Inheriting a Draconian Mantle – Book 4
By Stargatesg1fan1
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognized characters or universes within. If I did…I would have ended the Inheritance Cycle with Arya and Eragon in love and entangled in a heated, naked, and sweaty mess in their bed. Harry Potter would have been smarter and taken every opportunity he had to make love to the gorgeous Miss Granger and when they were old enough he would have made her the next Mrs. Potter.
Females Bonded by Harry Potter So Far (In Books One through Three):
Nymphadora 'Nym' Tonks is played by Sarah Chalke
Hermione Granger is played by Emma Watson
Susan Bones is played by Karen Gillian
Cho Chang is played by Katie Leung
Ginny Weasley is played by Julie McNiven
Luna Lovegood is played by Evanna Lynch
Queen Dianna of the Fairies is played by Dianna Agron
Females Bonded by Harry Potter in Book 4:
Jaimie (Merlin's mother) is played by Jaimie Alexander
Arya is played by Sienna Guillory
Professor Bridget Regan is played by Bridget Regan
Fleur Delacour is played by Clemence Poesy
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Chapter 4
Smut Scene Redacted (See hpfanficarchive for erotic version)
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September 2nd dawned somewhat gloomily. The storm that had raged the night before had luckily spent its energy. The Riders all compared their schedules at breakfast.
"Herbology followed by Arithmancy. It'll be nice to have class again with Bridget," Harry mused.
"Better remember to start calling her Professor Regan again, love," Hermione advised.
"I rather prefer Professor Sprout's class to Professor Regan's," Neville stated as he took the package from his family owl.
"Only you Neville," Ginny said with a shake of her head.
"Did you forget something again Nev?" Hannah asked her boyfriend in regards to the package.
"No, it's just some baked goods from my mum. She has been baking up a storm the last few years. I think she is anxious about me coming back to school," Neville replied as he stuffed the package in his magically expanded robe pocket while standing to head to class.
"I like Herbology as much as the next witch but even I have to admit this is nasty," Susan observed while staring at a bubotuber a few minutes later.
The plant, if it could be called that, was ugly looking. Bubotubers looked like slugs with pus filled bulges along their slimy length. Professor Sprout had set the class to collecting the pus. Several pints had been collected by the end of the class.
"You will find this is an excellent remedy for acne when used right," Sprout informed the class.
"And a way to induce skin problems if not used right," Harry pointed out.
"You would know that Mr. Potter given who your godfather is," Sprout replied with a tone that suggested fond reminiscence.
Harry gave his Herbology professor a roguish grin that struck the witch with a powerful sense of déjà vu. He looked so much like his father at that moment that if he hadn't had eyes the same shade as Lily she would have thought she was sixteen years in the past.
"Professor, you know I would never behave in such a manner as Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, or James Potter," Harry said with a look of mock innocence.
"Get out of here you scamp," Sprout said with the hint of a grin at the corner of her mouth.
The rest of the students had already started departing with the exception of the lead Rider and his friends. The bell had sounded announcing the change of periods. Harry and his friends headed towards the Arithmancy classroom. When they entered Bridget was standing next to the blackboard with a welcoming expression on her features.
"Good morning class. I hope everyone had a good summer," Bridget greeted with a smile. "I know I did." Bridget winked at Harry. There were murmurs of assent from those around the room. "Today we are going to begin going over the equations for one of our major projects this term after a short review of last year's projects."
"What are we going to be making this term Professor?" Neville asked.
"This term we will construct a device which will measure the strength of a magical field. Over the summer I conversed with a colleague who gave me ideas for how to make this device possible," Bridget explained.
There were appreciative murmurs throughout the room. One of the hardest things to do was measure magical strength. Most of the time magical strength was measured through indirect means and by its effect on the surrounding environment. Testing had been conducted which measured the strength of common spells which was part of the stimulus for the creation of Arithmancy. After the review Bridget began detailing the equations derived with the collaboration of her favorite student over the summer. He was more interested in watching her bum move. It was an interesting lesson.
