A crossover of parts of the left side of the Eragon Chapters 'Discovery' and 'Palancar Valley' with Parts of the right side of the Chamber of secrets Chapter 'The Worst Birthday'.
Disclaimer: This epic yarn containing fear,fights, face offs with formidable foes as well as fried eggs, porridge and off hand comments about wolf ownership contains original characters, whose ownership lies not with me.
Eragon knelt in a bed. An argument had broken out over tracks. With a practiced eye he spotted Privet Drive and Mrs. Vernon Dursley, who had been in the meadow. Here, during these hours in the morning she'd loudly bed down.
His target was Harry's room.
Her left forefoot stood still, then roared across the table. "If you can't make it this far without a wolf, go!"
The sky was clear and dark.
- "Explain!"
Silvery clouds drifted over them. He used to fly around outside, when the sky's edges were glowing with ruddy light. Up there, between two peaks Uncle Vernon ate a bit of fried egg. Some pieces fell among the valley's floor, almost dirtying his mustache.
"I don't know what will happen now... you're fifteen years too young for this."
He rested his brows up there... Intense... This man with his wife Petunia...
He carried from his work a hunting knife with him but his words were drowned by a hit with a long belt. Luckily his buckskin tube protected him. It was the son, Dudley, carrying a wood-frame pack. A deer had led him here. "Hit him deep in the pan, sweetums," said aunt Petunia. Mountains extended on the arms of her massive son. "You should have build up. Haven't you heard the tales of the men that come here?"
He didn't like the sound of that, but despite that Eragon did not fear. He had dared to track near Carvahall, he had suffered hunger when he was in Smelt... now was the third night he'd have to fight for his live.
"Dudly, you'll never get enough, don't you?"
He had not felled this doe, yet - but he would...
The sun rose the next morning, its bottom drooping over either side of the sky, shining pink and yellow in the air. Eragon turned to Harry who sat at the edge of a stream. "Word," said Harry irritably, "Over." After the breakfast porridge they worried where the rest of the family was and examined the charred ruins around them. Only a broken chair fell with a crash to the ground, so they started heading home. Behind them, Dursley gave a small scream, that fainted, once they reached the rough game trail.
Somewhere Mr. Dursley jumped to his feet.