually, they were very passive about events that happened in the castle that didn't involve knowledge of some kind. Harry found that a girl that he sort of had a crush on, Cho Chang, was dating Cedric and therefore that was more than likely the link and reason why the hate was coming from the house. But that wasn't the straw the broke the camel's back. No, he had suffered through the shunning that came from houses once before. But the final betrayal was a little closer to home.

The final stab in the back for Harry was that which came from his own house, Gryffindor. The entire house was split in two. One half was convinced that Harry either had a death wish to join his parents or was convinced that he was some deranged glory seeker as the previous three years he had been in the center of attention of events that rocked the school. Quirrell in the depths of the school? Harry. The Chamber of Secrets and the events that came about because of its opening? Harry. A mass murderer that wanted to break into the school (who turned out to be falsely accused)? Harry. In a cathartic kind of way, it sort of made sense why he would be accused of being in the center. But the biggest knife in the back was how Hermione and Ron turned their backs on him. That's what really hurt him. And if that weren't enough, he was going to be facing dragons. Dragons! The kind that flies, have giant gaping maws and have a predisposition for spraying fire everywhere and roasting everything alive.

And now he was hiding away in the library trying to figure out how to even survive the first event. The first thing that he did was look at the history of the Tournament and what he saw didn't fill him with personal confidence. Especially the final Tournament in which saw its banishment. They had employed the Department of Magical Creatures to get XXXXXX-class creatures as obstacles for the first event. They all died. The report didn't even say how they died, but they did mention who they were and what they faced. It didn't take much imagination to figure out how they died. The survivor in him started to search for anything and everything that could give him an edge to just survive. And he found just the book. And he found something.

Inside was a sort of… summoning ritual. It would allow him to summon a familiar to assist him in whatever task was needed. He had two weeks to gather the resources needed for the ritual as well as brew it. If he timed it right, he could have the concoction prepared for the first challenge. And so, he spent the next week gathering the materials. Consulting with Neville, he managed to gather all the plant and animal parts that he would need to gather. Using his invisibility cloak, he would sit in on Seventh-year potions classes to learn the subtleties of the potions that they had to brew. When he thought he had learned enough to get what he needed out of it, he started brewing the potion.

It was a long and arduous process. There were many long nights and early mornings spent in the girls' bathroom on the second floor, the infamous bathroom of Moaning Myrtle. The ghost seemed to appreciate his company, even if he was there for his own benefit. She even gave him a pointer or two at certain points in the potion's brewing. No one really seemed to notice his disappearance. He heard some overheard rumors that he was hiding, which, technically wasn't wrong. Finally, at eight hours to the start of the event, Harry was finished. And what he ended up with was surprisingly little. He had enough potion to fill a water bottle. Not enough to perform the ritual itself. At this point, he figured he was done for. But then, the infamous Potter genius took hold. And by 'genius', see 'insanity' in any standard dictionary.

He came to the realization that he could make a cauldron in the stadium (as he did know where the event was going to take place) and place the potion in conjured water. It wasn't like he was going to be drinking it anyway. He didn't know what the exact layout of the field was going to be, but it couldn't be that hard to manipulate whatever was down there, was it? Surely, they wouldn't make a pure death trap, they had to have some way of getting out of it. He pocketed his concoction and made his way back to his room, not sleeping a wink, still worried about the next morning.

Harry woke up the next morning not exactly knowing what to expect. He walked down to breakfast well before anyone was there and all he could do was pick at a proper English breakfast with his fork not eating a single morsel. He could hear the mutterings of his classmates who didn't like him whispering 'dead man walking' and other insults that weren't very creative in the slightest. Eventually, he just got fed up with it and left without any expression to say otherwise. Of course, there was the prodding of Draco who had apparently woken up early specifically today just to goad him since it might be 'his last time to do so.' Draco was a dick and everyone who didn't know it already got to know it.

