A dark future

Dragons

Harry paced up and down the dormitory. He would be facing dragons very soon. He was in the triwizard tournament, hard to believe on its own. But he was. He was the second champion for hogwarts. But he didn't feel like he should be doing it. He had been selected. Somebody put his name in there. Who?

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Harry raced around with only his wand. He was the first up, and was facing the worst dragon ever. He felt burning hot, as though the dragon breathed on him. He spotted the dragon breathing fire. Harry got out his wand but suddenly, he was caught on fire. He burned down to smithereens. Only the ashes were left.

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Harry imagined this. He knew it was dangerous. He was going to die. And it probably would be this way. Harry abandoned his thoughts and went down.

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Harry chose a totally random dragon. He got a Hungarian Horntail. Ron had told him that these were the most dangerous dragons. Harry had read a book about the different beasts called Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them and he had read about this specific dragon species. He was scared. He knew he was going to die.

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Was Harry having memories or flashbacks of the... future? Was Harry seeing the future? He wished he could answer these questions, but no, he couldn't. Poor Harry. Suddenly he bumped into Cedric Diggory. 'Good luck Harry.' Cedric whispered. He had told Cedric what the first task was, both of them knew.

Harry made his way to the tent. He was the first one there. He sat down, tired. He got his wand out and practiced some spells. He felt sick after the first few so he stopped. When It came time to pick his dragon, he was about to pick randomly when he dropped down to the ground. He had fainted.

Ludo Bagman's head hovered over Harry. 'Hello? Mr Potter wake up! Please!' Cedric joined in, then Viktor, then Fleur. They were all worried sick about Harry. Did Harry know that the last one was the Hungarian Horntail? Did Harry faint because of that? The three champions and Ludo wanted answers. Ludo left the tent. He cast Sonorus to make his voice louder. 'Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, we are afraid to say that the task has been delayed. Harry Potter has fainted.' As soon as this was heard, many rushed to the tent to check on Harry. Ron knelt down next to him. 'What happened?' he asked.
'He was about to pick out his dragon from this here bag when he suddenly fell down.' Everyone was interested in this. Why had it happened?