It was almost midnight Sunday, on the verge of Monday morning and Harry was sat nervously on the couch in Y/N and Hermione's lounge room with Hermione, who nursed Gizmo on her lap.

Harry had received an owl earlier in the day, and Y/N had not long apparated to meet his uncle.

"So, how are you feeling? Nervous I suppose" Hermione said sadly, quite worried for her friend.

"Packing it" Harry replied nervously. "Professors L/N and Moody have been a big help though. I've got a pretty solid plan, I think. How's Y/N?"

Hermione sighed and chuckled in one, replying honestly:

"You know my boyfriend. He isn't scared of anything. I would say quietly confident, but other than telling me what you told him about Dragons, thank you by the way, he won't say anything to me other than it's all in hand. Doesn't want to worry me I suppose."

She sniffled a little, Harry warmly rubbing her arm before they both jumped as an orange portal opened across the room. They smiled as Sirius stepped through, gasping as he looked around:

"You said Dumbledore had lived up to his word."

The smile on his face grew wider as he saw Harry and Hermione, both standing as he approached.

Harry was so relieved, the last time he had seen Sirius his face had been so gaunt and sunken, but now he was healthy and robust, and looked remarkably younger.

Harry was on him in a moment, the two meeting in a warm embrace.

"My godson" Sirius said happily, Hermione laying a sleeping Gizmo on the couch and then giving Sirius a just as warm hug as he said again happily "my niece-in-law" just as Y/N apparated into the room.

"It's all sorted?" Hermione asked worriedly after releasing the hug, Sirius smiling and opening his mouth to respond before he was cut off by Y/N:

"Yeah, I'll be taking him to the Hog's Head. Aberforth is keeping a room as long as he needs it, your board and food are provided and Aberforth will be delivering meals to your room personally" Y/N said firmly to his uncle.

"Where were you?" Harry asked, Y/N again interrupting:

"He was living in a cave and stealing food. It's lucky I had one of my best people trailing you as soon as you left the manor. Fortunately Aberforth is an ally of the cause."

"What cause?" Harry asked puzzled, Y/N replying with a cheeky smirk "My cause, Harry."

"So Harry, Y/N tells me you didn't put your name in the Goblet of Fire?" Sirius asked with concern. Harry shook his head.

"And tell me about this dream of yours. You mentioned Wormtail and Voldemort. But who was the third man in the room?"

"Dream- wait what dream?" Y/N asked angrily.

"I'm just going to take Gizmo to bed and place a silencing charm on the room. Goodnight, lovely to see you again Sirius" Hermione quickly interrupted, seeing the anger on Y/N's face.

"You too my dear" Sirius smiled, Hermione kissing Y/N and whispering:

"He's been under a lot of pressure."

Y/N nodded and once she had disappeared to their bedroom he turned to Harry and asked:

"Dream?"

"Yeah, it was the morning we left for the World Cup. I don't know who the third man was."

"You didn't catch a name?" Sirius asked.

"No. Voldemort was giving him a job to do. Something important."

"And what was it?" Y/N asked as he exchanged a worried glance with Sirius.

"He wanted... he wanted... me. I don't know why. But he was gonna use this man to get to me."

"Let me see, Harry. Dwell on the memory" Y/N said calmly, his eyes rolling back in his head briefly before they returned to normal.

"Do you recognise him, nephew?" Sirius asked.

"No. No idea unfortunately" Y/N replied.

"But, I mean it was only a dream, right?" Harry asked worriedly. Uncle and nephew exchanged a glance again as Sirius smiled and said:

"Yes, yes only a dream."

"Still, anything like this happens again you need to tell me, alright? I can't protect you if I'm kept in the dark" Y/N said firmly, giving Harry a reassuring smile and squeeze on the shoulder.

"Look, Harry. The Death Eaters at the World Cup, your name rising from the goblet, the wars Y/N fought in... these are not just coincidences. Hogwarts isn't safe anymore."

"Not to mention my Grandfather's warning" Y/N added.

"Warning? What are you both saying?" Harry asked.

"We're saying the devils are inside the walls. Igor Karkaroff? He was a Death Eater. And no one, no one stops being a Death Eater..."

I can think of one Y/N thought to himself.

"...then there's Barty Crouch. Heart of stone. Sent his own son to Azkaban." Sirius explained.

"Do you think one of them put my name in the Goblet?" Harry asked in a panic.

