Dragons speak Parseltongue too, you know

Harry befriends the dragon in the first task, and this makes all the difference. Watch as Harry rebels against the ministry, forms a bond with a dragon the likes of which hasn't been seen in centuries, and goes up against Voldemort! And he might just fall in love along the way... some Dumbles bashing, temporarily bad Ron, and Harry/Hermione/Luna for the pairing!

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9. Butterbeer Caps and Voices

"Well, little one," He said simply, "I guess this is it." And with that, he pushed open the doors...

...and then he jumped back and let the doors swing back closed. 'What the hell am I doing?' He thought to himself as he turned to go back to the dorms. 'Why on Earth would I go in there with the egg? That'll just cause a whole boatload of problems way sooner than necessary! I can just leave the egg in the dorm or something until it hatches. I wonder why Ignis never thought of that...'

He nodded as he continued walking up the stairs. That would be perfect. Unfortunately, Harry was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice he had come upon the trick step. His foot sank down into the staircase and he was thrown off balance. He valiantly fought to regain his balance, only to tumble backwards, right back down the stairs.

Harry groaned as he sat up and did a quick assessment. There were some scrapes and bruises here and there, but he would live. Wait... the egg! Had it survived the drop? He quickly stood up, frantically looking around for the egg, only to realize that he was still holding it. 'That's strange,' He furrowed his brow, 'I could have sworn that I had let go...'

Harry's eyes widened as he realized why Ignis hadn't told him to drop the egg off somewhere out of sight. Just to make sure, he raised the egg up into the air and let go. Nothing. The egg was still there, hanging off his hand like a magnet. 'So that's why... Well, at least I don't have to worry about dropping it.' He thought dryly to himself as he turned back towards the Great Hall.

Fortunately for him, or perhaps not so fortunately, he was late enough that Dumbledore's announcements were finished and dinner had already started. He opened the doors and snuck towards the Gryffindor table as inconspicuously as he could, but, seeing that he was the famous Boy-Who-Lived-To-Have-A-Hyphenated-Nickname-And-Be-Selected-By-The-Goblet-Of-Fire, it wasn't very inconspicuous at all.

At least half of Gryffindor and a good chunk of Hufflepuff were all staring at him and the egg. He shot them a half-smile as he sat between Hermione and Luna, hoping against hope that they would miraculously find something else to occupy them. He had no such luck. He looked around the entire hall to assess the damage when he noticed that Malfoy was getting up to leave with a rather smug look on his face.

"Harry!" Hermione hissed, trying (and failing) to act like nothing was up. "What is that?" Her eyes widened. "Is is the golden egg? Did Ignis help you figure out the clue?"

Harry opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, Luna did it for him. "No." She said calmly. "It's quite obvious, really. Our Harry here has undergone the Dragon Friend ritual, a long forgotten honor that there hasn't been a known case of since Ignotus Peverell, who Harry just happens to be descended from. That's his bonded egg, soon to be familiar, which means that he shared blood with the mother of that egg, presumably Ignis. Now the ministry is going to attempt to take away the egg, but won't be able to because of yet another long forgotten law that the Unspeakables will remind them of. Does that answer your questions Hermione?"

"What?!" Hermione gaped.

"Luna," Harry stuttered in astonishment, "How... How did you know all that?"

Luna blinked and tilted her head innocently. "Oh, was I not supposed to know? I'm sorry Harry, I honestly thought that it wasn't that big a deal. Am I also not supposed to know that you have a very unique birthmark shaped like an otter fishing from the crescent moon on your-"

"I think that that's enough Luna!" Harry butted in quickly, before Luna could tell everyone about the adorable little birthmark he had on his... well, never mind.

Hermione had long since started having a miniature breakdown, which included, but was not limited to, hugging her knees, rocking back and forth, and muttering random things under her breath such as "My cabbages!", "Become one with mother Russia!", and perhaps most disturbingly, "There is something really funky about the back of his head!"

