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A little more than a dozen of witches and wizards were gathered in a large clearing, carefully building what seemed to be large metal cages of some sort. Four of them to be exact. A red haired man was shouting orders at the group that was currently levitating a part of the cage closer to him and Harry had to make a double take before he realized said man was none other than Charlie Weasley.
"Hurry, people!" Charlie commanded, looking up towards the sun concerned. "We should have already been done with these cages!"
"But the dragons won't be flown in till next Friday!" A man complained, turning to look at Charlie. "Why are we building the cages so early?"
"Because it'll take over a week to get the dragons ready for travelling and then there's the actual travel to be considered." A woman with dark brown hair and an Irish accent explained, sounding irritated, as if she had had this conversation many times before. "Everything must be set before we return to Romania."
"You heard the lady!" Charlie ordered once more, smiling at the woman next to him. "Carry on!" And he kept shouting orders at the workers while Harry backtracked into the forest, his head spinning. Dragons. Four dragons, to be exact, judging from the cages. Why would they need dragons near Hogwarts if not for the tournament? Oh, for Merlin's sake! Harry thought as he turned around and started running towards the greenhouses, stumbling his way through the forest. Dragons! Neville would certainly want to hear this. Severus probably wouldn't, he added inwardly and chuckled as he exited the forest and flew by the Quidditch pitch.
He made it to greenhouse five where the rest of the fourth years had started to gather and took his usual spot next to Neville, completely disregarding the confused faces of his classmates. Neville looked at his brother carefully, waiting for the other teen to speak. When Harry, who looked decisively flushed, out of breath and somehow shaken, didn't utter a single word but simply stared at him, he decided to speak first.
"Are you alright?" Neville asked in a hushed tone. "I heard about how the talk with Adrian went. I should warn you, so did the whole school." At Harry's confused and slightly panicked look he elaborated; "We, kind of, heard the commotion from the Great Hall." Harry winced at that so Neville hastened to reassure him. "Not the exact wording, but Adrian was being especially loud. And, apparently, there were some students in the corridor that were only too happy to recount what they saw."
"Lovely." Harry said sarcastically, letting his head fall on the desk.
"It's not all bad." Neville offered, earning a challenging glare from his brother. "No, really!" The brown eyed boy exclaimed. "The way I heard it, you came out as the mature, calm one."
"That's something." Harry agreed, not really caring. Then his mood shifted as he remembered what he had meant to tell Neville in the first place. "But that's not what's important right now." That got his brother's attention, Harry noted, as Neville moved closer, arching an eyebrow expectedly.
"What happened? And where were you?" He asked, making Harry smirk. In a hushed tone, he proceeded to tell Neville exactly what had happened from the moment he had left Adrian at the corridor till he entered the greenhouses. Neville was almost jumping up and down in his seat the moment dragons were mentioned.
"Do you understand, Neville?" Harry asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Dragons!"
"I know!" Neville exclaimed loudly, earning himself a few confused stares from the assorted Gryffindors and Ravenclaws. "I know." He repeated much more subdued. "I so called it, Potter!"
"And now, I know what type of spells I need to look for!" Harry added, pulling out a new parchment from his bag and hastily jotting down what types of book he would need to look up. "Mr. Longbottom, will you do me the honor of accompanying me to the library for my research?" He asked, after feeling satisfied with the assorted list.
"You didn't even have to ask, Mr. Potter!" Neville assured him, as Professor Sprout entered the greenhouse, closely followed by Adrian and Hermione. Adrian was now avoiding both Ron and Harry, so his twin decided to avoid him back. At least until the afternoon. He knew he would have to tell Adrian about the dragons and he well planed telling Fleur too. Knowing about the dragons could well give him the edge in the competition, but that wasn't how he wanted to win. If he won, he wanted to be able to look back and say he had done so fairly. On that note, he would have to find a way to approach Krum too. After he told Severus, of course; the potions master had told him that the professors would be informed of what the task entailed a week before the actual event by the Headmaster, so he had actually managed to beat him to it. That conversation had the potential to be quite traumatic for his father.
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