The next chapter at last XD
I've been a bit busy with Christmas stuff, but I finally got this chapter done, hope you like it =D
Harry was alone, sitting in his four poster bed in his dormitory. He couldn't explain why he had helped Malfoy earlier to anyone, so he had kept quiet. Everyone else was downstairs, laughing and joking at Fred and George's new inventions, but he couldn't joke, or laugh, or rest; the first task was in the morning.
He swung his legs over the side, thinking that maybe he would be able to find some peace within himself if he went for a walk. He walked in a straight line through the common room and out of the portrait hole.
The air was cold and bitter; the stairs were never heated at this time, even though many people were still making their way back to their common rooms. Harry walked for a while, until he found the trophy room and then stared at the shining shield with his father's name glistening on the front.
He found himself wishing once more that his parents were here, knowing that they would do everything in their power to help him if they were.
He sunk to the hard, cold ground, hugging his knees to his chest and buried his head in his arms.
It was beginning to get light when he finally lifted his head and looked around, at first he smiled upon seeing the brilliant sunrise through the window directly in front of him. Then it dawned on him, the first task was today, he was going to have to escape the clutches of a huge dragon, how could he do it?
There was a noise from behind the huge trophy cabinet that he was leaning on, he turned and found his eyes met by a pair of gleaming blue ones, with tiny flakes of grey at the sides. "Malfoy?" came his voice, "what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same question, Potter," he sneered in reply. "You'd better be getting ready, doesn't the first task start in… Ten minutes?"
"Ten! Ten minutes? I… I… I better go and get ready."
"Better hurry, Potter, the champions already left," said Malfoy mockingly, "you don't want to be late for your big show, do you?"
Harry shook his head nervously and walked towards the door, only to find Malfoy in his way once more, "but don't kill yourself quite yet, I want plenty of time to laugh at your failings." He then chuckled and moved past Harry, catching his hand on the pocket of Harry's robes as he did.
Harry rushed back to his dormitory, knowing that he had to get down to the grounds as soon as possible, and had to be ready to escape a dragon. He was scared, he had no idea what to do, but what did that matter, no one seemed to care anymore. Ron thought that he'd put his name in and had fallen out with him, and he thought that even Hermione had her doubts about the truth he had been telling.
He grabbed a fresh pair of trousers and a red and gold t-shirt from his trunk – after discovering that he was wearing his pyjamas underneath his robes – pulled them on and shrugged his robes on top. He then rushed downstairs and out into the warm air of the grounds.
He was surprised to see that a huge stadium had been set up right in the middle of the grass. Beside the stadium was a tent, which he assumed was meant for the champions, so he walked for it, trying to look confident.
The tent was full to the brim with reporters, photographers and teachers, he walked over to the corner where he saw a bed with the name 'Potter' floating above. As soon as he sat down, the name disappeared, but if he stood up again the name would appear once more. This kept him fascinated for several minutes, and then he remembered what was about to happen – the task.
Dumbledore entered the tent and asked them all to gather round, they were to select a model of the dragon they would be facing from a small, green bag. Cedric removed his hand with a Swedish Short-Snout nestled within, Krum with a Chinese Fireball and Fleur with a Welsh Green.
Harry knew what was left – the Hungarian Horntail, but he tried not to show it, if he did, the teachers would know that someone had told him about the dragons. He shoved his hand in and removed the small model of the dragon, it still looked as if it could kill you at that size, what would happen when he faced the real thing?
He sat down on his bed, knowing that he would be last to face his dragon, but more afraid than he had ever been, he had hoped for help, from someone, but there was no-one who could give him any. He didn't know what to do! If only his parents were alive, they would be able to help him, but they weren't and they couldn't, so he would have to do this on his own.
He placed one hand in the pocket of his robes, hoping for some kind of inspiration that would help him with the task. He felt around for a while, before removing a folded piece of parchment.
Harry unfolded it and looked inside, it was a drawing of a person on a broomstick, swooping past a huge, fearsome looking dragon. That was how he could do it! He could fly from it!
The only question on his mind now was of who had placed this drawing in his pocket. It was an amazing drawing, every little shape was covered in detail, it really looked, real.
It was only when Cedric was called to go out into the stadium that he realised who it was, the only person it could have been – Draco Malfoy.