I had already written a lot before I spotted your edit so I'm going with what you had before.

IdSayWhyNot, nice challenge! Hopefully I'll have the strength to write it today. If not then tomorrow.

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Collect a golden egg? What golden egg?

The beautiful Fleur Delacour stuck her hand into the bag and withdrew what looked like a miniature model of a dragon.

A dragon.

That was he was facing.

Momentarily his head spun and he clutched the table in front of him. The purple bag was passed around by Bagman. Harry stuck his hand into it and pulled out a miniature black dragon.

“The Hungarian Horntail” said Bagman, lifting his head up to look at him.

Harry faintly listened to Bagman speak. They were suppose to face a dragon. How was he going to do that? There was nothing about dragons that he knew, except that they were big and that one of Ron's brothers worked with them. Suddenly the large tent seemed very oppressive and the air very hot. His ears were ringing.

Bagman said something to Diggory who looked almost as shaken as himself before approaching him to say something which he couldn't quite hear.

“Sir? I didn't... hear what you just said” said Harry nervously.

“Come here Harry” Bagman's voice took on a more concerned edge this time.

Harry followed Bagman out of the tent to some trees near by. Coming to a stop, the man put his hands on Harry's shoulders, looking even more concerned and asked “Are you okay”.

“I'm fine” Harry replied feeling anything but.

Bagman lowered his face closer to Harry's level. “You don't look fine. I can give you some advice to help you-”

“No” interrupted Harry. “I'll be fine” he finished quickly.

Was he offering for him to cheat? Harry couldn't do that, it wasn't fair. But wait, when had his life ever been fair? He never wanted to compete in this tournament that he somehow was entered into. Nothing in his life had ever been his choice, and now he was going up against a dragon! Harry wondered if he would even survive... No, why did he always have to be the one to play fairly?

A whistle was blown and Bagman darted off. In a moment Harry made his decision.

“Wait!” He looked at Bagman, still unsure about go about how to go about asking what he shoudn't.

Bagman seemingly understood, walking to Harry quickly, leaning down and whispering “A Conjunctivitus Curse to the eyes should do the trick” He winked. “I have to go now, good luck Harry” said Bagman before running off.

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Every one was staring down at him, Harry vaguely saw as he stood frozen in his position. A gigantic black scaled dragon, wings half opened, stared back at him. Seconds ticked by. The dragon stood to full height, almost as high as the stands, and as if sensing his nervousness, roared. A ball of fire flew at him and Harry barely dived out of the way, missing the fire by mere centimeters. Harry heard some people beginning to jeer.

He ran forward and aimed his wand at the dragon's head. It was now or never. “CONJUNCTIVITO!”

A thin purple curse flew at the dragon's head... and missed. The horntail lowered its neck and opened its maw, probably ready to roast him.

Harry continued to sprint, turning to the side to avoid the next jet of fire. Maybe... just maybe he could grab the egg and come back. He aimed his wand and fired off another Conjunctivitus Curse. Miraculously this one connected, he could hear the dragon's roar of pain and the subsequent “OOOH!” from the crowd. The dragon, now clearly disoriented with its eyes closed lumbered away, leaving its nest wide open. Seeing this opportunity, Harry darted the remaining 20 meters to the nest and grabbed the golden egg, sure that the task couldn't be this easy.

It wasn't. The dragon now had managed to open one eye, now purple instead of its usual yellow, and it seeing Harry with one of its eggs, sent a hot fiery jet at him. Harry's eyes widened.

Quickly to his mind came a spell that he'd read about during one of his few midnight study sessions with Hermione days before the task. It was a spell he couldn't cast after trying for an hour. With time so short he had skipped over it in favor of what he could do but now...

“Protego!” yelled Harry. A thin blue translucent shield appeared in front of Harry and it held off the fire.

For a mere two seconds. He dimly heard Albus Dumbledore's loud voice before pain like never before hit him! For a second he saw red everywhere and his skin turning black and curling. He could no longer see. For several more moments, he could feel himself burning away, the pain consumed every portion of his skin and then everything stopped.

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The world was groggy for Harry Potter as he awakened. He tried to open his eyes but they wouldn't budge. There was sound all around him, several voices around the room. Then silence.

