"So let me get this all straightened out. Severus, on Dumbledore's orders, modified our memories of the events in order to allow us to have our relationship left intact and also as a way of protecting Bastila from Death Eaters, and from other students like me who would have freaked the hell out. You knew about all of this and didn't tell us?" Daphne asked of Nyssa, who was floating along beside her and Bastila. It had been three weeks since the Crouch incident. Three weeks since Bastila had told Daphne about her father's identity. It was the morning of the first task, and they were on their way to Dumbledore's office.
*It made sense at the time. Everyone was worried about how it would have affected you both. It DID go very poorly after all.* Nyssa hissed. If a snake were capable of rolling its eyes, Nyssa would have done it right then. *But, you two handled it wonderfully when it came to light again after Crouch was apprehended.*
Bastila quickly relayed to Daphne what Nyssa had said, then added her own comment. "Nyssa's right. At the time, it made sense to do. But with Crouch, we handled it ourselves and we got past it." She told Daphne. She looked at Nyssa and added, "I don't blame you for following orders and not telling us. Severus and Dumbledore just wanted to protect us."
"Speaking of protecting people, do you think you're ready for the first task?" Daphne asked as they reached Dumbledore's spiral staircase that was guarded, as ever, by the Gargoyle statue.
Bastila smiled and grabbed Daphne's hand. "I'll be fine. I've been practicing every spell I can get my hands on for weeks now. I'm sure I'll be able to get through whatever they throw at me." And it was true. Bastila, along with help from Draco and Daphne, had taken every spellbook she could find out of the library and had mastered the spells to perfection. They'd met every day in an empty classroom for practice, and Bastila felt like she could take on anything. She hadn't just learned basic spells, either. She'd gone into advanced ones that most adults had trouble with.
She had an arsenal of spells at her disposal now. Aguamenti, the water jet charm. Accio, the summoning spell. The Bubble-Head Charm, a spell that created an air bubble around the caster's head allowing them to breathe underwater or walk through poisonous gas, and Confringo, a particluarly nasty Blasting Curse that sends a fireball out from the caster's wand that explodes on contact. She had also learned spells such as Lumos, Incendio, and the Flame-Freezing Charm, a famous ancient spell used by old Witches during the Witch Burning era. It's effect caused fire to become harmless to those caught in it, creating only a gentle, tickling sensation instead of burns.
And that was just to name a few!
"We have important business with Professor Dumbledore." Bastila told the Gargoyle statue. "Can you let us in please?"
The Gargoyle remained motionless. But Bastila wasn't fooled. She'd seen it speak and move of its own accord. "I have to be to the first task in about two hours, so please let us in."
When the Gargoyle still didn't move, Bastila narrowed her eyes and snarled. "This is about Voldemort, for christ's sake! MOVE!" Bastila watched in surprise as the Gargoyle stepped backwards and the spiral staircase moved into place. "Thank you." Bastila told the statue as her, Daphne and Nyssa started up the stairs.
They reached the top and found the door to Dumbledore's office was locked. Daphne suggested they come back later, but Bastila was undeterred. She knocked politely a few times until she heard the click of the door unlocking. Then she pushed it open and entered the room.
Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, looking as cheerful and serene as ever. He had been reading a book, but he set it down when the girls (And Nyssa) entered his office. "Welcome Miss Pheonix, Miss Greengrass, and of course the ever enchanting Nyssa. What brings you to my office at this time?" Albus leaned forward slightly across his desk as the girls took up seats opposite him. "I presume you have adequately prepared yourself for the First Task, my dear?" Albus directed at Bastila, his eyes twinkling familiarly. Nyssa perched herself lazily on Bastila's shoulders.
"Oh she's prepared." Daphne cut in before Bastila could answer. "We've spent WEEKS getting her ready."
Bastila tossed her a sideways glare before smiling at Dumbledore. "I, we, wanted to talk to you about a few things before I have to head down for the First Task."
Dumbledore smiled. "Anything, my dears, anything."
"Tom Riddle, or Voldemort as he prefers to be called nowadays, is my birth father."
Dumbledore was quiet for a moment. His eyes lost their twinkle, and his whole demeanor seemed to grow sad and weary. "I am sorry, my dear. The truth is often a terrible burden to bear."
Bastila shook her head. "Maybe. But it's necessary." She unashamedly held Daphne's hand and took a breath. "We know about the modified memories, and about everything else that happened the day of the Selection. I told her everything after I found out about it in Crouch's head."
