I do not own any part of the Harry Potter or Eragon universes.
This was the most difficult chapter to write as of yet. I had to rewrite this three times I'm still not happy with it. I still hope you like it!
Magic, the most beautiful think in the World
Harry looked out the window and saw the moon twinkle down on them in the late night. He clipped his pouch of runes and Sirius knife to his belt.
He would miss the time in Teirm. It had been a nice change, no longer sleeping under the open sky and fearing for one's life.
Harry grabbed his black robes and slung them over his shoulders and left his room.
He went outside and waited for the others. Eragon was the first to approach him with bow and quiver.
"Nervous?" Harry asked.
Eragon nodded and tightened the strap on the quiver.
"A little," he admitted. "A lot can go wrong."
It wasn't long before Brom and Jeod joined them. Brom carried a sword at his side and a long staff, while Jeod wore a black vest.
An elegant rapier hung at his side.
They went out into the street and used the darkness to get around unnoticed.
Jeod led them along the city walls until a squad of soldiers patrolling came towards them.
They saw them early enough to avoid them down a side street and wait for the squad to pass them.
Jeod waved them forward. "Come on! They're gone," he whispered.
They had almost managed to get to the castle unseen, where the shipping records were being held, when a drunk man appeared from behind a house with an empty jug of mead.
"Let me take care of him," Harry said, nodding for the others to go ahead.
He walked towards the man and threw his arm around his shoulders.
"A wonderful night, isn't it?" Harry said happily, leading the man in the direction the drunk had come from.
Brom, Eragon and Jeod, walked past the man towards the castle, unnoticed.
The man jumped in shock when he saw Harry next to him.
He blinked. "The nigh' was good, ye'."
Harry pointed to the empty jug. "There's nothing more in there!"
The man held the jug down and looked down in amazement.
His eyes widened in shock. "Ye' are right! And the night is still long."
Harry nodded and handed the man two crowns, which he tossed into his empty mug.
"Take this, my friend. You deserve it."
The man blinked, but as he shook his mug and heard the coins, he gave Harry a wide grin.
"Ye' are a great lad, my friend. Do ye' want to come with me?"
Harry shook his head. "I can't, my wife and children are waiting for me. Please do me a favor and drink one for me, would you do that?"
"Always the wife, taking the fun out of everything," he mumbled. "I promise ye', I will even drink two for ye', my friend!"
The man broke away from Harry and entered the nearest tavern.
"I'm back, you drunken bastards and I've got money with me again!"
The men inside the Tavern laughed loudly and the drunk closed the door behind him.
Harry shook his head and joined the others who were waiting for him.
"No one's there, we should try now," Jeod whispered and Brom nodded.
Brom turned to Eragon. "Do you remember your role?"
"Yes," Eragon said.
At Brom's nod, Jeod walked towards the fort and the rest followed him.
He banged his fist loudly on the gate. When nothing happened, he knocked again.
"What do you want?" Said an annoyed voice as a narrow speaking grille was pulled up.
His breath stinks of mead.
"We have to go in," Jeod answered.
The guard's-tired eyes blinked. "Why?"
"The boy forgot something important here on my desk. We just want to get it for a moment."
Eragon hung his head in embarrassment.
"We would offer you that as an apology," Brom whispered, holding a bottle of rum up to the moonlight.
The guard's eyes leapt to the bottle, and he licked his lips greedily.
"All right, you can come in. But give the lad a good spanking from me."
Jeod gave the guard a smile. "I will."
The man let them in through a narrow door set into the gate. Brom gave the man the bottle, which he gratefully accepted, and he walked away.
They hurried across the courtyard, careful not to be seen by other soldiers. Arriving in front of the scriptures archive, Jeod tried to open the door, but it was locked.
"Let me," Harry said, taking the knife from his hip.
He put it in the keyhole and pulled it up. They heard a faint rustle and the door opened.
"Very good," Brom whispered, pushing open the door.
