AN: So here's the next chapter and I wanted to apologize to Enchantress Arodiel and to everyone else because I completely forgot to add a spoiler alert in the first chapter. So here it is:

SPOILER ALERT: Major spoilers from the books, and I can't just not use things from the book because otherwise I'd have no story. I'm not going to be specifying when there are spoilers because there will be a lot, and pretty major ones (starting with this chapter), so don't read it if you haven't read the books and don't want anything spoiled for you. Sorry .

- I answered your question at the end of this chapter.

Warnings are in chapter 1, and the spoiler alert is now there too.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot line of this story. All rights belong to Rowling and Paolini.

It was happening, just like in his dream…Or a premonition?

There was a flash of lightening, but there was no sound. The stars in the sky seemed to be spinning, but they weren't. Harry felt his stomach churn as he tumbled through air. Then the sound came rushing at him with the great howling of the wind and the thunder that surrounded him as he fell down into the storm. He was going to die, he knew for sure.

He caught a flash of sapphire blue out of the corner of his eye, but when he tried to look at what it was, he saw the ocean quickly approaching, rising to meet him.

Harry felt his body come to an abrupt halt in midair, which winded him. He gasped for air and tried to keep himself conscious. He was very weak from the 'journey', as he called it, because he was all too aware of what had just happened to him, but he had to stay awake if he wanted to do something about not plummeting to his death into the sea. How did I stop? Was all he had time to wonder before he saw the same sapphire blue 'thing' he'd seen as he fell, swoop under him in a loop and return. A dragon! He felt a strong arm come around his waist as the dragon flew past him and the next thing he knew he was sitting on a saddle on the dragon's back. Someone behind him, presumably the one who snatched him from the air, was tying him onto the harness.

It was as he sat in the saddle that he realized just how weak he was. He had no strength in his body at all which left him wobbling all over the place. He had no control over his body and was comforted once the person behind him finished tying him in and simply held on to him as the dragon kept struggling through the storm. Harry's eyes remained shut most of the time but he was struggling desperately to stay awake. He wanted to know what was going on. Eventually his body won and he fell unconscious.

There was something sharp poking at his lower back and Harry shifted so that he was no longer lying directly on top of it. He was still half asleep but he slowly began to remember everything. He remembered touching the green light and then suddenly being, transported? through the universe and falling unconscious. When he came to, he was falling through a storm where he was rescued by a blue dragon and a stranger just before he fell into the sea.

Harry became fully awake when his mouth suddenly started to salivate too much and his stomach contorted in pain. He leaned to the side and heaved but nothing came out, only a bit of rancid stomach acid. He gasped for air after he stopped heaving and felt his arms shake from the weight of his body as he tried to hold himself up. He was about to collapse but instead felt an arm moving him back to lie down. His eyes remained closed to keep his head from spinning and his body trembled with a fever. Human bodies weren't designed to travel through space like he had and he was wondering why he was still alive.

Eragon woke from his elven sleep trance to the sound of heaving. He quickly made his way over to the young man when he saw the boy being sick. He helped him lay back down before he could collapse and watched him gasping for air. His forehead was covered in perspiration and he looked a lot paler than he had when they arrived.

He must have a fever. Saphira said and Eragon looked up to see her head turned in their direction, watching.

Yes, it must have been the rain and the wind. Eragon said and pulled the blanket up to the boy's neck and then went to re-start the fire.

Perhaps, Saphira stated and yawned much like a cat. Or maybe it was the whole, 'falling out of the sky' part. Her eyes seemed to gleam in curiosity.

Eragon found it amusing that Saphira was so interested in the boy and where he came from. She had never before exhibited such interest in another human being and Eragon could see in her mind, how impatient she was to hear his story.

Eragon smiled at Saphira and picked out a bowl from the saddle bags. "I'm going to go search for some water for his fever." He told her out loud.

"…thank you…" Eragon turned at the quiet voice and saw that the raven haired boy had turned his head towards him and had weakly opened his eyes half way as if they were weighed down. He couldn't see them entirely, but Eragon was able to see their bright green color, and for a moment Eragon was frozen. There was a sudden jolt in his heart as he saw in the young man, Arya, with the raven black hair and beautiful green eyes. Eragon felt a sudden pang of longing.

"…for helping me…thank you…" Harry struggled out before his eyes fell shut once more and relaxed into the sleeping bag as if to sleep.

