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Dropped into Alagaësia

"Hey lady your strange blue stone thing is cracked. Do you still want it?" I asked, picking up the stone and holding it out to her. I could feel the magic in it, and was interested, but she had seemed rather protective of it. "Lady are you alright?" She groaned, clutching her side. She certainly was a looker. Well except for the whole moaning and bleeding thing. I got closer, investigating the wound. Wow that looked kind of serious. "Hold still. This is going to hurt." A wave of my wand had the wound closed. "Lady?"

Drat. Apparently it hurt more than I thought and it knocked her out. Either way I couldn't stick around here, whererever here was, so I decided to revive her. 'Reenervate!' I incanted and she stirred, albeit slowly. "Glad to see you are awake. Hate to break it to you but your precious stone is broken. Did you know how much magic is in this thing?"

That caused her to start and get to her feet, wincing in pain. Evidently my healing spells weren't as good as I thought. "The egg? Give it here quickly." she commanded.

As I held the cracked blue stone out to her, it began to vibrate back and forth wildly. "Uh what is this thing? Is it supposed to do that?" She jumped backwards at the eggs motion, looking at me with widen eyes. "Is this thing dangerous?" I asked.

"It's actually happening. For years we have tried and somehow it opens for you. Astounding." she gushed. "The Varden will have hope. Brom be overjoyed."

"Tell me what the hell is going on. It's magic is growing quickly. Is it going to explode?"

"No of course not. It's perfectly harmless." she responded airily, waving her hand.

"For some reason I'm having trouble believing you." cracks began to expand, and the egg was beginning to come apart. I jumped back, dropping the egg. I pointed my wand at the blue oval, ready to blast it.

"What are you doing? It's yours. It's your companion not your enemy. Lower the stick."

"Will you just tell me what the damn thing is already?" I didn't back down. They had said Hogwarts was safe, but that never stopped things from trying to kill me.

"A dragon egg. You are going to have a dragon." she said, just as the shell of the egg broke and out popped an oversized fluffy bird.

"A dragon? The things that fly and breathe fire? No way lady, that's not about to happen." I said. That little ostrich may be harmless now, but in a few weeks? Obviously the pointy eared woman had never seen a Hungarian Horntail. Better to solve this sooner than later. 'Avada Kedavra!' I cried as a green jet flew from my wand, hitting the baby dragon.

Who promptly snorted smoke from his nostrils and stared at me. "What the hell? It survived the killing curse? What is this thing?" I cried out, frustrated that the freaking thing was INVINCIBLE.

"You tried to kill it?" she shouted as a look of horror crossed her face. "Put that stick down! It's your friend! It's going to bond with you! We need you!" she cried, bringing her fists down on me without any real force behind them.

"I don't want a pet dragon. I just want to get out of here. Maybe I should have left you to that Dursley earlier. He would have just let me kill the damned bird." I said. Why couldn't people just leave me alone?

"Durza? Oh my goodness I forgot about him. Where is he? We aren't safe here, we have to move." she said, pulling at my hand, eyes fearful.

"Relax lady I dealt with him. Him and his two birdmen met the taste of Fiendfyre. Let's just say he was burnt into a crisp."

"Truly? No wonder the dragon chose you. Evidently not for your character, but for your power." she said eyes narrowing.

"I'll have you know that I am a paragon of virtue. Besides it's not like you are any better. You want me to let this grow so that it can eat me."

"For the last time it's not going to hurt you-" she said, promptly stopping as I reared back clutching my head.

"It's trying to get in my mind? What the hell? You didn't tell me about that!" I sank to my knees, reinforcing my barriers. The power the little tyke had. I could keep Snape out, but this thing was just blasting through. Evidently the woman was trying to trick me. Harmless my ass. The thing was a legilimens moments after it hatched. This wasn't an ordinary dragon. Nevertheless I managed to throw it from my mind, prompting the dragon to give me a curious look.

I raised the Elder Wand towards the dragon and began to chant quietly, only to be broken from my casting by that lady tackling me to the ground. I made to throw her off me but she was surprisingly strong, keeping my arms pinned down from atop me.

"You aren't one for foreplay are you? Well I can't exactly complain. You aren't bad looking either."

"I'm not trying to seduce you! I'm trying to stop you! Stop trying to kill the dragon!"

