Chapter 9
Harry sat there staring at Snape as the lesson began, picturing horrific things happening to him… If only he knew how to do the Cruciatus Curse… he’d have Snape flat on his back like that spider, jerking and twitching...
“Antidotes!” said Snape, looking around at them all, his cold black eyes glittering unpleasantly. “You should all have prepared your recipes now. I want you to brew them carefully, and then we will be selecting someone on whom to test one…”
Snape’s eyes met with Harry’s, and Harry knew what was coming. Snape was going to poison him. Harry imagined picking up his cauldron, and sprinting to the front of the class, and bringing it down on Snape’s greasy head. -
And then a knock on the dungeon door burst in on Harry’s thoughts.
It was Colin Creevey; he edged into the room, beaming at Harry, and walked up to Snape’s desk at the front of the room.
“Yes?” said Snape curtly.
“Please, sir, I’m supposed to take Harry Potter upstairs.”
Snape stared down his hooked nose at Colin, whose smile faded from his eager face.
“Potter has another hour of Potions to complete,” said Snape coldly. “He will come upstairs when this class is finished.”
Colin went pink.
“Sir- sir, Mr.Bagman wants him,” he said nervously. “All the champions have got to go, I think they want to take photographs…” -(Harry Potter and the Goblet of fire, chapter 18 - the weighing of the wands).
Harry secretly jumped for joy, packing up his stuff as the two argued on whether Harry needed his things or not, saying goodbye to Neville as he followed the younger Gryffindor, listening to him chatter along as they went up to the classroom. He needed to get out of there anyway, especially since he was planning on murdering the man with a cauldron, so Colin came at just the right time.
Inside Harry noticed the other three champions were already there, along with the bane of Harry’s existence, Rita Skeeter. He scowled slightly as he saw the woman with the poisoned quill. “Harry! There you are, champion number four! Nothing to worry about as it is just the wand weighing ceremony.” Mr.Bagman told him, making Harry blink.
“Weighing ceremony? What’s that for?” Harry asked. He had left his wand in his bag since it had been acting up for him lately, having been planning on heading down to Ollivander’s soon to get it checked on since he wasn’t able to really use it much. It made it hard to do wandwork in class, especially as he didn’t have complete control over wandless magic, not to mention he didn’t want Dumbledore to catch wind of his new ability.
“To check if your wand is fully functional for you. We don’t want any problems, you know, as they’ll be your most important tools in the tasks ahead. The expert is with Dumbledore now. Then there is going to be a photoshoot after.” Bagman explained, making Harry nod. “This is Rita Skeeter, she is planning on a small piece about the tournament for the Daily Prophet.”
Rita seemed offended at such a prospect, which Harry was sure she was, after all the stuff she had written about Harry before. “It may not be that small, Ludo.” She told him. “I was wondering if I could have a bit of a word with Harry here before we start? The youngest champion, you know… to add a bit of color?” She asked.
Before Mr.Bagman could answer for him, Harry interjected. “No thank you miss. I will not be taking any interviews without my guardian’s knowledge and presence. While I was forced into this tournament, I am still a minor and you are not allowed to write about me without permission to do so unless you would like to hear from my family’s lawyer about it.” Harry spoke, daring her to bring up the times she had written about him before.
The woman seemed surprised at him, like she didn't know it was illegal to write about minors without permission. Or like she was so used to getting away with it that the thought of legal action seemed unknown to her. It probably was.
The conversation caught the attention of the other champions, who seemed to glare at the woman for trying to talk to Harry. She had a well-known reputation after all.
“Now Harry why not? I’m sure the readers would love to hear from you.” Rita asked, making Harry glare at her, making sure to keep calm enough that his eyes DIDN’T flash red. That wouldn’t do him any good here.
“If you want a story, Miss Skeeter, you would do well to talk to me in a different manner first of all, as we are not close and I did not give you permission to use my first name. Secondly, I am a minor and under law, you are not allowed to write about me in any form. If my guardian was here, I would allow it if he did, but as he is not, I do not believe we have anything that needs to be said to each other.” Harry told her.
