"Parseltongue/Dragon tongue"
"Normal talk"
'Thoughts'
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Cedric took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves.
'I got this. I got the best pick of the bunch and I've done tons of research on the Chinese Fireball. There's nothing to worry about, I'll just go in and follow the plan,' he thought.
The plan that Cedric was thinking about had been in preparation since his father, a member of the Department of Magical Creature Regulation, had informed him about the task.
It was also designed with the help of his house's year-mates, both boys and girls.
He confidently walked inside the arena with his head held high, exactly as his father had taught him, albeit it didn't take long for his posture to crumble…
'Merlin's saggy tits!'
The monster in front of him was scarlet in colour and smooth-scaled, with a fringe of golden spikes around its snub-snouted face and extremely protuberant eyes. The fact that it also sized fifteen metres long, only added to its fearsomeness.
"Accio my nimbus two-thousand," cast the Hufflepuff and immediately there was a whistling sound.
He had left his broom with his father who was on the spectator stands as he wasn't sure he'd manage to summon his broom from the castle and it also saved him some precious time while it flew to him.
Thankfully, the dragon didn't notice the pesky human in its territory until after Cedric had mounted his broom.
He quickly flew tens of metres in the air and started raining down spells on the dragon.
The only reason that his strategy could ever hope to work was the dragon's inability to fly.
The dragon handlers had set-up wards to protect the spectators and also thought it would be best to put a leash on the dragon to stop it from flying away.
Unluckily for Cedric, even though he spent the next quarter of the hour casting spells at the dragon, he had only managed to cause him a single serious gash.
Even though the lad's magic had long since surpassed the average wizard, he was flying very far away from the dragon, lowering his spells' potency by the time they reached it.
The fact that he also only knew how to cast 'light spells' taught at school didn't help either.
He was also caught by a mushroom-shaped fire cloud that the dragon had breathed after one of his cutting curse variations had hit it. It wasn't anything serious and Madam Pomfrey would be able to patch it up in a jiffy, but it would lose him some valuable points.
Eventually, the dragon handlers moved in and started subjugating the dragon, allowing Cedric to fly down.
"I got thirty-five points, fuck me and my light family," he cursed after the judges announced their grades.
The last thing he heard were the cheers and Bagman imploring the audience to clap harder.
Cedric passed by the champions' tent as he headed towards the hastily set up infirmary.
HARRY
"Alright Ced?"
"Yeah, good luck Harry," he said moodily, almost wincing at a sudden jolt from his burned leg.
"Thanks," the green-eyed young man said before turning back to the silver-haired beauty in front of him.
"Why did you say you won't leave me alone again? Don't you need to prepare or something," he inquired.
"Do you want me to leave? Am I not good enough company for you?" she asked with mock hurt.
"No, I just want some peace before my turn comes up. You do remember that I have to fight the most dangerous dragon here, right?" he said slowly as if talking to a child who had problems understanding words.
"Is ze Abyssal Reaver too much ze little 'arry Potter? Do you perhaps want to change dragons wiz me?" she teased.
Harry shook his head, choosing to ignore her, and turned his attention to back to his previous conversation.
'Are you sure that the beetle is a human?' he inquired.
'Absolutely and you would know that too had you finally decided to use your magical-'
'Yes, I know. Can we not do this right now? I'm still trying to get the hang of it…' Harry cut off the snake and received a mental, annoyed nod.
'Fine. Should I attack?' he asked impatiently.
'Wait for Fleur to leave so it's just us,' he replied with a tone of finality.
Speaking of the French girl, she started waving her wands in front of him.
"'arry, 'arry. Stop ignoring me…" she huffed.
"What do you want?"
"For someone who was stalking me, you sure don't give me much attention now."
Harry, barely managed to catch Krum's advancing back as he turned his attention to the girl.
"Do I have to explain to you again that I wasn't stalking you?"
KRUM
The Bulgarian champion stared at the Hungarian Horntail in front of him as it looked back.
"For Durmstrang," he whispered, moving closer to the beast.
