Hello lovely Readers,

As for Dumbledore not getting detained or such… easy he's a manipulative old man. You'll see at the beginning of this chapter actually. :3

Not so much action in this, but meh :3 hope you all still like it.

Sorry that the last chapter had even taken me so long. End of term has been hectic and I'm not so sure about my grades in some classes x.x Barely hanging on by my finger nails here.

Once again to everyone who says they love the story: Thank you, I am happy for all of your support as I write this fic.

Also special thanks to those who helped me out in locating the real prophecy I created… To make sure I don't forget it again I created as special file just for it. X.x Then I won't forget it again. My mind is kind of all over the place as of late.

Enjoy!

Things in the story you might want to know.

"Talking/ spells"

'Thinking/ sound affects/ Memories'

-Parseltongue-

.:Spells:.

~Dragon Telepathy~

*Dragon Language*

Chapter Twenty-Two- Whispering Chaos

To say Dumbledore was annoyed was an understatement. Not only had he not gotten rid of Briar Rose, but the Slytherins all came back. The few that had stayed behind were those who were more from neutral families. Now with every single one of them back he found that keeping order in the school would be hard. Once more Evan Spring was now in the tournament and from what he knew the Dark Lord was aware of the boy's abilities.

He had to admit he hadn't expected the Dark Lord to go as far as he had to ensure the boy's safety. It was rather worrisome that he'd gone as far as he had in the first place to get him back. The Dark Lord didn't usually risk so much on a single person. He'd risked it however on a larger group of followers still trapped in Azkaban. There was something more to that boy then just his abilities or was there? Is it possibly that the boy is the key to something that the Dark Lord has planned? If that is the case then he is probably going to use the boy till his usefulness has worn out.

Now Briar Rose on the other hand… is it possible he had known of her existence in this time? No… She looked to young and even he'd not recognized her immediately, however she was with the Malfoy boy that day. So maybe he had?

The only good thing that had come from the encounter when Mrs. Rose had vanished was that Lucius was accused for what happened. Since Harry got him in trouble during the Chamber incident not very many people believed the man let alone any kin related to him. People started to point fingers at the man saying he must have done something to cause the fight to happen. Otherwise the Headmaster would have never fired any kind of spell to harm the young lady. Dumbledore had felt smug about it and when no one had noticed he'd altered Arthur Weasley's memory, making sure that the truth never got out.

People ended up believing him and Mr. Weasley over Mr. Malfoy and his heir. However it seemed the mystery political up riser was none too happy with him. Mr. Thallorian was livid to say the least and for a moment he thought the man would lash out at him. His temper was explosive and reminded him oddly of Tom's behavior, but that couldn't be the man acted nothing like the serpent lord. He shoved that thought away and sighed.

On top of this there was the mystery that portrayed Orion Black in all of this. The male came from far away, yet had an honorable sense for one from a Dark Magic family. Then again Sirius Black was from the same family tree and had a strong sense of good as well. There was still much however, that he did not know of Orion Black.

Dumbledore sighed softly there were too many factors at this point in time that he didn't fully understand. With Harry missing things seemed to be slowly clamping down like a vice. They needed to boy, back in the light's grasp. The Dark would not win… he wouldn't allow it he had to protect the muggles somehow. He would save everyone, even if a few had to be sacrificed to do so he would do it.

"Harry where are you, everyone needs you back in the light… where you belong."

Dumbledore walked over to Fawkes and stroked along the birds head and down its back. It twittered loudly creating a song that was almost sad in its sound. Fawkes spread its wings flapping a few times before settling down and becoming still as it watched Dumbledore silently. Dumbledore chuckled softly and moved back to his desk, sitting down before looking at the forms before him. One good thing came from all of this not only was Evan in the tournament, but so was Cedric. He had faith in the older boy with his abilities. Evan was a lower year so he wouldn't… no, Evan was a very intelligent person it was more than likely the boy knew more than even Cedric did.

Sighing he ran his fingers through his beard a few times, 'Maybe I can give the boy some training? Hmmm or maybe I can have another teacher help him out… either way… we shouldn't allow Evan to win the tournament.'