Before the woman could say anything else to him, the door opened, showing Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling as always. It was the only time that Harry would be glad to see the man, as he was getting ready to kill the woman.
“I am sorry to interrupt your conversation, but the weighing of the wands is about to begin and we must try to hurry,” Dumbledore told him, looking at Harry.
Harry went and sat down instead of looking at the older man, wanting to destroy something right now. The other champions did the same as the rest of the judges came in, along with Mr.Ollivander, making Harry perk up slightly at the sight of the wandmaker.
Dumbledore went and introduced the wandmaker to everyone, who nodded quietly at the group.
“Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first, please?” said the wandmaker, stepping closer and into the empty space in the middle of the room.
Fleur swept over to the man and handed him her wand. Ollivander examined it for a moment, shooting sparks from the tip as he looked over it carefully. “Nine and a half inches… inflexible… Rosewood I see? and …” The maker muttered quietly.
“An ‘air from ze ‘ead of a veela. One of my grandmuzzer’s.” Fleur finished for him, smiling delicately.
“Ahh yes. I myself never use veela hair, of course. I find it makes for rather temperamental wands. However to each his own and if it suits you then very well. Everything should be in working order then.” Ollivander said, handing the half-veela back her wand. “Mr.Diggory, you’re next.”
Fleur and Cedric smiled at each other as they passed by each other.
“Now, one of mine, isn’t it?” Ollivander spoke aloud, holding the wand as Cedric passed it over to him. “Yes, I remember it well. Twelve and a quarter inches, ash with a unicorn hair core. Pleasantly springy.” The wandmaker shot out a stream of silver smoke rings before handing the wand back to the Hufflepuff. “Mr.Krum, if you please.”
Harry watched the larger male walk to the wandmaker, thrusting his wand out to him with a scowl on his face.
“Hmm… This is a Gregorovitch creation unless I’m much mistaken? A fine wandmaker, though the styling is never quite what I… however… Yes… Hornbeam and dragon heartstring?” he shot out, making Krum nod. “Rather thicker than one see… quite rigid… ten and a quarter inches…” The wandmaker shot out a spell, making small birds fly out before handing over the wand again.
“Which leaves… Mr.Potter.” Ollivander spoke, making Harry stand up and go over to the man, handing over the wand, who instantly took it and looked it over. “Yes yes yes. How well I remember.” The man took a while to look over it, looking at Harry as he did so, seamlessly recognizing something. “I suppose you have been having problems using the wand lately haven’t you?” He asked, making Harry nod with a blink in surprise. Everyone in the room seemed surprised as well, looking at the two.
“It’s no wonder, you’re no longer compatible. Hmm. That won’t do, using a wand-like this will get you killed for sure. Call your guardian, we’ll have to switch it out for another at my shop.” Mr.Ollivander spoke, turning to Professor Dumbledore as Harry clenched his necklace, calling for the entity. “I do hate to tell you this but young Mr.Potter’s wand isn’t suitable for him at all anymore. The boy has changed too much.” He told him.
Dumbledore looked dumbfounded. “I thought such a thing was impossible? A wand doesn’t reject someone after it has chosen them.” Dumbledore remarked to the wandmaker, who only smiled.
“On the contrary, I have seen it happened multiple times in my lifetime. The wizard will usually change to the point that the wand no longer resonates with their core and rejects the wizard, making the wand barely usable.” Mr.Ollivander told the headmaster as the cameraman stood hurriedly.
Harry sighed as they went and posed for pictures, feeling Dumbledore’s eyes bore into him. In the corner of his eye, the wizard noted that Krum seemed to skulk, even though he was someone who should be used to the cameras by now. Harry guessed he hated them as much as he himself did, which made him like the other champion much more.
Slender arrived as they finished up photos, standing by the door, having tracked Harry down through the pendant this time once noticing he wasn’t in Dumbledore’s office for once. “What is it that has happened Harry?” He asked, looking at the young wizard before him.
