Riddle Me This

30

Okay. Get broom. Defeat dragon. Win.

As I walked into the arena, these were the thoughts running through my head. When I saw all the people watching me, that went out the window.

I searched the crowds for Harry, and found him. His terrified eyes didn't help my nerves. I took in a deep breath and looked for my friends. They were screaming my name and jumping around.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Their overconfidence in me wasn't what I needed either. I looked for Mattheo.

Like he told me, he was sitting in my view, in the front. We locked eyes, and he smiled and winked. I exhaled. 

I remembered my plan.

I held up my wand and shouted, "ACCIO!" 

At first, nothing happened. My shouting attracted the dragon's attention, and she looked in my direction. 

I don't know if dragons can glare, but that momma was glaring daggers at me. I pursed my lips and prayed that I would have my broom in time.

Just as I was starting to lose hope, my Firebolt came zooming in my direction. I grinned and held out my hand for it. As soon as I had it, I hopped on and took off.

The dragon was now absolutely pissed off at me, and tried to blow fire at me.

"BITCH DON'T YOU DARE BURN MY CLOTHES," I screamed at the dragon, dodging the flames just in time. She didn't seem to understand, and aimed at me again. 

I ducked and flew down to the nest that the dragon had been sitting on. I spotted a golden egg, and had a gut feeling that I was supposed to get it. 

Without thinking, I swooped down to the nest and under the dragon's legs. I tried to grab the egg, and failed. I flew between her legs.

Unfortunately, I didn't think, as usual, so I ended up getting my bare arm burned. 

"STUPID FUCKING FIRE-BREATHING DRAGON," I yelled, dodging the rest of the flames before I could get completely torched. The searing pain of the burn flooded my senses, and I followed my first instinct: hide.

I angled the broom the best I could, and tried to fly straight through the flaps of the tent, praying that I wouldn't end up destroying anything.

I felt strong talons rake across my back, and one caught on my jacket, pulling it off, and exposing a perfect burning target.

I jerked the broom into a quick ascend, just as the dragon torched the tent, where I really hoped nobody was anymore. 

I noticed that the dragon had abandoned her nest, and the golden egg was completely vulnerable. I took a chance and swooped down to the nest, snatching the egg.

I whipped into a fast ascend as the dragon tried to blow fire at my head. She managed to get my broom, and the straws burst into flames. 

I screamed and ditched my burning broom. I was relieved to find out that I had been right above the audience, so I just fell into people.

As I was falling, I wrapped my body around the egg that I just risked my life for like an idiot. This is Harry's kind of thing, almost dying. Not mine.

And yet here I am, falling, and with a dragon pissed off at me. 

I twisted to try to find the only face I wanted to see at this moment. I found him, arms outstretched, like he was going to catch me. I wanted him to.

I saw the bleachers getting closer and closer, and I shut my eyes at the last second. 

The impact was worse than I thought it would be. I hit the ground, the wind knocked out of my lungs, and I felt dead. 

I was still awake, so I could see blurry figures running towards me. Or I thought they were running, but it looked like they were going in slow-mo.

"Don't you dare die Cae!" were the last words I heard before I drifted off.

Yeah. That went so well.