Chapter 4: Life in Alagaësia

Note:

/thinking/ denotes thoughts

"Speech" is speech

"Ancient language" is in the ancient language

"Parseltongue" is in Parseltongue

As time progressed, the young Dragon Rider known as Harry the Potter, Son of James became not as young as his friends back at Hogwarts. As he approached his thirtieth birthday, a month of time had passed in Hogwarts. Harry's features had started to soften, his face was starting to become more angular, smooth, and pale, his eyes and eyebrows was also starting to become slanted, and his ears had started to become as pointed as an elf's. Harry knelt before the Obelisk that brought him to this magical land. He placed his trunk before the object.

"I am Harry Potter, a Wizard from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I have learned everything I can from these books. I wish to continue to my advanced training from its hallowed halls." Harry said, his head bowed.

There was a flash of light, the trunk enveloped in the pale light. When the flash had faded, the Rider opened the trunk. The first book he picked up was a book on forgotten magic. He opened it and smiled. It contained instructions on how to complete the Fidelius Charm.

/Godric, this charm, once I learn it, I can hide you from everyone/ Harry stated to his dragon.

/How so little one?/ the gruff voice of his dragon spoke in his mind.

/It hides things from everyone. Everyone that knew of you would forget until I told them the secret. Now it is for objects, but I am sure with a little study, I could learn to cast it upon living things. I know you would not wish to be hidden from view my partner, but when I go home, it is very important to hide you from Voldemort and his death lickers until the time is right./

Harry sighed as he reached up to stroke his green dragon, smiling at the Slytherin color of him. Harry however was clothed in the Red and Gold of Gryffindor. The blade of the Sword of Godric Gryffindor actually started to change its color to match the scales of Godric. Harry assumed that it was part of the magic of the blade.

/I know little one. It would kill you if I was murdered by one of those tiny humans./ Godric pressed his nose to Harry's forehead before the black haired rider sat, leaning into his dragon's stomach.

A few hours had passed, Harry making notes to alter the spell to hide living matter better when Oromis stepped up to him. "Good day Harry." He said softly "The elders and I agree, you are ready to start your training to become a Master Rider."

Harry looked up at Oromis and frowned "As you wish Oromis, however, I feel there is much for me to learn. My last mission with the Urgals, while a success, was only such by sheer luck. If I had not been able to defeat their clan chief in combat…" He closed his eyes as he remembered the carnage that had been left behind.

Fashback

Harry leaned into the saddle that was attached to his dragon. /Godric, do you smell that?/ he thought.

/Yes Harry. It smells like death….blood….meat./ Godric said back

Harry narrowed his eyes at the smoke that seemed to becoming from the village. He mumbled the few words in the ancient language that would allow Harry to see though Godric's eyes. He saw with the Dragon's keen eyes groups of Urgals. Most were no longer fighting, but rounding up the villagers, mostly women and children. There was still a small group that had surrounded five men from the village. The village itself looked like a small bomb had gone off in the middle and on its western front. Houses where leveled, some still on fire with others just a smoldering pile of rubble. Harry looked at the village and saw that on its eastern and southern side, a river blocked escape and a group of Kull had stationed themselves on the cities northern side.

Harry became enraged at the carnage he saw. A bellowing war cry escaped his lips as he cried out with his mind /Faster Godric!/ Godric let out a bellow, a cry that caused creatures well away from the village to cry out in fright.

The dragon dove, his wings tucking in as the dive increased in speed. In Harry's ears, the sound of the wind was deafening. The Kull stopped from their advances and looked around for the sound. Harry and Godric landed near the group that was fighting the small group of men.

"I want your clan chief!" Harry snapped out. His anger inflaming his magic. The Kull seemed to take a step back from the force of his anger.

"Rider. I am Mullancaf, war chief of my clan." The largest Kull stated.

"Leave this village, now or you shall die!" Harry snarled.

"You cannot hope to face all of us in combat Rider." The Kull War Chief seemed to spit the word Rider out of his mouth.

"I do not challenge your clan, I challenge you Mullancaf! I challenge you to the right to rule!" Harry bellowed.

The village men seemed shocked at the claim Harry made. Even more shocked as Harry started to strip himself of his armor and weapons. Mullancaf stood there, seeming like he could not believe that this human dared to challenge him.

