Chains of Destiny

On the other side of the enclosure, the Hungarian Horntail stood over her eggs. She was just as ginormous as he remembered, perhaps eighty feet long. Midnight black scales protruded from her back, pointing haphazardly in all directions. Harry spotted several chains around her feet, but they were long and loose; they would not even remotely render her immobile. Her golden eyes seemed to glow with power and hate.

And she just so happens to be looking directly at me.

Harry was very interested in discovering which witch or wizard thought it would be a good idea to have him fight against a nesting dragon.

Harry spotted the golden egg in the dragon's nest. It was placed directly in between the dragons four other eggs, which all seemed to be real. Harry found it slightly disturbing that witches and wizards were willing to put unborn babies at risk, regardless of them being a different species.

He slowly made his way towards the dragon, waiting for her to make the first move. When he was within thirty feet of her, a torrent of red and golden flames issued from her mouth. Harry instantly bolted out of the flame's path; he could not afford to form his water shield until he had created his chains, as he would be nearly out of magical energy upon casting the latter.

Unfortunately, he would have to get rather close to the dragon in order to form his chains. He could not afford to waste any of his magic until the dragon was immobile, which meant no using any disillusionment charms.

Harry waited until the dragon stopped unleashing its flames before sprint towards it. He most likely looked incredibly stupid at the moment; it was certainly how he felt. When he was directly under the dragon's head, he pulled his wand into his right hand.

Virtus Vinctum!

Harry roared the incantation as loudly as he could within his head, imagining chains detaining the ginormous beast. He had practiced the spell nonstop for nearly a month, but this was the first time he had done so in the presence of an actual dragon.

He felt an incredible burning sensation flowing through his body. He had used a great deal of his magical power to perform the spell. Harry could clearly feel that it was much harder to produce chains in the presence of the dragon, combined with the fact that the dragon was bigger than he had anticipated.

Harry looked around. Dark, metallic chains were forming in the air. Each chain attached itself firmly to the dragon. The Hungarian Horntail screeched in fury, flapping its wings angrily. A moment later, the dragon's wings were stationary as well.

It worked.

Harry almost instantly doubled over in pain. He could barely even feel his magic - there would be no water shielding happening anytime soon, that was for certain. Due to the massive size of the dragon, the chains had taken much more magic than he had anticipated. He would have to get out of here as quickly as possible.

As he reached the nest, Harry gently picked up the golden egg. It was a bit heavier than he expected. Harry made sure to be particularly cautious around the other eggs, not wanting to accidentally damage them.

Once he had gotten his egg, Harry slowly made his way from under the dragon. He turned back, keeping his eyes on the beast. There was absolutely no way he was risking getting burnt to ashes just for not being cautious.

The Hungarian Horntail was gazing at him with malice and sadness. Its legs, as well as its wings and tail were all firmly held by chains. In fact, even its mouth was covered by the chains, not allowing it to open to even the slightest degree.

The creature was completely immobile.

Harry felt a strong amount of sympathy for the dragon. In her eyes, a bad wizard had come to her home, and killed one of her precious offspring.

It was a story Harry could relate to.

He no longer wanted to look at the Hungarian Horntail. Harry turned around, changing the way he held the golden egg within his arms. He slowly made his way back towards the exit, trying not to faint from exhaustion.

Just as he neared the exit, Harry's aching body leaned off to left. A sudden burning sensation flooded through his body - he had accidentally cut his left palm open. Ignoring the pain, Harry continued to walk towards the exit. He cast a charming smile at the floating orb that was tailing him. While he didn't particularly care what most people thought about him, Salazar informed him that first impressions were always important.

At this moment, he was the queen at the center of the board. He had a vast number of potential moves to make, but was incredibly endangered as well. He had to get through this without a single fault, or risk facing the potential consequences.

Harry was fortunately conscious enough to know when he had passed the arena barrier. He could once again hear the sounds of the outside world. The birds were chirping, the crowd was roaring, and Bagman was shouting with delight.

" - and would you look at that! Our youngest champion is the fastest to get his egg! Seems to have used a rare spell he discovered, maybe in the restricted section of the Hogwarts library? Hogwarts is known to house the largest collection of magical texts in nearly all of the world! Bloody brilliant!"

I'm starting to think Salazar was right about the stupidity of the Wizarding World.

Although perhaps he had a point. Harry had never truly looked through the Restricted Section of the library; there was a good chance that something of use could be found in there. After all, Hermione had managed to find the recipe for the Polyjuice Potion in there during their second year. If that of all things could be found, there was likely to be more.

Harry's eyes searched for Dumbledore. The headmaster's reaction to his performance was the only reaction of actual value to him, seeing as it could potentially put him in danger.

The old man sat in the judge's box, observing the chains with fascination and interest. He did not, thankful, appear hostile or angry, simply curious.

Harry turned around, continuing on the path back to the champions' tent. He had been informed earlier that he would have to be checked over by Madam Pomfrey. Harry was not particularly interested in ignoring the instructions pertaining to the Mediwitch. He knew from personal experience how serious Madam Pomfrey was with her patients.

Sure enough, Madam Pomfrey stood at the entrance of the tent. Diggory lay on one of the hospital beds, the entire left side of his body seemingly covered in burns. Krum was covered in bruises. Fleur Delacour appeared completely fine.

"How did it go?" asked Fleur, looking him over.

"Pretty well. Just got a small cut." answered Harry, holding out his left hand. Madam Pomfrey immediately rushed towards him.

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