To Train A Bad-Ass
By Stargatesg1fan1 Disclaimer: I own nothing of any recognized characters or universes within.
Women Bonded to Harry Potter in This Story
Ros is Played by Esme Bianco Leaf is Played by Kae Alexander Ygritte is Played by Rose Leslie Missandei is Played by Nathalie Emmanuel Daenerys 'Daeny' Targaryen is Played by Emilia Clarke Melisandre is played by Catrice Van Houten
Margaery Tyrell is played by Natalie Dormer Sansa Stark is played by Sophie Turner Tyene Sand is played by Rosabell Laurenti Sellers Myrcella Baratheon Lannister is played by Nell Tiger Free Cersei Lannister is played by Lena Heady
Arya Svit Kona is played by Sienna Guillory
Chapter 27
Hogwarts
Hermione Granger couldn't sleep. Her mind was just too active with thoughts about a certain raven haired wizard. Thoughts of her best friend had been taking up more of her time of late. She was worried about the Triwizard Tournament and how he would fair in it. She was also worried about changes she had noticed in him. And lastly she was worried about her changing feelings for him. It was around 2 AM when she gave up on sleep and decided to come down to the common room and do a bit of pleasure reading. She came down to the common room with a book in hand, a blank, and the intent to curl up before the fire. She was very surprised to find Harry sitting there staring silently into the fire. He didn't seem to notice her.
"Harry," Hermione said with surprise. "What are you doing up?"
Harry looked at Hermione with momentary surprise. She shuddered when his gaze swept over her. Something was different about him from even the last time she had seen him only a few hours before. His eyes looked older, wiser, and more powerful. He had always been a powerful wizard. But lately his power seemed to be growing in leaps and bounds every time she saw him.
"I don't sleep a lot these days. I don't need a lot of sleep," Harry said as he patted the love seat next to him indicating for her to sit down. "What about you?"
"I couldn't sleep either," Hermione said as she sat down next to him and leaned against him.
It was an action they had done before occasionally. But this time it felt different. The moment she came into contact with him a thrill rushed through her. She could feel his magic at the surface of his skin. It was like she was standing too close to a hot flame. It wasn't painful. The sensation left her feeling no longer tired.
"Anything in particular on your mind?" Harry asked. Hermione bit her lip wondering how honest she should be with him.
"Worrying about the tournament and you," Hermione said. "You seem so different lately. You seem calmer. Yet you also seem different. It's hard to put my finger on."
Harry had come back to Hogwarts in the middle of the night when everyone was sleeping because he had done his best thinking here. Things were going good with Arya. Yet he hadn't planned to come back to Hogwarts full time until after the situation with Galbatorix was resolved and his relationship with Arya was fully realized. Still, things with Arya were progressing nicely and they had established a physical relationship even if the build-up to a fully physical relationship was progressing slowly. He could give Hermione something.
"In my efforts to find something to help me with the Tournament I found a way that could help me. It's a magic I doubt anyone has ever heard of," Harry said. "I cannot say much more at this time. I feel I may be able to say more in the future. I will say this. Time is such an interesting thing."
Hermione's eyes widened in realization. She was no dummy. She realized why Harry was changing so rapidly before her eyes. Time magic was involved. This Harry had likely experienced far more time than she had since he started changing.
"I...I understand," Hermione said. "Are you being careful?"
"Training to face evil isn't always safe. But I am being careful. So much has happened. I've experienced so much life," Harry said.
"How much life?" Hermione found herself asking.
His eyes met hers and she saw it there then. He had experienced years. Literal years had passed for him. She found herself wondering if he had experienced that. Had Harry experienced that which she found herself dreaming more and more about experiencing with him these days.
"Yes," Harry whispered as if reading her thoughts. "Many times in many circumstances. But it has never made me stop craving the experience with you."
How had Harry gotten closer. It seemed as if suddenly his lips were just inches from hers. Then their lips were meeting.
"Oh Merlin! Harry is kissing me!" Hermione screamed mentally.
Then all words left her mind as his lips moved against hers. The kiss was so good. Magic seemed to flow between their flesh. Then the kiss ended and Hermione found herself gasping for air.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself," Harry said.
"Don't be sorry. Don't help yourself some more," Hermione said before she leaned in and kissed him again.
Their second kiss turned into a bit of heated snogging before the fire. Some time later, Hermione found herself thoroughly aroused laying against Harry on the love seat. She had noticed him having to adjust a certain part of his anatomy she found very interesting. It made Hermione blush to think she could get him that aroused. His hands had roamed a little on her body and had felt so good upon her. Harry was the one to break it off. Her insecurities began to come to the forefront.
"Does he not want me? Am I not good enough compared to these other women he has obviously been with?" Hermione asked herself.
As if sensing her thoughts Harry turned his head and fixed Hermione with an intense look that made her already soaked knickers even wetter.
"Hermione Jane Granger, you are one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. You are the most beautiful in this world," Harry said. "I...I have pleasured myself to thoughts of you so many times. I want you more than words can express. But you aren't ready for that yet. For Merlin's sake I haven't even taken you out on a proper date yet. Would you go on a date with me?"
Hermione was forced to tear her mind away from the thought of Harry masturbating to her. It was a hard battle.
"I would love to," Hermione agreed. "Can you read my mind?"
"Only when you strongly project your thoughts," Harry said. "It happens apparently when you are strongly thinking about something like you were just worrying a moment ago."
"How do I stop that?" Hermione asked.
"I can begin teaching you occlumency," Harry said.