Jeod and Eragon followed him, but before Harry entered, he heard footsteps. He quickly closed the door behind him and leaned it ajar so that he could see through a small gap.
Two people stopped in the moonlight and Harry got a better look at them.
He saw the girl he bumped into yesterday and another man.
The man was dressed in black, had long dark brown hair and a handsome face.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Murtagh?" the girl asked, straightening his collar.
Murtagh closed his eyes. "Yes, I am. I can't take another second with this monster. You should come with me, Mary."
Mary shook her head and a single strand of hair fell out of her hair.
"I can't... My family is with him. He would kill them, I can't let that happen, you know that," she said pleadingly.
Murtagh cupped her cheek and slowly brushed the loose strand of hair away from her face.
"I'm going to miss you," he said and gently praised himself away from her.
"Not as much as I do you."
They both looked at each other for a moment longer until Mary let out a sob and turned around.
For a brief moment, it was as if Murtagh changed his mind, but he straightened his shoulders and disappeared into the darkness.
Harry closed the door quietly behind him once he was sure they were gone, and no one could hear the door click.
Harry turned around and saw that the others were already busy working.
Dozens of scrolls were laid out on a wide table in front of them.
"Where have you been?" Brom hissed tensely. "We must not waste any time!"
Harry picked up a scroll from the table and replied, "Someone was coming, and I wanted to make sure we weren't spotted. So, I had to wait to close the door."
Brom's eyes widened in concern for a moment.
"But they didn't hear us?"
Harry shook his head. "No... they were busy and quickly left."
Brom's tense posture relaxed. He glanced at the door and turned to his work.
"Have you found anything yet?" Harry asked.
"No, nothing yet... But- Wait here!" Eragon said happily, pointing to a squiggly sentence.
"Here's a shipment from Narda to Gil'ead... 3 years ago."
Brom looked up from the scrolls that had gathered around him.
"Good, write down any records you find about Seithr Oil."
Harry nodded and continued working through the scrolls.
Time flew by, and they finally lightened the workload by just looking for the scrolls containing ship names coming down from the north. Since the oil from the petals of the Seithr plant only comes from a small island in the northern sea, they were able to narrow down their search.
Suddenly, Harry felt his right hand begin to tingle. He looked up and had to blink.
At the top of the cliff was a small window in which a black cat lay.
It was Solembum and Harry was sure, judging by the look on Eragon's face, he knew him too.
Suddenly, he saw Eragon's eyes widen.
"We must go, soldiers are looking for us," Eragon said hastily.
"How do you know?" Brom asked in a sharp voice.
Eragon hesitated for a moment and Harry came to his aid. He could guess what the werecat had told Eragon.
"It doesn't matter how he knows, or do you not trust him?"
Brom grumbled something under his beard. "Yes, I do... But we have to finish this."
They skimmed the scrolls so fast that they were skimming entire entries.
While Jeod and Brom read the final entries, Harry and Eragon set about putting the scrolls back in their place.
Eragon was putting the last parchment on the shelf as Jeod stuffed the copied entries into his pocket.
They rushed outside and Brom locked the door at the last moment when they heard voices.
The next moment two soldiers appeared.
"Get away from the door!" shouted one of the men.
"Sorry," Jeod apologized. "We got lost in the dark. We were just about to leave."
The soldier nodded and nodded to one of his partners.
"Check if everything is alright."
His partner walked towards the door and pulled the handle, but the door stayed locked.
"It's locked, sir."
The soldier in front of them scratched his chin.
"Well, I don't know how a group of four men can get lost like that, but since the door is locked you can go. Hurry."
Harry laughed inwardly as the soldiers helped them escape.
"We actually did it!" Burst it out of Eragon and jumped in the air.
"We did. Now we just have to see if the trouble was worth it," Brom said, making room on the table in Jeod's library, who then spread out a map of Alagaёsia.
