The 12 Olympians watched the wizard called Cedric as he left the tent and walked to the entrance of the arena. They watched as he stamped down his utter fear and stepped onto the arena floor, and flew into action. He transfigured an entire herd of cattle out of rubble, and went into his pocket, pulling out a vial, tipping a portion of the potion onto the backs of each of the cows, before sending them into the eye line of the dragon. Rapping himself over the head, his body began to meld into the scenery, and he slowly made his way out from behind the boulder he had been hiding behind.
The spectators were getting a great view of a feeding dragon, the mother dragon latching onto the first cow as soon as she saw it, swallowing it whole. The other half dozen weren't as lucky; they ran and were pulled apart a little at a time. Hermione was loudly cursing Cedric for his plan, watching as nearly everyone turned green and a few of them began to lose their lunches, and she was busy handling that when it happened. That potion was a highly potent sleeping potion, the amount that he poured out was enough to knock the dragon out, and as she had eaten all the cows, that mother dragon was out for the count.
Unfortunately for the wizard, he walked past her just as she snorted, send a fire ball the size of a house at him. The two brothers in Olympus were working as soon as they saw it, one reducing its speed with a gust of air, the other reducing its size from the moisture around it. When it hit Cedric's robes, he yelped but it was only Quaffle-sized and he easily extinguished the flames before racing for the golden egg. He was in the hospital tent in a minute, getting burn salve lathered onto his lightly fried skin, thankful he had a friend with loved ones in high places.
Fleur gently pecked both boys' cheeks before leaving the tent with her head high. She had a plan, one that had saved her grandmother when she was Fleur's age and faced with an irate dragon. Of course, that dragon had been a male and a different breed, but the concept was still the same. All she needed was a trigger to help her with the anger she had to have to get it going. Hearing the cannon going off, she stepped into the arena and instantly thought of the most infuriating thing she could.
It was a memory, one that had led to her changing for the first time since her 17th birthday. She had been walking with Luna, talking to her passionately about all of the different creatures that were hidden by the 'mist' of the Immortal realm. There were many more than the younger blonde had heard of, and Fleur had found herself an avid audience whenever she would talk about the creatures. As they walked, they had been interrupted, quite rudely, by a redhead boy with an awful look on his face, as though he was better than everyone.
"Hello there gorgeous, I hear your mother's the French Minister," the boy came uncomfortably close to her, looking her body over, "My father's the British Minister. We should get to know each other much better."
Luna could see her new friend was disgusted and spoke up, "Ronald, bugger off. Leave us alone."
"No one was talking to you Looney, leave me and the good looker alone," then he did something even stupider; he pushed Luna against the hard wall
Luna's head cracked against the stone, and she fell to the ground, blood freely flowing from the scalp wound. Seeing the girl injured and bleeding at the redhead's hand, Fleur lost control, her Veela fury coming forward and she transformed, becoming the Harpy-like creature that her kind were in true form. The only thing that stopped her from attacking the screaming boy was that his screams had alerted others of the situation; not that that helped him as Bill was there and saw what had happened.
"RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY!" Bill was furious, but calmed enough to look at the blonde, quickly healing the wound and sending her to the Hospital Wing with her friends, "My. Office. NOW!"
The youngest Weasley boy scrambled off, and that was when Bill noticed the seething Veela behind him, "You can change back now, trust me when I say you've got nothing on our mother."
Fleur calmed enough to change back, but was weak from the effort, "Whoa."
Bill caught her in his arms, "Maybe you should take a seat. OI! You lot, get back to what you were doing, nothing to see here."
"Merci," the witch sighed, leaning against the cool wall, "That boy, he, argh!"
"Yeah, Ron has that reaction. I'll be requesting to Mum that she home school him, chances of her doing that though are nil, would you want to be stuck with him every hour of the day?" The professor joked before going serious, "Are you alright?"
"Oui, it just takes a lot out of me, my birthday I slept for 5 hours after it happened. Thank you for helping my friend."
That stunned Bill, "Oh Luna? Yeah, I've known her since, well I can remember her Mum being pregnant with her so that long. Nice girl, just needed to get some friends and kept the hell away from my idiot sibling."
After that they had spoken for an hour until Bill remembered his currently suspended brother, and rushed off but they were going out on a date on the next Hogsmeade trip. It was the furious portion that Fleur remembered and relished the slight burn that came over her as she changed. Having been practicing since that day, the witch flew over and roared at the pissed off dragon.
Everyone in the stands were amazed at what they were seeing. Fleur had transformed in her natural self, flew up to be in line with the dragon's eyes, and then roared loud enough to cause ringing in many ears. What happened after that though stunned even the Immortals watching in silence. The dragon slowly backed away, she was scared. When Fleur flew down to her nest, she baulked but settled when the Veela grabbed the golden egg, before flying away.
"Whoa," was the collective expression for everyone as soon as the Veela was gone.
Fleur changed back and did a celebratory dance before heading to the medical tent to check on Cedric and grab a PepperUp Potion.
Inside the champions' tent, Alex sighed, "Your turn now Viktor. Good luck my friend."
"And to you also my friend," the large Bulgarian nodded to the younger wizard before leaving to face his dragon.
He had it all settled in his mind, though when you're facing a huge red dragon, your mind tends to go blank for a moment. Barely dodging a fireball brought him back around, and Viktor aimed his wand to the stands, "Accio Firebolt."
His broom sped from the hands of one of his fellow Durmstrang students, and he was on it in a second, speeding from the fire barrage the Fireball was sending at him. On Olympus the gods were split, half were doing what they could to prevent the spectators from being hurt, while the other were keeping the flyer safe. It was hard work, even for Dionysus, who had the dragon feeling the effects of large wine consumption and was wobbling about.
On his broom, Viktor noticed that the dragon was having trouble balancing, so shot down and grabbed the egg before she could stomp on any of her own eggs, ruining his points and the next generation. Having a few injuries, he too joined his friends in the medical tent, and all of them just waited to see what Alex had up his sleeve.