Chapter 5

It was hell the following morning.

The whispers seemed to have increased. Now it had even spread to my own house, dark glares, hisses and that constant whispering. It was like a dark fog following me everywhere, like my own personal storm cloud - thundering all the time.

The reason for all of this, as you've probably guessed, was down to a women name Rita Skeeter. Harry was portrayed in the following days article as 'the nations little saviour' and being 'dominated by his elder twin'. I was like 'What the hell?' I also bitterly regretted speaking parsletongue in front of the women….

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Harry Potter the Nations brave little Hero

He is the boy that brought down the Dark Lord at the age of one. However, our little hero is being dominated by all those around him. This includes being dominated by his elder twin. Though his 'big sis' only came on the scene very recently she has assumed the role as the bully of the family. My experience of her was only rudeness and a bossy dominating little Madame. Unlike her brother, fame seems to have gone to her head.

Harry Potter told yours truly that the only reason he entered the tournament was a 'cry for help' as he wanted someone to notice his plight. "I only wanted people to notice how cruel my older twin is being to me. She's evil and I don't know what my parents would say if they saw her now."

Kirsty Potter, as seen by myself, is also a parslemouth. This is a trait of Salazar Slytherin himself. I wonder if, on the night He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named turned his wand on her, he passed some of his powers to the child. Will we have another dark witch on our hands in the near future? Will she join him?

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"Don't read that rubbish," muttered someone from behind me.

I turned round to see Harry behind me, "hi 'our little hero'" I muttered.

"It's not my fault she wrote that," he commented, "you shouldn't have tipped her cauldron."

"Are you really a parslemouth?" asked Draco from across the table.

I nodded, "yer."

He grinned, "that's so cool, no wonder you were sorted into Slytherin. Doesn't explain why your brother wasn't though…"

We all paused to remember the time Draco had conjured a snake while duelling Harry in second year. The conjured snake had gone for another student and Harry had told it not to. The fact a Potter could talk to snakes spread around pretty quickly.

"Kirsty," explained Harry, "Ludo's just told me the details for next week."

I looked up, this meant he was about to give me details about the first challenge.

"We need to meet at the tent the night before. They want to make sure we all get a good nights rest."

I nodded, biting my lip, "I don't want to do it Harry. But we have no choice. I hate it."

He nodded, "don't worry, we'll get though it. We always do."

He sent me a reassuring smile before wondering back to the Griffindor table. Sighing, I turned back to the Daily Prophet.

"Incendio," I whispered, flicking my wand.

The paper burst into flames.

I really hate waiting for something you don't want to come. Time seems to have a nasty habit of speeding up and, after what seemed like a blink, I was sitting in the tent. In what could quite easily be my last ever night alive.

"Kirsty," called the talking dragon, "Kirsty wake up."

I suddenly felt my quilt being pulled away from me, the talking dragon was actually my brother.

"What is it?" I muttered, not at all pleased about being woken up.

"You have an hour to get ready. Then we have the task. You have to get up!"

I grumbled a bit more before dragging myself out of my bed. I really hate my life.

My hands were wrapped around my legs. Krum had just been called for his challenge and it was only Harry and myself left in the tent. I felt like I was going to be sick. The worst thing was I knew exactly what we were going to face - dragons. A small model of a Chinese fireball was sat beside me on the bed. Any minute now I would be called to rescue a golden egg from beneath the female dragon.

The air was suddenly filled with the sound of hundreds of pairs of hands coming together,

"Would Miss Potter please enter the arena?"

Shit! Shit! Shit!

I pulled on my green robes. My name 'Kirsty Potter' was stitched in silver on the back. I pulled it tightly around me as I stepped out of the tent, down a small corridor and out into the stadium.

As I entered the arena, cheers seemed to erupt from around me. I stared at the huge creature before me. She was a magnificent specimen of her species. Her scales were a dark Griffindor red, though they shone gold if the sun hit them at the right angle. It was time.

The same rush as I felt facing the challenges in first year came back to me. This was something I knew I could do. I had prepared, we all had discovered the challenge weeks before we were meant to, and I was quick to block out the surrounding crowd.

My eyes had spent the majority of my spare time scanning the pages of books on dragons that had been hidden away in the restricted section of the library. It had been exactly a week ago that I had discovered something important. I hadn't told my brother, we had each agreed to do it alone, though I knew he could have done with the help.

"u Hello" /u I hissed gently.

The dragon paused mid growl, "u you can speak it?" /u

"u I can." /u

"u What do you want hatchling?" /u

"u My lady, I require the fake egg that is coloured gold, it is part of the task." /u

"u Why do you partake in such a challenge?"

"I was forced too." /u

We both paused to stare at each other; the entire stadium was now silently watching us, wondering what I was doing. I had not moved from my position at the entrance of the arena and they could not hear the hissed words I uttered, dragons had an acute understanding of the language of snakes - as did most other reptilian creatures.

The dragon seemed to nod in my direction and, as carefully as she could, she used one of her long talons to carefully extract the golden egg from her brood and place it at the edge of the rock she sat on.

"u Then you may have it young one." /u

I smiled gratefully at her, "u Thank you."/u

With that I carefully moved over to her and lifted the egg from its place on the rock and, after a low curtsy, I lifted the egg high above my head for the rest of the crowd to see. I had done it!

A/N: This story, on my other site, actually comes out pretty fast (Even when I had to write each chapter still). It's my baby at the moment. I'm quite pleased with it. I also know exactly where it's going. Which I quite like - though there is a slight chance it could change…..

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