48. Giant Lizards, I mean Dragons

Harry was then forced to participate in the Tournament, which made the boy extremely worried, and to make matters worse, his red-haired 'friend' was jealous, and didn't want to believe his words.

Putting an icing on the cake, Harry and I, after leaving the room, where we were only told the date of our first test, we found Ginny, Hermione, Luna, Nev, Anna and Susan.

So the half brother pair, Harry and I, were forced to listen to a sermon from each of them. Harry listened less, as they truly believed the boy hadn't signed up.

I only recovered two days later and could hear normally again. From then on, I dragged Harry every day to one of the unused rooms, to train the boy in different spells.

I also increased his physical exercises, which were already good, because of Quidditch, but now, I had him at military level, a training that only the elites do. Basically, I doubled what he did, and charged a maximum time almost impossible for him to get.

Each time he failed, I added what was missing for the next day. If he was happy? Not at all, he tried to hex me 47 times, yes, but at least he was focused, not thinking about stray things.

We were as prepared as we could be, and the big day arrived. Harry had been invited by Hagrid to see what the first test would be, and by default, he told me later.

So we focused the remaining two training days on trying everything, or rather, him trying everything. But I trusted, I could see in his eyes, that he was ready, he just needed to think about what he wanted to do and that was it.

As we made our way to the champions' tent, I was beside him, cracking lame jokes and trying to cheer him up as much as possible. Until I got tired, and I spoke directly to him.

"Listen bro, you're really good with a broom, I bet whatever dragon it is, it wouldn't reach you on one, you're also really good at spells and transfiguration, your wand is in your hand, use it.

That's all I can do for you bro, I got you as prepared as I could, and I assure you, in your current state, fighting Valdemart wouldn't be crazy, so use your head and your heart bro. Bring victory to mommy."

I don't deny it, I appealed strongly. I left the frozen boy there, a few meters from the entrance, and went inside the tent. There, I saw Fleur and Victor, nervous, anxious. I just sat in the corner and sighed, not having a cell phone with my favorite songs there so I could relax.

Barto arrived, calling us to remove the object that would inform us who our opponents would be.

"Mister Black, come, be the first." he tries.

"No, I want to be last. Let my brother or Fleur be first." I shrug off the answer.

"I understand you're nervous Mr. Black, but rules must be followed." he argues.

"So just give me the most dangerous of enemies, I make a point of choosing that one. If you can't, be absolutely sure, I won't even leave the carcass of what I take." I let my trademark show, the twinkle in my eye.

"So, Mr. Black, your opponent will be the last one, and I'll tell you now, it's a Hungarian Horntail. Good luck." he had a smile on his face, and I didn't care.

"Thanks for breaking the rules for me, Mr. Crouch." I return the taunt, causing the old man with the Hitler mustache to lose his triumphant smile.

Harry took the Common Welsh Green, Fleur the Swedish Short Snout and Victor stayed with the Chinese Meteor.

Fleur was the first, just over 20 minutes later, we could hear the audience applaud and applaud the beautiful girl. Victor was soon to follow, with 23 minutes later he achieved his goal.

So it was Harry, I could only root for him as all the help I could offer was gone. I won't deny it, I was nervous to see the boy in that dangerous situation. But just over 40 minutes later came the applause and congratulations.

Now I was calmer, knowing he might be hurt but still alive. That was the important thing. Then I heard the cannon, informing me that it was now my turn. As I left, I could see the people in the audience.

My 'dad' and 'cousin' were there, as were my Weasley 'uncles'. I waved at them, giving them a reassuring smile, but they looked pained and worried, eager for me to look the other way.

Then I felt it, a scorching heat approaching. Still smiling at them, I just left my wand pointed at the fire, while a shield formed in front of me and I waved goodbye to them.

I could make out every action they were taking now. My father laughed, amused by the situation, my cousin, was demonstrating all the language of a noblewoman, Aunt Molly fainted, and Uncle Arthur fanned the student from the back chair, while he looked at the arena, attentive and worried.

Very calmly, I transferred the shield magic to my free hand as I walked towards the large winged, fire-breathing lizard. I approached slowly but steadily.

When I felt that I was close enough, I waved my wand, in a circle followed by an S and a P. I just mumbled, "gravibus somnum" and in a few seconds, the blaze of fire in front of me started to diminish.

The big, hot-breathing lizard had heavy eyes, and before long, he began to sleep, heavily. Very calmly, I picked up the object of interest, the golden egg, and remembering Miss Fleur's mistake in the book, I went the other way.

I entered the second tent as the dragon caretakers went about their business. I looked at Harry, who had some bruises on his cheek and his clothes had a bit of burns.

"How did I do bro?" I teased the injured Harry.

"It was boring, I prefer it my way." he snorted, making Madam Pomfrey look at him like a hawk watching her prey. "Anyway, what did you do? It wasn't just ordinary sleep magic." he points, and I smile proudly.

"Okay, you got it bro. It was 'heavy sleep'. He was too big for basic magic, so I appealed a bit." I scratched the back of my neck, laughing at Harry's indignant face.

"I lack the strength to use this one, but I'll get there." he says at last. Then a curious expression from him arrests me. "How did you make the shield in your wandless hand?"

I scratch the back of my neck one more time, this time because I forgot to teach him that. So I hear my lovely brother. "Madame Pomfrey, prepare another stretcher, I'm going to kill my brother and I'll be right back."

Hearing that, I did what anyone would do in my place, I ran, leaving the golden egg in Hermione's hands, who was approaching. While Harry ran close behind and yelled.

"Relax bro, I won't kill you, I'll just rip off a leg, an arm and one of your balls. You bastard."