"Well that's certainly disappointing, I'm sure you'd be a rather good shag.", my eyes pointedly resting on her cleavage. She sputtered at my words, and it was just the hesitation I needed to throw her off, grab the wand and catch her with a silent Incarcerous. She was up in the air, bound in thick ropes.

"As much as I admire your spirit, I'm not going to let my mind be taken over from a newborn chicken." She made to respond, but I quickly silenced her. With a mock salute, I turned to deal with the dragon. Where the hell was it? A sudden force hit me and I fell to the ground, losing my wand and breath.

I felt teeth on my hand. Nibbling. What the hell. It was going to eat me. I slayed a basilisk and a Dark Lord and I was going to meet my end to a newborn ostrich. Then again Voldemort was killed by a seventeen year old who couldn't cast an Unforgivable. I closed my eyes, ready to feel its teeth sink in. But all it did was nibble. It wasn't going to kill me, it was trying to be friendly. Maybe the lady with pointy ears wasn't crazy.

I began to pet its head with my other hand and it gave off some sort of twisted purr. Well maybe it was a growl. Evidently it liked that. So I continued petting it while it nibbled at my hand. Perhaps a pet dragon would be useful. Considering I had lost my broomstick upon being dumped unceremoniously in the forest, a dragon would certainly be an upgrade. Charlie was going to be so jealous.

The woman began to make muffled noises, meaning the silencing spell was wearing off. Evidently she had some incredible willpower as my silencing spells usually lasted a few hours Well that's how long it took Ginny to break them.

A surge of magic left the dragon and my hand seem to absorb it, but then reflected it back into the dragon. Eyes wide I watched the pup croon under the force of magic while my hand felt like it was on fire. Never break a ritual was like the third rule of magic and I wasn't about to mess with this, so I just winced and kept my arm still. The magic dispersed and I gasped, feeling suddenly exhausted. The dragon just made its way to my head and began to nuzzle my face with its ears, which were surprisingly soft.

"Astounding. A bonding hasn't occurred for so many years and the tales hardly do it justice." she said, evidently breaking the silencing charm. "Could you let me out of these ropes?"

"I much preferred it when you were silent." I groaned, making my way to my feet, walking towards her, the fluffkin at my heels.

"Your dragon is adorable. I'm glad you have stopped trying to kill it. It likes you." she said, straining at the ropes that held her aloft.

"Well I guess I can be merciful." I dispelled her restraints with a wave of my hand. "Although I'm not sure how I feel about this tattoo the fluffkin bit into my skin."

"Every rider has one of those." she said as she got to her feet, rubbing her wrists. She made her way towards me and knelt before me. "What is your will rider?"

"As much as I enjoy seeing you on your knees I doubt we have the same thing in mind. Get up." I said, annoyed at the woman in front of me. First she wouldn't tell me about the dragon now she wanted to serve me? "Now you are going to tell me about Voldemort."

"Voldemort?" she responded, evidently confused at the name.

"The Dark Lord. Murders lots of people. You've had to have heard of him?"

"I'm afraid not." she said raising her eyebrows.

"Damn it. I was sure this was some sort of contingency plan he had in place. Perhaps I traveled through time. You know of Merlin? You would have to, you certainly aren't a muggle." I asked, assured that she at least would have known that.

"I am afraid not, I've never heard of Merlin either. What's a muggle?" she replied, evidently clueless. Not hearing of Merlin? What was going on here. Everyone practically swore by him.

"A muggle is someone who can't use magic. Surely you have those here? What year is it then? Perhaps I've gone back even further than I thought." I asked, scratching my chin considering the implications.

"It is the year 7999. We don't really have muggles. Anyone can use magic, as long as they know the ancient language." she said.

I began to choke, followed by a coughing fit much to my dragon's amusement, who simply responded by snorting smoke out of its nostrils. "You think that's funny don't you little guy?" I swatted the fluffkin on its snout and it just nuzzled my leg. "Well apparently I'm in a different world. How about I follow you for a while and you tell me about this place? And explain this goofy language to me, surely magic cannot be with everyone."

"I'll explain, but first I should get your name before we embark."

"Harry. Harry Potter."

"Arya Dröttningu."

"Nice to meet you Anya. Let's get out of this place, before my goat here sets the whole forest ablaze." She gave me a dirty look at the mention of my 'goat' but I just grinned and followed her through the woods.