BOO! So here I am with the next chapter! It's the First Task of the Tournament.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Mia. Wish I owned George, but I don't… nope, just Mia! And I used Inlibrary for some of the speech…
Chapter 12: Dragons
"Good luck, Harry!" Mia yelled, along with half the Gryffindor table as McGonagall escorted him out of the Great Hall. "He looks like he's about to throw up," she muttered to Fred and George "I wonder what he's got to do." Katie mused from opposite her.
"I think it s something to do with dragons," Fred said.
"Why?"
"Charlie wrote to us saying he was gunna be here helping out with it," George told them.
"Dragons?" Mia exclaimed, "You mean they actually exist? You weren't kidding when you said Charlie was gunna go study 'em?"
"Mia, you were there when he told us he was gunna go and study them," Fred told her.
"Oh yeah!" Mia said, pointing her fork at him.
Finally, once they had finished their lunch, they were taken out of the Great Hall and down towards the Forest towards and to a big arena. All the Beauxbatons students were clumped together, as were the Durmstrang students, but not as much. Mia, Fred and George stood in a row behind Hermione and Ron. They looked out to the middle of the enclosure. Sitting over a nest of eggs was a silvery blue dragon, eyeing the crowed suspiciously.
"What kinda dragon is it?" Mia yelled over the noise of the crowd.
"Charlie's the one studying them, not us!" George replied.
"It's a Swedish Short-Snout!" Ron shouted, turning around, "I actually pay attention to what Charlie writes in his letters!"
Suddenly, the crowd screamed. Cedric Diggory had entered the enclosure. Cedric looked at the dragon, then at the eggs underneath it. Mia looked too and saw something glint. A golden egg.
Cedric started forward, the dragon watched him, but didn't do anything. Soon, he seemed to get to close, and the dragon stretched its neck out, snapping. Cedric jerked back, and then started forward again. This time, the dragon breathed out electric blue fire. The crowd shouted support at him. Well, most of the crowd did. Mia was shouting things like "bite his head off, already!" and "burn off all his hair!" she could hear Fred and George laughing at her remarks.
Cedric tripped over a rock at one point and an idea seemed to strike him. He flicked his was and the rock he had tripped over seemed to change shape.
"No fucking way! That is not possible!" Mia yelled, staring at the small dog.
"Ah Mia… still so naive in the world of magic."
"Shut up, Fred!" the dog seemed to draw the dragon's attention and Cedric went in to get the egg. Just as he grabbed it, the dragon looked back at him and breathed more fire that grazed his cheek.
But the crowd was roaring, even Mia had abandon her insults to scream. A bunch of men came into the enclosure and started to control the dragon. "Hey look, its Charlie!" Mia pointed. She, Fred, George, Hermione and Ron started waving franticly. Charlie seemed to see them- he definitely looked in their direction, but he couldn't really do much, seeing as he was trying to tame a dragon.
Another dragon was brought out, with another nest of eggs. This dragon had green scales, and Ron told her it was a 'Welsh Green'. Fleur came out into to the enclosure.
She started off doing the same thing Cedric did, trying to get close to the eggs, but failing. Mia had started leaning over the railings like she had at the World Cup, and, just like at the World Cup, George had to grasp onto her waist to stop her from falling onto Ron and Hermione.
Fleur managed to make the dragon go to sleep and she made her way towards the egg, but the dragon snored and her skirt caught on fire. Yelping, she put the fire out with water from her wand and collected the egg. The crowd erupted into cheers, even her usually solemn school-mates. She stood there while the judges gave their scores, brushing hair out of her face.
Again, the Welsh Green was taken out of the enclosure and another one was brought in. A smooth, scarlet one with golden spikes on its face. A Chinese Fireball. And Viktor Krum came into the enclosure. Krum seemed to get more attention then Fleur and Cedric, and everyone seemed to lean forward. George was now holding onto rail with one hand, and onto Mia's waist with the other.
