Y/N's POV

When I got back to the Common Room, I looked back and saw Harry waiting eagerly for someone by the fireplace. I knew he was going to talk to Sirius so I merely just ignored him and made my way up to the dorm. I wanted to speak to Sirius but I'm sure Harry was his priority right now and I was sure my parents would of informed him.

The next morning, I went to tell Hermione about the first task, but it seemed like she was already informed by Harry. I went to tell Ron and told him but since his older brother Charlie was in charge of them, he already knew. I asked him why he didn't tell me and he told me that he had promised Charlie not to reveal anything since the champions weren't meant to know but I had a strong feeling that Madam Maxine would've told Fleur and Krum would've found out somehow.

It wasn't long until the first task and I was planning how I was going to get past the Dragon. Hermione had been dividing her time between me and Harry so I decided to figure out a strategy by myself. I was stuck with no ideas when suddenly, it hit me. I was going to play to my strengths, I was going to fly. Sure we weren't allowed anything but our wands with us but I knew there was a spell to summon stuff. I spent the next few hours practicing and went to sleep that night, not as nervous as before.

The day of the first task, the atmosphere in the school was one of great tension and excitement.

"L/N, the champions have to come down onto the grounds now...you have to get ready for your first task." said McGonagall

"Okay," I said, standing up, and following McGonagall

"Good luck, Y/N," Hermione whispered, "you'll be fine!"

"Yeah," I said, with as much confidence as I could muster.

I left the Great Hall with Professor McGonagall. She didn't seem herself either; in fact, she looked nearly as anxious as Hermione. As she walked me down the stone steps and out into the cold November afternoon, she put her hand on my shoulder.

"Now, don't panic," she said, "just keep a cool head. We've got wizards standing by to control the situation if it gets out of hand. The main thing is just to do your best, and nobody will think any the worse of you. Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

She was leading me toward the place where the Dragons were, around the edge of the forest, but when we approached the clump of trees behind which the enclosure would be clearly visible, I saw that a tent was here, its entrance facing us, screening the Dragons from view.

"You're to go in here with the other champions," said Professor McGonagall, in a rather shaky sort of voice, "and wait for your turn. Good luck."

"Thanks."

Fleur was sitting in a corner on wooden stool. She didn't look nearly as composed as usual, but rather pale and clammy. Viktor Krum looked even surlier than usual, which I supposed was his way of showing nerves and Harry was pacing up and down. When I entered, Harry gave me a small smile, almost forgetting the argument we had, I smiled back.

"Well, now we're all here - time to fill you in!" said Bagman brightly. "When the audience has assembled, I'm going to be offering each of you this bag and your task is to collect the golden egg! Ladies first," he said, offering it to Fleur.

She put a shaking hand inside the bag and drew out a tiny, perfect model of a dragon - a Welsh Green. It had the number two around its neck.

Then Krum pulled out the Chinese Fireball. It had a number three around its neck. He didn't even blink, just sat back down and stared at the ground.

Harry put his hand into the bag, and out came the blueish-gray Swedish Short-Snout, the number one tied around its neck. Knowing what was left, I put my hand into the silk bag and pulled out the Hungarian Horntail, and the number four.

"Well, there you are!" said Bagman. "You have each pulled out the Dragon you will face, and the numbers refer to the order in which you are to take on the Dragons, do you see? Now, I'm going to have to leave you in a moment, because I'm commentating. Mr Potter, you're first, just go out into the enclosure when you hear a whistle, all right?"

Minutes after Harry had left the tent, we heard the roar of the crowd, which meant he had entered the enclosure.

It was worse than I could ever have imagined, sitting there and listening. The crowd screamed...yelled...gasped like a single many-headed entity, as Harry did whatever he was doing to get past the Swedish Short-Snout.

And then, after about fifteen minutes, I heard the deafening roar that could mean only one thing: Harry had gotten past his dragon and captured the golden egg.

"One down, three to go!" Bagman yelled as the whistle blew again. "Miss Delacour, if you please!"

Ten minutes later, I heard the crowd erupt into applause once more. Fleur must have been successful too. Then it was Krum's turn.

Applause shattered the wintery air like breaking glass; Krum had finished - it would be my turn any moment.

I stood up. I waited. And then I heard the whistle blow. I walked out through the entrance of the tent and now I was walking past the trees, through a gap in the enclosure fence.

There were hundreds and hundreds of faces staring down at me from stands that had been magicked there since I had last stood on this spot. And there was the Horntail, at the other end of the enclosure, crouched low over her clutch of eggs, her wings half-furled, her evil, yellow eyes upon me.

I took a deep breath and raised my wand.

"Accio Firebolt!" I shouted.

I waited, then I heard it, speeding through the air behind me; I turned and saw my Firebolt soaring into the enclosure, and stopping dead in midair beside me, waiting for me to mount. The crowd was making even more noise. Bagman was shouting something, but my ears were not working properly anymore, listening wasn't important.

I swung my leg over the broom and kicked off from the ground and a second later, something miraculous happened...

As I soared upward, as the wind rushed through my hair, I realised that I had left not only the ground behind, but also my previous fear. I was back where I belonged.

This was just another Quidditch match and that Horntail was just another ugly opposing team.

I looked down at the clutch of eggs and spotted the gold one and dived. The Horntail's head followed me; I knew what it was going to do and pulled out of the dive just in time; a jet of fire had been released exactly where I would have been had I not swerved away. It was just like dodging a bludger.

"Great Scott, he can fly!" yelled Bagman as the crowd shrieked and gasped. "Are you watching this, Mr Krum?"

I plummeted just as the Horntail opened its mouth, but this time I was less lucky, I missed the flames, but the tail came whipping up to meet me instead, and as I swerved to the left, one of the long spikes grazed my shoulder.

I could feel it stinging, I could hear screaming and groans from the crowd, but the cut didn't seem to be deep. Now I zoomed around the back of the Horntail, and a possibility occurred to me.

The Horntail didn't seem to want to take off, she was too protective of her eggs but I had to persuade her to do it, or I would never get near them.

I began to fly, first this way, then the other, and then she reared, spreading her great, black, leathery wings at last, as wide as those of a small airplane - and I dived. Before the Dragon knew what I had done, or where I had disappeared to, I was speeding toward the ground as fast as I could go, toward the eggs now unprotected by her clawed front legs, I took my hand off my broom and reached out for the golden egg.

With a huge spurt of speed, I was off, I was soaring out over the stands, the heavy egg safely under my uninjured arm, and it was as though somebody had just turned the volume back up - for the first time, I became properly aware of the noise of the crowd, which was screaming and applauding as loudly as the Irish supporters at the World Cup. Just at that moment, I felt like I achieved my dream and had just won the World Cup.

"Look at that!" Bagman was yelling. "Will you look at that! One of our youngest champions is quickest to get his egg! Well, this is going to shorten the odds on Mr L/N!"

I saw the dragon keepers rushing forward to subdue the Horntail. I had got through the first task, I had survived.