I got bored of the last story I've been working on, so I decided to mess around with this story, the story line just came to me so, here goes nothing. I'm looking for pairings, Eragon is meant to be with Arya, but I need someone for Harry. I want him to be with an existing character, but if worst come to worst then I'll make some elven chick.

By the way, I haven't planned anything so if there are a few holes in the plot then it's just me.

Summary: When Harry is attacked as a baby he is transported to another world and everyone believes he is dead. But a dark power is overwhelming the land and the people are in need of a hero, who will answer the call, Harry or Eragon.

Voldermort's POV

The one destined to bet him, the one with so much raw power.

And here I was, a sense of foreboding enveloping me as I pointed my wand at the boy's skull. Those emerald eyes stared evenly back at my red ones. "Such a pity, there was so much… Potential."

I muttered the two words, barely audible and a flash of green light the room.

This was wrong something was amiss.

I looked down at my wand and saw to my horror my hand wasting away, like many tiny flesh eating bugs were eating away at my hand, leaving my skeleton behind.

I screeched, an inhuman pitch filled the room as my soul was ripped away from my body.

The boy however, remained unharmed, not so much as a scratch on his cheek. He sat there still as a statue, apparently oblivious to the fact that he had just defeated the greatest power to ever walk the face of he earth. But his eyes were a different story, the pale Arvada Kedavra greed glowing faintly; the orbs were glittering with malice, taunting me almost wickedly.

There was a blinding flash and the boy disappeared, as if he had apperated and that was the last thing before I died. There was no darkness, just unending nothingness except the grip of fear that did not loosen its grip on my chest.

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A loud screaming filled the ears of those sitting round the table of the small farmhouse, a young man, about 35 stood up quickly and a young toddler hobbled across to the door. There lying on the doorstep in the snow was a baby, he must have been only one year old.

The man stepped out and craned his neck into the wind, peering though the sheets of snow to see a receding figure who abandoned the baby at hi doorstep. No one was about.

Could the man leave a baby to die at his doorstep? There was no real question in it.

The man crouched down and looked at the name hanging off his shirt, the man couldn't read well and it took him a minute to decipher the code. "Harry." He sad slowly, he was letting the word roll off his lounge. The name seemed to fit, so to complicated and not to simple.

The man saw the child's emerald eyes shine with recognition, but the baby did not gurgle, babble, squeal or cry, young Harry simply watched and waited. What he was waiting the man could not say, but when the man took Harry inside, he seemed satisfied and content

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It was many years after that day and Harry was no longer a baby. Part of the family he was, just like Eragon. Both boys were lean and muscled with a trace of baby fat still clinging to their cheeks. Although Eragon was slightly taller, Harry was quicker, as even matched as they were; Eragon bested Harry when it came to swords. Bows were a different matter. As both buys had a crack shot, they had taken to marching into the spine together, bringing back dears and small game. Life was rough in the spine, but Harry and Eragon were tougher. They were basically inseparable, both curious and strong.

It was a misty day in the spine the morning the event had occurred. Harry and Eragon had been tracking this dear for a couple of days now and they knew if they didn't take it down now they would be forced to abandon the hunt.

Eragon was crouched next to a tree on he edge of a small clearing, Harry slightly around behind the grazing dear. At Harry's nod Eragon pulled his arrow back until his sting was taught.

He closed on eye and took steady breaths, the dear looked up inquisitively, but the dear had yet to realise the danger he was in.

A large bang pierced the silence just as Eragon let go of the arrow; the dear had hit the legs and was now bounding over a log into the dense undergrowth, already beginning to be obscured by the dense fog rolling through the hills. Harry though was ready with his bow and before Eragon had notched another arrow, the dear was lying on the ground with Harry's arrow sticking out the back of its skull.

But the boys did not celebrate their victory, they were more concerned with the ring of fire, burning to ashes were the dear had stood grazing earlier, the smoke began to diffuse and equally as slowly and perhaps reluctantly the two hunters crept forward o investigate, both with a taught bow string, ready to fire at the slightest hint of danger.

In all their years in creping through the strange mountains of the spine, it never ceased to amaze them sometimes.

Harry went forward first.

There, sitting snuggly at the bottom of a small creator was two, highly polished stones. Nature could not have polished them to such perfection.

"It's all right." Said Harry loosening his arrow, "It's nothing."

Eragon came forward and looked at the rocks. "What do you think they are?"

"Gemstone's maybe? Magical rocks, or just painted rocks, who can tell?" Harry said with a shrug as he crouched down and stroked the side of one of the stones.

One stone was a dazzling bright blue while the other an equally spectacular purple.