I'll keep an eye on him. You be careful out there. Saphira said and laid her head back down on the ground, keeping her eyes pinned to the boy's fevered body.

Eragon nodded, took one last look at the boy and headed out of the protection of the watch tower.

Eragon didn't like the way the animals in the forest seemed to be everywhere, by all the noise they made, yet he couldn't see a single one. Not a bird flying through the sky nor a squirrel skittering around the trees. He tried reaching out with his mind but found nothing there, only a hollow emptiness.

A shiver ran down his spine as he made his way through the trees in search of a stream. Even the trees scared him. They felt ominous and seemed like great beasts extending their branches, like arms, out towards him. He turned quick at a screeching sound from above in the trees and was able to see the first show of life on the island. But it wasn't really relieving because what he thought were birds perched on a branch were actually shadows. The shadows looked like birds but they stood stock still and watched him with their glow-like eyes as if he was their prey. They screeched once more before taking flight, and even then, they remained as shadows.

Eragon gulped and kept going. Soon, he made out the sound of water and hurried to find it. He felt much too vulnerable in the forest alone. He filled the bowl and drank some of its cold water after performing a few spells to check for poisonous toxins. He refilled the bowl and was about to head back when he heard an odd sound. There was {a tiny chorus of skree-skree! And skree-skra!}* He felt his gedwey ignasia begin to itch just before {a half-dozen white, wormlike grubs—each the size of his thumbs—burst out of the moss and began to hop away.}*

Eragon knew instinctively that these grubs were dangerous and he stood still, watching as they disappeared under a different thicket moss. But before completely vanishing from sight, Eragon saw how each one split into many more as if multiplying. As soon as they settled into the moss, he walked back slowly and then hurried away from there as quick as he could without spilling the water.

Gleadr, what sort of creature was that? Eragon showed the dragon the grubs as he became more aware of the possible danger surrounding him.

I am not sure, Eragon. I have never encountered these grubs in my lifetime nor have I heard of them. They are new to these lands. Glaedr said and Eragon could hear the apprehension in his voice. Perhaps they were created from the poisonous fumes that remain from so long ago.

When Eragon finally made it back to the watch tower, he quickly cast as many wards as he could to protect them from the strange creatures and whatever else might lay hidden.

This place is evil. Both Eragon and Saphira froze at Glaedr's declaration.

How do you mean? Saphira asked.

Oromis and I returned here after the battle against Galbatorix and the foresworn and we know what the magic did to Doru Araeba. But something has changed since then. The magic, it has been twisted and these dark creatures were created.

Eragon's brow furrowed. I can only think of one person who would and could do that to a magic as powerful as the one that remains here.

Galbatorix, Saphira stated what they were all thinking.

It is only an assumption, but it does seem like he has something to do with it. Glaedr said and then fell silent, withdrawing from their minds.

Perhaps I should eat the grubs and the shadow birds, and then you would be safe. Saphira said as she watched Eragon using a small cloth to soak the water and place it on the boy's forehead.

I highly doubt you can seek out every last one of them, and besides, they could be dangerous to eat. Eragon said as he cast a spell to make the water colder.

Yes they might be but, magic or not, I must eat something, especially if I am to have enough strength to make it back across the sea. She said.

You're right, but that can wait until daylight tomorrow. Right now it is already too dark and we don't want to be wandering around looking for food when there might be other creatures—like the Nidhwal that almost ate you in the sea—hunting us as food.

Yes, I suppose. Very well. I shall sleep longer and in the morning I will hunt. Saphira said and repositioned herself into a more comfortable position. Before Eragon could tell her anything else, she was already asleep with small puffs of smoke escaping her large nostrils.

Eragon looked past Saphira's giant form and saw the dying light in the sky growing darker and darker, until it was pitch black outside. He returned to his task of soaking the boy's forehead with cold water and he was relieved to see that his fever had subsided somewhat.

He's greatly weakened. Glaedr said suddenly, surprising Eragon. Perhaps if I give him some of my energy, it'll help recuperate him quicker.

Yes, it will help him. I should have thought of it sooner. Eragon said.

You were still travel weary, do not blame yourself. I too should have thought of it sooner. Glaedr said and then began to transfer a great amount of energy into the boy.

Harry felt his heart accelerate and a burst of energy course through his body and he awoke with a sudden jolt and gasp. His eyes flew open, but he remained laying down, gasping.

The first thing he noticed was that the stranger that saved him was kneeling next to him, watching him with rapt attention.

