Narufan4ev: Hi! I'm back and wow I got a ton of reviews! Then I noticed my story was still at the top of this section due to lack of use… That's really sad. I mean this combination has a lot of potential when written by right person. Anyways sorry for the wait, I got off break and started school again and lots of stress yaddayadda. So yeah, also due to its unpopularity I won't be doing the whole dialogue thing at the beginning of chapters anymore. With that back to the story!

Saphira! Saphira! Eragon could see her right there but she was impossible to reach. She was in distress and he knew exactly why but no matter he did it didn't work. There was nothing he could do but stand there. And then he was falling, falling, falling. What was he doing? He didn't what to do. He wanted to be safe, safe with Saphira and Arya and Roran and Katrina. Safe… falling, falling and then he hit ground.

His eyes snapped open. He was still in these odd surroundings? He could have sworn that was a dream. Full realization finally hit him and he sprung up into a sitting position. Though his body was still terribly sore he wasn't as fatigued as before. Now with full consciousness he had an opportune moment to panic.

"Just because you have the energy to, does not mean you should!" His head snapped towards the voice. It was the same woman from before. Closing the door she previously walked through, she made her way to the bed. "You aren't completely healed yet so don't go skipping off and causing more damage!"

"What's going on? Where am I?" He winced at his still croaky voice but pushed on steadily. He dodged her as she tried to push him back into a laying position. "Who are you and where is Saphira‽"

"Young man, I insist you lie back down!" She huffed still reaching for him yet he continued to dodge her maneuvers easily. "Though they aren't broken your ribs are badly bruised. You're head also took quite a hit and I don't want you shaking it about in case of concussion!"

"No! I want to know where I am this instant!" He urged as he inched towards the other side of the bed. "And why can't I find Saphira‽"

"You are in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, young man," Eragon snapped to the other side of the hall where an elderly man was emerging from doors Eragon hadn't noticed in his previous semi-conscious inspection. The man walked towards Eragon's bed, the robes he wore billowing behind him. "I am Headmaster Albus Dumbledore and this is Madame Pomfrey, our healer. Now may I inquire your name?"

"E-Eragon," he replied in a much less frantic voice. Something about this man's overall presence demanded respect, yet in an affectionate way? Eragon couldn't properly describe it.

"Eragon?" Albus' brow rose in acknowledgment. "I remember that from my travels. A very old and powerful name you have."

"Please, tell me what's going on? What happened?" Eragon pleaded. He was confused and he'd had enough of idle chatter.

"Oh, of course forgive me," he stroked his beard in contemplation. "You were brought to the Hospital Wing after appearing midair about three from the ground. You landed harshly and promptly fell unconscious. You've been sleeping for over 2 weeks now, Eragon."

"What? Appeared midair?" Eragon was absolutely stunned by this. What could he have done to teleport himself to such a strange place? What had he even been doing before he appeared? But most importantly, why hadn't Saphira appeared?

"Yes, may I ask how did you manage to apparate into the school?" Dumbledore turned to a much more serious tone. "That is a serious breach in security."

"Apparate- I don't know what you're talking about," Eragon was very confused. Hogwarts? Apparition? What did this all mean? What did he do? "Where is Saphira?"

"Saphira?" Albus questioned.

"Yes, he has been mentioning a Saphira since he woke up," Madam Pomfrey added as she finally managed to coax Eragon back into a lying position.

"She's a blue dragon," Eragon had a sickening feeling that if they hadn't felt the need to mention a glimmering sapphire dragon the size of a house by this point that she was nowhere to be found.

His fears were confirmed when Dumbledore replied with an astonished, almost amused, kind of guffaw.

"A blue dragon? What could you possibly mean my boy?" Dumbledore questioned. Eragon felt his heart clench at the thought of being away from Saphira for too long.

"Please tell me… where in Alagaësia am I?" Eragon asked with a sickening feeling. Dumbledore's eyes widened exceptionally.

"Oh, Eragon you're in England," Dumbledore seemed almost weary to continue, as Eragon looked to him with a confused expression. "You're a long way from home."

Eragon stared on in utter shock as the last sentence was said in the Ancient Language.

"Could you be a Dragon Rider?" Dumbledore uttered in awe.

Narufan4ev: Well, there's the second chapter! What do you think? Do you think I portrayed Dumbledore and Eragon okay? Sorry it's still kinda short but I want to make this story as good as possible so I'm thinking of my writing style more carefully. I REALLY want this story to be something I'll be proud of later on and I want it to be in character and interesting. Well, anyways see you next chapter!