Harry was pacing back and forth in front of sensei.

"Dragons! Bloody Dragons in the first task? Are they insane? Do they really want us to die that much?" He ranted.

"Don't be an idiot, kid. I really doubt that they'd let you fight the Dragons. It's too much for kids your age to go after them. Why, I think it's too much for any wizard to fight one on one with them." Sensei said calmly, "They probably only want you to circumvent the Dragon for this task."

"But still, sensei. What if I get burnt?" Harry asked in a worried tone.

Sensei, who had been closing his eyes in meditation, opened them.

"While the Dragon breath does have intense yang chakra in it, don't tell me, oh disciple of mine, that you won't even be able to avoid such a pathetic jet of fire?"

Harry stopped in his tracks. His sensei's confidence in him was heart-warming… but

"Surely I can't run around like a ninja in there though, sensei," Harry lamented.

"Then, just use your sword."

"Kusanagi?" Harry said and the sword appeared on his hands.

"That sword has the aura of Yamata-no-Orochi. Every serpentine creature instinctively fears it. Believe me, the dragon will curl up in despair once you take that sword out," Sensei said.

Well, that was certainly helpful… but

"I can't flaunt this sword either!" Harry said in exasperation.

Sensei sighed, "You also have your cloak. That cloak masks your existence, including your smell. Dragons rely mostly in their sense of smell. Once you successfully hide yourself under it, they won't be able to find you. Besides, that cloak is a magical item, is it not? So just go ahead and use it."

"Ughhh… you're not being any helpful sensei," Harry complained, "Remember that time when that crazy professor tried to kill me because of the cloak? What if others do the same? After all, normal invisibility cloaks are not this effective, I've asked around."

"So let me get this straight," Sensei now said in a tired voice, "You won't use ninjutsu and taijutsu. You won't use Kusanagi and you won't even use the one magical item that can help you… just how do you want to win against that dragon then?"

Harry looked at his sensei as if saying isn't that what I am asking in the first place?

"Isn't there something simpler? Some spell that might help?" Harry asked.

"I am so glad you asked, kid," Sensei said in a cheery voice, "I have just the spell for you to use against it."

"Really?" Harry perked up.

"No!" Sensei exclaimed, "Just who do you think I am? A wizard? Ask me about Ninjutsu, Taijutsu, Genjutsu or even Senjutsu but this magic thing is not my cup of tea."

Harry deflated.

"Although… there might just be a solution," Sensei thought aloud.

He then asked Harry, "Tell me kid, is there any spell that blocks your sense of smell?"

Harry wondered for a moment, "There is a thing called Bubble-Head charm. It kind of creates a bubble around your head and protects you from all kind of external things including water, smoke and any foreign smell… why though sensei?"

"Oh… you know, some things do not smell so good," Sensei replied schemingly.

The day of the first task arrived. A very sleepless Harry walked towards the tent of the champions, carrying four sacks of god knew what, courtesy of his late night excursion in the Forbidden Forest.

"Ughh… that smells, just the hell is that thing Harry?" The first one to notice it was Cedric Diggory.

"These thing?" Harry pointed at the sacks, "Oh don't mind them, they're nothing special. Just some good luck charms."

"Your good luck charms smell funny," Viktor Krum chimed in.

"Hey, if it smells funny but works it is not funny," Harry replied sagely.

"Big words… for a little boy," Fleur, who was pacing around nervously before, scoffed at him.

"We'll see at the end now, won't we… blondie?," Harry retorted.

Fleur thought about whether or not it was a good idea to hex that boy, even if he were a champion, but let it go at the end. It was not a good idea to get oneself worked up just minutes before facing a dragon.

Crouch and Bagman then arrived and then began the explanation of the first task. It was to go past the dragon and to retrieve an egg. Harry was thankful that it indeed was not to defeat the dragon.

First to go was Viktor Krum. He went outside to the cheers and applause of the entire stadium, the three remaining champions could hear nothing except the occasional Ooohs and Aahhs of the people. That only served to heighten the tension amongst them.

