Key:

Italics-mind speak

Underline- from the book

Italics & Underline- the twin's language

Disclaimer: I didn't write the HP books or Eragon

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first book of my Worlds Away Series. Let me just explain a few things, this story will be mainly cannon with the story of Harry, Ron and Hermione, but we all already know their tale. This is the other side of the story. This Fic focuses mainly on my two characters Aavyn (pronounced AY-ven) and Alessa (pronounced a-LES-sa) Thelduin and their friends. It focuses on their struggles and some very interesting AU characters that belong in the Eragon World. This story starts as Harry Potter but it is a crossover of HP and Eragon. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Story Begins

Darkness. Darkness and blood. Darkness, blood and platinum hair. Pain, tears, and sorrow could of course be included along with the other things but the first three would be a constant reminder of the hell they lived through. Those three colors, black, red, and white, would forever haunt their dreams and thoughts, even for years to come…

"Its time to go" a grimy and coppery haired girl told the other brunette one "this is our last chance"

The brunette nodded and rubbed her scared and bloody wrists after the other woman had unlocked her shackles "do you remember where he kept our wands?" she asked, her voice rough from pain

The other nodded and motioned toward the door. The brunette stood up slowly, then looked at her compatriot.

"Are you ok?" she asked

"I'm a fine as bloody expected given the circumstances" the girl replied harshly "lets go"

the two left as silently as possible, their forms barely visible in the weak light of the torches. After a few minutes of slinking through the shadows, the two girls came upon a set of stairs and climbed it, mossy and chipped steps making way for well kept white marble ones. Once the red head had picked the lock on the thick wooden door at the top of said stairs, the women snuck through, closing the door quietly behind them. Both were blinking their eyes once they came in contact with the bright light of day

"Three floors up, left hall, five doors down on the right" the red head whispered to her companion

She nodded in acknowledgement and the two of them slipped noiselessly down the carpeted halls and up flights of stairs, and past many tapestries and doors, the whole feeling of the mansion being sterile yet unwelcoming. They were going as fast as their beat up bodies would permit and after what seemed like hours (but what were actually mere minutes), they came upon the correct room. The rough and unassuming wooden door flew open and both froze where they stood. There was someone in the room with blonde hair. The same color blonde hair. He had his arms wrapped protectively across his chest and was looking at the wands on the table in confusion. After a few seconds of staring, his back still turned to the newcomers; he touched both wands while murmuring

"These were their wands. Father told me that they ran away years ago. Why would their wands still be here?" the boy turned around and came face to face with the two very filthy girls who were shaking, eyes wide and darting from place to place around the room, but never on the boy. He just stood there in shock, mouth agape. There was a very pregnant pause until the brunette coughed out

"Draco?"

"A-Aavyn? Alessa?" he stuttered, "What are you doing here! You ran away years ago. Father said that you had lied to us; lied to me, then you just took off and never came back and…" by this point he was hyperventilating

"Draco" Avery told him, voice hardened and void of any emotion as her eyes darted away from his hair "we have been in your father's dungeons for three years. We need to get out of here"

The women pushed past him and grabbed their wands; running out of the door, silver glinting on their necks as they passed the last torch.

"Must be nearly time," said Mr. Weasley quickly, pulling out his watch again. "Do you know whether we're waiting for any more, Amos?"

"No, the Lovegoods have been there for a week already and the Fawcetts couldn't get tickets," said Mr. Diggory. "There aren't any more of us in this area, are there?"

"Not that I know of," said Mr. Weasley. "Yes, it's a minute off... We'd better get ready..."

