AN: Hey I'm back! Sorry I skipped a month because of my internship and personal relationships which actually ended up giving me inspiration. Hopefully we should be back on track (fingers crossed). Enjoy!

Harry POV

Harry slowly made his way to the champions' tent. He had taken take the long way around under the protection of his cloak in order to avoid his 'fans'. He wasn't oblivious to the rumors that he had fled, and while part of him wanted to stand proudly before them and defend his pride, the same fact that kept him locked in his room for the past two days held him back.

For Harry was still shaken to the core by the thing he had become. Regardless of the sheer terror it had inspired, the implications of it were what had struck him the core. He had spent the better part of the past two days focusing on controlling his new form merely to distract himself from thinking too deeply about it, and as a result, had made considerable progress.

Even as he was headed to what was possibly the most dangerous event he had ever faced; Harry didn't fear for himself. He feared for all the others. What could be considered reckless confidence by many, was in reality a testament to the boy's selflessness.

It wasn't long before Harry was in the tent. He cast off his cloak and quickly stuffed it in a bag he had brought. As no one had noticed him yet he simply sat on one of the beds and made sure he his glasses weren't falling off his nose. As he was battling the urge to clean a smudge off one of his lenses, he suddenly heard a low whistle from the side.

"Pst! Harry?"

Recognizing Hermione's voice he leaned towards the flap.

"Hermione?"

"Harry is that you? How are you feeling?"

"Terrified"

It wasn't a lie he told himself, after all he didn't specify that he was terrified of what hemight do.

"The key is to concentrate. Then you just have to…"

"Fight something I have no knowledge about…"

"WHAT?! Ron didn't tell you ?"

"Ron and I aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment."

"That idiot! He promised me!"

"What do you mean?"

"Dragons, Harry. The first task is Dragons!"

"Oh... Wait, do the others know?"

"Is that the first thing that comes to your mind?!"

"Well maybe I should tell them."

Suddenly the flap was pushed aside, and he was hugged by his longtime friend.

Flash

"Ah young love!"

Harry turned to see Rita Skeeter and the photographer looking at them.

While everyone was stunned Harry stormed over to skeeter and dragged her outside behind the tent. After a quick privacy charm, Harry turned once more towards the reporter.

"What is wrong with you ?!"

"Right, so originally I came for some pre-game interviews. But then I saw you with the girl and realized it was a perfect way to make you more relatable and so…"

"What?"

Rita rolled her eyes.

"Haven't you read the papers?"

"I confess I haven't"

"You were right, people loved it. Or rather hated it, but in a good way"

"What do you mean?"

"The article I wrote dear boy! The wizarding world is outraged, the DMLE has opened an investigation into the tournament organization committee, multiple business have cut ties with the individuals you named, the minister issued a public apology, there were even protests in Diagon alley calling for the cancelation of the tournament. Even the board of Drumstrang is considering the removal of Igor Karkaroff."

"It had that big of an impact?"

"'That big of an impact'?! Dear boy, one of the most beloved individuals in the wizarding world publicly revealed a major plot involving the use of public resources to put children in harm's way! Some of the parents you named haven't come out of their wards since the article came out! For merlin's sake, Lucius Malfoy was close to getting lynched on his way to Gringotts!"

"..."

"If I were to write an article about the impact this has had on your personal life along with a moving photo of your girlfriend tearfully sending you off to the first task… I think we can expect rioting and mass resignations!"

"Wizards riot?!"

"Not often… I think the last one was during the Grindelwald wars. But when we do, we make Muggle riots seem tame."

"I never wanted for people to get hurt!"

"Oh don't worry as long as you make it through without any severe injury I'm pretty sure there won't be any deaths… probably."

"Pretty Sure?! Probably?!"

"Well there are many in the wizarding world who both idolize you and are very protective of you, so anything is possible."

"Wait what?!"

"Well as you have no parents and have been in the public eye for a long time, I would say there is a certain form of… attachment? No to mention many feel indebted and guilty due to both your accomplishment and what it cost you."