He didn't waste any time before starting his spell barrage.
Using the dark curses taught at his school to their fullest, he managed to get some good hits on the dragon.
Eventually, an opportunity arose and he tried using a Conjunctivitus curse as a blind dragon was less dangerous than a normal one.
The curse had hit true to its target, however not only did it not have the desired effect, it also managed to enrage the dragon.
The Horntail forgot all about the dragon fire that it kept spewing and it moved closer to Krum.
'Thank god there aren't any anti-apparition wards,' he mused as he focused on the other end of the arena.
With a loud crack, Krum had instantly disappeared from his spot and materialised at the place he was looking at.
'I almost splinched,' he realised as he restarted his spell fire.
Krum had to pull the same tactic one more before the time ended, cutting a bit of his arm off.
"Huff, huff. Is it finally over?" he asked one of the dragon handlers who got inside the arena, trying hard to not collapse on the ground.
He had to keep appearances after all.
"Yes, good work lad. You should have gotten more than forty points for that but who can question what goes in Dumbledore's head," replied the man while looking at the deep gashes the Bulgarian had caused the dragon.
FLEUR
"Why did you disappear after the champion selection?" she asked Harry, making his eyebrows scrunch.
"I needed to train," he simply answered.
"What about ze wand weighing ceremony? You could have at least come to zat."
"I've got no clue what are you talking about," he said bewildered.
"'as no one told you about it? What about the Yule ball? Will you at least come to zat?"
"I still don't know what are you on about," Harry said, irritating the French girl.
'Does he know anything at all?' she thought annoyed.
"Will you stop 'iding after the task?" she asked.
"No."
"Why?" Fleur asked exasperated.
"Headmaster problems," he said, prompting Fleur's eyes to widen.
"You too?" she mumbled, her cheery demeanour crumbling.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked quickly, noticing the slip in her expression before she brought back a smile; the girl finally got more than his hormones' interest.
Sadly, she didn't get to answer as a ministry representative came in to inform them of Fleur's turn.
"I'm going in, 'ave you got anyzing you want to tell me?" she asked the raven-haired boy.
"Good luck, you'll need it," he said, letting a smile slip out.
'He's annoying,' she decided while heading towards the arena.
Soon, all thoughts of her thoughts about the boy vanished as the dragon she had to fight came into view.
'I'd love to meet the idiot who decided to put a Ukrainian Ironbelly in the tournament,' she mused.
It was metallic grey in colour, with an immense wingspan, long talons and rough scales said to be as hard as steel.
"Même l'acier fond," she mumbled as she closed her eyes and began her transformation.
Her face elongated into a sharp, cruel-beaked bird head, and long scaly wings burst from her shoulders.
She knew that her Veela heritage wouldn't be accepted with much enthusiasm from the spectators, but she didn't care. She had long since accepted that part of herself and stopped caring about peoples' prejudices.
Silently, she closed the distance between her and the ashen beast, redirecting all the fire breaths that it released, and reaching her attacking range.
She started by throwing a wandlessly cast fireball at its face.
ROAR.
'It's angry,' she observed with some amusement, conjuring and banishing more fireballs at it.
Although Veela fire lacked the heat of dragon fire, there were some exceptional cases where it could rival it.
Fleur made a finger gun with her free hand, eliciting both laughs and confused exclamations from the stands, and then mimicked a shooting gesture.
Needless to say, everyone was shocked when fire bolts shot from her hand, even though they were barely able to catch them as they were too fast-moving for human eyes.
"They don't penetrate it," she mumbled after shooting a dozen of those bolts.
'I need to get closer to it.'
As if to surprise the spectators again, Fleur lowered her wand and started singing.
It was a French lullaby!
Many tried to voice out their objections at the laughable yet beautiful display, but they were taken to Morpheus' clutches before that.
As most of the audience drifted off to sleep, Fleur put a stop to her performance and with a sudden burst of her wings blinked to the now sleeping dragon's striking range.
She immediately fired a hurling stream of dark red flames at it, waking it up.