Harry eventually made his way down to the arena, the Quidditch pitch, and changed into his uniform. It was odd, to say the least. It was basically leather over a Quidditch player's uniform in places with the Hogwarts emblem emblazoned on the breast. Mercifully, the organizers of the event had provided a changing area to allow the competitors to change. Once he did, he emerged to see that Cedric, Fleur, and Viktor were all waiting for Ludo Bagman. The only person that really stood out was Fleur who was wearing what Harry had seen oddly enough in movies portraying Russians with Adidas sportswear.

"Harry," he heard a whisper coming from the outside. It was definitely feminine in tone. He wandered over to the tent flap which led outside. "Harry, is that you?"

"Yeah," he replied, realizing it was Hermione. He was conflicted. On one hand he wanted nothing to do with Hermione after she treated him the way he did when she was with Ron, but on the other hand, he really needed someone to talk to, even for a little bit.

There were a few awkward seconds before Hermione continued. "How are you feeling? Ok?" He didn't respond, he wasn't feeling even remotely 'ok' at the moment. "The key is to concentrate. After that, all you need to do is-."

"Battle a dragon," Harry rebutted. Concentration would only help him so much against a beast that could breathe fire. Hermione couldn't find the words to say, so she just burst through the tent flaps and embraced him, probably for the last time too. It was then he heard the sound of a camera bulb flash going off. Both he and Hermione turned around (and the other three champions as well) to see Rita Skeeter, Ms. Busybody herself.

"Young love!" she seemed to coo in a sickly-sweet tone, that, if Harry weren't raised to treat others with respect (mostly) he would have probably punched her. He was definitely tempted to, anyway. She wandered over to the duo, her cameraman and Quick Quotes Quill following right behind her. "Stirring," she commented but didn't seem like she was satisfied with the word choice. "If anything goes… unfortunate today, you two might even make the front page."

'Ok, she's really testing me now,' Harry thought. Before Harry could say 'you're a cold-hearted bitch', Viktor spoke up.

"You have no business here," Viktor said in his heavy Eastern-European accent as he approached her. "This tent is for champions and friends." He left out the part of 'of which, you are neither', but it was heavily implied based on his body language.

"No matter," she brushed off the most intimidating person in the room as if he was no one. "I already got what I wanted." The cameraman, seeing an opportunity for B-roll footage, as well to be an ass, decided to flashbulb Viktor and the other three Champions as well. Harry looked to Viktor and nodded in thanks. Harry saw Viktor, while still an opponent, as a true bro.

Before anyone could say anything or do anything further, (although, Harry's first words would have been akin to calling Skeeter a bitch, or bint) Dumbledore came in through the same tent flaps that Hermione came through earlier.

"Good day, Champions!" he said in high spirits, probably drunk off of the crowd's excitement. "Gather 'round, please. You've waited, you've wondered, and at last the moment has arrived. The moment only the four of you can truly appreciate." Harry had other words for 'appreciate' though. Dumbledore seemed to notice one extra person in the tent and turned his head to see Hermione. "What are you doing here Miss Granger?"

She seemed to see that this was her moment to 'exit stage left'. "Oh, um, sorry. I was just leaving," Hermione said as she left.

"Barty, the bag!" Dumbledore announced. Behind him, Barty Crouch came holding a black bag with drawstrings.

"Champions, in a circle around me," he ordered kindly, clearly wanting to get underway. Harry and the others obeyed as they too wanted this over with. He then started to move them in what was clearly a move for the cameraman to take his picture. He held the bag up to Fleur. "Miss Delacour, if you would." The bag was smoking, something that was odd to say the least. She obliged and reached in to pull out what looked like a tiny green dragon. It snapped at her and climbed into her hand. It was a tiny dragon. "A Welsh Green," Barty announced. He then approached Viktor. "Mister Krum." Viktor also obliged and also pulled out a dragon. "A Chinese Fireball, ooooh," he feigned awe. Barty didn't say anything next and approached Cedric who didn't miss a beat and pulled out a dragon as well. "A Swedish Shortsnout." He crept both Harry and Cedric out next with his facial expression. It had that… 'creeper' look to him. "Which leaves…"

Harry muttered, "Hungarian-."