The second to go was none other than Harry Potter himself.

Fleur could hear some booing in the crowd and felt a bit irritated. No matter how snobbish the boy might have been, no one deserved to face a fire breathing monstrosity amidst the booing of a crowd.

As soon as the round had started, one of the four bags that Harry had brought whizzed out of the tent… presumably towards the stadium. Both Cedric and Fleur looked at the flying bag with a touch of curiosity. Almost all of them had known about the Dragon, there was no doubt about it. So Fleur figured that there must be some sort of ingredient inside that would be helpful in dealing with it.

"Next up is Cedric Diggory!"

The announcement came and stunned the two of them.

"So soon!?" Cedric said in alarm.

It couldn't have been more than five minutes since Harry had left the tent and now they were calling Cedric already? Did he perhaps die? Fleur thought. Or perhaps he already went past the dragons and won? That line of thinking was even more despairing. Krum had taken more than thirty minutes and he was one of the most accomplished wizard of Durmstrang.

Regardless, Cedric walked out and left Fleur the only champion in the tent.

"Psshh…" somebody called out from one corner of the tent.

Fleur moved towards the edge and saw Sakura.

"Sakura! How did you get inside?" Fleur said in a hushed voice. Nobody was allowed inside the tent after the beginning of the event.

"That does not matter," Sakura replied.

Sakura had her own ways, Fleur knew that very well. So, she did not push it further.

"I am here to tell you what the scene outside is like," Sakura said and relayed about how the field looked like and where the Dragon was situated.

"So the dragon is chained," Fleur breathed in relief.

"Yes, the egg is place near the dragon, in this direction," Sakura pointed in the parchment.

Fleur was immensely thankful for the information. It was always a good thing to enter a battlefield while knowing its layout. She could immediately see one or two spots that would make a good hiding place when she started her spell of Hypnos.

"What happened with Potter?" Fleur suddenly remembered and asked, "He only took five minutes. Was he severely burnt or something?"

"No," Sakura said, "He retrieved his eggs."

"In five minutes!? How?" Fleur asked in alarm.

"I don't know, he summoned some bag. Once it was in his hands, he opened it and then smeared whatever was inside over his whole body. Afterwards, he just walked to the egg like the Dragon wasn't even there, picked it up, and ran like crazy. The Dragon didn't notice anything until the egg was halfway down. It breathed fire but he was already out of the range."

That peaked Fleur's curiosity. Just what was inside the bag?

She would've opened them up and seen for herself if they hadn't announced her name already.

"It's my turn. Go now, Sakura," Fleur said but Sakura had already disappeared.

All thoughts about Potter and his methods were now out of her mind. Fleur had a dragon to defeat.

She walked outside the tent to find the stadium exactly as Sakura had described. Her dragon, the Welsh Green was chained at one end of it and the egg was lying nearby. The entire stadium was cheering her on, specially the students from Beauxbatons.

Fleur moved ahead carefully. She had to get in range for her spell to work and yet not too close either.

She found the right spot, took cover and started her spell.

This was an ancient Greek spell that would enchant the Dragon and force it to sleep. She peeked her head out of the cover because it was essential to have eye contact for the spell to work.

The Dragon looked at her curiously. So far she had not made any move and had remained rooted in the spot. Thankfully, the dragon was chained or this spell had no way of working at all.

I kouvérta tou Ýpnou kaleí, ýpno stin eiríni.

As she muttered the final part of the spell, the Dragon slowly dozed off.

Fleur gingerly stepped towards the Dragon. The sleep was magically induced and if it were any lesser being, Fleur would have been confident of it. But this was a dragon. Nothing was certain when it came to them.

She had already reached her target: the shining golden egg. She picked it up carefully and started making her way out towards the opposite end. Just then, the dragon snored, breathing a smaller jet of fire that caught on her clothes.

"Ahhh!" Fleur exclaimed and promptly closed her mouth.

The damage had been done. The dragon had already woken up from her scream. Fleur cursed under her breath for that silly mistake. She took cover nearby while extinguishing the magical fire with the Aguamenti spell. She already had the egg but her exit was now ceased off.

