And then it was gone

“Harry! ” Hermione exclaimed excitedly. “You could use the vanishing charm! Maybe you could vanish its claws or its teeth. ” she mused.
Harry frowned. “Why can’t I just vanish the dragon itself? ” he asked bemusedly. “Because that would be cruel! ” Hermione explained, after a pause for thinking. Harry gave a wicked smile at that, knowing his morals were far different from Hermione’s, and if that was the best criticism she could give it was a brilliant plan. He imagined the crowd, gathered to watch the Triwizard Tournament, cheering as he waltzed past the newly nonexistent dragon, nothing to stop him.

Harry felt his body lock up as he came face to face with one of the deadliest, largest and most vicious animals in existence, a Hungarian Horntail. Huge silver spikes rose threateningly from its body and tail, adding an entirely unnecessary new level of lethality to an already lethal beast. Its hate-filled eyes watched his, its body tensed ready to pounce. He fumbled for his wand, finally pulling it out. “Vaneshio dragon” he muttered, prepared to attempt something else if it failed. Pop! Within a second, the dragon was gone. Not pausing to question his luck, he continued through the space where the dragon had been, snatching the glittering egg. The judges looked at him in sheer amazement. “Mr Potter, did you just vanish a dragon? ” Dumbledore asked, shock clear in his voice. “Yup” Harry responded.

Harry stood off to one side, watching four tens and an eight rise from the judges wands. Karkoff was the only one to give an eight, unable to give any lower without his bias being called out. With a slight smirk, Harry strode away, not only surviving the first task but winning it.

500 miles away in Romania, Charlie Weasley stared in amazement where Norberta, his prized dragon, had been. She had vanished with a pop!

Sat in the Daily Prophet newsroom, Rita Skeeter cackled to herself as her fingers flew across the keys, documenting that silly organs mishap. The article was forming before her eyes, one filled with witty jokes about Potter, clever puns about his stupidity and stunningly convincing sadness about the loss of those nasty scaly lizards, dragons.

“You will need to put 7 dragon scales into your potion after brewing, to ensure its longevity. You may struggle with finding dragon scales after your very own Potter’s destruction of all dragons, but I believe most magical scientists are working on synthesising dragon products.” Snape stated to the class, his insult to Harry barely disguised in the guise of teaching. Harry’s eyes narrowed to slits. This was the hundredth time in a two hour lesson that Snape had made fun of his slight mishap. It wasn’t his fault that his charm hadn’t just vanished the obvious target, but also the thousands of other dragons in the world. He blamed Hermione for not telling him.

“That’s it! ” Harry roared, surging out of his chair. He pulled his wand, and before Snape could respond, he flicked it, casting a silent charm at Snape in his anger. With a pop, Snape vanished, his final look one of anger. Fitting, Harry thought. He strode out of the classroom, his hatred for that greasy-haired, hook-nosed, hate-riddled git emanating from every part of him. His class remained behind him, even Ron and Hermione frozen solid at the sight that had occurred in front of them. On his way out, Mrs Norris hissed at him, knowing students were not supposed to be out of classes now. He hissed right back, seemingly more animal than human at that moment. He strode away, before pausing, and almost as an afterthought vanishing her too.

“Harry, why would you do such a thing?”Dumbledore asked, his annoyance and confusion at Harry clear. “Because I could. ” Harry answered bluntly. “But you can’t! ” Dumbledore answered, exasperated. “Section B of the 18th clause of the treaty on the use of magic clearly states that vanishing someone is considered murder. ” He continued, having read up on the topic in a desperate bid to find some legal loophole that would prevent him losing his best weapon against Tom Riddle. Harry merely raised his wand, casually saying the incantation of the vanishing charm. He then grinned at Dumbledore, who became aware of the newly developed cunning of Harry Potter through the worst way possible.