“My wand doesn’t work for me anymore and Mr.Ollivander wanted me to tell you so we could get me a new wand as soon as possible,” Harry replied, looking at the glamoured entity.
Slender nodded, looking at the wandmaker, who nodded in greeting, a certain look that spoke that he knew more than they knew, before looking at Dumbledore. “Well, since it is dinner time already, I would like to ask that my young ward is able to stay with me for the night, as it will be quite late before we will be able to come back. As I remember my ward saying that it took him quite a while the first time to choose a wand.” Slender spoke, making the Headmaster frown, like he wanted to argue it, before nodding with a smile and a twinkle in his eye like usual.
“I understand. I remember the time of my first wand, it took a while for me as well. Just be sure to bring young Harry back early in the morning, as he does have classes tomorrow.” Dumbledore told him, making the entity nod as the two of them followed the wandmaker to the gates.
Once they were beyond the wards around the school, Slenderman took hold of Harry’s shoulder, teleporting them to the streets of Diagon Alley, knowing where to go from Harry’s memories. Ollivander arrived as well, leading them into the shop before turning to the two.
“It’s been a long time since I had one of those who turned in my shop. It is nice to see you again Slenderman, still using the Sebastian D’mann glamour I see?” Ollivander spoke, making Harry blink in surprise as the entity beside him nodded.
“I still do. It works well in this world. Harry do not gape like that, you will catch a fly. Ollivander is much older than he lets on just as I. He is one of us after all.” Slender said, dropping the glamour once they were in the backroom, Harry staring at the two and gaping openingly in shock, before closing his mouth when being told.
“A little warning next time please?” Harry muttered with a slight glare at the two. “I wasn’t expecting to find out the man who gave me my first wand apparently is a Creepypasta and you decided to never mention it.”
“You never asked,” Slender said simply, accepting the tea that the wandmaker handed him. Harry glared at him more as Ollivander turned to him with a chuckle.
“Sorry to surprise you like this. I am glad to know who is the newest resident back at the mansion. Now about your wand.” He spoke, turning to Harry. “Since this one isn’t working for you anymore, I assume it is because of your transformation. This will make getting you a new wand a lot more difficult, as I do not usually carry wands that will like those of our kind.”
Harry nodded, watching the master wandmaker hurry around his workspace, grabbing boxes and other things as he did so.
“Here you are. Close your eyes and hold your hand out to the one that seems to radiant with you the most.” The wandmaker told him, making Harry nod as he closed his eyes, trying to sense which one resonated with his core the most. “Interesting.” Ollivander thought aloud as he watched Harry stick his hand out towards a core.
Harry opened his eyes, looking at the box curiously, wondering what was inside. Ollivander snatched the bottle before instructing Harry to do the same with a wood, making Harry end up hovering his hand over a box of cedarwood, which the Wandmaker was quick to take, walking over to a desk as Harry looked over curiously. “Now Mr.Potter, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen someone bond with a Horned Serpent horn shavings as a core. Very sensitive to parseltongue, but exceptionally powerful. It even vibrates the wand when parseltongue is spoken and apparently can warn you of danger by emitting a low musical tone, much like the creature it comes from itself. Not many wands are made with these as you have to gain the trust of a horned serpent to get there, luckily I had met one a long time ago that gave me these. Cedar is a wood best suited for those with a strong character and unusual loyalty. I wouldn’t want to cross a cedar wand bearer! Especially if someone has caused harm to those they care for. Those that match with cedar wands are typically frightening adversaries, which surprises those that dare challenge them.” Ollivander told him, chuckling a bit as he worked on the wand, making Harry facepalm slightly.
“Of course I would get a wand that would react to Parseltongue,” Harry mutters to himself. Slender looked at the boy, setting down his cup.
“Parseltongue is a skill that is only passed through bloodlines. It will be beneficial to you as some of our world speaks it and will respect you more for being able to speak the tongue.” Slenderman told him, making Harry nod with a slight smile.
