Inheriting a Draconian Mantle – Book 4
By Stargatesg1fan1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognized characters or universes within. If I did…I would have ended the Inheritance Cycle with Arya and Eragon in love and entangled in a heated, naked, and sweaty mess in their bed. Harry Potter would have been smarter and taken every opportunity he had to make love to the gorgeous Miss Granger and when they were old enough he would have made her the next Mrs. Potter.
Females Bonded by Harry Potter So Far (In Books One through Three):
Nymphadora 'Nym' Tonks is played by Sarah Chalke
Hermione Granger is played by Emma Watson
Susan Bones is played by Karen Gillian
Cho Chang is played by Katie Leung
Ginny Weasley is played by Julie McNiven
Luna Lovegood is played by Evanna Lynch
Queen Dianna of the Fairies is played by Dianna Agron
Females Bonded by Harry Potter in Book 4:
Jaimie (Merlin's mother) is played by Jaimie Alexander
Arya is played by Sienna Guillory
Professor Bridget Regan is played by Bridget Regan
Fleur Delacour is played by Clemence Poesy
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Colin Creevey showed up later that day during a Potion's lesson to lead Harry and Fleur to a weighing of the wands ceremony.
"Isn't it amazing Harry, you being Champion?" Colin asked excitedly as soon as Harry had closed the potions room door.
"Sure Colin," Harry replied while throwing Fleur a pained look.
Fleur smothered a smile as she realized the celebrity didn't enjoy the attention of the excitable younger wizard. The two Champions entered the small classroom near the entrance hall which Colin had led them to a short while later.
The room was mostly clear of objects. Three desks had been transfigured into a long table. Five chairs sat in front of the table. Ludo Bagman and Rita Skeeter were sitting at two of the chairs. Krum was standing in a corner of the room. Not far away stood Skeeter's cameraman whose name Harry had never bothered learning. Bagman spotted the two new arrivals and bounded to his feet.
"Ah, our other two Champions have arrived. Come in, come in. This is nothing to worry about. It's just our wand weighing ceremony," Bagman announced. "We have to check to make sure there is nothing wrong with your wands and that they are fully functional."
"I can assure you Mr. Bagman that my wand is fully functional. You can ask any of my mates," Harry declared.
Fleur smirked and said, "You walked right into zat one Mr. Bagman."
"Yes, perhaps I did," Bagman agreed wryly.
"Harry dear, do you think your mates would discuss your wand with me? I'm sure my readers would be very interested in that topic," Rita spoke up to say.
"If she could only listen into our private conversations about his wand," Jaimie said to her sister amusedly.
Jaimie and Dianna were both present in the room watching the unfolding events.
"You talk about my wand?" Harry asked in surprise.
"Of course dear," Dianna answered. "Though to be fair, if you're going to use such crude analogies then you might as well be more accurate. I'd say you were packing a stave."
Aloud Harry said, "I'm afraid that topic is off the menu Rita."
The witch pouted but pushed on, "How about a quick word for my readers in private."
Harry could sense the lustful thoughts the reporter was projecting his way and wanted no part of it.
"I'm afraid I must decline that as well. The Press Correspondent at Potter Enterprises has requested that I not speak with the press without her present," Harry replied.
"Now you're going to bring your mother into a conversation about your man bits?" Jaimie teased.
The PE Press Correspondent was none other than Lily Potter in disguise.
"She would just love that," Dianna suggested with a grin.
At that moment Dumbledore and the other Triwizard judges entered the room along with the familiar form of the wand crafter Ollivander.
"I would like to introduce Mr. Ollivander who will be conducting this ceremony," Dumbledore said for the benefit of the foreigners in the room.
As the judges took seats at the table Ollivander said, "Mademoiselle Delacour, would you present your wand first please." Fleur passed Ollivander her wand. He brought the foci close to his eyes while causing it to emit several pink sparks of light. "Inflexible rosewood cut to nine and a half inches containing a veela hair."
"Cut from ze 'ead of a veela, my grandmuzzer," Fleur put forth.