Dumbledore hummed over his thoughts as he remembered the first task was to be dragons. At first it was to take place in a stadium with a dragons egg placed in the dragon's nest. However, with a little persuading to Fudge's secretary they were to be placing the dragon's in a larger stadium then planted and inside would be an artificial environment that suited the dragon's home lands. They champions each would have to search for where the dragons could possibly be nesting. However, the dragons would be able to roam the stadium freely and special magic would be in place so they would be unable to escape through the stadiums opening in the top, where the stands with their awaiting fans would be.

He smiled slightly at the thought, for he knew that at least three of the students would do well in that environment. Mostly the two Quidditch players would do well… then again the Veela lass would do well as well. Evan was an unknown factor, but the intel he had on the boy told him he was usually never did much adventuring. He stuck to books and kept to himself most of the time and the only time he allowed himself company it was usually only in the company of the Slytherins or a couple Gryffindors.

That however was a bit disturbing considering the Gryffindors he was in the company of were the same ones Harry had befriended. What was worse was that Granger seemed to all but stop talking to the youngest Weasley boy. She only seemed to endure his presence because Mrs. Weasley still treated her as family.

It had all started with the Weasley boy's treatment of Evan when he first started coming to the school. At first he'd felt that it was an encouragement for the boy to do so, however what he hadn't planned on was Evan's treatment of others. Slytherins as a general topic always stuck to their, own and never extended a hand of friendship to the other houses. Evan did exactly that though, he had reached out and helped other houses in any way he could. Even with his background he helped to the best of his ability however… his fear of adult males seemed to be the only weakness he had. That also seemed to grow after the incident when he was locked away. If anything the dragon tamer had instilled that fear and had made it grow.

It was possible that he would not fare well against the other dragons. If reports were right the boy had been subjected to the more ruthless of the dragon hoards. He was no fool, he could tell the boys condition even though the dragon tamer had tried in advance to hide it. He let it happen for it was for the greater good that the Dark Lord wouldn't be able to get a hold of him. In the end however the Dark Lord had done just that.

His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the magical alarms warning him someone was coming and judging by the magical signature he could tell it was Minerva. As she approached his doors he called out and told her to enter. He watched as the large oak door opened and she stepped into the room.

"The ministry representative will be showing up shortly," She said to him.

"Ah, very well… I will go and greet him," Dumbledore rose from his seat with a genial smile.

"Are you sure the first task isn't too hard for them? They are only students."

"I'm sure it will be fine Minerva, the tournament is meant to test them. They are ready," He admonished.

"But Evan is younger than all the champions… surely the poor thing shouldn't have to go through such a troubling trial."

"Young Mr. Spring will be fine… he is rather smart and probably knows just as much as his senior students."

Minerva looked ready to argue, but she saw the logic in it. Spring had impressive scores in all his classes and even on his free time he studied advanced spells that he would have learned in the years to come. Evan would be able to keep up at least enough to be able to keep him-self alive. Though, she was nervous to allow someone so young to participate she wasn't even sure as to why the headmaster was allowing this. He had the power to stop it, yet he didn't and that puzzled her a bit.

Shaking her thoughts off she allowed herself to focus on their meeting with the minister's representative. Though, as she walked an almost itch like feeling in the back of her mind told her that this… wasn't going to be the end of this. Not by a long shot in the least.

{A Shadowed Life}

Harry was starting to believe the old goat was out for him even as Evan. Not only had there been a change in the original task, but they now had to find the dragons nesting place. He looked to the other champions who were now standing there with him in complete shock. They would draw miniature sized dragons from a bag that represented the dragons they would be getting for the task ahead. The stadium would magically change upon the type of dragon being used for each champion.

"Now Mr. Krum will draw first and then Ms. Delacour… followed by Mr. Diggory and finally Mr. Spring," the representative named Ludo Bagman, said to them nervously.

Harry knew of the man, he was part of the Department of Magical Games and Sports sector. Crouch sr. had been the one to help the man revive the Triwizard tournament. Judging by Mr. Bagman's face he wasn't at all sure about the changes made to the tournament. Harry wouldn't have put it past the old goat to pull the same stunt he had with the prophecy. The man would do anything for his 'greater good' motto. Even if it meant sacrificing a few people to get the results he wanted.

Krum stepped up and reached in, when his hand came out Bagman announced the dragon type aloud for all in the tent to hear, "Hungarian Horntail."

