Chapter twelve: Return and Plans
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. Inheritance cycle or any other world i decide to include in this worlds and character are the product of the imagination of their respective creators and i am simply playing with the characters and i am not making any profit.
sorry about the delay but it is exams season and i have bee busy with my other story
Harry appeared right in the middle of the living room, of his home in Alegaesia. He stopped to see the room, while for the people in this world it hadn't been much, for him it had been more than two centuries. He looked at the wooden table in the middle of the room, the chairs and sofas he had made a long time ago, again that was relative. After a few seconds he, took out a wand, eleven inches, made of a mixture of Elder Wood and Holly, a core of Phoenix Feather, Theastral hair and a small chunk of Mithril, and with a wave all the old furniture was gone and instead they were replaced by luxurious furniture collected over the time he had been away.
He sat down in a comfortable chair, covered in red velvet, filled with feathers to make it softer and filled to brim with enchantments to make sure they wouldn't be worn out by old age or use. "Those Earian. Artisans do really know their stuff" thought Harry as he relaxed in his chair. His entrance in this world had been a bit rough, since his core had changed quite bit and he had to forcefully break though his previous spell but luckily he wasn't thrown to forward in the time stream.
His gaze came to rest upon his now white wand. He had found out why wands only worked if they had one core, what could you ask of such primitive magic after all. His first wand and the Elder wand had been prime candidates but the powers of their cores had been so different, the power of the unquenchable life, always regenerating and the power of the unconquerable death, never defeated only stalled, so he had to find an object capable of balancing both. The answer came during one of his journeys, when he found a silvery metal, nigh-indestructible and the perfect conductor of magic, the power to balance the two warring powers, Magic the only one who could subdue both life and death, create and destroy and all that philosophical stuff.
The merging itself had been pretty easy, magically speaking. Mentally, it was a nightmare, you could have more luck taming a Noble Stormwind (dragon type), which he had, than actually subdue the wand. Its power was unparalleled, capable of destroying worlds or creating them, enhancing the power of a wizard to such levels that you could truly be invincible, well if you also had an ounce of skill. The mental battle had left him exhausted, for an entire week afterwards but it had been worth, the wand just sang in his hands and after a while he named it the Worldshaper.
In time he had found more powerful weapons, both magical and technology, but he was rather fond of that particular wand. He got up and went to sleep, for despite all of his power he still needed to sleep. He quickly got to one of the stairs near to the living room, and took it. In a few seconds he found a large enough "room", and cleared it of all instruments he had left behind, in their place a large bed, a wardrobe and a bathtub appeared. If he was going too continuously move around he rather do it in style.
After a few hours Harry woke up, he had really overslept, not that happened much due to his mental training in different exercises he only needed two hours, three at most, of sleep but the breaking of his spell had taken more on him than previously thought, after all breaking your own spell contrary to general belief it s way harder since you have to struggle so that your magic won't ignore something so similar to it.
He quickly changed into clothes that befit to a peasant, since wearing an adamantium and gold armor wouldn't help to blend at all and would just draw the Empire her all the quicker. Harry got out, stretched a bit and located the presence of Brom. The old storyteller was teaching Eragon on how to move completely silentl, a skill rarely used in hunting and more in assassinations but Eragon didn't know that and if it was up to him he wouldn't know it for quite a while. With a grin he teleported nearby to where they were training, oh how he was going to enjoy their shocked faces, especially that of the Old man.
Harry had to suppress his laughter when he "heard" the poor attempts of Eragon, to move completely silent. He was better than most, hell he must have learned it pretty quickly, it had taken him over three months to achieve what Eragon was doing right now. Harry approached them unheard and unseen, quickly drew the mighty Willbreaker, a claymore, about the same length as Za'rock but an inch wider, heavier but deadlier, one of the Grand Blades of the world where he took it from but that's a story for another time, and put in the back of the unsuspecting Brom.
His reaction was fast, for anyone else but he wasn't anyone, in one world, he had visited, he was called the Warrior God. He saw him take Za'rock and with an impressive speed turn around, of course it was too slow for him, if he wanted he could have drank tea and still have time to dodge the attack but most warriors even those with great experience would have died right there. He stopped when he saw Harry standing there, after having side stepped a pretty fast attack, just grinning like a madman.
"You're back, I though you would return within one day" said a frowning Brom "it has been a week, I began to think the Empire found out about your "talents""
"Unless Galbatorix himself came they won't stand a chance" replied Harry with a grin etched in his face " to answer your question, there was a small problem with the transport spell"
"I see you have been busy in my absence, haven't you Eragon?" questioned Harry wit a mock stern face.