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Harry was walking through the Entrance Hall on the way to the Great Hall for dinner later that day when his instincts told him something was wrong. The Rider's constant threat assessment of the minds of the beings surrounding him using his powerful passive telepathy picked up Malfoy's intentions shortly before the curse left the blonde boy's wand.
"BANG!" The sound echoed throughout the Entrance Hall.
Harry hadn't even had to move to defend himself before Alastor Mad Eye Moody, the new Defense Professor, had stopped Draco.
"It would appear he has finally grown enough mental fortitude to withstand your rather passive mental manipulations to make him go away," Saphira pointed out.
"And the first thing he attempts to do is curse me in the back," Harry pointed out. "Lucius would have been so proud…before I subjugated him to my will."
"I don't tolerate cowards who attempt to curse others in the back," Moody growled at Draco who had been transfigured into a ferret. Harry had easily sidestepped the curse which had impacted the wall above his head and cracked the stone. "Did he get you Potter?"
"No, Professor," Harry replied. "His aim appears to be poor."
"Leave it," Moody growled at Goyle who the retired Auror had been facing away from, the magical eye in the old Auror's head facing towards Goyle. "Oh I don't think so," Moody declared as the terrified white ferret attempted to run away. A few gestures of the Defense professor's wand had the ferret bouncing up and down ten feet in the air. "Never…curse…a…person…in the back…again," Moody said while emphasizing his words by bashing Malfoy against the ground.
"What are you doing Professor Moody?" McGonagall asked as she came walking down the main staircase with a load of books in her arms.
"I'm teaching a lesson to a coward," Moody replied while McGonagall's eyes followed the bouncing ferret.
"Is that a student?" Minerva demanded in shock, passing her stack of books to a nearby student as she stepped off the staircase and drawing her wand. Moody had only managed to nod before the Transfiguration professor had reverted Malfoy to a mess of rumpled robes and even messier blonde hair. Rounding on Moody, McGonagall asserted, "We punish with detentions here at Hogwarts Professor Moody, not transfiguration."
"I'll remember that in the future," Moody replied while eying Malfoy with obvious delight.
"My father will be hearing of this," Draco promised.
"Let that Death Eater little snake try and do something. The only reason he isn't in Azkaban himself is because he bribed his way out," Moody rebutted with a fierce expression. Draco backed away in shock. "I think it's time we talked to your Head of House about your behavior. Let's see what old Horace has to say about you."
Moody seized the Malfoy heir by the arm and started for the dungeons.
"I might have had more fun sitting on him," Saphira suggested to the Riders in the group.
Suppressing a smile like his friends, Neville pointed out, "But didn't you say you got really messy after Quirrell?"
"It's nothing a good cleaning spell or even better a bath couldn't fix," Renenth, Neville's dragon, suggested.
The Riders all had to smile at this response. The native Pernese dragons had instilled a strong appreciation of bathing in their Earth-born relatives. The clear clean bodies of water on Pern were always available for a good swim. The magical dragons had never realized how much fun bathing the normal way could be since magic kept their hides fairly clean most of the time.
As the group began to eat Fred Weasley declared, "Moody is just so bloody cool!"
"Beyond cool," George added.
"Super cool," Lee Jordan chipped in.
"We get it," Harry said. "You want to go down on him."
There was a retching sound and Fred said, "Harry that was a positively revolting mental image."
Grinning, George added, "And totally worthy of a Marauder's heir."
"So you two mischief makers had Professor Moody's class earlier didn't you?" Ginny inquired of her brothers. "What was he like?"
"It was unlike any lesson we have had before," Fred supplied.
"He knows what it's actually like to be out there doing it," Lee added.
"Fighting dark wizards," George clarified.
"It's fairly easy to impress hatchlings who have never seen battle even if a being has experienced much combat themselves," Saphira commented sagely to the Riders.
"I look forward to our class with him on Thursday," Hermione commented.
"You look forward to every class, Hermione," Susan teased.
