So...um...HI!

I'm a new writer at FanFiction and this is my first fanfic. It's a mix between two of my favorite books, Inheritance Cycle and Harry Potter. I would've uploaded it to the Inheritance Cycle/Harry Potter crossovers, but, you know, nobody checks those out.

So, you'll hear from me at the end of the chapter again and until then...

Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Inheritance Cycle or Harry Potter. They belong to Christopher Paolini and J.K. Rowling respectively.

INHERITANCE CYCLE/HARRY POTTER

Summary: During one of their flights, Eragon and Saphira are thrown into an unknown world of wizards and witches. They meet a boy that goes by the name of Harry Potter and befriend him. But when they find themselves in the middle of another war despite that they just finished one, will they fight or will they flee?

Set after the Inheritance and during Harry Potter and the Order of Phoenix.

CHAPTER ONE: The Beginning of It All

It is better to lead from behind and to put others in front, especially when you celebrate victory when nice things occur. You take the front line when there is danger. Then people will appreciate your leadership.

-Nelson Mandela

The cool morning breeze swept through Eragon's hair, tousling it, but also soothing his nerves. He hadn't had a lot of time to spend flying with Saphira. He had thrown himself into training after they left Alagaësia and the Eldunarya weren't going easy on him and Saphira often had to fly great lengths away from Talita to find herself some food. They were both often too busy to spend some quality time together. This was one of the rare moments they had time to do it. After spending so much time on rocking deck of the elven Ship it felt immensely great to Eragon to be back on Saphira's back, flying through clouds and performing various types of stunts. Saphira did a triple loop and together they bellowed their happiness. Then she evened herself and slowly glided on the air drafts.

You're tired, she observed quietly.

Tired from what? The endless water or training? he asked bitterly.

Both.

He was tired. He was physically tired from all the training he had been through, as no one was going easy on him, not the Eldunarya, not himself. It was the only distraction that forced him to stop thinking about his friends and family, about her, he left behind. But he was also tired from the water they had sailed over for months. They had found a couple of islands, but they were both far too small to build the new home of the Dragon Riders on them. So they sailed forward and it has been a month since they left the last one. The river became wider and wider as they sailed east and even from Saphira's back and with his keen sight he had trouble seeing the river banks.

But you're mentally tired as well, continued Saphira. You're being too hard on yourself. I can feel your aching muscles every night when you go to sleep and how exhausted you are. But what's worse, you sleep only for a few hours before you wake up and start training again despite how fatigued you are. Some elves see a strong leader in that, but Blödhgarm, Yaela, a couple of other elves, Umaroth, Glaedr, Valdr and I are worried about you. You'll kill yourself if you don't stop. Please, little one, stop.

By the time she finished, her voice was pleading. He sighed.

If I don't train, I start to think about... things I don't want to think about.

And despite his trying to prevent it, an image of an emerald-eyed elf-maiden flashed across his mind.

Little one, Saphira's soothing voice and mind swept through his head, chasing his gloomy thoughts away. Don't think like that. Think of the good times we had with them, when you and Arya got drunk or how beautiful Roran and Katrina's wedding was.

I do! But my thoughts always return to the moment we left, how Roran screamed, how Fírnen carried Arya away, how Murtagh and Thorn left too...

Remember what I once told you? To live only in the present, remember the past and not fear about the future?

Yes.

You have to do that. For the time being, we're destined to be apart from them, but I have utmost faith that we'll meet again. After all, we'll live for the whole eternity.

Yeah, but... don't you remember, Saphira? I am not to return to Alagaësia according to the prophecy.

Bah! she snorted indignantly. I will not let something as foolish as prophecy define my life and tell me what I can and cannot do! Besides, she added more softly. Angela also foretold that you'll fall in love with a noble woman and you'll have an epic romance. The way I see it, that woman of noble birth is Arya and what you two had was far from epic romance.

Thanks, Saphira, he sarcastically answered.

That's not what I meant and you know it! she snapped back at him. She instantly regretted it. Sorry, I didn't mean to get angry. What I meant, Eragon, was that what you two had, no, what you have, is special. Neither of you will forget that in the near future. What happened wasn't the end of you two. No, it was barely the beginning. You shall meet again and when you do, her voice turned mischievous. I will make sure that you will be locked in the same room until you resolve your problems.

He smiled despite himself, for the first time in weeks. It felt odd to tighten his facial muscles in the way he did.

I mean it, Eragon! I will block the door myself! she threatened, though there was a tint of humor in her voice.

He couldn't help but laugh this time. He felt relieved, carefree and happy, as though a great weight was lifted from his shoulders.

"Thank you, Saphira," he said out loud. "You just made my day."

Anytime, little one, anytime.