Eragon picked up the blue stone carefully, it was lighter then it should be, it felt pretty strong though, still he treated it with caution.

Harry picked up the purple stone and slipped it into his backpack, "Well," Harry said, are you going to help me with the dear or what?"

Eragon gave his head a little shake and placed his stone into his backpack like Harry had. Although Eragon was stronger Harry refused to let him take more, he considered it an honour thing.

The trip back to Carvahall was slow and Harry and Eragon talked little. On the morning of the third day of their travels they finally reached Carvahall.

"Arhhhh. Hello Eragon, Harry." Horst greeted them almost as soon as they had entered the gates of Carvahall. "Good day hunting I trust?"

Eragon shrugged, "As good as they come I guess, we had a few strange occurrences though, but don't be alarmed, the danger has surly passed."

Horst chuckled, "Well what can you expect laddie? Running through the spine and all, most would call you crazy for even dreaming of that place."

"Anyway, the trip went well and ends well, that's all you can ask for." Harry said, "Well be seeing you Horst."

Horst gave then a small wave and they departed separate ways. "Do you thing we should sell the stones now?" Harry asked in a hushed tone. Although it was not necessary, they knew that if the people of the town knew they had a mysterious most likely magical object from the spine they would be forced to dispose of the possibly valuable stones, something they were not keen on.

"Just wait for the traders I say." Eragon answered.

The traders were set to arrive soon and they knew that it was their best bet on selling the stones, but the traders often gave unfair prices because the people in remote town such as Carvahall had no other option. Still, they would not be able to tell if they were getting ripped off by selling the stone in town because they didn't accentually know what the damn things were, let alone their worth.

The matter didn't worry them too much; they had managed to get a dear and three rabbits on their trip. They might have managed to take down a mountain goat but the weight would've been too much of a challenge.

Harry and Eragon trudged through the mud, pat the edge of the village and into the fields following a worn path. They walked slowly and impatiently, egger to get home and warm their aching feet in front of the fire for an hour or so before they went out to collect fore wood or what not.

It was not long before the thatched roof of the farmhouse came into view. Not bothering to knock Harry and Eragon went into the house with a large sigh. Garrow and Roran were indeed sitting in front of the fire when they entered and dropped their bags onto the floorboards, which creaked slightly under the load.

It was then Harry and Eragon realised the weight that they had been luging around. Their shoulders ached and their arms and legs felt like lead. Garrow and Roran smiled widely, "It's great to finally see you!" Roran said cheerfully. "And such great timing, just before the storm is setting in, Garrow recons in a few days the snow will blow in and it would've been horrible to be caught in that."

"Good to see you to, brother." Harry said as he embraced Roran. Technically they weren't even blood related, but Harry always thought of Roran as his brother.

"What did you manage to get?" Garrow said as he and Roran got up to allow Harry and Eragon to sit in the two good chairs. Garrow went to the little kitchen bench to get a pot of water. He came back and hung it over the fire, no doubt making tea.

"One nice fat dear, a doe I think. Three rabbits that we stubbled across and… oh yeah we found some stones that might be worth something, we where planning on selling them when the traders come here." Eragon explained as he unlaced his boots.

"Well it's more like they found us, the stones I mean." Harry said with a yawn.

Roran looked at them questioningly but didn't ask; probably planning to question them later when they were well rested.

"Well the traders won't be here for a while yet, word from Therinsford is they are late, wether the ice has hit the south early we don't know, but the traders are set to come in 5 days at the least, if at all." Garrow explained, "And what did you mean by the 'stones found you'?"

Eragon recounted the story of how the story of how the stones had appeared. They knew little about magic; no one in Carvahall had studied the art as far as they knew. They were told it was dangerous and to treat those who used it with extreme caution.

"A queer story." Roran said as he allowed Garrow to pore him some tea.

"Indeed." Harry said. "But the spine is always full of surprises, you are to expect the unexpected if you chose to enter." Eragon nodded in agreement, Garrow and Roran did not completely understand though, perhaps you had to enter the spine to truly understand.

They spoke little more on the matter and the only sound that filled the small room was the crackle of the fire and the sipping of tea.

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Garrow was right about the snow setting in. Not three days later had a blizzard hit the town of Carvahall. Only the foolish or the desperate attempted to brave the storm. It was more of a risk of losing your sense of direction then the cold. The snow was falling so thickly that you could see nothing more than 5 meters ahead of you.

Eragon and harry were sitting as close to the fire as possible. Roran and Garrow were a way back, wrapped in a thick blanket and chattering as they sipped a cup of tea.

Night was falling quickly and Harry and Eragon were forced to run and collect so firewood from the shed, if they ran out of wood in the night, they would loose their light and heat, meaning they would probably die.

