So I guess people didn't like this most recent chapter. Don't really know, I read the first two reviews and based the next fifty something on it. But I broke 400 reviews so I thank all of you, whether the reviews were flames or not. I appreciate them regardless. And look at that, this chapter came out not too long after the last! Come on, you have to be happy about that. Hopefully you'll like this chapter, it's personally one of favorites I've ever written and I wrote it all in one sitting. Yea it took most of the day but, I think it was definitely worth the back pain.

So this chapter answers some that people probably have assuming I got the general feel I got from the couple of reviews I read. Especially the fact that I made Harry a 'pussy?' I guess? Harry in all honestly needed and still needs to feel that he is not the most powerful being on the planet and that things will not always go the way he thinks it will.

DISCLAIMER : I don't own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does and as much as I hate it, I'll give credit where it is due, she wrote a great series of books and introduced the world to the magical world of Harry Potter. She's not too shabby in my book…

Enjoy…or not, either way leave me a review on thoughts, comments, and stuff like that.

Harry glanced at Fleur, wondering if she knew about the meeting he had with her mother. For the past week Fleur had backed off of him, which lead him to believe that she did. He also glanced over at Daphne. They hadn't spoken a word to each other since the Hogsmeade trip, even though they had advanced potions tutelage together yesterday. She seemed to try and talk to him but decided at the last minute that it was better to wait. He drew his attention away from her before anyone could tell who he was looking at and returned his attention to Luna and gave her a soft smile.

"Are you ok Harry?" Luna asked curious.

"Of course Luna, why wouldn't I be?" he gave her a crooked half smile, "so tell me, how has your classes gone?"

Luna brightened up at the question, "Divination is great, although the professor as no talent for it," Harry snorted as Luna continued, "and care for magical creatures is simply fantastic. We got to meet unicorns last week and this week we learned about thresals. Most of the class couldn't see them but, they're absolutely fantastic creatures," Luna said with a huge smile. Harry couldn't help but smile back to her. "Ancient Runes is interesting, I'm learning a lot and the professor says I have a natural knack for it. She says I'm natural and reminded her of Hermi ─" Luna abruptly stopped and turned to Harry an apologetic frown on her features.

"Don't worry about it Luna," Harry said as he became withdrawn, "I'm proud of you. You're doing great and Hermione would be proud." Harry threw his arm around her shoulders and pressed her to his side and he gave the top of her head a quick kiss of endearment.

"I miss her Harry," Luna said somberly.

"So do I Luna, so do I," Harry said as he gave her shoulders one more squeeze and let her resume with her breakfast, "I'm going today to visit, would you like to come?"

Luna brightened before she suddenly became somber again, "I don't think I can Harry."

"Don't you worry about it, ok? I'll take care of everything. Why don't you go grab your coat and I'll meet you by the front door in five minutes, ok?" Harry said with a soft smile.

Luna instantly hopped off the bench and started to make her way to the entrance before she abruptly stopped and turned and gave Harry a hug, "I like this Harry better," she said softly in his ear before she made her way out of the hall.

Harry sat in shock as he turned his attention back to his breakfast. He did find himself breaking his cold demeanor more and more ever since the beginning of this year and things had gotten progressively worse since Daphne and Fleur had decided to make their presence known in his life. The more he felt his cold demeanor slipping the more he found his thoughts slipping away from Hermione and he couldn't let that happened.

Harry quickly snapped out of his shock, cooled his emotions, and slipped his mask on once more. He needed to pick up a couple of items before he made his trip today and he needed to talk to Professor Dumbledore quickly to get permission for Luna. He confidently strode over to the headmaster as he enjoyed his breakfast.

"Headmaster, if I may have a moment of your time?" Harry asked as respectfully as he could.

"Of course Harry, should we go to the antechamber?" the Headmaster asked as he stood anyways.

"Yes, please," Harry said as he led the way to the room.

Once inside Harry glanced around the room before he quickly brought his attention to Dumbledore, "I am requesting to bring Luna with me on my outing today."

"Ah," Dumbledore said as he took a seat on the single dusty desk that was in the room, "you know as well as I do Harry that I cannot authorize that myself Harry. Her father ─"

"As of August 8, she has become a ward of House Potter and Black, I have as much say in her life as her father by Wizarding law. Aside from that, you know as well as I do that since Mrs. Lovegood passed away he hasn't been the same. I am moving to take full custody of her after this year."