Harry flinched a bit at that, for he knew that type of dragon had a bad temperament and if this dragon was like the one he'd seen in captivity as a dragon himself then he was sure Viktor would have one hell of a time with it. Even the dragon tamer had a hard time controlling the one he had locked away in the same place he'd been held. To be honest he actually hoped it wasn't the same one, mostly because even though it had a nasty temperament, all the dragon had ever wanted was to be left alone and given its freedom.

Fleur approached next and reached into the bag, "The Welsh Green."

Harry knew that the Welsh Green was a good pick for Fleur. It was a subdued breed of dragon that didn't usually like to come in contact with human beings. They could often be considered docile at most unless provoked, but were also protective of their brood. Their fire was often shot in narrowed jets of fire, which would be easier to dodge. Hopefully Fleur would be able to move fast enough to get the golden egg they were to find.

Cedric stepped up and nervous twitch to his hands before he reached one up and into the bag to pull out his miniature dragon, "Swedish Short-Snout."

Well it seemed Cedric was probably about as unlucky as poor Krum. The Short-Snout was a very agile flyer and its fire is considered to be so lethal that is renders all trees and bones to mere ash. However, if Cedric somehow kept the dragon on the ground in the otherwise massive stadium then he would have more of a chance to beat it and get the egg. The Short-Snout was considered the least agile on ground because of its lack of forward legs.

Everyone looked to Harry next and he gave a timid look to them, trying to keep in his Evan persona. He hesitated to reach forward and slip his hand into the folds of the bag before him and just as hesitantly he pulled his hand back out and what he saw made him go pale and his eyes go wide. Oh he knew this type of dragon better than anyone before had, had the chance of knowing it.

"Chinese Fireball," Bagman announced.

Though in books they would tell of the Chinese Fireball being aggressive and able to allow up to two other dragons to co-habitat with it, it however likes to be very dominant. The one he'd had a run in with anyways was very dominant and loved to make Harry suffer. He wasn't sure that others of its kind were the same way or not, but he didn't want to be complacent and allow something to happen if things went down fast.

Harry swallowed thickly as he had an almost flash back to that time in that cave. Yes it had been thirty odd years to him, since that incident, but it was still something that affected him greatly. Possibly because it's one of many events that involved the old goat he hated so much. He would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't affected by al that had happened to him. If anything he'd only suppressed what he'd been privy too. Being as Briar Rose in the past he had bouts and episodes where his emotions got the better of him even when he'd tried to rein them in and keep them in check.

However, there was one thing he thought he had gotten over. The day he'd killed Skeeter and Tom had come looking for him, the man had pinned him against the rock face and he'd allowed it to happen. Maybe it was just Tom that he didn't act that way around him? That was the only reason he felt he could be that close to Tom and no one else. He still couldn't be near adult male figures without feeling nervous or even feeling flinch about being touched.

Wait no that can't be it he was fine with Abraxas Malfoy, but maybe that was because he saw Lucius in him? It was possible and the reason why he was comfortable with the black was probably because they were Sirius's family. Then it hit him, they were people he all trusted, people that he trusted with his life and wellbeing.

Harry shook his thoughts off and looked up at Mr. Bagman with wide eyes, before looking at the small miniature dragon in his hand. They were told that they would be able to keep the miniature dragons since they were not in any way dangerous. Harry was a little happy about this considering Osiris couldn't come with him anymore to school he was a little too big now. He remembered seeing Osiris shortly after he was healed enough to move about. The young snake was rather large for his size now and Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to hide the snake anymore from view. Not that he had in the first place, considering that the school only allowed owls, cats, and toads as familiars in the school.

However, since he hadn't seen Hedwig since the incident with his muggle relatives he couldn't use her. Then again using her as Evan would be painting a bull's-eye on him anyways. Tom told him if they had to then they would get him a familiar that the school approved of, mostly to keep them off his back about not having a familiar.

That was neither here nor there though as he stared at the small dragon in his hands and he ran a hesitant finger over its head and down its neck. It made odd miniature dragon like sounds that came off as squeaky. A small smile flitted to his features and Fleur chuckled causing the smile to vanish just as quick.

"I am sorry Spring… I 'ad not expected such a warm smile. Zuch a timid person around most, I am z'ankful to be able to see it."

Harry blushed, "I'm not timid… unless you count adult males… then yes I am…"

"Vhy iz dat?" Krum asked.