"What was that?"

"Nothing." He reached in and the little blighter nipped him and he grimaced in turn.

"The Hungarian Horntail," Crouch announced. Harry had figured it out by the process of elimination since he saw the four that Hagrid allowed him to see when he was on his date with Madame Maxine. The Champions, and Dumbledore saw his worry, but Crouch went on. "These represent four very real dragons each of which has been given a golden egg to protect," see: trick; "Your objective is simple. Collect the egg. This you must do, for each egg contains a clue without you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions?"

No one said anything. Seeing that this was his moment to step in, Dumbledore said, "Mister Diggory, at the sound of the cannon you will-." The sound of an old broadside cannon went off as Filch lit it. Everyone looked up in surprise as he did so as it was unexpected.

Taking it in stride, Cedric walked towards the end of the tent that Skeeter had walked through previously, obviously nervous as they all were. Outside, the crowd could be heard chanting 'Diggory'. And it was at that point that he went into the arena. Minutes later, the sounds of a dragon screeching could be heard and fire being thrown. One by one, each of the contestants left the tent at the sound of a cannon and didn't return. And then there was only one person left. Harry. And it was safe to say that Harry was a nervous wreck.

"Three of our champions have now faced their dragons and so each one of them will proceed to the next task. And now our fourth, and final contestant," Dumbledore's voice came over the Sonorous charm.

It was now or never, unfortunately, magic wouldn't allow it to be never. Harry proceeded into the pit to face his dragon. He walked down the path the led to the bottom of the Quidditch pitch and patted his pocket where the flask was currently. He kept a hand on his wand and approached the shouts and excited screams that echoed from the light at the end of the tunnel. When he reached that entrance, he didn't emerge right away. He looked down into the crowd. Luckily, the entirety of Gryffindor was cheering his name. The cynic in him thought that there were some that were doing it for the gloating and hopeful victory of the House rather than Harry himself.

He looked into the arena and saw the prize that he needed to capture, a golden egg. But where was the dragon? He looked all around but didn't see it. Surely the staff that organized the event wouldn't be so stupid as to not even bring a dragon. Actually, considering that they were having a teenager facing a wizard killing creature was insanely stupid made them seem stupid by that decision alone. No, it had to be in the pitch.

He slowly entered the proverbial ring of fire and kept his wits about him. It was hard to hear anything since he could hear everyone above him shouting either words of support or insults, and they were trying to outdo each other; the louder one shouted, the other shouted louder. He knew that the Ministry wouldn't be so moronic to leave a dragon just flying about untethered as it would put many prominent persons that were part of national governments at risk of dying, as to how they did it though was a mystery. Currently, he was scanning the skies but didn't see a thing. But there was one thing that was certain, he couldn't see above the 'cave' opening. And so, he moved carefully into the arena.

His trained, albeit still fledgling, Seeker instincts screamed at him to move similarly to how they would scream at him to dodge an incoming bludger. And he answered said instinct by diving to the side. When he did, he was greeted to the tail of a dragon slamming into the stone next to him causing rock shrapnel to fly in all directions. Once again, he was grateful for magic as the outfit, he had been forced to wear actually felt armored against those rocks. Sure, he felt it, but it didn't penetrate the seemingly thin material. Before he could gather his thoughts, the dragon decided to strike again; luckily Harry rolled once again to avoid the dragon's clawed foot from slashing at him which sent more rock shards flying. He found himself in one of the ringed ravines that were around the dragon's perch.

