Harry rolled his eyes as he disappeared and reappeared off to the side of the dragon. He watched as the fire quickly heated the rocks to red hot. His eyes widened.
“I definitely don’t want to be hit by that.” He looked at the dragon as it turned its head to look at him. “Can’t we talk about this?”
“No.” It released another blast of fire and Harry merely disappeared once more and reappeared behind the dragon.
“Why are females always so moody?” Unaware to Harry, his comment was being projected out into the audience of the arena.
“How can he tell it’s a girl?” Rainbow Dash’s voice held confusion and slight indignation at Harry’s statement. “And how come nobody is doing anything to stop the dragon?”
“The dragon apparently is the champion.” Steelclaw’s voice cut through the noise of the audience with ease as he watched the fight. “It is against the rules to interfere in the champion’s fight unless absolutely necessary.” He watched as Harry dodged around the jets of flame using his ability to teleport to his advantage. “I would be more concerned about how the dragon seems to know young Harry. She doesn’t appear to be very pleased with him.”
“Not pleased is an understatement. She appears to be pissed at him.” Gilda was sitting on the edge of her seat as she watched the fight. She frowned as she noticed something. “Does Harry seem to be slowing down to you guys?” The rest of the group looked at the fight and watched Harry.
“Yes, he does appear to be slowing down.” Chrysalis sounded worried before she winced. “Well, Luna has just discovered Harry’s betrothal to Gilda.” Chrysalis turned to Gilda. “I wouldn’t go to Canterlot anytime soon. Luna seems extremely angry.” Before Gilda or her father could ask her how she knew this, Rainbow Dash leaped out of her seat yelling.
“That’s cheating.” The rest of the group focused on the fight and they saw that Harry now had a long cut along his side. Chrysalis frowned.
“How did that happen?”
“When Harry was dodging all those fire blasts, she threw a rock at him with her tail.” Rainbow Dash sounded angry.
“It’s not cheating Miss Dash. You can fight however you want in the arena. I am worried about that cut though. Can anyone tell how deep it is?” Steelclaw’s voice was calm though it did carry an undercurrent of worry. They all shook their heads no. Steelclaw frowned at the arena. “What is young Harry doing now?” They turned to the arena where Harry had walked up to the dragon.
“That hurt you know?” The dragon merely narrowed her eyes at him. “I mean, I can understand you’re angry at me, but isn’t this a little excessive.”
“No. You stood me up young pony and lied to me.” It was Harry’s turn to frown at her.
“I wasn’t aware we had a date.” He paused and tilted his head to the side. “And I never lied to you. All my compliments were genuine and if I were a dragon, I would definitely go on a date with you.” Harry paused for a few more seconds before looking at the dragon with a serious look on his face. “You are to never tell Luna I said that. I’m quite sure she would hurt me.” The dragon snickered at him. “It’s not funny.” Harry looked at the dragon for a few more moments. “I never got your name between saving those zebra children and running away from your territory. I don’t think we introduced ourselves either.” Harry stood up straight wincing as the cut on his side flared with pain. “I’m Harry James Potter, nice to meet you.” The dragon looked bemused at his greeting.
“I am Talith.” She moved closer to Harry and examined his side. She sniffed the air near him. “You reek of old power Harry Potter. Old power seeped in death.” Harry blinked at her in surprise.
“You can smell that?” Talith nodded as she examined Harry. “Huh, I always thought the power was undetectable.” Harry shook his head to himself. “Anyway, I’m glad we have managed to work through our problems and you aren’t trying to burn me to death.”
“Oh, I’m still going to burn you to death. I just wanted to hear what you had to say.” Harry’s eyes widened.
“What?” Talith’s reared her head back and struck forward. Harry watched as the fire roared out of her mouth and felt it engulf him. Harry blacked out as the fire started to incinerate his body.
Harry’s eyes snapped open as he looked around the main room of his dreamscape. He looked at the windows and noted the flames licking at them from the outside.
“That cannot be good at all.” Harry heard the sound of hooves meeting stone and turned to the stairwell as Nightmare Moon and Spectre rushed in. “Hey guys.” They stopped and looked at him. Spectre spoke in a panicked voice.
“Harry, what is happening?” Harry shrugged.
“Well, we’re currently being burned alive by dragon fire.” The two froze at his statement.
“And you’re not worried about this.” Nightmare Moon sounded incredulous. Harry looked at her like she had said something incredibly stupid.
“Of course I’m worried, but panicking won’t get me anywhere.” Harry looked between Nightmare Moon and the door set between the two pillars. “In fact, I believe you should return to Luna’s mind now. I don’t think you would survive the death of my mind.” Before Nightmare could argue, a voice spoke up from the dais.
“This wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t too stubborn not to take the throne.” The group all turned as one to the dais. Sitting on the master of Death’s throne was a person who looked exactly like Harry when he was human. “If you had taken the throne, no mortal or immortal being would have messed with you on sheer principle.” Harry raised an eyebrow.
“I would also transcend beyond death. I kind of like to keep my options open thank you very much.” The Harry lookalike snorted.
“And having your body be burned away is better. You can still die without embracing all three Hallows you know.” The lookalike looked at Harry. “Why haven’t you claimed the Resurrection stone yet? It is the most powerful among the Hallows.” Spectre spoke, his voice confused.
“How is the Resurrection stone the most powerful hallow?” Harry spoke up before the lookalike could.
“The stone is the only Hallow to reach into the realm of Death. It can call forth any spirit, even ones beyond the grip of the mortal realm.” Harry stared at the lookalike. “Isn’t that right Death?” Death started to clap.
“You are of course correct my master. Of course the stone has powers beyond that, but they can only be utilized by the original brother I gifted the stone to or the master of all three Hallows.” Death grinned amused as Harry frowned. He glanced back and noticed the stairwell had collapsed and fire was lapping at the entrance way. Harry looked between Death and the rest of the room. He then looked at Nightmare Moon before sighing.
“I hate my saving people thing sometimes.” Death grinned as Harry strode to stand before the throne. “I am Harry James Potter, last in the line of the house Peverell and I am Master of the Deathly Hallows.” The throne groaned as if under a great deal of stress. “Though I am Master, I do not yet claim the authority of the Mater of Death, but I do claim the Hallows. I claim the true Cloak of Invisibility.” The air around Harry shimmered as the cloak appeared and settled itself on his body. “I claim the Elder wand.” The air around Harry’s horn darkened as his horn glowed with a dark light. Harry paused before sighing once more. “And I claim the Resurrection stone.” The shadows pooled in front of Harry’s feet and from them rose the stone. The stone floated in front of Harry and a silver chain appeared which the stone attacked itself to as it settled around his neck. The chains binding the throne gave a screech and shattered. “It’s time to settle our account with the dragon.” Harry’s voice had changed. It carried a current of power in it that made him sound like a lord. “Spectre, repair the dreamscape while I deal with the dragon.” Spectre nodded as Harry disappeared. Death leaned back on the throne.
“And so it begins.”