"I haven't a clue who put your name in that Goblet but whoever did is no friend to you. People die in this tournament."

"I'm not ready for this" Harry panicked.

"You don't have a choice, Harry. We've been over this" Y/N replied stoically.

"Keep close to Y/N. He'll protect you best he can" Sirius smiled in an attempt to reassure his godson.

The three spoke for another half an hour before Harry returned to his dorm. Y/N opened a portal for Sirius to his new lodgings.

"What do you think, nephew?" Sirius asked worriedly.

"That was no dream, uncle. Whatever this link is between Harry and Voldemort, his scar... it's far more powerful than we imagined. I need to go see Albus about it, now."

-~-

The day of the first task had finally arrived. Y/N had spent the 48 hours since finding out he would be facing a dragon doing little more than consoling Hermione, Penny, and to a lesser extent Aerith.

Y/N had been calm in class all morning, having Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures before lunch. Hermione's nerves meanwhile were plain for all to see, not just for Y/N but for Harry as well. The group of four were sat at lunch when Professor McGonagall approached, looking as nervous as Harry felt.

"Mr Potter, Mr L/N, its time. I'm to collect you and take you down to the change room for the first task."

Y/N smiled and nodded, and as he stood Hermione shot up, wrapping her arms around Y/N's neck as he lifted her and smiled.

"Good luck baby, I'll be there in the crowd. Good luck"

Y/N smiled and pecked Hermione's lips with a smile that grew into his customary smirk as he whispered:

"Enjoy the show."

Harry got to his feet narrowly as Lavender said with great anxiety:

"Good luck"

"Yeah good luck Harry" Hermione said with a forced smile, trying to remain calm.

"Thanks guys" Harry replied as he and Y/N walked out of the Great Hall with Professor McGonagal. As the trio exited the castle into the cold November air she grabbed Harry's shoulder and said quietly:

"Now don't panic. Just keep a cool head... we've got wizards on hand to control the situation if it gets out of hand... the main thing is just to do your best, and nobody will think any worse of you. Are you alright?"

Harry gulped and nodded, Y/N chuckling on the other side of him and patting him on the shoulder:

"He's fine, professor. Nervous but he's got a solid plan and he just needs to stick to it."

Harry looked at Y/N and smiled weakly, nodding as McGonagal asked:

"And you, L/N?"

"Calm as a Hindu cow" Y/N smiled, causing the professor to chuckle.

The three approached the edge of the Forbidden Forest where there was a huge stadium erected, almost as if by magic, with a small tent on the edge that opened into the large rocky enclosure in the stadium's centre.

"This is where I leave you. Mr Bagman is inside and he will give you a run down of the... procedure. Good luck both of you."

The two entered the tent and Fleur and Krum were already there. Fleur was sat in her uniform but for the first time she didn't look calm, instead pale and clammy. Krum looked surlier than ever. Bagman happy told the two Gryffindors to go and change, they did so wearing matching uniforms...

... one with Potter on the back and one with L/N. When they returned Bagman said to the quartet:

"Right once the crowd is in Barty will come in with the Minister and your Headmasters, they'll have a small bag with models of the uh things you've got to face. Different... varieties you see. There will be a nest when you get out there, and it will be full of eggs. One will be golden, that's what you need to get to end the task. You've got about an hour. Good luck."

Bagman left the tent and Fleur and Krum returned to their corners. Harry and Y/N went to the other side of the tent, Harry pacing in his corner and Y/N sitting with his legs crossed, his back against the tent wall as he closed his eyes looking calm.

Y/N astrally projected out of his body and towards the temporary dragon enclosure in the Forbidden Forest. Y/N had eyes and ears everywhere, he was well aware of Fudge's machinations. He heard the distress from the other three dragons for their missing eggs as he passed seamlessly through the metal cube to come face to face with the largest and most terrifying dragon he had ever seen before.

Where are my eggs? The dragon bellowed as Y/N whispered:

You're... you're a Congolese Devilspawn.

The dragon seemed shocked as it replied:

Who are you? Where are you? How can I hear you?

I am here with you, mighty Dragon, not by body but in spirit. I am to face you soon in a wizarding task. Your eggs will be there, safely, and a golden false egg will be placed among them. I only require this egg, I will simply retrieve it and leave you and your babies in peace.

Peace? There can be no peace for me. Not with those men things who killed my partner, stunned and entrapped me and took my eggs.

