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Dragon Duel	By : InvidiaRed Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5537 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I make no money off of this fanfiction. Harry Potter and its world isn't mine. Any and all resemblance is entirely coincidental. Again, All fun and practice.

Chapter List
- 1-To War With A Dragon
- 2-Chapter 1: The Vulgarity of Power
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"Dumbledore I would speak with you."

Igor Karkaroff spat angrily.

"There is not much to add to what we have previously stated." The headmaster of Hogwarts had weathered the outrage and the storm of the other two headmasters.

"If I had known you had such a monster in attendance, I would not have agreed to the Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore was patient as always to someone with such a short temper. It seemed Igor wanted another round to showcase his immense displeasure.

"But you did not." Albus Dumbledore agreed just to get the conversation going again.

"You have shamed Durmstrang and Beauxbaton!" Dumbledore placed his hands together on his desk.

"The esteemed Madam Olympe Maxime graceful as a dancer does not share your views Igor."

"Bah!" Igor refuted.

"You must be pleased with yourself Albus Dumbledore!" The severe headmaster of Durmstrang spat.

"To have a dragon slayer in attendence. I don't think even you could do such a thing!"

Dumbledore nodded. "Certainly beyond the dark lord's mien in anycase." Albus looked innocent. The insult was fully intended.

Igor's face tightened.

"You should not gloat Albus."

"On the contrary, Igor." Albus clasped his hands strictly for a moment as he leaned back into his chair.

"You would not understand Igor. Your teaching methods differ from mine."

"I would spare Harry from learning the curse of strength Igor Karkaroff."

The poison of fear is not something to cultivate, fellow Headmaster." Albus kept his tone level. It was an old argument far older than Igor himself.

Alas! Alas, Indeed his words were wasted on the foolish. Who would not, could not understand. Albus knew perfectly well how dangerous that peak was how lonesome it was. Long had he been condemned to look down as the wizarding world desperately looked up.

... Perhaps, He had always known that Harry would never be normal could never be normal even amongst wizardkind. Harry had yet to feel how sweetly the limelight sang as it took over the mind of its host!

Or the pall of the shadow that glory could cast. Lesser wizards and witches would drown in that caliginous depth. They would harm themselves attempting to reach that peak that came to Harry so naturally?

So easily would jealously spread. That isolating pinnacle was not a place any should be cast. Envy breeds eerily swift beneath that suffocating gloom.

How would the wizarding world cope? The overcast alone that pedestal made!

That darkness would only grow as days and the years passed! For Harry's only crime was to touch his fingertips into the realm of Legend.

A transgression that no mere wizard or witch would voice. Fewer would even be capable of articulating it. Such the transgression he did commit.

The truth of the matter was clear to see. So deftly did Harry breach that place that Merlin dwelled. Where legend and myth were real.

With luck, Harry James Potter would avoid the fate of Icarus and too close to the sun!

The Headmaster of Durmstrang slammed his hands on the table thunderously. Albus was grateful it pulled him his reverie.

"He is strong and the weak should recognize it!" Albus remained still.

"He has already done more at Hogwarts than most wizards will have accomplished in a lifetime Karkaroff. Do not think to strip him of what remains of his childhood!"

Igor Karkaroff rubbed his goatee and its small curl. His eyes tightened.
"What aren't you telling me? Albus? How much are you keeping from me and Maxime?" He demanded.

"You speak as if he has seen battle. As if he has clashed and proved his mettle."

Igor blinked. Distrust and there beneath it all. Albus Dumbledore could see it.

As the uncertainty, the discomfort at the unknown. At not knowing what Dumbledore did.

The crux of the issue. Albus Dumbledore could see it clearly. What gadflied Igor Karkaroff most of all could not be understated.

As a dark wizard that respected only strength. Igor indeed had been a death eater. Albus sincerely doubted his apparent change of heart. He'd been there at that trial.

Igor Karkaroff at heart was a pragmatist. He knew better than anyone how quickly the tide could turn. The writing on the wall as it were. Dumbledore knew well that many death eaters owed their stay in azkaban was due to the man before him.

Despite all the bluster and irksome contrarian quarrel.

Igor Karkaroff had made the same calculation as he did. If not thrice or more.

He did not believe Durmstrang's Champion. Viktor Krum a wizard in the final year of schooling. Would be able to best Harry four years his junior. How damning that even now, even here. Igor Karkaroff could not imagine the victor as anything other than Harry.

It was self-evident in his shoulders, in his quarrelsome nature. It rankled him, stirred that short temper even as it cut him to the quick. The enormity of that mental admission.

The headmaster of Durmstrang itself could not fathom Viktor Krum being the victor of a confrontation between Harry and him. That was the difference. The irreconcilable difference such was the gulf.

That separated champions.

It was not any single issue. It wasn't the dragon...

It was that Harry took down the most aggressive, the most vicious, and among the dragons of the challenge, the worst of them.

Harry James Potter had always been capable. But... Puissant...

Albus was forthright with himself on this as well. In taking down that dragon. If he was honest. Cedric Diggory would not stand a chance. Wand to wand, he could not see the older boy the winner in that confrontation.

The other champions if they were smart would try to in tandem take down such a formidable rival. Dumbledore's heart quailed at the thought.

"Alas." Albus Dumbledore spoke. Harry had truly put a target on his back. He had shown the wizarding world precisely what he was capable of.

Albus was perturbed of course. Avada Kadavara, The Killing Curse alone required great skill, intent and power. For someone so young, it was terrible enough on its own. Moody had to have shown him.