"Right, so now I have to pass the task without a single scratch, or the streets run red. Brilliant! Is-"

But Harry was interrupted by Hermione who suddenly popped out from a corner.

"It's starting!"

"Just don't agitate people any more than necessary."

Harry instructed hurriedly before rushing back into the tent.

When he arrived at the other Champions had already gathered around Crouch, with their respective headmasters standing behind them. Harry quickly joined the lineup with only Fleur noticing his late arrival.

"For the first task, each of you will have to recover a golden egg, this egg will provide curial information on how to proceed with the second task. Without this clue you will most certainly be unable to pass the second task."

Crouch paused to make sure everyone understood the objective. Seeing multiple nods, he continued.

"Of course, this will not be simple. Each egg will be guarded by a single dragon. To complete this task, you are allowed only your wand and physical abilities, thought I would advise against trying to wrestle a dragon."

Crouch paused once more, presumably expecting laughter which never came.

"Alright then."

Recovering from the earlier flop, he motioned to an attendant to hand him a bag.

"In this bag are miniature models of the dragons you will face along with a number to determine your order of passage. We will start with Miss. Delacour."

Fleur reached into the bag and drew a miniature Welsh Green with the number 2. Crouch then moved on to Cedric who drew a Swedish short-snout with the number 1 and then to Krum who Drew a Chinese fireball with the number 3. Soon it was Harry's turn.

As Harry reached into the bag, he didn't notice Fleur's anxious glance. He felt something spikey and tried to grab it without injuring himself, he eventually drew a small, mean looking black dragon.

"And number 4, the Hungarian horn-tail."

"Each of these represent four very real dragons, at the shot of the cano-"

*BLAM*

At the sudden canon shot, cheers and applause immediately sounded.

"-n… Right then, Mr. Diggory. Good luck."

Harry watched as Cedric entered the Arena, causing the crowd to go silent. He quickly noticed the very visible dragon laying upon a rock guarding the eggs among which shone the golden objective. With what was either sheer skill or a heavily practiced move, Cedric quickly transfigured a rock into a dog and sent it to distract the dragon.

Harry was very impressed at this; he had always been very good at transfiguration but even he struggled to turn inanimate objects into living beings. As Harry thought about copying Cedric's plan, the dragon suddenly snapped his head towards Cerdic who had gotten very close to the eggs and sent a burst of fire at him.

Cedric barely managed to doge, to the gasp of the crowd, but was left with a large burn on the side of his face. He grabbed the Egg and bolted for the exit, barely escaping a second burst.

Looks like I won't be using that then…

Fleur POV

As Fleur stepped into the arena, her mind wasn't on the green welsh she would be facing, it was on Harry. He had been very stressed and anxious these past few days and she knew he hadn't left his room. She had wanted to warn him about the dragons but had been unable to.

However, as the French witch had deduced his restlessness was probably due to finding out about the dragons and that his isolation was most certainly in order to find a way to beat them, she had chosen to respect his privacy.

This morning she had been very excited to see her mate again and show off her skills to him, but ever since her beloved had drawn the Hungarian horntail she had simply been overwhelmed with worry.

She was so focused on trying to find a way to help Harry beat the dragon she barely noticed the doors had opened and that she was now inside the arena and was only drought out of her thoughts by the roar of the Dragon she was to face.

Remembering her objective was to impress Harry she quickly focused her thoughts on defeating the dragon in the flashiest way she could think of. But while she went over her plan one last time the dragon snorted fire at her, however she simply swatted it away with a wave of blue flames much to the crowd's awe.

Drawing her wand, she cast a binding charm at the dragon's legs to distract it as she began walking towards it. Noticing the movement, the Welsh green breathed a long breath of fire at the Veela once more only for it to be stopped by a large ball of water that had been conjured by its target. The dragon briefly looked on curiously as the beautiful girl levitated a boulder and smashed it into the dragon's side, audibly cracking the hollow bones in its wings.