"I've never used veela hair in any wands myself because I've read it makes wands quite temperamental but if the wand suits you then to each his or her own. Orchideous," Ollivander called and caused a bouquet of flowers to appear. "This is a fine wand. Mr. Krum, your wand next please." After taking the wand from Krum, Ollivander said, "A Gregorovitch construct made of hornbeam and dragon heartstring. It's thicker than one usually sees at a length of ten and a half inches."
"He's never seen your truest magical foci then," Jaimie said while she snickered along with her sister.
"Avis," Ollivander said, causing a flock of birds to materialize. The sound of the wand was like a small caliber handgun going off. The birds fled out the open window. "This wand is in working order. Mr. Potter, that just leaves your wand." Harry held out his hand and passed the wand to the wand maker. Even at a distance the Rider could feel his connection to the foci despite the fact that he didn't need it to work magic. "Yes, yes this is perhaps the most interesting wand I have ever created.
"And why is that Mr. Ollivander?" Rita asked jumping on a fascinating tidbit of information she might be able to use.
"The core of this wand was a gift from a friend. It contains part of a mysterious ancient dragon whose breed is now long extinct. Mr. Potter is the first magician I ever got a reaction from," Ollivander explained. To prove his point the elderly mage said, "Lumos." The simple first year spell garnered no reaction. "As far as I can tell Mr. Potter your wand is as in good a condition as the day you purchased it from me."
Harry accepted back his wand which contained the powdered form of Saphira's old Eldunari from their previous incarnation. He felt his bond with his dragon strengthen further each time he held that wand.
"Light of creation," Harry whispered in the Ancient language of Alagaesia.
A spherical wave of light with eddies and swirls flowed out of the Rider's wand tip. The light was gentle and pure mixing between shades of white and blue. It enveloped those in the room and imbued in them a sense of purity and rightness they had never before felt. Harry held the spell for only a few moments before letting it go. The light dissipated and those present were left speechless.
"A fine working wand," Ollivander said in a whisper to break the silence.
"Well it's time for photos," Bagman declared excitedly as he jumped up.
The photos took some time given Madam Maxine's height and the positioning of the camera. She ended up sitting down with everyone else standing around her. After the group shots individual pictures were taken. After the pictures were done Fleur and Harry walked down to the Great Hall and ate dinner with their friends. Harry barely paid Skeeter's article much mind. Instead he granted interviews to the Potter Enterprises news network and the other two Triwizard Champions agreed to do the same. All in all he was happy with the fair and equal coverage the network gave to himself and the other two champions. The camera simply loved Fleur. Harry and Krum were both celebrities before the topic of the Tournament ever entered Dumbledore's twisted fantasies.
Rita's article mostly involved speculation on Harry's love life. Saphira's Rider and his mates paid little mind. They made no attempt to hide the nature of their relationship. Rita did bandy about the term harem. Harry's relationship with his lovers bore little resemblance to a true harem. The best term to describe how he interacted with the women he made love to and spent virtually all of his time with was complicated. Nym's response still brought a smile to Harry's lips several weeks after the article had come out. Nym met her boyfriend for their morning run wearing a bright pink t-shirt with the words HARRY'S HAREM MEMBER FEMALE NUMBER 1. On the butt of the pink shorts she wore the script PROPERTY OF HARRY POTTER was scrawled. Nym was good at turning just about any situation into a joke.
The Saturday before the third task saw a Hogsmeade visit for the students of Hogwarts. Fleur and her friends were of course invited along to join the Riders on the visit to the local magical village.
"I love days like this the best because I can be visible to everyone and not just you lot," Nym projected to her fellow Riders as the group left Honeydukes.
"But you still can't talk about everything aloud," Susan pointed out.
"Zis chocolate is very good but would be 'orrible for ze figure long term," Fleur told Harry as they left the sweet shop.
"Does your veela heritage allow you any advantages there as far as maintaining your figure through the joys of sweets?" Hermione asked, curious.
"Some," Fleur admitted. "But not much."
