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PRESENT DAY

As Harry walked out of the tunnel into the area, he saw the arena was covered in rocks and boulders. All around him were the students and guests of the tournament watching in the middle was a booth and Harry could see the headmasters, some ministry workers, and other important people that he could care less about. In the center of the booth, Ludo Bagman was speaking into a microphone looking device, but Harry couldn't hear anything that might have been the result of the wards setup to protect the audience and so that the champions couldn't get distracted from the commentary. As Harry continued to look around, he observed sitting in the middle of the arena was a rocky outcropping set up to look like a platform/nest and in the center of it was the golden egg that he was supposed to retrieve.

"Ok. Egg check. Now where is the dragon?" Harry thought, and as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Harry felt the urge to dodge. As he leapt up out of the way, the ground where he was standing exploded. In the area he once occupied was a large spiked tail that was covered in various sized barbs and one large spike that protruded straight out. Attached to the tail was obviously the dragon. And it was massive.

The dragon towered over the rocky outcropping. It had to have been at least the length of the basilisk that he faced at the end of his second year. The Hungarian Horntail also had two large, or rather massive, wings that had bone-like protrusions shaped like talons at the top of the wing joint. The dragon had bronze colored scales and two protruding horns that were nestled at the top of the Horntails head almost like a crown. Seeing the horns made Harry recall the dragon text that he found in the library about how the older the dragon was, that apt it was to have horns arranged in ways to resemble their status. Guardian class dragons had sharp spear/sword pointed horns (this is the category that nesting mothers usually fell into), old and sick dragons had horns that were frail and brittle looking, and in Harry's case he had a dragon that was a nesting queen. The nesting queens were different from the regular nesting mothers not only due to their sheer size but also by the dragon's horns which were situated in such a way to denote the ranking and age of the dragon's status amongst its tribe. Also they were a lot easier to anger. Yay Potter Luck.

"Fuck me." Harry said, as he once more dodged the Horntail's tail. The dragon then opened its maw and spewed red hot flames that instantly vaporized the boulder that was just behind Harry mear moments ago.

"Ok Harry, stick to the plan." Harry told himself as he drew his wand. "Accio Firebolt!" The moment he said that Harry felt a small pull on his magic and knew that the spell had worked. Now he just needs to stay alive long enough for his broom to reach him. As Harry dodged the tail and the blast of fire the dragon leisurely crawled to the golden egg and stood over it. If Harry didn't know better, he would have sworn the dragon knew what his objective was and was mocking him. Moments later he heard the distinctive sound of his broom flying towards him. Just as he hopped on to the broom the boulder he was just behind exploded into shrapnel.

Once in the air, Harry felt all the tension leave his body, he was now in his element. As he started to fly around the dragon treating it like an oversized Quidditch bludger with flaming breath and dangerously sharp tail, Harry was starting to feel confident. That was until he heard a rumbling chuckle.

"So the changeling wants to challenge me, the Queen of the Western Skies, to a flying match. Very well. So be it."

Hearing this Harry just about fell off his broom. Since when could dragons speak? But Harry quickly realized that the dragon spoke Parseltongue or rather some version of it that he could understand.

The dragon gave a sharp jerk of her neck where the chain was holding her down, and with a quick pop the dragon was no longer grounded. She quickly spread her wings and with an upwards lunge was quickly airborne. Within seconds the mother dragon was eye level with Harry hovering in the air. As Harry quickly moved to dodge out of the way, the dragon wranglers on the ground were starting to fire Stunners up at the dragon quickly trying to bring it down. Of course with how bad their aim was Harry would have been more surprised if they could have hit the broad side of a barn.

"Come show me how you planned on out flying me." the dragon roared at Harry. Harry quickly dived down and started bobbing and weaving, avoiding gouts of dragon fire and the dragon teeth as it lazily snapped at him when it would occasionally get too close before slowing down at random time.

It didn't take long for Harry to quickly realize that this dragon queen was simply toying with him, as to the reason why he didn't know, but as long as the dragon didn't need a Harry sized snack he was fine-ish. Soon as the minutes went by Harry started to notice and feel a pattern start to form, quickly the Queen of the Skies caught up with Harry and kept pace with him following the same pattern the she had started him on with her fire and teeth

"Yes good man, maintain the ritual, continue the dance." the dragon said, not that Harry really understood what she was talking about. All he knew was the dragon seemed to just want to fly. Who was he to try to argue with a dragon? Keeping pace with each other, soon the two were looping, twirling, spinning and weaving around each other. Down on the ground the onlookers and spectators did indeed see what looked like an aerial dance.

After a minute or two more, Harry decided to try and go for the Golden Egg down on the ground. With a sharp dip of his broom Harry quickly pulled himself into a downward motion treating the egg as he would the snitch and the dragon as another quidditch player. Many of the Quidditch fans in the crowd realized that Harry was executing an flawless Wronski Feint and when he pulled out of the dive, they were probably cheering the loudest.

As Harry reached down to grab the egg as a fly by grab, the Horntail's spiked tail swung round and left Harry with no other choice but to dive down and crash into the rocky terrain. As the dragon started to land, the Horntail's wings started to stirrup the dust and air and quickly created a smokescreen of sorts. Quickly noticing this, Harry grabbed the egg and his Firebolt and quickly ran for the exit. But things were never that easy for Harry.

"WAIT! I know you can understand me, young champion." Harry heard the Dragon Queen call out. As Harry turned around, the dust cloud that obscured the dragon began to swirl around in a vortex shape and as it started to dissipate, everyone noticed a distinct lack of giant dragon. Instead, everyone watched as an older woman walked out. The woman was beautiful. She had a large chest and narrow waist. Fair-colored skin which would not be out of place in Mainland Europe. She wore an attractive fur-lined dress that hugged her sensual body but showed plenty of cleavage. The woman had long bronze hair that was adorned with a pair of crown-like horns reminiscent of the Hungarian Horntails, and draped across her back was a set of wings that rested like a cloak around her shoulders. With these distinctive features, it was clear to everyone that this woman now standing in front of Harry was the Hungarian Horntail.

"Now then if you're all done staring and gawking like hatchlings, I believe we have business to attend to." the woman started. "I am Ramaranth, Dragon Queen of the Western Skies, and you, young champion, for your exceptional flying skills, I have chosen to be my next mate. Now I see that you are still stunned by my declaration, or by my visage, whichever is ok. I am not a vain queen, (those listening rolled their eyes), but I must know: What say you, my future husband?"

Harry, as eloquent as ever, could only utter, "Err." Before suddenly the ground within the stadium started to shake. Then with a small blast of rock and debris and ear piercing screech was heard.

"NOOOO!"

And out of the new column of smoke was a fear inducing sight to Harry, it was the basilisk from his second year. Who then shot forward and with a poof of smoke turned into a woman on par with Ramaranth, and immediately wrapped her arms around Harry, bringing him closer to her and burying his head in her bountiful chest.

"You thieving lizard, you can't have my Harry. He is mine. He defeated me in noble combat. He is to be my mate."

AN: Chapters 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.1 and 8.2 are now available on PTreon

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