Krum went into action straight away. He pulled out his wand and started throwing spell after spell at the dragon's face. Finally, one of the spells hit the dragon's eyes and it screeched. Krum was almost flattened by the blundering beast, and it smashed some of its own eggs. But Krum managed to get his egg in a quicker time then the other two. He didn't really seem to acknowledge the cheering crowd and just stood there while the judges scored him. Karkaroff gave a fully-blown 10, despite the broken eggs.
Finally, the last dragon was brought out. It was black, with a spiked tail and horns. "Now that dragon looks bad-ass," Mia said. A Hungarian Horntail. Harry came into the enclosure.
"WOO! C'MON, HARRY!" Mia yelled, clapping her hands above her head. Everyone watched as he lifted his wand into the air. "Accio Firebolt!" he yelled.
"What?" Mia screamed, "how the hell is his Firebolt gunna help him?" Mia and the twins leaned forward again, and so did Hermione and Ron in front of them. Harry was just standing there… waiting for something. Mia looked around, as did a lot of other people.
"It worked! IT WORKED!" Hermione was screeching, jumping and pointing towards the forest. People around them looked, and saw something flying towards Harry. His Firebolt. He mounted it and kicked of, flying towards the clouds. The crowd watched as he dived and swerved, circling the dragon. "Oh, Krum has got to be jealous!" Mia screamed, clapping as Harry narrowly missed some flames. He started to fly higher and higher, and the crowd had to crane their necks. Finally, the dragon flew after him, and Mia cringed back as its wing came within a metre of the stands. Harry dived again, and scooped up the golden egg. Charlie and the other dragon keepers rushed on to control the dragon, and Harry just stood there and swayed.
"WOO! GO HARRY! WOO!" Mia was yelling, punching the air and clapping along with the rest of Gryffindor. Harry was told to go to the first aid tent and Hermione and Ron scrambled out of their seats to rush after him.
"You reckon Ron's gunna apologise to him?" Fred yelled, still clapping.
"He wouldn't have gone if he weren't!" Mia replied. Hermione rushed back out of the tent and back in front of them, with tears falling down her face.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" Mia asked, leaning over the rail to look at her. George grabbed onto her to stop her falling flat onto the floor.
"Th-th-they are such idiots!" she screamed, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
"Who? Harry and Ron?" Mia asked.
"Yes!" Mia couldn't help it. She laughed, and so did Hermione. As George pulled her back up, Hermione pointed to the edge of the enclosure. "There they are!" sure enough, Harry and Ron stood there, grinning like idiots, but it was that kind of grin you had when you don't know your grinning, you just are.
The judges gave their scores. Pretty good scores- one eight, two nines and even one ten- until Karkaroff, who shot a number four out of his wand. Half the crowd started to boo. "Oh, fuck YOU! BIASED, YELLOW TOOTHED IDIOT!" Mia was yelling, stamping her foot and throwing her upper body over the rail. Again. Her hair fell in front of her eyes and she hastily pushed it out the way. "HOW THE HELL WAS THAT FOUR? A FOUR? WAS YOU EVEN WATCHING WHAT HARRY WAS DOING?" she continued to scream abuse at Karkaroff with the rest of the school. Except the Slytherins, but they were Slytherins.
Later that evening, Mia, Fred and George set down plates of food and crates of Butterbeer on the tables around the common room. "I have a feeling were gunna be doing this a lot this year," Mia told them.
"That's good, though, ain't it? Means you got a feeling that Harry's gunna win all the tasks," Fred said.
"Fred, I'm sure we'd throw a party even if he lost." Fred just shrugged. Mia helped a few people charm some banners Dean Thomas had drawn so they moved. Although, one of them didn't go very well. It was one with Cedric and his head alight, running around and screaming, but somehow she missed one of his legs, so the cartoon Cedric was hopping. Oh well, the dragon bit his leg off as well.
The portrait hole opened and in came Ron, Hermione and Harry. Everyone instantly started cheering and screaming. Mia, who was standing right next to it, couldn't help but ruffle his hair. "Don't embarrass the Champion, Mia!" Fred said.
"Yeah, let us do that!" George said, and they continued up where Mia left off, but probably with a lot more force and brute.
