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"The first task is dragons." Harry spat, not knowing what else to do to silence his complaining twin. "The other champions already know. I figured I should tell you too." And he walked away, leaving a very confused and finally silent Adrian in his wake. He climbed the stairs towards the dormitory and fell on his bed face first, quite certain he would rather face an angry dragon than try to make his twin to see sense.
The days went by in the same fashion, only succeeding to make Harry even more aggravated as they passed. Adrian was still being stubborn and had refused to even acknowledge him, let alone ask anybody for help. At least Hermione was helping him research in the library, much as Neville did with Harry. After the first couple of days the green eyed wizard had decided that it was time to look out for himself too; Neville had breathed out in relief and told him 'it was about bloody time' to do just that the day when Harry had expressed his wish to focus on the dragon he was to face rather than the one his twin would fight against.
And so, he had taken his own advice and had spent the next week poring over every book on dealing with dragons he could get his hands on. He had been surprised to find out that the fire that burned in the heart of a dragon was magical, but then again, that did explain the reason why dragon heart strings were used as wand cores. Every single book he and Neville -and Severus, who Harry suspected abused his status as a professor to spend half the night in the library researching on dragons himself- pointed out that yes, a dragon's weakest spot was indeed his eyes. And though he was certain he could get a good curse to strike a dragon in the eyes, somehow, as the days passed, he was becoming more and more determined to complete the task in the most spectacular way possible. Call, him vain, he had decided, but he wanted this one thing for himself; he needed it.
In any case, he practiced a selected few stinging curses that were both powerful -but wouldn't damage a dragon in the long term- and had a good long range-accuracy ratio. It never hurt to be prepared. It was one afternoon, two weeks before the first task, while Neville and Harry were looking into a very promising, large scale spell, when Remus and Sirius walked into the room, looking for the green eyed Potter twin. Harry barely managed to shoot a confused glance at Neville before his godfather and uncle took seats across the table from them.
"Hey, kiddo!" Sirius greeted him, completely disregarding the fact they were in the library.
"Sirius." Harry whispered, his timbre low as he hadn't actually spoken for the past three hours.
"We wanted to talk to you about something." Sirius explained, his voice still too loud for the library. It was no surprise, of course, when the librarian asked him to either lower his voice or leave. And it came as no surprise either when Sirius opted to leave, asking Harry to follow him. Neville simply shook his head negatively when Harry motioned him to come along, a soft smirk on his face. He hadn't told Harry, in case of being proven wrong, but he had had a feeling that, from all his family members, these two would be the ones to approach his brother first, offering what advice they could give. He watched them leave the library before getting back to what he was reading, smiling softly.
"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Harry asked, once they had walked out the room.
"Would you fancy joining us for a walk?" Remus asked, shooting Sirius a furtive glance. "It's harder to be overheard when walking." The werewolf explained as Harry nodded, smiling a little at their paranoia.
"Lead the way." The teen said, and the two Marauders did just that. "So, now that we're walking," Harry continued, "would you like to explain what this is about?"
"Let's start by stating we're proud of you, kiddo." Sirius stated, smiling goofily at his godson. Remus, who was walking on Harry's left was smiling widely too; he looked younger somehow, Harry noted, more relaxed. The Wolfsbane had done wonders, it seemed.
"Thank you." Harry offered, smiling back at them. These two -well, Sirius mostly but Remus had the tendency too- could be quite blunt about how they felt; they would keep their distance, sure, but when they deemed it was time to speak, they would say what they thought or wanted outright.
"No need to." The werewolf assured him. "But that's not the point of our visit." And straight to the point, Harry thought fondly, his eyes sparkling.
"I'm guessing this has something to do with the tournament?" Harry asked, looking at the two adults.
"Correct." Remus offered.
"Go on then."
"First, I have to ask," Sirius began, "have you any idea what you'll be up against?" The dog animagus paled as he worded his question, probably picturing a feral dragon in his mind. He did however look quite determined, as if he was going to proceed with what he had in mind no matter what Harry's answer might be.
"I'm not supposed to." Harry answered, smirking playfully, trying to lift his godfather's spirits a bit. The two adults shared yet another confused glance, not quite knowing what to make of his answer.
"Look, Harry, I understand you're not supposed to know," the dog animagus continued, "but I should tell you Dumbledore has been asking around and he may or may not have let it slip that the other contestants already know…" Harry chuckled, effectively cutting his godfather's explanation short. Of course Dumbledore would do something like that; probably thinking it was the fair and decent thing to have all champions informed like Harry himself had.
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