"Harry, are you sure that that is the best course of action?" Dumbledore asked his face somber, "you are only 14. I think it best ─"

"What you think best and what is best are two different things Headmaster," Harry quickly stated, "and despite my age, I am a legal adult in the eyes of the law. As much as I like Xeno, he is not fit to be a father anymore. I have been able to keep Luna from acquiring his quirks and his belief his fake magical animals but it has become a chore to go from my home to hers and fix the damage that he is doing to his own daughter. The best course of action at this point is to remove her from his care. Yes Luna will be upset but we've already talked and she understands that although he is her father, he is no longer a fit one."

"I have known this for a while too Harry," Dumbledore sighed, "but will you reconsider? I can have her moved to a different family: the Bones, the Abbots, the Weasleys even the Longbottoms."

"No," Harry said with finality, "she will live with me, I am more than prepared to take her into my home and there are none who know her better than I. The papers have already been filed and I am positive I will gain guardianship of Luna."

Dumbledore nodded, there was no doubt that Harry would gain guardianship, he held the Wizengamot in his palm of hand. Nothing passed without his approval, everything he wanted was granted, and anything he wanted removed would be removed by the end of the day if not within the hour. It was frightening to think that the boy wielded such great power at such a young age, "Very well Harry, you may take Luna with, however any harm that may befall her is in your hands."

Harry nodded.

"As long as you understand," Dumbledore sighed. He then reached into his robes and handed Harry and large A4 envelope, "I was able to recover these document from a Mrs. Delacour who I happened to run into about a week ago in Hogsmeade. I was looking for an opportunity to hand them over to you discretely but this week has been quite hectic with the tournament preparation." Harry was surprised that the Headmaster had been able to recover his things for him; he had honestly thought that Mrs. Delacour had gotten away with his documents.

"I, unfortunately, was unable to find out if she had gone through the documents but considering that the envelope was open and in her hands, I think that it's safe to say she may have," Dumbledore continued, despite Harry frown, "I have not gone through them myself despite my curiosity as I know that doing so would further estrange our already rocky relationship," Dumbledore said, hoping to gain some ground with Harry. If he had Harry didn't show it. With a heavy heart he pressed on, "We have meeting between champions on Monday for the official weighing of the wands for the event on Saturday Harry, please be there at 10 sharp, I'd rather not keep you too long from your studies," Dumbledore stood and gave Harry a nod that Harry curtly returned.

Harry stood by the door and glanced at his watch, Luna was five minutes late and Harry was beginning to get worried when she suddenly popped up next to him, "I'm ready Harry," she said with a dazzling smile, "Can we stop by Hogsmeade, I want to pick something up before we go."

"Of course," Harry said with nod and took her hand in his and led her off the grounds.

"Hey, I miss you…a lot," Luna said with a sad smile as tears trailed down her face, "Harry said he's going to take me in. I know that Daddy loves me and I love him with all of my heart but," her tears came down harder, "he can't take care of me anymore Mommy. Daddy just isn't the same. Harry says that he's going to help Daddy. Harry said that he'll get the best people to help him. And," she gave a soft smile, "I know he will…,"Luna looked down at the lilies she had in her hand, "I got you some flowers mommy, they're your favorite. I got them in lavender like daddy always used to get you," she laid the bouquet down onto her grave clearing a couple of leaves that lay on top of the tombstone. She read it slowly to herself

Here lies Selene Lavender Lovegood nee Delacour
A loving wife and even better mother
April 20, 1962 – August 8, 1992

A drop of water dropped onto the word mother and she choked back a sob as she gently rubbed away the teardrop. Her mother had been an amazing woman. She was brilliant, beautiful, and the nicest woman she had ever known. She had been everything to her and her death had shattered her. The only thing, the only person who had saved her, brought her back was Harry.

"I love him mom," Luna said as the tears renewed with vigor, "and…and I'm so afraid of I'm losing him Mommy. I barely survived losing you but…I don't think I could survive losing him."

