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Never Mess with Dragons…
A/N: Thanks to my wonderful Beta, LtsHrIt4ThBoyz.
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Harry's magic was unbound, and he had nearly two years of training (with all of the time turning done) but was still young, and inexperienced with this level of combat.
After all, none of the FORGE group had ever really tried to kill him before, and Harry knew he was outclassed.
Dare he? Dare he go where he had met the giant blue dragons?
Wouldn't they just eat him too?
Then a phrase cropped up in his mind. Dumbledore was rather boney and scrawny. Yes. YES! He had an idea.
With a grin that should have warned the Headmaster that educated Harry's father for seven years, for Harry's grin was a twin of that evil look, Harry grabbed a handful of robes and activated a portkey.
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Harry conjured the large barrell high in the air. Oh, he knew that it wasn't really food, and had no idea taste-wise if it would be acceptable, but he wanted to make sure that they knew who was dinner.
And who wasn't.
The magic called forth the dragons, and Harry waited.
Closer they flew. Closer, closer.
NOW!
The barrel dropped right on the old man's head, the red liquid dousing him liberally.
ʥ"I brought you something to eat. I was told that this was something you liked."ʥ Harry shared
Dumbledore, dazed and confused, tried to figure out what the liquid was by smelling it and then tasting it to make sure.
ʥ"Is this the one that has hurt you? He dared! You are OURS! We will take care of you. And the sauce is perfect."ʥ The mother dragon turned to the dead man standing.
ʥ"Never meddle in the affairs of dragons. For you are crunchy, and good with ketchup.".ʥ
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A/N I could not find a definitive origin of the phrase. All praise to that person for it, though.