Fleur peeked her head out to see if she could attempt another spell of Hypnos… and was met with a torrent of Dragon Fire. Her cover absorbed most of it but she could still feel that intense heat. There was now no way that she could make her way back. A moment of carelessness would result in a severe burning that might very well put her out of the competition, if not kill her.

Fleur could see the Dragon Tamers gathering around. She knew that she only needed to cross the designated spot and the rest would be taken care by them.

How though? She asked to herself. If only there were some means of being undetected by a Dragon…

And then the answer came to her. Had Potter not done the same thing? She thought fast. The Dragon was still breathing fire at her cover and the heat was getting unbearable.

There had been four bags that Potter had brought… He summoned one of the bags outside. Why four though? Must have been one for each dragon. So the remaining bags had ingredients that concealed from the others. She made up her mind.

Accio Welsh Green's Bag!

She screamed.

She did not know just which one belonged to the Welsh Green but put trust in her magic that it would deliver the correct one. And her trust paid off.

One bag came at her in speed and landed right in front of her. She opened it up to find a green gooey substance. Had Fleur not been in a life-threatening situation right now, she would have noticed the nauseating smell right away. But right now, nothing else mattered. She had to survive and come out of the competition unscathed.

Disregarding everything, she did as Sakura had said that Harry did. She smeared the paste all over her body including her hair and face.

Suddenly, the fire from the Dragon stopped.

Fleur peeked outside and noticed that the Dragon was now looking at the place where the Egg had been with curiosity. It wasn't regarding Fleur at all.

She took her chance. Gathering her breath, she ran at her top speed. The Dragon noticed the movement and started to breathe fire but by then, Fleur had already covered a large distance and had taken another cover. The Dragon, restrained by its chains, could do nothing as Fleur went up ahead and crossed the line to the applause of the entire stadium!

Upon reaching her destination, though, an intense wave of smell hit her, and she fainted right away.

"Dragons! What the hell were they thinking?"

Fleur woke up to the rants of an incensed Madam Pomfrey. She instantly recognized the mediwitch, of whom, she had been under the care of once.

"How are you feeling dear?" Madam Pomfrey asked after noticing that she had woken up.

"I am fine, Madame, thank you for taking care of me," Fleur replied politely.

Madame Pomfrey then did some basic diagnostics spell on her, gave her some potions and left her with a warning to "get some rest."

Once the mediwitch had done her job, she allowed both Sakura and Sarah, who were waiting outside anxiously, to meet her.

"Are you alright?" Sakura got by her side promptly and asked in worry.

"Yeah," Fleur replied weakly.

The episode had been quite traumatic so no one could blame her for fainting.

"How did I do?" Fleur asked about her scores.

"It was mostly sevens and eights. Madam Maxime gave you a ten though," Sakura replied.

"Ohh.." Fleur said in disappointment. She had wanted to get a perfect score at the start.

"Yea.. zash woz chom perfomanche zere floor," Sarah said, while clutching her nose with one hand.

"What happened to you now?" Fleur asked.

It was Sakura who replied, "Err… you stink Fleur."

Fleur took a whiff of herself and nearly fainted again.

"Just what is this thing?" She wondered aloud.

"You don't know?" A Dragon Tamer who had been nearby to get his own burns treated spoke.

"I don't know what?" Fleur asked him.

"Well, I thought that it was quite brilliant on Potter's part, really. The way he smeared it on himself. And then you used it as well. But why didn't you do the same with it in the first place? And Potter at least had the sense to use a Bubblehead charm. You aren't really that sensible now, are you?" The Dragon Tamer rattled on.

The tick marks of anger were already forming upon her forehead but she managed to ask once again without snapping in anger.

"Just what is it, though?"

"Why it's Dragon Dung, of course!" The Dragon Tamer replied cheerily.

A sharp shriek rang out all around Hogwarts scaring students and teachers alike.

"POTTTTTTTTERRRRRRRRRRR!"