"Hey," Harry stood over the grave solemnly. He tried to find words but they seemed to die in his throat. He stood silently for a moment as he organized his thoughts, "I…I am a loss Hermione. I honestly don't know what to do. Things are changing, faster than I could possibly imagine and I don't know what to do," Harry looked down and shifted the ring in hand, "Life has gotten incredibly complicated," he ran his hand through his hair, "Daphne Greengrass, well she's…become more trouble than I can honestly handle and the present time with the tournament and the plans," he said, his mind a million miles away, "I've tried pushing her away and she just seems to be encouraged to stick around and make my life her plaything. And I cannot begin to explain the trouble that Fleur Delacour, your cousin, has become. She has become a problem that I cannot solve…," Harry returned his gaze to the ring and looking at the stone.

Silence reigned for a couple of minutes before he continued, "Is it wrong for me to find myself thinking about her? Is it wrong for me to find myself seeking her out when I know that I shouldn't, that it tarnishes your memory? She plays with my head, I know she does it on purpose and I find myself angered more and more every time I look at her and think about her blasted mother. Between the Delacours and Greengrass, I'm teetering on the brink on insanity here and the Triwizard Tournament hasn't really begun at all yet!"

Harry turned to look at Luna who was several rows down from him. A gust of wind caused Harry to pull his coat closer and turned his gaze back to the gravestone, "Luna is doing ok," Harry said with a soft smile, "she'll be moving in with me after this year. We'll be moving everything to my home over the Christmas break and she'll be decorating her room over Easter break," he fumbled with the ring nervously before he huffed, "I gave her the room I was going to give you…," he said with a soft smile, "I was hoping that you would move in with me this year or maybe the next."

"Hermione…I don't know if I can do all of this, I find myself questioning if it would be simpler to just join you?" he said, his voice dead, "then we can be together and we'll fine and happy not have to worry about anything."

'You can't do that.'

"I know," Harry said softly as he looked down at his hands shuffling the ring back and forth in his hands.

'Harry, I love you never forget that.'

"I love you too Hermione."

'But Harry, you have to let me go.'

"I can't Hermione," Harry state, "you know I can't do that Hermione, you mean too much. Everything I was, am, and will be is because of you Hermione. How could I just forget you? How could you ask me to just forget you?" Harry collapsed to his knees as he became more withdrawn trying to keep his voice from wavering and Hermione kneeled before him.

'I'm not asking you to Harry, I'm not asking you to. But I want you, no…I need you to move on,' a ghostly hand covered Harry's and Harry paused as he realized that he had unconsciously summoned the ghost of Hermione. Harry looked up and gazed into the ghostly face of Hermione Granger. He gently brought his hand to caress Hermione's cheek. His vision blurred momentarily as he forced unshed tears back, 'Hi,' she smiled sadly as she brought her hand up to caress his hand.

"Hi," Harry croaked out, he then averted his eyes from hers and moved away from her ghost "I'm so weak…" he mumbled, "if I had been strong enough or smart enough I could have kept you alive and I wouldn't be in this mess. It's my fault Hermione, I failed you. I failed you and because of my mistakes you are dead."

'No Harry, no. You've never been weak Harry. You're strongest person I know but, you've lost yourself Harry,' she said lovingly, 'you've lost your way. I love you Harry but I, indirectly, am destroying you. You have to move on Harry. Maybe it's Luna, maybe it's Daphne, maybe it's Fleur or maybe it's someone else that will help Harry but you have to let me go. You have to find someone else to love Harry because I can't give you the love you need. I can't hold your hand. I can't hug you. I can't kiss you. But most importantly Harry, I can't support you Harry, I can't stand by your side. As much as you think you can do this alone Harry you can't. I have faith you can accomplish anything but no one can do everything alone,' silver tears ran down her cheeks and Harry instinctively went to wipe them.

Hermione smiled softly as she wiped them herself. 'I love you but you need to move on. I'm not asking you to forget about me, I'm asking you to move on Harry. Do it for me Harry, please do it for me? Promise me?'

Harry searched her eyes and turned away from her, "I don't know if I can promise you that Hermione…but I will try. For you I will try."

Hermione frown sadly, 'Thank you Harry. I love you Harry and I will be waiting for you. Please take care of Luna for me.'

"Of course, you know I will," Harry said with a soft smile, "and I love you too Hermione, in this life and the next."