Hermione's response was to stick her tongue out. Nym promptly grasped the younger witch's tongue between her fingers and flicked Hermione on the nose.
"That was the oddest expression I've ever witnessed," Fred commented.
"Me too," George agreed.
The others didn't bother asking the twins what they had witnessed because the fairy enchantments concealing Nym probably ensured they each saw something quite different and wholly inaccurate. Before they had their first DADA lesson of the year the fourth year Gryffindors and Ravenclaws shared their first History of Magic class of the year. Normally Harry and his friends would have used the time to read actual history texts but the changes Delores Umbridge had made to the history classroom made that task problematic. The new décor was almost as offensive as the Ministry witch herself.
Neville leaned over the table from his spot next to Hannah and whispered, "I see dead cats."
The walls were covered with portraits of kittens which were all meowing. Pink dominated the moving portrait frames.
"I knew we shouldn't have let them watch that movie," Hermione told Harry with a sigh.
Harry's only response was a grin. At that moment Umbridge entered the classroom. She waddled more than walked over to her desk and faced the class.
"Good morning class. The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards one of its top priorities. You must be schooled to control and hone your rare gifts with knowledge passed down from generation to generation. To that end I, a witch trained in truths preserved through time by the Ministry, will educate you on the true origins of many of today's species and societies. We will begin our look into these truths by looking at Goblins," Umbridge explained while tapping on the blackboard with her wand.
Goblins: Where they really come from
The students read the text and got a sense of foreboding.
Hermione stormed out of the classroom an hour and a half later and immediately declared, "She is a most vile woman!"
"I have no love for goblins but I have to agree," Nym pointed out.
"If today's lesson was anything to go by then our next lesson on werewolves should be positively fabulous," Harry suggested sarcastically.
"She is worse than Lockhart," Neville put forth. The others stopped and looked at him. "Alright, maybe it's a tossup."
"Oh god…bringing up Lockhart and Umbridge in the same conversation just made me picture them having sprog together," Nym suggested.
"My brain…it burns!" Hannah cried as she joined the group at that moment and heard the metamorph's last statement. "Someone obliviate me!"
"Me too," Nym added.
"But you thought it up," Harry pointed out.
"Yes, and I have a very dirty mind," Nym replied. "Even if I thought it up that image is still not nice to think about."
Harry swatted Nym on the arse. She raised an eyebrow to him.
"I'm sorry…you say the word dirty and I feel I have to punish you," Harry admitted with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Harry, love," Susan said with a grin, having joined the group at the same time as Hannah. "You've gotta know by now that Nym doesn't find you swatting her arse as a punishment."
Susan got a wink in response.
"You're all crazy," Neville pointed out as the group of friends reached the room they practiced their magic in.
Over the summer Harry had worked some of his special sorcery and the room was now only enterable by one of the group. As soon as they stepped through the door the friends were transported via a portal built into the doorframe to a module on Mars. When they took breaks they took them in the place they felt most comfortable. If it happened to be on another planet nobody was going to fault them. From there the conversation turned on ways to deal with Umbridge. The Ministry toad wouldn't know what hit her.
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Harry and his friends were the last to enter the classroom before Moody on Thursday. The rest of their year mates were eager as could be to attend the first DADA class with Moody. The Riders were less impressed. When Moody got close they could hear his wooden fake leg clunking on the stone floor of the castle. This was the first time Harry had gotten a good up close look at the former Auror. He had been quite distracted of late with Arya's return among other things. Spending time with his first love in his past life took precedence over inspecting an old man like Moody. The eldest Rider's keen sense of smell combined with that of Saphira (who was sitting at the back of the room) immediately picked up on the smell of a distinct potion on Moody's person. That combined with the hostility the DADA professor was projecting towards her Rider was enough to put all the telepathic Riders on edge.
"You can put your books away," Moody said as he came into the room.
"Harry…there's something off about him," Nym projected.
Nym was the best telepath present in the room next to her man.
"I know," Harry assured. "And I'm going to find out what."