“The wand will have to sit overnight. Come back in the morning and I will have it done. You’ve chosen well, Harry Potter.” Ollivander said, turning to them. The entity nodded, taking Harry before teleporting the two of them back to the mansion.
“I will not force you to sleep, but do not stay up too late after dinner is ready, as you will be going back in the morning. I cannot keep taking you out of the school like this, your headmaster will get suspicious at this rate.” Slender told Harry, making him nod.
“Got it and it’s not like I had a choice on my wand acting up. Can I go out on a kill then? This last week has been horrible and I want to murder something before I murder Rita Skeeter or Snape, whoever pisses me off more at the moment of the death.” Harry asked, looking up at the entity pleadingly.
“Take one of the proxies with you, as I do not want you out alone yet. You may go out after dinner.” Slender told him before walking off.
“Thank you!” Harry called behind him, smiling as he went to go find his friends.
It was the day before the tournament and Harry was just leaving his last class of the day, holding his new Cedar and Horned serpent horn wand in one hand, a note in the other saying to go to Professor McGonagall's office. The young creepypasta navigated through the walls of the castle, heading to his head of house’s office.
Once there, Harry knocked on the door. “Come in!” Chimed his Professor’s voice, making Harry walk inside.
“Harry!” Toby called, before suddenly tackling the boy, making Harry yelp as he was tackled to the ground.
“Sup Harry.” Jeff greeted, watching the two with a grin on his glamoured face.
“Jeff? Toby? What are you two doing here?” Harry asked, pushing Toby off of him, earning a pout from the ticking killer.
“The rules state that champions are allowed to have a maximum of two viewers from outside school come and watch the trials. They arrived during your final class with your guardian and will be staying in your dorm tonight in the guest rooms.” McGonagall supplied, making Harry blink before grin widely, glad that he would be able to have others from the mansion come and watch.
“That’s great! Thank you Professor. Can I show them around the school until dinnertime?” Harry asked, making the older woman smile before nodding, prompting Harry to lead the two other killers out of the woman’s office.
“Alright. So top to bottom?” Harry asked them, since they were close to Gryffindor tower right now, making the two nod with grins of their own to match Harry’s.
Harry spent the next two hours showing the two around, showing them different secret passageways and other things. “So, was this the surprise that Tim told me about in the letter?” Harry asked, looking at them.
“Part of it. The other is in my bag.” Jeff told him. “I ain’t telling you what it is either until the morning.”
Harry pouted slightly, wondering what the entity could have possibly gotten him. “How did he even find out about this rule? I didn’t hear about it.” Harry spoke.
Toby grinned. “Boss looked through s-some books about t-the t-tournament. He a-actually found it on one of the first pages, we just assumed that your Headmaster never told you.” He supplied, making Harry nod.
“Alright.” Harry led the two into the Great Hall and over to the Gryffindor table, glad that they had run into Neville earlier, who left two extra spots than normal.
“Now Harry.” George started, seating himself across from the boy-who-lived.
“You never told-” Fred continued, sitting beside him.
“Us that-”
“You had-”
“Your boyfriends coming-”
“To watch. We would have-”
“Gotten a surprise ready-”
“For them.” The two finished together, making Harry flush brightly.
“T-they’re not my boyfriends, first off. They’re both my friends from back home. There’s apparently a rule that states that you can have up to two people from home come to watch the tasks if you’re a champion.” Harry told them, ignoring the smirks from the two killers at his blushing face. “This is Toby and Jeff. Guys, these are Fred and George, and you met Neville earlier.”
Jeff grinned, looking at the twins. “So these are the two that would give LJ a run for his money in pranks?” He asked. “Along with the ones who taught you to learn those wards you put in your room?”
The twins grinned. “Aww, Harrikins has been talking about us. We’re flattered Harry.” They spoke at once.
