Harry Potter one shots

Hey Dragon Neville x reader (part 1)

The song that You are going to sing in the story is NOT mine. All the rights go to the amazing and talented StarKid. The song is from A Very Potter Musical and is once again 100% not mine. I put the song up and Recommend watching before reading.
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" Play to your strengths." You mimic. "He's delusional." You and your best friend Neville had just got done talking with professor Moody. You were about to battle a Fricking  dragon and the only advice you could get was from a drunken professor.

"Listen (y/n), I know you have a lot on your mind. But maybe he's right." You scoffed. You and Neville had been there  for eachother through thick and thin. You don't know what you would do with out him. But this was one thing he couldn't understand.

He wasn't the chosen one. He wasn't being hunted by the most powerful dark wizard ever. He hadn't just been entered in the most dangerous tournament in the whole wizarding World. You loved him but he was wrong about this.

" (y/n) listen. You love theatre and you have an amazing voice and maybe-" for some reason you snapped. "Maybe what!? I can softy sing the dragon to sleep? oh my god what am I doing. I'm so sorry Neville. I'm just stressed and harry-" Tears started pooling in your eyes.

"It's fine (y/n. I understand." that's one thing about Neville. He was the most caring person ever. "Thanks Neville. Your the best."

The champions tent
"All right champions!" Boomed the voice of Bagman. "Gather around." At the sound of his call the five teens lined up. Cedric was first.

"OK boys and girls, In this bag are replicas of real dragon that of which you will be facing today. To make this fair you will blindly stick your hand in the bag and out a dragon. Mr. Diggory I believe you are first."

Cedric nervous stuck his hand in the bag and pulled out a small, but realistic, bluish gray dragon. " Oh yes the Swedish short-snout. Good pick Mr. Diggory. Now miss. Delacour."

Fleur, who looked like she might faint, suck in her hand and hesitantly pulled out a small green dragon. "The common Welsh Green. Now Mr.Krum."

Viktor bravely marched up to the bag and pulled out a super small, aggressive looking dragon. "woo the Chinese Fireball. Now you Mr. Potter."

You gave Harry a quick hug before he stepped up to the bag. He reluctantly stuck his hand in and pulled out a small dragon with ridges on its back. You bursted out laughing. Harry frowned. "It's Norbert all over again." You were one of the only people that knew about Norbert, so of course while you were dying of laughter everyone was staring at you. "OK Miss. Potter you are up next."

You gave Harry a thumbs up before reaching your hand I'm the bag. Your heart drop to the floor when you pulled out a black, scaly, yellow eyed dragon. "The Hungarian Horntail. Good luck." Good luck was right. As soon as you told Hermione about the first task she made you study every kind of dragon there is. And the Hungarian Horntail was by far the worst.

You sat in silence holding Harry's hand. "What A Marvelous display form Mr. Krum. Next up we have Mr. Potter." yelled Bagman from the stands.

Before Harry could stand you tackled him in a bear hug. "Good luck my dear brother. Tell Norbert I said hi." Harry just rolled his eyes and left, leave you all alone.

"What a turn of events form Mr. Potter. Up next, battling the Hungarian Horntail, (Y/n) Potter." You grab your Phoenix feather wand slowly got up. 'How am I supposed to do this?'  You thought walking out of the tent.

Your heart was beating a million times faster. As soon as you got out the vicious dragon swung his huge tail at you hitting your lest cheek, causing you to go flying behind a rock.

Then professor Moody and Neville's voices ran through your head. Play to your strengths. You love the theater...

"Accio guitar!" You practically scream. Finally your precious wooden guitar came soaring towered You.

You caught it just in time and started strumming while students started snickering. You started singing. You didn't know what, but that was the least of your problems.

"Hey dragon
You don't gotta do this
Let's reevaluate our opinions
Throw away our Old presumptions
Cause really you don't wanna go
Through this

I'm really not that special
The Twins who lived are only flesh
And bone
The truth is in the end
I'm pretty useless without friends
In fact I'm alone...
Just like now...
Anyhow

I spend my time at school
Trying to be this cool girl I
Never even asked for
I don't know any spells, still manage
To do well but there's only
So long that can last for

I'm living off the glory
Of a stupid children's story that I
Had nothing to do with

I just sat there and got lucky
So level with me buddy
I can't defeat thee...
So please don't eat me...

All I can do
Is sing this song for you
Lalalalala
Rarararara
Lalalalala

That's right dragon
You never asked to be a dragon
I never asked to be a champion
We just jumped on the band wagon
But all we need is guitar jamming

Lalalalala
Rararara
Lalalalala

To your relief and amazement the dragon walked around in a few circles, laid down, and fell asleep. "Good night Dragon." You whisper.

Then you come back to reality and remember by you Were there. You bolted to the shimmering golden egg and lifted it over your head. The crowd erupted in cheers and chanted your name. "(Y/n)! (Y/n)!"

Harry came running out of the champions tent "You did it (y/n)!" He cried. You ran up to him and tackled him in yet another bear hug. "I love you sis." he whispered.

"Love you too bro." You finally let him go just to be pulled into another hug by Neville. But you didn't want a hug. You quickly pulled back and collided your lips with his...
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Part 1 of 3

To be continued...