Garrow brought some extra blankets out and passed them around. No body objected. With little to do Garrow and Roran had gone to sleep early and Eragon was in charge of keeping the fire going for a while. Harry stayed with him for company.

That night was hard; they took turns in who was in charge of the fire, the cold still chilled their bones and prevented them from a seep sleep.

The blizzard relented at 6.24 the next morning and there was no chance of farming until the snow melted, luckily they had managed to harvest the entire crop because Garrow was sure the snow would hit soon.

They were eager to get out of the house so the four of them pulled on their thick winter cloths and went out into the snow. It took them 20 minutes to dig the snow away from the door so they could leave. The powder was easily a meter and a half thick so walking was slow. They took turns on who was in front as it was the most laborious.

The trip to Carvahall took them at least three times longer than usual and when the party arrived they saw to their astonishment a load of caravans.

"They must've arrived before the snow had hit, yesterday afternoon perhaps." Harry mused.

Eragon looked over at the inn. "Look." He exclaimed, "The traders are coming out of the inn! They must've gone in because of the cold."

"Well," Garrow said, "There is no point in going back for the cart, I doubt we would be able to get through the snow anyway."

Roran left to go find Katrina and Garrow went to find a jeweller who would be able to inspect the stones tomorrow.

Harry and Eragon were left to their own devices, with a bit of spear coin for some mead.

In the tavern they met many of he traders. The man behind the bar came and served them while giving some loud mouth traders dirty looks. "What's with them?" Eragon inquired, jerking his head toward the traders troubling the barman as he came back with the drinks.

Lowering his voice and speaking in a hushed and angry tone he explained, "Bloody traders from the south is what is troubling lads, running around like the kings lap dogs. That trader was explaining how the ever glorious king was doing everything he could about the Urgal attacks, Bull I say! He has not given a shaving of gold to help us up in the north!"

"Urgals!" Harry exclaimed.

The barman nodded gravely, "That was why they were delayed, they say they were raided down near Yazuac and Utgard. They say that because of the attacks they can't afford to buy our produce at fair prices, they are richer than most in these parts I say."

The barman's frustration was reasonable, the people living in Carvahall had it tough, even tougher when they couldn't afford enough wheat because some rich trader knew that they had no option but to sell him your good produce for a bad price.

Eragon gave the loud mouth trader a dirty look.

They traders were usually jaunty and jubilant, but in seemed bad weather and the Urgal attacks had dampened their spirits, even the jester that rode with the traders every year seemed disheartened.

Harry and Eragon had half a mind to go and tell the traders to shut their big mouths but thought better of it. The two boys might be stronger than most, but they were weapon less and the traders were fully grown drunken men who would lash out if provoked.

The two boys left the tavern slightly tipsy and mad they're way back along the road, occasionally stopping to talk to a trader.

On the path back they decided to clear as much snow off the track as possible by piling it on the side of the road, it was especially tough work and by three hours they had only just began to pass half way.

"I can't go on, let's… *puff*… just wait here… *puff *… for a while…" Harry said.

"Agreed." Eragon said as he collapsed into the powder.

"And what do you think your doing?" Came the voice of Roran as his head came into view. "Slacking off on the job!"

"Roran!" Harry and Eragon exclaimed, "You've been her all this time and have not bothered to help!"

Roran shock his head, "Nah I just arrived, I must say you've done a great job, I didn't think we would be able to clear the snow the next day."

"Well with one extra man we might be able to finish this before winter ends!" Harry exclaimed and he stuck out his hand to Roran could haul him up. Once Harry had helped Eragon up and began working, their pace seemed to double and they developed an efficient system on clearing to snow.

There was no longer silence; Roran was always one to crack a few jokes.

When they finally arrived back at the farmhouse they had all felt as though they had just scaled Utgard in less than 5 seconds.

The sun had just begun to disappear over the horizon when Garrow finally arrived. "You did well in clearing the road." He observed, "I began to fear I would not reach home until after nightfall until I saw you had cleared a way for the cart tomorrow."

"Should we stay awake to light the fire? I fear another snow storm." Harry said.

Garrow shook his head, "Just get some spare logs and get some hot coal alight then retire to bed, if it does indeed snow again, the cold will wake us and we will be able to light the fire."

"Why don't you light the fire?" Roran said, his eyes slightly narrowing. "We cleared the path after all.

Garrow laughed, "And trust you three with the cooking of the soup? Over my dead body!"

That night was cold, thy did not have the fire for warmth but at least it was not snowing, perhaps the sky had dropped all it could upon them and it would be some time before it snowed again. They could hope.

