Hogwart's Dragon Rider

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. If I did I would own JKR and CP. If I had that much money I'd rule the world. Which I don't. So I only own the plot and my own characters!

A/N: This is an Eragon/Harry Potter crossover. You can sorta see it with the title but just confirming to people who didn't figure it out.

Chapter One- Another Time, Another Place

16-year-old Eragon stood over the body of Galbatorix, Brisingr sticking awkwardly out of his chest, and sighed with some relief. He'd finally done it. He'd gotten rid of that waste of space that had ruined lives. He yanked his sword roughly out of Galbatorix, not caring what damage he did. He searched for Saphira. Upon finding her he walked over to her to heal her battered, torn wings, damaged where Shruikan had bitten into them. He forced himself to heal Saphira's wings, the effort almost killing him. He stood next to Saphira for a couple of minutes, gasping for breath. Eventually when he regained it, he climbed his way up to the saddle strapped to the crook between Saphira's neck and body. And with that they agreed with each other that they would go and find Islanzadi and Arya.

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The ground shook as Saphira glided to the ground. Eragon slid gracefully of the saddle and ran madly over to where he could see Islanzadi lying, a decorative hilt of a dagger emerging out of her chest. Her face was contorted in pain and the dagger imbedded in her chest was letting more blood escape every time she breathed. When she saw Eragon she weakly smiled. "Eragon. I am so glad that you could find me. If you find Arya alive tell her I loved her with all my heart. Protect her. And, and tell her to go to my old school." She gasped painfully in, the blade of the dagger skating ever closer to her heart. Eragon nodded attentively. "End my pain Shur'tugal, take the blade out from my chest." She guided his hands over to the hilt of the dagger and made him close them over it. Together they swiftly pulled the blade out of Islanzadi, letting the blood flow freely out. She smiled briefly, staring up at Eragon, before the blood oozed out of her mouth and her eyes were lifeless, staring up into the starry sky. Saphira came closer to the queen of elves and breathed softly against Islanzadi and she was encased in a sheet of clear crystal.

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"No! My mother is not dead!" Tears streamed down Arya's face unnoticed. She looked at Eragon with hope glistening in her eyes. "Please. Please tell me that she's alive. Please." She sobbed into Eragon's shoulder. He hugged her tighter, making sure that she had stopped crying before he let go. He stared her directly in her emerald green eyes and whispered, "She told me to tell you that she loved you. With all her heart." He paused for a moment before continuing. "She also said to go to her old school." At that sentence Arya's eyes widened. She murmured something that Eragon could not hear properly. She smiled painfully up at him. "Do you want to come with me?"

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Hermione gasped and stared amazed at the two figures in the middle of the quidditch field, (I forgot what it was called!) both of which were standing near a large sapphire coloured dragon. It's nostrils flared, it looked regal and it really didn't belong in the ground of Hogwarts. Harry and Ron had already landed and had gotten off their brooms and were talking to one of the figures. As Hermione came closer to them, she saw that the one closer to the dragon was a male and the one talking to Harry and Ron was a female.

The guy had blonde wind-blown hair that fell messily into his light blue eyes placed perfectly on his lightly tanned skin. Some of the girls that usually came and watched Harry and Ron practise were giggling and pointed blatantly at him. Hermione rolled her eyes at them. The girl had jet-black hair that seemed to float around her small heart-shaped face. Her emerald green eyes, standing out against her pale white skin, looked slightly out of place on her face, as though they had seen many things that someone who looked her age shouldn't have seen. As she talked her soft red lips moved enchanting Harry. Ron, on the other hand was looking somewhere slightly lower than her face. Poor her.

Eragon had finished talking to Saphira. He turned to Arya and saw her talking animatedly to a raven-haired boy. He flamed with jealousy. He crept silently toward Arya and the boy. When he came close he jumped to attention right next to Arya. She jumped, but upon realising who it was relaxed and sighed. "Harry and Ron, this is Eragon. Eragon, this is Harry and Ron." Eragon smiled and nodded Harry's way and Harry did the same. Ron didn't seem to notice Eragon at all. Eragon then casually placed his hand on Arya's hip. Harry saw this and asked naively, "So you two boyfriend, girlfriend?" Arya laughed joyfully, her melodious voice washing over all three boys. "No. But he's like my brother. So I'm cool with him doing that." Eragon grimaced obviously hurt that Arya only thought of him as a brother. A girl around Harry and Ron's age came running over. She had rich brown wavy but messy hair, soft mahogany coloured eyes placed delicately on lightly tanned skin. Harry grinned over at her, placing his hand on her shoulder, and said to Arya and Eragon, "This is Hermione. She's our brainiac friend!" Hermione scowled at this. But almost immediately after she smiled and shook hands with Arya then Eragon. But when Eragon and Hermione touched, Eragon magically (no pun intended) got zapped, the power of it rendering him unconscious.

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Eragon woke dazed, sleep still in his eyes.'Saphira? Where are you?' Eragon whispered in thought, but Saphira still heard him loudly.

'Ah, little one. You're awake. The girl Hermione took you to something called a hospital wing. I am with Arya and the two other excuses for males that are drooling over her. ' Saphira spoke clearly as if she was right next to Eragon.

Eragon looked at his surrounding. It looked nothing like Alagaesia. But then again, Alagaesia was individual. The girl who he was introduced to as Hermione before he passed out was sitting next to his bed. She smiled at him and asked him.

"Hey! I didn't catch your name before…." She trailed off.

"I'm Eragon." He stated, not revealing anything more to her, as he didn't really trust her. Hermione twisted and played with her hands nervously and tried to strike up a conversation. "So, that dragon out there yours?"

"Yea, She's mine. I'm her rider. Her name's Saphira." He murmured, looking anywhere but Hermione.

"Saphira," Hermione whispered, "That's a pretty name. It suits her too. She looks like one large sapphire." With that Eragon stood up and Hermione showed him to the Headmaster's office.

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Also as you can see in the chapter I don't like Ron. Sorry for the people who do like him. But I just don't like him. He is too clingy of Hermione. And she told me that she doesn't like him! So I abide her wishes.

I hope people like how I changed the chapter…. ( I hope)

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