" Please, my friend, allow me to take that false egg far away from here so that you can protect your young. " The dragon stopped growling at Harry's request and seemed to look closely at him, as if trying to judge his reliability. After a few moments the dragon turned back to the pile of eggs and using her long, forked tongue grabbed the golden egg and put it in her mouth. 'Uh oh…' Harry thought 'I wonder if I will lose points because my dragon ate my egg.' Harry was considering what to do next when the dragon lowered her head to the ground so that she could stare directly at Harry. He had thought the horntail was big before, but he realized that he had vastly underestimated her size. The dragons head was almost twice as tall as he was. Her mouth, which was close enough to him that Harry could feel her hot breath on him, was filled with teeth the size of his legs. With one small snort of flame, Harry knew, he would be dead. But he remained standing still and looking confident, fully aware that any mistake now could be fatal. Slowly the dragon began to open her mouth as the screams in the audience grew louder. Even some of the professors could be heard yelling for the dragon handlers to come to Harry's rescue.
Suddenly the dragon's dark tongue was forced out of her mouth. And to the shock of those brave souls still watching, it was wrapped around Harry's golden egg. The Horntail gently placed the egg on the ground in front of Harry and unwrapped her tongue from around it. " Thank you. " Harry hissed sincerely. Nobody, not even Harry, was expecting the dragon's response. Her tongue, which had never made it back to her mouth, whipped out and gave Harry a full body lick starting at his ankles and ending at the top of his head. His black hair, which was always a mess anyway, was now covered in dragon spit and pointing in every direction imaginable. Harry, who had retained full control of himself until that moment, completely lost that control. He started laughing, not just giggles but huge laughs that made him double over and tears come to his eyes. When he finally managed to stop he looked up at the dragon who he would swear from that day forward had a smile on her face. With that he picked up his egg, waved good-bye to the dragon, and started walking back to the tent. On his way he looked up to the section where the Slytherins were sitting, hoping to be able to find Daphne, and was surprised at how easy it was to spot her. Apparently a large chunk of the Slytherin student population had decided to leave when Harry started talking to the dragon. He smiled and briefly gave thumbs up, resolving to find her later and thank her for her brilliant idea.
The crowd was completely silent and remained that way for several minutes, except for two Gryffindors who were clapping and cheering as loud as they could. When the judges eventually got around to scoring Harry's performance they quickly awarded him first place.
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An hour later Harry, still clutching his golden egg, walked up to the painting of the Fat Lady guarding the Gryffindor dorms. He briefly wondered what he would find inside before saying the password and walking in. Most of Gryffindor was in the common room, talking animatedly about the day's events. When Harry came in most heads turned to look at him with the most common expressions being of awe, confusion, or worry.
"Great job, Harry!" he heard Neville call out and start clapping. Others slowly joined in, but reluctantly and not nearly as enthusiastic. Harry briefly noticed that Ron wasn't clapping, only standing by Ginny and looking at him with a look of suspicion. Fred and George Weasley, who didn't seem to care whether Harry had put his name in the Goblet of Fire or not, quickly rushed over to him and fell on their knees with their heads to the ground.
"All hail Dark Lord Potter!" they shouted, snickering at the gasps their outburst provoked. Harry simply laughed; knowing that they at least had the humor to make fun of what he guessed had been said about him.
"Rise, minions." Harry commanded. "Now, go prank the masses!" Still laughing, he walked over to where Neville and Hermione were standing.
"You probably shouldn't have done that, Harry." Hermione said, "It will probably end up in the Daily Prophet tomorrow." Harry could not tell whether she was being serious or not, but he had long stopped caring what was printed about him in the tabloids.'
"So what's the egg do, Harry?" Neville asked.
"I'm not sure, think I should open it?" They both nodded, and several curious people who were nearby turned their attention to Harry.
"Here goes nothing…" he said as he opened the egg. Immediately a loud shrieking noise filled the room, prompting groans and calls to "shut it up!" Once he had closed the egg the noise stopped, leaving Harry to wonder what the clue was.
"I think I will worry about this tomorrow. And maybe outside, with ear muffs on." Harry stated. "You guys have fun celebrating my victory, I've got to go get a shower. I'm still covered in dragon spit and am pretty sure I smell awful." No one chose to argue with Harry's statement. Once he had left, the talk turned back to him as people tried to figure out what it meant that Harry could command dragons.
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