While the DADA professor called off a list of names to make sure everyone was there Harry read the scarred wizard's mind. The Death Eater known as Bartemus Crouch Jr. wasn't even aware his mind was being read as he read off the list of names. Crouch Jr. was the son of a high ranking Ministry official who had escaped from Azkaban with the help of his father, Crouch Sr. Crouch Sr. had then held Junior under the imperius curse for years until the Quidditch World Cup mayhem when Junior had broken free. Barty Crouch Jr. had then swiftly rejoined Riddle and had been assigned to enter Harry Potter into the Triwizard Tournament and set up a trap to get the celebrity to the graveyard outside of Riddle Manor in Little Hangleton.
"Intriguing…I say we turn their trap into our trap," Harry suggested to his dragon and mates as he telepathically relayed his findings.
"You mean for us to show up in the graveyard with you and take out Riddle and all of his little toe lickers," Nym clarified.
"I do," Harry confirmed.
"I like it," Hermione said.
This sentiment was echoed by the other Riders. While this mental conversation had been going on virtually at the speed of thought fake-Moody had finished up the roll call.
"Your former professor, Remus Lupin, left me a very thorough report on your class's capabilities. You have a thorough grounding in dealing with some of the lesser dark creatures. Unfortunately you are severely lacking in dealing with dark curses," fake-Moody announced. "Curses come in varying strengths and forms. The Ministry of Magic doesn't actually want me to show you what these curses look like because they're too afraid you'll either learn how to defend yourself from them or that you'll learn how to cast these curses."
The class was silent for several moments before Seamus Finnegan asked, "But isn't the whole point for you to teach us to learn how to defend ourselves against them?"
"Granger, you look like you know the answer," Moody said. "Explain to Finnegan how the Ministry really works."
"During the last war the Ministry of Magic authorized the use of the Killing Curse and several other curses that are classified as dark magic for its law enforcement personnel. The whole idea was to fight fire with fire. If Hogwarts had provided training to its students to truly defend against such curses the terrorists assaulting the magical community would have been better prepared to get a dose of their own medicine. Of course the flipside of that coin is that so too would the magical community have been better prepared. One of the biggest threats of the Unforgivables is that they generate enough fear that few magicians even try to defend against them," Hermione explained.
"Ten points to Gryffindor for an answer I couldn't have given better myself," fake-Moody replied. "I don't agree with the Ministry. They can try to punish me if they want. Granger brought up the Unforgivables and the Killing Curse in particular." As he spoke he drew a glass jar out of his desk containing three large spiders. He extracted one spider with a levitation charm and stuck it to his desk with a sticking charm. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The death eater's cry saw a jet of green energy rushing into the spider. It curled up dead without a mark on it. The class was silent. "And the other two Unforgivables are what?"
"The Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse," Neville supplied.
"Another ten points to Gryffindor," fake-Moody said. Fake-Moody demonstrated both spells with a chilling effect to the young magicians watching. "The Unforgivables are curses which require a great deal of intent behind them. You could all take out your wands right now and collectively try to cast the Killing Curse on me and I doubt I would get as much as a nosebleed."
"He would be obliterated from existence," Saphira corrected knowingly.
The Riders had been experimenting with all of the Unforgivables for some time. They had picked the spells apart. A single killing curse couldn't drop a normal dragon. Even a few killing curses couldn't put down a normal dragon. To a dragon of Saphira's breed a killing curse would just piss them off. It had been determined by using some of the sensor systems developed utilizing the technology in AIVAS' archives that the energy in a killing curse was killing beings by disrupting the bonds which held their soul, their very essence, to their corporeal form. These bonds were magical in nature. The killing curse was intended for humans and the essence of a dragon was sufficiently different from a human's that the killing curse suffered great power loss. It took quite a few blows to these bonds to sever a dragon's essence from its form. There were other magical creatures that had a similar resistance to killing curses.