"Even a little bit would be helpful," Ginny muttered.
"Gin, you work out daily. You don't need any magical help keeping your figure," Luna said teasingly.
Ginny's response was to stick her tongue out at her blonde friend.
"Better watch it, Gin. That's a good way to lose a tongue," Harry said teasingly while snapping his fingers and causing the tip of Ginny's tongue to appear in his hand.
Ginny's glare was epic. A moment later her tongue was back where it belonged. The others were grinning at this scene as they entered the Three Broomsticks. The pub was packed with students enjoying the day in the village. There were other patrons in the pub too but the students greatly outnumbered the rest of the magicians present. Harry led the way through the crowd to a booth at the back corner which wouldn't be large enough to hold them all. The sorcerer waved his hands through the air with his fingers dancing weaving the threads of magic from his power core into a tapestry of energy which when finished pushed the space the booth occupied into expanding in a spherical geometry. Fleur was the only person close enough that wasn't a Rider to see that he hadn't used a wand. Her eyes were wide as she slid into the booth next to the celebrity. Harry winked at the French witch.
"What can I get you folks?" Rosmerta asked as she bustled up to the table.
"A round of butterbeers for us all," Harry replied.
Soon the drinks had arrived and the group of friends was chatting merrily away.
It was a French boy, Pierre, who brought up the subject of the Tournament.
"What do you zink ze challenge of ze first task will be?" Pierre asked the group at large.
"I have it on good authority that the task will somehow involve dragons," Ginny said, causing the group to go silent.
"What makes you zink zat?" Fleur asked nervously.
"My brother Charlie is a dragon keeper in a Romanian preserve. My mum has a clock at home which tells her when any of her family members are at work, at home, traveling, or in mortal peril," Ginny explained. "Charlie's clock hand has been at work for the last several years. When it switched to traveling mum made it her business to find out if he was coming home for a surprise visit. He admitted he was at Hogwarts for work. Draw the natural conclusion."
"Surely zey do not expect us to fight a dragon," Fleur said in disbelief.
"Fight one, no," Nym replied.
"Get past one to complete some task, yes," Susan added.
"Zis is most disturbing news," Fleur stated.
The French Champion was rather silent the rest of the day.
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"I want to flay their flesh from their bones," Saphira said with a growl as her Rider appeared next to her later that night.
The pair stood perched at the edge of the Forbidden Forest far away from the castle. At a point where the forest dipped inwards ahead stood an enclosure made of highly enchanted wooden fencing. Inside this enclosure were three highly upset female dragons and thirty wizards attempting to contain the massive reptiles.
"It is very cruel and very foolish to take a nesting mother from her chosen location to nest," Harry agreed with his dragon.
"It's even worse to take her eggs too," Dianna added from where she and many of the other Riders viewed the scene next to Harry.
"I see a Swedish Short Snout, a Ukrainian Iron Belly, and a Hungarian Horntail," Ginny observed.
The Horntail was easily identifiable with its nasty spiked tail which was currently restrained by quite a few thick chains. The Horntail was larger than the other two enraged dragons but was still dwarfed by every Pern-Alagaesian-European mix spawned by Saphira and Mnementh.
"We aren't going to calm them down this way," Charlie Weasley shouted. "Stunning spells on three."
The few wizards who hadn't already had their wands drawn took their foci out and aimed them at the large reptiles. The stunners broke across the thick magically resistant dragon hide as a wave of energy rather than the individual magical bursts the spells had started out as. The dragons went down and their keepers hurried forward to secure the chains to yet more enchanted stakes designed to anchor securely into the ground. Hagrid and Madam Maxime walked around the corner of the forest right past the invisible Riders and up to Charlie Weasley who trotted over to greet them. Maxime walked around the enclosure and stared at the slumbering creatures even bigger than her with awe.
"I didn't realize you intended to bring her Hagrid. The Champions aren't supposed to know what's coming," Charlie whispered to Hagrid.
"No harm done," Hagrid assured. "I jus' thought she'd like to see 'em."