"Well, Brom has been teaching me a way to hunt more silently" replied Eragon
"Well, good for you then, you're going to need them" said Harry quizzically
"What do you mean?" asked a baffled Eragon
"I'm just saying you should prepare for the world out there" replied Harry.
"Why?" asked Eragon really surprised
"Oh, I don't know a weird blue rock appears in the middle of the forest and you think that is okay…" said Harry sarcastically
"Stop it now" interrupted Brom with an intimidating voice.
"He needs to know" said Harry with a neutral tone.
"Know what?" asked Eragon being on the verge of breaking down.
"Congratulations you're the newest Dragon Rider" said Harry.
"Well that isn't that bad" said Eragon "wait what, but how?"
"Are you really that slow?" rhetorically asked Harry.
"The stone was an dragon egg, that's why you told me to keep it" said Eragon.
"True" replied Harry.
"Why me, why not someone who is a noble or a great warrior or even you why me" complained Eragon sitting in a tree lump and lowered his head.
"Eragon, look at me" said Harry with a commanding voice and when he looked up "The egg chose you and for it to do so it must have seen something special in you, more so than in me, more than in Brom, more than in every elf, human and dwarf presented to it during the last seventy years"
"So you did your homework" interrupted Brom.
"I had plenty of time" replied Harry earning quizzical looks from both Eragon and Brom.
"So you knew too, that's why you have been teaching me things isn't?" asked Eragon
"He sure got your mental sharpness" said Harry to Brom through Telepathy earning himself a grin.
"Yes, but even if you weren't a Dragon Rider I would have personally trained you, you have such great potential" explained Harry.
"So what now?" asked Eragon.
"Now Brom is going to train as hard as he can for the next few weeks, as I will be away for some more time after the Dragon hatches, then when I return I will personally teach you a few cooler stuff" replied Harry with a smile which radiated strength and wisdom.
"No, my family comes first, damn you with all this Dragon stuff" said Eragon as he stormed away.
Brom tried to stop him but was stopped by Harry who signaled him to let him go. Brom spun around and gave Harry a mean right hook right in his chin. Harry let him hit him, he needed to get that frustration out, all fathers suffered to see their children suffer and/or distraught and when they can't help them they go a bit ballistic.
"Why did you tell him?" asked Brom.
"He needs to know" answered Harry.
"Well, a whole lot of good it did, didn't it" replied sarcastically Brom
"He needs to calm down a bit, he is smart he will get it eventually, especially since his dragon is going to hatch today" replied Harry conjuring two chairs and gesturing for Brom to sit.
"How do you know that?" asked Brom intrigued "don't tell me you an see the future"
"No, although that I know a spell that allows one to gaze into a possible time stream but that might be or might not be the future of the world I am currently in" explained Harry to an amazed Brom "no, but the very nature, the very magic of this world is so very exited, it has been so for quite some time but today its in its peak, so the only logical conclusion would be that the egg would hatch today"
"Who the hell are you, I don't even recognize the boy I once knew, what happened to you?" asked Brom.
"A lot of travels do that to a person" answered Harry.
"How long was it for you?" asked Brom having gotten an idea of how long.
"Two centuries and a few years but I'm not sure I stopped counting after one hundred sixty eight" replied Harry "are you going somewhere with this"
"No, not at all, old man" teased Brom.
"Was that supposed to do something" said Harry yawning." You're a bit crazy, one moment you're angry and the next you're laughing"
"I f I learned one thing it is that you must grab at every laughter and good moment that you can before it is ripped away from you" said Brom
"Kind of gloomy but considering you that is about right" said Harry a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
"I still don't get why you told him that" said Brom the smile gradually fading from his face.
"He would eventually figure it out and he would become distant to both of us, especially you the expert of your magic type and former Dragon Rider not to mention his father" finished Harry.
"I never though it like that" said Brom.
"Of course you didn't you though him as a soldier, even if he was your son, that's a bit screwed" said Harry reproachfully.
"Its not like that" said Brom.
"Do you mind explaining it to me then" said Harry.
"He needs to be strong, he can't be that if he is distracted with family drama" said Brom.
"You know that when you have something to fight for, one pushes himself farther than he would out of duty" said Harry.
"Yeah, and when his loved ones are harmed then he crumples like a house of paper" answered Brom.
