Odin In The Wizarding World

Times is flying by and the day of the tournaments first challenge has finally come. Two days ago, Harry had told him what exactly the first challange entailed, that beeing a fight against an actual dragon.

Now only minutes before the actual event, all champions, aside from Irena and Edward himself are nervously walking around inside their relatively large tent that is part of the arena, in abdolute silence. From outside they can all hear the crowds cheering and people taking, while placing bets on the champions.

Walking over to Irena, who is launching on a recliner, Edward sits down beside her. To appease Karkaroff, he like every body else, is wearing tourney robes that represent his school, in Krums and his case that being a simple red robe, a brown sweater with the Durmstrang sigil in red, lack sweatpants and black fingerless gloves.

''God, I hate these costumes!...'' States Edward, before leaning over to Irena asking her. ''... And what is your strategy regarding your dragon?''

''Oh, nothing to fancy. I prefer a sirect approach...'' Says Irena, before durther elaboraying. ''... I either beat that lizard into submission or I simply slay it. What about you?''

''Largely the same, although I would prefer taiming, instead of slaying it...'' Answers Edward honestly, before getting an idea. ''... How about we make things a little bit more interesting?''

''What are you thinking of?...'' Asks the former Valkyrie Queen before remembering who she is talking to. ''... But no cheap tricks or loopholes through the exact wording!''

Placing one hand over his heart and one behind hia back, he swears. ''I swear it will be a honest competition!...''

Knowing most of Odins trixs, Irena instantly interrupts him. ''Show me your other hand, before swearing... I know you to good to fall for your trix. I know from who Loki got most of his tricks...''

Looking slightly embarest for getting figured out, Edward shows his hand, saying. ''Got me there... As you wish, a fair competition.''

Nodding happily, Irena demands. ''Good... Now tell me the specifics.''

''Your ish my comand...'' Says Edward, before explaining the bet he came up with. ''Who ever slays or taims his or her dragon faster wins. If only one of us is able to taim his or her dragon, that one will be declaired the winner, reguardless of the time it took him or her to do it, since taiming takes more skill than slaying.''

''Sounds reasonably to me...'' Says Irena after dwelling on the exact wording, before asking. ''... What are the stakes?''

Smitking, he tells her. ''How about a favour... within reason naturally?''

''Naturally...'' Despite not trusting his smirking face, Irena says after a moment of thinking. ''Sound's good to me. You mister have a bet.''

As they shake hands after both agree on the terms of the bet, Edward spots Potter talking to someone near the tents entrance. Straining his ears, he is able to identify the the voice comming from the other side of the fabric. -Hermione.-

''How are you feeling? OK? The key is to concentrate. After that you just have to...''

Finishing her sentence Potter states dryly. ''... Battle a dragon!''

Most likely unable to keep her bubbling emotions in check, Hermione enters the tent instantly hugging her friend, as all of a sudden a camera flashes. The next moment Rita Skeeter enters the tent. While shooting Edwart a dirty look, she adresses Harry and Hermione, who are still hugging anf look like scared rabbits. ''Young love! Ohh how.. stirring. If everything goes unfortunately today you might make the front page.''

One step faster than Edward, Victor approaches the reporter telling her. ''You have no business here. This tent is for champions, friends and family.''

Making a flirty face, Rita talls Krum before turning around walking out of the tent. ''No matter. We've got what we wanted.''

Giving Edward a longing look over her shoulder, Rita leaves, just as Dumbledore enters the tent.

Spotting the six champions, the headmaster greeds them. ''Good day champions. Gather round please. Now you've waited, you've wondered and at last the moment has arrived. The moment only four of you can fully appreciate...'' as all champions gather around him in a circle, Dumbledore looks irritated at Hermione, who is still present. ''What are you doing here Miss Granger?''

Looking surprised at Edward, she says. ''Oh, um... Sorry I'll just go. Good luck Edward, Harry.''

Seeing her leave, the headmaster speaks to Barty Crouch Snr, who entered right behind him. ''Barty. The bag.''

Replacing Dumbledore, Crouch looks very self import, as he commands the champions. ''Champions, in a circle around me. Miss Delacour over here, Miss Proudmore, Mr Krum, Mr Diggory, Potter, Mr Granger over here...'' Seeing everybody right where he wants them to be, he holds his bag right in front of Fleur. ''Right. Miss Delacour, if you will...''

Looking hesitantly at the bag held infront of her, Fleur slowly reaches into it, before taking out a little green dragon.

''... The Welsh Green...'' Comments Crouch, before holding the bag in front of Irena. ''... Miss Proudmore...''

Reaching in without any hesitation, Irena pulls out a little dragon with diamond shaped scales, spewing out purple flames.

''Ooooh. The Arctic blizzard.''

Next up, the bag is held in front of Krum. ''Mr Krum...''

Looking stoic, Viktor takes another out another small dragon, that aggressively spews out several small fireball.

''The Chinese Fireball. Oooooh.''

Following Victor, Cedric picks one. Drawing a small sleepy looking dragon, Barty once again comments. ''The Swedish Short-Snout. Which leaves...''

''... The Horntail or Lightning.'' Murmers Harry apparently aware of the all the dragons possible.

Looking irritated at Potter Barty asks. ''What's that boy?''

Shaking his head Harry says. ''Nothing.''

Harry puts his hand in the bag and pulls out a small dragon with brown needle like scales.

Looking pitiful at Harry, Crouch comments. ''The hungarian horntail.''

Presented the bag at long last, Edward reaches inside, only to get zapped by the last dragon. Ignoring the pain, he graps the struggelind beast and pulls it out of the bag. Opening his hand there after, Edward finds a small dragon with intelligent eyes and lighting bolds zapping all over it's body.

''A challange of any great hero or villain... the Greek Lightning...'' Comments the Crouch totally baffled, before getting a hold of herself. ''... These represent very real dragons, each of which has been given a golden egg to protect. Your objective is simple, collect the egg. This you must do, for each egg contains a clue without which you cannot hope to proceed to the next task. Any questions?''

Breaking the tense silence that follows Crouch Snr.'s words, Dumbledore steps forward, replacing the auror before adressing all champions. ''Very well. Good luck champions... Mr Diggory the sound of the cannon...''

With a bang, said cannon fires immediately, interrupting the headmaster. As the first to go, Cedric has the privilege to leave the tent together with Dumbledore and Barty Croch Snr.

As sounds of intense fighting follow shortly after the Hufflepuff had left, Irena walks over to a long tables lining one dide of the tent, where she graps a plate with gr.a.p.es and cheese on it. Looking slighly annoyed by the smell of fire, she returns back to the recliner she previously had occupied. Folllowing her example, the remaining champions try to make themselves as comfortable as possible, all thinks considered.

As time goes by, one champion after another is called outside to tackle his or her dragon. Before long only Irena, Harry and Edward remain inside the tent.

Following the sounds of an intense battle, Dumbledore's voice once again booms out of the loudspeaker. ''Three of our champions have now faced their dragons and so each one of them will proceed to the next task. And now our fourth contestant, Irena Proudore will face her dragon, the Arctic Blizzard.''

As Irena is about to leave the tent, she looks back over at Edward saying. ''I think, it is only now that we have lost everything, that we are truly free to do anything."