She nodded in agreement. Until then Harry assigned a cloaked probe like the one that followed him to follow Hermione. It would protect her from harm and also prevent her mind from being read.
"I would appreciate that," Hermione said. "Now. You need some sleep," Harry said as he stood and scooped her up with ease.
She had noticed the increased muscle on Harry's frame when they had been snogging. He was sculpted ripcord muscle beneath his clothing. He set her down on one of the couches which suddenly seemed to be transfigured bigger and comfier. He slipped in behind her and pulled her back against him.
"We can't get caught like this," Hermione protested weakly.
She loved the feeling of being in his arms.
"No one will find us," Harry assured.
"Have a gentle satisfying orgasm and then fall into a very peaceful sleep until the time you normally wake up," Harry whispered in the ancient language.
He had done some testing with magic stored from Alagaesia and using the ancient language. He could still get that magic and language to work in other worlds. Hermione gasped as an orgasm overtook her. Harry held her for the several minutes it lasted and she immediately fell asleep. Harry held her as she slept and eventually joined her after making sure his probe would cloak them from detection. The probe pushed them out of phase with normal spacetime and would also prevent any sound from waking them.
Little Hangleton
Jon Truax, an auror who had fought during the Voldemort war, woke up tied to a gravestone. He had gone to a pub to have a drink after his shift. That was the last thing he remembered. A man he recognized as the deceased Peter Pettigrew walked into sight carrying a bundle of wrapped cloth.
"You should be honored Truax," Voldemort said from the bundle in a chilling tone. "It is you who will help resurrect me."
Jon Truax witnessed the rebirth of Lord Voldemort before he was killed. "Your wand my Lord," Wormtail said as he knelt and held out the wand.
"Thank you Wormtail," Voldemort said. "Your loyal service will be rewarded. Hold out your missing hand."
Wormtail gasped in pain and then relief moments later when a silvery hand was conjured for him.
"Thank you," Wormtail said. "What now?" "Now we plan and gather our strength," Voldemort said.
Harry had been in another universe at the time of Riddle's rebirth. Even if he had, since Salazar had exorcised the horcrux soul fragment from his curse scar Harry wouldn't have sensed the resurrection.
Hogwarts, Saturday
Hermione followed Harry through the secret passageway that led to Honeydukes. They didn't actually exit at the chocolate shop.
"Where are we going Harry?" Hermione asked.
"It's a surprise," Harry said with a grin. "Come here," He added as he pulled her close. "I'm going to apparate us somewhere."
Hermione didn't even bother questioning that Harry knew how to apparate given she knew he was better trained than his years would suggest. She felt a brief squeezing feeling and then they were standing in a familiar spot.
"This is Taps," Hermione said with surprise. "We're in Crawley?" "Yep," Harry confirmed. Hermione lived in Crawley. Taps was her favorite restaurant. "How did you know?" Hermione asked.
"I have my research," Harry said with a mysterious smile. "Shall we?"
His hand was on the small of her back as he gestured with his other hand for the restaurant. Harry and Hermione got a table and ordered.
"This is so surreal being here with you," Hermione said. "I'll bet," Harry agreed. "Up until now my Hogwarts life has been separate from my life in Crawley," Hermione said.
"Tell me about it. Your life in Crawley I mean. Tell me what it was like growing up?" Harry requested.
So, Hermione began to talk. She talked about growing up rather bullied and findng her solace in books. She talked about how great her parents were. She talked about her home. She talked about some of her extended family members. Hermione was very close to her grandmother on her mother's side.
"I've been talking about me for ages," Hermione admitted. By this point the food had come and they had worked their way through most of it. "What about you? Tell me about your childhood."
Hermione noticed the instant Harry's small smile vanished at those words.
"I really don't want to sour our first date talking about my childhood Hermione," Harry said. "It...it wasn't pleasant. My relatives hated magic."
Hermione reached out and took Harry's hand from across the table.
"I don't think you could spoil our date Harry," Hermione said. "I need to get to know you. How about this. You tell me a little after dinner. You don't have to tell me a whole lot. Just a little," She suggested.
"I can do that," Harry agreed.
It wasn't that Harry didn't want to talk about it at all. Lily had pressed for details about her sister had raised him. It was all Harry could do to keep Lily from magically obliterating Vernon Dursley right then. Instead Lily was preparing some retribution over a long period. Lily was incredibly gifted in charms and potions. The Dursleys were in for a hell of a life.
After dinner, Harry and Hermione began to walk. She showed him around Crawley. It was as she walked with him through the park that Hermione got the first inkling that Harry had been physically abused.
"Oh Harry, those horrid people," Hermione whispered as tears fell and she turned to hug him close. "And you keep getting sent back there."
"It's alright," Harry said with a shrug. "They can't do that to me anymore. They're too afraid the magicals will come down on them if they are caught."
"What they did still matters," Hermione said fiercely. Harry's mum had said much the same thing. "I suspect they will get their just desserts at some point in the future," Harry said.
"What do you mean?" Hermione asked curiously. "I can't talk about that at this time," Harry admitted.
Hermione was dying to know. But she also respected Harry too much to pry into it more than that. Sensing that the conversation about his past was over for the moment she tugged on his arm.
"Come on," Hermione said. "I want to show you the local library where I spent many hours."
Seeing Hermione in her element in the local library was simply beautiful. She looked so comfortable here. This was her refuge, her sanctuary.
Later when they returned to Hogwarts, Hermione stopped him a few corridors before the entrance to Gryffindor tower.
"I had a fantastic time tonight Harry," Hermione said before pressing him up against a wall and kissing him.
"Wow, I had a great time tonight as well," Harry said as he then kissed her.
