Harry had to be quick. Between doing everything he could to avoid getting either eaten, crushed or burned alive by the Horntail he had to make sure the gigantic sword would actually make it to him. He fired off a series of spells in rapid succession, putting as much power into them as he could which worked in driving off the Horntail for a brief time before sprinting in the opposite direction. The dragon roared in response and charged after him, every step it took shaking the ground. Harry could feel it on his heels, its hot, rancid breath blowing through his robes and hair. He was breathing hard himself, pushing himself to run around the edge to avoid getting killed. People were either cheering or crying his name out, warning him or whatever. Harry blocked it out. The sword was getting closer, but so was the dragon. Harry stretched out his hand... his fingers curling around the hilt.