The dragon roared again, this time in pain.
"Will you take me seriously now?" she asked, not waiting to see if the Ironbelly reacted to her words before creating and hurling a giant fireball at it.
The dragon once again roared in anger and suffering. Nonetheless, he moved to squash the little human with its humongous body.
"Ignis colona," she chanted, doing a zig-zag motion with her wand.
Two raging flame pillars erected themselves from the ground between Fleur and the dragon.
The Ironbelly, sensing the heat coming from the fire, chose to forgo his earlier plan and simply breathe his flames at the woman.
Fire met fire and for a while, it seemed that there was a stalemate…
"Merde," escaped from Fleur's lips as she soon noticed, she would lose the exchange.
Dropping her fire stream and casting a protego variation that was made in an attempt to shield from fiendfyre, she moved away.
However, the dragon simply kept breathing her way.
"Je t'emmerde," she mumbled, feeling the exhaustion of keeping up her shield.
She couldn't use the redirecting trick she did before from that distance…
"Flamma Swathe," she chanted and waved her hand, conjuring a flame at the beast's location while still keeping up the shield.
The sudden load made her stagger.
The fire concentrated and focused on the location for a moment before letting out a deafening explosion.
ROARRRRR.
The Ukrainian Ironbelly roared in agony.
That last spell had really hurt it.
It flapped its wings, clearing the smoke that the witch's flame caused and throwing the girl to the ground!
Grabbing the opportunity as a spider its prey, the dragon forego any form of caution and moved in for the kill.
The spectators watched in horror as the beast dived and bit the French champion.
'She doesn't taste very good,' it thought while munching the puny woman, rivers of blood coming off its mouth.
The last thing it remembered was the oh-so-delighting screams coming from the stands and feeling hot, really hot.
There was also that feminine voice next to his ear.
"FLAMMA SACRA," Fleur screamed while touching the dragon's neck, igniting the insides of the beast and making it slump on the ground.
'Thank god, I learned that decoy spell,' she thought while slowly getting off the dragon.
"Nique ta mère," she said to the unconscious dragon.
'I'm not sure if I should be glad that my spell wasn't powerful enough to kill it or not,' she mused while cancelling her transformation.
"WHAT A MAGNIFICENT DISPLAY OF MAGIC! THE FRENCH CHAMPION MANAGED TO KNOCK OUT THE DRAGON!"
While Bagman was shouting everyone's ears off at the arena, Ash had moved in on his prey.
"Greetingssss little prey," he hissed at the beetle.
[BREAK]
"You won't eat a random human!" he said with a tone of finality.
"They were sspying on usss!" he fired back incredulously, throwing angry glares at his caught prey.
"Yess, and after the match, I will find the spell that reversess an animagus' transformation and then, we'll find out who they are and why they were spying on usss," Harry said, pointing at the beetle.
Said beetle, was sitting inside a jar that was spelled unbreakable by Harry.
"You are no fun," Ash hissed as he uncurled from the glass container and slithered back on Harry's person.
Harry chose to ignore him as a ministry employee chose that exact moment to walk back in.
"Harry Potter, your turn is coming up. Follow me please."
Harry gave the man a nod and moved behind him, not forgetting to store the jar in his pouch.
"Oh, hey Fleur. Are you good?" Harry asked when the French girl appeared in front of them.
"'ey 'arry. Yes, I'm well, albeit very tired, it took me everyzing to beat zat damn dragon… I got forty-four points out of fifty!" she exclaimed with a brilliant smile, drawing a glare from the ministry guy.
That's what his intention was at least…
What he threw instead was a lecherous look, that both teens masterfully ignored.
"Woah, you must have done really well."
"Yes, I'm in the first place right now," she announced proudly, putting a hand on her chest and sparking a war in Harry's mind.
"Not for long," he replied with a lopsided grin, doing his utmost best to control where his eyes looked.
"Hahahaha. If you manage to surpass me, I'll take you out to dinner in that village that everybody talks about. I zink it was somezing like 'ogsmeed," she chuckled, warming Harry's insides.