"Ah… I'd rather not say… please, it's very personal…" Harry said as he ducked his head.

Krum nodded, "Very vell I vill not push da subject."

Fleur smiled at him and nodded, "I will do zee same Spring… we can possibly talk later. I would love to, get to know better."

He gave a polite smile and lightly bowed to her, "It would be a pleasure Ms. Delacour."

"Pleaze call me Fleur."

"Very well and you may call me Evan."

She smiled and nodded before they looked to the tent opening. It was then that Harry realized that the room had looked rather empty to him. Had he paced out enough to not realize all the adults had left the tent? He really needed to stop doing something like that. Getting wrapped up in thoughts or reading or something that catches his interest to much seemed to always shut off his other senses. Sighing watched as Mr. Bagman and Dumbledore came into the tent. The task would start shortly and each contestant would go one at a time and this was decided by age. Krum, then Fleur, then Cedric, and Harry would go last. The cannon blasted and Krum squared his shoulders before leaving the tent to start the task at hand.

None of them would be able to watch until they had completed the task. Harry would be the only one who wouldn't be able to see of any of the other champion's battle. It was more than likely though that any of the champions could be seriously wounded in this task considering they were dragons. On dragon took at least ten other wizards to knock it out for even a short period of time. All Harry could do was wish them all luck on their task before them and concentrate on staying alive himself.

Harry listened to the announcements over the loud speakers. It seems Krum had found his dragon and was having a hard time getting to the nest. Judging by the loud vicious roars that he could actually understand, he knew that Krum would have a hard time. Considering that the dragons being used were brood mothers it would be really hard. The dragon would be downright nasty to those who posed a threat to the nest. The horntail was a vicious mother, but the breed as a whole was very vicious alone. Horntails were fast in the air, and it is not easy to go toe to toe with that kind of dragon in the least. However, judging by the announcements Krum was doing just that.

Once the battle was over they started to rearrange the stadium for Fleur's dragon. He wished her luck and she smiled at him before looking to the tent flap and waiting for the cannon that would signal her turn to take on her task. She was a bit nervous considering it sounded as though Krum had sustained a bit of damage during his battle. Harry just hoped the older male wasn't too badly roughed up. He really wanted to continue going against the older wizard in the tournament. Harry glanced over at Cedric, who looked visibly shaken and was trying his best to hide it. He wasn't sure if he was glad Cedric was there or not.

The older male having been silent most of his time there and from what little he had seen of the older male in school he could tell he was a well behaved boy. He was polite for the most part and didn't usually like to start trouble, but had no qualms in letting others start it so he could join in. As for his magic, Harry was surprised that his magic didn't even come close to Fleur's or Krum's. It was strong yes, but not by much.

"You okay Diggory?"

Cedric looked up and over at him and gave him a nervous smirk, "Please, call me Cedric and as for being okay… no not quite."

"Okay… I'm sure you'll do okay. Just find some way to keep it on the ground okay?"

"Why?"

"The Short-Snout is an agile flier and if it's in the air you are a more susceptible target. Stay out of its line of fire and keep it on the ground. You'll have the advantage as long as it can't fly."

Cedric swallowed thickly, "Yeah, I know about their fire… I thought Krum got the worst one out of the deal, but… now I'm not so sure."

"Yeas, rather unfortunate for both of you… But I think you will do fine."

"You have so much confidence in me and yet we never have spoken to one another before," Cedric sighed.

"I have confidence in all students at Hogwarts… I believe you can do it, you are smart and strong, I'm sure you have learned a great deal of things that could help you in this task and-" A roar erupted through the stadium stands and Fleur was announced to have finished her task, "Well looks like you'll be up soon. Anyways I think you will do fine, just have confidence in yourself."

Cedric gave him a nervous grin and listened to the announcements that told that they would be setting up the next environment for the next champion. Cedric stood up and waited patiently. It took a while to set up the next stadium, because of the magic they had to use to set it up. The other male took a deep breath to center his self before looking at Harry.

"Thanks Evan… I feel a bit better knowing at least someone has confidence in me other than my dad," At that moment, the cannon went off and Cedric swallowed thickly, before looking back at him, "Well see you on the other side Evan."

