Hello, all, back again. You just can't seem to get rid of me.

Sorry if Dumbledore and Saphira seem OOC. I'm not really good at the whole formal talking thing.

(I was thinking of starting an inheritance cycle/Percy Jackson xover. Anyone like the idea?)

P.S. There are no pairings in this story, so don't think that as soon as it's from Hermione's POV that she's gonna be magically swept of her feet by the handsome elf/human/rider we all know and love.
Disclaimer: Don't own it.

Hermione POV

The common room fell silent, and all heads snapped around to face the boy who had fallen out of thin air earlier that evening. Now that I wasn't busy staring at a massive blue dragon, I could assess him properly.
He had a thin, angular face, slanting eyes and pointed ears. He walked with a sort of catlike grace, lithe and supple, but deadly at the same time. Though I have to say, I didn't take much of this in; I was too busy staring at the shimmering blue sword on his hip.

"Students, I am honoured to introduce you to Eragon Shadeslayer-" he was cut off by the boy, who muttered something. "Alright, I want to introduce you to Eragon Bromson. Please make him feel welcome during his stay."

Dumbledore placed his hand on Eragon's shoulder and steered him towards me, Harry and Ron.

"I would like to ask a favour of you, Miss Granger. If would please teach young Eragon here our version of magic. I have already given him a brief history of wizardry, but have yet to teach him magic. He, in turn, will teach you and your friends from the group you put together last year some of his magic. I believe that we are going to need all the help we can acquire in the coming year," he gave me a stern look. Eragon looked completely bewildered.

"Of course I'll tutor him, Professor. But doesn't he need a wand?" I asked.

"Actually, you'll find I am quite capable without your, er, sticks," Eragon said. He looked distastefully at Ron's wand, who was making puffs of multicoloured smoke swirl out the end.

"How?" I asked. This was confusing me to no end. I hated being confused.

"You'll find out soon," Eragon winked. I nearly groaned in frustration.

Dumbledore cleared his throat. "Harry, would you be so kind as to show Eragon to his dorm. He will be staying in the same one as you."

"Sure, Professor," said Harry, and gestured for Eragon to follow him up the stairs.

Harry POV

"Um, yeah, this is it," I said awkwardly, pushing open the door to our dorm.

He smiled at me, but it faded when he saw the room. "No," he muttered, "I can't sleep here. Saphira won't be able to fit. I thought there would at least be a window for her."

Without even acknowledging me, he strode past me and back down the stairs.

"My sincerest apologies, Professor, but I cannot possibly sleep in that room," I heard him say to Dumbledore. "The bond between me and Saphira..." he trailed off. "Well, we don't like to stay apart. I can stay outside with her."

Dumbledore looked slightly surprised. "Are you quite sure? You would be much more comfortable upstairs."

Eragon gave a short, barking laugh that drew the attention of everyone in the common room. "Back in my home-country, we are at war. We don't have luxuries such as sleeping indoors, or beds for that matter." His expression became thoughtful. "Then again, when you have been at war for over a century, those things seem oddly insignificant. Now, Saphira and I have been parted for too long. I must go. Besides," he looked quite worried, "I think she may have eaten a centaur."

And with that he dashed out of the room faster than the human eye could follow.

WELL? WORTHY OF A REVIEW?

I may not be able to update for a while after this. I'm running out of ideas, and frankly, I'm just getting plain bored.

Anyway, say if you like the inheritance/ Percy Jackson idea, kay? Or an alex rider/CHERUB xover...