I will always find you

GOF 11

On the day of the first task Professor McGonagall was hurrying over to Harry in the Great Hall. Lots of people were watching.  

"Potter, the champions have to come down onto the grounds now... You have to get ready for your first task."

"Okay," Harry said, standing up, his fork falling onto his plate with a clatter.

"Good luck, Harry," Hermione whispered. "You'll be fine!"

"Good luck Harry" Ella said giving him a quick hug which he gratefully returned.

"Yeah," Harry said in a voice that was most unlike his own. He left the Great Hall with Professor McGonagall just as Fred and George walked over and sat either side of Ella.

"Hello Darling" Fred said kissing her on the cheek" 

"Hey Freddie"

"You're sitting with us during the task" George told her as she nodded at him before going back to her food. After eating Ella and Hermione headed down to the first task with Fred and George, Fred's hand was linked with Ella's as he pulled her closer to his side. They found seats and Fred pulled Ella into his side, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist as she leaned into him more. It wasn't long before they heard a whistle being blown. They crowd cheered as Cedric entered the enclosure and was now face-to face with the first dragon. The crowd screamed, yelled and gasped like a single many-headed entity. Cedric had gotten past his dragon and captured the golden egg. He had used a spell to change a rock into a dog to distract the dragon.

"Very good indeed!" Bagman was shouting. "One down, three to go!" Bagman yelled as the whistle blew again. "Miss Delacour, if you please!" Fleur left the tent with her head held high and her hand clutching her wand. Fleur enchanted the dragon to sleep, but while retrieving the golden egg, the dragon snored and let out a jet of flame that set her skirt alight. She extinguished the flames, and retrieved her egg.

"And here comes Mr. Krum!" cried Bagman, and Krum slouched out. He used the Conjunctivitis Curse to blind the dragon and retrieve his egg. However the dragon stumbled around and smashed half of the real eggs. Then it was Harry's, he walked out through a gap in the enclosure fence. He raised his wand.

"Accio Firebolt!" he shouted. And then it appeared, speeding through the air behind him and stopping dead in mid air beside him, waiting for him to mount. He swung his leg over the broom and kicked off from the ground. He soared upward. The clutch of eggs including the gold one, gleaming against its cement coloured fellows, resided safely between the dragon's front legs. He dived. The Horntail's head followed him as he pulled out of the dive just in time, a jet of fire had been released exactly where he would have been had he not swerved away. 

"Great Scott, he can fly!" yelled Bagman as the crowd shrieked and gasped. "Are you watching this, Mr. Krum?" Harry soared higher in a circle, the Horntail was still following his progress its head revolving on its long neck. Harry plummeted just as the Horntail opened its mouth, but this time he was less lucky he missed the flames, but the tail came whipping up to meet him instead, and as he swerved to the left, one of the long spikes grazed his shoulder, ripping his robes. There was screaming and groans from the crowd. Now he zoomed around the back of the Horntail. The Horntail didn't seem to want to take off, she was too protective of her eggs. Though she writhed and twisted, furling and unfurling her wings and keeping those fearsome yellow eyes on Harry, she was afraid to move too far from them but he had to persuade her to do it, or he'd never get near them. He began to fly, first this way, then the other, not near enough to make her breathe fire to stave him off, but still posing a sufficient threat to ensure she kept her eyes on him. Her head swayed this way and that, watching him out of those vertical pupils, her fangs bared. He flew higher. The Horntail's head rose with him, her neck now stretched to its fullest extent, still swaying, hike a snake before its charmer. Harry rose a few more feet, and she let out a roar of exasperation. He was like a fly to her, a fly she was longing to swat; her tail thrashed again, but he was too high to reach now. She shot fire into the air, which he dodged. Her jaws opened wide. And then she reared, spreading her great, black, leathery wings at last, as wide as those of a small airplane and Harry dived. Before the dragon knew what he had done, or where he had disappeared to, he was speeding toward the ground as fast as he could go, toward the eggs now unprotected by her clawed front legs he had taken his hands off his Firebolt he had seized the golden egg. And with a huge spurt of speed, he was off, he was soaring out over the stands, the heavy egg safely under his uninjured arm. The crowd, which was screaming and applauding as loudly as the Irish supporters at the World Cup -