With that said he left the room with less than confident strides. Harry was soon left alone and he sat and listened to the announcements as the task set before Cedric was announced. Harry hoped that his plan would work though, the fact that these were female dragons set his nerves to ease. The Fireball he'd met in that horrid place back then was male… not female. Sighing he listened to the loud roars of the Short-Snout as the echoed across the stadium to where he was.

Harry's mind was filled with thoughts as he thought over his task and what his dragon had told him a mere couple weeks ago. He wasn't sure how these tasks ahead of him would help, but he hoped to be able to find that balance he was missing. 'Is it because I see myself separate from my other personalities? If that's the case then how should I see them? I know they're me just with different acts… What if the solution isn't this simple… what if it's something else I haven't thought of just yet?' He ran his fingers through his bangs slightly in mild annoyance.

It was during these thoughts he heard a loud cheer overtake the area. It seems Cedric had finally won his battle. It had been difficult considering that it seemed it took the male considerably longer to defeat his dragon. The announcements told of the change in stadium once more and Harry stood to wait for the cannon.

His body seemed to tremble with anticipation, his fingers almost visibly shaking as he waited. Most people would probably look at him and think that he was just as nervous as Cedric had been just by his trembling. He couldn't help it. Even though his dragon was not present it still seemed to leak some form of emotion out through his mind, though it was not incessantly as strong as before. Harry closed his eyes and took a couple deep breaths to center his self before he felt the trembling calming down and he sighed, waiting for the cannon. Several minutes ticked on by as he waited and when the cannon did resound, he felt his whole being suddenly have a wave of calm come over him.

Harry stepped out of the tent and found himself in what looked like a mountainous cavern. What's more was that there was lava in some place, leaking down out of rock facets and into lava pits that never seemed to rise. Harry could only assume that it was all because of the magic used that the very life like area wasn't in fact over flowing with the deadly molten rock.

Harry glanced about cautiously; he knew dragons loved to roost in places that were considered high and out of reach. Easy to defend places that would leave someone like him unable to get to the nest without some amazing foot work and spell skills, that and a bit of cunning and stealth. Harry had stealth that was for sure, but he didn't want to reveal spells he's made unless he had no other choice to do so. He could talk to dragons and several of the student body had known that Evan spring had been turned into a small dragon so it wouldn't come as a surprise to most of them if he could talk with one after having been one for a bit. However, many other in the stands did not know of this and it would shock them, but technically it was not much of a game changer considering Dumbledore knew full well 'Evan Spring' was a dragon.

The old codger was probably hoping beyond hope that he hadn't had time to explore his dragon side while in captivity as he struggled for his life. Harry paused and looked to a rocky path that led up a mountain face close to the center of the arena. Harry's best bet was that one area, because it gave a perfect view of the surroundings. This made it easy for the brood mother to spot danger before it ever reached her nest.

"She's got to be up there… question is… how big is that cave that houses her and her brood? I may have to lure out, but how?" He paused and looked around shrugging he aimed his wand at the cliff near the entrance and cast a silent, .:Bombarda:.

Not even a moment after the explosion went off Harry heard a loud roar echo from the depths of the cave, showing it was extensively large. Getting in there would be hard if he could not talk the dragon in to allowing him anywhere near her nest. He could faintly hear the sound of the announcer, possibly because the dome was somewhat sound proofed as to not to distract the dragon or the champion. Harry glanced up shortly before the sight of red hide drew his attention back to the matter at hand.

Practically crawling on its belly the Fireball peeked out and over the lip of the cliff side. Its angered eyes narrowing in on him with a hiss as it tasted the air. Its smooth scales glimmered in the light that the lava provided giving the red scales an almost fiery look. Smoke billowed from it snub-snout, curling around the golden spike around it.

*Filthy human… have you come here to sssteal my brood as they did?*

Harry shook his head and the dragon narrowed its eyes, *I am no mere human mortal. Surely you can sense as such*

Harry stood completely still as the dragon snaked its way down the cliff side before coming before him, its face mere inches away from him *It is true, you sssmell as a human, but dragon as well. What are you exactly?*

*What I am is long lost to both our races. Long ago my kind, were the children of dragons and humans. Humans called us Dragonborn your ancestors called us Ux Bahamuti*

A hiss paced its lips, *I know not of thisss, but… Ux Bahamuti is part of the ancient ones tongue… We know of this language, but we cannot ssspeak it well if at all. If you are as you claim why do you not assume your true form?*

*Because people would wish me hard if they knew of my true form and I cannot allow it to be seen. It is also because I cannot call upon that side of me*

The Fireball nodded and then returned to topic *Why have you come to my nessst then young one?*

*I was tasked with gaining something that resides in your nest, worry not it is not one of your eggs. It is an imposter*

*If this is a russse I will tear you limb from limb* She rested down next to him and he climbed on before she gave a powerful thrust with her wings. Sending them heaven wards swiftly, before she circled back down and to the cliff edge where she had left her nest.

