Traveling my way?

A/N: A crossover of Harry Potter and David Eddings' The Belgariad/Mallorean. Note that Eriond is still a god, but on vacation in this story, just to add some effects towards it. I don't know how I got this idea, but I hope you like it, so R/R. Ps. This could kind of be dedicated to my friend Amber-you know who you are.

Chapter 1- Sleeping News

It was late in the summer, and the vale was abloom with its flowers. Eriond had decided to take a visit back to his former family and see how they were. He had only come yesterday and was inside with Polgara keeping the twins entertained, while Vella and Poledra were helping with the cooking . Durnik had been sitting out back trying to figure out the best way to keep the garden clear of weeds, with the sun setting against his face.
"Durnik, could you please give me a hand with the cleaning?", Polgara, the daughter of Belgarath, called through the door.
"I've almost found the solution, Pol", he answered back.
"Garion will be here with Ce'Nedra any day now and I don't want the house to be such a mess. Besides, I believe the others will come as well."
"The house is never a mess, Pol. It's just a bit 'untidy, that's all. And the others can live with it. It's cleaner than one room within their houses probably. And not to be rude, but wasn't Eriond helping with the cleaning?"
"Eriond is off riding with horse somewhere, father and Uncle Beldin are in their towers, and I really do need some help."
"Eriond will be back in a minute, dear. He's probably out at the river trying to swim some more."
"Durnik," she said with a slight edge in her voice, "I would really appreciate it if you would come in and help me clean."
This time he caught the message. "Coming dear."

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Out on the sea of winds, the Rivan King had his own problems to worry about.
"Garion, couldn't you try to calm the wind down just a bit?" the little queen asked for the hundredth time. "All this rocking back and forth isn't doing me any good, and that includes my stomach."
"Ce'Nedra, you have been through worse winds," Garion said with some effort. "This is the only way we're ever going to make it to the vale before harvest time."
"But I'm still the one with a baby, and what I say, goes!"
"Have fun trying to communicate with a breeze", he said with heavy sarcasm.
"Garion! You are going to have a chat with the wind, now!" Ce'Nedra screeched in her demanding voice.
"Alright already! Fine, I'll do it!" he snapped, still trying to get his temper under control.
Silently, he used his will, which came in barely above a whisper, spoke "Breeze" and settled the wind down to a gentle breeze.
"There. Are you happy?" he demanded with an edge in his voice.
Ce'Nedra smiled sweetly and said "Yes dear, thank you very much."
After he looked around at his crew who was trying to suppress smiles, Garion turned his back and grumbled as he went below deck.
Geran had been watching his parents and suddenly got a glowing Idea. "Typhoon!" he yelled, not knowing that such possibilities did live.
"Geran!" Ce'Nedra yelled in panic. "Come over here this instant! And put the wind back the way it was and leave the ocean alone!"
Geran looked at his mother with sparkling blue eyes full of disasters just waiting to happen. Then, he suddenly put on a worried expression, as if just realizing what he had caused, and ran below deck, leaving the western sea in a great toss of 'Knock the boat over'.
"Garion! Get your son and yourself back up here this instant!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. She didn't know what else to do, besides standing there, watching the captain bark orders at the crew and try to stay on course. "GARION!"
"All right! I'm coming already!" Garion was closely followed by his son, who was still looking tense and doing his best to stay out of his mother's eyesight. "Now what is it?"
"Look at what your son has caused!"
Garion got a wondering expression about him and took a look at the sea, which was becoming wilder with each minute passing. "Oh my, no wonder the ship is rocking so much."
"Does this seem casual to you?" she said in an icy tone.
"Of course not. I'm just saying I was confused about how it went from windy to breezy to stormy within 2 minutes."
"And what do you plan on doing about it?"
The ships' captain came over, looking a bit annoyed. "Pardon the intrusion," he said with the formal bow and greeting, "but if it were possible for yeh to try and settle her down a wee bit, I'd be mighty thankful and we'd arrive a bit sooner also."
"Oh, sorry captain" Garion said, looking a bit embarrassed. "I'll take care of it right away."
"I thank yeh, me lad."
Garion closed his eyes and focused his will once more, then whispered "Calm", bringing the crashing of waves against the ship to a total cease of movement.
"I can't thank yeh enough, me lad."
"My pleasure, captain."
With a smile, the captain patted him on the shoulder, looked gently down on Geran with wise eyes, and turned to run his ship again.
"My pleasure?" Ce'Nedra asked with a tone of disbelief in her voice.
"Is there a problem dear?"
"Oh Garion" she said, smiling whimsically and picking Geran up to carry him below deck.
Garion sighed, looked up at the sky and just said under his breath "Why me?" * * * * * * * *

"Eriond, would you please find Beldin and my father and tell them to come eat?" Polgara asked the curly-haired-demi-god when he got back from walking with the twins in the Vale to the Tree.
"Yes ma'am" he said, and went back out to search for the little man.

