AN: Well, I got one review! That was actually one more than I was expecting. -blush- I know I'm not a great writer, so I'm pretty sure I'll finish this fic with one review per chapter. Ah well. I don't mind that much. I still enjoy writing this:)

The person who did review asked about what ships I was planning on adding to the story, and I'm not sure what I'm going to do with Eragon, because I don't like Arya very much (xx) but Harry will probably end up with Ginny. And if I decide to add a little more romance, then I'll put some Ron/Hermione in there as well.

If anyone has any ideas for Eragon, I'd love to hear them!

Of Wizards and Dragon Riders

Chapter One

Eragon stared at Nasuada.

Did she just say we have to travel to another world

Yes, I believe she did. Saphira replied, grinning (as much as a dragon can grin) at Eragon.

Eragon shook himself a bit. "Well, I suppose," he said to Nasuada. "Y-You're completely sure I'm capable enough to do it?"

"Well..." She paused.

"So you think there's a large chance it won't work."

Nasuada winced. "No...I think you can do it. But...well, there's always a chance, isn't there?"

"Okay then. We'll do it."

Nasuada looked at him in surprise. "Just like that?"

"Yes. If you believe we can do it, then we will try our best."

Saphira nodded her large head. Yes.

Nasuada smiled slightly. "Thank you, Eragon Shadeslayer."

The next day, Eragon and Saphira found themselves in a large field. There were no towns, houses, or even trees for miles around.

"I've spoken with the spellcasters, and they have given me the ancient words for you," Nasuada said. She told Eragon and Saphira them.

"I'm afraid I must be going. There's nothing I can do to help you any longer." She gracefully hopped onto her horse, and with a wave and a smile, she set off.

Eragon watched her leave, before turning to Saphira. You ready?

I was born ready. She smirked. She crouched down to give Eragon easier access to her back, which was currently covered in a soft, lightweight saddle.

Eragon jumped on. Let's do this.

They spoke the ancient words, and with a brilliant flash of dazzling blue light, they were gone.

Harry woke with a start to a knocking on his bedroom door. He was drenched in sweat, his too large t-shirt clinging to his skin. It was still dark out. Why would Aunt Petunia or Uncle Vernon need him now?

He climbed out of bed stiffly, and opened the door. He nearly fainted in surprise when he saw his ex-teacher and friend, Remus Lupin standing outside his bedroom door.

"Professor Lupin? What-"

"No time to chat, Harry. I apologise for waking you, but you have to leave right now. There's been a deatheater attack just a couple towns away from here, and the deatheaters are still on the move. Dumbledore sent me to get you as soon as he heard. Even with the protections around your house, he fears that Voldemort is strong enough to get through them.

Harry stared at him with wide eyes. "But, the Dursleys! I can't just leave them here. They'll be attacked!"

Remus sighed. "Tonks and Kingsley are downstairs right now putting them back to sleep magically and sending them far away in a portkey. Don't worry Harry, they'll be fine. But you have to get out of here too, and soon. Pack up anything you want saved and meet me downstairs in 5 minutes. Okay?"

He rushed down the stairs before Harry could answer him.

Still half asleep, Harry stumbled through his room, stuffing things into his trunk. In three minutes, he was heading downstairs, dragging his trunk behind him. Remus grabbed his arm, touched his hand to a week old newspaper, and as Harry felt the familiar sensation of being pulled along by his navel, they were gone.

Eragon moaned and rolled over onto his back. Were were they...?

His muscles were stiff and he felt like he had smashed his head straight into a boulder. Which, he thought, he could have very well done.

Saphira...?

I'm here. He heard her say, a bit gruffly.

You have a headache too?

Eragon smiled when he heard her growl slightly. Poor baby.

He climbed to his feet painfully, wincing as his muscles protested.

He looked at their surroundings for the first time. It was nearing dawn, the sky turning from black to gray. In front of them, all he could see was trees. They had landed somewhere near a forest. He slowly turned around, and to his great surprise, found a castle.

His eyes went wide. A castle?

Well, we better go see if anyone lives there. He stifled a yawn. He hadn't realised how tired he was.

Come on, Saphira.

She grunted, making Eragon chuckle. She blew a flame dangerously close to his sensitive ear, and he yelped, jumping out of the way.

He made his way up the small hill they were on, glaring at Saphira the whole way.

Harry stumbled as they landed, and fell to his knees. I really did hate protkeys. He climbed to his feet, and looked around.

He discovered that they had landed in Dumbledore's office, a fact that made him scowl slightly.

The sun had just begun to rise, but the little light coming through the windows was not enough to light the room. Harry adjusted his glasses, for they had fallen off one of his ears when they had landed, and saw that Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, looking at Remus and Harry gravely.

"I assume there was no trouble?" Dumbledore said.

"None. The Dursleys are safe with Tonks and Kingsley, and we were gone before the deateaters had even entered the town."

Dumbledore brightened a bit, satisfied. "And how are you, Harry?"

"Fine, sir." He said curtly.

Dumbledore stiffened, and jumped out of his chair, looking alert.

"The wards have been breached!" He exclaimed. "Come, come. We must investigate." He swooped past them, and Remus and Harry rushed behind him.

They reached the front door, and Dumbledore stopped. "It doesn't seem like they want to do us any harm," he said. "But we can never be sure..."

He slowly opened the door.

Eragon and Saphira had reached the castle with no trouble, and they stopped at the two extremely large front doors.

The magic in the air around here is incredible. Saphira noted.

I can feel it too. It's almost...overwhelming.

Just then, the door started to move outward. Eragon jumped back in surprise, and immediantly grabbed his bow and placed an arrow in it. He stood there, feet apart, ready to attack, when an incredibly old looking man stepped out.

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise. He was currently standing infront of a young man, with an arrow pointed at him, and an extremely dangerous looking dragon behind him.

He was speechless for a moment, before shaking himself out of it. He discreetly put his wand into his hand. "Do you speak english?" He said slowly.

Eragon's eyes simply narrowed. What should I do? He spoke to Saphira in his head.

Do not speak yet. Wait and see if they are good or evil.

Behind the old man stepped out a weary, shabby looking middle-aged man, and a much younger boy. The boy looked to be around his own age, with messy black hair and startling green eyes.

"Please, put your weapon down. We won't do you any harm," Dumbledore said softly, but sternly.

Eragon slowly let his bow and arrow drop to his side, but didn't relax from his tense state. If these were wizards, they could easily use their magic on him. He was in no condition to fight with magic, after traveling here.

Dumbledore motioned with his hands. "Come inside. We can talk in my office."

Eragon didn't move.

Dumbledore frowned. He knew what he had to do. He raised his wand quickly, trying to stun the stranger before he could react, but with inhuman speed and grace, Eragon jumped out of the way, and hopped onto Saphira's back.

"Saphira!" He bellowed, and she took off, flapping her mighty wings, going strait up into the air.and hovering high over them.

Dumbledore flinched in surprise. He had almost forgotten about the dragon. It had stood in the shadows, barely making a sound. Above them, Saphira roared and released a ball of fire from her mouth.

"That certainly wasn't the right thing to do," Dumbledore sighed. "Remus, take Harry into the castle. He'll be much safer there. I'll try to negotiate with this stranger."

"What? But I can help!" Harry didn't want to be pushed away, he didn't want to let the "grown-ups" handle things while he sat in his room and worried. "It-it looks like he's around my age. Maybe I can talk to him easier than you..."

Both he and Dumbledore knew it was a lame excuse, but Dumbledore, remembering what happened at the end of last year, reluctantly nodded. Harry smiled.

AN: So, tell me what you think. I need some feedback!