Harry's eyes darkened as he saw Urû'baen at the heart of the map, from where King Galbatorix ruled his kingdom.
"The Ra'zac must be hiding near Urû'baen," Eragon said with dark realization.
Brom scratched his head thoughtfully. "Let's hope they aren't, otherwise, you can't even venture near it."
Jeod pulled out the parchment with the entries they found.
"The Seithr Oil has been shipped to every major city in the last 5 years. That means Aroughs and Feinster in the south, Belatona, Kuasta and Teirm in the west, Gil'ead and Ceunon in the north and finally Urû'baen and Dras-Leona in the center," Jeod listed with a frown.
Brom smoothed the card out with his hands. "I think we can rule out a few cities. The Ra'zac are the king's errand boys. If they're going to get anywhere in Alagaёsia quickly, they need to be in a location that allows them to be in many places at once."
Harry furrowed his brows.
"So, the cities in the north and south would be gone."
Brom agreed. "I think we can rule out the cities to the west, beyond the mountains, too. There are few paths that would give them access there, making travel difficult for the Ra'zac. Ceunon is too far in the north, but they could be hidden at Gil'ead."
"So, from the west remains Belatona and in the north Gil'ead. What about the southern cities?" Harry asked.
"Aroughs and Feinster are just as remote as Ceunon is to the north. Belatona would be an option," Jeod replied.
"And Urû'baen?" Eragon asked. "It's right in the center of the map. You could go anywhere from there."
"It may be so, but I doubt the king would want to keep the Ra'zac that close," Brom argued.
Harry leaned against the chair. "Which means, it's either Belatona, Gil'ead or Dras-Leona. Although we can't really rule out Urû'baen either," Harry concluded.
Eragon looked at the entries. "Belatona has only had one delivery in recent years. Not a lot."
Brom closed his eyes, he said deep in thought. "Dras-Leona is also nearby. The city is larger and more conveniently located than Belatona. How often did they get it?"
Eragon checked. "Earlier this year three shipments arrived within a few weeks. All through the same retailer."
"And Gil'ead?"
"Only two shipments in the last year," Jeod said as he peered over Eragon's shoulder.
Suddenly, Jeod smacked his temple as if remembering something.
"And we forgot something. Helgrind."
Brom sighed. "Of course. This is the perfect place for the Ra'zac to hide."
Harry looked up from the map. "What is the Helgrind?"
"It is a four-pointed mountain near the city of Dras-Leona. In the ancient language it is also known as the Gates of Death. It is the perfect place for them to hide," Brom explained.
"Finally, we have found them." Eragon's eyes gleamed.
He looked determinedly at the map to where Dras-Leona was. They had finally found the whereabouts of his uncle's killers. It was only a matter of time before their torsos were filled with his arrows.
Brom said goodbye to Jeod while Eragon packed the saddlebags.
"I wish I could go with you, but my place is here, with Helen. And I've grown old, something you haven't experienced."
Brom smirked but nodded understandingly.
"Nevertheless, it was good to see you again, Jeod," Brom said and the two shared a brotherly hug.
"I wish you all the luck that Alagaёsia can offer you," Jeod said thickly.
Harry and Eragon both thanked him for his help and together they led the horses out into the streets at their side.
They were walking off the main street when they heard voices getting louder and louder. Curious, Harry walked down one of the side streets until he met a huge crowd.
"It's Lord Morzan! He has not been in Teirm for years and now he has arrived! Look!" exclaimed an old woman in joy.
Harry peered over the crowd and saw a tall, muscular man sitting on a horse. Several of his followers walked behind him. The man had black hair and exuded a powerful aura. He was sitting upright on his horse and his expression was hard.
A large ugly scar ran from his eye across his face.
The man scanned the crowd. Eventually he found Harry in the crowd and the two looked at each other for a moment. One eye blue, the other black.
Harry met the gaze and didn't dare look away. Morzan's eyes narrowed a little, but eventually Morzan turned away and Harry took a deep breath.