Y/N was furious. They murdered a Legendary Creature just to get one to face him in attempt to assassinate him. He would get their names and make them pay.

I am sorry for that, my lady, but I have somewhere you and your babies can live. Somewhere safe. I just ask you don't kill the livestock or anyone who comes from the large house. I have elves that will feed you every day.

I... I thank you, man. I accept.

Y/N. Play along at the start of the task and we will give them all a hell of a shock.

Y/N emerged from his meditative state. Krum was still sulking, Fleur was still stressing and Harry was still pacing. Y/N got up nonchalantly and stretched before he heard a whisper from the back of his side of the tent.

"Y/N, Harry, is that you?" Lavender asked worriedly.

Y/N responded with legilimency:

Is Hermione ok?

He heard back:

She's fine, she's with Aerith and Penny. I just wanted to check up on you guys.

Y/N smiled and replied:

I'm cool, but you might want to go about 12 feet to your right and whisper to Harry. He's shitting bricks.

A moment later Y/N heard whispering from further along the tent.

"Is that you Harry?"

"Yeah"

"How are you feeling?"

"Ok"

The loudspeaker could be heard outside the tent, Dumbledore warning the audience about the very real danger of this task, and that the audience needed to remain in their seats at all times. Almost as if on cue, a dragon could be heard roaring from the Forest.

"The key is to concentrate, Harry. Then after that you just have to-"

"Battle a dragon" Harry replied, cutting Lavender off. She whimpered and suddenly emerged through an opening flap in the back of a tent, squeezing Harry tight in a heartfelt embrace. A camera shot suddenly went off, the two separating in shock as Rita and her photographer emerged in the opening of the tent.

"Yum yum... young love" Rita smiled as Harry and Lavender gave her a Death glare.

"How... stirring" Rita smirked. It was suddenly cut off by a menacing deep voice from the corner:

"Rita... I trust you won't make any... unbreakable mistakes..."

Rita gulped and turned to Y/N, both Harry and Lavender noticing the absolute terror in her eyes as she replied:

"Just a puff piece, my Lord, about how supportive Mr Potter's friends are, my Lord"

And she skuttled out of the tent.

"That was odd" Harry whispered as Lavender hmm'd in agreement before she said "I better go. Best of luck to you all."

She shared a quick smile with Krum before quickly disappearing the way she came.

Y/N sat calmly, cracking his neck as he stood and stretched again, walking over and placing his hand on Harry's shoulder. He smiled reassuringly and spoke in the same manner:

"You remember your plan. You remember your training?"

Harry looked up into Y/N's eyes and nodded, Y/N replying:

"You've got this, Harry"

Harry nodded as Barty Crouch, Cornelius Fudge and the Headmasters entered the tent, smiling. Crouch had a small bag in his hands as he summonded and sorted the four champions:

"Ms.Delacour, then you there Mr.Krum, Mr. Potter and then finally you... my Lord."

Crouch had nearly distain on his lips as he addressed Y/N. He continued:

"Mr Bagman informed you of the process. Ladies first"

He opened the neck of the purple sack in his hand, Fleur reaching in and pulling out a small moving model of a Welsh-Green with a number two around it's neck. It spat miniature flames as she looked up at her headmistress worriedly. Krum was next, pulling out a Chinese Fireball with the number one. Harry anxiously reached in following this, pulling back as he gripped his model and it snapped at his fingers. He looked down and felt like he was going to be sick as he pulled out a model of the Hungarian Horntail with the number three round it's neck.

Y/N then held his hand out, only for the sack to be abruptly pulled away. Fudge coughed and stepped forward:

"Ah yes, well given your... feats and... experiences it was felt by the committee that you should face additional... challenges... in your tasks."

The Minister grinned at Y/N with a sinister glint in his eyes as Albus said quickly:

"I want it on record that I and Madam Maxine still register our disagreement with this motion" to which Maxine nodded and said "Oui."

"And you were outvoted, three to two" Crouch said quickly, lifting another pouch from his pocket and holding it out to Y/N and saying: "If you would, my Lord."

Y/N looked back calmly and reached in, pulling out a model almost twice as large as even Harry's had been, Harry's eyes widening as he looked at the monstrosity in his friend's large hand.

"A Congolese Devilspawn. Very rare, very dangerous" Cornelius smiled as he appeared to hold back a laugh. Y/N simply looked down at the model as miniature fire erupted from its heads, replying completely nonchalantly:

"Cool."