"How are you feeling?" The stranger asked.

"Uh, a bit strange but, better." Harry said and then noticed that he had a rag soaked in cold water on his forehead. He took it off and sat up with energy that he was sure he shouldn't have unless he had been asleep for a long time. "Thank you again, for your help. My name's Harry."

Eragon nodded with a smile. "You're welcome. I am Eragon." He stood and went to fetch some bread from his saddlebags. "You have a strong fever so try not to exert yourself too much." He returned and handed Harry the bread.

Harry thanked him and began eating. He turned to sit more comfortably and he noticed the same blue dragon from before was sleeping soundly nearby.

"Isn't it dangerous?" Harry asked Eragon, keeping an eye on the beast. He didn't react as panicked as he should have because he knew that something about this dragon was different. After all, Harry had never heard of dragon's being ridden and then swooping in to save a human.

"Saphira is no danger. We are dragon and rider, protectors of Alagaesia."

Harry looked at him in confusion and then was frozen as an alien being entered his mind before he could remember to block it and spoke.

We dragon's are no beasts as you believe we are. We think and live just as you do young one. Glaedr said. My name is Glaedr, it is a pleasure to meet you, Harry from the stars.

Harry was shocked and knew from what Glaedr said that he too was a dragon.

"It's nice to meet you Glaedr, my name is Harry." He said quickly looking around trying to find Glaedr's body.

I no longer have a body; I now exist only as I am now, a bodiless conscience. There was deep sorrow in his voice, Harry realized, and soon found out once Glaedr began to tell the story of the riders and their glory days, then the birth of Galbatorix and his ascent into dark power. He told him of the destruction of the dragon riders and the near extinction of dragons, the rebellion called the Varden and the battle that was soon to take place in Urubaen where the end of the war would be determined depending on whether Eragon could defeat the king.

Harry rubbed his eyes feeling slightly overwhelmed. He was glad he no longer had to deal with glasses as he had permanently fixed his eyes with magic. He knew he would have lost his glasses when he fell through the storm.

When Glaedr finished, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for Eragon for he reminded him of himself. In fact, it sounded way too similar to his own situation. Eragon, like himself, was pushed into a battle against a deranged dark wizard.

"What should I do?" Harry whispered to himself thinking about how he was going to get back home. Although he whispered, Eragon heard him clearly thanks to his enhanced hearing.

"You'll come with us." Eragon said. "If I am able to defeat Galbatorix, I'll help you find a way back to your home whether it's across the sea or up in the stars. If I fail…Well, I'll make sure someone helps you. The elves are surely to know more about this than anyone else."

Harry smiled at Eragon in gratitude. "Thank you, really. You're helping me so much and I barely even know you. I already owe you a life debt."

"You don't owe us anything, Harry. Although Saphira may call you on that and demand you tell her about where you come from." Eragon smiled and stretched out on his bedding.

Harry did likewise. "It's not a secret so I'll tell you. It's just really complicated to describe it so that you can comprehend. I hardly comprehend how I got here." Harry yawned and lied back down, his eyes falling closed. "I'm pretty tired again…"

"You should sleep. We're all very tired. Tomorrow we'll need the energy to find the rock of Kuthien." Eragon said and Harry turned on his side to look at him. It was then that he started noticing that Eragon's features were like a human yet different. His ears were a bit pointier, his cheek bones and jaw line were more prominent, his eyes were slightly more slanted than what he deemed normal, and his skin was as pale like alabaster. There was an unnatural beauty to him and he felt slightly fearful at not really knowing the type of elves that were from this world. Even if Eragon was a half elf, he was still a powerful person and Harry doubted he would win against him now in his weakened state.

"Whats the rock of Kuthien?" Harry asked and his hand shifted towards his pocket to reach for his wand out of habit.

"We don't know. We're hoping it will help us to defeat Galbatorix." Eragon said.

Harry quickly sat up when he realized he didn't have his wand. He turned his head and searched the ground around him before standing up on weak legs and wobbling outside to see if it was there by luck.

"What are you doing?" Eragon asked after he quickly followed the other outside.

"I'm looking for my wand." Harry said as he continued to search the grass surrounding their watch tower.

"Your wand?" Eragon asked and Harry turned to him.

"Just like here, there is also magic in my world. Except, in our world, we use a wand to direct our magic."

