Forever Friends

By Werewolfsong
Beta-ed By LoveTheFiction

Summery: '...They were gone, all gone. He was the only founder left. Harry let out a strangled insane laugh, wanting nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare, this horrible nightmare...' -Intercept from Prologue- Warning: AU! Time Travel! Dragons! Abuse!

Telepathic Speech
"Audible Speech"
'Thoughts'
:::Parseltongue:::

Author's Note: First, this is not an Eragon crossover or a crossover of any sort, second, I would also like to say I own none of these characters except for the ones I made up, and finally, I hope you enjoy this story, I really appreciate you reading this, Thanks.

Warnings: Abuse, Time Travel, Very Mild Language, Blood, Death, and NO Slash

Forever Friends
Prologue: Tears of Blood

Rain poured down from the sky as if trying to wash away the pain from the battle that had been held in the small town of Hogsmeade only hours ago.

People blindly wandered the streets, searching for love ones amongst the rubble. No one paid any mind to the rain that continued to bleed from the heavens, nor did they pay any notice to the lone figure kneeling down in the old graveyard on the outskirts of town.

Harry Potter silently kneeled down by a grave, silent tears trickling down his face. He couldn't believe it, how could they be six feet under when he had just talked to them a few hours ago.

'Time Travel,' whispered a soft, nasty voice in his head, 'Bloody no-good Time-Travel'

A soft low growl alerted Harry to another's presence, but he paid it no notice.

We knew it was going to be like this when we returned, echoed a soft, gentle voice around him.

Harry shifted his gaze away from the grave and looked up at the beautiful emerald green dragon that was standing over him. The dragon's emerald-green eyes were full of remorse.

"I know Emerald," he whispered softly to the dragon, turning back to the grave, "I know."

Gently, Harry traced the fading words carved into the headstone.

Here Lies
Godric Gryffindor
(952AD-1006AD)
Salazar Slytherin
(952AD-1001AD)
Rowena Ravenclaw
(951AD-1020AD)
Helga Hufflepuff
(953AD-1018AD)
Loving Parents And Spouses
Great Friends
Founders of Hogwarts
Noble Important Members of Society
Who improved magical education for both Witches and Wizards alike
R.I.P

Harry let out a low, hollow laugh, tears blurring his vision. He couldn't imagine anyone calling four lowlife street rats 'Noble Important Members of Society.' He could just imagine the looks on Godric and Salazar's faces if he told them that one day they would be called 'Noble Important Members of Society.' Godric would probably laugh and tell him he needed to go to a mental institution, while Salazar would probably be horrified, and ask him what he was on.

More tears clouded his vision as he thought of his old best friends. The friends he had left behind to return to his own time. The friends he had left to defeat Voldemort, to become a murderer.

He imagined the looks on their faces if they were to see him in this state. He never cried. Never. Yet here he was, crying for four individuals who had meant the world to him, four individuals whose names were praised, yet were overlooked when reading through a textbook, four individuals that nobody but he and Emerald mourned for any longer.

More tears bled from his eyes. Everybody in this time classified the founders under the titles of noble, brilliant, loyal, and cunning (evil), yet they never knew who the founders truly were. Harry smiled sadly; they never knew how Godric would use his reckless bravery to distract the 'evil' butcher so Salazar and he could use their cunning to steal some food without getting their throats slit. Nor did they ever know how Rowena used to use her intelligence to figure out ways to make living life on the streets easier, along with Helga working hard by her side. Harry let out another low, hollow laugh. They were gone, all gone. He was the only founder left. Harry let out another strangled, insane laugh, wanting nothing more than to wake up from this nightmare, this horrible nightmare. More memories flashed before his eyes, both the good and the bad. Harry laughed harder as more tears streamed down his face. He laughed at his life, his poor pathetic life. He had lost everything, everyone. He wept harder; he had lost his childhood, his parents, his friends, his godfather, his street-rat family, he had lost his entire life.

We both miss them Firefang, growled Emerald gravely, large tears trickling down her scaly face, you're not alone.

Harry glanced up at his familiar and whispered softly, "I know, yet the world seems a whole lot dimmer without them."

The dragon smiled sadly, So it's not just me eh.

"No, it's not," he whispered back, soft tears still trickling down his face.

The dragon turned her head towards the horizon and let out a low loud, mournful roar of pain, agony, loneliness, but most of all, loss.

Harry too glanced up at the horizon where miles and miles of storm clouds could be seen. Thunder roared in the distance. Harry closed his eyes, tuning out the grief-stricken cries of his familiar, the roars of thunder, and the sound of rain slapping the earth.

He remembered the day his life changed, the day he discovered Emerald's egg. He remembered the days he spent with Emerald in his own personal hell, which was known as the Dursley residence. He remembered the day he and Emerald were forcefully thrown back in time. The day he met a group of street rats who considered themselves the rulers of the streets…the day he had met his true family.

For those who are wondering, Sirius and most of his friends from his time are not dead but due to the fact he hasn't seen them in a while they seem almost like strangers to him.

Good, bad, great, horrible, excellent, or just ok, what do you think? I hope this story will turn out good. I'll try to update this story quite often (It all depends on school). Helpful criticism is welcome, but please no pointless flames, thanks. A special thanks to all my readers and beta reader.

Sincerely,
Werewolfsong