"Wait for us!" another group called. There were two women. One had long, curly jet-black tresses and pale green eyes and the other had shorter, straight black hair with dark brown eyes

"I didn't know there were any other witches in the area?" Amos asked, surprised as the girls trudged up the steep hill

"There aren't" the brown eyed one said in a slightly Irish accent " we had to apparate here because there wasn't a portkey in our area"

The others nodded in understanding and the two women came all the way up the hill and shook hands

"I'm Morgan Perodrak and this is my sister Freya," said the green eyed one, a subdued light flickering in her eyes

All of them nodded and introduced themselves in turn

"These are my kids, Ron, Ginny, Fred, and George. And I am Arthur Weasley"

"Nice to meet you" the women said in unison, then stage whispered to the twins "I hope that you two won't cause too much trouble for Mr. Weasley"

Both looked taken aback slightly, but still did their trademark smirk

"And these are Ron's friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter"

The two women didn't even blink at the Boy-Who-Lived's name as they shook their hands too. There was a small and awkward pause that the two women didn't seem to notice when all of a sudden, there was a blue light coming from the shoe that Amos held. The eleven of them quickly jumped into a flurry of movement and grabbed on just in time before they were whisked away. When they got past Basil who took the portkey from them, the small group parted ways, each searching for their campground

"They seemed nice, the Weasleys" Freya said

Morgan nodded as she walked towards their tent "I wonder what seats they managed to get. Where are we again?"

"Top box" her sister reminded her

"Right. I've missed Quidditch"

Both nodded and ducked inside their little tent that was actually bigger on the inside. It had two cots, a kitchen, and illusions on the walls to give the feeling of camping in a secluded forest instead of an open moor. The women sat down on beds and looked at each other for a moment, then took off their robes and turtlenecks, exposing their tank tops underneath. Freya headed towards the wash bin and splashed her face with cold water, something dark glinting on her left forearm.

Morgan grimaced at the sight of it and remarked "Ugly as hell if you ask me" she looked at her own, then massaged the bridge of her nose "its been a long last few days" she muttered, silver choker necklace glinting on her neck

"Fancy seeing you here again" Freya exclaimed as the Weasleys plus two climbed into the top box with them

"Small world" Fred said and George opened his mouth, preparing to sing

"I swear to Merlin if you so much as hum that song…" Morgan left the threat hanging and she smirked at the two twins who looked a little sheepish

"So what team are you going for?" asked Ron

"Ireland" they replied in unison

Ron nodded and turned back to his friends who were talking to a timid looking house elf. The two women, Fred and George were talking about the joke shop they wanted to start when a familiar voice said

"Good lord, Arthur, what did you have to sell to get seats in the Top Box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched this much?"

Both Morgan and Frieda stiffened, Morgan blanching, and both reaching for their wands but Lucius didn't seem to notice them and he continued sneering at the Weasleys. After his introduction, he turned his cold eyes to the black haired companions and scoffed "and who are you?"

"Morgan and Freya Perodrak" the green eyed one said, voice colder and more harsh than a winters wind in Antarctica by tenfold "and you are?"

Lucius eyes narrowed and he bristled at the thought of someone not knowing him and replied to her in a tight voice "Lucius Malfoy, and this is my son Draco, and my wife Narcissa" he then turned away and started talking to the minister again, his son eying the two women with a hint of recognition

"Dragon" Freya said to him, the boy getting a confirmed look on his face and nodding once

It was about an hour after the match and the two women were sitting back in their tent, throwing knives at a target in front of the stove. They sat there in silence, the only sound being the whoosh and the thunk of the sharp projectiles flying through the air and hitting the board.

It was a few more minutes until Freya spoke up "he is coming"

Morgan nodded and threw her last knife, turning around so she faced the tent flap. It fluttered slightly, then opened as their hooded visitor came in. Frieda sealed the tent flap with her wand and the cloaked wizard took off his hood

"He knows you're here"

Morgan flicked her wand in a defeated way and a chair came up to the man and he sat down

"Thanks, Draco" she told him, smiling slightly, looking past his shoulder, then whispered "you look so much like your father"

Draco avoided her and her sister's eyes also and said monotonously "My father was out contacting the other Death Eaters. It will happen soon"

"What tipped you off that it was us this time, though we knew something would the moment we saw you" Frieda asked, who was also not looking at him, her body tense

"It was your names. I know you like Arthurian legend. Also when you called me dragon. You two were the only ones who ever did that" at this, a small smile appeared on his thin lips, but disappeared a moment later

Draco then stood up and turned towards the door, stepping through, he murmured so lightly that it almost wasn't heard "be well you two"

"Be well Draco" they called after him, sighing and getting up as the screams grew in the distance

A/N they are usually longer than this. around 3k or 4k. please R&R