He turned his back on the crowd and was looking forward to putting miles between himself and Morzan. He didn't want Artemis to be near a person like him, but then it happened.
A soldier ran towards Morzan and bowed deeply. Morzan held up his hand and his followers stopped behind him.
Whatever the soldier told Morzan couldn't mean anything good. Even from a distance, he could see how angry he was getting. His hands clenched into fists and his face was contorted in anger.
He jumped off his horse and walked towards the waiting maids.
"Step forward, girl." Morzan's voice was deep and cold, there was something bloodthirsty about it.
A blonde-haired girl stepped forward, hands shaking. It was Mary.
She knelt before Morzan.
"Where is he?" Morzan hissed .
Mary swallowed deeply. She licked her tongue over her lips.
"He's gone," she admitted with a surprised strength in her voice.
"Gone?"
Morzan reached out with his right hand and hit her with full force.
Mary screamed and fell to the ground. She held her cheek in pain and looked around for help, but no one came to her aid.
"Your entire purpose was to watch my son! Nothing else! I'll ask you one last time, girl. Where's my son, Murtagh?"
Like a snake he reached forward and pulled the girl up by the hair.
Mary cried out in pain; her eyes filled with fear but something shimmered deep inside them.
"Murtagh is far gone, my lord. You will never see him again," she croaked through the pain.
The surrounding people became uneasy with what they saw and quickly began to run away.
He threw her against the ground and knelt down next to her.
Morzan's face drew closer to hers. In the sunlight his eyes sparkled with malice.
Mary looked up with tears in her eyes.
"Is that your last decision, girl?" he asked softly.
Mary took a shaky breath.
"Yes," she cried, tears streaming down her face.
Morzan sighed in disappointment and stretched out his right arm, locking his hand around her neck.
Mary tried with both hands to loosen Morzan's grip and free herself, but it was in vain. He was too strong.
His fingers tightened, and her breath caught in her throat.
A cloud moved in front of the sun and a shadow fell across the street.
"You're not even worth smearing your filthy blood on my sword," Morzan growled.
She heard him utter one last word, one last whisper filled with power, and everything turned black for her. Mary's body fell lifeless to the ground like a doll whose strings had been cut off.
Harry's heart pounded under his chest. He watched what was happening in front of him with wide eyes.
He could not let it happen.
He was about to move forward when a hand grabbed his collar and suddenly, he was pulled sideways and pinned against the wall behind a house. It was Brom.
"What do you think you're doing?" Brom snarled. Eragon stood next to them and watched what was happening with shocked eyes.
"We can help her!"
Harry pushed Brom's hands away from his collar.
Brom scoffed. "Can you actually? You don't have a sword; can't even use your magic and you want to attack the Right Hand of the king in the middle of the city?"
Harry was shocked to see Brom remove the glove on his hand. There was the same mark on his palm as Harry's. The Mark of a Dragon Rider.
"You are a Dragon Rider?" Eragon gasped.
Brom's eyes closed in pain. "Not anymore. She was killed in battle."
"The point is countless people have died trying to kill Morzan in revenge and every single one has failed. I should know because I was one of them. And you think you're the one chosen to strike him down, boy? You want to be a hero?" Brom glared at him.
Harry flinched with every word that followed.
He shook his head in denial. "No, I do not."
Brom's features softened. "Well, you're not an idiot yet. You would have been undoubtedly outclassed at swordplay. Let alone not being able to use your magic."
Harry's gaze shifted to the main street, where the body of the girl lay motionless.
"This is what we are fighting for! This is what we are fighting against!"
Something stirred inside him. It was as if a storm had broken loose within him. He had made his decision.
Harry would not agree with the ruling class perpetrating atrocities in this way.
Would he become a soldier?
No, he was different. He was a wizard and a Dragon Rider. His name was Harry Potter and his partner Artemis.
Together they would get to the root of the evil and purge Alagaёsia from it.