Eragon thought of the history lessons he had with Oromis what seemed like ages ago and recalled one in particular where he learned that the elves had performed a strong magical spell in order to change the way magic was performed. Before the spell was cast to perfect the magic, if someone would intend to light a fire on wood and accidently think of his companion, then the magic would redirect itself to the one thought of at the precise moment. Eragon thought that the 'wand' was used in much the same way to be sure their magic was not miscast.

"I must have left it back home." Harry said to himself.

Eragon was watching Harry's frowning face when his eyes traveled past him and to the distance down in the valley where some of the larger ruins still stood. He frowned and quickly went and extinguished their camp fire.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, perplexed at Eragon's actions.

Eragon walked back towards him and kneeled on the ground looking out towards the valley where tiny bobbing lights were moving in single file.

"There are strangers here." He said and Harry kneeled beside him to look as well.

When he cast a spell to sharpen his sight, Eragon was only able to see figures covered in dark hooded robes.

They are strange indeed. Glaedr said to them.

"Do you know who they are?" Harry asked.

I do not. Perhaps they are of your kind or wanderers who seek to rebuild Doru Araeba. Glaedr fell silent for a moment before continuing. Or perhaps they are Galbatorix' men. Either way, it's best not to deal with them. It is good that you placed the wards that you did Eragon.

After that, they watched as the lights slowly made their way through the ruined city and disappeared one by one.

The next morning, harry awoke to Saphira's large eyes staring at him and his heart rate accelerated in fear for a moment before he remembered that Saphira was not dangerous.

"It's nice to meet you, Saphira, my name is Harry Potter." Harry introduced himself with a slight bow.

Eragon woke up when he heard Harry introducing himself to Saphira. He stared bemused as Saphira became ecstatic that Harry wasn't treating her like another mindless animal.

Did I miss something? Saphira asked him as she apparently answered Harry back.

He woke up after you fell asleep. Glaedr informed him of our struggle against Galbatorix and about the dragon riders. Eragon said as he watched Harry smiling up at Saphira.

Eragon had briefly touched Harry's mind, curious to see whether it was protected or not. He was surprised to see that it was, and very well. He'd say it was even stronger than his own, leveling out to those of the elves.

He is a strong one, Eragon. I can feel it as well. Saphira said to him while keeping up her conversation with Harry. Eragon said nothing else, only watched the young man full of unknown power.

The rest of the day was spent looking for the rock of Kuthien. Eragon walked while Saphira carried Harry, for he was still too weak and ill. They knew they found the rock of Kuthian when Glaedr could not recall what the structure was called, but they were disheartened when they realized they would have to speak their true names to get in. They spent almost two whole days trying to figure out what Eragon and Saphira's true names were. Harry himself had found the idea of having a true name, appealing yet also alarming. To have complete power over someone with the simple knowledge of a name, it was frightening.

Harry couldn't help but wonder what his true name would be and he found himself recalling every memory of his life that made him who he was, but he couldn't think of a name that would describe all of who he was. It made his head hurt so he gave up eventually.

Eragon had taken all night to figure out his true name and that following morning, Eragon, Saphira, and Glaedr had gone back to the rock of Kuthian leaving Harry to remain at the camp site. Harry, for one, was a stranger and couldn't be trusted. He understood that perfectly. Two, he didn't know his true name to get in anyways.

Eragon had insisted he stay put, not wandering outside of the watchtower—not even a step—because the extra wards he placed would only protect him inside. So Harry had taken a nap almost as soon as they had gone and was woken to the sound of a snapping twig.

Harry sat up quickly and moved to hide behind the broken wall of the tower so he could peer outside. He looked around but saw nothing and no one. He calmed a bit more when he realized he must have imagined it. Without even thinking about it he took a step out of the watch tower to do a more thorough search of the area and before he could take another step, a hooded figure stepped in front of him and raised a rock, swinging it down and hitting him on the head.

When Eragon stepped out of the tunnel that led into the Rock of Kuthian, he felt like he had forgotten something important. But it didn't really matter, what mattered was that they had found the heart of hearts of one hundred and thirty-one dragons. They had created a pocket in the space just behind Saphira so that they could be carried. They finally had enough power to threaten Galbatorix' own, at least he hoped. Now all they needed to do was retrieve Harry and head back towards Uru'baen.

Eragon turned quickly as he heard the shrill screeching song of the shadow birds, but there was nothing there. He was in such a good mood but the sudden sound of the strange birds sent a chill down his spine. He began to hear more and more of the shadow birds joining in with the first one and he realized they were all headed away from them, towards the center of the city ruins.

