Ok, in my stories ditch the Quidditch I have something better. Dragons! So there is a huge dragon barn with like, 35+ dragons… also the dragons that some students own. (You know they board them there…) The dragons are telepathic and Harry has one. (Harry just about lost half of his galleons on this beast.) Also the barns are divided in half, the first half were you walk in is school owned dragons, then the second half is student owned dragons. The dragons' eyes are about the size of half of a piece of paper except rounded. They have longish necks and long tails (They are warm blooded) and the wind span is about the same size of the dragon. Sophie is the dragon master.

After a long day of suffering through classes and having a dragon complaining at you in your head all day, Harry could finally escape to the barns. Because this was his first time in the barns he was taken aback with how much smoke was in there, after all, all the dragons were fire breathers. That is except Fechin (pronounced FEH-kheen, Irish for raven or battle), Harry's dragon. Fechin is black and blue unlike the others that are a wine red, and instead of breathing fire, Fechin breathed acid. The reason she was whining at Harry was because everyone was looking at her and crooning at her and most of all, the smoke was really getting old. At seeing Harry, Fechin let out a stream of acid letting out a putrid smell of stone being buried by acid.

Cut it out! Sophie will eventually send you to the stews if you keep doing that! Harry said to her (would you call telepathic-ing said or thought? Whatever if it's in italic then that person/thing is using telepathy).

Just get me out of here! I'm so bored I need to stretch my wings. PLEASE! Fechin replied.

When are you not bored? Harry retorted while walking over to get Fechin's halter. Come on, he said after slipping her halter on.

After flying Fechin and grooming him Harry retuned Fechin to his stall, and ignoring the complaints from Fechin, left to go to the Gryffindor common room. Half way there Sophie caught him.

"I say if you can't keep that dragon from burning those walls he'll have to go. That smell of acid, the other dragons can't handle it," Sophie said.

"She. Smoke bothers her, so acid smell can bother the others," Harry retorted, "Plus I though you said that you would love to have an acid dragon."

"You got me there, Potter," she said with a grin, "Fine, have it your way. Friday there is an advanced lesson, want to come, you know be in it?"

"If Fechin stays," Harry said with a laugh.

"Hey! Stop badgering me; it's not my fault that 35 dragons are complaining! See you Friday!" Sophie said and jogged off toward the barns.

"There you are! We've been looking for you! Ew! What's that smell?" Ron said, looking him up and down to see if he could find the answer.

"I'll tell when we get into the common room," Harry said and ran off because he didn't want Draco's goth girls coming after him too.

In the common room, Harry told Hermione and Ron about Fechin, after of coarse changing clothes.

"Wow that's wicked!" Ron said with wide eyes. Then the common room got uneasily quiet. "Damn."

"What? What is it?" Harry asked confused.

"I now owe everyone a galleon, I had a bet that I could go a whole day without saying 'wicked,' and well I lost obviously," Ron said extremely pissed off.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I want to see Fechin," Hermione said then stood up and walked off to go to the barns, Harry and Ron following, after paying everyone in the common room one galleon.