Odin In The Wizarding World

''I think, it is only now that we have lost everything, that we are truly free to do anything." States Irena before leaving.

''What was that about?'' Asks Harry Edward, looking confused.

With a mysterious smile on his face, Edward says, knowing what Irena ment. ''Who can ever fully understand any woman? Definitely not me?... Aaaanyway... how is it going with my sister?''

''Hermione?...'' Asks Harry confused, before remembering prebiously hugging her. Stammering embarrassed he says. ''... N-n-nothing. We are just friends, n-n-nothing else! Yes, we hugged, but...''

''Really?...'' Asks Edward in a fake inquisitive sounding voice befor changing his voice back to normal. ''... You two look cute together and... Hermione has told me all about your adventures over the years. You should invite her to the Yune Ball, before I can't stop Krum anymore and have to ask her out myself.''

''I...'' Is all Harry is able to say anything, Edward interrups him mid sentence.

''Wanna see my fiance slay a dragon?'' He a Harry, while drawing his wand.

Irritated by Edwards eccentric mood swings, Harry says. ''But we aren't supposed to know how the other's did their challange.''

Winking the former Allfather tells him. ''Yeah, we also weren't supposed to know about the dragons. Relax my young friend. I can a sure you, you will not be able to replicate what Irena is about to do.''

Thst said, he conjures wordlessly up a bubble, that shows Irena walking into the rocky arena through a half hidden tunnel. The moment she leaves the magically protected tunnel entrance, Irena is dogging out of the way of a burst of blue flames.

The moment she is outside of the burst immediate range, the former Queen of Valkyries instantly sprints forward, using rock formations throughout the arena. While moving from rock to rock, she casts one powerful spell after another, that unluckily all get repellent by the Arctic Blizzards diamond or crystal shaped scales.

''This is insane! Is she trying to get herself killed?'' Edward hears Harry, who is sitting next to him comment, while looking at the sphere in front of them.

''No, she isn't...'' Tells Odin his young friend with a sly smile. Zooming in on Irena's enraged and determined face, he comments. ''... I guess she has decided to slay that dragon.''

In that exact moment as Edward says that, one can spot an agressive but valiant phantom like shape appear behind Irena, as she is trying yo get underneath her Arctic Blizzard.

-Phantom of Fólkvangr!- Thinks the former Allfather, as that phantom behind Irena comes into focus for inly a split second. But that split second is all Edward needs to recognise his own wifes former appearance is mirrored perfectly in that phantom.

In the split second Freya Vanir, Queen of the Valkyries appears behind Irena, the woman is already beneth her dragon, slamming her wand in between two beautiful diamond shaped crystal scales and casting a spell.

The next momen, as the spell comes into effect, the phantom behind Irena is already gone, as she can be seen behind the dragon. Roaring a painful, tragic outcry, the dragon is already dying, as his scales all over his body are cracking and falling apart.

As the Arctic Blizzard stops breathing and Irena fetches her golden egg, Dumbledores voice booms a fourth time that day out of the loudspeakers, as the crowed goes ballistic. ''In an unbelifable performance of currage, valor and strengh, Miss Proudmore has slain the Arctic Blizzard. Now four of our champions have now faced or slain their dragons and so each one of them will proceed to the next task. And now our fifth champion Harry Potter will enter the arena to face of against the Hungarian Horntail.''

''Looks like I will be the last one...'' Says Edward cancelling his observation sphere spell, before he leads a still stunned Harry to the tent exit. Placing one hand on the boys shoulder, as he tells him. ''... Good luck and break a leg, not your own.''

The moment Potter has left the tent, Edward sits down on the recliner, previouly occupied by Irena, snatches a gr.a.p.e with chees, before casting an x-ray spell on his eyes to observe Harrys first challange.

From inside the tent, he can see the boy as he enters the rocky arena and the crowd cheering his name. Spotting the golden egg as it sits all alone in the middle of the arena, no dragon inside. Obviously deciding to make a run for it, Harrys sprint ends abruptly, as the horntail suddenly appears from below. Forced to retreat he hides behind a rock just in time to dodge the dragon flames aiming for him. Pushed back by the flames impack on the stone alone, Harry tumbles and falls around the arena.

''Your wand harry! Your wand!'' Edward hears Hermione shout from above Harry.

''Acio broom!'' Potter shouts, summoning his broom. Doggeing a nother fireblast by the horntail, Harry jumps on his broom and flies off, the dragon attempting to give chase, but is hold back by a thick chain. Struggeling against his binding, the chain breaks in the end and the horntail bursts through the crowed, destroying a large chunck of ths arena, leaving everybody stunned.

As Harry is flying at high speed away from the arena and around the towers of Hogwart Castle, Edward is unable to keep eye contact with it. Closing his eyes, he starts to slow down his breathing. He does so up to the point, that it looks like he isn't even at all breathing any more. As his skin starts taking on a shade of white, blue vains suddenly become vidible all over his face, before a faint blue mist suddenly exits his body.

Free of all worlfly restraints, Edward shoots into the air and out of the tent like an incorporeal raven, all view no body. Raising through the air like that, Edward is able to follow after Harry, whom he is able to xatch up to, the moment the Horntail cuts the boy off and wh.i.p.s him off his broom in one motion.

Falling of his broom the boy lands on the roof of one of the several towers, before tumbeling over the edge. Hanging on for dear life, youmg Harry is able to spot his broom one roof below him.

Meanwhile the dragon has landed on a tower near by and is now claiming across the rooftops, strewing tiles everywhere he goes.

Seeing the dragon comming closer to him, Harry let's go of the ledge he is holfing up until now, to on get the chance to reach for his broom. Nearly slamming the ball joint of his left arm out of it's socked by doing so, he grabs for his broom but it's stuck.

By the time he finally jerks it loose, Harry is forced to let go of the roof before the dragon tail swipes at him, destroying the roof he had been hanging on to just now. Falling a very long way, nearly hitting the ground, he regains control over his broom in the last possible moment and pulls it up wards.

Seeing the boy desperately fly around the towers of Hogwarts once more, until he reaches an area with a massive stone bridge, Edward decides to lend Harry a hand. Raising his reinforced wand, the former Allfather casts a spell while maintaining his bird's eye view. Having his own version of a spirit, the 'Ether of Valhalla' active, Odin is able to not only eightfold casting, but also capable of casting spells over near infinite distances with a pinpoint accuracy.

Seeing Harry he fly through a gap in the bridge, Edward casts to sprlls simultaneously. One hitting the bridge, reinforcing it in an instant, the other hitting the Horntails neck, weakening it drastically.

Still chaising after the boy, as these two spells hit their targets, the dragon crashes into the bridge head first, breaking it's neck instsntly upon impact, before its carcass falls out of the sky and into the water below.

Seeing the results of his actions, Odin suddenly fees someyhing not entirely right. Cancelling his observation spell and the 'Ether of Valhalla', he is shocked to discover his reinforced wand showing several new deep cracks.

Just as Edward wants to study those cracks, a thunderous applause spreads through the arena, most likely because Potter had returned to the arena to lay claim his golden egg as Dumbledores voice once again booms through the arena. ''In another unbelifable valiant showing of valor and skill Mr Potter has prevailed over the Hungarian Horntail. Now five of our champions have now faced or slain their respecyive dragons and so each one of them will proceed to the next task. And now our sixth and final champion Mr Granger will enter the arena to face a Greek Lightning.''