"Perhaps, but what makes us strong is not the fact that one doesn't fall but when we fall can we get up or do we just surrender, like Galbatorix did when his dragon died' counseled Harry.
"You have no idea, I bet you never lost someone close to you" said Brom.
"I HAVEN'T, I lost my parents when I was one year old, for eleven years I was left with relatives that just didn't give a hit about me and when I finally learned of my magical heritage and went to school, In that school I was put into death situations every year for six years straight, in my fifth year I lost my godfather, in the sixth I lost my mentor" said a very angry Harry.
"Okay I get it kid" said Brom trying to placate Harry.
"No, you got me started and now you will hear it all. In my seventh year, I went around trying to stop the one responsible for all my loss, surprisingly I did achieve it, only to lose many friends and the love of my life in the last battle. A few years latter, I get thrown in here and I think hey I found a nice place but then I needed to get back home, I had a lot of responsibilities to take up" said Harry really frustrated.
"And then when I go back, I find myself in the middle of a FUCKING war, and without knowing I take a sort of leadership role, get to fight a freckling Demigod, with my powers limitated, make friends with said demigods son, beat the crap out of the demigod, imprison him and then go on a two century long training trip to get strong enough to help your sorry asses, so don't you try the you don't know anything speech on me" finished a calmer Harry.
"Okay, Harry but I wont apologize for doing what I believe to in the best interest of my son" said Brom in a pleading tone.
"You have learned to much from the elves and those assholes deny their own emotions but they don't realize that they are just making themselves weaker" said Harry
"That is no true, they still feel and act based on their emotions just that they hide it better than humans" exclaimed Brom.
"That's just a minority, most of them have started to deny every emotion except for pride" said Harry.
"That can't be true, and even if it was how can you know?" asked Brom
"I gained psionic powers during the war and one of them is Empathy, the ability to sense emotions " explained Harry "and I'm so powerful I can feel every emotion of every living being in Aleagasia , including the emotions of the Elves and they have been suppressing them "
"If that's the case not even the elves can be trusted" said Brom looking very sad.
"Oh, by the way do you mind explain to me, why there is a Dragon and its Rider currently stuck in Ellesmera?" asked Harry.
"They are residing there ready to impart the wisdom of the Old riders, to the new generation, and to clarify something, none of them are capable of combat" explained Brom.
"And even if they were, Galbatorix has to many Eldunaris, for them to even scratch him let alone kill him" said Harry causing Brom's jaw to hit the ground.
"What I can feel their emotions, their very souls are end embed in crystal balls, a weird form of immortality if you ask me" continued Harry.
"Where are you going and when?" asked Brom in his bossiness voice… after managing to collect himself from his previous stupor.
"Away from this world , tomorrow and I'll be away for a few weeks " said Harry absentmindedly.
"Why?" asked Brom.
"To establish a permanent base, somewhere away from the influence of Galbatorix and every other politician in this world, I'd like to keep my neutrality" said Harry.
"I'm going now" said Brom as he rose and left toward the village.
Harry stayed in the forest for a few minutes and then he teleported into his home and started it to be restructured t able to fit a young dragon whelp, after all that's why he didn't destroy the house the moment he came back. It took him three hours to finish the restructuration, when e was done, he stopped to admire his handiwork. The house was now even larger than before, he had removed every equipment he had created during his brief stay and now the place was even more spacious. For the dragon, he had created a room that had no roof and that would automatically expand to the needs of the growing Dragon.
After taking care of the restructuration, he started to lay a few spells that would destroy the house the moment they left and teleport all the furniture inside an bottomless bag he always carried with himself, he couldn't leave anything that would alert them to his powers, after all. When he was done, he sank into a chair and summoned a cup filled with an orange liquid. The liquid was a type of wine that grew into a planet in a pretty weird world he had visited but the wine there was the best and so he had taken a few seeds and planted them into his personal pocket-dimension. He was about to take a sip when the entire house shook.
"Damn the wards are so sensitive" said Harry before standing and teleporting himself in a corner of the barn where Eragon kept the egg an just in time to see the surprised the face of Eragon, now sporting a silver mark in his palm.
"What is this?" asked Eragon, looking at his palm, to no one in particular since he hadn't noticed the arrival.
"The most beautiful thing I have seen in a while, the mark that symbolizes the bond to your Dragon" said Harry emerging from the shadows.
"What are you doing here, I thought I told you that you aren't welcome here anymore" said Eragon.