“Harry” said a soft female voice he couldn't recognize. “Can you hear me?”

Harry tried to open his mouth to reply but he couldn't. He tried to raise a finger but he couldn't do that either. Suddenly he realized he couldn't feel anything. Panicking Harry attempted to move any portion of his body but everything seemed stuck. The only thing he could make out was the back of his head touching a silky bed sheet.

“Relax Harry.” The soft melodic voice again. “I can tell that you are awake. I am sure you have many questions.” A pause. “My name is Healer Laurent of the Parisian Institute of Magical Healing. Your burns are bei....” Another pause. “b... being treated. Now you must sleep.”

Harry tried to protest but he couldn't move! Dimly he heard a whispered incantation before he knew no more.

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“Oh Harry....”

That voice was familiar.

“I'm so sorry” said the voice faintly. Wait, this voice sounded like Headmaster Dumbledore! With a growing horror, he could hear his headmaster faintly crying.

He began to hear Dumbledore speaking in a faltering voice he had never before heard from the headmaster.

“Harry now you need to rest, we are trying every...” The voice became too faint for him to hear. For an indiscernible period of time, he tried to make out what Dumbledore was saying but could only hear distant noises. “Th... he...drago... Vold... three yea...” Straining even more, he could only make out one more word.

“Prophecy”

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Dumbldore stood beside the hospital bed, small tears streaming down his face. Around him a few mediwitches worked on the other patients in the large white room.

In front of him lay a small blackened husk. A half ovalish mass of blackened skin that had once been the head was attached to a similar looking loose piece of skin that had formerly been the neck. Lower, a larger blackened mass was connected to this. From it jutted a cylindrical shaped chunk of flesh that angled away and went down a quarter of a meter.

It was all that was left of the body.

 

Can someone give one to me?

 

One could never really call a year at Hogwarts dull, but compared to his last six, Harry was bored. What with Voldemort gone and all, it all seemed so... mundane now. While by no means did he miss the yearly attacks on his life, he sincerely wished something would happen.

And with no annual mystery to solve, he had to find something else to occupy his time. Which is what lead him here, standing in front of a plain wooden door, in a seemingly average Hogwarts hallway, with a very odd job to do. Glancing down at his father's map, he made sure he was in the right place before he pushed the door open.

The hinges made a terrible squeaking noise. He winced, glancing around carefully before stepping inside and shutting the door in one smooth motion. He ignored the second squeak and prayed to whatever wizard god there was that Filch wouldn't hear. Turing around, he found himself in a broom closet. How anticlimactic, he thought to himself. The place reeked of watermelon bubblegum, for one reason or another, and a pair of underwear from what had to be the fifties, based on their design, lay in the corner. Not that I know much about women's underwear, Harry thought bitterly to himself, thinking of that god awful purity ring on Ginny's finger. He heard a noise to his left and turned to find what, or rather who, he was waiting for.

"Peeves, " he greeted warmly.

"Potter," the poltergeist replied in a business like tone. It contrasted oddly with his maniacal smile. Harry reached into his pocket and removed the merchandise. Handing it over, he threw in a request.

"Fred and George send their greetings. Make sure you get Malfoy good with a few of 'em." Peeves, who had been staring at him this whole time with a contemplating look on his face (though the devious smirk remained), seemed to come to a decision.

"Follow me Potter." Harry detected the first hint of glee in his voice since the meeting, if you could call it that, began. Slightly worried, he did as he was told. After all, he had nothing better to do at three in the morning.

After trailing Peeves through multiple passageways, they ended up at Moody's Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom. The ex-auror had come back to teach for his seventh year, as "that wasn't the first dark lord and it sure as hell won't be the last. Can't let the little bastards relax". Peeves just floated straight through the door, while Harry spent twenty minutes attempting to detangle the wards on it.

Exhausted, he walked through, only to have a water balloon dropped on his head. He sighed, casting a drying charm.

"Constant vigilance, Potter!" said Peeves, and surprisingly, Moody, in sync. He stared at his defense professor, asking the question that didn't need to be voiced aloud.