"Are you too weak to face me Kull!" Harry demanded.

"You shall die rider!" The Kull declared.

End flashback

Harry looked up at Oromis. "I almost killed the Kull in that village, out of anger. I almost killed their war chief, because I was angry with his clan. They were just trying to survive, to show their young what it was to be a Kull, however, why does it have to be with such death, destruction, such pointlessness!" Harry spat. "I have been making by, however, I do not feel worthy of becoming the rider you think of me Oromis."

The elf rider smiled at the wizard. "However Harry, you did not. There is much that each of the riders could have done but they did not. If they wished it, a single rider could take over all of Alagaësia. However, you are not such a rider. You did not let your anger take a hold of you. That is precisely why the elder riders feel you are ready to take the next step in your training. You will also need to learn if you are to restore the Riders to your world."

Harry looked at the old rider before nodding. "Very well Master Oromis."

Another ten years pass, Harry's training progressed. Harry had been in the land for twenty five years. Little did he know that in five years he would be returning to Hogwarts because of the forsworn. Harry stepped into the council chambers. As he passed, he heard a sharp voice, though attempting to be a whisper.

"Morzan, can you believe that that little upstart is becoming an Elder Rider? You and I surely would be better selections for the council of elders! Hell, he lost his damn dragon and yet they make him an elder!" the voice sneered

"Galbatorix, I know it is an abomination that one so young is accepted to the council, much less a dragonless one. However there is very little we can do about it. The Dragons themselves select the council. If they wish it, we have to follow. It does not mean that we have to like it." Morzan whispered back. "Come, we shall observe this upstart as he is welcomed by the council."

Harry shook his head. He knew that some of the riders did not like him and resented that he was becoming an elder rider, but there was little they could do. As Harry stepped into the chambers, his dragon followed him. He thought back to some of Oromis and the councils training.

Flashback

Nimbin stood in front of Harry. "Reach out with your mind Harry…Connect with the life forms you can sense." Harry nodded as he felt the life forms around him. He felt the ants around him, the life in the trees. He felt Nimbin's own power. "Now call upon that energy, call forth a ball of water from the stream."

Harry said "rïsa adurna" a ball of water started to rise from the stream.

"Do not take it from me Rider. You need to learn to exclude those from your search." Nimbin stated.

Harry let the water fall before taking a deep breath before reaching out again. He lifted his hand before speaking "rïsa adurna" again. He watched the ball of water rise from the stream. Suddenly he felt a wave of death as he felt the creatures too weak to take the strain of his spell. Harry blinked as he felt each creature die. He let the spell drop, the water splashing the stream once more. "What the hell?!" Harry snapped off at the eldest rider. "You knew!" He cried out.

"Yes Harry, I knew. However, you must be aware of what would happen if you take from creatures that cannot sustain your spell. As you learned, you can exclude those creatures from your search. That is very likely impractical in battle, but you can store the energy if you need to." The elder rider said. "The rubies in your blade, they can hold the energy that you are able to call upon when you need it. Gems can hold a great deal of power. Your family ring as head of house does hold a great deal, if you had it. I know you are the last of your line. Potters were riders long ago. Often the head of the Family trained with the Riders."

Nimbin smiled at Harry "I knew your great-great-great-great grandfather. He was a great man. He assumed the head of his family forty years after being here. Twenty of which, he wore the head ring. He returned to your world for another sixty years before passing the head of the family to his son. There has not been another Potter rider since. I would think that the ring would hold great power that you could only add to."

Harry nodded at that statement. "Now practice Harry. Learn to start excluding and controlling those you borrow the energy from." Nimbin stated. He stepped back to observe.

End flashback

Harry stepped forward to the council. He glanced around at the elders. Nimbin stood and started to speak "Harry Potter, it is very unusual for us to accept into our ranks a Dragon Rider that has lost his Dragon…"

Harry held up his hand. "With all due respect, there is a powerful magical charm that is affecting everyone." He slowly pulled his wand, and pointed it at Godric "Finite Fidelius!" he said, his voice barely a whisper. There were gasps as Godric became visible to the council and those there to observe the induction of the new elder.

"What is this magic!" council member Anewin cried out. "No one has the magical power to hide a dragon! Much less make everyone forget that he even exists!"

