The Clashing of Fang and Claw
#1 of Clashing of Fangs and Claws
The Clashing of Fang and Claw
Summary: Harry had trained with Sirius to be an Animigus after his third year, and now has an Animagus form. But what is it? And how will this affect his first task?
Now, this will be a one-shot that has had events happen before it, including the early revelation of Grimauld Place to Harry. This story is up for grabs to anyone who'd be willing to expand on it after I post this. I only wrote this because I didn't like the fact that every fic I read that has had this kind of scene in it, it never amounted to what I had envisioned for this, and as one who needs a constant stream of ideas to continue to write, this will be my well.
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"Three of our champions have now faced their dragons, and so each one of them will proceed to the next task!" Dumbledore's announcement rang from the ring into the tent, where one lone occupant sat, nervousness that should have been there, oddly absent.
The reason he was so calm about having to fight a dragon, and one of the most dangerous breeds at that, was that he had a plan to take care of the Task set before him. And if it would get people to just shut up for once, he was all in for revealing one of his aces.
Harry Potter was an animigus. He had trained over the summer with Sirius and used Hermione's Time turner to fine tune it all before he left for the Quidditch World cup. When he finished, he had expected to be a falcon, or maybe a wolf.
His form was truly unique however, and it fit him perfectly. It represented his power and easy to provoke rage. It showed the burning passion in his soul, and the insatiable need to protect what is "his". Shocked the hell out of Sirius after he transformed, but the blasted man couldn't stop laughing after the shock had worn off.
His form was that of a Per-
"And now, our Fourth and final contestant will step forth for his own task!" Dumbledore's call knocked him out of his reminiscing. The cheers and jeers he heard in the stands answered his call. He'd shut them up alright.
He had a plan, Dumbledore approved of it. Now, all he needed to do is set it all in motion.
It was time.
As he walked out of the tent/cave entrance, the cheering grew in crescendo, before dying off as they waited for whatever to happen, happened.
Harry looked around the stadium. He noticed Ron and Hermione in the stands across from him, surrounded by a few other Gryffindors. Hermione looked as afraid for him as before, while Ron looked a little pale and worried after watching the previous matches. Looked like he finally got it through his thick head that he didn't want to be in this stupid tournament, but it didn't matter now.
It wasn't till a few seconds after that when he finally noticed the glint of gold on an outcropping of rocks in the middle of the field. He made to move for it...
And had to dodge to the left to avoid being crushed by a thorny tail from above.
Gasps of worry and fear from above sounded, and the Hungarian Horntail roared at his intrusion into it's "Territory", but he ignored them. He ran for a little valley of rocks that would impede it's way to him, and would hide him from view from the onlookers. But he wasn't worried about being trapped.
He had a plan, and it was time to implement it.
He dove into the valley, the Horntail followed with it's head. It shot another stream of fire, with Harry's scream to answer.
The scream all of a sudden became deeper and more powerful. As if Harry had traded his vocal chords with some great beast of fury.
In fact, the sound, and possibly what it saw went with it, scared the Horntail away from the entrance of the valley. A black blur jumped from the crags and revealed itself to the world.
Everyone above, with the exception of Dumbledore, gasped in shock at what they saw had scared the Horntail away from the valley.
A Peruvian Vipertooth.
A BLACK Peruvian Vipertooth.
A black Peruvian Vipertooth with vivid Emerald eyes.
A black Peruvian Vipertooth with a white lightning bolt scar above the right eye.
The Horntail looked very startled, and a little scared. And with good reason.
Vipertooths were named so due to extremely toxic venoms. Venoms so powerful, that only the Basilisk topped it in potency. All dragons were immune to the extent that they wouldn't be killed from a bite like any other animal would, but even they were wary of taking on a Vipertooth since their venom still caused them pain as it pumped through their veins.
The Horntail then seemed to regain its ferocity as it began, what seemed to them, a show of intimidation, in which Animagus Harry joined in. Furious hissings and growls, expansion and shaking of wings, and the bashing of tails on the ground scared all who witnessed it silent.
In actuality, they were talking to each other.
"I thought your previous form smelled strange, Dark One."
"Dark is nightfall. Dark is Shadow. Dark is Death. I am none, for I am bring the light of Hope to many. I am a champion of Light. And I only deal Justice upon the truly wicked of this world." This caused the Horntail to launch a stream of fire into the air above her, further scaring the humans around them. But what they saw as another form of intimidation, Harry heard as her draconic belly laugh.