It was not Harry's Signature Spell... There was a knock at the door before the overwhelming prescense came into the room

Madam Olympe Maxime. Headmistress of Beauxbatons.

Albus was glad of heart to see her towering frame. There was a scowl on her face.

There was clink of chain. She laid the thick chain before Albus Dumbledore.

"Enough of Zat." She dismissed Igor with a flick of her wrist dismissively.

Clearly, it was the hefty, thick chain made to contain dragons. Had it been wrenched apart by the dragon's sheer strength? Anyone could have assumed it was simply unlucky.

However, Madam pointed with her wand for emphasis. The chain had been cleft neatly in twain.

A potent severing charm had neatly sliced through the links. That dragon had not escaped on its own! But whom? And why?!

"Sabotage." She slowly and pointedly stated.

"Yes, I do believe so."

Albus Dumbledore stated brow furrowed.

Ghoulish green brilliance cascaded from his wand and drowned the world. Harry couldn't see his surroundings. Such was the curse he had cast...

Harry James Potter stirred to wakefulness.

His emerald green eyes slowly opened as he sat up and stretched, his hands instinctively going towards the nightstand as he blurrily reached for his glasses.

He put on his trusty glasses and sighed in contentment as the blurry world came into focus.

It was the hospital wing and he was in his warm blue pajamas tucked in. "Where is everyone?" He asked as he spied the giant golden egg on the nightstand right next to where his glasses had been.

For a moment he didn't understand as his waking mind struggled to full awareness... And then. That ghoulish green star!

It dawned on him.

The duel between a dragon and himself came rushing back. The thrill of facing a monster in combat, The terror of facing a creature so clearly monstrous.

Someone had attempted to steal that egg. The breath caught in his chest.

The rushing sound of death itself. The unnatural silence, the green star that erupted into existence as he slew a dragon with the killing curse in front of a wide audience!

The empty silence was deafening as Harry looked about. Where was his best mates?

Where was Hermione? Where was Ron?

His heart clenched. Harry gingerly took his glasses off, he didn't wish to see the defined and detailed world for a few moments.

There was no one here. Which meant! Harry had always been there for them! Where were they?

Like a dam, a single tear slid. Harry refused to cry! As he angrily rubbed his eyes until the urge past.

The damn burst as tears slid down his face. DRAGON SLAYER!

Plastered with the biggest possible letters on the face of the daily prophet.

Harry did not understand. Incomprehension reverberated endless as he threw the daily prophet.

Potty Did A Naughty! Potty Did A Naughty! Peeves sang irreverently

"Shut Up Peeves!" Harry spat only for the poltergeist to laugh.

Potty Did A Naughty! You Broke The Rules. You Broke The Rules! The poltergiest sang.

Eventually, Peeves lost interest in mocking Harry and left the hospital wing.

"Ah! Harry! Good to see you." Harry blinked as his stupor of incomprehension lifted.

With blond hair, blue eyes and rosy skin a man excitedly raced to shake his hand. Incredulity raced across his face. Gone was incomprehension, and Harry wasn't sure if he preferred it.

Such was the cloying unwillingness to believe what was transpiring. Someone was glad to see him and Harry could feel his entire body shake such was the enthusiasm and vigor of the handshake.

"Ludo Bagman! At your service! Can I get you anything? Water perhaps?" Ludo towered over his bedside and seemed to be incredibly thrilled he was awake and aware.

"Er... Sure?" Harry stammered.

"Excellent! Marvelous!" Bagman flicked his wand and poured Harry a glass of water.

Harry held the glass and downed it as Ludo Bagman congratulated him.

"Such a stupendous show!"

"Spetacular display!" Ludo crowed. "Er..."

"Thank you?" Harry felt that the question mark was fully stated in this unexpectedly awkward moment.

Harry did not know this man. "May I have the honor to practice with such a gifted quidditch player?"

Harry breathed in happily. "Qudditch!"

"You must be a seeker." Ludo Bagman.

Harry took a sip and nodded. "How'd you know?" He asked. "You were so graceful!"

"I am Ludovic Bagman. You can call me Ludo." The blond man preened. I was a Beater for the English National Qudditch Team and before that I was Beater for the Wimbourne Wasps!" Ludo bragged.

"I feel like I have grown uncomfortably lax. Ludo patted his belly embarrassingly. "I feel like I've gone to seed." He laughed half heartedly.

"So then. Seeker I ask again. Will you put me through my paces?"

Harry gazed at the strange man. He knew quidditch. That was enough for him as Harry pressed back everything else. This man wanted to train?

"Prove, that you can keep up first." Harry stated solemnly. It was different, new strange unknown to him.

Ludo Bagman chuckled. " Oh, I think you'll find that I can go the distance!" Ludo challenged. It was oddly refreshing. From one player of the game to the next.

If Ludo wanted to get back into shape. Who was he to disagree? Harry would not go easy on the belly for sure! Seekers had a regimen... It sent his mind awhirling. The world had changed but this part of it at least.

This part was the same and for that it was welcome. The man seemed to care about what happened and so. Harry really didn't put much effort in finding an excuse.

"Well then, Ludo Bagman." Harry stated lightly. "When I am recovered and discharged from the hospital wing. I will indeed put you to the test." Harry agreed.

He downed the water and put it next to his bedside. The sight of Madam Pomfrey speeding towards them.

Ludo was shooed out of the hospital wing and he was quite grateful to see him go. He adored Madam Pomfrey.

He couldn't help but grin and fluffy his pillow.
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