"He's gonna die," I mumble to Hermione as she fills me in with the the first task being dragons and hows Harry is flipping out. We were sitting in Herbolgy trying to work with the Flutterby Bush. 

  "He won't die," Hermione whispers. Harry bursts into the room. Quickly apologizing to Professor Sprout then sitting between Hermione and I.

 "I need you two to help me," Harry whispers to us.

"What d'you think I've been trying to do, Harry?" she whispers back.

 "I need to learn how to do a Summoning Charm properly by tomorrow afternoon," Harry says. 

"Of course you do," I say.

*******

  Harry's dilemma lead to Hermione and I dragging him to an empty classrooms with spell books around him.  "Move this across the room," I say as I spread out stones, books, and quills.

 "Okay," He says. He attempts but to no avail always dropping them halfway.

 "Concentrate, Harry, concentrate... " Hermione says.

"What d'you think I'm trying to do?" Harry asks angrily.

"Don't get mad at us," I groan.

 "A great big dragon keeps popping up in my head for some reason..." He says.

"Okay, try again... " Hermione says. Nothing. He seriously couldn't do it. 

"Can we skip our class to keep practicing?" Harry asks.

"No!" Hermione says, "I can not miss Arithmancy!"

"I'll stay," I tell him, "doesn't matter to me."

"Y/n!" Hermione says.

"Never mind she's making me go to class," I say, "but I'll look through some summoning spells okay?"

"Yeah," Harry says.

*****

  It was almost 2 in the morning and Harry was still struggling with the stupid charm. And we had to flee to the Gryffindor Common room because Peeves is an asshole who had convinced himself we were throwing things at him and he started throwing chairs.  "Accio Quill," He groans. The quill moves slightly and falls.

"Accio quill," I say calling it to me then setting it back up where it was. He sighs then attempts it again and again. He started to get it. Finally it was moving closer.

"That's better, Harry, that's loads better, " Hermione says looking exhausted but very pleased.

"Well, now we know what to do next time I can't manage a spell, " Harry says, throwing a rune dictionary to Hermione. "threaten me with a dragon. Right... " 

"Yeah we'll get right on that next time," I say sarcastically.

"Accio Dictionary!" Harry says, The book lifted out of Hermione's hands and to Harry as he catches it.

 "Harry, I really think you've got it!" Hermione  says delightedly.

"Congrats," I mumble.

 "Just as long as it works tomorrow, " Harry says, "The Firebolt's going to be much farther away than the stuff in here, it's going to be in the castle, and I'm going to be out there on the grounds... "

"That doesn't matter, "Hermione says firmly. " Just as long as you're concentrating really, really hard on it, it'll come."

"Yeah," I say, "don't let anything distract you from it." He nods as Hermione looks at the time.

"We'd better get some sleep... You're going to need it Harry," She says. 

"Cloak please?" I ask. He tosses it to me and I wave. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight Y/n," Hermione says.

"Night," Harry says quickly. I pull the cloak over me and make my way to the Slytherin dorms. Finally being able to sleep.

*****

   Lessons had ended early since today was the day of the first task. And what most people thought was the last day of Harry Potter. I let go of Draco's hand as we people head out. "I'm going to wish Harry good luck," I mumble. He nods watching me as I walk to Harry and Hermione.

  "Hey Y/n," Harry mumbles. I hug him quickly and sigh.

 "Good luck Harry," I say, "and if you die on us I'll murder you." He smiles and nods. 

"Potter, the champions have to come down onto the grounds now... You have to get ready for your first task," McGonagall says to him as she approaches us.

""Okay, " Harry says.

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

"Yeah," Harry says in a voice that sounded nothing like his. I wave to him as McGonagall see's him off then I rush back to Draco. We walk to the arena and settle in a group of Slytherin's. 

"Bets! Place your bets!" George yells as he goes through the stands.

"Bets taken! Bets taken here! Step up, folks! Who fancies a flutter in today's bloodbath?" Fred yells. "Smart money's on Krum to survive! Any bets?"

"Merlins sake," I groan. A large Swedish Short Snout was brought out with struggle into the rocky arena.  "Wow."

"They're all gonna die," Crabbe mumbles.

"A dragons not going to stop most of them," Blasie says, "they were choosen for a reason."

"Yeah- death," Goyle says. I grip the railing tightly as the canon goes off. 

"Cedric Diggory!" Bagman yells over the stadium, "up against the Swedish Short Snout..." Cedric steps out into the arena with his dragon. The dragon swings to attack him but he doges. Then mumbles a spell turning rock into a dog for the dragon to chase.  "Oooh, narrow miss there, very narrow" He moves towards the golden egg and grabs it. "He'staking risks, this one!"

"Well," Draco says, "looks like he actually stands a chance."

"Don't speak too soon Draco," Blasie says. We all turn back to the dragon turning from the fake dog to Cedric. Who barely doges the fire the dragon spits at him.

"Clever move--pity it didn't work!" Bagman says, "Very good indeed!" The stands loudly cheer for him as he takes the egg . "And now the marks from the judges!....One down, three to go!" Bagman yells as the whistle blew again as the Short Snout gets switched with a lovely Welsh Green. "Miss Delacour, if you please!" Fleur walks out shaking as she approaches her roaring dragon. She attempts to lure the dragon to sleep but a quick move stops it. "Oh I'm not sure that was wise!" Bagman shouts gleefully.  She attempt it and the dragon slowly lulls to sleep. She moves closer to the sleeping dragon to get the egg."Oh... Nearly! Careful now..." but a loud snore of fire catches her skirt on fire. "Good lord, I thought she'd had it then!" 

