Harry ran his hand though his hair as he looked over the edges of the forest. It pained him to see the edges of the elven forest cut as it was. The forest was a point of pride for the Elves as they viewed them to be sacred. They had been in the land for three moons, several members of their group had made contact with the Varden and had started to integrate themselves into the group of rebels. They were camped near the edge where little to no humans or elves visited.

It was nearing time for Harry to join the Varden. He reached down to pull a leather glove over his right hand to cover the Dragon's mark, as all members of the team had been ordered. This had come in handy to claim that they were part of the same clan and to hide the fact that some where Dragon Riders. They were not ready to show themselves to the land yet but the time was near.

/Godric, stay near but hidden. I fear that we will once more see bloodshed by our hands as brother fights brother and Dragon fights Dragon once more./ Harry projected to his beloved Dragon.

/Yes little one. You two legged creatures should not fight as you are, nor should Dragon fight Dragon./ said the Dragon as Harry sheathed the blade that he had in the land, the sword of Godric Gryffindor. He had used a goblin made blade in his last battle but it had made him feel lost with out it. It was now hidden in Godric's saddle as a spare blade.

Those that had not joined the Varden yet followed Harry on horse back, with the Dragons of the few Riders left following, though at a great distance so that they looked more like a flock of birds. It took over two weeks for them to find the Varden camp, and another two weeks for them to be accepted, not as spies but as actually wanting to help the Varden.

It did not take long before Nasuada to form the group of them as elite swordsmen and mages that worked well together but her own commander being set over them. Little did they know that they had a group of riders under their command. After the battle of Feinster, the Varden had marched on to Belatona and then Helgrind where to start the siege.

Harry stepped out of his tent, a cup in his hand, dressed for combat. He looked up as he heard a screech and saw a red glint of light. "This isn't going to end well." He mumbled to himself as he felt the power leaking from the Red Dragon. He glanced over as he saw Eragon and Saphira take to the air to head off the other Rider. He heard the horns of war blare on the north side of the camp.

He rushed to the sound when another horn was heard, in the west this time. "Bloody Hell Harry." A voice said near him. Harry looked over and saw Ron near him. "I think we are being ambushed. North or West?" He asked. Harry simply turned and started for the west side. What he saw made his stomach fall. Several thousand troops stood infront of the camp on the West side. As he drew his blade, the troops started to charge.

"Are they insane?" Hermione asked as she stepped up next to them. "The Dwarfs will cut them down before they even reach the top."

"That is if they are not immune to pain." Harry said, remembering the last group of men they had found that was like that. They had almost lost several men because of them. He glanced up to see Saphira tumble for the ground, her wing clearly broken. "By the black knight…" Harry exclaimed.

Ron saw it at the same time as Harry "They don't care about the men… The King wants the Dragon Rider." Harry nodded.

"Tell your Dragons to come." Harry said as he closed his eyes to touch the minds of the other riders. /It is time to show ourselves./ He said to them.

/What, the crumpled-horn snorlack was found?/ Came a voice. Harry snorted. Only Luna could answer like that.

/GODRIC!/ Harry mentally screamed. /Fly my friend. The last free Rider, that the land knows about is about to be captured./

As he spoke to Godic, Harry stepped forward. "Keep them at bay, I must speak to Nasuada. This is just a ruse to capture the Rider." He told the Dwarf Captain. With a turn, Harry apperated from the spot, causing the Dwarf's jaw to drop.

Harry reappeared next to the leader of the Varden with a soft crack. At his sudden appearance, several blades appeared at his neck.

"Ho..How did you do that Master Potter?" Nasuada asked.

"It is a magic trick of my kind." Harry said. "Do not allow those men to leave the Camp Nasuada. Keep Saphira safe. In fact…" Harry looked up to see that Saphira's rider had healed the wing but the blue dragon was still laboring to keep in the air. "All those that can share their energy with Eragon, should do so. The Red Dragon is too powerful for those two. But rest assured M'Lady, help is on the way." He said before he glanced up.

In the distance was a flock of birds. Harry smiled at Nasuada. "The light is always darkest before Dawn." He said before turning on the spot and disappearing from before them. He landed on the back of Godric. "Hello old friend. Once more in to the breach?" He said as he patted the side of the Dragon's neck. He glanced around and saw that the other wizards had appeared on their own Dragons, Luna flying next to him on his left side and Neville on his right.

On the ground, cries were heard as the group of Dragons neared the camp. "Dragons?" Could be heard. Nasuada placed her hand on her chest as she fell to the ground. "We are not alone anymore." She said, her head bowing slightly.

However in the distance, Murtagh had Eragon and Saphira subdued and held tight. "Come brother, the King wishes to speak with you."

However Thorn let out a loud cry, causing Murtagh to turn around and see the group of Dragons flying his way. "What is this trickery? There are no more dragon riders!" As he moved to mount his dragon, Murtagh took his blade and ran it along Saphira's wing, slicing it clean though to keep her from flying away and to stab Eragon though the foot to keep him in place.

As Thorn neared Harry and his group of Riders, Harry yelled "Red Rider, I have seen your pain, we can help you free yourself of the black king."

Murtagh shook his head. "It is too late for me Rider!" He said as Thorn let loose a bellow of flame at the group of Riders.

Harry pointed to Eragon and Saphira. Ron and Hermione dropped down to help the two and heal their wounds of they could. Harry raised his blade up. "Rider, by the command of the Council of Elders, you are ordered to land your Dragon and come peacefully."

To Harry's surprise, Galbatorix's voice came from the mouth of Murtagh. "Harry Potter…. After finding Oromis alive, all though for a rather short time, I should of expected you. I see you've managed to save some eggs even. Congratulations to you Master Rider. As I told Oromis, I was angry for a long time but now I've made peace with myself. Come Master Rider, let us break bread in person and we can talk about how you will place yourself under my command."

Harry shook his head. "As a friend of mine had said, Take my love, take my land, Burn the land and boil the sea, You can't take the sky from me. The only way I will break bread with you is when you're in your cell to atone for the crimes you have committed for the greater good." Harry gave a soft snort as he realized that Galbatorix and his old Headmaster had a lot in common, just one didn't kill to get it, or did he?

"So be it Harry Potter." Galbatorix said. "Then you can die like Oromis."

Harry moved his hands around him. "Gabby, you know, you are a coward. You were a coward before and now you're even more so. Sending another rider to act though. Come out here and face me yourself. Until then, just keep wining like the baby you are."

He said as he lifted his hand. He said the words send the stunning spell from his hand and into Murtagh's form. Harry looked at Thorn and hissed "On the hard brown earth Dragon, or as your rider is, so shall you be. You will fall on the hard brown earth at wing breaking speeds if you don't."

Thorn looked shocked to see this Human speaking to him in his language. Slowly the Red Dragon landed.

A/N Holy…I love but hate computers. I lost my outline and my inspiration for a long time on this. I hope to have it back. Thank you for the reviews, and there is a reason why Harry seemed weak when fighting Moldy….Harry at first saw him as below him and barely worth his time. He did pay for that arrogance. Also, regarding other issues some have with the fic, I write what I like to see so, that's what you get.