The people slowly dispersed and started talking. Mia tired to get Cedric's disembowelled leg to start moving again, but only resulted in turning it a sickly green colour. So now the cartoon dragon seems to of bitten cartoon Cedric's leg off and infected it in someway. Finally, she gave up. Sticking her wand in her pocket she wandered over to where Harry, Ron and Hermione were sitting. She picked up the golden egg and almost dropped it.
"Effing hell! What the hell's in here, Harry?" she asked, dropping it back onto the table with a thud and flexing her fingers.
"Open it!" Fred suggested.
"Yeah! Let's see what's in it!" George said.
"He's supposed to work out the clue on his own! Is the Tournament rules…" Hermione trailed off as Harry whispered something to her.
"Go one, Harry, open it!" Alicia said.
"C'mon, Harry!"
"Yeah! What's in it?"
Harry picked up the egg and dug his fingers into the side. Slowly, he forced it open. A screeching noise filled the room and Mia clasped her hands over her ears, hunching over, scrunching her eyes shut and biting her tongue.
"SHUT IT!" Mia yelled. Somehow, her voice carried over the egg's scream and Harry slammed it close. Well, I guess years of talking and back-chat really did come in useful.
"What was that?" said Seamus Finnigan "Sounded like a banshee ...Maybe you've got to get past one of those next, Harry!"
"It was someone being tortured!" said Neville, "You're going to have to fight the Cruciatus Curse!"
"Neville, that's illegal… I don't think they'd do that…" Mia told him gently, seeing he'd gone paper white.
"I thought it sounded a bit like Percy singing... maybe you've got to attack him while he's in the shower, Harry." George mused. Mia laughed.
"Or maybe they've just gotta stand the sight of him… that'd certainly be hard enough," she said, fiddling with the rose on her necklace.
"Want a jam tart, Hermione?" Fred offered suddenly.
"Random much?" Mia muttered. Hermione eyed the plate suspiciously.
"It's all right," Fred told her, "I haven't done anything to them. It's the custard creams you've got to watch—" Neville coughed and spat out a bit of custard cream.
"He's kidding, Neville," Mia said, slapping his back so he wouldn't choke.
Hermione picked up a jam tart. "Did you get all this from the kitchens, Fred?" she asked.
"Yep," he replied, then made his voice higher. "'Anything we can get you, sir, anything at all!' They're dead helpful... get me a roast ox if I said I was peckish."
"Which is all the time," Mia murmured, earning a whack around the head.
"How do you get in there?" Hermione asked.
"Easy," Fred said, "concealed door behind a painting of a bowl of fruit. Just tickle the pear, and it giggles and-" he suddenly stopped. "Why?"
"Nothing," said Hermione, far too quickly.
"Going to try and lead the house-elves out on strike now, are you?" said George. "Going to give up all the leaflet stuff and try and stir them up into rebellion?" Mia laughed along with the rest of the common room.
"Don't try to get 'em to wear clothes and get paid, Hermione, they won't like it!" Mia said.
"Yeah! You'll put them off their cooking!" Fred exclaimed.
Suddenly, Neville sprouted yellow feathers. Everyone burst out laughing. "Oh- sorry, Neville!" Fred yelled. "I forgot- it was the custard creams we hexed…" within a few second, however, the feathers fell out and Neville started to laugh as well.
"Canary Creams!" Fred yelled. "George and I invented them- OW! Fine! With a bit- OW! FINE! With a lot of help from Mia! Seven Sickles each, a bargain!"
As the night went on, Hermione started inspecting the food carefully. Well, she skirted the Canary Creams, but everything else she looked at intently. "I hope she don't do anything stupid…!" Mia muttered, watching her as she slowly tasted a lemon cake.
"Yeah! I don't really want to be eating burnt sausages for breakfast!" Fred crossed his arms.
"We'll just have to go down there even more to make sure she hasn't spoiled their judgment…" Mia hinted.
"We're not going down to the kitchens every night so you can ask them about Pop Tarts and not get any," George said.
"Damn it!"
So… there was the chapter concerning the First Task… I think it was ok… but only time (and reviews) will tell!
So, next chapter should be up soon… and please review!