A massive chunk of this has been taken out due to Ron no being around Harry as he practiced his summoning charms. I'm going straight to the first task, where you'll see what Ron saw through his eyes, and go straight to what he sees when it comes to Harry's turn. I'm happy to get to this chapter. I'm glad to be past the bromance on the rocks lol.

Chapter 98: The First Task

On the day of the first task, everyone made their way down to the quidditch pitch, only it didn't look like the pitch at all.

The pitch was fashioned into what looked like a cave, with jagged boulders and trees all around. And inside the cave was-

"HERMIONE, THAT'S A FUCKING DRAGON!" I yelled, almost yanking her arm out of its socket.

A huge dragon, a Swedish Short-Snout to be exact, was roaring and flapping its huge wings. Puffs of smoke came from his nose.

"HARRY HAS TO GO AGAINST THAT FUCKER?!"

"Maybe, maybe not." said Hermione.

"What do you mean? Hermione, did you know about this?!"

Hermione huffed. "Well of course I knew about it, Ronald!? And you would have too if you and Harry were getting on! Each of them have to take something from a different dragon. There are three more after this one."

I was completely flabbergasted and worried. "BUT HARRY! HE CAN'T FACE A FUCKING DRAGON BY HIMSELF!"

I felt like the biggest wanker in the universe. There was absolutely positively no way he would have entered himself into this bullshit. Someone had to be out to get him.

A whistle had blown somewhere, and Cedric Diggory emerged from a tent. He looked like he was going to piss on himself. And I didn't blame him.

I couldn't even concentrate on what was happening. I just stood there feeling so sorry for Harry and what he was more than likely going through. They just couldn't allow him to do this, he was only 14 fucking years old!

I wanted to go and help him. I wanted to take his place. Why the bloody hell did I allow my emotions and jealousy to get the best of me, and not be there for my best mate?!

I focused on what I could and then finally, it was time for Harry to come and face his dragon: a motherfucking Hungarian Horntail.

And she was a right bitch.

The whistle blew and Harry walked out of the tent, looking as if he was about to pass out. Hermione clutched onto my arm, her fingers almost digging into it, but I didn't care. I felt the exact same way.

He looked over at the Horntail, at the other end of the enclosure, crouched low over her clutch of eggs, her wings half-furled, her evil, yellow eyes gazing back at him, a monstrous, scaly, black lizard, thrashing her spiked tail, heaving yard-long gouge marks in the hard ground. Everybody was making noises. I wished they would have shut the fuck up so he could concentrate.

We watched as he raised his wand, however, I couldn't make out what he said due to the fucking crowd. Then Harry stood still like he was waiting on something.

"Please come, oh please come." whispered Hermione, still clutching my arm.

"What are you-"

Suddenly I heard a familiar whooshing sound. I looked up and seen a broom, Harry's Firebolt, flying from the school. Bloody hell, he had summonsed his fucking broom! My best mate was a genius!

The crowd went wild as he swung his leg over the broom and kicked off from the ground. The fear had left his face, and he looked as if his thoughts were on Quidditch instead of death. He was treating this like it was just another Quidditch match where his only objective was to capture the snitch.

He looked down at the clutch of eggs and dived. The Horntail's head followed him. Harry pulled out of the dive just in time; a jet of fire had been released exactly where he would have been had he not swerved away.

"OH FUCK!" I yelled. "GO HARRY!"

"Great Scott, he can fly!" yelled Bagman as the crowd shrieked and gasped. "Are you watching this, Mr. Krum?"

Harry soared higher in a circle; the Horntail was still following him, its head revolving on its long neck. It seemed as if Harry was trying to make her dizzy, but soon Harry plummeted just as the Horntail opened its mouth, but this time he was less lucky. He missed the flames, but the tail came whipping up to meet him instead, and as he swerved to the left, one of the long spikes grazed his shoulder.

"OH NO! I CAN'T WATCH!" yelled Hermione, burying her face into my arm.

The cut didn't seem to slow him down however, and hehe zoomed around the back of the Horntail, who didn't seem to want to take off, she was too protective of her eggs. Though she writhed and twisted, furling and unfurling her wings and keeping those fearsome yellow eyes on Harry, she was afraid to move too far from them.

Harry looked as if he knew he had to get her away from them, so he began to fly, first this way, then the other, not near enough to make her breathe fire to starve him off, but still posing a sufficient threat to ensure she kept her eyes on him. Her head swayed this way and that, watching him out of those vertical pupils, her fangs bared.

He flew higher. The Horntail's head rose with him, her neck now stretched to its fullest extent, still swaying, hike a snake before its charmer...

Harry rose a few more feet, and she let out a roar of exasperation. He was like a fly to her, a fly she was longing to swat; her tail thrashed again, but he was too high to reach now...She shot fire into the air, which he dodged. Her jaws opened wide.