Hermione bit her bottom lip sexily as she glanced at a nearby broom closet. Hermione grabbed his hand and pulled him inside. It was something she had always wanted to try. What followed was a heated snog fest in a broom closet. It didn't go any further than that. Both of them were fine with that.
Alagaesia, Narda
When he reached the gates of Narda, Roran found the same two soldiers from their first visit to the city on guard. Both were asleep at their post.
"I think we have had a little help from a friend," Roran said.
The group moved past the gate into the city and made their way to the docks. The two guards woke up shortly after the group passed none the wiser that they had been under the influence of a sleeping charm.
"You be early Stronghammer," Clovis greeted when they reached the dock. "I like that in a man. This'd be Torson, my first mate," He introduced as another man approached. Torson had a tattoo of a flying dragon on his shoulder. Another man was beside him. "And that is flint. They will be skipper of the Merrybell and Edeline. Their word is law as is mine on the Red Boar. Give me an aye if you understand."
"Aye," The group of fighters said.
The group was then broken up into the men at arms and the sailors. Roran worked with the men to prepare the Red Board for departure.
"I've been watching you Stronghammer. I've worked with many captains. Not one of them has commanded the level of obedience you do without shouting. How do you have such loyalty?" Clovis asked after approaching Roran.
"I saved them from enslavement or being eaten," Roran answered honestly. "There's a story there I'd like to hear," Clovis said. "Maybe when we get going," Roran said.
Clovis nodded and then bid his family farewell. They had come to the docks to see Clovis off. After that the captain gave the order to cast off. They were soon underway. It only took two hours for the barges to reach the cove.
When the barges entered the cove and Clovis spotted the villagers on the shore he said, "I knew something were amiss the moment I laid eyes upon you Stronghammer. You played me like a fool. Rare animals indeed. I did not agree to haul people. What you are about can only mean trouble for me and mine. I should throw the lot of you overboard."
"You won't," Roran said calmly as he looked at Clovis. "And why not?" Clovis asked.
"I have no wish to harm you Clovis. My men have no wish to harm you. But the empire means to enslave or kill each of those people you see before us. It is our mission to protect them. We will do what must be done to ensure that. Right now these barges are our way to survive. Do you want to be the death of hundreds of people?" Roran asked.
Clovis saw the hardness in Roran's eyes. "You will explain what this is all about. I won't go against my principles," Clovis said.
"The knowledge may place you and your family in great danger. If you are ignorant of this you may survive unscathed," Roran said.
"I still insist on knowing," Clovis replied. "Have you ever heard of the village of Carvahall in Palancar Valley?" Roran asked. "Once or twice," Clovis confirmed. "Why?" "What you see on the beach is all of the inhabitants of Carvahall. Galbatorix sent two creatures
called Ra'zac to lead some of his men. They attacked the village. We fought them off and were forced to flee for they would have sent more men. We crossed the spine to escape them. We were told every man, woman, and child would be enslaved or killed. Reaching Surda is our only hope for survival," Roran explained.
Clovis' face had gone gray and he asked, "Are you still being pursued?"
"Yes. But the Empire does not yet know our location," Roran answered.
"I will get you to Teirm. After that I want nothing further to do with you," Clovis said.
With that they set to retrieving the villagers. It was done in a couple hours. The ability of the villagers to store their belongings in magical trunks made the effort much easier.
Earth, Hogwarts
Hermione woke up on Sunday morning and just laid in her bed. A smile stole its way onto her lips.
"Did that really happen?" Hermione asked herself mentally. "It did! I had a date with Harry. And it was wonderful!"
The memories of their kisses last night and his hands upon her still caused Hermione's body to heat up. She had been unable to sleep until she had pleasured herself to thoughts of Harry. Just the thought of it made her aroused again. She forced herself to get up and get ready for the day. When she walked down to the common room she found Harry chatting with Neville. Harry looked up and smiled at her when she entered the room. She returned the smile. She was surprised when he walked up to her and offered her his hand. She quickly took it. This did not go unnoticed by the few students in the common room. No doubt the Hogwarts rumor mill was about to get a new juicy piece of celebrity gossip.
"How did you sleep?" Harry asked. "Wonderful. You?" Hermione asked as they set off for breakfast in the Great Hall. "Fantastic," Harry said. "I had a great time yesterday." "So did I," Hermione agreed. "Would you like to do it again?" Harry asked. "Yes please," Hermione agreed. "It's a date then," Harry agreed.
Neville joined them as they left the common room.
"So are you two a couple now?" Neville asked as he eyed their joined hands.
"We are," Harry agreed.
Harry's words made Hermione feel warm and fuzzy inside.
"Good for you two," Neville said. "I always thought you would make a fantastic couple."
"What about you Neville? Any prospects?" Hermione asked.
"There are a few girls I like. But I doubt any of them like me back," Neville admitted.
"Such as who?" Harry asked.
Neville turned red but didn't answer right away.
"Come on Neville. You can tell us," Hermione said.
"Promise you won't make fun," Neville said.
"We promise," Harry agreed.
"I've always like Susan Bones and have also recently started to like Luna Lovegood," Neville admitted surprising both of his friends.
"Really," Hermione said. "How interesting."
"Like I said. I doubt anything will ever come of it. I've not really ever spoken much to either of them," Neville said.
"You never know mate," Harry said as they reached the great hall.
The great hall was already quite full for a Sunday. Ron Weasley was sitting stuffing his face at one end of the Gryffindor table. He stopped and stared when he noticed the joined hands of his two former best friends. Harry took note of how red Ron's face got. Other than that he ignored Ron. He also took note of how crestfallen Ginny Weasley looked despite the fact she was supposedly dating Dean Thomas.
