Harry Potter: Dragon Eyes

The Chamber of Secrets, long abandoned, had been transformed into a clandestine training ground.

The air was thick with anticipation and the subtle hum of magic as Harry Potter stood at the centre, his posture relaxed yet vigilant.

With his wand in hand, he looked over his three opponents.

Fleur Delacour, Hermione Granger, and Neville Longbottom.

The three of them formed a triangle around Harry, each holding their wands with varying degrees of confidence.

Fleur, with her silvery blonde hair elegantly tied in a bun, exuded an aura of grace and competence.

Hermione, ever the scholar, had her hair pulled back in a practical style, her eyes sharp and calculating.

Neville, though earnest, looked slightly uneasy, his wand trembling in his grasp.

Harry glanced around, appreciating the familiarity of the Chamber despite its transformed state.

"Ready, mon amour?" Fleur said with a playful voice that sent all kinds of alarms through Harry's body.

Harry nodded, offering her a reassuring smile.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

And with that Hermione stepped forward, her wand moving in a precise arc as she cast, "Flectere Stellas!"

A barrage of glittering silver projectiles shot toward Harry, each one aimed with meticulous intent.

Harry's magical awareness kicked in instantly.

Without even moving his eyes, he extended his left hand, a shimmering golden shield materialising in front of him.

The silver stars fizzled harmlessly against the barrier.

"Nice try, Hermione," he replied cheekily.

With a fluid motion, Harry flicked his wand in a tight loop, casting "Confusio!"

The spell sent an almost invisible wave of magic toward Hermione, hitting her squarely between the eyes.

She stumbled slightly, her movements becoming erratic as her coordination faltered.

Neville seized the moment, thrusting his wand forward. "Ignifors!" A plume of blue fire erupted, twisting and writhing like a living entity toward Harry.

Harry spun on his heel, his free hand forming a jet of water.

"Aqua Ignis!" he shouted, meeting the flames mid-air.

Steam hissed as fire and water clashed, the blue flames extinguished by the cascading water.

Harry smirked at the pair, their attempts at coordinating attacks still needing a lot of work.

Lastly, Fleur decided to—ever so gracefully—step forward, her wand flicking with practised ease that the other two lacked.

"Glacielancea!"

A spear of ice formed mid-air, darting toward Harry with lethal speed.

Harry didn't hesitate.

He raised his wand, muttering, "Deflecto." The ice spear veered off course, shattering against the chamber wall with a loud crack.

Fleur's eyes gleamed with approval. "Not bad."

"Honey, if you think this is not bad then you haven't seen anything yet," Harry smirked, his emerald eyes twinkling with mischief.

Fleur raised an elegant eyebrow, her lips curving into a challenging smile. "Show me then, mon coeur," she purred, her wand twirling between her fingers with deadly grace.

"Terramotus!"

The ground beneath Harry trembled violently, cracks snaking outward as chunks of stone threatened to destabilise him.

"Flamma Swathe," Fleur chanted without missing a beat and waved her hand, conjuring a flame just beneath Harry's feet.

And as if the two spells weren't enough, she also wordlessly cast the spear of ice from before.

Harry's response was nought but a smirk.

Channelling his magic, he focused on the earth beneath his feet and… stomped.

Not only did the very ground respond, swirling and twisting into a chaotic whirlwind that surged toward Fleur with surprising speed, but he also aimed at the growing flames beneath his feet, extinguishing them with another burst of magic.

Harry grinned, feeling just a bit of adrenaline rushing through his system.

Feeling bold, he closed his eyes briefly, relying on his enhanced magical senses to track the spear's trajectory.

As the ice spear was about to meet his face, he extended his hand, palm open and ready.

With seeker-worthy reflexes, he caught the ice spear mid-flight, his magic instantly dissolving the crystalline projectile into harmless snowflakes that drifted to the ground, creating a small snowman.

Fleur's eyes widened slightly at the display.

"Impressive," she conceded, though her stance remained ready for another round.

Harry's playful smirk widened as he spread his arms in an open challenge.

The trio of opponents, undeterred by Harry's flawless counters, exchanged determined glances.

Hermione adjusted her grip on her wand, while Neville took a deep breath.

Both of them looked at Fleur, waiting for the command.

The three of them had been training with Harry for a week now, and though they couldn't match his prowess, their coordination was slowly improving.

Their shared determination shone in their eyes as they prepared for their next assault.

Hermione began with a swift motion, casting "Luminara!"

A blinding flash of white light erupted toward Harry.

Simultaneously, Neville, summoning every ounce of his rudimentary duelling knowledge, cast "Petrivolans!"

Small and jagged stone projectiles flew from his wand, aiming to pin Harry down.

Fleur, not to be outdone by her two juniors, followed with "Mortis Umbra!"

Shadowy tendrils writhed from her wand, seeking to ensnare Harry and drain his magical energy.

Harry felt the barrage of spells approaching; his senses were keener than ever.

He closed his eyes briefly, not even bothering to use the counter to Hermione's spell.

Harry briefly played with the idea of casting Nubilus Umbra, the black fog spell that Fleur had taught him in one of their first duels.

Ultimately, he decided against it.

'It's not needed anyway,' he thought with a slight smile.

His heightened awareness had mapped out the incoming threats before they had even materialised...

With an ever-widening smile, he began his counter.

First, he countered Hermione's attack by making a quick pistol gesture with his fingers and firing a stunner, using her light spell to cover his own.

She didn't know what hit her and Harry turned his attention to his remaining attackers.

He cast an overpowered Protego that deflected the stone projectiles with ease, sending them clattering harmlessly to the ground while halting the shadowy tendrils in their tracks.

Harry shifted the Protego charm to his hand, his movements fluid and deliberate.

Without missing a beat, he unleashed a Shield Breaker toward Neville, followed by a Petrificus Totalus.

The spell, designed to dismantle defensive enchantments, sped through the chamber and met with a hastily cast shield, shattering it instantly.

Neville's eyes widened as the freezing spell struck his chest.

He staggered backwards, his body seizing up from the effects of his most dreaded spell.

Fleur, still channelling the shadow spell, demonstrated her own wandless capabilities by hurling fireballs at Harry.

'Let's finish this,' Harry thought with a grin.

"Glacialis Lux."

Fleur's eyes widened in fear as a very familiar concentrated cloud of frozen space encapsulated both the fireballs and her shadow tendrils with ease.

Snuffing the spells out, the frozen light continued to surge forward toward Fleur, who barely managed to leap aside.

"What ze hell, Harry! That could have killed me!" she bellowed furiously, her French accent becoming apparent in her agitation.

Her wand hand trembled slightly, though whether from exertion or anger was hard to tell.

Harry had the decency to look somewhat sheepish.

"No, it wouldn't have... You know I wouldn't have fired something lethal at you. The spell I cast was not the same as the one Dumbledore did; it's nowhere near that level. Besides," he added with a playful wink, "you're far too skilled to let a spell like that hit you anyway."

Fleur's expression softened slightly, though she maintained her stern posture. "You're lucky I'm tired, mon amour."

Her irritation simmered down and Harry went to 'revive' his two downed friends, giving her some much-needed space.

"I suppose we should wrap this up early today," Harry murmured after everyone was up, getting nods of agreement.

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