For the first time in months, he could feel the warmth of his wand.
"Come on you two, we should hurry up," Brom said.
As they walked through Teirm, the atmosphere was tense. As they approached the gate, they saw fewer and fewer people, and those coming toward them had pale faces and refused eye contact.
Harry wished Artemis were with him. He needed to speak to someone.
They ran around the last bend when someone faced them. Two stood before them.
It was Morzan. He gave them a sneer as they came into view. His scar contorted in a disgusting way.
Next to him, a few feet away, was an old man with a hunched back. It was the books owner Harry had met. His name was Svikari if he remembered correctly.
He pointed at Harry with a shaking hand. "That's him, my Lord! I have seen them arrive and that one was buying books in my shop!"
Morzan nodded and reached into his coat. A small bag of crowns landed in the seller's shriveled hands.
"Now get out of here or you'll see your ancestors sooner than you'd like," Morzan said in a menacing voice. Both of his eyes were on Brom.
Svikari nodded fearfully. "Of course, my lord. I am deeply in your service, my lord."
With a speed that no one expected from him, he disappeared in the shadows of the many houses.
Brom's eyes blazed with anger and Harry feared Brom was about to rush in and attack Morzan as Brom suddenly glanced sideways at Eragon, and Harry saw him take a deep breath.
Brom's shoulders were tense, but the anger left his eyes.
He nodded towards Harry and Eragon. "Go through one of the side streets. Teirm was designed so that every road leads to the gates to better defend them. We will meet outside of Teirm. GO!" Brom barked at them.
Harry didn't hesitate for a moment. He grabbed Ares reins, and they galloped through the streets. Eragon was a few yards behind them.
"Brom!" Eragon shouted, but Brom ignored him. His eyes were locked on his opponent.
The faint sunlight reflecting off Eragon's sword cast a red beam of light straight into Morzan's eyes.
His eyes widened slightly.
"That is my sword, boy! Do you really think you can escape from me?!" Morzan screamed after him, but Brom dismounted from Snowfire and blocked his way.
"Your face has gotten uglier since the last time I saw you, Morzan," Brom sneered.
Morzan growled, drawing his own sword. His left eye twitched.
"I will kill you for what you did to me," Morzan raged. "Then I will go after the boy, and it will be me who wins in the end!"
Brom let out a roar of rage and with his sword drawn, lunged at Morzan, who managed to parry it at the last moment. The two swords slammed together, and a spark erupted as if there were a bunch of fireflies around them.
"Damn it Harry, stop! We've got to help Brom!" Eragon yelled, but Harry shook his head.
"It's more important that we get out of Teirm. You need to trust Brom," Harry shouted back.
The gates were already in sight. There were only a few roads left until they would reach them.
"But-" Eragon began but had to stop as a soldier armed only with a shield ran towards them.
"Stop! In the name of king Galbatorix, you are under arrest!" The soldier screamed .
Eragon drew his sword and smacked the pommel of Zar'roc against his temple. The soldier dropped to the ground like a heavy sack filled with flour.
They galloped on to the exit. They heard the alarm going off and the screams of soldiers.
"Faster!" Harry yelled, kicking his heels into Ares' sides.
Suddenly a dozen soldiers appeared behind a house and blocked their way. They advanced in a circle formation; spears raised.
Harry and Eragon had to stop their horses and nodded to each other. There was no way out and they would have to fight their way out.
They dismounted from their horses and raised their weapons. Zar'roc glittered in the sunlight and Harry raised his wand. They would have to act quickly, or the more time passed, even more Soldiers would arrive.
They were about to move on when Harry saw a dark cloud through a gap in the soldiers. It solidified behind the soldiers into a man with blood-red hair.
He wore black armor that was shaped like it was made out of bones.
He raised his left hand and his mouth moved, but Harry could not hear anything above the noise. Suddenly he heard an explosion beside him. He was thrown from the side and crashed into a wall. There was a moment of pained screaming and then there was silence.