They flew on for a few minutes more, before Saphira spoke again.

But that's not the only thing weighing down on you.

No.

What is it? Come on, you can tell me.

I'm seventeen.

I know that. Surely it's not a problem?

I'm seventeen and I am the Leader of the Dragon Riders. I carry the burden that was usually carried by men or women centuries old. How can I live up to them?

Eragon, she gently said, but her undertone told him she was somewhat annoyed with him. You have already surpassed them.

I have? he asked, bemused.

Yes, you fool, she answered, this time not bothering to cover up her annoyance. By killing Galbatorix, you have shown that you're more than worthy of the title of a Dragon Rider and your actions after that proved you can and you deserve to be the Leader of the Dragon Riders. By including Urgals and dwarves into the Dragon-Rider pact, you have established a balance between all the races of Alagaësia, that has never been known before. You could just finish the war and then leave. But you care for the others and you built the foundations for new future, and a better one, that is. For you didn't just rid Alagaësia of Galbatorix, you saved Alagaësia. Even if some individuals don't see it, it is for their best, and they shall see it in time.

And yet again, my dearest Saphira, you bring me out of my misery, he said as he let his gratefulness and love for his other half wash over her. Elrun ono, hjarta iet.

You don't have to thank me, little one. We are one and we shall always be one. We help each other. That is what we do.

He leaned forward, pressing his tired body against Saphira's neck and closed his eyes. Before he knew it, he was already sleeping.

He woke up what seemed like mere minutes later, by Saphira's urgent voice.

Eragon! Her voice, like usually, had a strong tone, but he could tell she was panicking without even having to search through her mind.

And when he looked around, he knew exactly why.

"No," he breathed out.

Around them, everything had darkened. The once cloudless light blue sky was covered with dark grey clouds, everything and all of it. If it was still a day, the sunlight was blocked by the clouds. It was only their keen eyesight that allowed them to somehow see what was around them. But the problem was there was nothing to see.

Saphira, what's going on? he asked, desperately looking around for some kind of escape, or at least something to indicate him what was going on.

I don't know! she answered, panic taking control over her voice. We were flying and everything was fine! But suddenly, everything has just become like this!

The wind started blowing and Saphira was tossed around as if she was nothing more but a mere piece of trash. She was desperately flapping her wings, trying to gain control of the situation, but that fight was long lost and they both knew it. As they were tossed around, both of them failed to notice that with every jerk they experienced the knots holding Eragon in place were becoming looser and looser. And once they did notice, it was too late. With one of the thrust, the knots loosened completely and he flew through the air with a yell of surprise.

Eragon! Saphira's voice was filled with pure terror, but it sounded so far away as he fell through the air, his arms swinging as though trying to grab something.

He turned his head to look down, to see how deep he'll fall. But to his utter surprise, in complete contrast to the clouds around him, under him light shined. It was so bright white he had to look away from it. As he did so, he remembered he and Saphira weren't alone. They had about thirty elves with them and thousands of Eldunarya. They could help. He let defenses around his mind down completely, for the first time in years. Anyone could had taken possession of his mind at that moment, but he didn't care. All he cared about right there and then was getting him and his dear Saphira out of whatever-they-have-found-themselves-in.

HELP!

He knew they had heard him; his mental cry for help was too strong to miss even by weakest of magicians. But what he wasn't sure about was if they could help them. Everything was happening way too fast for the elves and the Eldunarya to react in time. He glanced down again. He was sure now. There wasn't a chance that they could get saved from whatever was throwing them around. He looked back at Saphira. Their eyes locked together, deep chocolate brown meeting intense sapphire blue, and at that moment a silent understanding passed between them, without words or even emotions exchanged. Saphira flapped her wings one last time, pushing herself down, towards her Rider. Eragon raised his arm, stretching it out and his palm touched Saphira's snout. It was warm and hard and scaly, but at that moment he didn't want to feel anything else.

They had touched the light. Eragon screamed and Saphira roared as first it felt like they were thrown in fire and it burned. Then it felt like they landed in an ice cold water that pierced through their skin deeper and deeper into them. Next, came the feeling of being stabbed by thousands of knives at once, puncturing through every inch of their bodies. It went on and on like that and they never stopped roaring in pain. Suddenly, there was a flash of white light, as if a lightning struck.

And then...

darkness.

So, what did you think? Did you like it?

Feel free to leave a review, especially if you've got something good to say. And I don't mind constructive criticism, either.

Oh, and, the images I put for the cover image aren't mine. I just mashed them up. The one of Eragon and Saphira belongs to ElizaLento from DeviantArt and the one of Harry belongs to HitoFanart, also from DevinatArt.

Anyway... until next time...

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