--~--

The competitors had been given five minutes before a cannon erupted and Krum exited the tent. Harry sat and panicked, as roars could be heard, from both dragon and crowd. Bagman's commentary didn't help as he said things like:

"Narrow miss there" "He's taking risks this one"

After about fifteen minutes there was a roar and a cannon shot that could mean only one thing- Krum must have got the egg. It was confirmed moments later by Bagman:

"Very daring and he's got the egg. Now for the judges scores"

No scores were called out and it was assumed by Y/N and Harry that they must be being shown to the crowd. Krum emerged into the tent, smoking on one side of his body from scorchmarks as Poppy raced in after him. He threw his egg on his couch and glared at Y/N as if to say 'beat that.'

Fleur was next out and after about ten minutes the cannon roared again, more clapping followed as Harry began to hyperventilate. He suddenly heard the calming tone of his best friend in his head, reassuring him:

"Relax Harry, relax. You've got this."

After setting up for Harry's turn the cannon erupted and Harry timidly walked out of the tent. He entered a rocky enclosure and looked around as suddenly the Hungarian Horntail landed in front of him.

Harry jumped to the side, just in time to avoid a blast of fire that was aimed directly at him. The crowd ooh'd apart from the Krum supporting Slytherins who thought it was hilarious. Harry dove again, barely missed, his whole plan out of his mind as fear and panic made him lose his composure. He suddenly heard a familiar voice in his head, the same one who had always been there for him.

Your wand, Harry. Your wand.

Harry pulled his wand from his sleeve, yelling "Accio Firebolt" and dodging another potentially fatal blast as his trusty broom flew into the enclosure, Harry leaping on it as he flew up and out of reach of the dragon. He turned and circled back, just missing the golden egg as the angered dragon rose up and broke free of the chains that had been holding her down.

Y/N attempted to whisper, to calm the Horntail, but she was too angry- taking off and following Harry out of the enclosure towards the school and out of Y/N's whispering range. The crowd sat apprehensively, most trying not to panic for five long minutes before Harry reappeared back in sight, looking banged up and his broom coughing and spluttering along, but without a dragon on his tail as he flew down and grabbed the egg to raucous applause.

--~--

Hermione was a bundle of nerves as she gripped on her two sister-in-laws' hands tightly. It had been horribly stressful watching Harry's turn, but it had been ten long minutes of Ministry officials and dragon trainers running too and fro to figure out where the Horntail was and get Harry sorted.

--~--

Harry had been rushed into the tent by two officials, Madam Pomfrey right behind them relieved to see Harry had a few scrapes and a sprained shoulder but was otherwise OK. He was doing far better than Krum who was laying down with magical burn cream all over his face and neck.

Y/N walked over and ruffled Harry's hair, leaning down to give him a brotherly hug and whisper:

"We'll done lad, I told you that you had it in you."

Harry's chest swelled with pride.

--~--

Hermione's anxiety grew as time went on. Her fear though magnified intensely as the arena suddenly magically shifted, allowing for a much larger enclosure and a higher viewing platform for the audience as Ludo Bagman began on commentary again. His words made Hermione, Penny and Aerith's blood run cold:

"Ladies, gentlemen and students in the audience today, it was voted on and decided by the Triwizard presiding committee that given Lord L/N's.... experience... he should be presented with a more difficult challenge... in the interests of keeping this a fair and equitable tournament."

Bagman's announcement was met with loud boos and jeering from the Gryffindor section of the crowd, led by the Weasley twins loudest of all, as Hermione, Penny and Aerith all panicked by what they heard. Bagman quickly continued:

"For that reason Y/N will be facing off against... a Congolese Devilspawn."

The jeers quickly turned into a shocked quiet hum of disbelief. Devilspawns were Legendary Creatures, long thought extinct. The crowd watched as a large metallic cube appeared in the enclosure, the sides fading from existence as the monstrosity within was revealed.

Hermione gasped in horror and shook her head as Lavender squeezed her shoulder from behind supportively. The creature's three heads looked around and roared, smoke emanating from their mouths as the cannon sounded and a whispered frenzied hush broke out across the arena.

Suddenly Y/N appeared. He stood tall and confident... where the other three entrants had been obviously fearful, Y/N stood fearless. The crowd watched astonished as he walked over and stood in front of the three headed dragon, a confident look on his face as he made eye contact with the behemoth. The crowd gasped in unison as the three heads bowed, Y/N nodding in return before he turned and walked to the nest, gripping the golden egg and holding it up high. The crowd was shocked before they erupted in unison, clapping and cheering- Hermione, much like the other two stood and clapped, more in relief than anything.