"It looks like Mount Weasley may blow," Neville whispered as they sat at the opposite end of Gryffindor table from Ron.
"I saw," Hermione confirmed.
"Pay him no mind. It is of no consequence. His jealousy has already trashed our friendship. Therefore his opinion no longer matters," Harry said as he filled his plate. "So what do you plan to do today Nev?"
"I have some homework to finish up. Then I was thinking about just doing something outside," Neville answered. "You two?"
"We have a little homework too," Hermione said as she glanced outside. "Going outside sounds like fun."
"Yeah. Care if we join you?" Harry asked.
"Sure," Neville agreed.
Harry and Hermione spent the day getting to know their shy friend.
Alagaesia, Du Weldenvarden
"My mother asked me if I intended to return to the Varden," Arya said conversationally as she shared a dinner meal with Harry.
"Oh. What did you tell her?" Harry asked curiously.
"That she should assign a new ambassador to the Varden. That my place was as ambassador to the leader of the Riders," Arya explained as she took his hand. "Oromis may be somewhat better after what you did for him. But he acknowledges that he is not fit to be an active Rider. You are the leader of the Riders."
"What did your mother say?" Harry asked.
"It took her time to think it over. But she did not object overly much," Arya said.
"I am glad to hear that," Harry replied.
Harry enjoyed such simple meals with Arya. The more time he spent with her the better her grew to knew her. It was great to hear she wouldn't be leaving him anytime soon.
Alagaesia, Du Weldenvarden
Harry rode on Saphira's back as she followe Glaedr high over Du Weldenvaren. Four mountains became visible not too far off. They had been flying since dawn and it was now early afternoon. Part of the length of the journey had been frequent aerial combat sparring to train Saphira and
Harry up in that type of fighting. Glaedr touched down on one of the four montains. Saphira followed.
"This peak is known as Fionula. Her brothers are Ethrundr, Merogoven, and Griminsmal," Glaedr sent to Harry and Saphira. "I shall tell you the tales of the peaks on the flight back. For now let us get to the purpose of this trip. We will go into the full depth of the nature of the bond forged between dragons and elves and later humans."
"We understand Master," Saphira replied.
"Parts of what we speak about were common knowledge among the elves, Riders, and learned humans. Other parts were only known to the leader of the Riders, a handful of elves, the humans' current potentate, and all dragons," Glaedr began. "When peace was made between elves and dragons at the end of the war, the Riders were created to ensure such a conflict never arose again. Queen Tarmunora lead the elves. The one who lead us does not have a name that can be expressed in any language." Glaedr conveyed a series of images that described that dragon. "These leaders decided that a common treaty wouldn't do. Dragons do not value signed paper. So we linked our two races with magic. It took nine years for the wisest magicians among the elves to devise the bonding spell which was cast at Ilirea. The elves provided the enchantment structure while the dragons provided the strength. This spell melded the souls of elves and dragons. Both races were changed. We dragons gained the use of language and other more civilized tendencies. The elves gained in our longevity. Before that moment elves only lived as long as humans. The elves were more effected. Magic permeates every fiber of a dragon's being. This resulted in the elves gaining more magic and their much vaunted strength and grace. Humans have never been influenced as strongly because your race was added later to the spell and it has not had as much time to work on your race. Your race has gentled because of the spell. Yet there is regression since the Fall."
Harry began to understand why the elves were so respectful of Saphira. It was due to dragons that their race had gained so much.
"If dragons go extinct will the elves lose their longevity and abilities?" Harry asked.
"A very intelligent question. It is one that elvish scholars have been trying to answer since the Fall. They do not know. Some do fear that. Some believe the elves will be unaffected since the change was already wrought upon their race," Oromis explained, speaking for the first time in Glaedr's tale. "But the decline of elves and humans leads validity to the thought that we might regress fully. Already humans have lost much of their history. And elves are not as strong as they once were magically speaking."
"The enchantment Queen Tartmunora oversaw contained a mechanism to link dragon and rider. Dragons would give an egg to the Riders and certain words would be said over that egg. I shall teach you these words later. The words prevent the dragon inside from hatching until they come in contact with their rider. The dragon can remain in their shell indefinitely with no harm to it," Glaedr explained. "This bond between dragon and rider is an augmented version of the bond between the races. The human or elf becomes stronger and fairer. Some of the dragon's fiercer
traits are tempered by a more reasoned outlook. If ever you met a wild dragon you would see the difference. They are accountable to no one but kith and kin. They would take what they wanted. It was considered a great accomplishment among the Riders' dragons to mate with a wild female so fierce were they."
"I take it Galbatorix lacks this bond with his second dragon Shruikan?" Harry asked. "Yes. It is what makes their union so perverse. Certain black magics were used to twist
Shruikan," Oromis confirmed. Glaedr asked, "Your souls have been welded on a primal level. Do you believe a person's soul
exists separate from his body?" "I believe the soul is tied to the body but can exist separate under certain circumstances," Harry
said.
Glaedr flipped over a rock to expose a woodrat cowering in its nest. Glaedr snapped up the rat with his tongue. Harry sensed as the woodrat's life force was extinguished.
"When the flesh is destroyed so is the soul," Glaedr said. "I disagree. You are using that woodrat as an example. But a person isn't a woodrat," Harry
said.
"Do you truly believe there is something that distinguishes us from animals that preserves our soul after all your meditations?" Oromis asked.