"Let's get back to Harry and get out of here." Eragon said and quickly climbed into Saphira's saddle.

Yes, let's. The farther we are from this strange island, the safer I'll feel. Saphira answered and took off towards the tower.

When they found the tower empty and even a slight stain of blood against the grass blades, Eragon began to fear the worst.

"It must have been the hooded strangers we saw." Eragon said and looked out toward the valley, trying to catch a glimpse of Harry, the strangers, or anything.

These strangers you speak of, did you see their faces? Umaroth—whom's rider was the elf Vrael—asked.

"No we did not." Eragon said. "We only saw them by night walking through the city."

For many months now, we have felt a strange presence here on the island. We were not aware that any human, elf, dwarf or urgal was residing here. Perhaps it is these strangers that have caused such a disturbance as of late. Umaroth said.

What sort of disturbances? Glaedr asked.

The type which only Glabatorix—a dark lord—can make. Umaroth said. There has been an influx of dark magic and only recently, just a few days ago, did we feel the strongest one yet. Our own power was drained and we feared that Galbatorix had discovered us. This is why we first attacked you upon your arrival into the vault.

A few days ago, Saphira said carefully, we found Harry falling out of the sky. He was brought here upon a green light. Could this have anything to do with it?

If Galbatorix is behind this and he has gone through such lengths to bring Harry to our world from another, then we must make sure Galbatorix doesn't get his hands on the boy. Glaedr said.

Eragon was listening to the dragons but he was also searching out over the valley. He heard another screech of the shadow birds and listened as it echoed further away.

"The birds!" He suddenly shouted. "They're all headed in the same direction. If it's dark magic they're using, these birds would be drawn to it. That's where they might have Harry!" Eragon jumped back into the saddle and Saphira took flight immediately.

It sounds like they're going east, back towards the center. Saphira said as she directed her flight towards the screeching birds.

Saphira flew over vast forests and up over a dwarf mountain to finally see the center of the city. It was then that they saw the shadow birds, not as birds but as a giant black cloud hovering over one of the ruined buildings.

Not even the sunlight can bring life into these creatures. Glaedr said. Always do they remain in shadow.

Eragon worried for Harry and hoped the boy was safe.

Saphira descended towards the building and sent out an earsplitting bellow to scare the shadow birds away. They did scatter but they never left.

Harry gasped awake when he heard the roaring of a dragon. He pulled at his wrists and legs, but as he thought, they were tied down. He still lay on the cold hard ground inside a small room where one of its corners was crumbling and sunlight was filtering through.

He thought he was dead. He should be dead. He felt himself dying. The strangers had brought him there and tied him down. They spoke in an odd language, chanting over him, and then pulled out a large, very sharp knife and stuck it through his heart.

Why am I not dead?

The door was slammed open and Eragon rushed inside, Saphira tried pushing her head inside but the door was much too small. It was a room meant for humans and elves.

"Harry!" Eragon quickly cut the ropes holding the boy down and helped him sit up. "Are you ok?"

"I don't really know." Harry said and quickly described what he remembered happened.

Eragon healed Harry's head injury and helped him back outside where Saphira stood waiting anxiously. Eragon frowned at the strange situation of it all. All that mattered now was that nothing had happened to Harry. The strangers would have to wait. Harry was safe and they needed to get back to Uru'baen.

AN: So, Paolini mentioned these strangers and there was absolutely no point of them even being mentioned, since he didn't explain who they were. So I thought I'd use them in my story. :)

You'll find out later what they did to Harry and for what purpose.

The plot of this story might not be all that original, with different dark forces and whatnot, and you'll come to see that there is a close similarity of what Galbatorix will do to what Voldemort did. Either way, I hope it works out and that you all like it.

: This might be a bit confusing, I barely understand, lol, but think of it as a 90 degree triangle. The two points of the triangle closest to each other are the cat's eye nebula and the world of Alagaesia and the farthest point is Harry's world. This is why Eragon was able to see the nebula without the need of a telescope. Of course it wasn't as clear and big but definitely viewable at the height that he was at.

* (Copied directly from the book.)

I mentioned that there were 131 eldunari but there were really 136. 5 Stayed behind to guard the dragon eggs and since that info was momentarily blocked from Eragon's mind, I figured he'd think there were 131.

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