'There's something off with her laugh… Why does it feel so good?'
"It's Hogsmeade and I'll take you up on that promise," he answered without thinking.
"You can continue flirting later Potter. Let's go," came the annoying guy's jealous voice.
With a wave, the two champions parted their ways.
'Why did I agree?' was all Harry could think of as they continued walking.
'And why do you keep laughing?' Harry asked Ash, getting more sniggering as a response.
When they finally reached the gate to the arena, the man turned around to face him.
"When you go inside the pit, you'll have to face the dragon that your card showed, an Abyssal Reaver. Your task is to inflict as much damage to the dragon as you can in fifteen minutes. You'll have to take off your robe and your pouch as you can't take anything inside except your wand," the man informed Harry, pointing at the items.
'Is he serious?' he wondered, throwing him an annoyed glare.
"I also have to inform you that killing the dragon will automatically result in you getting zero points," he said with a grin that displayed his feelings at the idea of the young champion defeating the dragon.
With a deep breath, Harry did as instructed and handed the man his stuff.
It wouldn't do any good to lose control now.
"Idiot, you dare?"
"What was that?" the man asked while taking a step back.
"Meet Asmodeus," Harry replied with exaggeration.
He almost rolled his eyes.
Meanwhile, Ash, as he couldn't hide anymore, made his way to Harry's neck.
"That's a snake."
"Really? Thanks for letting me know," he exclaimed with mock gratefulness, the ministry minion was pissing him off, though he couldn't deny that he was enjoying his discomfort.
"Ash, get off me and slither by my side. I don't want to test the task's restrictions those idiots put," he hissed, drawing a girly squeak from the man who now looked at him in fear.
"What's up with you?" Harry asked with a frown.
"Y-You speak parseltongue," he gasped.
"Where have you been living man?" Harry asked, genuinely confused.
The fact that he was a parselmouth was publicly known since his second year…
Not letting the man annoy him any further, Harry made his inside the pit with Ash following him from the floor.
'Thank god, the dragon's not here yet,' he thought before turning around to look at the ministry man.
"Accio my pouch," he murmured, getting his small bag back.
He also put some extra juice on the spell, making it forceful enough so that Newton's third law threw the man to the floor.
Harry gave him a cheeky wave before turning his attention on the pouch and started fishing various items out.
The first thing to come out was a translucent and silverish potion, Felix Felicis, otherwise known as liquid luck.
Harry immediately uncorked it and downed half of it, he could immediately feel its effects.
There was a sudden feeling of confidence overflowing his very being, a lightness that caused him to believe that nothing could ever slow him down.
Harry was feeling great.
Heck, if Voldemort suddenly popped up, he was sure he could easily beat him in a duel…
And just like that, the delightful feeling slowly started dissipating.
'Sal was right, this potion is as dangerous as it is miraculous,' he thought as he did his best to suppress the potion's effects on his mind with occlumency.
The mind arts were truly wondrous…
He then took out the magic strengthening potion that he made with the basilisk's venom and without any further delay, downed it as well.
'Ah, I could get used to this feeling,' he thought in ecstasy.
He could feel his magic flowing over every part of his being.
It was also itching to get out…
'Won't you get potion poisoning from those?' came a concerned voice in his thoughts.
'I'm just under my limit,' Harry reassured the caring snake.
'He also has me,' sounded a new voice.
It was ancient, older than most trees, wiser than most men and as divine as no other.
It was Fawkes.
Harry barely looked up, noticing the fiery flash that signalled the appearance of his second familiar.
The phoenix's appearance didn't go unnoticed by the rest of the crowd and many gasped and pointed at Harry as murmurs and speculations broke out.
"Albus, isn't that Fawkes? What is he doing above Mister Potter?" inquired the shocked Head of Gryffindor.
Dumbledore simply scowled, as he watched his previous familiar flying in circles above the fourth champion.
Harry, uncaring about the crowd's reaction, got the last item from his pouch, this time with his hand as it was impervious to summoning charms, and quickly put it on.