Hermione smiled as she softly kissed Harry on the forehead and faded away

"Are you ready Luna?" Harry asked as he moved over to stand beside her. After he had paid his respects to Hermione he had let Luna a moment alone at Hermione's grave. He had waited just out of earshot letting Luna have complete privacy. He heard her cry and laugh a bit and was happy that she had a moment with Hermione ghost.

"Yes, Harry," Luna said with a dazzling yet tearful smile, "I think so. I think me and Hermione came to an agreement."

"Really?" Harry said with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, very much so," Luna said with a smile a blush.

Harry smiled serenely at her and stuck out his arm for her to take. She gladly took it and together they left the graveyard passing a couple as they walked into the graveyard. Harry gaze a quick and respectful nod to the couple as they passed each other.

"How would you like some pancakes, huh? I know how much you love it with white chocolate chips and topped with strawberries," Harry asked as he led her to a black Mercedes that was parked out front of the graveyard.

"Oh can we Harry? And hot chocolate?" Luna asked her eyes wide.

"With or without whipped cream?" Harry asked as he opened the car door.

"What kind of question is that Harry?" Luna asked seriously before a wide grin broke her serious face and she fell into giggles and climbed into the backseat.

Harry smiled as he shook his head at her, "I don't know what I was thinking," Harry said climbed in after her and gave a quick nod to the driver to take them away

Fleur was honestly shocked at what she had seen. Had Harry really summoned the ghost of Hermione? Was it possible that he had found a ritual of sort to summon her ghost. Summoning was a fickle thing but ghosts were the hardest to summon because you couldn't really tell if they had crossed over or not; if they had decided to wait in the in-between or moved onto the next life. Apart from that, ghost summoning required an extensive knowledge in necromancy and a sacrifice of flesh and blood to summon the actually summon a physical representation rather than just channel the ghost.

She waited until she saw them exit the graveyard and moved to stand over the grave of Selene Lovegood. She had loved her aunt dearly was honestly heartbroken when she had died. She hadn't been able to attend the funeral because she had been cast out of the family along with her parents when her grandfather and her granduncle had gotten into a heated argument on who would become head of house of Delacour. Her granduncle in an attempt to appease everyone decided to let her grandfather be the head of house. Unfortunately in a heat of rage her grandfather decided that it was all a ploy to get to the head of house later on and exiled her granduncle out of the family. It had left Fleur's family divided and her father, being the asshole that he was, saw no reason to reinstate them to the family.

She gazed down at the gravestone and gentle kneeled down to caress the lettering. She wished she had known her aunt better. That had met only on seven different occasions because her mother felt it was important to meet all sides of the family. Her aunt Selene had been so carefree and loving even though she had no reason to love them. She had taught Fleur her first spell and taught her the basics of spell creation, something that had fascinated Fleur since she could remember. Every year on her birthday and Christmas she would send a book on spell creation or enchanting and Fleur honestly looked forward to receiving the gift every year.

"I'm sorry I never visited Aunty Selene. It was hard to get Papa to even agree to stay with Uncle Xeno and Luna this coming summer. He kept saying that it was no use, that Uncle Xeno was off his rocker and that Luna may not be staying with Uncle Xeno much longer. That papers have been filed to remove custody from him," she said sadly. "I'm sorry I can't do anything. I feel like my entire family is falling apart. My father keeps cheating on Maman, he doesn't even try to hide it from us. Maman, I don't even know what she does or where she is half the time. I don't know my aunts or uncles and the few I have barely keep contact. Gabrielle is the only real family I have. She misses you dearly, Aunty. I've been letting her read the books you gave me since she has so few of them…," Fleur said softly.

"I've…I've met someone Aunty but, he's closed off," Fleur said as she picked up a dried leaf and began to pick it apart piece by piece, "he's passionate," Fleur smiled softly, "just not for me," she frowned, "I know he's a good person Aunt Selene. I know that he has the ability to make dreams come true. To do godly things."

"I'll try aunty, I'll break him out of shell," Fleur said, "we've bonded, and no that's not a guarantee but I think it'll help. I think he'll learn to love me," Fleur resolved, "I just want to help him Aunty, that's all I want."

She conjured a dozen of white roses and laid them out onto the grave next to Luna's lilies, "I'll visit at Christmas Aunty, I promise."