--~--

The Minister of Magic could not believe what he was watching. It had been an ordeal to get the Devilspawn- more than an ordeal. He'd had to rely on Lillith to imperio three members of the Wizengamot in order to sell their souls to the King of Hell in exchange for the Devilspawn to kill the Lord- Crowley himself had suggested using it- and it had taken the lives of four demon possessed hit wizards to subdue the monster. This bastard had simply nodded at it and taken the egg in less than a minute.

"He cheated. The boy cheated. Why didn't it attack him for Merlin's sake it's a Devilspawn!" Fudge erupted in the V.I.P. box.

"He's a beast whisperer Cornelius. Didn't you know?" Albus smirked at the Minister, knowing full well Y/N had obliterated that knowledge from the Minister's mind at the meeting earlier in the year.

Fudge turned bright purple before turning to Barty Crouch:

"Bewitch it. Make it attack him. NOW!"

"Minister!?!" Professor McGonagall gasped in shock, ignored as Fudge roared again:

"Crouch! Now!!!"

Crouch pulled his wand and did as the Minister demanded.

--~--

Y/N smiled as he looked up at a relieved Hermione before hearing an angered roar as he turned and looked up at the now fiercely pissed off three dragon heads looking back at him. He immediately whispered:

They've bewitched you. We're allies.

He heard back:

You lie, you want my babies.

Y/N sighed. He released the egg and said to himself "well then plan Bit is" before unsheathed his wand:

Sosia

He apparated to the other side of the arena

Sosia

Another part

Sosia

Another

Sosia

Another

Y/N repeated the spell and apparition over and over in quick succession. Each cast of the spell left a double of Y/N, an illusion in its place. He did it twenty or thirty times in under a minute, not only the dragon but the audience couldn't keep up with the real Y/N. When the dragon attacked one illusion it caused the illusion to fade but two more Y/N's would show up in its place.

After 90 seconds Y/N apparated in the nest and grabbed the golden egg, raising it high once again. The crowd erupted in applause once more before gasping as one. Hermione erupted most of all, screaming at her boyfriends success.

Before she stopped horrified. Y/N looked up to see the Congolese Devilspawn lean back and blow with it's three heads combined.

Hermione shrieked and cried, watching her boyfriend engulfed in flames. She wasn't alone, three quarters of the audience was doing the same. Dean pulled Penny into a tight hug as she erupted in tears on one side of Hermione, an act mirrored by Sam with Aerith. Lavender gripped Hermione from behind but looked up with a teary happy gasp and released the hug, shaking Hermione and saying:

"Look 'Mione, look."

Hermione wiped her eyes and looked down. There was Y/N, one hand out shooting a torrent of water towards the flame. Steam was gushing up as flame met water, but he was doing it, he was using all off his genetic power, all of the vast magical stores that coursed around his body, and was directing it out into this stream of water flowing from him, the only thing holding the flames back, keeping him from certain death.

His top was practically gone from his torso which was littered with singe and burn marks, his pants likewise full of burnt holes. This was the last thing on his mind though as he concentrated all of his significant magical power on pushing back the flames from the three headed monster across from him.

"Stop this! See reason! I am not your enemy!" Y/N roared. With a final grunted exertion the water was pushed back to the dragon's faces, pushing it backwards as it fell. It's front left leg lifted, connecting with Y/N's face as it did.

Y/N fell back, a spray of blood hitting the sand next to him as he fell, aware of the severe pain on the left side of his face as well as the sudden inability to see out of his left eye.

FINE

Y/N roared in an ungodly deep tone, one that sent a cold shiver down the spines of those in the audience that knew of the archon. In a last ditch effort Y/N reached up to the heavens, which seemed to darken and crackle, as lightning flashed down into him and out of his outstretched right arm- the First Wand in his right hand flashing blue as it fired the electrical torrent at the Devilspawn.

The poor bewitched creature shrieked in pain before falling to its side, beaten and unconscious. Y/N dropped to one knee, breathing heavy as blood ran down his face to his scorched chest. He willed himself up and gingerly stepped forward, holding up the golden egg once more to his adoring and bewildered audience, before he staggered and fell down on his back.