HPXEragon

Main characters: Hermione Granger/Saphira

Summary: Saphira gets glimpses of a life where she was human. She ignores it as best as she can. But old bonds cannot be broken and her memories refuse to be ignored.


She struggled as she felt something prickle at her skin. Something prodded her consciousness and woke her up from her deep slumber. Her eyes opened to a blanket of darkness.

Where was she? Something was keeping her from moving and it was dark. So dark.

Her body twitched as she felt the spike of energy somewhere above her. And where was the energy coming from? Outside? There was a place outside the dark?

She wanted to go there- to the place where the comforting and familiar energy was.

But her body wouldn't move. Am I stuck here? No, I can get out of here. It's my choice. Move. I want to get out.

She struggled once more, eager to reach the tantalizing energy and to be free. With a powerful lurch she slammed upwards. A cold gust of air reached her sensitive nose.

She ignored the slight pain on the top of her nose and pushed forward eagerly, breathing in new scents.

With a crack, the rest of her bindings fell away from her body and she reveled in her new freedom. Her eyes took in everything around her. She tottered uncertainly as she moved her limbs on the flat ground sniffing around for a trace of the energy. She snapped her head up as her ears caught sounds of movement.

She paused as she recognized the scent and energy from the being in front of her. The creature moved towards her with an extended arm and touched her snout. Images flashed through her mind as she felt herself connect to the other being.

Human. Dragon. Protect. Life. She blinked and looked at the human sprawled on the wooden ground in front of her. Her blue snout nudged the boy's cheek gently waiting for him to move again.

When he sat up, she sent her feelings of hunger towards the newly opened space in her mind.

*X*X*X*

She glanced at the world around her curiously as she perched from her human's shoulder. Everything he said filled her mind with familiar phrases and things. She didn't like when he left her behind, all alone in the cold. But she waited patiently. She spent her time flying through the sky, wings cutting through the air.

The day he came to her and told her he was leaving, she knew she had to act. Going through her memories, she formed a single word and sent it to his mind, "Eragon."

When he raced away from her, she knew that he understood. When he came back, she was thrilled that he spoke to her as an equal. He spoke of his cousin. But the best part was when he decided to name her.

She snickered as he listed off male names and grinned when he realized that she was female. After many tries, he asked her, "Are you Saphira?"

The name felt…wonderful. "Yes" she approved in satisfaction.

*X*X*X*

Saphira landed next to Eragon and listened as he recalled his encounter with two ghastly creatures in his town. Rage built up in her mind as images of death and destruction flashed through her mind. Masks, blood, green lights and lots of fire.

She let out a roar as memories of loss and pain called out for revenge. Oaths betrayed, souls killed! Blood everywhere. Murderers.

When Eragon climbed on her back, she rose up into the air, eager to get him away from danger.

*X*X*X*

The first time, she met Brom she thought he looked very familiar- white hair and knowledgeable eyes. When he spoke to her, she realized that he had once been like Eragon- a rider.

As he patted her gently, she became aware of the history of the dragons- of things like the slaughter of Doru Areaba. She knew it was because Brom had shared part of his knowledge unknowingly. And she knew that dragons learnt things from the consciousness of the land.

But that didn't explain why she dreamt of a glittering castle filled with humans. A castle, that didn't have dragons or riders. A castle, that made her heart ache more than thoughts about the slaughter of Doru Areaba.

*X*X*X*

Saphira's mind whirled as Eragon told her about his magical attack. He'd been able to make use of fire with just a word. As she listened to Brom explain the rules of magic, she wondered why she felt a bit envious of Eragon.

She closed her eyes, but couldn't get rid of images of floating blue flames that listened to her every command.

*X*X*X*

Her body tingled in anticipation as they stood waiting for the Urgals to come through the opening. This feeling of battling- of protecting something important felt very familiar to her.

Saphira knew that they were outnumbered. She knew that there was a chance that they could be defeated. But she knew that she couldn't give up. They wouldn't have given up. We three would have been at the frontlines of such a battle.

When Eragon battled the Shade, she knew that he needed help. He always got into trouble just like…she pushed the distracting memories away eager to reach Eragon.

She let the elf on her back and flew down through the broken Isidar Mithrim. She felt something familiar well up in her as she let out a deep burst of flame. Bright hot flames tinged with a familiar blue raced through her mouth and into the air. Bluebell flame, she thought idly.

*X*X*X*

The forest of the elves brought forth another slew of memories. Centaurs, unicorns and even a giant. Saphira glanced at the old trees surrounding her and wondered if beings such as centaurs existed. No one seemed to know about them. No tales or lore of magical creatures other than dragons.

If they didn't exist here, then why could she picture them so clearly in her mind?

*X*X*X*

Saphira snarled at the red dragon in front of her. How dare this dragon side with Galbatorix?

She raged, pushing through the red dragon's mental defenses as they battled in the air. With a snarl, she bit down on the red neck and managed to establish a connection to the other dragon.

Her eyes widened at the images she found hidden in the other dragon's mind. Huge stone statues on a large board and two tiny humans in the front waiting for instructions.

Within a minute of contact, she knew.

"Ron?"

The red dragon looked at her with pained eyes, "Hermione?"

*X*X*X*

Saphira listened to Eragon tell the others about his battle with Murtagh. Her mind flew back to her last conversation with Ron…no, Thorn.

"The third dragon egg. I saw it. It's green in colour. An emerald green"

He didn't say anything else as he flew away. He didn't need to. There was only one person who they associated with that colour. If they were both here, then he was definitely here too.

"Wait for us Harry. We'll find a way to get you! I'll find a way to save Ron and fix this." She thought resolutely thinking of Ron being controlled by Galbatorix. They'd be free.


A/N: Odd? Well that's to be expected- it's a plot bunny! They're odd by nature. I never said any of these were going to be 'normal'.

Polar.