"I'm sure she would," the red haired wizard muttered. "I think you'll find that Horntail interesting my friend. Its back end is just as deadly as the front. Go take a look."
As the half-giant groundskeeper examined the deadly and to him beautiful Horntail he noticed several keepers carrying the creature's large eggs up at that moment and setting them beside her. Hagrid let out a moan of longing.
"Look at them beauties," Hagrid whispered.
"I've got them counted Hagrid," Charlie warned, knowing his old friend too well.
"The bad leader of Durmstrang is heading your way," Cho's Zurariel projected to the Riders at that time.
"Dumbledore appears to be the only school head who plans to keep his school's Champion ignorant," Hermione mused.
"But I doubt it's out of any sense of honor or fair play," Nym suggested.
"No doubt," Neville agreed.
"I don't know about you lot but I've seen enough. The last to Revaro's Peak by dragon back is the slowest flyer," Harry challenged.
Harry leapt to Saphira's back while the other Riders apparated to their draconic companions. The group of dragons swiftly took off into the forest feeling excited by the challenge of the race. Thoughts of the first task were set aside for the time being.
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As the first task of the Tournament drew nearer and nearer Harry noticed that Fleur was growing more and more nervous.
"Fleur, would you accompany me on a walk on the grounds?" Harry asked his French friend one evening after dinner.
"Sure, 'Arry," Fleur replied.
Fleur's English had been improving slowly but surely as she conversed with her English friends in their native tongue often but she still said the handsome celebrity's name with a heavy inflection. Fleur's eyes raked over her fellow Champion's form in the failing light of the Scottish day. Her desire for him was growing with each day that passed since she had met him. The pair approached the forest and Harry stopped after stepping past the first few trees. Fleur looked back towards the school and couldn't see it. The trees seemed to have closed in around them.
"I asked you out here because I can tell that you are nervous about facing a dragon," Harry began. "Take this and wear it while you are performing the first task."
Fleur took the bracelet her friend was giving her. It was beautifully crafted out of a silver colored metal with intricate patterns and shapes woven into the band. A brilliant emerald the size of Fleur's pinky fingernail was set into the centerpiece. Fleur accepted the bracelet.
"Thank you 'Arry. It's magnifique," Fleur said.
"It's for more than just beauty," Harry assured.
The bracelet could only be crafted by the nimble hands of a high elf or someone with a similar form. Tiny micro-runes were woven into the band. After stepping back the mage raised his wand. A powerful torrent of fire poured out of the tip of his foci. Before Fleur could even scream, a visible energy shield matching the color of the emerald set into her bracelet materialized around her form. The fire broke around her shield. A few moments later the fire let up and the shield dissipated.
"Zat was insane," Fleur said with protest.
"But effective," Harry assured. "The fire I just shot at you was as hot as any dragon's flame."
"I appreciate zis bracelet very much but it will not 'elp if ze dragon wishes to crush me or bite me," Fleur pointed out.
"Leave that to me," Harry assured. Before Fleur could ask what he meant the mage drew a handgun out of seemingly thin air and discharged the firearm at her. Again before she could scream the amazed witch watched as the bullets impacted something invisible. The projectiles flattened. "I can create force-constructs wherever I wish and in just about any shape I wish. Neat, huh?"
The trick was one Harry had been working on with his magic for quite some time by this point.
"And you can 'old back ze might of a dragon?" Fleur queried.
"A dragon is nothing compared to a nuclear bomb," Harry assured.
Fleur closed the distance between herself and her favorite wizard and pulled him into a heated kiss which hopefully conveyed all of the relief she felt at the mitigation of the source of her most recent greatest fear.
"Zank you 'Arry Potter," Fleur whispered after breaking the kiss.
"No problem," Harry replied with a wide grin.
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The atmosphere among the residents of the Hogwarts grounds was one of tense excitement the morning of the first task. That morning classes seemed to fly by for the students.
McGonagall approached the Gryffindor table and said at lunch, "Potter, Miss Delacour, the Champions are required on the grounds. It's time for the first task."