Harry smiled every softly at the elder "Forgive me Elder Anewin, but among the stick wavers, there is many spells that simply cannot be done yet with the magic in the ancient language. I am attempting to learn all that I can, so that I can convert some of the other spells to magic that the other riders can use. I have already managed to imbue several spells for use by the Riders." Harry remembered the first spell he had managed to convert, Stupefy and when he taught it to a fellow rider by the name of Tlas, a human rider that he had been given a year prior. He was not the rider in training's primary master, but still was teaching the young man

Flashback

Harry shook his head at the young rider "Are you thinking about what that spell does?" Harry asked Tlas.

"Yes Master, it is to stun my enemies, to make them unable to fight or even speak but I can't get it right." The rider in training said, frustrated.

"Think clearly what you want and repeat medaeria." Harry said.

Tlas raised his hand and cried out "medaeria." He looked to Harry when nothing happened.

Harry smiled as he lifted his hand and simply said "medaeria." A red beam flashed from Harry's right hand before impacting the feline that they had aimed at. The feline fell, though it was still breathing.

"I still do not get it Master Harry, I see it but I do not get it." Tlas said, his head lowered as Harry walked over to the feline and whispered "Vaelaesari." That rennervated the feline. Harry walked back to his student.

"Trust the magic to do what you wish of it. That I think is why you are unable. You do not believe that it will stun the feline. Again." Harry told Tlas.

Tlas raised his hand again and cried out "medaeria." This time the red beam shot out of his hand and stunned the feline.

"Good, now rennervate him." Harry commanded.

"Vaelaesari." Tlas commanded without moving. The feline stood up once more.

/Good kitty. Thank you for your help today. Godric will give you a very nice meal in thanks/ Harry projected to the feline.

End flashback

Nimbin smiled at Harry "Very good Harry. It is with open arms that we welcome you to the Council of Elders." Nimbin's dragon, Thrusola stepped forward, standing in front of Godric. She lowered her head to touch Harry's forehead.

"I welcome you speaker. I, as the eldest dragon in the land, mother to the Dragon Riders appoint you to the council." Thrusola said in her native tongue. As she spoke, she projected her thoughts to the other riders. A yellow flash seemed to engulf the room. Once it faded, a gold gedwëy ignasia formed upon Harry's armor, and the gedwëy ignasia upon his palm had hues of gold form in it.

"Thank you Elder Dragon." Harry said to Thrusola. "I swear that I will uphold the laws of this council and protect those who are unable to do so for themselves."

Another two years pass when Harry found himself seated in the council chambers. Standing before them was Galbatorix.

"Elders, as you know my dragon was slain four months ago. The conflict that stopped the uprising that was forming in the Hadarac Desert resulted in my dragon being murdered as we slept!" Galbatorix said his hands moving as he spoke. "I demand that I be given another dragon so that I can avenge the loss of my dragon!"

"Why should we give you another dragon? You were unable to protect your last one." Anewin spat out.

"I demand a Dragon. I am a Dragon Rider!" Galbatorix said, his hands folding across his chest.

"I understand your pain Galbatorix, however there is much anger in your heart. You must let go of this anger or it will consume you." Oromis told rider.

The council members looked at each other, discussing though their thoughts as what would happen.

/Clearly he is still in pain and not thinking clearly/ Anewin said

/ There is much anger in his heart. I sense a darkness upon his soul as well. It is like one I felt in my world./ Harry projected to the other elders. /I do not think he is ready for another dragon yet. Perhaps in time but it is too soon/

/I agree. It is too soon. Anyone opposed to not giving him a new Dragon?/ Nimbin asked

When no one spoke, the leader of the council stood. "Galbatorix, the council of elders feel that you should not be given a new egg at this time. You have much anger that needs to be dealt with before we can consider it."

Galbatorix sneared, his face full of hatred. "I will have a dragon again. You will rue this day." With that he spat upon the floor before storming out of the room.

"I do hope that he is able to control his anger before he does something rash, or something that we will have to stand against." Harry said.

"I hope that as well, but I fear that something that we will face something that we have never done before soon and that he will be the crux of the matter." Oromis said to the council.

A/N So what does everyone think? Don't worry, harry will be back in Hogwarts by the end of the next chapter.