"Correct me if I'm wrong. I assume the reason for the elves to believe this is they have tried sensing a soul after death and were unable," Harry said.
"That is correct," Oromis replied.
"That is because when a soul leaves its body it contains none of the energy patterns that mortal magical users are used to using to detect it. Behold. This was shown to me by the grey folk visions," Harry said.
Harry projetected an illusion which clearly showed many examples of dying beings. There were clearly souls which would rise up out of the body a certain amount of time after death. The bodies would float a certain distance from the body and then fade from view.
"What just happened? That is more than our magicians could detect," Oromis said. "Did the souls dissipate after a certain amount of time?"
"No. There are different dimensions like the layers of an onion to our universe. We cannot sense them. Yet they still exist. It was one of these higher dimensions that the souls faded into. Once the souls leave our dimension they are very difficult to sense. The grey folk probed into
this dimension where souls go. They were not able to glean much information beyond its existence," Harry explained.
"This changes everything my people have believed," Oromis said. "I noticed grey folk, the elves of that time, dwarves, and even a dragon. I saw no examples of any other animals. Why is that?"
"It takes a certain amount of higher intelligence to manifest a soul that can survive outside of the body. Without that higher intelligence the soul will not survive outside of the body as your people believed," Harry explained.
"Fascinating," Oromis said out loud. By this point Oromis and Harry had switched to speaking out loud. Oromis' thoughts were so in turmoil because of this revelation that he couldn't devote his attention to mental speech. "You have given me much to discuss with our scholars. Do you know the spells the grey folk used to sense souls after they left the body and this higher dimension?"
"I do," Harry said. "I can show you?"
Harry knew that death did not often take an elf. So, it would be some time before they would be able to watch a soul leaving a body in person. They would at least be able to verify the higher dimension existed. What Harry had shown Oromis wasn't actually a lie. Harry and Leaf had begun using their Greensight to peer into the far past of this world. The Grey Folk had indeed possessed such magics.
"You say this was grown by magic?" Islanzadi asked after chewing her first bite of the meal Harry had prepared.
"Yes," Harry confirmed. "It's delicious," Arya said after sampling her first bite.
"It looks and smells exactly like cooked chicken," Oromis said. "Though I have never sampled that dish to be able to verify the taste."
"It tastes the same," Harry confirmed. "Like you the grey folk originally developed an aversion to eating flesh for sustenance due to being able to sense the minds of wildlife. So, they developed an alternative to grow creatures from that which makes up their basic building blocks using magic. This creature never had a mind of its own. Its highest form of intelligence was at the same level as a plant."
Even back in Harry's home universe the scientists were figuring out how to grow meet from stem cells in a petri dish. It was being predicted as the food of the future because it would eventually take far less resources to grow the meet this way. And there was no unnecessary
suffering by the animal. There was no brain for it to suffer. The only life existed at a cellular level. Harry had actually used his understanding of this process via the archives on the Harion along with his knowledge of the Name for the Ancient language. He had created spells for growing the meat. His same knowledge of the Ancient language allowed him to tell this white lie.
"Can you teach us this process?" Islanzadi asked.
"I can," Harry confirmed.
"Yet more secrets of the Grey Folk you have shown us," Arya said.
"Thank you Eragon," Islanzadi said.
Oromis' Hut
"Did Glaedr say what had transpired?" Harry asked.
Oromis and Harry had been training when both Saphira and Glaedr had locked their Riders out of their mind. There had been flashes of pain.
"He did not. But I can guess. You must go to Saphira. She needs you," Oromis said. "If you call the steed that brought you to Ellesmera in the ancient language it will take you there."
"Thank you Master," Harry said.
Harry took off into the forest intending to get a little closer to his destination while the horse caught up, or so it would appear to Oromis. Instead, Harry used the Harion to transport himself close to Saphira's location. Saphira was on top of a craggy stone structure not big enough to classify as a mountain. It rose a hundred feet above the trees. Staring up at it from the base, Harry apparated to a spot visible just below the top lip of the structure. Immediately he channeled sticking charms into his hands. He climbed the few feet to the top making it seem to Saphira as if he had just climbed up the top.
The top of the structure was dotted with caves either natural or formed by dragon claws. Bones littere the surface from dragon kills long ago. Hawks, eagles, and other birds had taken over nesting here in the absence of dragons. The surface of the monolith was dotted with rock melted by dragon flame, occasional scales, scratches in the basalt from claws, and even fragments from hatched eggs. Harry found his dragon in the biggest cave on the eastern side of the monolith.
"Saphira," Harry said breaking the silence.
Her head whipped around towards him and stared at him like she didn't know him. Then she twisted back around and laid her head down. He caught sight of a long gash along her thigh. Harry sat down upon the stone floor and thought about the situation as he waited Saphira out.
Eventually she said, "I have been a fool." "It happens to us all from time to time," Harry said.
"Those words make it no easier when it is my time to play dunce. Do you know why this is called the Stone of Broken Eggs?" Saphira asked.
"I do not," Harry admitted.
"Because during the war between dragons and elves the elves tracked us to this locatin. They killed dragons in their sleep and shattered our eggs with magic. It rained blood in the forest below that day. No dragon has lived here since," Saphira explained.
"That is a very unfortunate event," Harry said simply. "May I heal your leg now?"
"Leave well enough alone for now," Saphira said. She was silent for a time. Then she said, "When we saw this place I thought it would be a good time to press Glaedr about mating. I was wrong. I thought we could rebuild our race."
