Here we go!

Harry had snuck Theodore, who had turned into an Animagus, with him to see Hagrid and had nearly died from shock at finding he was going to be up against dragons for his first task.

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO COMPETE AGAINST THAT?" Harry shouted at Theodore when they were alone in an abandoned classroom. "I AM GOING TO DIE!"

"You're not going to die." Theo said in a tone that clearly stated, "Don't be such an overdramatic wimp."

"Than what is your solution?" Harry barked back.

"Play to your strenghts, Harry." Theo answered. "What are you good at?"

Harry took a deep breath and listed off, "Potions, Charms, D.A.D.A., basically all my classes..."

"And Quidditch." Theo added.

"I'm not allowed a broom."

"You're allowed a wand." Theo reminded him. "A simple spell is all you need. Use "accio" to summon your broom and then you're skill in flying to best the dragon. Only need to get past it, Harry. They had nesting mothers, which means you're probably supposed to get something from the egg stack that the dragon will be guarding. Don't have to fight or kill it."

Harry nodded and then a thought hit him, "Hey...you know...Diggory is the only one who doesn't know."

Theo sighed. "He knows."

"He does?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Yeah, you're going to tell him." Theo snickered. "Saw that look in your eyes, Harry. Sometimes I think you should have been sorted into Gryffindor."

"And you in Ravenclaw." Harry shot back and they shared an easy laugh before Theo began to teach his friend the summoning spell.

Harry, of course, did exactly as Theo had assumed and told Diggory about the dragons, which Cedric thought was very suspicious. Moody had arrived and asked for Harry to follow him into his office, where he began to ask if Harry had a plan, to which Harry had replied he did and really needed to get back to his friend to continue learning his plan. This seemed to satisfy Moody as he sent Harry on his way, only to bump into Snape.

"Out of class, Potter?" Snape snarled in clear disgust. "Trying to catch more fame?"

"No." Harry answered in the ever familiar "Snape drawl" that he and Theodore frequently used. "I was called into Professor Moody's classroom. Now, if you'll excuse me, Professor, I have Herbology."

"Not so fast, Potter." Snape spat, grabbing the collar of Harry's robe and tugging him rudely back to him. "I wanted to..." There was a pause in which Harry was certain his professor was hesitating. "Remind you...that..." There was another hesitation as Harry noticed an inner struggle begin playing through Snape's eyes.

Abruptly Harry realized what was going on.

Professor Snape was trying to help Harry with the Tournament, but was reluctant to for more than one reason, Harry was sure. There were rules he would be breaking and the trust of several different people, but apparently his fear or worry or whatever it was for Harry won out as he finally hissed, "That it's always best to adhere to one's strengths and that...I wish you luck tomorrow."

Harry nodded, feeling a surge of emotion in his chest at hearing this, and abruptly he was embracing his professor before he could even think to stop himself, the past few days of feeling isolated and despised and unwanted despite having Theodore around finally gushing out of him. He tried to hide the fact he was crying, tried to fight his tears to stay in his eyes, tried to forget how much he was losing it, and tried to imagine that Snape wasn't stiff as a statue against him. It took a decent amount of Harry sobbing before Snape finally patted the boy on the back in a quick nervous way as if he really had no idea what he was doing. Harry didn't care; the jesture was all that mattered to him.

After some time, Harry finally pulled away, wiping fervently at his eyes and breathing shakily. "Sorry, Professor, sir. I just...it's all stupid really."

"I'm sure it is." Snape spoke in his typical dry tone, but it was softer than normal. "And I'm sure neither one of us wishes to be put through the telling of it. Herbology is nearly over, so I suggest you get your homework from Professor Sprout and plan to do some extra credit to make it up as I expect nothing short of Extraordinary from my Slytherins."

"Of course, Professor, sir." Harry beamed at the ground, too embarrassed to look his teacher in the eye. "I'll do just that."

"Well, get on with it, Potter." Snape half-growled, half-cooed. "I'm not going to coddle you or sing you praises."

"Yes, sir." Harry gave a nod of his head and turned to rush swiftly to herbology, which ended just as he arrived. He twitched a smile at Theodore and then went about doing just as his professor had told him too, feeling as if he could best any dragon at that moment.