Harry stood confidently. Fleur was slightly more hesitant but when Harry offered her his arm she took it gratefully. If her grip was just a bit tighter than necessary the Rider didn't let on. McGonagall looked even more nervous than Fleur.
"Mr. Potter, Miss Delacour, I don't want you to panic when you face your challenge. We have trained wizards standing by," McGonagall assured.
"No worries Professor," Harry replied. "Fleur and I will get through this task with flying colors."
The celebrity threw his transfiguration instructor a roguish grin which reminded the woman a great deal of his father. Minerva actually felt more confident. Potter had his father's bravery and mischievousness with his mother's intellect. These qualities combined in Harry Potter turned him into something greater than either of his parents alone.
"I believe you will," Minerva agreed with a hesitant smile as she led the two younger magicians to face dragons.
McGonagall brought the two Champions along the edge of the Forbidden Forest to the point where Harry knew the dragon enclosure to be. A large tent had been erected which kept the Champions from seeing the dragons. Harry also sensed silencing wards which kept the unsuspecting competitors from seeing the massive beasts. McGonagall left the pair at the entrance to the tent with instructions.
"Go inside and wait with Mr. Krum. Mr. Bagman will be along shortly with further instructions," McGonagall explained. "Good luck."
The two entered the tent and found Victor looking more dour than usual. The highly telepathic mage could sense the anxiety Krum was feeling even if the Bulgarian didn't show it as openly as others might. Krum was sitting on a stool. Harry conjured two comfortable chairs side by side across from the Bulgarian and waited for Fleur to sit before he took the other chair.
"Ready for this, Victor?" Harry asked.
"As I vill ever be," Victor replied with a thick accent. "You?"
"Indeed," Harry agreed.
"Yes," Fleur replied while throwing a grateful look at her British friend.
"I take it you both know vat we face?" Victor asked.
"Of course," Harry confirmed. "If Karakoff hadn't already known and told you we would have."
Victor let a wry smile slip onto his features before replying, "At least ve are all on equal grounds."
Bagman chose that moment to stride into the tent. Bagman was wearing his bright Quidditch robes from his time spent as a member of the professional team the Wasps.
"Good, good, you're all here," Bagman said brightly. "Listen carefully as I explain what is about to happen. Once the audience has gathered in the stands I will offer each of you this bag from which you will draw one of the objects inside." As he spoke Bagman held up a small cloth sack which was moving about as whatever was inside writhed about. "What is inside are small models of the creatures you will face. There are different varieties of these creatures."
"Stop being so dramatic Bagman," Harry interrupted to say. "They're dragons."
Bagman looked like a kicked puppy and demanded, "How did you know that?"
"Oh please, I'm incredibly intelligent," Harry replied. "Not to mention I can see through solid objects when I wish."
Harry gave a blushing Fleur a playful wink.
With a sulking expression on his face Bagman admitted, "You will have to retrieve the golden egg we have placed among the clutch of eggs each mother dragon has. You might as well draw now. Ladies first," the Ministry official said while offering the now open cloth sack to Fleur.
Fleur stuck her hand in the bag and drew a small replica of a Swedish Short Snout. Krum went next and drew out the model of the Ukrainian Iron Belly. Harry went last and as he knew he would he drew the replica of the only remaining dragon, the Hungarian Horntail. The sound of the many feet arriving to watch the first task had ceased by the time the last model was drawn.
"I assume we go based on the number of our dragon?" Fleur asked while examining the dragon's number on her model.
"Yes, I was getting to that. Mr. Krum, you're up first," Bagman replied. "Come when you hear the whistle."
Bagman swept from the tent.
"He's a rather dramatic fellow," Harry mused, causing Fleur to smile.
Even Victor let a small amused expression slip onto his features. A moment later his expression was grim as a whistle sounded. The Bulgarian champion swept from the tent. Harry didn't pay much attention to Krum's fight with the dragon. He was more concerned with the trembling French witch at his side. Despite the shield he had given her and the assurance that he would protect her from physical harm Fleur's instincts were screaming at her that it was insane to willingly confront a mother dragon.