Harry shifted his body and his stomach dropped. It was just like Yazuac.
There was a crater where the soldiers had just been chasing them. Bodies lay around the crater, blood poured down the street.
Harry closed his eyes. He needed to focus.
The man in front of them was grinning in a hideous way.
"Are you prepared to die, Rider?"
"How did you find me?" Brom asked as he dodged another attack.
"Did you really think the Ra'zac wouldn't recognize you? It wasn't difficult to figure out which path you would take," Morzan replied as he braced for another attack.
"You are capable of thinking? What happened to you?" Brom moved to the side and parried Morzan's attack.
Brom took the opportunity and kicked Morzan in the side. Morzan grunted in pain.
"Your scar suites your face really well. It used to be ugly, but now you really could be mistaken for an Urgal!" Brom mocked.
Morzan took a step back. He raised his sword and aimed its point at Brom.
"You think you're going to escape from me? After everything you have done to me?" He growled out.
"After what I did to you?!" Brom repeated slowly. He stepped back and tore the glove from his hand, revealing the Gedwёy Ignasia.
"You took her from me! She was everything to me and you killed Saphira, you bastard!" He shouted towards his former friend.
"You betrayed us all just to follow a lunatic!" Brom screamed in anger.
Morzan merely chuckled. "You don't know… you don't know."
"Don't I know what?!" Brom panted.
But Morzan looked over his shoulder and looked in the direction in which the two boys had disappeared.
"You're too naive, Brom. You always were and always will be. You were never able to see the big picture. You have always focused on the small details. Something that has cost you everything."
Morzan tilted his head and rammed his sword in the ground.
Brom frowned at him. "Have you completely lost you mind now?"
Morzan growled at him. "I have not, and you should be grateful that I am the one facing you and not Durza."
Brom's eyes widened. "Durza is here?"
Morzan ginned evilly. "Yes. We knew you were travelling with two other people. Although Durza was busy himself, it was easy to persuade him to come to Teirm with me."
"That is not possible. No one knew of our tracks," Brom muttered under his breath.
Morzan pursed his lips. "Even after all these years, you still underestimate the king's power. There really is no hope for you anymore… or for your little revolutionary group."
Brom narrowed his eyes at him. "What do you mean?"
Morzan laughed at him. "Please! Do you not think the king doesn't have spies among the Varden? You are attempting to conquer a power that you cannot even begin to understand!"
Brom snorted. "Everyone has a weakness, even the king. And we will find it or die trying to rid Alagaёsia of this disease."
Morzan shook his head. " If you still think you have a chance, you are sorely mistaken. But I digress…."
"The Ra'zac recognized you in that little village. The king presented them with many memories of every single Dragon Rider that could have survived the fall. They knew exactly what to look for."
Brom took the information in. If that was true, then they would have to go to the Varden at once, without further ado. Brom wanted to keep the boys away from any politics, but fate left him no choice. They had to survive at all costs. They were their last hope.
Out of the corner of his eye, Brom saw Snowfire heading his way.
The horse was worth every coin he owned, he thought with a wry smile.
Morzan saw it too late, when Brom sheathed his sword and run towards the horse.
If Durza was there, then he had to get to the boys as quickly as he could. Neither of them was ready to take on a shade.
His ring grew warm against his finger.
"No! You stupid beast, stop!" Morzan screamed in anger, he started speaking in the ancient language, but Brom was wide ahead of Morzan and had the foresight to put protective wards on Snowfire's saddle.
"Get me a horse, you idiots or I will skin you alive!" Morzan screamed at the nearest soldier that had arrived.
The soldier feared for his life and quickly run off to find one.
Morzan looked after Brom, who disappeared behind the main street. He was sure he wouldn't be able to catch up to him, but he would see Brom again and he vowed to kill him the next time they met. Slowly and painfully, so his lust for revenge could be satisfied after all these years.
