Harry Potter: The Saviour's Awakening

"Do you think the other champions know about the dragons?" asked Dylan quietly.

"Maxime and Karkaroff would have told their students," said Harry as he finished his breakfast. It was the twenty-first of November; the day of the First Task.

"What about Diggory?"

"What about Diggory? He's a champion of the Triwizard Tournament, Dylan. This tournament involves cheating and if he were smart, he should have realised that by now. Someone entered me into this tournament with the intention of killing me and I'll be damned if they succeed. I'm in this to win. If Diggory didn't figure it out, it is not my problem. His father is the Head of the Department of the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, so trust me, he knows about the dragons being brought here. If he cares about his son, he would have told him about it. I'm not doing his work for him and to be fair, I've already saved Diggory from Lockhart once. Sirius told me that they have taken plenty of measures to ensure that there are no fatalities. If competition is eliminated, I'm not going to complain. It gives me a better chance to win."

"How were you not sorted into Slytherin?" asked Dylan curiously.

Harry snorted. "Just because I'm not in Slytherin doesn't mean I don't have to be cunning; just because I'm not in Gryffindor doesn't mean I should not be brave; just because I'm not a Hufflepuff doesn't mean I'm not loyal to my friends and family. They're all personality traits and the Hat chooses Houses based on the dominant traits. I'm hoping that people would realise that once Godric's journal is released to the public."

Once they finished breakfast, they went outside. Daphne was sitting by the lake - she had been unable to eat because of her nervousness. Harry went behind her and pulled her into a tight hug.

"I'll be fine, Daph," said Harry in her ear. "Don't worry."

"You can't stop me from worrying," said Daphne, clutching her stomach as it did somersaults. "I just want to get this task over with. Please be careful, Harry."

"I will," he whispered as he kissed her passionately. Sirius and Amelia were there too, looking very nervous.

"Harry, expect the unexpected," said Amelia quietly. "The I.C.W. knows that cheating is part of the tournament. They'll throw in a few surprises as well. Be careful."

"I will," said Harry as he gave her a hug.

Sirius hugged him too. "Be careful, son," he gruffly. "I know you can do this. Good luck."

Dylan just rammed into him, hugging him tight and not wanting to let go. Harry smiled and kissed the top of his head.

"Good luck," muttered Dylan.

Nodding to them all, Harry entered the tent while the rest moved over to the stadium. The stadium where the First Task was to take place had been erected, with many witches and wizards paying entrance fees to watch it. It was not as large as the stadium of the Quidditch World Cup, but it was huge nevertheless. Large mirrors were placed everywhere so that they could see the champions' progress up close. Millions of witches and wizards around the world were now watching on their E-Mirrors too, wanting to see how the task would proceed.

Harry entered the tent and saw that Cedric, Fleur and Victor were already present. Nodding to them in greeting, he sat in the corner and closed his eyes, slipping into his mind. When he heard people entering the tent, he opened his eyes and walked forward. He was wearing a blue shirt and over it, black leather duelling clothes. Ludo Bagman offered them a silk bag from which they had to retrieve a model of what they would be facing. Cedric got the Swedish Short-Snout; Fleur got the Welsh Green; Krum got the Chinese Fireball, while Harry got the Hungarian Horntail. Going by their expressions, Harry could see that none of them was surprised at seeing the dragons.

"These are what you will be facing after going through, ahem, a couple of steps," said Bagman, beaming at them. "Good luck to you all!"

Harry was the fourth selected. The tent blocked out all sound which came from the outside so he had no idea what was happening. Two hours later, he was called. He breathed deeply, flicked his wand to his hand as he exited the tent. He entered the arena for the First Task.

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Harry entered the arena and saw a hundred thousand faces looking back at him. He could see his face in the enormous mirrors placed all over the stadium. His face was a perfect emotionless mask as he walked forward. Tilting his head slightly, he wondered where the dragon was. He rotated the shaft of his wand, casting a detection spell. Encountering an enchantment, he began scanning for the ward trigger.

"Look at that, everyone," shouted Ludo Bagman. "Our fourth and youngest champion is doing something different as compared to the other three. He seems to be searching for something."

After two minutes of searching, Harry found it. Smirking slightly in triumph, Harry began breaking the trigger, just as he heard hissing sounds near him. Turning around, he found several Ashwinders slithering towards his position.

" Stop," hissed Harry in Parseltongue. "I mean you no harm. Go back to where you came from."

The Ashwinders hissed back, " Yes, speaker."

"Oh," said Bagman, though somewhat nervously. "That was certainly a unique way of dealing with the Ashwinders. Harry Potter was able to speak to them in Parseltongue and drove them away."

Harry searched for something in the air as if trying to grip something and after several seconds, he found the ward grip. He had studied this type of ward in Voldemort's memories, so he knew how to break them. Holding the grip in his right hand, he tapped it using the wand that was gripped in his left. Suddenly, the air around him seemed to shimmer.

" Bombarda Maxima! "

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