Saphira raised her left wing as permission when she spoke. The permission was to heal her injured leg. Harry did so. Harry was very tempted to offer Saphira a solution to her desire to mate. He had thought of a solution. He could use his technology to get Saphira the male dragon she needed long enough to mate. It could be done through time travel and a little bit of magic. He kept coming back to one truth though. If he did that allowing her to mate, then he would no longer be the only dragon Rider capable of defeating Galbatorix. Was it selfish of him to deny Saphira for that reason? Perhaps. He felt this was his quest. One day she would have her chance to mate one way or another.
"Your chance to mate will come one way or another," Harry said.
"You sound so sure," Saphira said.
"I am," Harry answered. "Now let us head back. You have an apology to make to Glaedr."
Saphira and Harry talked some more on the flight back. He made her feel better with the conversation.
The days leading up to the Agaeti Blodhren fast passed by. His days he spent training hard with Oromis who was greatly impressed with Harry's progress. His nights he spent with Arya. They often attended concerts. She also introduced him to elves of distinction. Her occasional nights
of staying with him turned into a nightly occurrence. They sometimes got a little carried away kissing. It always ended with using their hands on one another. Harry was ready for more. Yet he didn't want to press Arya. He realized that elves had the patience of immortals. This was the pace she was comfortable going at. So, he respected that.
The excitement of the elves was tangible as the Blood Oath Celebration approached. The city bustled with activity. The elves sang to the plants to encourage bright new flowers to bloom. Lanterns were hung everywhere about the city. The Menoa tree received a lantern at the edge of every branch. More and more elves arrived at the city every day. Those who were forced to remain away due to their duties would scry through enchanted mirrors so that nobody felt as if they were spied upon. The likeness of the person scrying was displayed on the mirror's surface.
The celebration was meant to last three days. On the eve of the celebration Harry gathered with everyone else in Ellesmera at the Menoa tree. Even Rhunon was there looking distinctly uncomfortable out of her home. At the stroke of midnight Islanzadi raised her left arm for silence from where she stood upon a raised root of the Menoa tree. An orb of magical energy gathered in her raised palm. She walked to the base of the Menoa tree and placed the orb in a hollow there.
"It is begun," Arya whispered joyfully into Harry's ear. "It will end when the werelight expends itself."
Tables piled with feasts of food that were as much magic as sustenance were brought out. The elves began to sing. Harry felt his inhibitions slipping away despite the wards he had cast upon himself, Saphira, and Orik. What followed was partying. Time seemed to have no meaning. Harry found everything wonderful. At some point the elves began presenting their works to the gathered audience. Poems, songs, stories, works of art, toys, puzzles, weapons, and many more things were presented.
As this was going on Harry felt urges of a carnal nature. There were many beautiful elf maidens present. His eyes always kept coming back to Arya. He felt desire for her like never before. He felt the urge to act upon those desires. Yet he couldn't with all the elves around him. He could see that her inhibitions too were lowered as well if the glances she kept throwing him were any indication. Occasionally her eyes would focus upon him with a smouldering gaze. The elves had spread out through the forest now. Harry and Arya satisfied themselves with the occasional stolen touch when no one was looking.
The magic of the celebration made it so Harry didn't need to rest. After a while, Harry had gotten a sense that a great deal of time had passed. He connected to his probe and found two days had elapsed this way since the celebration began. It was no wonder he had been feeling such urges. Normally he and Arya had taken care of the needs of the other on a nightly basis. He was sorely tempted to slip away with her. Yet he felt the need to stay near the heart of the celebration, near the Menoa tree. He couldn't explain that urge.
So instead, Leaf helped him out. She had been invisibly by his side the entire time. The probe projected an illusion of Harry enjoying the party while also shifting the actual Harry and Leaf out
of phase. They were no longer visible to anyone else. The two then proceeded to relieve one another from the urges that had built up do to the magic of the ceremony. Arya was actually standing very close by. Harry found the fact that she was so close very arousing. That combined with the magic of the ceremony made the experience quite unforgettable.
Animals altered by the combined magics of the forest and the elves that inhabited it were drawn near the outskirts of the celebration. They never came in too far. These were strange creatures that one could only catch a glimpse of. Elves who modified themselves to be animalistic were also present. A male elf with fur and elongated arms sso that he could walk on all fours was visible. He had pads on his hands as well. A set of twins had gills and skin that glistened as if with oil. He took note of an elf that had armored scales like a dragon, a bony crest on his head, a line of spikes down his back, and flames in the pits of his nostrils. There were many more elves of all different shapes and sizes.
On the third day of the celebration Harry delivered his work.
"I present the tale of Westeros. It begins at a castle called Winterfel," Harry said. "This illusion shall help me tell the tale. This illusionary table will show what I see."
Harry gestured towards a table which actually had many of the qualities of a pensieve. Except it was simpler in design. Harry proceeded to tell the story of Westeros narrating while the illusions played out. He showed the threat of the White Walkers. He showed a young Daenerys Targaryen. He glossed over many details which he said was in the book he created. It was not the version of events that happened due to his influence. It was closer to the version that Brynden had seen via Greensight. The elves listened enraptured. He ended the story with the Night King's defeat after a great battle at Winterfel in the dead of night.
"This is truly a saga worthy of note," Dathedr, an elf lord, said. "And this illusionary table is a marvel."
"Your work shall be added to the great library in Tialdari Hall, Eragon-finiarel, so that all who wish can appreciate it," Islanzadi said.
"Thank you," Harry said with a nod.