Harry rolled his eyes with a snort, watching with a slight smile as the food appeared, making Toby gasp in surprise and Jeff’s glamoured eyes widened in surprise. “Yep. They taught me what I know about pranking along with my godfather and god uncle. I have determined these two and LJ never need to be in the same room unless we need to end the world.” Harry joked, earning wider grins from the two pranksters.
Neville shook his head, smiling as he looked at them. “So you’re the one that caused Harry to start training with knives?” He asked Jeff, who grinned.
“Definitely. Speaking of.” Jeff said, turning to Harry. “I want to check your progress tonight, so to that lake we go after this, got it?”
Harry groaned, swallowing the food in his mouth before speaking. “Got it. Do realize that you shouldn’t have said that out loud though?” Harry told him, noticing that some of the more gossipy Gryffindor girls had heard, whispering to one another as they looked at them.
Toby chuckled, turning to Harry. “You better not let t-this t-tournament kill you! W-we have plans this s-summer and I want to t-teach you how to use h-hatchets!” He exclaimed towards the end, making Harry nod with a smile.
“I promise Toby, if I haven’t died yet, then I definitely won’t die in this tournament,” Harry told him, smiling back at the ticking male beside him. The three seemed to miss the looks the twins and Neville shared.
Once they were all done with dinner, the group headed out towards the lake before curfew. Harry noticed their following, a couple of students who had heard about the match, and sweatdropped. “Told you that you were too loud. Now we are going to have an audience.” Harry muttered to Jeff, who chuckled.
“Well, I guess we’ll just have to give them a show,” Jeff replied. Toby snickered from the other side of Harry, while Harry had a bad feeling he was going to be sore after.
He was right.
Harry stared at the bracelet in his hand before looking at the two in front of him curiously. They were still in Harry’s room the morning of the task and Jeff had handed him this bracelet just a moment beforehand. “What is this thing?” He asked.
“Slender says it's a one time use of a fire repellent. If you are hit with a burst of fire, this will break and protect you with a shield of sorts. We use these whenever Toby gets to blow up stuff.” Jeff explained, earning a nod from Toby.
“They make a bubble appear around you. Masky and Hoodie use them all the time around me.” Toby said with a light pout, earning a small laugh from the other two in the room.
“If you would stop trying to catch Masky on fire because he got onto you for something, he wouldn’t need to wear these all the time,” Harry told him, grabbing his outfit for the tournament. He had stated especially that he wouldn’t wear the one meant for a Hogwarts champion since that was Cedric’s role. Instead, he managed to get one that was black and green accents, with a silver operator symbol on the back and the sleeves. When asked what the symbol was, he told them that it was the house of D’mann’s symbol, which wasn’t technically wrong, since it was Slender’s symbol.
Going into the bathroom, Harry changed into the outfit with its long sleeves and black pants, putting the bracelet on his wrist while tucking the pendant from Slender under the shirt. His wand was tucked safely into his pocket as he walked out of the bathroom, grabbing a belt and slipping it on before slipping two knives into pouches on either side of the belt. “How do I look?” He asked the two male Creepypasta in the room.
"Hot enough to catch a building on fire/make chicks drop their underwear." The two said at the same time with grins, making Harry flush brightly, embarrassed now.
"Well I would rather not do either of those, so let's go." Harry rushed out, walking back the laughing killers with his face burning.
The three went down to the field, the two killers splitting away to go to the stands and find a spot to watch. Which, knowing them, was closest to the action as possible.
Harry walked to the champion's tent, fingering the bracelet on his wrist as he did so. The comfort of the coolness of both the bracelet and the pendant against his chest calmed him, so as he walked inside the tent, he knew that nothing would harm him.
Harry watched the normally beautiful Fleur, pale in worry as she sat off to the side. Cedric was pacing around the tent anxiously. Krum was tapping his foot lightly, leaning against a pole, seemingly trying to look calm but failing to do so.
Mr.Bagman walked in with a bag, smiling widely as he looked at the contestants. "Good morning! Big day. Now I need you four to pick from this bag. Ladies first please." He told them.
