AN: Here comes the beginning of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone...

This one also has a few scenes from the original Harry Potter. Look for more of these [ ]

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and the Inheritance Cycle are owned by JK Rowling and Christopher Paolini respectively.

"Spoken out loud"

Mind speak

-X-

"How about Ophelia?"

No, didn't you remember she died it that story?

"Eridor?"

That's a male's name.

"At least he's green."

It had been a few weeks since Harry recieved the Domia abr Wyrda from Angela, and he had learned a great deal from it, such as the fact that dragons were actually native to Alagaësia, present day north Africa, if he knew his geography, and that they had migrated to several places that included England. He wondered why the dragons left their homeland. He also learned that dragons are in fact really smart, at least the true ones (the new breeds that Angela mentioned aren't so smart), and had been teaching his dragon to use words since he read that. They were at the moment thinking of a good name for her, looking through the tome for inspiration.

How about Jade?

"That sounds boring."

Harry sounds boring too, so you can't say that you hypocrite.

Harry had to concede. "Good point. Jade it is then."

The newly christened Jade got to her feet and shook herself and raised her wings. I should get going soon. The closest forest is half an hour away. Harry waved her goodbye as she sailed through the sky.

Jade had grown alarmingly quickly and presently was roughly the size of a young horse. She couldn't really enter the house anymore since the second week and now had to live in the nearest forest instead to hide from the so called wizards that Angela warned about in the library. When he asked her every time they met about them, she just replied—"You'll find out later, and tell me when you get the letter! I'll need to help you sneak your dragon to the school."—It was infuriating.

Harry himself walked slowly to the Dursley's house. He refused to call it his. The days he lived in their house was made a lot better by lamenting his fate to his dragon since she learned to speak. Of course, it could barely get worse anyways. Harry sighed. He still had a few more chores to do before he cooked dinner.

-X-

["Up! Get up! Now!"

Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.

"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. He rolled into his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.

His aunt was back outside the door.

"Are you up yet?" she demanded.

"Nearly," said Harry.

"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday."]

Harry contacted Jade. Good morning.

What is it at this time?

Today is Dudley's birthday.

So?

I'm probably going to be with Mrs. Figg for the day while Dudley goes to the zoo or something. You know, the mad cat lady who nearly noticed you the other day?

Oh. Sorry I can't visit, then.

Don't worry about it.

[When he was dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise -- unless of course it involved punching somebody. Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him. Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast.]

[Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon. "Comb your hair!" he barked, by way of a morning greeting.]

[Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother.] Dudley himself was making a beeline for the stack of presents on the table.

[Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents. His face fell.

"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father.

"That's two less than last year."

"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mommy and Daddy."

"All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face.

Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over.

Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, "And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that, popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?"

Dudley thought for a moment.] Harry privately wondered if it was hard work for him. Jade imitated an amused sound in her mind at that.

[Finally, he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty...thirty..."

"Thirty-nine, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.

"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right then."

Uncle Vernon chuckled. "Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. 'Atta boy, Dudley!" He ruffled Dudley's hair.

At that moment the telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it while Harry and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR. He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Petunia came back from the telephone looking both angry and worried.

"Bad news, Vernon," she said. "Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take him." She jerked her head in Harry's direction.

Dudley's mouth fell open in horror, but Harry's heart gave a leap. Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she'd ever owned.

"Now what?" said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Harry as though he'd planned this. Harry knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs. Figg had broken her leg, but it wasn't easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole year before he had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws, and Tufty again.

"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.

"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the boy."

The Dursleys often spoke about Harry like this, as though he wasn't there -- or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldn't understand them, like a slug.]

It took a very long conversation and the arrival of Piers Polkiss for them to finally decide on what to do.

Change of plans, Jade. I'm coming with the Dursleys to the zoo.

Ooh, tell me what's there when you get back.

X-

The day at the zoo was much better than he expected, even though the car ride left much to be yearned. Harry seemed to be oddly quiet towards the Dursleys throughout the trip. He was in fact talking to Jade as she flew through soft silvery clouds. He ceaselessly hoped for the day she would be big enough to ride.

[While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He liked to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank, and Harry were just a few of his favorite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles.

"... roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorcycle overtook them.

You know, I had a dream about a motorcycle this morning. It was flying. Harry told Jade.

Well, flying on a dragon would beat it anytime

Don't be so vain. It was just a dream.

I just suddenly remembered you saying that last week. How did you get a recurring dream?

I have no idea.

