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The rest of the class passed by in a blur as Harry and Neville exchanged notes on what exactly would he have to do against the dragon; they had both eliminated the notion of actually fighting the dragon to the death. This wasn't the Middle Ages after all. The dragon was quite probably there to obstruct the champions from doing something else. Harry had a feeling the dragons would do an excellent job at guarding whatever it was they were supposed to guard. After the class was over, Harry told Neville he had to visit Severus and run to do just that, knowing that his father had only a one hour gap between this and the next period. He burst into the potions lab without bothering to knock, startling Severus who made a move for his wand before he realized just who had entered the room.
"Don't do that, Harry!" Severus exclaimed, placing a hand over his heart. "Are you trying to kill me? I could have hexed you, you realize that, right?" He asked, looking at his son in exasperation.
"Dragons!" Was the only answer he received. He tilted his head a little to the left, slightly concerned at his son's labored breathing. Still, Harry was smiling, so nothing tragic must have happened. Right?
"I don't think you understood me…" Severus stated.
"No, Dad, you don't get it; dragons!" Harry repeated, moving closer. "I saw them -well I saw Charlie Weasley building their cages- in the forest!" The potions master looked as confused as ever. "The first task! It's dragons!"
"Oh, why didn't you say that to begin… with…" Severus said, his voice faltering as he went on, the meaning of what his son's statement seeping into his mind. Dragons. The first task had something to do with real, fire-breathing, lethal, vicious dragons. His baby boy would have to face a bloody dragon. He could practically feel the blood leaving his head as the room spun; he took a measured step backwards and sat on the corner of his desk.
"Dad?" Harry asked, taking a step forward. "Are you alright?"
"No, I'm not alright!" Severus exclaimed, his voice panicked. "Dragons! What were they thinking! Making children face grown dragons!" His hands flew into his hair, pulling slightly at the thick strands. Harry smiled softly, placing a comforting hand on his father's shoulder.
"At least I know what I'm up against." He said, trying to sound as soothing as possible. "I mean, we always knew the tournament trials were difficult…"
"But dragons?" Severus whined, pulling his son in for a hug. "Have the Ministries responsible lost their collective minds?"
"Well, dragons have been used before in Triwizard Tournaments." Harry offered, only resulting in his father tightening his hold on him. "I mean, at least there will be no fight to the death this time. The law for the protection of magical creatures forbids the slaughtering of dragons."
"Yes, thank Merlin the dragons will be protected!" Severus exclaimed sarcastically, letting go of his son before standing up and pacing around the classroom. "I'm going to give you a list of books I want you to read from the library and I want you to tell me exactly what strategy you'll come up with to face the dragon, alright? I can tell you straight away that their eyes are their weakest spot…" Severus began as Harry wrote down the titles of the book his father suggested. It was only after Severus had exhausted all the books he could recall when something in his son's original statement creeped back into his mind. "You said you saw the cages being built in the forest? As in, the Forbidden Forest?"
"I can absolutely explain that!" Harry offered, retelling the story of what had happened that morning -Severus had heard the commotion too, but hadn't been aware of the rumors that had circulated afterwards- including how he ended up in the forest and how he was planning on informing the rest of the champions.
"You understand I'm not exactly exhilarated of you walking into that forest, Harry." Severus stated, rubbing his face tiredly. "But, seeing how everything turned out, I'm glad you did. Promise you won't repeat it though; if you ever need to go into the forest again, contact me and I'll come along."
"I promise." Harry stated seriously. Severus nodded.
"And I agree with you; since you found out, you should inform the other champions." He was proud that his son had realized what he had to do on his own though not surprised; Harry's moral compass was well-tuned as the teen had proven time after time. "And I'm sorry about Adrian. You didn't deserve to hear that." It was his turn to place a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder as the teen shrugged.
"I knew he was stubborn, but this is quite stupid." Harry said, his eyes locking with his father's. "I mean, all I wanted to do was offer him my help."
"That would be pride." The potions master stated, shaking his head. "You couldn't have done anything else differently, Harry. He wasn't ready to listen yet."
"I hope he will be soon." Harry offered, smiling softly. "He needs to know about the dragons after all." Severus nodded in agreement. A few moments later, the first students started gathering for their lesson and Harry bid his father goodbye, heading for his Ancient Studies class.
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