Saphira's offering was a sculpture she had made by breathing fire onto a rock and molding the molten stone with her tongue. The glossy stone had been melted into intricate curves that wound around one another. Glaedr's offering was a slab of red oak carved via talon into a likeness of Ellesmera from above. Oromis' offering was a copy of The Lay of Vestari the Mariner illustrated with fantastically painted landscapes.
After that Arya took Harry's hand and led him closer to the Menoa tree saying, "There werelight dims. We have but a few hours left."
The elves gathered before the Menoa tree in anticipation. Islanzadi retook her position on one of the roots.
"Per our custom after our agreement with the dragons we have meet to celebrate our union. Last we met for this celebration our situation was dire indeed. It has improved somewhat through the efforts of ourselves, the dwarves, and the Varden," Islanzadi said before going on a little bit about the situation.
Harry and Saphira were mentioned in the queen's speech. Her speech ended with a signal. A space was cleared at the base of the Menoa tree marked off by lanterns on poles. Musicians were assembled. Arya led him to a seat on the edge of the circle next to Oromis.
"Take note of this carefully for it is important to your heritage as Riders," Oromis told Harry and Saphira.
A set of twin female elves identical except for their hair color walked to the center of the clearing.
"These are the caretakers Iduna and Neya," Arya whispered.
"Wyrda," Blagden called from Islanzadi's shoulder.
The twins unclasped broaches on their throats allowing their robes to fall away. All they wore was an iridescent tattoo of a dragon. The tip of the tail began on Iduna's ankle, ran up over her leg to her thigh and over her torso. It continued across Neya's back and ended with its head on her chest. Every scale was inked a different color. While Harry's mind catalogued the beauty of the nude twins more of his thoughts were upon the tattoo. He could sense the magic of the tattoo from where he was sitting. He could feel the magic gathering thicker in the air.
The twins raised a bare foot and brought it down on the ground with a soft thump. The musicians joined in with drums to amplify the sound. The harps and flutes joined in. The twins began to dance so that it seemed like the dragon on their skin was flying in circles. The twins began to sing in harsh guttural tones the words of a spell. The other elves joined in. Saphira and Glaedr began to hum in time with the words. The dancing and chanting began to grow faster and faster until it came to a head and ceased. The dragon tattoo actually came alive. It pulled free of the skin of the twins and took to the air. The tip of the tail was still attached to the twins. The dragon let out a roar and then flew over the crowd of elves, brushing them with the tips of its wings.
It came to a stop before Harry. On instinct he raised his right palm with the Gedwey Ignasia. "Our gift so that you may do what needs to be done," The dragon said in Harry's mind.
The dragon's snout came down and touched Harry's Gedwey Ignasia. He felt heat and magic surge into him through his Gedwey Ignasia. Fire consumed his back. He felt himself losing consciousness. He could have fought it. Yet he felt there was no need to fight it. He let it carry him away.
Harry awoke to find himself in his tree house. Arya sat beside him. She had been looking down at him running her hands over him. There was a look of awe in her gaze.
"Are you alright?" Arya asked. "I feel good," Harry said.
"You look...you look like an elf except not quite," Arya said. Arya produced a small hand mirror and held it out for him. His face was now as smooth and angled as an elf's. His ears and eyes were tapered and slanted like an elf's. His skin was as smooth as alabaster emitting a faint glow of magic. "You look like a princeling, you look beautiful," Arya informed him. "You look like what humans would have looked like if they had been part of the pact since the beginning. Your jaw is stronger, your brow thicker, and your face broader than one of my people. You are fairer than any human and more rugged than any elf. Your scar is gone from your back," She added with a beautiful smile of delight.
"Wonderful," Harry said with a grin. It was then that the enhanced senses kicked in. "My senses are amplified too."
"That will take some time to get used to," Arya said. "Your strength is also likely greatly enhanced. Squeeze down on thigh harder and harder," She suggested placing his hand upon her thigh. He began to do so until she said, "Stop. Your grip was becoming painful. I would not be surprised if you were stronger than the average elf. We shall have to test it later."
It was then that the scent of Arya's arousal grew overwhelming. He slid his hand further up her thigh and sensed her heart quicken. He pushed her onto her back and began to kiss her while using his fingers upon her. After a little while of this, his mouth descended her body.
Begin Smut Scene
Arya let out a pleased gasp as she felt Eragon's lips on her inner thighs. He kissed around her sex before diving right in. His tongue slid into her slit and began lapping at her core like a thirsty dog laps at water. But he was going slower, running his tongue up her gash savoring the taste. She look down and met his eyes. She saw nothing but raw desire there for her. She groaned approvingly as he began massaging her folds with his tongue. His lips and mouth suckled on her lower lips. His tongue would pay homage to her clit only a little bit at first. But then as time progressed he began to pay more attention to the sensitive bud.
"Eragon," Arya moaned. "Oh yes. That feels so good. Don't stop."
Hearing Arya moaning his name in that tone was literally music to Harry's ears. The taste of her feminine nectar was delicious. It was like a sweet wine. The scent was like a flower. He was surprised because he had never tasted a pussy quite like it. And he had tasted quite a lot of pussy. He ran his tongue through her folds zinging her clit with a little burst of magic focused through his tongue occasionally. It was enough to give her a surge of pleasure greater than his tongue should have caused alone but not quite enough to let her reach climax. Her feet rested on
his back, her thighs on either side of his head. Occasionally she would use the placement of her feet to thrust her snatch up against his face, grinding her mound against him. He didn't mind in the least. His dick was incredibly hard given how turned on he was. He could have happily spent hours feasting on Arya's cunt. He loved staring at her tight tummy just before his eyes and looking up at her breasts capped with stiff nipples. The sight of her face twisting in pleasure as she enjoyed his efforts was a major turn-on.