"Ah, a valiant soul that I have never seen the likes of before! You will be a grand addition for the Song of Tiamata, if only you'd give me your name."
"My name for my human form, is not for your tongue to utter. We are dragons, and it is my dragon name that shall become a part of your Song. Listen closely and remember well, for my name is Ancalagon the Black, in honor of a character in a past human's greatest Song!"
"Ah, a good name. It is the way of humans to bow to each other before combat. So let us bow, and promise to each other, that this fight shall be one for all time." They straightened their bodies out from their 'intimidating' postures and, to every human's surprise, bowed to each other, straightening their wings to the sides.
Standing upright, they launched at each other at their greatest of speeds.
Where Tiamata lacked in speed, unlike Harry with his small streamlined frame, she made up with the ability to launch her fifty foot long fire streams, which is what she did to force Harry to the side and out of his fast charge. Launching herself at him, she tried to catch the smaller dragon within her jaws, only to be rewarded with the very tip of his tail and some slight scratches on her side which were answered with a softer than wanted bash on his shoulder.
Wincing a little from a couple of punctures that she had managed to get on him, Harry retreated a little ways from her, using his wings to get out of her range faster. They roared and snapped at each other, before launching into each other again.
This time however, they locked onto each other. He sent both of them rolling on the ground, snapping a biting, trying to get the other pinned to give an incapacitating blow. For that was the way of noble dragons like they were. Kill only for food or protection of the nest. This was a battle of dominance, and no fatal blood shall be shed.
She launched him off of her when he got a good hit onto her stomach, but he didn't get away without a deep cut on the side of his stomach.
He took off and flew around her, obviously coaxing her into the air with him, and she answered by snapping her chain a launching after him.
They flew further into the air, clashing with fang and claw when close to each other, and him dodging her breath attacks with his superior aerial maneuvering when they weren't. He practically flew circles around her, making hit-and-run attacks whenever an opportunity presented itself, and she was starting to get impatient with the stalemate they were in, so she put a plan into action.
The audience watched with total awe at the titanic battle that happened above their heads. "Ooohing" when one dragon made a dazzling attack against the other, and wincing when a strong and painful looking blow was given. However, it was Hermione who gave a shout of fear when Tiamata caught Harry after he tried to give another blow against her side, and now both were plummeting into the ground with Harry on the bottom (yes, you pervs, think those thoughts).
"HARRY!"
The two impacted the ground... And all heard a snap from one of the two.
The Horntail looked shocked as it got off of Harry. Standing off a little to the side, all looked at the still form of the black Vipertooth. Nobody moved, nobody breathed, everybody waited.
Tiamata crawled slowly over to Ancalagon's head, nudging it to see what would happen.
She wasn't disappointed.
She gave a chirp of surprise as she suddenly found herself lying on her back, Ancalagon pinning her down by her chest with his jaws around her neck, but not biting down. She went limp in surrender.
Harry hoped off her, favoring his back right leg to an extreme. He roared in triumph and slight pain into the sky, which sent the audience into a frenzy of cheering.
Tiamata got up and calmly began to grunt, hiss, and growl softly to Ancalagon. "The battle has been lost by me. My Song is marred by an additional loss to the few I have experienced, but it is one that I shall always bear proudly. May your Song be a long one Ancalagon. You will make a fine mate to anyone you choose."
She limped over to her pile of eggs, and picked out both the golden egg he had been sent to retrieve, and one of the healthiest looking ones of the pile. She placed them in front of her conqueror, and at his questioning gaze, hissed, "You're prizes, Ancalagon. Usually, it would be me, but I think this is much more suitable for you, my Lord."
Curling around him when he changed back to his human form, he rested against her flank as they waited for his scores. He still favored his right leg.
Bagman: 10
Barty Crouch: 10
Dumbledore: 10
Madame Maxime: 10
Karkaroff: 2
"Oh you suck!" Harry shouted at the Durmstrang Headmaster.
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*Please excuse the author's note at the top. I copied and pasted this from my Fanfiction.net account but didn't bother to change much. And also excuse the "Center Justify" paragrah setting. The system is being a dick and won't allow me to change it. *