The next day they rose early and had a light breakfast before they set off. They planned to reach Carvahall well before midday so they could avoid the crowd, which usually flock to the traders markets a lunchtime.

"While we were in town the other day and you two were getting drunk at the tavern I found a man who will inspect the strange gemstones. The man was not very superstitious so he had not quarries when I told him where we had found it. He agreed to met us before lunch, so before you wander off, come with me to his tent."

Harry and Eragon nodded, both eager to rid themselves with the burden of the stones and perhaps get a lot of coin in the process.

They arrived in Carvahall and they tied the cart just outside of town. Reaching into the back, Garrow revealed three small bags of gold and handed one to each boy who held it as though in awe. Rarely were they able to hold money and truly call it theirs.

Harry and Eragon helped Garrow sell the produce; they're slightly for extra muscle as they bargained with the traders. Slowly but surely they relented allowing Garrow to get a good price for their crop and grain. They had done better than most.

The company weaved through the crowd once more right to the edge of the traders markets and came to a tent with a small stall outside displaying jewels and gold bracelets. "God, I can't imagine anyone being able to afford that!" Harry said as he pointed to the necklace, which had a fantastic emerald surrounded buy gold hanging from a perfectly crafted golden and silver chain.

The man behind the stall heard. "Not in these parts no." Agreed the man, "It's mostly to show off or craftsmanship. I fine piece of work even by my standards."

"You're the Jeweller?" Eragon asked.

He nodded and looked at them, "Looking to buy a ring for a lucky someone are you? I might interest you in this lovely silver ring, perfectly weighted, fine for a young lady." He gestured to the ring.

"We are here to sell." Harry said quickly.

"Are, you are the boys who found it?" He asked.

"Yes." Said Garrow coming over after looking at a bread store, "But I remind you, it's not wise to speak of such things with prying ears about."

The man nodded and gestured for the three to follow him. The man went behind the stall and into the back tent; he spoke with a girl, his daughter perhaps, and told he to mind the stall for a few moments. She did, though somewhat reluctantly and left them in private in the tents. "Seat yourselves, I'll be with you in a moment." He disappeared for a moment, then reappeared from outside again with a piece of paper, a quill, an inkpot and a box. He lay them down on the table and began to talk, as he set up the scales and weights in a neat order.

"My name is Merlock, my work is the finest, and the finest only, I am among the best you can find and my work is often renowned for it's perfection. If you have something valuable, chances are I taught the man who crafted it, or made it myself. I used to forge the jewellery for those in the high court, but love brought me to the traders markets. I have never looked back. Although magical items are not my, err… favourite things to buy, I can usually price the object for you. Rarely has someone brought forward a gemstone or ring that I have not been able to identify." He had finished with the scales, "Well," said Merlock with an air of inpatients, "show me the stones."

Eragon and Harry removed the stones from their pouches and placed them on the table. "Only two?" The man said in confusion.

"Yes." Harry said, "Why do you ask."

"Specialty items are usually in a set of 1, 3 or 5, sometimes 6. Two is just an… odd number to chose. Weather one is missing or has been destroyed means that these stones might not be as valuable as they are an incomplete set." Merlock explained.

He picked up the blue stone and weighed it, recorded its dimensions as well as some notes on the descriptions of the stones. He got a small chisel and tapped it carefully in various places. After he sat back looking thoughtful.

"It has obvious beauty, whoever took the time to polish it must've had extreme skill and patients because this material is harder than diamond, it is hollow and although it is pleasing to the eye, I doubt many people will buy." Merlock said.

Eragon and Harry hunched their shoulders. "The price?" they said hopefully.

"50 crown, each." Merlock said.

"What!" they said outraged, "It must be worth 10 times as much!"

"Look at it this way, buyers like things you can wear, things in a set and they like to know who it was crafted by. You can't where this, it is missing part of the set and you found it in the spine, and with attacks of Urgals and shades who are notoriously from the spine this is becoming an undesirable item, a foolish man might buy it for it's beauty but a wise man will not spend half a crown on it."

"Thank you for your time Merlock." Garrow said, "But I believe we will keep the item, perhaps a foolish person will buy it off us, and hopefully for a better price then yours."

Merlock nodded, "As much as I admire your stones I will not risk buying an item that I may not be able to sell, it will be a burden and may bring me misfortune."

Although Harry and Eragon were unhappy they were unable to sell the stones, they did not waste the day and decided instead to get into the spirit of the occasion. The two got into the spirit of the occasion and drank their worries away and ate till their bellies were full that night.

A/N

I had fun writing this I must say, read and review please! A little different from the canon with Merlock, but I wrote what came to me.

Next chapter, 'It's an Egg!'