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Dragon thoughts

"What the hell?" Harry thought, trying to use his magic again, only to get the same result, as he had for the last few days. Feeling like explosions were going off in his body. He had noticed that the more he tried to use his magic, the weaker the explosions felt in his body. They were no longer blinding, and crippling pain, they now felt more like insect stings.

Still painful but manageable. "Not again." he groaned, trying more spells only for nothing to happen or spells so weak that they might as well have not happened. "What's going on?" He thought, looking around the cave he had decided to stay in while trying to figure out his magic problems.

Looking around the cave, he started to pick up his supplies and bags, and then he looked at the leftover egg shards. "I'd better take those." He thought. "Don't want the Ra'zac getting these and somehow being able to track us." While picking up the egg shards and throwing them in the bag with the gold inside. He walked to the mouth of the cave and looked out, trying to pick a direction to travel absentmindedly petting the hatchling on the head.

Fìrnen had got bored while he was trying spells and fell asleep in a sunny spot in the mouth of the cave. Harry sat down and entered his occlumency. He approached the statue of the wizard wearing the cloak and examined it closely. He noticed that the cloak was now fastened with a green dragon pin. It looked surprisingly lifelike and was a perfect copy of the hatchling sitting in the cave.

"This must be a representation of the bond life was talking about." He thought entering the castle. As he passed the elder wand monument, he noticed that it had changed into a statue of a wizard standing triumphant with the wand held in the air. On the hand that did not have a wand, he saw the same silver diffused spiral oval that was now on his palm.

"Huh, they both changed." He thought, heading into his core room. At the entrance, he saw another statue of a wizard staring longingly at a stone in his hands. It didn't take a genius to figure out that it was the resurrection stone. He passed the statue, wondering what he would see inside the room. He entered the room to see his core massively bigger than when he was last here.

Looking at it, he saw that it was filled with the same light green his magic had changed to when he got his new body. He noticed that at the bottom, it was slowly starting to turn a dark forest green. "What's happening?" He thought. Then he noticed that the stream representing his body turning food into energy was clashing against a new stream of green. The new stream felt like magic it just felt like it weighed less than his natural magic stream. He followed the new stream and discovered that it directly connected to his body and not his core as his natural magic did. Making his way back to his core, he watched as the streams collided.

Every time the streams clashed, there was an explosion and cast off from the collision. A little bit from each stream was entering his core after collison but not enough to recharge him if he ran low. "Great." he sighed. "Two different magic systems that are drawing magic from different sources my natural magic must think this new one is a danger to me and is rejecting it to try and protect me." He sighed and woke himself up. Opening his eyes, he saw that Fìrnen had shifted and was curled up in his lap.

"No magic for me, and now I'm hiking in unfamiliar mountains with a dragon hatchling." He said aloud while sighing. He looked down to find the hatchling, looking at him, making noices at him. "What's wrong Fìrnen." He asked, moving his right arm, wincing as he did. Looking down, he noticed claw marks and bite wounds on it, though none were deep enough to permanently injure him, they still hurt. Looking at the hatchlings concerned amber eyes. "I'm alright, I was just checking something out." He said as he reached up to rub his forehead.

He saw the mark on his left palm. "Huh, it looks like I got a new scar when you did whatever you did." He said pointedly, looking at the hatchling staring at him. Standing up, he stretched, looking at the suns position. "Huh, no wonder you were worried that took way longer than I thought it would. It's almost noon now." He said, walking over to the clothes he had dumped picking up the shirt he ripped it in half and started wrapping up the wounds.

"See." He said showing the hatchling. "Everything is fine." Walking to the left overs he had been surviving on for the last few days he started by cutting the meat into chuncks before feeding them to Fìrnen. After eating the last for the stew he looked at the hatchling and said. "You know I don't even know if you are male or female." He scooped the dragon up and looked at it. Turning it over while it squeaked in outrage eventually he set it down.

"I still can't tell if you're male or female." He said. "Unfortunately, I never had the time to study dragons and don't know how to care for you." He said while getting dressed. He grabbed the bags he had made before carrying Fìrnen outside. He set the hatchling down and tapped some runes he had installed a previous day to make the wards he had made around they cave collapse and destroy the rune stones he had made. "That saves so much time. I'm glad I took the time to learn that while I was traveling." He told Fìrnen. Looking at Fìrnen he said, "Going by the name life recommended, I'd say you are male." He told the hatchling, picking up the bags and tying them to his pants. He set off, walking down the trail, the hatchling following after him running between the trees.

8 hours later

He finally stopped for the day as the sun was starting to set. He found a spot just in side a clearing still covered by the tree canopy. He took the bag with the supplies off the set it down and pulled out the tent he had found while he was looking through what he stole from Galbatorix.