"Come on, Harry...come on mate..." I whispered.

And then she reared, spreading her great, black, leathery wings at last, and Harry dived. Before the dragon knew what he had done, or where he had disappeared to, he was speeding toward the ground as fast as he could go, toward the eggs now unprotected by her clawed front legs - he had taken his hands off his Firebolt - he had seized the golden egg.

The crowd went ballistic! Hermione leapt into my arms and I jumped up and down, hugging her as tightly as she was hugging me. Even Seamus and Dean joined in on our celebrating, and latched on jumping and cheering around with us.

"Look at that!" Bagman was yelling. "Will you look at that! Our youngest champion is quickest to get his egg! Well, this is going to shorten the odds on Mr. Potter!"

Hermione and I raced down to the tent and burst into the flaps.

"Harry, you were brilliant!" Hermione squeaked, latching onto him. "You were amazing! You really were!"

But Harry was looking at me more than her, and I couldn't help but stare back as the fear of me almost losing my best mate right in front of me returned.

"Harry," I said, very seriously, "whoever put your name in that goblet - I - I reckon they're trying to do you in!"

Harry gave me a smirk."Caught on, have you?" he said coldly. "Took you long enough."

I opened my mouth to tell him I was sorry for every single bloody thing that had happened over the past few weeks, but Harry stopped me.

"It's okay," he said. "Forget it."

"No," I insisted, "I shouldn't've -"

"Forget it, "Harry said.

I grinned nervously at him, and Harry grinned back.

Hermione burst into tears.

"There's nothing to cry about!" Harry told her, bewildered.

"You two are so stupid!" she shouted, stamping her foot on the ground, tears splashing down her front. Then, before we could stop her, she had given us both of a hug and dashed away, now positively howling.

"Barking mad," I said shaking my head. "Harry, come on, they'll be putting up your scores."

Picking up the golden egg and his Firebolt, Harry and I ducked out the tent. I went babbling about what had happened.

"You were the best, you know, no competition. Cedric did this weird thing where he Transfigured a rock on the ground. Turned it into a dog! He was trying to make the dragon go for the dog instead of him. Well, it was a pretty cool bit of Transfiguration, and it sort of worked, because he did get the egg, but he got burned as well - the dragon changed its mind halfway through and decided it would rather have him than the Labrador; he only just got away. And Fleur tried this sort of charm, I think she was trying to put it into a trance - well, that kind of worked too, it went all sleepy, but then it snored, and this great jet of flame shot out, and her skirt caught fire - she put it out with a bit of water out of her wand. And Krum - you won't believe this, but the bloody git didn't even think of flying! He was probably the best after you, though. Hit it with some sort of spell right in the eye. Only thing is, it went trampling around in agony and squashed half the real eggs - they took marks off for that, he wasn't supposed to do any damage to them."

I drew breath as Harry and I reached the edge of the enclosure.

"It's marks out of ten from each one," I said as Harry squinted up the field, saw the first judge - Madame Maxime - raise her wand in the air. What hooked like a long silver ribbon shot out of it, which twisted itself into a large figure eight.

"Not bad! I suppose she took marks off for your shoulder."

Mr. Crouch came next. He shot a number nine into the air.

"Looking good!" I yelled, thumping Harry on the back.

Next, Dumbledore. He too put up a nine. The crowd was cheering harder than ever.

Ludo Bagman - ten.

"Ten?" said Harry in disbelief. "But...I got hurt...What's he playing at?"

"Harry, don't complain!" I yelled excitedly.

And now Karkaroff raised his wand. He paused for a moment, and then a number shot out of his wand too - four.

"What?" I bellowed furiously. "Four? You lousy, biased scum-bag, you gave Krum ten! Fucking asshole!"

Harry simply shrugged and laughed at the cuss out I was having about Karkaroff.

"You're tied in first place, Harry! You and Krum!" said my brother Charlie , hurrying to meet us as we set off back toward the school. "Listen, I've got to run, I've got to go and send Mum an owl, I swore I'd tell her what happened - but that was unbelievable! Oh yeah - and they told me to tell you you've got to hang around for a few more minutes...Bagman wants a word, back in the champions' tent."

"I'll wait for you Harry." I said, still feeling excited over the events. Harry nodded and headed back to the tent. He came back about ten minutes later, and we started to walk back around the edge of the forest, talking about everything in more detail.

Then, Rita Skeeter jumped out from behind a tree. She was wearing acid-green robes, with a matching one of those Quick Quotes Quills I had seen in the supply shop before.

"Congratulations, Harry!" she said, beaming at him. "I wonder if you could give me a quick word? How you felt facing that dragon? How you feel now, about the fairness of the scoring?"

"Yeah, you can have a word," said Harry savagely. "Good-bye."

And with that, we walked off laughing and talking as if the ice out never happened.

It felt good to be together again..