She slowly stood up and walked over to Hermione's grave. As she moved to the grave she saw a couple walk away towards the exit. She glanced down at Hermione's grave and found three bouquets lying on the grave. Puzzled she looked up, looking for the couple but found that she was alone in the graveyard. She turned her attention back to the gravestone.

"Hi," Fleur said trying to find something, anything to say at the moment. "I know we never really got to know each other and I'm sad that we didn't. My mother said you were a beautiful and brilliant girl and from what I saw you really were."

"I don't know what you said to Harry, I couldn't bring myself to actually eavesdrop on the conversation I knew it would be extremely disrespectful and I want Harry to trust me…," Fleur softly said, "Part of me says that what I'm doing is wrong. That I'm somehow disrespecting your memory but, I cannot help who I bond to Hermione.

"I'll take good care of him Hermione, I promise," Fleur said fervently, "and I will never, ever try to replace you. Nobody can replace you," she said softly as she shuffled through her bad before producing an old envelope, "I brought the letter you wrote me. You know, the one you wrote to me after you found out you had a cousin…," tears leaked out of her eye, "I'm so sorry I never replied Hermione. I should have replied. I should have sent something so that you knew that I knew who you were. And that I not only knew who you were but that I cared. I'm sorry that I acted like I didn't receive the letter even after we met. I have regretted that more than anything else because I feel that we would have been close. That we could have been great cousins and even better friends…" Fleur glanced at the envelope in her hands once again as she trailed her fingers over the old ink, tracing Hermione's name, "and I'm sorry that we only ever met once…"

Fleur quickly conjured another dozen white roses, "I never knew your favorite flower…I never got to know anything about you…and I will regret that for the rest of my life…," Fleur gently laid the bouquet on the grave and quickly stood up, "I don't have much else to say really. I just hope that you'll give me your blessing Hermione. And I promise to never hurt him…."

Harry stood ready in the tent. The weighing of the wands had gone without fiasco and the rest of the week and gone by in a whirlwind of training and Luna. Apparently after class one day Hagrid had let it leak to Luna, who had stayed to help clean, his excitement over the dragons that were being keep deep in the forest for the tournament. Luna had immediately let Harry know and Harry had shifted his studies. Drowning in his studies had kept him closed off from everybody and helped him in his resolve to remove Daphne and Fleur from his life if not forever then at least temporarily.

He knew a decent amount about Dragons but, not enough to know how to battle one. It was the only logical explanation to four dragons. After Harry had scoped out the dragons in the forbidden forest he came to the conclusion that they would either have to battle or get around a dragon considering that there were four champions and four dragons.

Dragon hide was notorious for its density. It took more than a strong piercing hex to make the dragon even feel that it had been hit. With a keen sense of smell and eyesight that would make a hawk jealous, dragons were brilliant trackers and hunters. Add to the fact that they were usually over a hundred feet in length and had enough power in one claw to shatter boulders; they were a sight to behold. Usually your last.

However, every creature had a weakness and dragons were no exception to the rule. Of course each dragon was different and each had different weaknesses. He had been able to identify the four dragons form their general appearance. There was a Common Welsh Green, a Chinese Fireball, a Swedish Short-Snout, and Hungarian Horntail.

Now the Welsh Green would be the ideal dragon, usually tame and relatively docile you could probably distract it enough with a couple of large animals and finish it off with an over powered severing charm to the neck. Welsh Greens had never developed a tough exterior due to the fact that they had no natural enemies in the area.

A Swedish Short-Snout would be the next obvious choice. A bit temperamental the short-snout was a creature that used short bursts of speed and strength to quickly over power its prey. If you could drag out the battle and tire it, you had a better chance. Sweden however did have fickle weather and the dragons usually kept to the volcanos, causing them to build a tough exterior. Their weakness was extreme cold ironically. Harry figured if he dragged out the battle long enough he could render the beast unconscious with several overpowered freezing charms.

A Chinese Fireball is a tricky beast that was a lot smarter than they seemed and short tempered. Fireballs kept to the sky, they were keen flyers and their fire breathing was among the best as far as dragons were concerned. Their trademark bursts of fire were what had given their name. The key to winning against a Fireball was to keep it on the ground. Because they spent so much time in the skies, they were among the slowest dragons and their strength was in a word: pitiful. Keep the battle on the ground and be quick and you had a chance. Their skin wasn't that tough but definitely better than a short-snout. A couple of blasting hexes to the feet and chest and you could maybe keep the dragon down long enough to defeat it.

