A/N: Sorry! I know it's been forever and a day since my last update on this one. Please forgive? Maybe?

Disclaimer: This is meant for non-profit entertainment. As such, please know that any recognizable characters do not belong to me. They belong to Chistopher Paolini or J.K. Rowlings. Also, this will eventually contain male/male content, aka yaoi. If you do not like, I suggest you stop reading before you get too invested.

Enjoy!

Chapter 3

Eragon and Saphira followed Glaedr's instructions to the farthest corners of the vault. Some older Eldunari whispered greetings to the trio as they past. Finally, after what felt like hours of traveling, they arrived at a door.

I don't remember this being here last time. Eragon commented.

Neither do I. Glaedr-elda, what's going on? Saphira wondered.

Glaedr didn't answer. He silently pleaded for them to open the massive door. Eragon pushed it open with a creak. The door sounded as though it hadn't been used in several hundred years. Which could have very easily been the case, Eragon realized. The lit corridor shown into the room that the door had revealed.

There was at least a dozen or more eggs lining the wall. Eragon grinned. More eggs were always a good thing. His grin faltered.

Why now? Why couldn't we find them when we were here last time? He posed the question to both of his companions before noticing Glaedr's distance.

The Inner Sanctum… It does exist… Glaedr finally came out of his trance. We had been told of it. But I have never known of it to open. It's supposed to open when we really need it. This is an omen. I'm unsure whether to call it good or bad.

Eragon couldn't help but to wonder, again, why now? Glaedr agreed with him silently. They tensed when a large crack resounded the room.

Saphira gasped. Look. On that wall. Another door is appearing. Cracks had outlined another place on the wall, the shape indicative of a stone door. Eragon drew his sword and walked over to the wall cautiously. He felt along the wall where the door would be and found a handle. Holding his sword at the ready, he opened the door.

He dropped his in sword in shock as he came face to face with his green-eyed dream… pointing a stick in his face.

They had all jumped when they heard noises coming from somewhere nearby. At first they whispered about it, but Harry hushed them when the noises were closer. He could make out the sounds of a large creature drawer near, with a smaller, two-legged companion.

"Get behind me." Harry said softly. Despite the war having been over for just over three years, after living in it for so long, Harry felt like a tensed coil ready to spring. He was right back into protection and survival mode. The others started to argue, but he hushed them with a growl. He pulled out his wand.

He crept over to the door and slowly pushed with one hand. The door swung easily under his hand, and without thinking, Harry had his wand pointed at the newcomer's nose.

He froze, look of shocked mirrored back to him on a face he had never seen in real life until then.

"It's you..." Eragon breathed.

"You're real..." Harry said slowly as he lowered his wand carefully.

"Am I missing something?" Draco asked Fred. Fred just shrugged in return.

"Am I the only one that sees the dragon?" Sirius said exasperatedly.

"She won't hurt you. Unless provoked. I'm her Rider." Eragon said without looking away from Harry.

"Her what?" Harry asked confused as he peeked past Eragon to see Saphira.

"He said Rider. I've heard of Dragon Tamers and Dragon Handlers, because of Charlie, but never a Rider." Fred said thoughtfully. Saphira snorted a plume of smoke at the thought of being tamed or handled. Eragon smiled a bit at her thoughts.

He finally pulled himself from his and her thoughts, and addressed the group.

"My name is Eragon. This is my dragon, Saphira."

"I'm Harry. This," he gestured towards them each in turn, "is Draco Malfoy, Fred Weasley, and my godfather, Sirius Black."

"So where are we?" Sirius asked with a smile.

Eragon frowned. "Alaglesia… Where are you from? I've not seen anyone like you." He stepped aside so that they could go past him into the Inner Sanctum.

"London." Sirius remarked. He stopped before Saphira and started at her from a moment. "You are much different to the dragons back home." She stared at him easily.

Sirius bowed, "It is a pleasure to meet you, madam. Please, don't eat us."

Saphira chuckled, allowing her consciousness to touch all of them. I like this one. He's amusing.

Harry grinned before turning back to Eragon. "It's amazing to finally meet you both." He nodded towards Saphira as well.

Eragon smiled as well. "The pleasure is mine We've got a long way to get back out, we should get going." Harry almost agreed.

Until he looked around, and gasped. "Oh, dragon eggs…" Harry walked around the room. Looking at each egg passing his hands over by a few inches.

Then one truly grabbed his attention. It was a dark deep royal purple, with lavender streaks like cracks through it. This one he set his hand fully on. Feeling the life teeming under the stone-like shell. He glanced over and found the others in much the same way. Sirius was petting an egg that was the color of Harry's hair, a deep blue black, with a look of wonder on his face. George was cradling a dark rusty red egg with copper and pale yellow streaks crisscrossing thinly around it. Harry met Draco's eyes. Draco had his hand on a blue silver egg.

A new voice, at least to the four new comers, interrupted their silence.

Worry not. We mean to take them with us. Glaedr told them somberly. All of them. And if what you feel may be an indication that we will have four new Riders in our midst.

"That was Glaedr-elda." Eragon provided when a they looked around for the source of the voice. "He was one of my teacher. A great dragon. But they passed, in battle. He became an Eldunari." Eragon touched a pouch on Saphira's saddle, his voice filled with sorrow. "Eldunari are dragon hearts. When their bodies die, their consciousness, their souls, continue to live in their hearts."

The small group took the new information in silently. They then carefully helped pack up the other eggs, each of the soon-to-be riders choosing to remain holding the eggs they were drawn to. Eragon gave them each a special bag they could carry their eggs in, with straps that hung from their shoulders across to their opposite hips.

After they were all packed up, they made their way out of the large cave area. When they got out into the open, Saphira stretched her wings out and purred. Harry looked behind him at the opening of the area.

"This isn't a normal cave, is it?" He asked Eragon.

Eragon looked behind them, "It's not a cave at all. This is the Vault of Souls."

He turned to the rest of the group, "We have a long flight ahead of us. With many stops. Shall we start out?"

"Flight? Without our broomsticks?" Draco asked. Saphira turned her head towards him, blinking one large eye.

Why do you need a broomstick? She asked him.

Draco blinked. And looked at her for a moment, before it dawned on him what they were to do.

"Oh."