"Kill us? You don't seem to know who you're dealing with," Eragon called out to him.
The man merely smiled at them.
"Oh, I think I know exactly who you are. But where are my manners? My name is Durza. I really wanted to meet you." His lips curled up into a smile.
"At least one of you."
Eragon's face went pale. Brom had told him about Durza, the king's shade.
"Ah, so you've heard of me. That makes it a lot easier for me," Durza nodded in approval.
"You know who we are?" Harry asked.
Durza looked directly at Harry. His eyes were filled with amusement.
"Yes, I think I do. You are traveling with Brom, the sole survivor of the Dragon Riders." Durza flicked his tongue in annoyance. "Except for Lord Morzan and the king, of course."
"From the missing shock placed on your faces I assume that this is not something new for you. How fascinating," Durza said with a smile.
"The only thing I still don't know for sure is, which of you is the Dragon Rider… Of course, I could kill you both, then we would no longer have a problem… But I could try to use the Rider and the Dragon to overthrow the king… choices… So many choices," Durza whispered, but they could still hear every word he said.
At least they didn't seem to know anything about Artemis yet.
However, before Durza could do anything, Eragon drew his arrow and yelled, "Brisingr!"
The arrow was surrounded with blue fire and headed for the shade.
Durza looked with interest at Eragon.
"So, it is you."
Durza gave them a bright smile and with a single word in the ancient language, the flames surrounding the arrow froze and fell to the ground. It shattered into a thousand pieces.
"A young magician! Excellent!"
"Now, let me show you real power!" He turned towards Harry with a sneer. "I apologize, but I have no need of you anymore. I only have need for the Rider. Goodbye boy."
Durza twisted his hand and summoned a spear from the fallen soldiers' weapons.
With a quick wave of his hand, the spear flew in Harry's direction.
The spear swung at him, and Harry raised his wand and pointed it at the weapon.
"Impedimenta!" Harry exclaimed, feeling the familiar magic erupt within him. It was more than he was used to.
Durza's face was in shock as the spear stopped in the air.
"How is that possible?" he whispered.
His eyes flickered from the spear first to Eragon and then to Harry.
Could the Rider have used the magic? Or was it the other one?
He shook his head. Whatever it was, it changed everything. He would make sure that he would get hold of this knowledge.
"Eragon get ready," Harry whispered.
"What are you planning to do?"
They watched as the shade raised his pale hands and murmured something in the ancient language. It was long sentences, and the magic was literally tangible.
It felt dirty and evil.
"I hope you survive this," Durza smiled at them.
"Vindr Istalri!"
The air in front of them flared and a great black flame appeared in front of them.
Harry stepped in front of Eragon. The flames rushed towards them, and he could feel the heat on his face.
He was oozing with power and doing the only thing he could do now. With all his power, he focused on his own magic and let go.
He raised his wand and thrusted forward in one quick motion.
"Bombarda Maxima!" Harry exclaimed.
His wand trembled in his hands and the pent-up magic of the last few months was finally released.
A white beam of light emerged from the tip of his wand and pulsed with power.
As it met the magical fire, there was a huge explosion and Harry folded his arms protectively in front of him. Harry only saw the spell hit Durza and blast the shade against the hundred-meter-high wall.
But Harry hadn't had the spell under control. He had unconsciously used too much magic.
A single memory of a woman with black hair and green eyes flashed in front of his eyes.
The last thing he saw was Eragon disappearing with the horses behind a row of houses.
The next thing he knew he was knocked off his feet and everything went black before his eyes.
To clarify a few things.
The knife Harry used to open the door, was the one Sirius gifted him. I think in the books it was a penknife, but it was never descried how it actually worked, which is why here it wil be a simple knife.
Morzan did not kill Brom's dragon, Saphira I. Brom and Morzan were taught by Oromis and were basicly brothers and I think his betrayal hurt him the most and Brom links it directly to Morzan's betrayal killing her.
At least that is my opinion of it.