Harry and Jade kept on like that, him completely blocking out what anyone else in the car were talking about, all the way to the zoo. It scared the elder Dursleys since their freaky nephew might be thinking forbidden things.

-X-

[It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. The Dursleys bought Dudley and Piers large chocolate ice creams at the entrance and then, because the smiling lady in the van had asked Harry what he wanted before they could hurry him away, they bought him a cheap lemon ice pop. It wasn't bad, either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head who looked remarkably like Dudley, except that it wasn't blond.

Harry had the best morning he'd had in a long time. He was careful to walk a little way apart from the Dursleys so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldn't fall back on their favorite hobby of hitting him. They ate in the zoo restaurant, and when Dudley had a tantrum because his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream on top, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Harry was allowed to finish the first.]

The day was good, and he knew it wouldn't last.

After that break from the sun, they (everyone except for Harry) decided to go to the reptile house. It looked vaguely like a long and thin cave with window panes lit dimly from inside. In the glass were many lizards and snakes alternately slithering or walking around their tiny cages. They looked pitiful compared to Jade, and so, he naturally went for the largest one, seeing that none of the other animals were interesting. Coincidentally, it was a sleeping giant snake that Dudley was vainly trying to awaken.

[Dudley stood with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the glistening brown coils.

"Make it move," he whined at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didn't budge.

"Do it again," Dudley ordered. Uncle Vernon rapped the glass smartly with his knuckles, but the snake just snoozed on.

"This is boring," Dudley moaned. He shuffled away.

Harry moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake. He wouldn't have been surprised if it had died of boredom itself -- no company except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long. It was worse than having a cupboard as a bedroom, where the only visitor was Aunt Petunia hammering on the door to wake you up; at least he got to visit the rest of the house.

The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry's.

It winked.]

What? Harry was dumbfounded, and the intelligence in its eyes reminded him of Jade. He unconsciously tried to contact it with his mind.

Hi?

Hello.

Harry jumped in surprise. It seemed that he could talk to other living things with his mind too and not just Jade.

The snake jerked its head toward Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then said those people are the kind I really hate. They keep trying to wake me up when I'm trying to sleep. What's wrong with some people?

I know, right. The woman next to The is my aunt. She does that too, Harry agreed. I'm sorry about those two. They're my relatives.

Ooh, you have a walrus as a relative? I feel bad, I don't think even I can fit them in my mouth.

Don't. Please. Harry said quickly. Where are you from, anyway?

The snake looked at him for a second, possibly in disbelief, before jabbing its tail towards a metal plaque.

Boa Constrictor, Brazil

Ooh, Brazil. How was it there?

Keep reading.

Born in captivity. Poor you.

Harry and the snake kept like that, talking to each other for a while before a shout made him jump.

["DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"

Dudley came waddling toward them as fast as he could.

"Out of the way, you," he said, punching Harry in the ribs. Caught by surprise, Harry fell hard on the concrete floor. What came next happened so fast no one saw how it happened -- one second, Piers and Dudley were leaning right up close to the glass, the next, they had leapt back with howls of horror.

Harry sat up and gasped; the glass front of the boa constrictor's tank had vanished. The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out onto the floor. People throughout the reptile house screamed and started running for the exits.

As the snake slid swiftly past him, Harry could have sworn a low, hissing voice said, "Brazil, here I come... Thanksss, amigo."

The keeper of the reptile house was in shock.]

-X-

As soon as they got home, Uncle Vernon threw Harry straight into his cupboard. He sat there, talking to Jade with their mind-bond much later, waiting for the moon to rise so that the Dursleys were asleep and he could sneak out for some food from the fridge.

What did the snake tell you when it escaped? As far as I saw in your memories, you broke the connection when you fell, right? Jade asked as she shuffled through the memories she recieved.

It said it was going to Brazil, and thanked me. I don't know why it would thank me. As for understanding it, I have no idea. Maybe some new thing from being a Rider? Harry wondered.

-X-

AN: As you can see, this is the fourth chapter and there still aren't any letters or owls yet. This story is going to be a long one, and I'll try to keep it chugging as long as I still have steam and inspiration to do so. Don't worry though, I'll have the letters start streaming in the next chapter. It's not going to be that long.

As for cranegamer, these are just filler chapters. I'm trying to make the story line up with canon HP. Don't worry, the real fun stuff will not be copy-pasted. Also, thanks for pointing out the parchment thing. Didn't notice that from the initial pass.

Critics are welcome, flamers aren't.