Present Mixed in the Past

Chapter 47| The First Trial

The Wizarding World seemed to be in an uproar at hearing that Harry Potter, the youngest Lord there has been in several decades, being forced to participate in the deadly tournament! Of course, there was nothing any could do now that he had accepted, but that didn't matter.

Everyone seemed more concerned with him. The pins that were mocking him weren't there this time. A few wished him luck to at least survive. He didn't need that. He had a guess of which they were going to do now. He just had to help the other players live. They were good people.

Like before, Hagrid showed Harry the dragons, and he knew which types. So, he spoke with the three. Fleur and Krum were hesitant on believing him, but Cedric was more than eager to heed his advice.

"I've known him for years, he wouldn't lie. Not about this. Besides, he just wants us all to have an equal advantage."

His Hufflepuff words worked well into getting the other two to practicing their magic. Harry didn't necessarily need to, but he loved playing with it. Watching as plants grew around him and moved with his command, even looking at everyone's unique Life signature! Oh, that was his favorite part, seeing so much life and power from the three of them.

Then the trial came. Each got their tiny dragons, hissing and cursing dragons. The old soul had to take a moment to get over his shock of this. He then smiled serenely, cooing at the tiny creature.

The victors were called one by one, scores being shouted out till it was Harry's turn. He easily walked out, giving a polite bow to the people.

Everyone but the Council held their breath as he moved toward the angered dragon. Yet, she when she opened her mouth to spew fire onto the young-looking wizard, he spoke using harsh sounding words. Similar to Parseltongue, but not quite... Like it was a different dialect.

The dragon lowered her head to the nest, huffed and allowed the boy to grab the false egg and hurry off. He had the best time, but seeing as Parseltongue was considered "Dark Magic", he had points taken.

Everyone of Hogwarts cheered for their two champions, smiles on their faces. No one against Harry Potter, only wishing him luck. It sickened Dumbledore.

After that trial he destroyed his office.

"He can speak to dragons! Dragons!" He raved to the lonely room.

The few Slytherin Headmasters laughed and laughed, greatly enjoying what they were hearing about their new favorite student. He was a marvel!

The greyed fool scowled at the paintings. With a swish of his wand and a deep breath, all of his rage was gone from the surface of course. Underneath he was boiling and twisting with it. He needed to figure a way for him to control that naive boy!

Suddenly, he grinned, looking pleased with himself. There was still that second trial. That could work, could help him plant the seeds of doubt and pain in the dear boy.

The paintings looked onto him, stewing in curiosity. Yes, they should be more worried for the young wizard, but if he was as great as they're hearing, he'd win. It was the how that was fascinating these old painted bones. Especially seeing how riled it got the idiot Headmaster.

With a pip in his step, the Headmaster went down to enjoy dinner with the rest of the staff, gleaming happily about. Not that the other fools would notice how sinister it truly looked.

Hey, so I'm starting a new term at College. The classes so far seem nice, but I just wanted to give a heads up that school comes first and I have some schooling now. I hope you all enjoy the chapter!

                                              ~SR