A Book And A Boy ( Young Remus X Reader )

Dragons And Denial

(Y/N POV)

It was the day of the first task. The air was cool as the late October chill set in. Frost formed in the grass this morning marking Novembers soon arrival.

The first task would be held at the quidditch pitch. That was about all I knew about it. It was all anyone knew about it. It was early mourning when all students and staff including Dumbledore gathered in the stands. The first noticeable thing, was how the pitch had changed from a field to a crumble of rocks and sharp points. Next was a large yellow tent near the end of the stadium. I could guess that's where the champions would be warming up.

I was sat next to Remus, Sirius, Peter and James in a row. I shivered with the breeze blowing in. Being the idiot I am I had only worn a sweater.

"Are you cold?" Remus asked warmly. I smiled.

"Yeah just a bit". I said obviously freezing. Remus took off his jacket wrapping it around my shoulders. "No Rem you'll be cold now". I protested.

"It's fine, really y/n". His voice was soothing. A smile broke onto my face as I hugged the jacket closer to me. I could smell the sweet smell of amber and chocolate.

A large roar burst through the air. The crowd immediately fell silent. I grabbed Remus' hand instinctively. 8 wizards seemed to be dragging a creature out from the large opening at the other end of the pitch. A dragon, I soon realized. It thrashed around in its chains as it was brought out into the middle of the rocky terrain. With another deafening roar it shot fire through the air and I could feel the heat of it from my place in the stands.

They chained the large beast to the ground. I could see from its emerald colour that it was a welsh green. Its eyes were a piercing yellow and it's teeth sharp as needles.

I could see everyone was in awe at the first task. Dumbledore stood by the tent at the other end of the pitch. He held his wand to his throat amplifying the sound of his voice.

"Welcome, welcome, to the first task. As you can see, these tasks are not for the faint of heart". He spoke before the dragon interrupted him with a bellowing roar and spurt of fire. "Each champion will attempt to retrieve a golden egg from their dragon. The champion who retrieves their egg the quickest, and cleverest, will receive the most points". The man explained to the eager crowd. "At the sound of the canon our first champion will-*BANG* The large canon boomed as the crowd cheered loudly. I watched as Dumbledore stepped down understandably as the anticipation began.

"This is bloody insane". James piped up.

"Aren't you glad you didn't make it?" I teased.

"Not in the slightest". He smirked back.

I shook my head turning my attention back to the first champion who had appeared at the opening of the rocky pitch. It was the beauxbatons champion Marie Lamoreaux. She looked weary and cautious as she approached the pitch. The dragon seemed unaware of her presence, for now.

I could see the golden egg in the middle of the pitch directly beside the dragon. It's she'll reflected the light soon making the beauxbatons champion aware of the egg.

She took of towards it, wand tightly in her grip. The crowd was tense and cheering. The dragon whipped its tail around barely missing the students in the stands as they ducked. The dragon faced her. It's eyes lit up with fire as it roared at her. She cast some odd curses I didn't recognize. One blinded the dragon giving her a straight away towards the egg. Marie barely touched the golden shell before I was falling again.

I felt like I was clawing at nothing as the world went dark. I snapped to a clear image quicker than the last times. I was still in the stands in the quidditch pitch. Only there was no champion. No dragon. A quidditch game.