Dumbledore's face grew sadder at that, and he said in barely a whisper. "I hope the two of you can find it within yourselves to forgive me, as well as Severus. We were-"
"-Just trying to protect me, I know." Bastila interrupted. "If you hadn't done what you did that day, Daphne and I wouldn't be where we are now with each other. So I thank you for that. It was the right thing to do AT THE TIME, Professor. But not forever. Daphne and I worked the issues out the day I told her everything. It just had to be handled..." She sent a half-smirk Daphne's way. "Delicately."
"I see." Dumbledore said, his eyes regaining their twinkle. "I'm incredibly glad to hear that the two of you managed to overcome that little snag."
"It really doesn't matter who her father is." Daphne said strongly. "She wasn't raised by him, she was raised by her adopted mother in the Muggle world. She was taught love, devotion, caring, and kindness. It's like I told her before. She might have gained his abilities and powers, but her soul and heart are entirely her own."
"That is incredibly wise of you, Miss Greengrass." Said Dumbledore kindly.
"I'm sorry to be blunt, Professor," Bastila said after a short silence. "But do you have any idea why the man who's basically the Hitler of the Wizarding World decided to have a child? And then put that child in the Muggle world instead of killing it or something? I mean if he's a brutal psychopath and everything, why would he have any qualms about killing me? Why would he care about any woman enough to...Have a child with her?" Bastila sighed and shook her head. "I just don't get it. My existence doesn't make sense, considering everything I've heard and read about him."
"Your guess would be as good as mine." Dumbledore replied. "I have known Tom Riddle throughout his entire childhood, but I must profess that I know little about his life after Hogwarts. Forgive me, but your existance perplexes me as well."
"Well, that's that then. Thank you, Professor." Bastila smiled as she stood and headed for the door with Daphne in tow. She stopped at the door, turning to face the Headmaster again. "Are you going to watch the First Task?"
Dumbledore smiled and nodded. "Of course, my dear girl! I am Headmaster! I could not miss it even if I wanted to."
Bastila flashed a grin. "Alright. I feel better knowing you'll be there. You know, in case it gets out of hand or something."
"I will do my utmost to ensure that it does not." Dumbledore assured.
"Great." And with that, Bastila, Daphne and Nyssa left the Headmaster's office. They went to Severus's office next, down in the dungeons. When they arrived outside Snape's office, it was to the sound of conversation. Bastila could hear quite easily that they were speaking about the meeting Bastila had just had with the Headmaster.
When Bastila knocked, all conversation ceased with the sound of rushing flames.
"Enter." Came Severus's usual calm voice, though it was tinged with warmth, as if he already knew who was outside his door.
Bastila practically skipped into the office. Daphne rolled her eyes at the enthusiasm and allowed herself to be dragged into the room along with her.
"Hey daddy!" Bastila cried, barreling into Severus and hugging him.
"Hello." Severus said warmly, returning the hug before pulling away. "Is there any particular reason that you are down here when you should be with the other Champions in the Great Hall?"
Bastila just grinned. "I wanted to see you. And talk to you about something. Besides, we don't have to go down for the Task for another hour or so."
Severus nodded. "Go on."
"I know Voldemort is my birth father." Bastila said. "But that's not important. He doesn't matter and he never will. As if I'd ever love some mass murdering despot. He will NEVER matter. YOU are what matters to me daddy. I love you."
"I'm pleased to hear that." Severus replied softly. "I'm also pleased to have you as my daughter, regardless of who made you. You have very clearly shown to have no inclination towards darkness. I could not be more proud."
They exchanged another hug before going to the Great Hall, where all the other students and Champions were gathered, along with their families.
Bastila spent some time chatting with Ron Weasley's family and friends, as well as Cedric's mother and father. Things went well until she came across Draco and his parents, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Of course she'd heard how dark they were, and that Lucius was accused of being a Death Eater. He however, had claimed he was under the Imperius Curse and was forced to do the Dark Lord's bidding.
Bastila didn't know what to believe.
"Draco!" Bastila said, flinging her arms around him as soon as she reached him. Draco shoved her off after a few seconds, straightening himself out and glancing at his parents surreptously.
"What was that for?" Draco asked, glaring. "It isn't like you don't see me every day."