It didn't take him too long to find either one, though. About as soon as he was getting off of horse to knock at Beldin's rose-quartz tower door, he could hear the yelling coming from above his head. He began walking around the tower, when some old parchments came tumbling out of the window, followed by a red leather-bound book.
"You damn nitwit!" Beldin yelled. "How in the hell could you do that? These papers are a new beginning for something not even the gods knew would come!"
"Beldin, would you please listen to me!" came Belgarath's defense. "All you're doing is looking for trouble. As soon as you figure out what is going to happen, believe me, it will happen. We just finished one problem, and I don't need another one to follow me around wherever I go again!"
"That's because you as an old squib can't understand the complexity of what this new discovery is."
"An old- what did you call me?"
"It's a term I picked up while studying this new discovery."
"Just great. So you might as well be calling me the unknown."
"Technically, that's also what you are. The unknown I mean."
"Excuse me," came Eriond's voice from the doorway, "but Polgara sent me to come and tell you it's dinner time."
Belgarath grumbled something, while Beldin sat there glaring at him from under his mangy hair. "Tell her we'll be along in a minute, AFTER we are done discussing some difficult matters that we can't agree on."
One of those problems again, Eriond thought. "Ok, I'll tell her that you'll be late, again."
"Thanks allot."
"And do you mind if I read through this book? It seems very interesting."
"Not another one, who speaks but pure nonsense," Belgarath moaned into his hands.
"Just be sure to not damage them in any way," Beldin said, with a certain look of triumph in his eyes. "Oh, and before you go back, tell Vella that the eggs are getting a little cold." Eriond nodded, turned, and went back outside. After he left, the old sorcerers began yelling at each other about what poor ridicule would come to this poor boys' mind after him reading these stories.

"Where are my father and uncle?" Polgara asked as she observed Eriond and horse riding back in unaccompanied.
"They have another dilemma to sort out," he replied, trying to keep the book out of Polgara's sight.
"What was it about this time?" she asked with a heavy sigh.
"Beldin found a new legend of some sort" he began out carefully, "and Belgarath says that it'll bring nothing but trouble."
"Another one?" Vella asked in a incredulous voice. She had decided that, although she loved to fly, she did miss eating cooked food and vegetables. But why vegetables? She hated her greens.
"Ah, so it's one of those arguments again," Polgara said with a faint smile. She knew very well how long they could take, so she let it rest. "And what about you, Eriond? Before you even think about going to that table you go and wash your hands."
"Yes ma'am."
"And don't forget to water horse."
"Yes ma'am."
"And call the children in for lunch." "Yes ma'am." "Oh, and one other thing Eriond."
"Yes ma'am?" He looked confused. What else could he have possibly forgotten?
"You forgot your book here."
"Oh, oops." He quickly went back over and took it with him, a little embarrassed about how his concealment of the book had failed.

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"Garion!" Ce'Nedra had been in a bad mood all morning and decided she might feel better if she could bully Garion a while. They had been traveling for 3 days now, and still had 2 more to go before they would even see part of the vale. As soon as she could find him, she would be as uncivilized and unladylike as possible. "Garion, where ARE you?!" She began getting worried after her fifth time calling out into the woods.
"Over here." The muffled cry came from behind a grove of trees. In the center was Garion, sitting there and contentedly staring at the Orb of Aldur, which Riva Iron-Grip had stolen so many eons ago. He couldn't even remember his mother and father after what Asharak had done. Sometimes he could still here the Murgo calling out for mercy in the woods of the Dryads when he was small. He mostly woke up panting from that dream, although, he hasn't given it any thought for about a year now. So why did that memory come back if he was over it?
Seeing how far in thought her husband was, the little queen decided to put her frustration to the side and came next to her king. "Garion, is everything all right?" she asked with a worried frown creasing her forehead.
Garion smiled at her after a moment and planted a kiss lightly on her cheek. "I've just been thinking dear, that's all."
"Oh? About what?" She had never seen him act like this before. Had she maybe been pushing it too far with the bossing around? He had become accustomed to it, or so she thought.
"Nothing much," he said, and began looking back into the Orb, as if the glowing stone were some kind of a hint, a clue that could answer what he'd been wanting to know.
"Garion, tell me right this instant what is wrong with you." Ce'Nedra had gotten her composure back and was doing her best in trying to get her husband's attention.
"Nothing dear, just-" he had been abruptly cut off as Ce'Nedra kissed him soundly on the lips and looked him straight in the face.
"If you don't tell me right this instant what is wrong, I'll tell Aunt Pol about how you almost drowned trying to get a shell for me." She knew it was a ridiculous threat, but that's all she had on him. How else would she get the answer she's been wanting to know?
Garion stared at her for a moment, then he burst out laughing, which made Ce'Nedra even more annoyed that what she had been. He decided that he should edge around what was actually bothering him. "I just had the dream about Asharak in the Woods of the Dryads."
"Again? But I thought you had gotten over that a long time ago."
"So did I, until it came back last night."
"Garion, are you absolutely sure you're alright?"
"Yes dear, I'll be fine. Now, if you would please get off of me. I can't really feel my legs anymore. Have you gained some weight?"
She smiled at him as she got to her feet, then pushed him backwards as soon as he had made it onto his knees, sending him sprawling again. She laughed her silvery little laugh and went back to the horses.
"Women" he muttered before he took a last glance at the Orb and placed it back on the swords' pommel. As he took a look back at it, it suddenly began glowing a faint greenish blue, but still keeping the original shine about it. Something was just not right, and he knew it too.

A/N: This concludes the first chapter of the story. What's got him so worked up? Well, maybe you don't know them, but the next chapter is gonna be Harry Potter, so don't worry about not knowing all of the characters. If harry Potter is the only reason you're reading this story, then.oh whatever. R/R please. ^-^