The First Task

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Katrina's POV

I got up on Sunday morning and dressed so inattentively that it was a while before I realized I was trying to pull my hat onto my foot instead of my sock. One of the few benefits to having my own room, nobody saw that! When I finally got all my clothes on the right parts of of my body, I hurried off to find Hermione, locating her at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, where she was eating breakfast with Ginny. Feeling too queasy to eat, I waited until Hermione had swallowed her last spoonful of porridge, then dragged her out onto the grounds with Harry. There, we told her all about the dragons, and about everything father had said, while we took another long walk around the lake.

Alarmed as she was by Sirius's warnings about Karkaroff, Hermione still thought that the dragons were the more pressing problem.

"Let's just try and keep you two alive until Tuesday evening," she said desperately, "and then we can worry about Karkaroff."

We walked three times around the lake, trying all the way to think of a simple spell that would subdue a dragon. Nothing whatsoever occurred to any of us, so we retired to the library instead. Here, Hermione and I pulled down every book we could find on dragons, and all three of us set to work searching through the large pile.

"Talon-clipping by charms...treating scale-rot...' This is no good, this is for nutters like Hagrid who want to keep them healthy..."

"Hey! I'm not a nutter!" I exclaimed as I looked up at this comment.

"Whoops sorry Kat, you know what I meant," Harry grumbled. I rolled my eyes, boys...

"Dragons are extremely difficult to slay, owing to the ancient magic that imbues their thick hides, which none but the most powerful spells can penetrate...' But Sirius said a simple one would do it..."

"Let's try some simple spell-books, then," said Harry, throwing aside "Men Who Love Dragons Too Much." How sexist - how about females who like dragons? I thought to myself.

Harry returned to the table with a pile of spellbooks, set them down, and began to flick through each in turn, Hermione whispering nonstop at his elbow.

"Well, there are Switching Spells...but what's the point of Switching it? Unless you swapped its fangs for wine-gums or something that would make it less dangerous....The trouble is, like that book said, not much is going to get through a dragon's hide....I'd say Transfigure it, but something that big, you really haven't got a hope, I doubt even Professor McGonagall...unless you're supposed to put the spell on yourself? Maybe to give yourself extra powers? But they're not simple spells, I mean, we haven't done any of those in class, I only know about them because Kat and I've been doing O.W.L. practice papers...."

"Hermione," Harry said, through gritted teeth, "will you shut up for a bit, please? I m trying to concentrate." I almost told him off for sounding a bit rude, but in the end decided to keep reading.

I stared hopelessly down the index of Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed. Instant scalping...but dragons had no hair...pepper breath...that would probably increase a dragon's firepower...horn tongue...just what we needed, to give it an extra weapon...

"Oh no, he's back again, why can't he read on his stupid ship?" said Hermione irritably as Viktor Krum slouched in, cast a surly look over at the three of us, and settled himself in a distant corner with a pile of books. I giggled, she could be so clueless sometimes. "Come on, you two, we'll go back to the common room...his fan club'll be here in a moment, twittering away...."

And sure enough, as we left the library, a gang of girls tiptoed past us, one of them wearing a Bulgaria scarf tied around her waist.


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