"This is 'ow do you say…insane," Fleur muttered.
"It seems like it," Harry agreed. Taking her hand, he added, "You are going to do magnificently."
Fleur gripped that hand which encompassed her own with a firm grasp. She stared up at her handsome companion, noting that his eyes seemed to faintly glow as they stared down at her. She felt herself getting lost in his gaze. Before she knew it they had their lips locked in a kiss. Those lips tasted delicious to the half-veela. She wasn't sure if she had initiated the kiss or if he had but she was definitely involved in it. Her insides melted. The blowing of another whistle broke her from her enjoyment and she realized it was her turn to face her dragon.
"Go get that egg Miss Delacour," Harry encouraged with a wink.
Fleur stumbled out of the tent in a relaxed daze still excited from her kiss. That excitement vanished when she saw the dragon she faced. Fleur did exceptionally well in trying to charm her dragon using her veela powers. Unfortunately it let out a snort of fire that would have burnt her quite badly if not for the charmed jewelry gifted to her.
"Impressive and quick use of a shield charm," Bagman bellowed through a voice amplification spell.
Soon it was Harry's turn. When the whistle blew he strode swiftly out of the tent, past the trees, and through a gap in the enclosure fence. The Hungarian Horntail crouched low over her clutch of eggs on the opposite side of the enclosure. Large gouge marks were torn in the earth from the lashings of her tail spikes. Her yellow eyes followed Harry closely. The hundreds of spectators watched Harry intently as he paused to consider the massive creature. Harry drew the Elder wand and did a complicated series of twists and spirals while aiming into the forest. A river ran through the forest nearby that very few people present knew about. A massive torrent of water shot out of the forest like a coiling snake caught in the grip of Harry's magic. The dragon turned to face the new opponent and let loose with a stream of fire. Steam was shot off of the watery form but all that did was obscure the vision of some of the spectators. The surface of the water suddenly transformed into scales made of thick hard ice. The semi-solid body shot forward and twisted around the dragon. The mother dragon tried to wriggle free and lashed with her tail, teeth, and claws but as quickly as she damaged the snake its icy and watery form regenerated.
The massive snake dragged the horntail away from her eggs without causing any damage to the dragon's offspring. When the dragon was towards the middle of the enclosure Harry sent a stream of purplish energy coursing from his wand into the air high above the dragon enclosure. A ring materialized and began dropping. The ring grew in diameter as it fell until it was just slightly larger than the struggling dragon. The ring dropped down through the water serpent, passing right through its icy form, and hit the ground with enough force to shake the arena. As the ring had fallen, runes carved into the crystal and copper surface of the ring blazed to life with a brilliant blue glow and a bubble of matching color stretched out from the inside diameter of the ring to swallow the dragon and the space surrounding the reptile. Several moments later space and light shifted until the dragon was once more visible, now free of the icy serpent's grasp. The dragon roared and hurled itself at its prison but the walls were not solid. Instead the flying creature found itself shunted into another dimension from which it could not escape. What the spectators were seeing was best described as a window into the realm the dragon was trapped in, created specifically to contain the enraged creature.
"I don't know what we are seeing," Bagman said through his sonorous charm. "Harry Potter appears to have somehow summoned forth a trap for his dragon. It's like looking under the surface of a pond."
Bagman's description was accurate for as the light passed through the interdimensional window it was distorted due to the contraction of spacetime. Harry calmly walked over and picked up the golden egg. Cheering erupted as he just as calmly walked out of the arena.
"Mr. Potter, please come back for your score," Bagman requested.
Harry returned to the arena and saw the judges waiting. Maxime sent a ribbon into the air out of her wand and watched as it twisted into the shape of a nine.
"Like his performance could have been anymore perfect," Lily sent to the other Riders.
Lily, James, and the other Riders who were attending the event but who wished to remain unseen were floating on an invisible platform positioned above the regular spectator stands.