Harry stayed on her as she made her way down the long cavernous corridors to her nest. She let him slide off and down to the cave floor. Harry bent his knees to absorb the impact of falling from a height before righting himself once more. He walked over to the nest and climbed over the rocky terrain, that lead to her nest. In the middle of a cluster of rocks where eight dragon eggs, each one a color of vivid crimson with golden speckled flecks that adorned the shells. In the middle of the brood was the golden egg Harry was to retrieve. He reached out and gently plucked the egg from the middle of the nest, making sure he would not lose his footing and accidently cause harm to the nest mates.

*It ssseeems you were correct… that hatchling is in fact not one of my own*

*I am glad this could happen so smoothly… I was prepared to fight you if I had too*

The Fireball chuckled *Young one… All of my kin are clever. We are intelligent enough to lisssten and learn and to take counsel with other dragonsss. We share our land with at least two other dragons before we can bear no more than that. We a aggresssssive to all who are hostile to us… we are more tolerant then others and yet ssssometimes a hatchling will be over zealous and become territorial to the point of being dominating*

*Yeah… had a run in with a young male dragon exactly like that… but that was when I was in my dragon form*

*You said you could not call upon it yesss?* Harry nodded to her *Hmmm…Do you know why?* Harry shook his head *Often our kind hear of other half breeds being unable to access their beast side… It is possible young dragon is in similar situation?* A clawed talon poked him in the chest *Heart is the issue then… When you find what is missing… you will know…*

Harry could tell that the dragon had an inkling of what it might be, but like he'd learned a while ago through his own dragon. He had to figure it out all on his own. He nodded and thanked her and she allowed him to leave before returning to her nesting brood. Harry left the cave and he could tell all was eerily silent. Harry made his way to the finish area and it was only a few minutes after he entered that cheers erupted around the area. So loudly that Harry had the urge to cover his ears it was so bad.

Harry looked up and over at Cedric who looked a little worse for wear as well as Fleur who were both staring at him with wide eyes. Viktor stood behind them, brushing off the concern of the medi-witch that was trying to get that male to let him see his wounds. Obvious the Bulgarian hadn't wanted to miss a single champion's task. His eyes however, were locked on Harry with a new light and curiosity that he would not openly voice. Harry quirked his brow at them and Fleur walked over with an excited bounce to her step. Obviously greatly impressed of what she'd just witnessed. Harry shifted slightly as she seemed to try and gather herself to come up with the words she wished to speak.

"Spring z'at was so wonderful, I did not know z'at you were a dragon speaker," She said with excitement.

"Vould you tell us how you can speak dragon?" Krum spoke up after his curiousity seemed to get the better of him.

"Well… last year I was accidently turned into a dragon by another student…"

"Oh! I remember that… Ronald couldn't shut up about what happened," Cedric stated.

"Yeah… well I was stuck in that form for a bit and then got kidnapped. I think only people in the school knew of my change before I was kidnapped though," He said looking down and away.

"Vhy vould someone vant to kidnap you?" Krum asked

"Well… I'm not sure… a lot of people blame my adoptive family for what happened, but I don't. It's not their fault and the kidnapper never mentioned them in the first place."

Krum nodded in thought, "Did you change back? Vait vhy did you not tell people about your physical change?"

"How many people do you think would believe me that I was a dragon? The only ones who knew were a hand full of students and a few professors… besides if people had known I had been turned into one… I would shudder to think what they would have done," Harry's form shook a bit at the thought, giving him the perfect visual affect for others that he was not having pleasant thoughts about it.

"I can understand z'at…It explains why your temperament is as it is. Z'en I am glad z'at you are here to compete wiz us. It made for a lovely show for all z'at is here," The other two nodded in agreement to Fleur's words.