Now a Hungarian horntail was a completely different story. They were vicious, brilliant, and considered the most dangerous of dragons. Their skin was as tougher than steel and spell resistant to even the most powerful of spells and their strength was astronomical. Coupled with the most brilliant mind of any dragon species and a temper that snapped within a second, vicious didn't begin to describe Horntails. There were only two in captivity and apparently the Ministry had somehow gotten permission to bring one to compete. Harry honestly had no clue in how he would be able to defeat a Horntail, with so few in captivity there wasn't much on Hungarian Horntails and a weakness had yet to be discover.

And just as luck would have it, Harry had gotten the Hungarian Horntail and was to be the last to enter the arena. Their objective was to obtain a golden leg from a nest which meant that all the dragon were female. They couldn't have made a worst decision as far as gender choice. Between males and females, females were far more vicious as they were the dominant gender of the species. They chose the mates and they chose where to nest. Add to the fact that it was breeding season, well…all the champions were facing something far worse than just dragons; they were facing female dragons protecting their young. You couldn't have asked for a worse situation.

"AND FINALLY OUR LAST CHAMPION FACING THE HUNGARIAN HORNTAIL, HARRY POTTER!," Bagman's voice echoed throughout the entire arena as Harry stepped out of the tent and down the makeshift hallway into the arena stopping in the shadows just before he 'officially' entered the arena and his time began. Harry stared solemnly at the dragon before him. Yup, it was far worse than he thought. He had hoped that the dragon would at least be a bit calmer than what it was. It was already crouched around the nest and looking at all the students ready to attack.

Harry sighed, "Well there goes plan A," he grumbled. He had hoped that the dragon would be calm enough so that he could try talking to the dragon with parselmouth but the dragon wouldn't listen to him now, it was too worked up. Time for plan B, he just hoped that dragon gave him a big enough window to try.

Harry slowly and gently stepped into the arena, careful not to startle the dragon and grab its attention. Harry noted that it was deathly silent in the arena despite the fact that many of the students were chatting. Harry figured that there was a barrier between the students and himself and the dragon that blocked out sound as well. Harry breathed deeply and settled his breath. It was now or never.

Harry drew wand and quickly began to drawn runes midair, it was a meticulous endeavor but he was only allowed his wand so it would have to do for the moment. Conjuring a scroll and ink would not have the amount of power as drawing the runes directly out of magic.

"I knew this was a bad idea," Harry mumbled as he quickly made the runes, they were a binding sequence meant to chain a being down with chains made from arcane magic. His hope was to immobilize the dragon then simply grab the dragon and walk out. He still had another six runes to draw when the dragon finally seemed to smell him and set her gaze on him. Harry quickly calculated his chances of finishing the rune set before the dragon attacked. 34.768%. It was chance he was willing to take.

4 runes left.

The dragon brought itself to full height hoping to intimidate human meat bag away.

3 runes left.

The meat bag was a lot braver than most, the Hungarian Horntail decided that since it wasn't making any hostile movements that it was give a warning roar that Harry made no indication of hearing.

2 runes left.

The Hungarian decided to give him one more warning before she decided to maul him. She dug her claws into the ground around the nest and let out a burst of flames into the sky right above Harry. Harry swiftly began to sweat from the heat.

1 rune left.

Not giving the chance for the Hungarian to finally kill him. Harry hastily drew the last rune and activated the arrangement. The runes glowed a bright purple before a giant array of glowing runes appeared around the dragon in a circle. Suddenly massive purple flaming chains appeared and tied the dragon down immobilizing it, much to Harry's relief. He cautiously made his way towards the eggs when suddenly Harry felt an overwhelming heat and quickly dived away from the dragon.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath as he saw the dragon breathing an endless stream of fire onto the nest. He had miscalculated. He had forgotten to factor in the fact that the beast was very much capable of breathing fire regardless of its ability to move. Harry began to think. It's hind was highly resistant to spell work so that quickly made anything meant to pierce and blast out of the question. Harry then decided to try an over powered freezing charm. If he could freeze a leg, he could distract it long enough to grab the egg and make a hasty exit.