Enraged the dragon breathed the strongest fire it had ever breathed, aiming to evaporate any water ball used as a shield.

But instead of engulfing the Veela the flames halted at the tip of her wand and were compressed into a ball with the aid of her free hand.

After a few moments the dragon stop breathing flames and looked on in horror as the French witch raised the fireball into the air and released it sending a shock wave of energy that shattered multiple rocks. Calmly, Fleur raised her wand collecting all the pebbles into four floating clouds on all sides of the dragon, she then paused and suddenly lowered her wand towards the Dragon.

Instantly the floating pebbles soared towards the Welsh green, bombarding it continuously until even scales began to fall off revealing the flesh underneath. After a few seconds the barrage ended leaving the dragon stunned.

At this moment, Fleur made her move. She began running towards the dragon, agilely jumping over a tail sweep and leaping onto the dragon's broken wing, she bent her body to the side almost cartwheeling onto the beast's back. Jumping up to avoid getting shaken off, she then placed her palm onto a patch of exposed flesh from the earlier barrage and blasted her veela fire directly into the wound.

The Dragon's organs were instantly reduced to ashes as the fire melted passed the flesh and into the body with only the animal's sturdy bones and scales surviving the blast. Thought from the outside it simply looked as if the dragon glowed with a blue hue as a blast of blue flames erupted from its eyes and mouth.

The crowd exploded in applause and cheers as the French champion jumped off the dragon. Yet Fleur ignored all of that, she was focused on one thing only, the reaction of her beloved. Please be impressed, please be impressed, pleased be impressed. She checked finally focused on her bond and to her overwhelming joy, he was impressed.

She felt like dancing but was held back by the fact it would look very uncool. She walked up to the egg and lifted it up towards Harry with a radiant smile.

Harry POV

Harry had to admit he had not expected such power from the seemingly peaceful French girl, but he was easily just as impressed at the rest of the crowd. However, before he had time to contemplate once more why such a perfect person would have any interest in him, Krum stepped into the arena.

Much like Fleur, Krum decided to try a confrontational approach to the task. But rather than fight the dragon he chose to retrieve the egg right after blinding it, causing the energized crowd to boo at the champion's boring tactic. It was unusual for someone so used to putting on a spectacle to neglect showmanship so much.

Before long, it was Harry's turn.

After the sound of the cannon, loud cheers erupted as the crowd impatiently waited to see how the underdog would perform. But cheering soon died down when the enormous beast was brought in, the monstrously large animal was covered in spikes and bursts of flames erupted in between roars. It soon settled down close to the eggs, looking around menacingly.

It was then that Harry was made to step into the arena.

As Harry entered the arena the crowd fell silent, probably awaiting to see if he would survive or only be severely injured. The young wizard looked around curiously when suddenly a pillar of flame shot out from the dragon's mouth towards the youngest champion.

The crowd gasped averting their eyes from the horrific sight. But, in the absence of screams, they focused on the scene once more to see that the pillar had split, going to either side of its target as though running into an immovable obstacle.

When the flames stopped the dragon seemed both confused and angered at the sight of the pestering human. It began inhaling once more in order to repeat his attack.

Seeing the Dragon was about to breath its flames once more, Harry knew what he had to do. He raised his right hand towards the dragon to help him focus and murmured an apology.

"I'm very sorry for this, its my fault you have to be put through this."

In an instant the dragon froze, his body slowly began to turn to stone as spectators looked on confused. The boy-who-lived hurriedly went to get the golden egg and quickly got out of the arena, sighting in relief that no one had seen his eyes flash yellow.

AN: Well I hope it was worth the wait! Im sure a lot of you have already guessed his Animagus form, but there is a twist (mouahahaha). Now before you say Fleur is OP, please note that I'm French so I may insert a lot of OP French characters and if a character comes along with a beret and a baguette, expect him to be a god (no Fleur's great-grandfather isn't modeled on my own… officially).