"Actually you didn't" said Harry chuckling.
"Well, oh so great wizard, couldn't you figure it out on your own" said Eragon sarcastically.
"I did, but I came here to offer, you my home, as a place to raise your companion" said Harry gently.
"But I won't keep it, I'm going to drop it tomorrow morning in the Spire, I won't allow my family to be harmed because of "it"" replied Eragon halfheartedly.
"Look at her in the eye and say that again" replied Harry.
"I will…" said Eragon the words hitching in his mouth.
"The bond you to have is the most powerful bond, for it bonds your soul Eragon, her death would kill you and vice versa, the Dragons are not beast that you can tame, they bond with us because the chose, because they see something in us, a seed of greatness that if cultivated can change the world" explained Harry kneeling in front of the young Dragon and peting her.
"Why me, why not you?" asked Eragon on the verge of crying from frustration.
"Look I wont tell you the bullshit about Fate because Fate doesn't exist it is our choices that matter and the egg chose you, the reason why escapes the grasp of my mind, seriously you are like the dumbest person out there and I'm like the strongest wizard ever" said Harry getting a feeble smile from Eragon.
"Exactly, why did you chose me" said Eragon turning toward the young Dragon and he was assaulted from a flurry of images.
"What was that?" asked Eragon.
"Part of your link to your dragon, you can communicate mentally, but right now she doesn't know any words but they learn fast just keep your mental channel open when you interact with others so se can learn" aid Harry.
"So you're going to help me" scoffed Eragon "what for? So that you can control me"
"No, I have no interest in your world, I can leave whenever I chose to do so. I'm only helping because I think that this is the right to do and because I consider you my friend" replied Harry.
"Than why didn't you tell me the truth from the beginning?" asked Eragon now a bit calmer.
"What would you have done once the excitement of being a Dragon Rider?" asked Harry.
"I would have… well I would have probably taken it back to the Spine" said Eragon sheepishly.
"Exactly" replied Harry.
"So it falls upon me to defeat the big bad villain" said Eragon chuckling.
"Yes, but you aren't alone, you have my help, Brom will help us too, the Elves, Dwarves and the Vardens will rally to you, you see you aren't alone" said Harry with a sympathetic smile.
"I don't know a thing about fighting except for what you taught me and I know less about leading" said Eragon looking downcast.
"That's why you have me and Brom for" said Harry levitating a mouse near the blue Dragon which swallowed it immediatly.
"What's Brom going to do, whack Galbatorix with his cane?" asked Eragon laughing at the mental image.
"Well, seeing as he killed a few of the most powerful servants of Galbatorix, he can do a lot" said Harry causing Eragon to immediately stop laughing.
"What?" asked Eragon.
"Yes, he did also he created the Varden's, he killed Morzan, the most powerful servant of Galbatorix in a fight of magic and swordsmanship, he is a friend of the Elves and was once a Dragon Rider but his Dragon died in a battle against Galbatrix and his followers…" said Harry to the shocked face of Eragon.
"But you told me that my Drgon's death would be my own?" interrupted Eragon.
"It is normally because losing a piece of yourself, either kills you or makes you crazy, a further testament of the incredible willpower he possesses" explained Harry. "as I was saying he taught me swordsmanship and everything I know about your worlds magic plus that he was the one that with the help of a friend of his made the plane to rescue the Dragon egg from which your little dragon was born"
"Really, he doesn't seem much" said Eragon really surprised." Wait a moment you just said my worlds magic, why?"
"Because I'm not from this world, I came here accidentally" answered Harry.
"And you except me to believe that" scoffed Eragon.
"Of course not, sorry Eragon" said Harry as he cast a silent memory transfer spell.
"Holy shit" was the only thing Eragon could say after he saw a redacted version of Harry's life "you had one shitty life"
"Indeed but someone must rise against tyrants or else we are all doomed to destroy ourselves" said Harry.
"Why don't you just kill Galbatorix yourself, you certainly are strong enough?" asked Eragon.
"While, I am probably strong enough, world jumping has a few rules and this means I can't solve your problems for you" lied Harry.
"Well the gods are very cruel" said Eragon with a pout.
"It has nothing to do with your gods, the can barely interfere with your world and even then, they can't touch the free will that is given to most creatures" said Harry grinning " and I said nothing about me not being capable of helping, I just said you must solve this problem on your own"
"So you will help then?" asked Eragon hopefully.
