Harry needed to leave. He needed to leave now, or he felt like he might explode. Seriously a fucking dragon, and not just that a nesting mother as well. What are they fucking stupid? Harry figured the answer would be yes for a majority of people asked here in England. As dumb as he might be even Harry realized you had to be crazy to work with dragons, but you had to be a special breed of downright fucking psycho to screw with a mother dragon. Luckily Harry had a plan to escape this deathtrap. Unlucky though was that his plan wouldn't be ready to execute for another few days, this meant that he had to fight a fucking mother dragon. Oh god he was so dead who did Harry think he was kidding. He was a barely trained 14-year-old against a god forsaken dragon, what hope did he have? With a resigned sigh Harry trudged his way back up to the castle. He still didn't even know how he found himself in such a mess. If his escape plan wasn't delayed by just over three weeks, he would've left the night his name came out of the goblet.

-FLASHBACK-

Harry entered the back room with a blank look on his face. His mind shuffling through hundreds of thoughts and ideas at his new predicament. He wasn't even surprised anymore. Honestly, a tournament so dangerous only those of age could participate. If Harry were to stop and think about his past three years, he would realize the irony in everything he has done should've been done by someone at least of age. But for Harry that was irrelevant because this was the final straw. His first thoughts were towards his escape plan, but he remembered it had been delayed. While he technically could leave now and it wouldn't make the biggest difference. Yet it was so close to being complete, he figured he could wait the three weeks or so.

So with that thought in mind he kept his blank face and simply waited to see how this would play out. Deep in his thoughts Harry didn't notice Cedric call out to him as he entered the room. Before Cedric could call out to Harry again all three headmasters, the two tournament officials and professors Moody and Snape entered the room several shouting at each other. Immediately Dumbledore made a beeline for Harry.

"Mr. Potter did you put your name in the goblet?" Dumbledore asked.

"No"

"But of course, he is lying." A rather large woman interrupted. Harry didn't catch her name and frankly couldn't care right now. The womans proclamation set the room off again into more arguments. Harry head snippets here and there all saying the same thing. That he was a liar and a cheat. The other three champions were all lost and confused because nobody had managed to explain anything yet. Harry realized nothing was going to be solved tonight so headed back out to the great hall.

"And just where do you think you're going Potter? You really are as arrogant as your father." Professor Snape drawled.

Harry turned to the professor and decided he had enough. "Tell me Professor, what does a man who has been dead for over a decade have to do with anything. Biologically sure he may be my father, but I personally have never met the man. He did not raise me. I know nothing of the man. Yet you claim I am exactly like him. Clearly you have a history with one James Potter, but what you fail to realize professor much like most people is that I am not him. I am not my father's son nor am I my mother's son. I am simply me, Harry potter."

"Why you-" Snape started before he was cut off

"Professor, clearly you still do not understand."

Professor Snape was shocked to a small degree. The rest of the great hall watched as well shocked, the foreigners in shock at how this student was treating a teacher, the Hogwarts contingent at how bold Harry was being by openly defying Snape. Harry uncaring about any of it continued on.

"September 1st, 1991. That was the first time I ever saw you let alone knew you existed. And yet since that day you have treated me with nothing but scorn and disrespect. You openly look at me with disdain and disgust in your eyes. Yet what could I have possibly done to earn such actions. It's as if my mere existence is offensive to you. So, tell me Professor, how do you justify that?"

When Snape said nothing, Harry continued.

"Exactly, you don't simply because you can't. You seem to love to compare me to my dead father, disparaging us both. So, I'll remind you for a final time. I am not my father's son. My father is dead, leave him and your grudge in the past, where they belong." Harry finished

Harry simply walked out after that not caring for the mess he left behind. Snape and everyone else where stuck in shock.

-FLASHBACK END-

Harry started thinking of a list of books that could help him form plan that would see him out of this task alive and in one piece. But that was for tomorrow for now he just needed a good night's sleep.

The next morning Harry was up early making his way towards the library. When he reached the doors, he pulled a small, engraved stone out of his pocket and dropped it by the doors. With that done he let a small self-satisfied smirk show. Harry was quite proud of his work. When Hermione mentioned that runes were used in warding and how they worked Harry found himself partially intrigued. He set off to do some self-study. Very quickly he fell in love with runes and warding, he was by no means a master, but he was good. His favorite invention he created was a series of small single use runes that replicated several spells for a set amount of time. If Harry was properly in runes class and not self-studying, he would learn that nobody had ever done such a thing before. If he did, he would be happy that he could finally be recognized for an accomplishment he made by himself.

Immediately Harry went towards the section containing the books on dragons. Harry selected several books and took a seat at the nearest table. He began taking notes on information he deemed useful to know in any event. It continued this way for the next two hours. Suddenly in the dead quiet of the library Harry heard the door open and immediately looked up to confirm his suspicions. If it was the librarian, he could hardly care but if it wasn't then that's another story. Upon looking up he was meet face to face with one Daphne Greengrass.

"Fuck me sideways, times up I guess." Harry muttered while packing his things.

Daphne was confused and momentarily though he had propositioned her and was about to give her scathing reply when her target was brushing past her out the doors as if she didn't exist. That made her even angrier, and she rushed after him to give him a piece of her mind. But when she reached the hall not ten seconds after him, he was gone. At this Daphne became determined to catch him so she could give him a sound lashing.

The next week Harry spent every waking hour practicing the spells required. The day before the task Harry felt he was proficient enough that he could relax that day and do some last-minute research. Deciding to take a break and grab some lunch Harry headed for the great hall. What he conveniently forgot was that he hadn't made a public appearance in that whole week. Draco, his self-proclaimed rival who had been saving a week's worth of taunts, immediately set in on him.

"Ah look everyone the cheat potter finally deigns to grace us with his presence." Draco drawled.

Harry just stared blankly at Draco for several moments before speaking up. "I'm waiting"

"For what" Draco asked, a look of confusion marring his face.

"Well, you seem to think I'm some sort of deity so I'm waiting for some bowing or something, I'm quite confused at how this works honestly." said Harry

Draco's face lit up with a fierce blush and started sputtering in his rage. Harry continued right over him.

"Well if you aren't going to worship me them do shut up would you, I'm sure there are several people here who wish to enjoy their lunch without having to hear you whine about your own inadequacies. Myself included."

Sitting down facing Draco, Harry began filling his plate. He looked up and tilted his head just in time to dodge the spell flying past. Draco's wand still prepared Harry arched a single eyebrow "You done?" he asked.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy are you done?" Professor McGonagall interrupted. "Good, that will be detention for attacking a fellow student. Saturday 7pm, my office, don't be late Mr. Malfoy."

With that Harry took what was left of his sandwich back to his dorm. He wanted to finish his reading before turning in early. After all he had a dragon to fight tomorrow.