"True." Bastila smirked. "But today is a special day." Draco had nothing to say to that, so Bastila turned her focus to his parents. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." She said respectfully, giving them a flourishing bow.
They glanced at one another, something Bastila might have missed if she wasn't so perceptive, and Lucius's face registered surprise for the shortest of seconds. Then he stuck out his hand and shook with her. "Lucius Malfoy." He said, his tone soft and pleasant. Narcissa mirrored her husband.
"I couldn't help but notice your trophy while my wife and I were traversing the halls." Lucius said quietly, his eyes on Bastila like a monster waiting to strike.
"I captured and interrogated a disguised Death Eater." Bastila replied, narrowing her eyes as she stared back at him, her gaze unyielding. She kept her eyes and tone of voice cool and calm. Not threatening. Just firm. Unfortunately, Lucius had to go ruin that for her in the next second.
"At fourteen, my my. One must wonder if the articles in the Daily Prophet were exaggerated, or perhaps covering up the fact that you had used powerful dark magic against Mr. Crouch." Lucius said, his tone almost mocking, his eyes glinting.
That was it for Bastila. She leaned in close, getting face to face with the man. Her wand was out of her pocket and pressed up against his stomach. Licius's eyes widened slightly, betraying shock. "One must also wonder what Dumbledore would do to you if he found out you were harassing a student. I recommend you keep that tongue of yours in check, Mr. Malfoy." Bastila hissed, her eyes dark. Lucius took two steps back, his eyes fearful. But his calm mask was back in place as soon as Bastila pocketed her wand. She smiled at him and turned on her heel without another word, heading over to the table that consisted of Cedric and the other Champions.
As Bastila chatted with the Champions, she reflected that she was pleased with herself. Her words to Lucius Malfoy worked on any level. If he wasn't a willing Death Eater and had been Imperiused, it would serve to protect him from the Dark Lord's wrath. And if Lucius was a Death Eater by choice and still serving the Dark Lord as Crouch was, then it was a direct threat rather than a warning.
As Bastila was in the middle of eating her lunch and talking with Harry, Professor McGonagall entered the Great Hall and came hurrying over the Champions table. Lots of people were watching.
"Here you all are, right. The champions have to come down onto the grounds now. You have to get ready for your first task."
The Champions left the Great Hall with Professor McGonagall. She didn't seem herself though; in fact, she looked very anxious. As she walked them down the stone steps and out into the cold November afternoon, Bastila watched as she put her hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Now, don't panic," Bastila heard her say, "just keep a cool head. We've got wizards standing by to control the situation if it gets out of hand. The main thing is just to do your best, and nobody will think any the worse of you. Are you all right?"
"Yes," Bastila heard Harry say. "Yes, I'm fine."
McGonagall was leading them around the edge of the forest, but when they approached a clump of trees, they saw there was a large stadium up on the rocky cliff-side. A tent had been erected as well, its entrance facing them.
"You're to go in here now, champions." said Professor McGonagall, in a rather shaky sort of voice, "And wait for your turn. Mr. Bagman is in there. He'll be telling you the- The procedure. Good luck."
"Thanks," said Harry, in a flat, distant voice.
Bastila muttered her thanks as well. She felt nervous now as the reality set in. She was here, right now, about to go through with the task, whatever it would be. McGonagall left them at the entrance of the tent. Harry went inside, and everyone else followed suit.
Fleur Delacour sat in a corner on a wooden stool. She didn't look nearly as composed as usual, but rather pale and clammy. Viktor Krum looked even surlier than usual, which Bastila supposed was his way of showing nerves. Cedric started pacing up and down the tent. When Bastila caught his eye, Cedric gave her a small smile, which she returned.
Bastila dropped gracefully onto the tent floor, sitting cross-legged and taking calming breaths. Her brain was working quickly to guess at what they'd have to do. Due to the arena, and how they were told on the Selection night that it would be something designed to test their daring, the most obvious conclusion Bastila came to was that they would need to fight some sort of dangerous magical creature.
While Bastila was in the middle of trying to figure out which creature they'd most likely have to fight against, Bagman entered the tent. He looked somehow like a slightly overblown cartoon figure, a joyful man standing amid all the nervous champions. He was wearing old Wasp Quidditch team robes as well.
"Well, now we're all here, time to fill you in!" said Bagman brightly. "When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag" He held up a small sack of purple silk and shook it at them "From which you will each select a small model of the thing you are about to face! There are different, er, varieties, you see. And I have to tell you something else too...Ah, yes...Your task is to collect the golden egg!"