"The veela's dead," Theodore says. She uses her wand to release water to extinguish the fire. She runs towards the nest and grabs the egg holding it up. Again clapping and cheering for her success. They switch the dragon out for a chiness fireball. "And here comes Mr. Krum!" Krum confidently steps out to the crowd and nods. Did that mean Harry had the Horntail? He's gonna die. He is going to die. Krum walks out calmly and moves towards the dragon. Sending a curse causing the dragon to quickly move around.

"What happened?" I ask.

"I assume Conjunctivitis Curse," Blasie says, "it blinds the dragon." I look closer to see the poor thing stumbling around as he runs to get the egg. 

"Very daring!" Bagman yells, the dragon shrieks loudly as it smashes half of her eggs in the confusion. 

"Dear lord," I mumble. Krum rushes towards the egg and quickly grabs it.

"That's some nerve he's showing--and--yes, he's got the egg!" Bagman yells. Krum leaves and they bring out the Hungarian Horn tail for Harry.

"He's gonna die," I mumble, "This is the end Of Harry James Potter."

"Harry Potter!" Bagman yells. Slowly Harry moves out to the arena. The large dragon in front of him. A feel my heart race as I move to grab Draco's hand clutching it tightly. The dragon swings its tail at him barely missing as Harry ducks out of the way. "Close one," Bagman says. It attacks him with fire in an attempt to stop him. He yells a spell and continues to doge. But nothing was happening until a object flies over us. His broom. 

"Go Harry!" I scream as he hops onto his broom and flies around the dragon. 

"Great Scott, he can fly!" Bagman yells, "Are you watching this, Mr. Krum?" Harry flies in a circle as the horntail smacks him with her tail knocking him down a bit. 

"Harry!" I scream after him. He flies up as the crowd screams and gasps. He flies back and forth baiting her. Again and again until she flies up at him while he dives down. Zipping to the nest then scooping up the golden egg.

"Look at that!" Bagman yells, "Will you look at that! Our youngest champion is quickest to get his egg! Well, this is going to shorten the odds on Mr. Potter!"

"Go Harry!" I scream. 

*******

I follow Hermione and Ron in the Infirmary tent. We run in and stop before Harry's bed.  "Harry, you were brilliant!" Hermione says squeakily, "You were amazing! You really were!"

"That was bloody amazing Harry!" I squeal. He was to busy looking at Ron to care.

 "Harry, " Ron says, very seriously, "whoever put your name in that goblet--I--I reckon they're trying todo you in!"

 "Caught on, have you?"  Harry says coldly. "Took you long enough." Hermione and I watch the boys carefully weary of anything happening.

"It's okay," Harry says, "Forget it. "

"No, " Ron says, "I shouldn't've--"

"Forget it, "Harry says. Ron grins nervously, and Harry grins back. Only to notice Hermione crying.

"Mione," I say in disappointment, "you're crying?"

 "There's nothing to cry about!" Harry says.

"You two are so stupid!" she shouts stomping. She pulls us all into a hug and I chuckle nervously.

"Barking mad, " Ron says, shaking his head. "Harry, c'mon, they'll be putting up your scores... "

"Man that was a show," I say to Harry, "I was clutching Draco's hand so hard I think I might have fractured it."

"You were the best, you know, no competition," Ron says, "Cedric did this weird thing where he Transfigured a rock on the ground... Turned it into a dog... He was trying to make the dragon go for the dog instead of him. Well, it was a pretty cool bit of Transfiguration, and it sort of worked, because he did get the egg, but he got burned as well--the dragon changed its mind halfway through and decided it would rather have him than the Labrador; he only just got away. And that Fleur girl tried this sort of charm, I think she was trying to put it into a trance--well, that kind of worked too, it went all sleepy, but then it snored, and this great jet of flame shot out, and her skirt caught fire--she put it out with a bit of water out of her wand. And Krum--you won't believe this, but he didn't even think of flying! He was probably the best after you, though. Hit it with some sort of spell right in the eye. Only thing is, it went trampling around in agony and squashed half the real eggs--they took marks off for that, he wasn't supposed to do any damage to them. "

"That poor Chinese Fireball was so distraught about the eggs too," I say softly, "stupid Krum."

"It's marks out of ten from each one, " Ron explains, Madame Maxime--raise her wand in the air. Scoring him an eight. "Not bad!"

"Rubbish," I scoff.

"I suppose she took marks off for your shoulder..." Ron says. Mr. Crouch then shoots a nine in the air. "Looking good!" Next, Dumbledorealso puts up a nine. The crowd was cheering harder than ever as Ludo Bagman gives him a- ten?

"Ten?" Harry says in disbelief. "But... I got hurt... What's he playing at?"

"Harry, don't complain!" Ron yells excitedly. Finally Karkaroff raises his wand. He pauses for a moment, and then a number shot out a four. "What? Four? You lousy, biased scum-bag, you gave Krum ten!"

"He deserves higher than a four you ass!" I scream.

"You're tied in first place, Harry! You and Krum!"  Charlie says hurrying towards us, "Listen, I've got to run, I've got to go and send Mum an owl, I swore I'dtell her what happened--but that was unbelievable! Oh yeah- and they told me to tell you you've got to hang around for a few more minutes... Bagman wants a word, back in the champions' tent. "

"I'll wait for you," Ron says.

"I'll see you back at the castle Harry," I say, "but congrats!"

"Thanks," He mumbles. I wave to the three of them then set off to regroup with Draco and his gang.