Harry just shook his head and turned to Luna incredulously. "You, Luna Selene Lovegood, are the most strangely well-informed person I have ever met."

"Thank you, Harry James Potter. May I enquire as to why we are using full names?"

"It's for emphasis because... you know what? Never mind. I think you broke Hermione."

Luna took a moment to examine the still rocking girl before calmly walking up to her, taking off her butterbeer-cap necklace, and placing it around the poor girl's neck.

To everyone in the immediate vicinity's astonishment, Hermione stopped rocking at once and blinked a few times before getting up, dusting herself off, and slowly walking back to her seat. "I'm sorry, guys." She said, obviously still a bit confused, "I'm not sure what came over me. Luna, is there some sort of enchantment on this?" She asked as she fingered the necklace.

Luna tilted her head. "No, silly! Some of the main ingredients in Butterbeer have cheering effects, and I made the string that those are laced through with lemongrass and bits of chamomile. Then I dipped in in boiling nutmeg water to bind everything together. The cheering, mind clearing, and calming effects are great for keeping the wrackspurts away."

Hermione's eyes widened. "So, with all the different 'ingredients' of that necklace mixed together, it has the effects of both cheering and calming potions?"

"Yes, but you can't overdose or get addicted." Luna replied.

"Luna, that's brilliant!" Harry chimed in. "Do you think you could make me one?"

Luna blinked. "I knew that there was something that I had forgotten!" She reached into her bag and pulled out two more necklaces that were almost identical to the one that Hermione was wearing. "Here's yours, Harry, and Hermione can just keep the one she has on."

Hermione suddenly turned to Harry, glaring at the sheepishly grinning boy. "What exactly did she mean, you underwent an old ritual and the ministry's going to come after you."

"Umm... Exactly what you just said?"

"Harry James-" Hermione started, but before she could start her lecture on not rushing into things half-cocked, and telling people when he was going to engage in life altering rituals, she was interrupted by Albus Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," The 'grandfatherly' old man started with a smile and that famous damned twinkle of his. "Harry, my boy, may I enquire as to what that is? I know for a fact that that is not the golden egg from the task."

Before Harry could come up with a suitably snarky response, Luna spoke for him. "Oh, hello Headmaster! Are you absolutely certain that there's no infestation of wrackspurts in your office? I could have sworn that I'd seen them."

"Oh no, my dear girl, the wrackspurts haven't bothered me since I defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald." Harry noted that Dumbledore was attempting to 'remind' him that he was the 'leader of the light' and all should follow him and trust whatever he did and all that nonsense. Harry had just opened his mouth to attempt to respond, when, for the second time that evening, he was interrupted before he could even begin.

The doors of the Great Hall burst open and 5 people walked in. Harry had no idea who the first three were; one was a distinguished looking woman who wore a monocle and bore a very faint resemblance to one of the Hufflepuffs in his year. He could tell that the other two were aurors, but they had to be the most bizarre pair that he had ever seen. One was a tall, tall man with very short hair and skin the color of plain coffee beans, and the other was a young girl, no, woman, who had bright pink hair with flashing green and yellow polka dots. The last two Harry recognized quite easily, after all, one had tried to kill him and the other had tried quite hard to get into Harry's good graces.

Lucius Malfoy and Cornelius Fudge were looking quite smug as they scanned the Great Hall, their eyes lighting up like all their Christmases had come at once. "There he is!" The minister said happily in the most pompous voice he could muster. "Aurors, arrest him!"

Dumbledore strode up to the not-so-dynamic duo. "Arrest who, Cornelius?"

Hermione stood up angrily. "And on what grounds!?"

Lucius Malfoy spoke, a smirk on his face. "For the illegal possession of a dragon's egg, we have a warrant for the arrest of one Harry James Potter."

"No, you actually don't." Said a relaxed voice from behind them.

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