"She's got to support her champion," Sirius pointed out.
"Impartiality is a myth," Remus added.
"Lily knows, she's just miffed that Harry won't get a perfect score due to politics," James assured with a grin while wrapping an arm around his wife's shoulders.
Barty Crouch Senior put forth a 9.5 as his score using three separate ribbons.
"Huh, I'm surprised the man knows what decimal numbers are," Hermione interjected.
Dumbledore actually put up a ten from his wand causing Nym to declare, "It's about time."
Bagman also gave Harry a ten. With a sneer Karakoff put forth a five.
"I'll flay that rat bastard's flesh from his bones," Lily promised.
James and Remus had to hold the woman down.
"Lils, there are much better ways to get someone back," James cautioned.
"Like this," Dianna replied while sending a jet of magic at Karakoff.
"What is that?" Saphira asked while licking her lips.
"It's like catnip for wild dragons," Dianna replied. "Harry dear, be so kind as to release the dragon from its other-dimensional cage."
"Oi, Charlie," Harry called to Charlie Weasley, one of the dragon handlers.
"Yes, Mr. Potter," Charlie replied with a raised eyebrow.
Charlie and the other handlers had been busy trying to figure out how to free their dragon. So far the solution the other handlers had come up with was to blow up the runic ring. But none had tried for fear what the most powerful wizard in the world would do to them.
"Get ready to restrain your dragon," Harry advised.
The handlers raised their wands but were unprepared for the fury of the mother dragon after she had been trapped away from her egg. She shook their stunning spells off with only a slight pause in her movement but the bulk of her mass hurtled towards Harry. The warrior warlock leapt into the air and over the massive beast, taking flight. The box containing the judges just happened to be in the dragon's path. Dumbledore managed to get up a shield around himself and several of the other judges in time. The force from the dragon's weight landing sent the occupants of the shield hurtling dozens of feet away. Karakoff was not protected in time and the dragon crushed him. Harry's wand danced and large fingers rose out of the ground and pinned the creature to the earth. It only struggled for several moments longer until the combined stunners of a great many magicians had an effect.
"That's what the bloody wankers get for holding a tournament at a school and using dragons," Lily declared.
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Magical they may be but even the judges suffered a few broken bones. Dumbledore's shield had saved their lives. The champions were informed that the second task would take place on the twenty-fourth of February. They were told their golden eggs held a clue for the second task. Despite Karakoff's death a party was still held for Harry in the Gryffindor common room. He was slightly ahead of Krum and in first place. Not a bad start to the Tournament.
It was during the party in the common room that Harry was encouraged to open his egg.
"Go on Harry," Fred began.
"Let's see what is inside of that sparkly thing you risked your life for," George added.
"Alright, alright," Harry replied with a good natured smile as he pried the two halves of the egg apart, swinging the egg open on a hinge.
A screeching racket of immense volume filled the common room. Using his quick reflexes the Rider slammed the egg shut once more.
"Bloody hell…that sounds like a banshee," Seamus said while rubbing his ears.
"Seamus, a banshee's cry would liquefy your brain," Hermione pointed out. "How would you know what a banshee sounds like?"
"She has a point," Lavender pointed out with a grin.
"It was just an expression to prove how bad the sound was," Seamus muttered.
Lavender and Hermione exchanged amused grins.
"It wasn't a banshee. It was Mermish. In water Mermish sounds quite different. In open air the sound is painful to most creatures," Harry announced.
Saphira and Harry had gone swimming in the black lake often enough to recognize the sound coming from the egg and to know what it was.
"So the second task involves merpeople," Cho suggested.
Harry's friends and girlfriends from other houses were also present for the party.
"It seems that way," Harry agreed.
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As December came round so did high winds and sleet. While the weather outside was miserable Harry was inside engaging in a warming and cheerier activity with his favorite professor.
Smut Scene Redacted (See hpfanficarchive or ficsite for erotic version)
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Posted: 12/14/2014 (Edited Version) Rev 0
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