He quickly scuttled into the nearest foxhole looking rock. The dragon breathed fire at him. He chose correctly as the store stood up against the fire breath. The word 'halitosis' popped into his head for some reason. He knew that the dragon wouldn't be fir to sit there forever and he was timed. The Slytherin led crowd was now jeering at him, saying that he was a coward. He just brushed it off. They too would be cowering if they were faced by the same threat, but they were behind a shield of some kind if that shimmer was anything to go off of. He figured that now was the time to act. He magically formed a basin the size of a medium rimmed cauldron and filled it with water. Lastly, he poured his hidden flask into the basin and bit his finger to allow a single drop of blood fall into the concoction.

Slowly he started to chant, "You who are beyond this material plane, hear my plea. Come forth and assist me in my moment of need." The concoction started to glow as a circle made of magic appeared containing many geometric patterns that were not random at all but formed in sequence. The glyphs glowed brighter and brighter until a beam of light formed that was sent straight into the heavens. Everyone was instantly silent, even the dragon had ceased breathing fire and stood still.

What happened next surprised everyone in the arena and would be told in stories that would be repeated for generations to come. Out of the liquid came a very attractive looking woman with horns. Her 'assets' were larger than anyone had ever seen on a woman naturally and figure seemed almost exaggerated. The odd thing that some found disconcerting was that she was smiling and her eyes were borderline closed. To some, it was just odd, to others considering the circumstances it was disturbing.

She looked down at Harry, her current state of undress only slightly bothering him. Circumstances had pretty much turned off certain thoughts. "My, my, what's going on here?" she asked melodically while placing a hand under her chin. There was the definitive roar of a dragon behind her. "My, my, a wyrm tries to challenge her elder?" she said with no worry in her voice at all. Her right eye opened to reveal a golden cat's eye. The instant she did, the dragon cowered in fear and attempted to fly in the opposite direction until the chain that had it rooted in place in the pitch kept it from going any further, but it was adamant at getting as much distance as possible from this horned woman.

Harry took this opportunity and immediately went for the golden egg and retreated towards the cave as soon as it was in his hands. Little did he notice that she was following him as well. There was still silence as the dragon wranglers who had previously come in after the last three task attempts came in as soon as the Champion left the pitch, just stood in awe. They did, of course, finally get their wits back and subdued the very distraught dragon who was oddly cooperative in wanting to get out of the arena. This, of course, worried the wranglers.

Meanwhile, in the tent. Harry looked at the egg in amazement. He was alive. He had summoned… something, and lived to tell about facing a dragon. It was then he realized there was someone behind him still. He turned to see the well-endowed, horned woman standing behind him smiling like some sort of… older sister or something. "Hi?" Harry asked, hoping to start some kind of dialogue.

"Greetings, may I know the name of the wizard who summoned me?" she asked.

"Harry Potter," he replied uneasily.

She bowed before saying, "My name is Quetzalcoatl, though you can call me Lucoa."

"Pleased to meet you. What are you, exactly?"

"Me? I'm a dragon," she replied as if she were talking about the weather.

What had Harry gotten himself into?

To be continued…?

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And that's all I really have for this one. One thing that you may have noticed right out of the gate was that this started as a very moody pilot. This wasn't entirely by design. I wanted to get inside a character's head who would be in the exact same situation and write how they would logically react. However, I like to think at the end there that it got much lighter-hearted there. My intent is for this to be a comedy thing instead of moody, teenage angst.

One thing that you may have noticed is that I played on the "elder sister", or "onee-sama" trope of "ara, ara" but with "my, my". This was intentional. I figured it would be more interesting and much more hilarious to write for. I mean, she does unintentionally tease Shouta all the time, I figure it would be fun to play off of.

It came to my attention that in the newest volume (Vol. 7) that Kobayashi directly references Harry Potter when taking Shouta overseas in place of his father as a chaperone. So, if this were to continue, I figure I could write this in such a way that this little story takes place before the entirety of the anime instead of during it. This, of course, would demand more planning. Essentially, it would be a Goblet of Fire story with maybe an epilogue. However, I have not planned that far ahead with this one so… I got nothing at this point. No idea if it will continue.

Let me know what you thought about this one.

Until next time in whatever I do next!