He didn't feel nearly as confident the following day as he was visibly shaking nervously while waiting for his turn to battle the dragon he had drawn: the aggressive and extra dangerous Hungarian Horntail, but of course.

When the whistle blew, he cast his spell before even exiting into the ring, did a motion for the judges as if he'd just cast the charm (wordlessly as Theodore said it'd make him look good) and then dove into hiding before the dragon had caught on. His broom arrived and he took off, but so did the dragon. It flew after him at a great burst of speed, surprisingly faster than Harry had expected for something so big and heavy. He darted around it, weaving through its fire and bites and thrashing tail and claws, but it still managed to gouge his shoulder. He swooped, tried to snatch the egg, but the dragon's fire grazed his arm and he felt his fingertip slide over the egg as he missed it.

He rose up, avoiding its snapping jaws, and then shot skyward, the Horntail hot on his heels. Diving, he weaved through it, but didn't miss the tail end of the dragon, which slapped into the twigs of his broomstick and sent him flying off of it. Screams rose up to meet him as he began to fall towards the arena below, but he didn't feel even a tinge of fear. Instinctually, he morphed into a falcon and plummeted towards the shining gold of the egg, but flitted away from it when the dragon practically crashed close to the eggs and launched itself at him. She tore after him again, but he zipped around her like an annoying fly, recovered his broomstick, and taunted her until she was in the air again. His next attempt at the eggs, didn't take nearly as much effort nor as many close encounters as the Horntail had begun to tire of her chase of him. Snatching up the egg, he flew over the stands where he could see people rushing forward to subdue the Horntail while cheers broke out among the students. Bagman was talking very fast and in a very garbled jumble of words, but Harry wouldn't have been able to hear him anyway over the ringing in his ears.

Landing he was quickly escorted to see Madam Pomfrey by his Head of House, Hagrid, and Professor Moody. He was met there by Theodore and Draco, the latter of which was talking excitedly about how amazing Harry had been and how Krum had looked utterly disgusted at how amazing on a broom Harry was. Theodore just congratulated Harry on surviving and let Draco do the rest of the talking. Apparently Harry surviving a Triwizard Task was all Draco needed to like the other boy.

After learning his score and that he tied with Krum, Harry was asked to meet with Ludo Bagman along with the rest of the competitors and learned that the egg was a clue for his next task. Finally, he rejoined Theodore, now alone, and handed him the egg.

"Riddles were never my thing." Harry admitted when Theodore raised a speculative eyebrow.

"How you're considered smart for your age is beyond me." Theo sighed and opened the egg only to shut it a moment when it started screeching.

"A banshee!" Harry gasped. "I have to fight a banshee is what that says!"

"No." Theo shook his head calmly. "You have to stick this in water is what it means."

"I'm sorry, what?" Harry asked, giving his friend a perplexed look.

"Some water things can't make proper sounds above the water." Theodore explained in a bored tone. "Like dolphins...or merpeople."

"Merpeople?"

"If you put it in water, you'll discover what it says."

"How do you know this kind of stuff?"

"You haven't heard them?" Theodore asked. "The merpeople singing at our windows? Sometimes they come up and sing to us."

"I've never really noticed..." Harry thought really hard about the nights spent in the dormitory and blushed as he recalled on several occassions hearing music and singing as if from a great distance. "Oh..."

Theodore snorted in amusement. "You're really a Gryffindor."

"Not everyone is as keen and sensitive to details as you, Mr. I-Should-Have-Been-Sorted-Into-Ravenclaw. I bet if you opened this in front of the entire Slytherin House, most wouldn't know what it was."

"I beg to differ." Theodore objected. "Bet you they would, but I doubt the same could be said to be true for Gryffindor or Hufflepuff or half of Ravenclaw."

Harry sighed. "I'm really the oddball, arn't I?"

"Not any more or less than me."

Theodore's words of reassurance and comfort were all Harry needed.

So clearly I like the scene from the movie better as I enjoyed the action of it and that it let me use the falcon, but I decided to keep him contained in the arena area anyways. Hope you don't mind. :D Review if you want.