Fleur huffed, getting up and going over to him before reaching into the bag, taking out a miniature dragon with a number one around his neck.
One by one, the champions picked their poi- I mean dragon. Finally Harry reached into the bag, reaching in and grabbing the Hungarian Horntail, making him internally scream. Of course he got the worst of them all. Faith hated him.
"What do we do with these?" Harry asked Mr.Bagman, who shrugged.
"They'll disappear in an hour. Now get ready champions. When the cannon sounds that means it is time for whoever is next to go out." He told them before leaving the tent, leaving the four champions to wait.
Harry pouted a little, having wanted to take the little dragon to the mansion for Toby and Sally to have. Then again, Slender probably wouldn't approve of it. It was still tempting though.
The young wizard sat down on a bench as a cannon sounded loudly outside, causing Fleur to stiffen before walking out of the tent. He leaned his head back slightly, petting the small dragon on his lap, who purred slightly at the pets. "Cedric, after this, if we aren't in the infirmary having Pomfrey freaking out over us, want to gather some others and have a quidditch match sometime next week?" Harry called to the other Hogwarts' students Cedric looked at him, snapping out his worries to smile a little. Krum seemed to listen quietly to the two.
"Sure. I was honestly a little disappointed to not go against you this year. Do we want to get others from the other houses and schools?" Cedric replied, smiling.
Harry grinned, nodding a bit. "We could do it on Saturday and have one big tournament. That way, we don't have to worry about classes. We could get the word out tonight since we know our houses are going to be celebrating. Maybe Friday we can pick team captains and teams and that way everyone has a chance to prepare. Have four teams maybe? To give everyone a fair chance to be on a team depending on how many people want to join?" He suggested to the Hufflepuff, who nodded in agreement.
Krum decided to speak up. "Would you mind if I joined?" He spoke gruffly. Harry nodded, grinning while Cedric looked surprised.
"Sure. I keep being told that I and you need to have a seeker off anyways. I'm guessing you're good?" Harry asked, making the two older males look at him in shock.
"Harry. You really don't know who he is?" Cedric asked, looking at the small wizard with wide eyes.
Harry shrugged. "I assumed he was famous with the fangirls. I've never really kept up with wizard celebrities. My aunt and her family hated magic and then I moved to my current guardian's house this summer in America. Not a lot of chances to find out about them." Harry confessed, ignoring the looks from the 'hated magic' comment. He didn't care if anyone knew about that as long as they didn't ask too many questions.
Victor Krum looked at Harry with a sense of wonder as the cannon sounded, signaling for him to go as the burly male walked out.
"Harry, is that really true?" Cedric asked, frowning slightly. Harry nodded with a shrug.
"Didn't even know about magic until I was eleven. I thought my parents died in a car crash. Now. Please can we change the subject?" Harry asked, making him nod.
The younger male looked at the female champion, wondering something. "Hey. Fleur?" Harry called, making the woman look at him. "By any chance, are you a seeker?" He asked her.
Fleur gave him a confused look but nodded. "'es I am. W'y do you ask?" She questioned with a heavy accent.
"Well, it seems that we all have a common trait. I'm the seeker here for Gryffindor and Cedric is the seeker for Hufflepuff. Victor is a famous quidditch seeker. So I figured I would see if you were also a seeker." Harry confessed, making Fleur nod, seemingly relaxing a little.
"'es. It seems we do." She replied.
The conversations were light after that. The champions slowly got to know one another over the common factor of Quidditch. Cedric left when the third cannon sounded, with Krum coming inside after. There, conversation shifted a little.
"I 'eard that there have been strange things since you have arrived at school around you 'arry. Is this true?" Fleur asked, the two foreigners looking at Harry as he nodded with a sigh.