'Merlin bless clothing charms,' he thought, grateful at the magic that allowed him to use the basilisk's skin to make a robe.
A battle robe to be exact…
'God knows how awfully hard it's to manoeuvre in robes.'
The robe was unsurprisingly coloured in deep green, bordering on black, and it was designed with the idea to withstand fire, dragon fire to be exact. It was also adorned with multiple intricate snakes, Salazar was very persistent on that, and had the Potter crest on its back; an all-encompassing oak tree with a single bird on its top branch and the family's motto.
If one were to look closely, they'd notice that the bird was actually a phoenix.
"Toujours debout," Harry uttered when he felt a familiar presence closing in, suppressing the fear that was trying to manifest inside him.
His family motto was French and it translated to 'Always standing' or 'Still standing'.
'That's one more reason why I have to succeed today,' he thought with conviction as his eyes locked on the flying dragon.
Harry noticed the people in the stands start panicking upon seeing the unshackled beast flying on top of their heads.
He heard someone talk but didn't quite catch their words, his full focus was on the dragon that was quickly closing down on the arena.
He noticed that the spectators stopped fumbling around after that though.
'Probably informed them about the dragon's contract,' he mused absentmindedly, getting a confirmation from one of his familiars.
Now in the light, Harry could see the dragon's size and it wasn't small…
The Abyssal Dread's shadow covered the whole arena in darkness as it neared even closer to the ground.
Harry barely managed to catch a loud squeak that was oddly similar to Hermione's, before the dragon finally landed.
ROARRRRRRRRRRRR.
The dragon let out a roar that was as magnificent as it was terrifying.
All movements and sounds ceased, creating the illusion that the time itself had stopped in the presence of the ginormous beast.
Harry was the first one to break from his reverie as was expected, followed by the many dragon handlers and Dumbledore.
He had already experienced the Abyssal Dread's dragon fear, and he was also a very proficient occlumens…
Thankfully, Fawkes let out a calming trill that stopped many people from wetting themselves.
That innocent gesture garnered the dragon's attention and its glowing red eyes immediately snapped at the undying avian.
"Fawkes? Is that you?" he asked in the dragon tongue, getting an affirmative trill from the phoenix.
"What are you doing here? Wait, I see, you are bonded to this puny human. Speaking of, this aura feels familiar… Ah, the snake! He is the rude wizard that didn't answer my greetings!" he quickly concluded, much to Harry's annoyance.
"Yesss, that'ss me. This wizard begs of your forgivenesss for not sitting down and having a pleasant tea with you," Harry hissed with a mock bow.
"You understood me!? Oh, how very lucky to find a parselmouth here. I thought there weren't any left alive. Though considering the intent I feel coming off you, I'll have to make my wrong assumption a reality," he barked out keenly.
'No rules while competing,' Harry thought as he looked at a clock on the stands.
A minute had passed already…
He didn't have any time to waste.
With a jerk of his hand, he held his wand and pointed at the dragon.
"What are you going to do with that?" he asked lazily, this time in English.
While the dragon looked at him with a lack of motivation to act and the stands were watching shell-shocked, Harry started moving his wand in a very familiar motion.
As he performed the spell's hand movement, his mind took a stroll to the past.
He first thought about Voldemort and his continuous attempts to murder him…
The dark lord was a constant obstacle in his life, a taint that didn't stop following him. However, unlike a certain man, he was at least open with his intentions.
Yes, Harry hated Voldemort, albeit not as much as he did Dumbledore.
The man had consistently done his best to destroy whatever little happiness and stability Harry managed to gather under the guise of a greater good.
'Fucking goat,' he couldn't help but think.
His thoughts turned to the most recent letter he got from Sirius, where the man confirmed his fears and revealed that Dumbledore let him rot in prison for no reason.
Harry focused on the contempt and hate he felt towards the two men and finished the spell.
A lightning bolt; that's what his wand's edge drew in the air.
The scar that he saw every time in the mirror.
The scar that left him parentless and gave him more fame than anyone could ever want.
