Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey

Hey guys! Sorry again, I got lazy and I had to make some editing...

DISCLAIMER: I still don't own anything of Harry Potter (but I'd like to borrow him. And Ron. And Hermione. And Draco. And every other character.)

Chapter 4: Harry's POV
I Get Chased By A Dragon (again)

Within fifteen minutes, Ron and I had sneaked some broomsticks in the Astronomy Tower and taught them how to fly in a matter of minutes. Cole and Claire were great. Lily was decent. Zach, though, was afraid of flying, and was trembling when he mounted his broom.

"Harry, are you sure about this?" Hermione said anxiously. That's when it dawned on me that Hermione was, in fact, afraid of flying.

"Oh come on, Hermione, you've got to fly at least once in your life." I said comfortingly.

"Yeah, Hermione, there's a first for everything." Ron agreed.

"Are you sure?" she repeated.

"Positive." Said Ron and I in unison.

She shifted uncomfortably but did not say anything.

"Alright." I said. "We'll all exit through the arches. On three. One… two… THREE!"

We all pushed off our brooms and flew through the archways. "Ron, keep up!" I said teasingly.

"I'm trying!" he yelled.

"THIS IS AWESOME!" I heard Claire scream.

I heard the faint whimpers of Zach, trying to stay on his broom.

I looked back at them and happily laughed. When I turned my head back around, I had no more than a second to dodge one of the tower rooftops. And since I was leading the lot, they nearly crashed too. "Sorry about that!" I said. "Those brooms could be a bit dodgy!" We flew over one of the tall towers. "We haven't lost anyone yet!" I said to them. "Not this week, anyway…" I said underneath my breath.

"What did you say?" Claire said.

"Nothing." I said quickly. Ron and I began to pass underneath a bridge. Hagrid was on the bridge, carrying a large chain; we slowed to a stop in front of him. "'Ay, you lot," he said to the Muggles, Ron, Hermione, and I. "Erm…Haven't seen a dragon, 'ave yuh?"

I turned to look at the lot; all of them looked simply terrified, except for Claire, who was awestruck. "Right," I said awkwardly. "Well… we'll just go to the Quidditch pitch then…" We all began to fly beneath the bridge when, ironically enough, a large Hungarian Horntail flew feet away from us.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." I muttered to myself.

"Bloody 'ell!" Ron screamed.

If you're happening to wonder what the hel a Hungarian Horntail is, it's a large, vicious dragon that I had to defeat during the Triwizard Tournament. Hagrid, who just loves large vicious creatures, decided to keep it as a pet and had hidden it in the Forbidden Forest. Well, rumor has it that Hagrid had somehow lost the dragon, and hadn't been seen since.

At least now we could tell everyone that we found the dragon.

It made an ear-piercing roar. Everyone else made an ear-piercing scream.
"Hagrid!" I screamed. "The dragon!" We all began to fly away from it.

"Oh, there it is!" I heard Hagrid say before he was out of sight.

We swerved around ten-foot-tall pines, attempting to stay together. The Hungarian Horntail nearly knocked all of the trees to the ground, but instead went back up like a natural catapult.

"OI!" I screamed at the dragon. Ron and I flew in front of the dragon to keep it away from the Muggles and Hermione. We flew underneath the uneven bridge, hoping we'd keep the dragon distracted. "Look out!" I screamed, unnecessarily warning them. Faster and faster, Ron and I went, swerving around the large pines. Finally, a good distance away, we were able to see the Quidditch pitch, where the match was already starting. I looked behind me: there was no way we'd be able to stay together and end up unhurt.

"Guys, go back!" I yelled.

"No!" Hermione yelled back. "The dragon will hurt you and Ron!"

"We'll be fine! You need to go back, we'll chase it off—"

"We will?!" Ron shouted.

"Yes, now Hermione, turn around with the others and fly away as fast as possible!" I ordered.

Reluntantly, she turned around and led the others away from the dragon.

As Ron and I flew away from the Hungarian Horntail, he asked, "So do you know how to stop this thing?"

"Nope!" I said. Ron cursed.

We swerved around more pine trees, nearly hit one of the strange statues that stood around the pines, when an idea hit me.

"Ron!" I shouted. "Take out your wand!"

"What for?" he questioned.

"We're going to try and chase the dragon away using our wands!"

"Are you mad?"

"Probably!"

I slipped out my wand from underneath my Quidditch robes and pointed it behind me, hoping for the best. "Stupefy!"

It hit the dragon in its left shoulder but deflected; the rebounded spell shot above my head.

Ron chanted the same spell but this time hit the dragon in the eye; it still didn't seem to affect it.

"Ron! Aim for the mouth! When it opens its mouth again, chant the spell!"

He nodded in agreement.

In the split second that it opened its mouth and bellowed a roar, we both shouted, "Stupefy!" The dragon jerked back and thankfully, flew away from us.

"Thank God," said Ron, putting his wand back in his robes.

"Come on," I said turning towards the direction of the Quidditch pitch. "We'll meet them at the Quidditch pitch."

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