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Bipolar dragons

Y/n got up on Sunday morning and dressed so inattentively that it was a while before she realised it she was trying to pull her hat onto her foot instead of her sock. When she'd finally got all her clothes on the right parts of her body, she hurried off to find Hermione, locating her at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, where she was eating breakfast with Ginny. Feeling too queasy to eat, Harry  waited while y/n stuffed her face. Nerves would never conquer her appetite. There, they told her all about the dragons while they took another long walk around the lake.

They walked three times around the lake, trying all the way to think of a simple spell that would subdue a dragon. Nothing whatsoever occurred to them, so they retired to the library instead. Here, Y/n pulled down every book she could find on dragons, and the three of them set to work searching through the large pile.

"Talon-clipping by charms. .. treating scale-rot. . .' This is no good, this is for nutters like Hagrid who want to keep them healthy. ..

"Dragons are extremely difficult to slay, owing to the ancient magic that imbues their thick hides, which none but the most powerful spells can penetrate. . .' But Sirius said a simple one would do it.. .

"Let's try some simple spellbooks, then,"

said Harry, throwing aside Men Who Love Dragons Too Much.

He returned to the table with a pile of spellbooks, set them down, and began to flick through each in turn, Hermione whispering nonstop at his elbow.

"Well, there are Switching Spells. . . but what's the point of Switching it? Unless you swapped its fangs for wine-gums or something that would make it less dangerous.. . . The trouble is, like that book said, not much is going to get through a dragon's hide. . . . I'd say Transfigure it, but something that big, you really haven't got a hope, I doubt even Professor McGonagall. . . unless you're supposed to put the spell on yourself? Maybe to give yourself extra powers? But they're not simple spells, I mean, we haven't done any of those in class, I only know about them because I've been doing O.W.L. practice papers. . . ."

"Oh no, he's back again, why can't he read on his stupid ship?"

said Hermione irritably as Viktor Krum slouched in, cast a surly look over y/n, and settled himself in a distant corner with a pile of books.

"Come on, we'll go back to the common room. . . his fan club'll be here in a moment, twittering away... ."

And sure enough, as they left the library, a gang of girls tiptoed past them, one of them wearing a Bulgaria scarf tied around her waist.

Y/n barely slept that night. When she awoke on Monday morning, she seriously considered for the first time ever just running away from Her school. But as she looked around the Great Hall at breakfast time, and thought about what leaving the castle would mean, she knew she couldn't do it. It was the only place she had ever been happy. . . well, she supposed she must have been happy with her parents too, but they were never around. Ilvemorny has also been her 'home' but all the students had been far too cold and competitive.
She finished her bacon with ease, and as she, Harry and Hermione got up, she saw Cedric Diggory leaving the Hufflepuff table.

Cedric still didn't know about the dragons. . . the only champion who didn't, Maxime and Karkaroff would have told Fleur and Krum....

"Hermione, We'll see you in the greenhouses," Harry said, coming to his decision as he watched Cedric leaving the Hall. He dragged y/n out towards the hufflepuff.
By the time they reached the bottom of the marble staircase, Cedric was at the top. He was with a load of sixth-year friends. They followed Cedric at a distance and saw that he was heading toward the Charms corridor. This gave y/n an idea. Pausing at a distance from them, she pulled out her wand, and took careful aim.