Bastila glanced around. Harry was standing stock still, as if he couldn't move, or was afraid to. Cedric had nodded once to show that he understood Bagman's words, and then started pacing around the tent again. He looked slightly green. Fleur Delacour and Krum hadn't reacted at all. Perhaps they thought they might be sick if they opened their mouths. That was certainly how Bastila felt. But they, at least, had volunteered for this...
And in no time at all, hundreds upon hundreds of pairs of feet could be heard passing the tent, their owners talking excitedly, laughing, joking...Bastila felt as separate from the crowd as though they were a different species. And then Bagman was opening the neck of the purple silk sack.
"Ladies first," he said, offering it to Fleur and Bastila.
Bastila nodded at Fleur to go first. She did.
Fleur put a shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon - a Welsh Green. It had the number four around its neck. Bastila found it strange that she showed no sign of surprise. Bastila herself felt like fainting now, unable to keep up her calm veneer. How the hell was she supposed to fight a DRAGON?! And on that note, Dragons were REAL?!
The same held true for Krum. He pulled out a scarlet Chinese Fireball. It had a number three around its neck. He didn't even blink, just sat back down and stared at the ground.
Cedric put his hand into the bag, and out came a blueish-gray Swedish Short Snout, the number two tied around its neck.
Harry put his hand into the silk bag next, and pulled out a Hungarian Horntail, and the number five. It stretched its wings as he looked down at it, and bared its minuscule fangs.
As Bastila reached her hand into the bag, she almost gulped like the cartoon characters she used to watch as a child. She pulled out the last Dragon. It was a huge green one that needed to be held in both hands, with the number one on it. But it wasn't like all the others. This one had no wings. It looked like a- Yes! Bastila thought. It had to be the magical equivalent of a Komodo Dragon. Bastila then wondered just how big her life size Dragon would be.
"Well, there you are!" said Bagman. "You have each pulled out the dragon you will face, and the numbers refer to the order in which you are to take on the dragons, do you see? Now, I'm going to have to leave you in a moment, because I'm commentating. Miss Phoenix, you're first, just go out into the arena when you hear a whistle, all right? Now...Harry...could I have a quick word? Outside?"
"Er…yes," said Harry blankly, and Bastila watched as he got up and went out of the tent with Bagman, who walked him a short distance away, into the trees.
Bastila decided to focus her attention on their conversation while she waited anxiously now. But she could only get little snippets of their talk. Something about preparations and plans.
A whistle had blown somewhere.
"Good lord, I've got to run!" said Bagman in alarm, and he hurried off.
Harry walked back into the tent just as Bastila was emerging from it, her wand in hand. Harry opened his mouth as she walked past, maybe to wish her luck, she thought, but all that came out of his mouth was a sort of hoarse grunt. Harry stayed inside the tent with Fleur and Krum as Bastila walked into the arena.
The arena, Bastila found, was a mock mountain. Large boulders and rocks everywhere, and a huge jagged rocky plateu in the center, upon which sat the giant, green wingless Dragon. The live counterpart to Bastila's miniature from the bag. It was even more massive than she could ever have imagined, and it was all she could focus on. She completely ignored the cheers and screams from the crowd. Her eyes were glued to the massive monstrosity standing in the arena with her. It had scales, three spikes on its forehead and spikes along its spine, even down to the tail. There were extremely sharp and huge claws on the Dragon's feet. The Dragon's mouth was so large it could swallow several people whole! The legs were thicker than tree trunks!
Finally, Bastila tore her eyes away from the Dragon. But it wasn't without effort, seeing as she thought it would kill her the second she looked away. She turned her eyes to the stands, searching through them. She found the teachers section, and was relieved to see Dumbledore and Severus sitting there and watching her below. Bastila chanced a little wave before returning her attention to the chained Dragon. When she looked this time she spotted eggs under its body. She saw several real eggs, and one large golden egg.
Get the golden egg, she thought. Yeah right. I'll have to take out the Dragon first, or at least get it away from the eggs so it doesn't crush them. Who knows how delicate they are? That has to be part of the task, otherwise why would anyone have put them there?
Against her better judgement, Bastila closed her eyes. She let everything slip away, going into her own raging, doubt and horror filled mind. Time stopped for her as she sifted through her thoughts and sorted out her head. Her spells flashed before her closed eyes, and then she felt it. She felt her familiar calm. The cool confidence. The intelligent, sharp view of things that she usually held settled in again.
