A/N: For Fate has Other Plans fans, I have not left it. Just been having some writers block on it at the moment. I've had this idea in my head since book 3 came out for inheritance cycle and I cannot get rid of it. Right now I am looking at about 13 chapters for this small fic, probably between 30K and 50K words. It might be more as I write. Thanks for the read. Please Review!

A/N2: This starts during Book 5, After Snape's Worst Memory. The Eragon part starts prior to the Fall of the Riders.

Chapter 1: Ways of old

"You will not repeat what you saw to anybody!" Snape bellowed.

"No," said Harry, getting to his feet as far from Snape as he could. "No, of course I w –"

"Get out, get out, I don't want to see you in this office ever again!"

And as Harry hurtled to the door, a jar of dead cockroaches exploded over his head. He wrenched the door open and flew away, up the corridor, stopping only when he had put t here floors between himself and Snape. There he leaned against the wall, panting, and rubbing his bruised arm.

He had no desire at all to return to Gryffindor Tower so early, not to tell Ron and Hermione what he had just seen. What was making Harry feel so horrified and unhappy was not being shouted a or having jars thrown at him – it was because he knew how it felt to be humiliated in the middle of a circle of onlookers, knew how exactly Snape had felt as his father taunted him, and that judging from what he had just seen, his father had been every bit as arrogant as Snape had always told him (1)

Harry took a deep breath as he turned, walking from the spot where he caught his breath. He let his feet move of their own will it would seem, but Hogwarts was guiding the young wizard. Before long he found himself in front of a door he had never seen before. He frowned as he looked around, pulling the Marauders Map out of his pocket.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

He stated. He waited for the map to form before looking for his dot. He found it on the bottom level of the castle. He saw that there was a door marked but there was nothing in the room, it was as if it was a void. He reached out to the door to touch it, thinking that his Father never had the time to enter. He blinked a few times the door opened of its own accord. He heard a deep voice

"Enter young Rider. You have been found worthy to enter the halls of the Eldunarí." The voice commanded.

Harry found himself entering the large chamber. Along the left and right walls where shelves of jewels, of many color, behind him were large stones, or at least what looked like stones. In front of him was an obelisk. It seemed to be glowing as the voice spoke once more.

"Look behind you Rider. Your magic will guide you to the egg that has found you worthy." The voice demanded.

Harry frowned as he looked and realized that the door had closed upon him and he did not see where it had been. He took a deep breath and thought that maybe this might be just a secret of the castle. He let his eyes move over the stones, before being drawn to a dark green stone, one that was the same color as his own eyes. As he reached for it, he felt something on his waist, a weight that was not there before, however he could not seem to stop himself from picking up the green stone. As soon as he felt his fingers wrap around the stone, it seemed to shiver. He almost dropped it as a crack started to form.

"Now young rider, it is time for your training." The deep voice commanded.

There was a flash of blue light that flashed from the obelisk that engulfed the young Potter heir. In the headmaster's office, the sorting hat declared "It has begun. The riders have returned." The flash of the blue light seemed to of engulfed all of the school, inside Gryffindor Tower, a bushy haired girl and a redheaded young man looked up as the flash of blue shot by the window. They frowned but thought nothing of the matter, at least not at the time, unspoken between them that it was the Twins that caused the flash to make a mess for the headmistress.

Harry found himself in a field. He blinked a few times as there seemed to be a soft glow around him. He looked at the stone and gasped as a green dragon was sitting in the middle of it. It reached out with its snout and pressed its nose into Harry's palm. He gasped as the gedwëy ignasia formed on his right hand. He blinked as he looked into the Dragon's eyes. This was nothing like Hagrid and when Norbert hatched. He looked back down to his right palm and saw a silvery, oval shaped mark in his palm.

"Hello my Rider." He heard a deep voice growl.

Harry glanced around, blinking a few times before looking at the dragon. "Did you speak to me?!" He asked

"Of course Rider." The Dragon growled.

Harry looked very shocked. "I did not know that Dragons could speak!" He gasped out.

The dragon looked at Harry and almost seemed to laugh "Only the Dragons of the Riders could speak, and often only spoke to their own riders."

Harry frowned "Dragon Rider?" He asked.

The Dragon nodded before explaining about the riders. Almost two hours passed before Harry understood what had happened, to a point. "Well, how we got here, I do not understand, and you have not explained yet." He said

The Dragon shook his head "That is not my place Harry." He stated.

Harry frowned before looking at his Dragon. "Well I cannot keep calling you dragon can I?" He asked. He stood up, starting to pace as he thought. He let his hands slide to his waist. He looked down as his hand hit the hilt of the blade that had appeared. He pulled it slightly before blowing his breath out of his mouth. The sword of Gryffindor was in his hands. He looked at the young male Dragon and smiled. "How about Godric?" He asked the Dragon.

The Dragon seemed to be pleased with that. "Very well." He said, shifting slightly, almost as if he was throwing his chest out.

"Welcome to Ellesméra, the capital of Du Weldenvarden." A voice behind Harry said.

The young wizard snapped around to look at the person that was behind him. He let his eyes fall over the silver haired man and the large golden Dragon next to him. Both of the Dragon's front legs where whole. His wand was in his hand before he had finished moving to look at the new person. He slowly lowered the wand before asking "Who are you?"

"I am Oromis and this is Glaedr." He said. "I see Godric has sent another student. It has been a good many years since the last student was sent here from Hogwarts." Oromis frowned slightly as he thought "Perhaps it was not Godric, it has been far too long for a human to live. Almost a thousand of your years."

Harry stepped forward, nodding slightly "I am Harry Potter. I am from Hogwarts, from his house. However, I am not sure how I got here and even what is going on. Godric here has explained a few things to me, and what I should expect however, nothing of this."

"In time Harry, it will be explained to you. However there is much about your training that you will need to understand before that happens." The Dragon rider stated. "Come with me Harry and Godric. We will take you to your lodging that you will stay at during your training." He stated before walking from the obelisk and field that Harry was transported to.

Harry picked up his dragon and followed the Dragon Rider Elder, still confused, but his Dragon said that he trusted the other Rider and that it was the right thing to do to follow Oromis. Perhaps these Dragon Riders could teach Harry what he needed to know to survive Voldemort.

As the four of them walked, they passed two young humans sparing. He heard "Is that the best you got Brom?!" the man with sandy blonde taunted of the brown haired man.

"Morzan you can take Zar'roc and shove it." Brom snapped off as they spared. Harry shook his head slightly as the two swords men spared.

(1)From Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix, Pages 649 and 650