"Peeves helps me out sometimes. Keeps the students on edge. It's good practice for them. Nice work with the warding. Impressive!" Moody replied, with his own maniacal smile. Harry couldn't bring himself to be surprised by this. Instead he just looked around. The room seemed different in the dark. He spotted a lever in the corner to the right. Walking over to it, he ran a finger along it, feeling the layers of dust rub off on his finger pad.

"So what would happened if I pulled this lever?" He asked, but didn't wait for a reply. He had always been reckless, but the boredom lately had increased his natural recklessness to a dangerous level.

"Potter! Don't!" It was Peeves. He seemed genuinely frightened. Harry tensed, figuring he'd just let loose some terrible creature , or doomed them all to a life as sex slaves to Severus Snape.

But nothing happened. Harry looked around, slightly disappointed. Well, not about the sex slave thing, that was a relief. But a terrible creature would be a welcome at this point. Moody strode purposely towards the door. He cracked it open, peaked through, then slammed it as hard as he could. Harry, curious, ignored his sense of self preservation, which was currently screaming at him that whatever was scary enough to frighten Moody was way out of his league.

Opening the door, he found himself looking at, not the hallway leading to the defense room, but a bedroom. Glancing at the bed, he froze.

There, tangled in each other's arms, were Minerva McGonagall and Severus Snape.

Slamming the door as quickly as he could, he ran to the accursed lever and pulled it. He glanced down at his father's map, making sure whatever the fuck that was was undone. Glancing once more at Moody, who had gained some composure, but not much, and Peeves, who just looked confused, he ran from the room and straight back to his dorm.

He was back in his bed minutes later, attempting in vain to banish the horrid image from his mind. I'd rather willingly bring Voldemort back than ever witness that again, Harry thought, before falling into what would undoubtedly be a nightmare filled sleep.



All I could think of.

 

Wall of text.

EDIT: Okay, you fixed it.

 

Yeah, I type in Word, so I forget to put spaces between paragraphs. I'm used to just using tab to indent.

 

Challenger: Master of life: Vigilance

Line (dialogue): "Professor Flitwick! It's Ginny - she's been taken into the chamber!"

Length: 500 -5000 words.

Time: As long as you need

Edit: I should probably mention that this idea was stolen from Memory King in the plot bunny thread.

 

Groundhog Day! : D

 

I want nothing but utter-pwnage by Flitwick in this fic.

As per TGYH rules, posting in this thread makes me liable to accept challenges. So hit me with one.

(No time limit though. I will be gone soon.)

 

I have 5 listed on the previous page and only one has been used. However, here is another. It is a line taken from book 7.(IDK if someone else has issued the line in a challenge yet)

Challenger: NightSpy (Or anyone else who wants it)
Line: "And the last enemy that shall be defeated... is death."

 

Someone hit me with another challenge. The last one was awesome to write. Bonus to whoever gives me one with Filius in it (I'm jealous of the one with him in the chamber.)

 

Challenger: IdSayWhyNot
Line: "Wingardium leviosa!"
Length: 500-1000 words-ish.
Time: Whatever you get in under an hour!

 

Challenger: IdSayWhyNot
Line:“No!" Flitwick exclaimed, "You’ll do no more murder at Hogwarts!”
Length:1K
Time :2H

 

I'm taking Lord Anarchy's, Alec. The levitation spell is just too general to write about.

I'll post it later... Swear I'll write it under two hours. Sorry, something came up.

 

I'd be appalled and shocked if you'd taken "wingardium leviosa" over that, haha.

 

I'll get to it in the morning then.

 

I'd like to give one a go. Someone throw me a challenge, preferably without a time limit ;_;.

 

Challenger: Red
Line: "'I'm sorry, my boy. I can't help you. You're on your own this time', said Dumbledore."
Length: 1k-3k words-ish.
Time: None

 

Challenger: Eidolonic
Line: For a split second Lord Voldemort saw the green light of the killing curse approach him. Then the world turned black as he lost all of his senses. Then... then he woke up.
Length: Any
Time: Any

I think you guys can tell what movie this challenge was inspired by.

 

I'm thinking Married with Children. Al Bundy would definitely dream of being Voldemort.

 

Nooooooo! don't ruin the challenge. You might just get someone else to do what your suggesting.