Poor Harry. He just can't escape those dragons! But it's a good thing he bumped into the one in Gringott's (who wasn't Norbert, but I'm glad we got a nod to him - er, her - in the seventh chapter...), and a great thing he didn't let his bad experiences with the winged reptiles keep him from making a truly great escape...
Tickling the Dragon
As he gripped the crucial flagon,
Harry thought about the dragon,
Who was built like a McLaggen
But was not so hard to take.
Though success brought satisfaction,
It was time for drastic action.
Would he soon end up in traction?
Harry's limbs began to quake.
Harry loved the thrill of flying,
But this ride would be most trying,
And he knew he would be lying
If he claimed he wasn't scared.
Harry thought perhaps he'd send him
Off to Hagrid, who'd commend him
For his sympathy and mend him
With some meals he had prepared.
Terror wasn't worth exploring.
Harry straightened up, ignoring
The misgivings that were boring
Deep into his troubled mind.
It was time to be transported.
Harry grabbed his friends and boarded,
Hoping they would be rewarded
For his impulse to be kind.
Harry clutched the beast, reminded
What a dragon feeling fine did.
This poor fellow was half-blinded;
Could he find the waiting sky?
But the giant wings flapped madly,
And the goblins took it badly.
Airborne Harry chuckled, glad he
Hadn't let this dragon lie.
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