He started to set it up manually, then stopped. "I wonder." He said, looking through the memories he had taken, choosing his words carefully. He spoke in the ancient language and watched as his tent halfway set up before he felt the magics collide and the spell fail. "It's a slow process." He sighed and finished setting the tent up manually. Looking for the hatchling, he saw him trying to sneak up on a butterfly.

He watched as Fìrnen pounced on the butterfly, then opened his paws to see them empty and the butterfly flying away. He chuckled, walking up behind Fìrnen and scooping him up, "You'll have to be quicker than that." He said while carrying him to the tent he opened it and sat down, releasing the hatchling on the ground. He headed back outside to cast the proximity wards and the runes to hide them. He winced as he felt his available magic levels drop. He sighed. "It can't be helped. We need those wards." He told Fìrnen while getting ready to feed him from the supplies he had.

"Now, I feel bad that Life just gave me a name, and I rolled with it. So I've thought of some names for you, but I'm not from around here, so these names are from a book series I read." He said. "The first name is Balerion. They called him the black dread. He was so big that entire cities could fit inside one of his wings. Fìrnen seemed to refuse the name. "Hmm ok how about Dreamfyre she was said to be the silver mount of royalty. Another rejection. "Ok, what about Vermithor? They called him the bronze fury he was the third largest dragon." Rejected, "Caraxes, he was called the blood wyrm for his red scales he was a fierce fighter." Rejected, "Vhagar, she was the sister of Balerion." Rejected."Meleys, she was called The Red Queen." Rejected, "Tessarion, she was known as the Blue Queen," Rejected. "Morghul, he was the mount of a princess." Rejected."Viserion, he had yellow scales he was named after a prince." Rejected "Syrax, she was the yellow mount of a queen."

Rejected, "Rhaegal, he had green scales and was also named after a prince." Fìrnen seemed to consider this one longer before ultimately rejecting it. "Hmm, you liked that one. Ok, how about Arrax? He had green scales and was the mount of a prince." Fìrnen considered this one the longest before ultimately rejecting it. Harry sighed. "So you want to stick with Fìrnen?" He felt acceptance from the bond. "Thank god you chose that one I was running out of names." Fìrnen chirped and curled up to sleep. "Fìrnen huh I hope your fate is better than his." He thought while making himself dinner. After he was done, he picked up Fìrnen, heading to bed he set the dragon on the bed, showered the laid down, and fell asleep.

The green was waiting with the blue as he had for the last century the red had left a while ago. He had felt many people touch his egg, but none had what he was looking for. So he waited with the blue until he sensed a hand touch his egg.This one was special he could feel it, but something was wrong. Something with this ones blood. It called for rejection, but this one was perfect he could feel it, and they would be strong together.

He didn't know if it was the egg breaker again trying to get him to hatch. He decided to wait and see. He felt the hand move him before leaving him. He was in a different place than he was last. He felt a new presence but could not locate them. After some time, he felt the new presence brush against his mind he felt fear this one was massive and strong, far stronger than the oath breaker. He was shown images of the first presence he had sensed. Watching these memories, he was shown he decided this one was perfect his blood did not matter.

He sensed that the blue wanted this one as well, but the blue would never have his rider. Using all his willpower, he hit the side of the wall protecting him. He rolled out of the place and bounced off something hard. He felt the presence pick him up. Yes, this one is the one, but he was tired, so tired. Maybe a nap wouldn't hurt, he thought as he fell asleep. He woke up to feel shaking, and a magic burst he let out a loud squeak of effort and began to push against the wall of his suddenly far to small space. Again, he pushed and felt nothing summoning everything he had he pushed, and this time, he felt a crack.

Excited, he pushed again against the same spot, widening the crack. "Come on, little guy, you can do it." he heard a voice call to him. His rider, with his riders' encouragement , gave a final push and broke the wall he was trapped in. Falling onto his back, squeaking in triumph, he rolled over and slowly stood up. His legs were weak, and shaking looking around the place he was in, it was fascinating. He stumbled up to a round, hard grey thing next to three more he sniffed it before moving on to the next thing.

He heard a laugh turning to face his rider he saw a tall two legs with purple eyes and black hair. With the determination that helped him make it before the blue, he stumbled over to his rider. The human was saying something holding his hand out. Focusing on the hand, he streched out his head to touch the hand. He felt a surge of magic surge from his gut traveling to the top of his head, reaching it just as he touched his riders hand. The two legs froze for a second, then collapsed to the ground. Waddling over to his rider, he climbed onto his chest. The two legs looked at him, asking him a question, but he was tired and started to fall asleep. The two legs must have been tired as well he heard his breathing slow, and even out, he swiftly followed him into slumber.