Dragons
A dragon. Not one. But four. Bloody dragons.
Hidden under Harry's invisibility cloak, Hadrian let out a small shriek.
"You don't have an invisibility cloak?"
"I have one. Family's heirloom. But I usually let it stay at Sirius's place..." The last thing connected to James during their Hogwarts days, Sirius sometimes clung to it during his sleep.
"I will let you borrow mine!"
"For what?"
"You have to see this! Please!"
And Hadrian there, third wheeling Hagrid's date and watching four mother dragons. At least Charlie Weasley seemed nice. And hot.
No, scratch that.
The dragons were more important.
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"So your plan is to ride a Firebolt in order to escape the mother dragon?"
"Accio them." Harry nods. The Golden Trio had been staying up all night to make a plan to keep Hadrian alive. (Harry also told Cedric about the dragon. Good kid.)
"Damm..."
"What's it, Hadrian?"
"I'm suck at broom riding."
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Hadrian fainted during a broom practice. He could not stay still on a broom for too long.
"Seriously, Hadrian?"
"What?"
"I am the youngest seeker in the century."
"And I'm Voldemort's consort! Stop stating obvious facts!"
"I'm sorry, I'm just..."
"I understand, kid. No one want to see an embarrassing performance."
"No! I don't want you to die!" There were tears in Harry's eyes. Now Hadrian felt like an asshole.
"Sorry. We will figure something out."
Hadrian also did not want to die.
What will Tom do in this situation, he wondered.
His stomach ached.
And the first task day came, Hadrian still did not have any clues what to do.