"Thanks," They all looked to Dumbledore who had used, .:Sonorus:. to announce the points in order.

"In first place with a total of 50 points is… Evan Spring, who subdued the dragon swiftly in its native tongue, and the use of the Bombarda Charm to lure the dragon out of its safe haven, completing the task in record breaking time," Cheers broke out amongst the stands and Harry raise his hands with a gentle smile on his features. "In Second Place with 45 points is… Viktor Krum for the use of multiple types of magic to subdue the dragon long enough to get to the nest with the second fastest time limit allotted." More cheers erupted as Dumbledore ignored them and went on, "In third place with 40 points and the third fastest time allotted is… Fleur Delacour, with the use of several blasting hex's to daze the dragon long enough to slip past and pluck the golden egg from the nest." More cheers and Dumbledore rolled on once more. "In last place with 35 points is Cedric Diggory, for the use of multiple spells and a close combat gravity charm that subdued the dragon long enough for him to slip into the nest and grab the egg before running to the exit before the spell could wear off.

Harry was glad that his task was easy for the most part, though he felt kind of bad that he had it so easy when everyone had struggled with their dragons. It so happened he was lucky enough to get a friendlier dragon. If it had been that Horntail, Harry was sure the dragon would have made mince meet out of him. Sighing he followed the other champions to the castle to get looked at, even Harry, even though nothing had happened to him during his task.

{A Shadowed Life}

Dumbledore was annoyed, he was more than annoyed but there was nothing he could do about it. Evan had not only subdued the dragon, but had located it rather fast in that cavern chasm. What's more it seemed the boy understood the dragon language very well let alone seemed to get along quite well with the Fireball. When they had all come in for the tournament they each seemed about as aggressive as the next. Still the body had blown through the task like it was nothing and seemed to have made a friend out of it though albeit a dragon friend.

However a good thing had come of it. There were whispers amongst the students, a lot of them had known the boy had been turned into a dragon the year before. Those that hadn't however, where whispering many tall tales about the boy now. It was rare for anyone to be able to speak in the dragon's tongue. This also applied to those who could speak parseltongue and the only two known people to this day to Dumbledore's knowledge who could speak it were Tom Riddle and Harry Potter. Yet Evan was the only one alive who could speak in the language of dragons, to his knowledge anyways. Most people had forgotten that Merlin was dragon tongued. Already people whispered of the boy being a demon or something sinister. Claiming he was fooling people in being nice while others said the opposite and tried to protect the goodness that Evan had shown people.

Dumbledore could play this to his advantage. He smirked to himself as he ran old fragile fingers through his beard. If he could get the boy to come to him for protection and gain his trust then he could easily have a new playing card on the field. He had to somehow though get the right people to pull him in his direction. He seemed to get along with Mrs. Granger so it was a good start to say the least.

Maybe he could get Ronald to befriend him? No, that wasn't going to happen. The boy was vicious against Evan since the boy showed up. He would need another Weasley then it seemed. Then possibly, Ginerva Weasley could? She would have to do, for he didn't quite trust the twins. Something about the two seemed to unsettle him sometimes even though he was convinced that the whole family was deeply rooted in the light.

Dumbledore leaned back in his seat, 'If only we knew where you were Harry… then maybe I wouldn't be so worried about this new threat on the board.'

It had been a year since Harry had gone missing. No form of tracking spell could find him and even the Ministry could not locate him. Their magic tracers on the boy's wand had never gone off saying that he was preforming magic anywhere. This worried Dumbledore the most considering that all the tracers and tracker spells in the world couldn't find him. Possibly because the boy was either dead somewhere or he was under a mountain of powerful spells. The only one he could think would be able to do either would have been Voldemort himself. He needed to convene with Severus about this soon and the order. It was time to start to actively look for the boy more then he'd already been trying to do on his own. The more people he knew was looking the more he felt they would be able to find the boy.

It occurred to him then that he should also call Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. They could possibly be able to get a hold of the boy faster than anyone else. Dumbledore got to writing and sent the letters out as fast as he could, sending out owls from the schools owlery to get the letters to their intender persons. They had to figure out something and quick, too many unknowns had popped up and he could feel that something big was on the horizon.

Next Chapter- The Crack

Well everyone that is it for this chapter. Looking forward to your R&R's. See you all soon!