Chapter three: Of training and dragon eggs.

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Omniscient and omnipresent narrator

For the last three days Harry had been very relaxed and happy but then why shouldn't he? He was about to return home, had just created three new spells (the pensieve computer had created them for him, but he had created it) and today he was going to start his training in sword fighting and battle strategies. Harry had already a basic training in sword fighting and although he wasn't the best out there he was very confident that he could hold his own against Brom but when it came to military strategies he didn't know a thing.

He was very nervous as he approached the clearing where Brom had told him to come so that they could begin their training as " he needed to clean the cobwebs of his swords skills" and judging from the speed that he had showed three nights ago he was an opponent to be feared that was not taking in count what his aura had showed him, Brom had killed hundreds by his blade alone and many more had fallen to his magic prowess so he hoped he would never be on the receiving end of his fury because powerful as he might be he would only last one minute or so longer before Brom would kill him.

As he approached the clearing, Harry could see Brom, he was wearing a leather jacket probably boiled leather which could take a few hits even from a sharp blade but surely he wasn't expecting him to use a real blade in our first training session.

- "You are late" he said emotionlessly as if thought he wasn't nervous which was quite probably true because he must have fought in more battles than Harry would fight in his entire life, which he hoped would be zero.

- "I am not but you are early old man" Harry said trying not to show his nervousness but failing spectacularly.

- "Are you sure you were not just too scared to face" he said while a smirk danced across his face.

- "I am not afraid of facing you more like afraid of hurting you more than I can heal " Harry said trying to shake the nerves off.

- "Your voice suggests otherwise" he said while still smirking.

- "Well, its just a little chilly out here" Harry said while looking around for their training blades expecting wooden swords but only seeing a crimson blade which strangely had an aura of its own and that aura was outright scary.

- "Than take out your blade out and let's see what you can do with it boy" he said while grabbing the crimson sword and getting in a fighting stance not unlike that of any Auror.

- "Okay but if you get cut don't complaint" Harry said while I took my own blade out of my bottomless pouch.

- "Before we start do this'- he said while we pronounced Gëuloth du knífr and a small ball of light appeared between his fingers and he moved along the blade.

Harry did the same and they started their training session or like Harry would call it later the torture session. Brom let Harry attack him first and initially simply avoided his attacks and after ten minutes when Harry's arms began to feel heave he started his counter-attack an he was forced to retreat but Harry didn't pay much attention to his surroundings because he was to focused on keeping himself out of the reach of Brom's blade and was rewarded with his foot getting caught in a root and he fell to the ground, his sword went away from his hand and to make it worse Brom started raining hits on him and Harry was pretty sure that those would bruise amd hurt like a bitch later on.

- "That was unfair in attacking an enemy while he is unarmed and in the ground" Harry complained.

- "In a battle your enemy won't stop to ask you if you are okay but it will just chop your head off so get up and stop whining like a little baby"- he said while getting into his fighting stance.

This time Harry attacked without holding back, he was used his superior footwork to run circles around Brom, whom while fast was not fast enough to keep up with Harry's full speed (Thank to DADA for needing him to be quick on his feet),- and he was slowly but surely pushed back until Harry noticed that he was retreating toward a narrow spot where his speed would be rendered useless giving the advantage to Brom's superior swordplay and earning him a few more bruises.

- "So you noticed "- he said-"but what are you going to do?"

Harry decided not to answer him but instead he retreated, toward a spot where he had more space to move around and totally own Brom with his speed but that proved to be a mistake as Brom attacked him using his full speed and strength while he was off balance and in a matter of seconds he found himself kissing the ground… again. The continued that way for another hour, until Harry could no longer hold a blade in his hands and every inch of his body was covered in bruises that he was pretty sure would be magic resistant just to further aggravate him, after all his luck had never been one of the best.

After finishing with their swordsmanship training, Brom started teaching him various games that simulated real life warfare, - meant to develop his strategical thinking. According to Brom he was a natural at both strategies and swordplay but Harry seriously doubted that statement, considering the large amount of bruises littering his body, which Brom hadn't yet given him the time to try and heal them. After that, they both retuned to the village, using different paths so nobody could connect their disappearances.

For two months, that was his schedule, one hour swordsmanship training and another two of strategic games, while his body was still littered in bruises, though their number had been reduced drastically. That day however after he returned home, once he was finished with Brom's training,- he felt a large burst of magic in the Spire, much like the magic burst of one apparating but this had a lot of wasted energy in it. Worried over what the burst meant, Harry apparated directly in the Spire, without notifying Brom about that even though he was the expert when it came to Alageasian magic.

When he got there he noticed, Eragon touching a blue stone and than take it away. Harry Decided to follow Eragon and see what he would do with the rock his Aura reading had told him it was a Dragon. He had heard of this world Dragons from Brom but he didn't believe them since they weren't anything like the Dragons from his world but the Aura around the egg, confirmed all Brom's tales and then some more. He was so glad he had followed Eragon when he went to Sloan and offered him the egg in exchange of meat. Harry drew his wand and prepared to cast a Confundus charm on Sloan so that he didn't buy the egg, it would be catastrophic if the Dragon Egg was in the hands of such a scumbag such as Sloan. Luckily, Eragon mentioned the Spire and Sloan refused to buy the egg and Harry then walked in and bought the meat for Eragon, on the way noticing for the first time, how the Aura of the egg and Eragon's own were intertwining and slowly merging to a certain degree.

- "Thanks, you know I will repay you as soon as I can" Eragon said looking ashamed of having to borrow money from Harry.

- "Nonsense, I am actually going to leave soon enough so I don't need the money, than what the hell are friends for" Harry said while looking at a positively red Eragon.

- "If you want you can have the stone"-he said while offering it to him.

- "Let's put it this way. that stone was meant to be yours and for as long as you don't throw it away and don't tell anything of this to your uncle than you can consider your debt squared" Harrytold him.

- "Thanks and what do you mean when you say it was meant to be mine?" he asked sounding very intrigued from my choice of words.

- "Its connected to me having magic and my magic tells me that the stone must remain with you" Harry said as he apparated away to Brom's house.

When Harry apparated within Brom's house, Brom jumped from the sudden noise, drawing Za'rock but stopping when he noticed Harry standing there with a serious expression.

- "What the hell are you doing here?" asked Brom with obvious concern.

- "Oh, I just dropped by to congratulate you on your son becoming a dragon rider"-said while trying to keep himself from laughing at the expression on his face once he dropped this bombshell.

- "What the hell are you saying" Brom said while looking a mix between wanting to dance from joy, concern and disbelief.

- "Well, a blue egg just popped in existence in the Spine with quite a loud magical surge I'm surprised you didn't feel it" Harry said matter-of-factly.

- "But the egg should be with the Vardens" he said.

- "Yep, but it is here now" said Harry with a shrug..

- "Well that complicates things because it means the Vardens lost the elves support along with three of their best magicians which to clear things with you , yes were elves and we have a Dragon Rider to train."- he said with thoughtful tone.

I apparated away leaving Brom to his own devices and wondering about what mess had I gotten myself into all the while plotting to find a way to find the higher being responsible for his luck and smack him/her upside his/her head for all the trouble that kept popping up on his way