"Avada Kedavra," he intoned, illuminating the world in green.
ROARRRRRRRRRRRR.
'He didn't die huh? Plan B it is then,' Harry thought as he changed his position.
That was an excellent move as the thirty-meter beast swung its tail at his previous spot, hitting nothing but air.
'Had that hit, I would have probably died instantly,' he mused.
"You dare use the killing curse on me human? You dare assume that you have the required will to banish MY SOUL from MY BODY? I, who meddled with souls long since before your birth! I'm Ozeth! I'm TheBlack Dread, the last of the Abyssal Reavers. No mortal spell can kill me. NOW BOW DOWN," he commanded.
Needless to say, Harry lived to displease.
"SSecare. SSecare," he cast twice.
'Those are some strong fucking scales, though I didn't expect anything less,' he thought after the two cutting curses hit Ozeth, dealing no visible damage whatsoever.
He tried using other spells, both of darker and more obscure variety, however nothing seemed to work.
'Dragon fire,' came suddenly Ash's hiss in his mind.
Harry didn't hesitate to form a circle with his wand right as the dragon opened its maw.
"Draconis aegis," he cried, materializing a dark shimmer in front of him just in time to meet the sickly red fire coming off the beast's mouth.
'At least it holds,' he thought right before the pressure of keeping up the shield doubled.
"Fuck," he muttered, disapparating both himself and Ash away.
POP.
That turned out to be a mistake as the first thing he saw as he reappeared in the pit, were the dragon flames heading his way…
'Didn't I just apparate away?' he thought confusedly before he disappeared again.
'Okay, something's wrong.'
The dragon somehow managed to pinpoint his location before he apparated in, twice.
After it happened for the fifth time, Harry started growing restless.
'How's he doing this?' he asked his familiars.
'I'd say he either has a magical sense, like me, or he's really able to sense souls,' said Ash.
'It's the latter,' revealed Fawkes.
'Any ideas?' Harry asked while racking his brain out.
'I could teach you how to perform a phoenix flash.'
Harry was about to question Fawkes' intelligence but his shield fell and he was forced to apparate away again and discard plan B.
Considering the speed at which his reserves were draining, it wouldn't be smart to start bombarding the dragon with big and destructive spells.
'Fine.'
Fawkes didn't waste any time, flashing on Harry's shoulder.
'Try to remember this feeling as well as you can, your life may very well depend on it,' said the phoenix, bursting, along with his companions, in a flash of flames.
'That's way quicker than apparition,' Harry mused as he appeared on the opposite side of the arena.
He didn't notice it in Dumbledore's office because his attention was otherwise preoccupied…
Surprisingly, there weren't any flames coming their way yet.
Harry closed his eyes, trusting the phoenix, and tried to absorb everything from that experience.
"Are you joining our dance Fawkes? Perhaps, I should get serious then, for old times' sake," said Ozeth in a raucous voice.
The dragon started spewing his fire with a renewed vigour, causing a multitude of fiery flashes.
After a whole minute of Fawkes simply moving the group around, Harry finally opened his eyes again.
'Thanks for the support Fawkes, though I can take it from here,' he said before engulfing his companions in flames and disappearing.
As Harry appeared in his intended spot, he felt various sensations washing over him. At first, there was an intense heat, searing through his entire body like flames flirting with dry wood. Mercifully, amidst the scorching heat, there was also a strange euphoria, a sense of exhilaration unlike anything he had ever experienced before that balanced the pain out.
'Woah, that was lucky. I didn't expect you to do it perfectly from your first try,' said Fawkes.
Harry gave the avian a mental nod, prompting him to flex his wings and once again take to the sky.
He then performed his just-acquired ability and found himself standing in front of the dragon's face.
'His teeth are looking very pointy from this close,' he observed.
"Infernum pluvia," Harry hissed, instantly conjuring drops of molten lava that rained down upon the dragon's head.
ROARRRRRRR.
The Abyssal Reaver's response was instantaneous.
