Harry and Mrs. Horntail
Harry left the tent with a stride of purposeful determination. He had decided to set aside Hermione's "Accio Firebolt" strategy as a "plan B"; first he'd try to use his unique talent.
As he came into view of the mother Hungarian Horntail, she roared angrily at him. Harry placed his wand to his throat, murmured "Sonorus," and thought of a snake, hoping to speak Parseltongue. "Excuse me, great lady," he hissed politely.
The dragon's eyes widened. "How do you come to speak the dragon's tongue – and with such a strange accent?" she replied, with a more growling hiss.
"I am told that I am a Parselmouth, so I have the gift of serpent speech; I was hoping that the languages might be close enough." The crowd looked confused and restless; they were hoping for something more exciting, and couldn't understand the surprisingly courteous conversation.
The dragon grinned. "Well, this is fun! I never got to have a chat with my lunch before!"
"Please, great lady," Harry begged, "can't we all just – get along? I mean you no harm, and I would make for a very measly lunch. But if you spare me, perhaps even help me, I'll try to get you something large and tasty for your lunch."
"Oh, really?" sniffed the dragon. "How large, and what kind of help?"
"About three times the size of that half-giant over there," he waved toward Hagrid, "and permitting me to retrieve something you do not need."
"What do you know of my needs?"
"The keepers have placed a golden egg among your clutch. It can never hatch, and is not one of your babies; but I must retrieve it to complete my task."
"Oh!" said the dragon with surprise. "That explains a lot. Each time I warmed my eggs with fire, and sat on them again, one little spot seemed to burn my bum! But as the night progressed, that same spot seemed to get uncomfortably cold."
"So, you don't mind if I retrieve it?"
"No, go ahead," she said, stepping aside.
As Harry approached her, he noticed a bit of swelling in her huge jaw. "Excuse me, dear lady, do you have something wrong with your mouth?"
"Why, yes! Ever since dinner last night, I feel like something is stuck in my teeth. Could you have a look?" She lowered her great head close to Harry, and opened her cavernous mouth, as the crowd gasped.
Harry stepped closer, and some in the crowd screamed. There, stuck between two enormous, razor-sharp teeth, was the head of an ox! Harry stepped forward, drew his wand, and using it as a large toothpick, tried to pry it free. After twenty seconds, it loosened; then five more seconds later, it popped free, just missing Harry and landing in the dirt.
"Oh," murmured the dragon, feeling her teeth with her huge tongue, "oh, that's MUCH better! Why, thank you very much, young man! Now, come take away that silly golden egg."
Harry bowed and approached. When he scooped up the egg, a roar of relief and applause swept through the crowd. He lifted the egg high and grinned.
The dragon said, "How do you call yourself, young man?"
"I'm Harry, ma'am; and what is your name, please?"
"I'm ZsaZsa."
"ZsaZsa? Really?" Harry grinned.
"Well," she smiled, I AM Hungarian. Now – how about my lunch?"
"Oh, right!" said Harry. He turned toward the Forbidden Forest, held out his wand and said, "Accio Aragog!"
