Book Three: The Heir and The Champions

IXX - The Chariot (Finale)

Harry Potter, The Maw of the Beast

It wasn't a Quetzal, far, far from a Quetzal, whatever this dragon was, it looked like it climbed out of the pit of shadow and molten gold. It moved with a predator's grace as it stalked across the arena, Harry could still feel its roar in his bones, the Dragon's mouth opened and its hiss filled the arena.

"Come here, Little Half-Blood, and let's make this quick," the Dragon snarls at Harry, "I was told you would be a rare feast, a Magician, I look forward to seeing how that has flavored you,"and then the Dragon moved, it was fast, much faster than it seemed as it dashes across the field to take a bite out of Harry, and seeing that it's bite could very well split him in half, Harry decided to run. As the clawed hand came down to try to smash or grab him, Harry bolted across the arena in a flash, not daring to look behind him, he could feel the rumble of the earth as the dragon slammed down its hand, the body and wings of the dragon scraping against the ward as it stopped its charge to turn and look for him, Harry could feel the beating of his own heart as he skidded to a stop on the other side to turn back to the dragon, to keep his eyes on his foe.

"Quick little Half-Blood, how annoying," it hisses at Harry as it turns its head to look at him, those molten golden eyes looking at Harry, hungry for his flesh. As the Great Dragon charges again, Harry grips his wand and lashes out with the Ballast Bolt spell, twisting the earth and stone around him into a recreation of Scáthach's spear, and sending four of them flying at the Dragon. The spears shatter against its scales as if they were made from glass, Harry swishes and flicks his wand, muttering a spell under his breath before he has to start to move again to avoid the claws of the dragon as it digs a trench into the earth right where he was standing a moment. Harry dives and rolls out of the way of the rubble that is thrown at him by the Dragon.

"A neat trick, Half-Blood, but unfortunately for you, only one thing can pierce my scales and it won't be whatever pathetic mortal magic you can conjure," The dragon says as it turns to face Harry, its tail grinding against the wards that sealed the arena, sending sparks and molten gold falling to the ground, "Now, accept the inevitable, and give up, I promise to make it quick," it says with a rumbling laugh as it takes its time approaching Harry.

Harry looks wildly around trying to find out why no one was doing anything, all the spectators were still in their seats, and none of the judges have moved to stop the task, not even Zoë even though Harry could see the concern on her face.

"What hell are they doing!?" Harry thought before having to move once again as the dragon charged, Harry transfigured wall after wall, trying to slow the Dragon down, but the beast had just destroyed each wall as it charged through them Heedlessly, "This thing isn't a Quetzal! Why haven't they stopped this?! Are they even watching the same thing!?" Harry thinks to himself before a cry of "Capio Ferrum Funes" as thick wires made of iron burst from the ground, wrapping around the Dragons legs and tying themselves into tangles, before Harry twists his wand with the word "Sentis!" and from the iron cords springs thorns that would normally dig in and rend flesh, but all they do is send sparks flying off the scales of the dragon, but the iron cords do what they were meant to, slow the dragon down to the point where it had to stop and slash through the cords anchoring it to the ground, giving Harry enough time to repeat the spell he had used on the broke spears of stone on the walls.

After the dragon frees himself from the cords it charges again with the grace of a lion, "This is becoming tedious, Half-Blood! Just die already!" it screams at Harry before diving for him; But this time, Harry was ready.