"Are you deaf, yes, although you will have to defeat Galbtorix yourself" said Harry smiling.
"It still falls to me to save the world" said Eragon with a somewhat mischievous tone.
"Don't let it get to your head" said Harry.
"Why not I'm just going to defeat the most powerful Dragon Rider ever" said Eragon smiling.
"Indeed but you are so weak that Brom can beat you to a pulp let alone Elves, Shades or other Dragon Rider's" said Harry "and that is without using magic at all"
"Then how am I going to defeat him?" asked Eragon worried.
"Beats me, maybe while he is fighting you he will trip and impale himself in his own sword or he will just die from laughing at how weak you are" said Harry laughing at the face Eragon was making.
"Like that will happen" pouted Eragon.
"You'd be surprised how many powerful people die from small things, just look at why Dumbledore died in the first place" said Harry.
"He was assassinated" said Eragon very, very frustrated.
"No, he decided to die that way, since he was going to die from the curse e got because he touched a dark magical artifact before dispelling all of the protective enchantments that thing had on" said Harry "if he had wanted, he could have killed all the people in that tower, without a wand, and if hadn't allowed himself to be disarmed he could have defeated them all within the minute"
"Wow, he sounds very powerful' said Eragon "if I could be as strong as him"
"You can, you see his power was not focused on raw power or knowledge of spells but in his creative use he made of them" said Harry in his "wise" mode "lets take an example closer to home, Brom"
"Yes he defeated Morzan, in some great duel of magic not such a great example" said Eragon.
"On the contrary, your magic drains the body of energy in the same amount it would take to do that action otherwise and while a Dragon Rider can draw energy from his Dragon, Bro didn't have a Dragon when he faced Morzan and Morzan did, and yet Brom won, Why?" asked Harry.
"Because he was better and smarter" answered Eragon.
"Partially, but he won because he used the spells he knew in a way that Morzan couldn't predict and it wasn't as he knew less than Brom quite the contrary, he knew more, he used Dark Magic, but still he lost, because Brom was more creative and you have that same creativity if not on a higher level" explained Harry.
"Do you really think that?" asked Eragon.
"Yes and will leave tomorrow morning and I won't be back in a few weeks, you will find a large reserve of fresh meat everyday, in the first room on the right" explained Harry "Furthermore, any other room will be locked and can't be opened by anything short of a fully grown Dragon, and by that I mean a few centuries old one. Continue learning from Brom and make that old goat teach you magic and politics, because you're going to need it. Next up, I made a room that has no roof and will expand to whatever size necessary to accommodate your ever growing Dragon and for Merlin's sake find her a good name"
"Where will you be going?" asked Eragon.
"Among the stars" replied Harry, before disappearing leaving a dumbfounded Eragon behind.
In the morning, a couple of Galaxies away from Alaegaesia planet.
Harry, teleported in the mountain of a planet in that new galaxy and stopped to contemplate the new planet. The planet was roughly five times Earth, had an atmosphere filled with carbon dioxide and sulfur phosphate, deadly to all humans. It was made out of rocky wastelands ands massive underground caverns filled with ice, it had a gravity twice that of Earth. It had redeeming qualities (in Harry's eyes), it had a super cool blue star as its sun and was so far that he was immune from scrying at it would be at least a few million years before anyone could go there.
He flew toward a rocky plain and landed there. Harry took out a box (see the box in the previous chapter) and ordered for it to produce nanobots. Soon enough the box produced a massive cloud of nanobots consuming the rock around for more materials to reproduce. Harry smiled as he saw the nanobots and ordered for the box to stop producing, his plan was working, in a few days e would have enough nanobots to built his Crown Carver, a device which was meant to destroy a planet by affecting its tectonic plates and dissipating its atmosphere but after a few modifications from Harry was one of the best Terra forming devices ever.
Afterwards he would slowly build a fleet of spaceships, and by slowly he meant he would have a fleet of a thousand spaceships within three weeks give or take a few days. Those things would be used to exterminate an infestation of Razack in the continent next to Aleagasia and just because Harry though it would be cool to have a massive fleet in orbit ready to pound on his enemies in a moments notice. Harry conjured a chair of silver and red velvet and sat there, he breathed from the air in the atmosphere, while he didn't need to with his bubble head charm but he liked to do it, now he would normally be dead but his powers made the poisonous gas feel like balsamic air of the Bahamas.
Harry stretched In his chair and thought "Yep it feels good to be over powered" and continued to plan his next moves.