Even as the lava tried to breach his impenetrable hide, Ozeth lunged forward, opening his terrifying maw.
One didn't have to be a genius to understand his intentions…
Harry's wordless protego fell almost immediately when it met with the dragon barge.
'Fuck, fuck, FUCK!' he inwardly screamed, amidst his phoenix flash.
It wasn't fast enough.
Ozeth would bite his head off before he disappeared.
'That guy, Newton, was pretty smart for a muggle,' Ash said through their bond, confusing Harry.
It was very simple…
For Harry to go backwards, something had to go forward.
Or someone!
Harry watched in horror as the snake propelled itself from Harry's beck, right into the dragon's mouth.
He was helplessly falling back when the flames finally claimed him.
'Ash is dead,' he realised as he reappeared on the other side of the pit, waiting to feel their soul bond breaking.
'Holy fuck, that was scary,' came the snake's voice in his mind.
'What?'
'I know right? I was very fucking lucky to go through his teeth there,' Ash said as he appeared back on Harry's neck.
'Thank you birdie,' he said, nodding at the phoenix that was holding him in its talons.
Fawkes let out a happy trill before he flew again.
"ASH! Thank god you are okay! That was fucking close… I let my excitement from learning to flash get in my head," Harry murmured while observing the clearly annoyed dragon.
'Time to get serious,' he thought and toned down the fury that he felt towards the beast.
"Oh Magic, heed my call. By the ancient rites of conquest, I, as the lord of my house, issue the right of conquest against Ozeth, the Abyssal Reaver," Harry proclaimed and everything stilled.
A cruel and horrible laugh echoed in the arena, breaking the silence and chilling everyone's spines.
"HUMAN! I ACCEPT YOUR CHALLENGE!" Ozeth barked and Harry felt a connection form with the beast in front of him.
While the dragon bore a gleeful expression on its face, that frightened the few people who looked at him, the crowd had gone ashen.
At first, it was only the lords and some elder wizards that understood the significance of what happened.
However, by the time the aforementioned people informed the rest of the spectators, everyone was looking at Harry with a pale expression.
None, more than the esteemed headmaster.
'MY PLANS!' he thought in extreme indignation.
When two parties established a right of conquest between them, they had to kill each other.
And it wasn't an option, no…
Magic, itself would make sure that by the end of the day, only one of the participants remained standing.
For anyone else, issuing such a thing against a dragon, never mind Ozeth, would have been beyond idiotic.
'I bet you won't be as smug when I perform my ritual,' Harry thought as he looked at the clock.
Five minutes left.
With a deep breath, he flashed away.
'Thank god my boots are made from enchanted dragon hide,' Harry mused as he observed the scales' sharpness.
He was standing on the Ozeth's back!
"Accio sword of Gryffindor," he cast with his wand facing his pouch, grabbing the hilt that came up.
That was a nice little gift he had found inside the chamber after the whole Dumbledore fiasco. Apparently, the sorting hat wasn't happy with the headmaster.
The sword, as always, was a sight to behold, with its gleaming silver blade and the many intricate runes and symbols that were etched along its length. Its edge was razor-sharp, capable of slicing through even the toughest of materials with ease.
However, Harry's plan wasn't simply relying on that.
"I wonder, are you also immune to basilisk venom?" he spewed sarcastically, pushing the sword through Ozeth's back.
ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.
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So, some of you don't like the shit I made up for Harry's vault... Now, I remember writing an explanation somewhere but I can't find it and I really don't want to do so again, not for something I consider unimportant in the grand scheme of things. At the time, I just wanted to portray the headmaster as the manipulator that he is in this story and for Harry to see that. Not the best way to do it, I know, but what's done is done.
The Potters trusted the headmaster with their lives as they let him cast the fidelius charm on their home. Is it too much of a stretch to say that they included him in their will, on the off chance that they would die? They were the last Potters and they went into hiding. If they were to die, there's no reason to believe that the same fate would not befall their son. But unbelievably, that's exactly what happened and Dumbledore turned out to be a liar and a thief. They couldn't have guessed that.
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