It turned out to be a terrible idea as it seemed that breathing fire also heated up the dragon's body high enough that the ice simply melted on contact. Harry cursed under his breath. It was a good idea, he just need a way for the dragon to stop breathing fire long enough to freeze something or colder ice. Harry quickly removed his outer layer of clothes and quickly began to form a plan. He had hoped to avoid this option till he was absolutely sure that it would not only work but that it wouldn't leave him in a permanent state that he would be unable to reverse but it seemed like the only option of getting the task done. The Everlast frost enchantment was meant to be used on weapons and inanimate objects but Harry had altered the array to become a projectile of everlasting frost onto an object. The problem now was that it had to be carved into the human flesh to appease the human blood and flesh requirement without actually using blood and flesh.

Harry slowly pressed his wand into his skin and began to draw runes onto his left arm from the bicep to his wrist. The wand left a trail of blacked skin that looked solid but was in fact hundreds of tiny runes. The trail of black wove like tribal tattoos around his arm by the time he was finished and Harry forced magic into his arm causing the marking to go from black to a glowing sky blue. Satisfied with his work Harry turned to face the dragon once more this time determination set in.

He raised his arm and forced magic into his arm and suddenly ice began to shoot out of the palm of his hand. Harry began at the base of the dragon slowly moving up. The dragon suddenly finding itself in a dire situation redirected the flames and tried to melt the ice before it froze to death but the fire seemed to nothing to the ice. The ice just continued to move upward and the dragon began to panic as it struggled to free itself of the chains and ice but soon it found itself up to its neck in ice and in a final almost sorrowful cry the beast was frozen completely solid.

Harry exhaled in relief once he saw the dragon completely frozen and walked over to the egg which was glowing red from the heat of the flames. With his left hand he casually reached down and picked up the egg. The egg instant went from red to its natural golden color.

Finally able to drawn his attention away from his task he looked up to find everyone in the stadium looking at him slack jawed. What they had just seen seemed impossible, to freeze an entire dragon. The runic magic had been impressive enough but it was the runic enchantment that he had done on himself that had completely stunned people. Harry casually glanced around the crowd and spotted Luna beaming down at him. He also spotted Daphne who had a ghost of a grin on her face. He finally turned to the judges box where most of the judges seemed to be too stumped to even score him. He was able to spot Fleur who had a bandage on her cheek looking down at him with relief written across her face. He quickly averted his gaze when he felt the pull begin in his chest.

Finally Bagman seemed to snap out of it and announce, "Harry Potter has completed the task in just under 15 minutes." This time he talked as if he couldn't believe what he had just seen. In fact, most people could people couldn't believe what they were seeing. There was a giant iceberg in the middle of the field that held a furious dragon that seemed to have just…frozen; as if someone had just hit pause on it.

Finally after five minutes of silence the judges gave their score. Dumbledore gave him perfect 10, Madame Maxime 9, Bagman a 10, Igor a 8 and Crouch gave him a 10 for a grand total of 47. Well above everyone else. Harry solemnly nodded and walked out of the stadium in silence.

I don't think I really address why I 'pussified' Harry but I don't think I really have to. A godlike Harry leaves no room for growth. No room to develop the character. A Harry with a tough exterior that can still be shattered makes for a much more dynamic Harry. I just didn't want to Gary Stu the guy ok? It makes the character unbearable after a while. I was already getting fed up with the guy and he's my character! I also meant to include Greengrass more in the chapter but she really didn't fit without coming out too 'Mary Sue'ish as well.

Oh bonus, can anyone guess who the couple in the graveyard was, cause if you didn't get my hints…well then I worry about you

Completely different note. I'm going to start promoting stories that I think are well worth the read and this time it's for 'Harry Potter: Whiskey Accident' by LordFira. It is an excellent read and I'm loving the character development and plot. Definitely one of my favorite stories on fanfiction at the moment and I'm always looking forward to the next chapter.

If you have a story that you think I'll enjoy or you have a story you wrote that you would like for me to promote on the chapter, please leave it in the reviews and I'll read it when I get the opportunity and decided if I would like to promote it.

Thank you