Heh...so I had a plot written out but I accidentally threw it away before taking a picture of it... so I'll have to go off what I remember! I'm trying to incorporate all of your lovely ideas into these next few chapters along with my own!

Also, don't forget that you can go back to the 'questions and such' page if you ever have an idea you'd like to see in this book!

Blaise's POV
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I nervously waited for Harry to enter the ring. After all of our make out sessions we finally got around to working with his wand and abilities he could use. He was currently in the tent waiting to be called, and was being treated by dumbledore with protection spells.

The Durmstrangs and Beauxbatons were very angry when they found out that Harry was going to recieve extra help, and were about to get into fights. Ludo Bagman and Barty Crouch were furious at dumbledore also, presuming we was trying to insure that Hogwarts would win.

However after a few days of loud arguments, Harry finally brushed into tears in the middle of the great hall and ran to me for protection against everyone. I had to tell dumbledore, who got pomfrey, to explain the entire situation. Everything was haunted when the black woman strutted in and explained everything, then threatened to mildly injure anyone who was opposed to Harry receiving extra protection spells. (Yes my version of pomfrey is a petite black woman. Fight me.)

After everything was cleared up, the Durmstrangs suddenly went protective over Harry and the Beauxbatons started giving him chocolate and hand made socks and onesies, which made Harry very happy. The two schools agreed to help Harry if his life was ever danger, even if it meant them not winning. They didn't want him or the baby to die.

Right now I was anxiously waiting for him to just get this task over with. I've been so stressed ever since the night before when I was helping Harry train. I mean, what if he gets hurt? I but my lip and sat down, sighing quietly.

Harry finally came out with his wand, everyone screaming and cheering for him. I saw as he let out a small giggle at all of the praise, then waddled toward the egg. The dragon, who was in the corner, suddenly blew fire at him and jumped on the egg. Harry hurried behind a rock and held his stomach, wincing at the sounds of the dragon roaring.

He jumped out and yelled the accio spell, then waited for his broom. The wooden stick came flying in, stopping right by Harry. He climbed on and flew around the dragon to confuse it, but was rewarded with a dragon paw at him. My eyes widened as the dragon broke loose of its chain and started to attack Harry, who looked like he was going to be sick.

I growled and narrowed my eyes at the dragon, who suddenly was stunned and fell over. Harry flew down and grabbed the egg, sprinting back to the tent as everyone cheered his name. All of his friends went running over to the tent to congratulate him, but I only remained frozen in my seat.

What have I done?