Harry Potter: The Saviour's Awakening

A week before the first task, the Weighing of the Wands was to take place. Harry made his way to the classroom where it was being held. When he entered, he saw that Cedric and Fleur were talking softly and Victor was looking out of the window. When Harry entered, Fleur smiled widely.

"Harry!" she said excitedly. "I haven't seen you for several days now! Where did you run off to?" she asked, pouting at him.

"Training, mostly," Harry shrugged casually. "What about you?"

Before Fleur could reply, Dumbledore, Madam Maxime and Karkaroff arrived with the Ministry and I.C.W. officials. Harry recognised the wandmaker; it was Garrick Ollivander. He also noticed several people of the media there as well, ready to take notes. He had a feeling their wand specifications would soon be made public; he found himself not caring about that.

"May I introduce Mr Ollivander?" said Dumbledore, taking his place at the judges' table and talking to the champions. "He will be checking your wands to ensure that they are in good condition before the tournament."

"Mademoiselle Delacour, could we have you first, please?" said Mr Ollivander, stepping into the empty space in the middle of the room.

"Yes," he said quietly, "nine and a half inches… inflexible… rosewood… and containing a single filament of hair from the head of a Veela…"

"Yes," Fleur smiled brightly. "It belongs to my grandmother."

Ollivander nodded approvingly and proceeded to test her wand. Once he was satisfied, he went on to Cedric. Harry paid close attention to what was being said about their wands, as it could give him some insight on how their personality worked; he had studied the basics of wand lore, something which he found to be quite interesting, especially after what Ollivander had told him the last time.

"Unicorn hair… Twelve and a quarter inches… Ash… pleasantly springy," he said and tested it. With that, he moved to Krum.

"Ah, a Gregorovitch creation, isn't it? A fine wandmaker, it's a shame that he retired… Hornbeam and dragon heartstring?" he shot at Krum, who nodded. "Rather thicker than one usually sees… quite rigid… ten and a quarter inches."

Once tested, he finally came to Harry who presented him with his wand. "Which brings us to Mr Potter," said Ollivander as he accepted the wand. "Ah yes, how well I remember. The modifications are working perfectly, I assume?" Seeing Harry nod, he continued. "Fifteen inches… Yew and Basilisk fang ivory, containing the tail feather of a Thunderbird. Unusually rigid."

"Garrick, did I hear you right?" asked Dumbledore politely. "Basilisk fang ivory in a wand?"

"Yes," Ollivander replied happily, though Harry's face remained impassive as always. "My finest work, if I do say so myself. Mr Potter here came to me more than a year ago to have his wand modified after that - incident - in the Chamber of Secrets. It's good to know that my modifications are working well. Expecto Patronum !"

An elephant erupted from the tip of Harry's wand as Mr Ollivander tested it. "Good, it is in fine working order."

People were staring at Harry even after it was done and Harry observed that Dumbledore was looking slightly disturbed, no doubt because the Basilisk was a dark creature. His wand wood had a dark reputation, his core was considered grey and the addition of the ivory was dark. Harry rolled his eyes. Really, witches and wizards should stop giving such labels to magic based on the amount of light present. It was annoying and from what he had read from his mother's journals, Lily Potter completely agreed with him.

Once the photographs were taken, Harry calmly left the room. He had to prepare to fight against a dragon.

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"Absolutely not!"

It was three days before the First Task and the dragons had finally arrived. Just as Harry had suspected, they were not happy to have been brought here away from their home, nor were they happy to be caged.

"The dragons are already in danger due to this tournament, but there is no way are you risking the eggs by placing them in the arena. They could be destroyed by accident and I'm not going to let so many unborn dragons be killed just because witches and wizards have such a poor sense of what is fun, " he said to the Head Dragon Keeper of the Romanian Dragon Reserve. They were standing in a clearing in the Forbidden Forest and the dragons were putting up one hell of a fight several feet away.

"But Lord Potter, the tournament officials -"

"As far as I'm aware, I'm the owner of the reserve, Mr Dorian," Harry said coldly. "The tournament officials have no business ordering you about and neither does the International Confederation of Wizards. There will be no eggs placed in that arena, is that clear ?"

"But Lord Potter, the eggs are part of the task," the Head Dragon Keeper argued nervously. "It has been specifically requested by the Triwizard Committee which has been commissioned by the I.C.W. We have a contract, sir, and we have to go through with it."

Harry folded his arms over his chest and looked at the dragons which were all stunned by several of the dragon handlers. The committee wanted eggs, but he wasn't willing to risk them. So the only option was -

"I'll contact my godfather and ensure that the British Ministry of Magic provides you with charmed duplicates," Harry said quietly. "Switch them with the real eggs and place them in the arena. Make sure that the mother dragons know that their eggs are safe; I don't want them to go on a rampage. How many are there in each clutch?"

" Ahem," the Head Keeper stammered, looking at his notes. "There are fifteen each, sir; that makes it sixty eggs in total."

Harry snorted. "There is no way am I risking the lives of sixty unborn dragons for this tournament. If the Triwizard Committee discovers the switch, just tell them that you were following orders and direct them to Minister Black. He'll handle them," he said flatly.

"Yes sir," the wizard nodded, mentally breathing a sigh of relief. At least he didn't have to deal with those people in case the worst happened. He was more than happy to shift the responsibility to someone else.

"And make sure you have Healers who specialise in dragon care nearby," Harry ordered. "I don't want the mother dragons fatally injured as well. Once the task is over, ensure that they are treated for their injuries. If Healers aren't here right now, ensure that they are present at the arena on the day of the task. Understood?"

"Yes, Lord Potter."

Harry nodded to the man but before he left, he paused. "You'll find the substitute eggs by tomorrow evening. Also, ensure that none of the real eggs is misplaced. I will not have anyone misuse the situation to steal the real eggs. If I catch anyone doing that, trust me when I say they will be looking for a new job, along with a nice stay in prison. Ensure that your employees are clear on that matter as well. And remember, Minister Black and I will know if we're being deceived. Good day, Mr Dorian."

"Damn," whispered the Head Keeper, wiping his brow, watching Harry walk away. That was a wizard to watch out for.

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