Bastila heard a roar, followed by a rushing noise and screaming around her. She snapped her eyes open and cast the Flame-Freezing spell with a mere thought just as she was engulfed in the massive Dragon's stream of fire. Bastila stood there in silence, letting the tickling sensation wash over her body. When the flames died away, the screams turned to gasps of shock and cheers of joy. Bastila just shrugged. "So that's what that feels like..." Then she cartwheeled to the left, out of reach of another burst of fire. She kept running in that direction, around the arena.
Bastila flicked her wand and thought, Confringo! A massive fireball was sent at the Dragon. The fireball struck the the beast in the side and exploded, sending the Dragon stumbling towards the edge of the plateau. None of the eggs were damaged, as the Dragon purposely stepped over them.
The cheers grew even louder. Bastila again aimed her wand at the Dragon and concentrated hard on the thought of a whirling tornado. Deprimo, she thought calmly. The Dragon was suddenly caught up in a huge whipping wind. The wind formed into a tornado, which took the Dragon up and up, high into the air. It was held there high above the stadium, and that's when Bastila made her move. She ran at the plateau and thought, Wigardium Leviosa! Instantly she was lifted into the air, and she flew up to the top of the plateau. She landed delicately and ran straight for the eggs. She was almost there when people let out shocked cries, pointing into the sky.
Bastila looked up to see her tornado dissipating. Which meant the Dragon was coming down at her. Bastila watched as the Dragon began to fall, like a meteor coming down to strike the planet. She was completely calm as she did something she'd never done before. She pointed her wand into the sky and pictured a large slide going from below the dragon down to the side of the arena. Then she swept her wand through the air. To her incredible surprise, a marble slide formed exactly as she'd imagined. The Dragon landed on it with a thud and slid down it haphazardly, where it slammed into the side of the arena.
Bastila waved her wand again and the slide disappeared. Then she continued toward the eggs. When she reached them, she felt the ground shaking behind her and heard another rush of flames. She mentally swore and threw up the strongest Protego she could think of. The flames hit the shield, washing over them, but never touching Bastila or the eggs. Once the flames fell away, Bastila spun on her heel and blasted out at the Dragon with Incarcerous. The Dragon was bound by massive dark ropes that sprang from Bastila's wand, and it fell back off the plateau it had been climbing. Bastila looked back to the eggs and cast a hover charm and Duro, a spell that made objects harden. Or, in other words, more durable.
Then she sent the eggs flying off towards the tent entrance, where they disappeared into the tent. That is, all the eggs except for the Golden one. Damnit, Bastila mentally swore. It had to be charmed against such spells! Bastila heard the Dragon roar, and it was once again on the plateau. It had gotten free of the ropes. The Dragon faced Bastila angrily, but it didn't move toward her, as if it knew it was futile at this point.
Bastila smirked up at the Dragon as a crazy idea came to her through her rapidly moving thoughts. The Dragon opened its mouth wide, about to douse her in more flames, but Bastila was quicker. She flicked her wand at its wide open mouth and thought rapidly: Impedimenta! (The Dragon stumbled backward a few steps, causing the flames to miss, and it moved as if in slow motion for the next few seconds) Accio Nyssa! (Nyssa came sailing toward her from the teachers section of the stands, hissing indignantly) Engorgio!
Nyssa grew in size so that she was now the length of a large mattress, and almost as wide as a single. Her wings were, needless to say, huge. Bastila wasted no time in climbing onto Nyssa's back, putting her feet where Nyssa's wings met her body and resting a hand on the serpent's head.
*Hey! I'm a bona fide Basilisk!* Nyssa exclaimed in pure elation, flexing her wings and tail. *Why have you never done this before?* She directed at Bastila, her voice full of adoration.
*Never mind that! Start flying or we'll be-* Bastila paused to throw up a Protego, blocking them both from the barrage of flames. *Toast.* She finished, waiting for the flames to die down.
*You already sent the eggs to safety, Bastila. What are you hoping to accomplish with this? Not that I mind.* She added hastily, lest her owner change her back to her normal size.
*The point is to get the Golden egg, not the real ones. That's what we're going to do.* Bastila explained quickly. *Go!* She added as the flames disappeared and she started lowering her shield.