When the pact was made eons ago between the dragons of Alagaesia and the elves of that distant time the elves as a race were shifted, altered, to make them more like dragons and the dragons more like elves. It was a blending. When Eragon had been remade during his first Ignoti Blodhren he had been altered so that he was like he would have been had humans been a part of the pact from the start instead of being added later. Eragon had been made very draconian and gained a great deal of the draconic resistance to magics such as the killing curse. It was postulated that Harry Potter was meant from birth to take on his ancestor's essence and had therefore already possessed a measure of the great Eragon's abilities passed down through the line skipping many generations of Potters before he ever bonded with Saphira.
Several of the Riders led by Harry had been working hard to come up with a ward a magician could place on their person or on another person if they chose which would mimic some of the durability dragons enjoyed against magics like the killing curse. The Riders felt they were close to a solution. They were already well versed in using objects to block the killing curse and other harmful magics but this new protection would actually allow a being to get hit by the killing curse and shrug it off. There existed alternative methods to do this like what Riddle had done but Riddle was no longer human in a really bad way and the Riders weren't willing to resort to black magic.
"Now, do any of you know why I'm showing you this curse if there is no counter curse?" fake-Moody inquired.
It was Neville who answered with, "So that we aren't completely shocked out of our wits if it gets thrown at us and we know what to block. Just because the killing curse can't be blocked with shield spells doesn't mean it can't be blocked with matter."
"Good, good," fake-Moody replied. "You need to practice CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" Crouch Jr.'s shout startled the class and caused quite a few students to jump in their seats. "Now get out your quills. For the remainder of this lesson we will cover the basic theory of the Unforgivables."
The class spent the rest of the session taking notes. As soon as the Riders left the classroom they had a mental conversation.
"When you revealed who he was it became quite difficult to refrain from drawing my sword and gutting that bastard where he stood," Neville sent. Crouch Junior was one of the people that had tortured Neville's parents into insanity. "If not for Renenth and the fact that you cured my parents Harry I think I would have gutted that bastard."
"I'll make you a deal Neville…you can be the one to squash him like a bug when it comes time to spring our trap," Harry suggested.
"I'd like that," Neville agreed.
"One good thing to come of Crouch Junior teaching those curses is that he would be more proficient in casting them than Moody ever would," Hermione pointed out.
"Speaking of Moody, what will we do about him?" Ginny asked, knowing the man was a friend of her father.
"We extract him to Mars and use telepathy to keep old Barty Crouch Junior thinking Moody is still a prisoner. We can provide Crouch with hairs to keep making his polyjuice. We can see about getting Moody on our side. If he doesn't agree I'll wipe his mind of any knowledge of us and stick him back in the trunk at the end of the Tournament when the trap is sprung so he can be rescued," Harry proposed.
"It's as good a plan as any," Cho said, similar sentiments being expressed by the others.
"Maybe you should take him to Albion or your trunk forest instead. Mars might be a bit too much for him at this point, love," Dianna's mental voice broke into the conversation to suggest.
The Fairy Queen's interjection startled the Riders in Hogwarts for several moments but they quickly settled down. On Pern certain Riders such as Lessa could communicate with all dragons whereas most riders could only communicate with their own dragon. The Riders of Saphira's breed could communicate with all dragons. If sufficiently skilled a magician could use their dragon to boost their telepathic range to other humans. Dianna definitely qualified as sufficiently skilled.
"As usual you have an excellent point," Harry replied, agreeing to the revision in the plan.
"And as usual you display wisdom by listening to me," Dianna responded, her mental presence conveying affection for her mate.
"Get a room you two," Nym said with a roll of her eyes.
"Jealous much," Ginny teased Nym.
"Not at all," Nym rebutted. "I just enjoy taking the piss out of those two."
"Ooo…Nym enjoys water sports? I didn't see that one coming," Luna deadpanned.
Nym gaped at the blonde Ravenclaw while the other Riders burst out laughing.
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Posted: 11/1/2014 (Edited Version) Rev 0
Author's Note:
Here is chapter 4 of 10 chapters.
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