A/N: Ok folks here is a new chapter for you. I don't own harry Potter.

It was the day of the first task and Harry was excited. He gets to face a dragon today and gets to use his plan while he didn't really want to fight in the tournament he was fully prepared to give it his all. So there Harry was, sitting in the champion's tent waiting for the task to begin. He looked around and noticed Krum and Fleur. Cedric looked the most scared out of all of them. Harry wondered if he ever found out about the dragons. Of course Harry didn't tell him, Cedric creeped him out too much.

Mr. Bagman entered the tent with a bag and walked to the center of the champion's tent and had all 4 of them gathered around. He then had us pick our dragons out of the bag. It looks like the creepy kid gets to go first and boy he looked scared as hell, Harry guessed that no one told Cedric what to expect, Oh well. Harry heard a loud booming sound and immediately hit the dirt screaming "Incoming". After a second or two, he noticed that no one else seemed concerned but cedric was paler than normal. After being informed what the explosion was by an amused Fleur Harry watched as the creep started to walk out of the tent with a suspicious brown stain on the back of his pants and a puddle of urine trailing his path. After Cedric left there was nothing but silence

There was some movement at the entrance to the tent. Harry turned to look and noticed it was that weirdo Randle Weasel, or was it Ron Weasley? All Harry knew about him is that Ron was the first in and last out of the great hall when there was food present and for some odd reason he thought they were friends. Now beyond eating and complaining Ron seemed to follow the Delacour girl around like a lost horny non house trained puppy, drool and all. Fleur definitely noticed him stalking her as she seemed to be getting angrier by the day with it doubling every time Ron was around.

Harry watched as Ron started to approach Fleur hoping to see some unadulterated violence. It seemed Fleur noticed as she glanced at Ron and started scowling. Ron did not understand that he was not wanted here and went right up to fleur with a hungry look in his eyes. Harry wondered if the look was due to the bird lineage of the veela and that ron was contemplating cannibalism or if it was due to her being one of the most attractive women around.

"H-hey Fleur after the task do you want to go to dinner with me?" stammered a lost looking Weasel

Instead of replying Harry thought he saw fire start to appear in her hands. Harry saw a blur of movement from the women and next he noticed that Ron was running out of the tent with his pants on fire and possibly his hair, but as his hair was bright red Harry could not tell. Just as it looked like Fleur was going to calm down the cannon sounded off again. Fleur stalked out of the tent while she started to sprout wings and feathers with her face morphing into an avian shape. Unfortunately she fully exited the tent before she fully transformed as Harry thought she looked damn sexy, being all bird like.

Now it was time to wait again, just Harry and Krum. Krum surprisingly broke the silence " I would hate to go out with her, she would probably kill me in my sleep for some perceived slight".

Harry turned to Krum and replied " But that would be half the fun in dating her. You have to love the danger"

Krum just looked at Harry oddly, Luckily the next cannon blast came signaling Krum's turn at death. Now it was just Harry, waiting for his turn in the suicide booth known as the triwizard tournament. He quickly checked his equipment to insure it was all present and in good working condition. Radio, Pistol, DAGR, and grenades yup he has everything needed to fight a battle to the death and just mabee make it out the other side. Bang welp it was His turn now. Harry walked to the tent flaps and exited

Outside of the tent Harry found a large open space covered with large rocks and in the center was the largest creature Harry has ever seen, a large black hungarian horntail. Harry quickly ran to the nearest cover and pulled out his radio and DAGR. Calmly ensuring the radio was broadcasting on the right frequency, Harry used his DAGR to locate his 10 digit location. Bringing the radio to his mouth Harry enacted his plan

"Delta Mike Eight this is Tango Whisky Four, request Fire mission" Harry called into his radio. He did not have to wait long for a response from his Uncle Sam who helped him plan.

"Tango Whiskey 4, this is Eight actual send it" responded a happy voice from the speaker

"Eight actual, fire for effect on ten grid 7-4-5-1-2-5-4-7-8-2, Fire for Effect on ten grid 7-4-5-1-2-5-4-7-8-2, how copy" Harry barked out

"Whiskey four I copy, Fire for Effect on 7-4-5-1-2-5-4-7-8-2" came the cheerful reply of his uncle

"Good copy eight actual send it" Harry spoke gleefully eager to see the results

"Three inbound seek cover, three inbound seek cover" came the reply before explosions started to happen in the slytherin section of the spectator's stands.

"Eight actual, adjust fire 1-0-0 meters north and reengage" Harry informed his uncle.

"Adjusting fire 1-0-0 meters north and reengage, three round incoming seek cover" the voice acknowledged

"Rounds on target keep it coming Mike Eight" Harry shouted out over the sound of rounds impacting hard dragon scales.

After about 1 minute harry called for a cease fire and observed the damage done to the arena. The slytherin stands were ablaze and the dragon's nest was a giant crater with it's guts spread out all over the place. Harry quickly walked to the crater and found his target. A badly dented and scratched golden egg. After collecting the egg he made his way the the exit. Coming into the medic tent Harry spent his time flirting with Fleur until it was time to collect his score.

Surprisingly the judges all scored him zero, with them claiming that he was not supposed to kill the dragon, destroy the nest and eggs, and he definitely was not supposed to kill the 6th and 7th year slytherins. He glanced one more time in the arena and noticed Hagrid was staring at the dragons remains crying. He thought he heard Hagrid's wail of despair during the bombardment that scattered the dragon throughout the stadium. Harry walked away knowing that Hagrid always cried when Harry was around and having a good day of destruction.

A/N: Just so you are aware I just pulled the grid coordinates out of my ass and I have never called a arty strike so I also pulled that out of my ass. The closest I have been to a strike like that is being trained to fire my MRK-19 out of sight of enemy by using it like it is a mortar