Nyssa twisted around and bolted forward, straight for the Dragon. *Use a cutting charm on the eyes!* Nyssa said as she weaved around another burst of flames.
Bastila obliged, gouging out the Dragon's eyes with two flicks of her wand. She was rewarded with a roar of fury and pain, as well as a blind stumbling Dragon. Nyssa banked sharply, going back for the egg. Bastila took the time to send a series of Confringo spells at the Dragon's feet, sending it into a frenzied panic. *Do a barrel roll!* Bastila cried as they were coming up on the egg. She hooked her feet under Nyssa's wing bones, bracing herself. Nyssa thankfully didn't question her, and rolled over in the air.
Bastila reached down with her arms and grabbed the egg as she was hanging upside down, gripping it tightly as she was swung into an upright position as Nyssa came out of the roll.
They flew towards the tent and breezed through the entrance, much to the shock of the other Champions. Nyssa curled up around the real eggs and landed on the tent floor, oblivious to Krum and Fleur, who had drawn their wands. Cedric was holding back laughter, while Harry was smiling. There was no way they'd mistake Nyssa, no matter what size she was.
Bastila hopped off Nyssa's back and shifted the golden egg under one arm. She immediately aimed her wand right at Krum and Fleur. "If you dare curse my companion I'll make damn sure you won't be fit to compete in the next two tasks." She told them both fiercely.
"That thing is your pet?" Fleur said, looking faint now, though she did lower her wand.
"SHE, is my FRIEND." Bastila stressed, her eyes darkening. She turned her eyes on Krum, who still hadn't lowered his wand, but was looking uncertain all the same. "Don't even think about it, baldy." Bastila said, tightening her grip on her wand.
After a two second staring contest, Krum finally put his wand down. Bastila sighed in relief and did the same. She sat on the floor and propped her back up against Nyssa's sides.
"So what did you do?" Cedric asked, smiling cheerfully.
Bastila smiled back, but only briefly. "A whole lot of magic." Was all she said before closing her eyes. She listened to the sounds outside the tent. It was a short time after when the next whistle sounded, signaling Cedric Diggory's turn.
Bastila opened her eyes again, watching Cedric shakily walk towards the tent door. "Cedric." She said suddenly. Cedric turned to look at her, his face paler than ever.
"Ancient Flame-Freezing Charm. It's Frigidus Igniso." Bastila said slowly, her eyes never leaving Cedric. "You can walk through fire and not get burned."
"Frigidus Igniso...Thanks." Cedric replied, giving her a genuine smile. Then he left the tent. Bastila closed her eyes again and, realizing how exhausted she really was from her fight with the Dragon, fell asleep against Nyssa.
When she awoke once more it was to find all the Champions had fought their Dragons. She, along with Nyssa, was led by Bagman into the arena once more. The Champions stood there, surrounded by cheering and whistles from the audience. Bastila didn't pay it any mind, though. She wasn't a fame seeker, and if she was honest with herself, it was really a little annoying. Still, she smiled and waved with the other Champions. She could at least appear to be involved. Then came the announcement that Bastila had been expecting. They were to be given scores based on their performance in the arena.
Cedric, it turned out, had used a Transfiguration spell to change a rock into a dog to distract his dragon. He was partially successful; the dragon took the bait, and Cedric went for the Golden egg. Halfway through, the dragon turned its attention back to Cedric, and burned his face. Cedric retrieved the egg, however, and passed the task. So he lost points for that.
Viktor Krum was third, facing a Chinese Fireball. He used the Conjunctivitis Curse to blind the dragon and retrieve his egg. However, he was docked points when the dragon stumbled around and smashed half of the real eggs.
Fourth was Fleur Delacour, who faced a Common Welsh Green. She enchanted the dragon to sleep, but while retrieving the golden egg, the dragon snored and let out a jet of flame that set her skirt alight. She extinguished the flames, and retrieved her egg.
Harry Potter had drawn the fiercest of them all, the Hungarian Horntail. He had used a Summoning Charm to bring his Firebolt broomstick to him, and maneuvered past the dragon to retrieve his egg. Though he was slashed on the shoulder, which took off points, he was successful.
Bastila and Harry were tied for first place, with Victor Krum in second, Cedric in third, and Fleur in fourth. The champions were told that the Golden egg they retrieved contained a clue on how to pass the Second Task. Without it, they had little chance of succeeding.