From Orphan to a Dragon's Child

To face a dragon

For the duration of Harry's stay in the champions' tent the roar of the stadium varied from shrieks to Gryffindor roars throughout each of the champions' turns. Being the youngest out of them all, he was picked to go last, which only seemed increase the rabid beating of his heart. The tent was empty of all officials, whom had departed to watch the other three champions and their challenges, leaving Harry to his thoughts only. 

15 minutes had passed since Cedric Diggory had left the tent for his turn, and yet again, silence had descended across the stadium in anticipation of the fourth and final champion... A games official bustled into the tent immediately after the clearly excited voice of Ludo Bagman who was now announcing Harry's turn. 

"Right it's your turn now, please proceed into the stadium with caution, and good luck" The official rasped out, Harry watched the official's face for a second as his eyes darted nervously from the tent flap and back to him. 

Harry carefully nodded his ascent before gathering all of his Gryffindor courage and gliding out of the tent...

It was now or never, he had practiced his accio charm a thousand times and was not about to fail now. Harry did a quick sweep around the stadium to observe his surroundings, he could see Hermione grasping the wood of the bannister with tight control, Ron standing next to her staring glumly back down at him. Ron. To be honest Harry was disappointed with Ron and his lack of faith in him and even now when facing his doom he still felt terribly hurt from his abandonment of friendship.

But now was not the time to be wallowing in regrets! He had a dragon to fight! 

A rather angry nesting dragon, who upon making eye contact with him had immediately uttered a skull-rattling roar that had completely silenced the watching audience. It seems the Hungarian Horntail in particular was not happy to have been dragged from its peaceful time of nesting. And to be honest neither would I, he thought solemnly upon looking at the chained creature. Krum had hit his dragon in the eyes with a conjuctivitus curse that had completely blinded the poor creature. And now just thinking about it brought a great pain across his chest, hurting it for sport, how disgusting. He stood there pensively regarding the dragon, who had fallen quiet at the lack of movement from Harry. 

(Hungarian POV)

This human, he smells, familiar. Like one of the hatchlings that had been brought to the sanctuary in Romania not two years ago, yes, that's it, the Norwegian Ridgeback. The hatchling had constantly ranted on about a raven haired human who had carried him so gently up the tower and to safety. But surely, being so long ago I can hardly remember the faint trace of human I had once smelled so strongly off that hatchling, *scoffs* who would have hugged a dragon so closely their scent lingered? Surely not.

Even if the human in front of me was the supposed rescuer of the little hatchling, that won't stop him from slaughtering me alive right now, and my hatchlings I can hardly keep them safe at the same time. I can still hear the mourning cries of the Chinese Fireball whom had been so severely blinded by that horrid Bulgarian boy's curse, not to mention simultaneously crushing her clutch of eggs too... Poor dear will mourn for a while on the way back to the sanctuary...

Nevertheless, I must prevent the same fate from happened to me too.