"My first year, had a teacher try to kill me. I am not elaborating on that one either but there was a troll that got into the school that year too. Second-year, a basilisk and the fact that I can apparently speak Parseltongue. Oh and a girl who had a crush on me before she even knew me and is my ex-best friend's sister almost died and I saved her from some kind of possessed book. Third-year, my godfather breaks out of Azkaban, which by the way, they never gave him a trial or even questioned him. He isn't even the secret keeper, Pettigrew is. I think my third year was my safest year so far. This year is someone trying to kill me by throwing me in this tournament against my will." Harry told them. He always wondered if others ever heard about what happened at school. He always thought Dumbledore hid it from everyone.
Then again, teens will gossip so it's not surprising that they eventually found out.
The two looked horrified at this info. "And no adult ever 'elped with any of this?!" Fleur asked, appalled as Victor frown deepened, muttering things in Bulgarian.
"My third-year DADA teacher was our best teacher and actually seemed to care but he was fired for being a werewolf. Which is stupid." Harry said with a shrug. He was honestly used to this stuff by now. It's not like he was alone now. He had Slender and the whole mansion to help him.
As the fourth cannon sounded, Harry got up, pocketing the small dragon as he headed out, passing by Cedric. "You might get bombarded by questions. Sorry." Harry told him quietly, making the Hufflepuff look at him before walking inside, Harry hearing the Veela fire off questions in broken English.
Harry walked over to the arena, pulling out his wand and setting a hand over a blade's handle, getting in position as he waited for the gates to open. His nerves were on fire and his hands felt sweaty.
The gates opened, causing Harry to walk down the path, seeing the large, very angry, dragon in a small clearing. She was guarding a set of eggs, one golden egg gleaming in the sun.
'So that's what I need to grab I'm guessing.' Harry thought, hearing them announce it to him from the stands a moment later.
Harry could see Toby and Jeff in the stands. Toby was practically pouncing, probably from the amount of fire he had seen. Jeff grinned at Harry, giving him a 'you got this' look and a thumbs up.
Harry nodded at them, smiling lightly before looking at the dragon. His wand vibrated slightly, making Harry's eyes widen, realizing that the dragon sounded like it was speaking a form of parsel.
Harry waited for the signal to be given, rushing towards the dragon as it went off. She looked at him before roaring loudly, blowing a stream of flames in his direction.
Harry was quick to dodge, jumping to the side as he rushed over to her side, jumping on top of her, causing her to roar loudly and try to throw him off.
"Off 'uman! Away from babiesssss!" The dragon yelled angrily.
"Wait! I don't want to harm you or your children! There'ssss a fake!" Harry hissed to her, causing her to freeze, looking at him before at her best suspiciously.
"Sssssspeaker of the ssssssnakes you are 'uman? There'sssss fake in my nessssst?" She asked him warily, making Harry nod slightly at her.
"Yesssss noble sssserpant. They ssessent me to retrieve the fake from here. I would not harm a sssssssingle one of your broad." Harry told her, crawling off her back slowly. "The fake is golden in color and sssshinesssss bright in the daylight sssssssun. May I take it away?" Harry asked her, being quiet enough for the stands to be unable to hear him.
The dragon looked at him, seemingly questioning if she should believe him or not, before looking at her nest. She seemed to notice the egg because her next course of action was to roar angrily, blowing out a stream of flames, incidentally at Harry.
Harry had no time to dodge, using his arms to cover his face as the flames shot at him, making the stands scream out in fear for the wizarding Creep. Harry felt the charm break, summoning a small bubble around him as it shielded him from the flames. Harry looked up, panting heavily in fear from almost losing his life there, feeling his eyes wet.
"Well THAT was terrifying," Harry muttered to himself. "May I pleasssssse take the egg noble sssssssserpant?" Harry asked her, making her nod, bowing her head to him.
"Pleasssssse do. I apologissssssse for firing you 'uman. My rage at an imposssster causssssssed me to." She confessed, making Harry nod as he took the egg gently, making sure not to touch the other eggs.
"It isssss alright misssssss. I wasssss well protected in cassssse it would happen." Harry replied, walking away slowly.
"You will do well with the facelesssssss one. Young passsssta." She spoke behind him, making Harry look at her before nodding, walking back to the tent.