Sure enough it was the first task. The November full moon was last week and not as bad as September and October. Sirius was with them last week and said he should be fine next month.

They were waiting inside a tent for Dumbledore to tell them what they had to do.

While Harry was pacing someone called him.

"Harry, is that you?"

It was Hermione.

"Yeah." he said.

"How are you feeling? The key is to concentrate, then all you have to do is-"

"Battle a dragon."

"You can do it."

Then she left and a few seconds later Dumbledore appeared.

"Good day champions, good day champions. Now we've waited, we've wondered now we'll find out. Barty, the bag."

"Everyone, in a circle around me. Cedric over here, Ms. Delacour, here. Potter, Potter here. Ms. Delacour if you will."

She took a hand in the bag and took one.

"The welds green, Mr. Krum?"

He took his hand and got another one.

"Chinese fireball, ooo!"

After that Cedric did the same thing.

"The sweetish short snout."

Then he turned to Harry.

"Which leaves,"

"Horntail." he said quietly.

"What was that boy?"

"Nothing. Ah!"

"The Hungarian Horntail. Now, these are four very real dragons. Your collection is simple, collect the egg. That egg is what will tell you about the next task. Any questions?"

No one said anything.

"Very well, Mr. Diggory. When the canon goes off." Dumbledore said.

A few seconds later he was gone. While Harry sat there thinking he wished the others good luck. Then it was his turn.

"And now our fourth and final championship." Dumbledore said.

"Harry! Harry!" people shouted.

So he walked out and looked around. Then he saw it and started walking to the egg. Suddenly there was a sound which got him to fall.

Everyone gasped or yelled.

"Your wand Moony! Your wand!" Tracey said.

Harry turned around behind a rock, took out his wand and shouted,

"Accio Firebolt!"

Then he turned around again and barely missed getting hit by fire. Then he looked up and saw her broom. When it was close enough he jumped up and hopped on it.

"YEAH!" people yelled.

Tracey sighed in relief.

He barely missed the dragon.

And sped up.

'Thank god I got this from uncle Padfoot for Christmas last year.' he thought.

"Okay," he told himself, "diversionary tactics… let's go…"

He dived. The Horntail's head followed his; he knew what it was going to do and pulled out of the dive just in time; a jet of fire had been released exactly where she would have been had he not swerved away…

Harry soared higher in a circle; the Horntail was still following his progress; its head revolving on its long neck - if he kept this up, it would be nicely dizzy –

Harry plummeted just as the Horntail opened its mouth, but this time he was less lucky - he missed the flames, but the tail came whipping up to meet his instead, and as he swerved to the left, one of the long spikes grazed his shoulder, ripping his robes —

He began to fly, first this way, then the other, not near enough to make him breathe fire to stave him off, but still posing a sufficient threat to ensure he kept his eyes on him. His head swayed this way and that, watching him out of those vertical pupils, his fangs bared…

He flew higher.

The Horntail's head rose with his, his neck now stretched to its fullest extent, still swaying, hike a snake before its charmer… Harry rose a few more feet, and he let out a roar of exasperation. He was like a fly to him, a fly he was longing to swat; his tail thrashed again, but he was too high to reach now… He shot fire into the air, which he dodged… His jaws opened wide…

"Come on," Harry hissed, swerving tantalizingly above him, "come on, come and get me… up you get now…"

And then he reared, spreading his great, black, leathery wings at last, as wide as those of a small airplane - and Harry dived. Before the dragon knew what he had done, or where he had disappeared to, he was speeding toward the ground as fast as he could go, toward the eggs now unprotected by his clawed front legs - he had taken his hands off his Firebolt - he had seized the golden egg.

A few hours later they were celebrating. Fred and George put him on their shoulder.

"Here we are Harry." George said.

"Lose a leg." Fred said.

"Or an arm." George said.

"Packing all together." Fred said.

"Never!" they finished together.

Then Seamus appeared with the egg in his hands.

"Good job. Go on Harry, what's the clue?"

He looked around.

"Who wants me to open it?"

"YEAH!"

"You want me to open it?"

"YEAH!" everyone said.

He opened it and all they got were screeches. Then Fred and George dropped him on the ground and covered their ears like everyone else. Then he closed it again.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Ron said.

Everyone looked at him.

"Alright everyone, go back to your knitting. This is going to be interesting." George said.

"You have to be barking mad to do this." he said.

"Quiet are you?" he asked.

"You think I'm quiet? Imagine what everyone's saying behind your back."

"Brilliant, that makes me feel lodes better."

"At least I warned you about the dragon."

"Hagrid warned me about the dragons."

He was confused now.

"No, no, no I did. No don't you remember? I told Hermione to tell you that Seamus told me that Dean was told by Pervaty that Hagrid was looking for you. Seamus, never really told me anything so it was really me all along." he explained.

"Who, who could possibly figure that out?"

Then they started to laugh a little.

"Boys." Hermione said quietly.

"Listen, me and Hermione want to help you and Tracey with them again. Get the Missioners back together."

Harry looked at Tracey.

'Let's just do it. You need help on the full moons this year.' Harry said.

'Alright.' Tracey said.

Then they looked at Ron and Hermione who had walked over to them.

"You get one more chance Speedy, Howler." Harry said.

"Thanks Moony, Paddy." Hermione said.

The next day they were eating breakfast and Harry's arm was in a sling. Then Nigel came with something in his arms.

"Package for you Mr. Weasley." he said.

"Oh thank you Nigel."

Ron took it from his hands and out it on the table.

Nigel stood there with some paper in his hand.

Hermione cleared her head. Then Ron turned around.

"Later Nigel, later." he said.

Then he left.

Hermione looked at Ron confused.

"I told him he could get Harry's autograph."

He and Tracey rolled their eyes while Hermione shook her head.

"Oh look mum sent me something." He opened the box and saw some clothes. "Mum sent me a dress!"

Everyone started laughing.

"Well it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet? Aha!" Harry said and put it on his chest.

"Lots down Harry."

He and Tracey laughed a little.

"Ginny, this is made for you."

"I'm not wearing that it's ghastly!" she said.

Hermione started laughing.

"What are you on about?"

"They're not for Ginny, they're for you!"

Everyone started laughing harder.

"Dress robes."

"Dress robes? For what?" he said.

"The Yule Ball is a tradition for the tri-wizard tournament. Since it's in session we and our guests will be celebrating. The Yule Ball is first and for most, a dance."

People started whispering to each other.

"Silence! As House of Gryffindor was recommended. I don't mean a group of blindly bumpily band of baboons!" McGonagall said.

"Try and say that five times fast." Fred said.

George tried to do it and then Fred tried to do it.

"Inside every girl a secret swan lies you longing to burst free."

Ron muttered something to Harry.

"Inside every boy a lordly lions prepared to pronounce. Mr. Weasley?"

"Yes?" he said.

"Would you join me please?"

So he headed over to her and waited.

"Put your right hand on my waist."

"What?"

"My waist."

He started to do it.

"And bend your arm. Mr. Filch if you please."

He turned on the music.

"One, two, three. One, two, three."

Harry looked up at Fred and George.

"Oi."

Then they looked at him.

"You're never gonna let him forget this are you?"

"Never." they said together.

"Everyone come together." McGonagall said.

The girls stood up while the boys sat there.

"Boys on your feet!"

Then Neville looked at the others and stood up.