Harry VS Dragon

Ludo "The Hungarian Horntail... Believe me Miss Rivia when I say even the dragon handlers were having difficulties transporting it, I do hope you won't regret swapping with Harry here...

Ciri nods, "I'll be fine, better than if Harry competed against it."

The other officials in the room look slightly suspicious at what Ciri had revealed but they continued nevertheless.

Dumbledore steps forwards and pats Harry on the back, "Harry, since you'll be going first when you hear the sound of th-" *BAAANG* "-Cannon... You must enter the stadium, well, since our ever competent Mr Filch has already shot it!" he shouts at the man above them who scowls at him, "You should enter the stadium now Harry, I wish you luck."

Harry doesn't look at the man, still not believing there was nothing he could do that'd help him out of this tournament. He takes a deep breath before walking past the tent flaps and into the stadium where the voice of Ludo Bagman echoes around along with the almost deafening cheers of those watching.

Up in the seats sits Reima and Hermione, the latter freaking out about how Harry would get out of this one alive.

Reima nudges her and gives her a smile, "Don't worry Hermione, I haven't been training him nothing these past weeks. Just trust that he'll complete this in one piece."

Hermione nods despite her breathing still being ragged, "Okay.. He'll be okay.... Okay." she quickly whispers to herself while Reima watches Harry enter the stadium.

Ludo "Here is our first challenger! Harry Potter facing off against the brutal Swwweeeedddish Shortsnout!" he shouts, causing everyone to cheer even louder than before.

Ludo smiles and continues, "His goal for this task is to make it past the dragon and steal the golden egg that has been placed within her clutch, this will be an extremely difficult and dangerous task I assure all of you!" he shouts.

Harry's face twitches when he hears Bagman but ignores it and starts glancing around the stadium, looking for the dragon. He has a spell on his slips as Reima had already given him all he needed to easily get past this task.

Flashback :

Harry sits in the classroom where he'd been learning magic from Reima Ludvig, he's almost pulling his hair out while quickly scanning a book for information that'd help him not be barbecued by a dragon. Half an hour later he throws the book at a nearby wall with red eyes, furious that he still hadn't found anything.

Reima who was re-reading the book that taught the Dark Hand with his feet up on the desk opposite Harry glances at the angry boy and flicks some chalk at his forehead.

Harry reels from the sudden attack before spinning and drawing his wand.

Reima stores his book and claps, "Very good, you're learning."

Harry "Leave it Reima, I'm not in the mood for jokes." he says tiredly.

Reima "Still looking for a solution to your dragon problem?" he asks and receives a nod. "I think you're thinking about taking it down too abstractly, I seem to recall in your drunken state you talking about killing a basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor?"

Harry scratches the back of his head for uttering his secrets so easily with a bit of alcohol... "Yeah, but I doubt a dragon would be as easily taken out..."

Reima "Again, you're not thinking outside the box! The sword of Gryffindor is a Goblin made sword yes?" Harry nods, "And Goblin made swords take on the traits of whatever they touch, yes?"

Harry "Dumbledore did say something like that... But where is this going?"

Reima "Man Harry, are your trying to be oblivious or is this your natural state? If the sword is now as venomous as Basilisk venom, wouldn't it almost instantly kill whatever it cut?"

Harry "..Including dragons! Reima you're a genius!"

Reima shakes his head, "No, your just an idiot" he says while chuckling.

Flashback End

Harry still had no idea why he didn't think of this before, the sword was still placed in the headmasters office and easily retreivable. He raises his wand in the air and casts "Accio Sword of Gryffindor!"

Ludo "It seems young Harry has cast the first spell of the tournament, I wonder what it was! Perhaps a flame-freeze charm!?! Who knows!"

While Harry waits for the sword to appear he sees a greyish-blue spike tail almost slithering on the floor in-front of him, this immediately tells Harry where the dragon is and as such backs away from it's current position, carefully watching his steps in order to not trip and inform it of his location.

It's only 10 seconds later that a shadow comes flying from the sky, Harry pales as he sees the sword of Gryffindor heading for him blade first and immediately starts running, only barely managing to move his foot away at the last instance before it landed.

Ludo "Wow! Harry summons a sword which almost impales him! That's what I call a spell backfire!" he shout, causing the crowd to laugh and cheer.

Harry mentally thanks Ludo as his shouting may have blocked the dragon from hearing his panicked footsteps, looking at the sword penetrating the stone ground he grasps the handle and pulls it out. The stone underneath it looking almost corroded by it's presence.

He gets to a high vantage point and finally spots the neck of the dragon, once up there he points the sword towards it while casting a charm on the sword. "Virga!" he shouts, casting the most powerful charm he can, which causes the Sword of Gryffindor to vibrate slightly before being slingshot-ed at the dragon, causing a loud *CLANK* as it hits it's scales, not penetrating deeply but enough for the venom to enter it's bloodstream!