"Oh...oh Barzul," Arya swore as she felt her partner's middle finger slip inside of her channel.
His finger began exploring her insides. He found a particular spot within her sex that felt really good when he rubbed at it. Harry had found her g-spot. He slowly rubbed at feeding a small steady stream of magic into her g-spot. He used his will to bend that magic into taking direct control of the sexual tension in her body. He could directly sense how close she was to release. Her belly muscles gradually tightened. Her pussy and body slowly became more and more sensitive to his touch. He held her on the brink for a long time. The position would not normally be a comfortable one he was in. But Harry was able to use his metamorphmagus talents to make himself more comfortable. His magic bolstered his endurance so that he could tongue to lick at Arya's cash without discomfort.
"You have such a tasty pussy Arya," Harry sent directly into her mind. "I enjoy drinking your juices. I'm going to enjoy it even more when you cum on my tongue and I can drink down all your nectar."
"Yes. Please don't stop," Arya replied mentally, unable to form the words past the moans her lips were letting out.
Arya must have stayed there with her gash pressed against Harry's mouth for more than an hour. She lost all sense of time. She had never felt anything this intense. He brought her right to the edge but she couldn't quite tip over into the abyss of orgasm. Then she felt him pay urgent attention to her clit while a finger slipped up her butt. The finger didn't hurt or even feel uncomfortable. Instead it sent a urge of magic into her backside that surged directly into her pussy. Arya screamed and thrashed until her mouth went silent, her features still twisted in ecstasy. She pushed her gash up against his mouth and came hard. Her stomach muscles tensed and released rapidly as did her kegel muscles around his fingers. Her juices flowed freely out of her clasping pussy and Harry happily lapped them up.
When Arya came down from her release several minutes later it was to find her partner had removed his finger from her butt. His mouth and chin glistened with her juices. He was grinning in satisfaction. She was covered in sweat from the intensity of her release. She was still trying to recover. He just scooted up and laid beside her, holding her.
"That was...I don't have words," Arya said eventually. "It was beautiful and erotic," Harry said.
Arya became aware of his hardness pressed against her hip. She looked down at it and felt a growing desire to return the favor. She pushed him back until he took her place and she knelt between his legs.
"Poor Eragon...your cock is so neglected," Arya said before licking the very tip while looking at his eyes.
She saw pure delight there as her tongue began lapping at his piss slit. Then her lips descended around the head. She swirled her tongue beneath the crown several times. Then Arya's mouth descended taking about half of him inside. Her saliva gradually slickened his length as she went deeper. She could comfortably get three-quarters of him into her mouth at a time. But the last fourth was too much comfortably. She would likely have to practice to take that last fourth within her. It was something she would definitely make an effort at later. For now she was satisfied with moving her mouth up and down three-quarters of his length. She could tell he was also very satisfied by his reaction. He had a slightly glazed expression and moaned approvingly. She felt his left hand come to rest on her right shoulder gently holding her. Her tongue slid up and down the underside of his shaft as she applied light suction to his prick.
"Fuck," Harry swore. "That feels so good. Your mouth around my dick...shit."
Harry just laid back and enjoyed the sensations his senses were presented with. The feeling of Arya's mouth upon his cock was wonderful enough. Then the visual of the beautiful elven princess kneeling before him sucking upon six inches of his prick was almost enough to send him into release right then. Arya was very beautiful. He didn't think he could ever tire of the feeling of her going down on him. He was very tempted to stop her, push her back, and thrust into her pussy. It would be so easy with her being warmed up from his tonguing. Or he could bend her over something and take her from behind so he could look at her gorgeous ass as he skewered her. But he held himself back and contented himself with the feeling of her wonderful mouth working his sausage. Arya was an elf and therefore didn't eat meat. She was doing a good job of it now. He wondered if she would swallow.
Arya likewise was having to resist the urge to let her mouth pop off of his shaft and impale her cunny down upon it. She realized if she did that there would be no going back. Their relationship would be catapulted to a whole new level where emotions were intertwined with their physical desires. Both were lying to themselves because after what they had done so far they were already past that point. Arya felt his harness throb within her mouth. It made her think of feeling that throbbing heat within her cunny. The more she tried to not think about it the more her mind focused upon it. His hips bucked upward slightly as she continued to suckle on his shaft telling her just how much he liked it. She had shifted her approach to using her lips upon the top quarter of his shaft. Her right hand had wrapped around the rest of the shaft and would stroke down and then back up in time with the descent of her lips. A spell she knew lubricated her hand along with her own saliva. She felt his hard length in her grasp as her palm and fingers stroked along every inch of him. Her tongue paid attention to the sensitive portion just below the head.
Harry was enjoying every moment of this. Arya was moving her head and up and down along with her hand. It felt like he was fucking her pussy with how coordinated she was. Her eyes stared into his never braking gazes. Her left hand came down and gently massaged his testicles. This went on for probably close to an hour. Whenever he would get close she would clamp down on the base of his prick and slow her movements. Finally she let him cum.
"Cum in my mouth so I can return the favor and drink down your seed," Arya sent directly into his mind.
Harry didn't have to be told twice. She went that little bit faster with her mouth and felt him growing harder and larger within. Harry groaned and thrust his hips up towards her as his prick erupted with spurt after spurt of his creamy seed. Arya backed off until her lips were just around his head and milked his prick of every drop. She swallowed as he gave her his release. When there was nothing left she slowly ever so slightly moved her tongue against the underside of his head which was sensitive. She just suckled him as he came down from his intense release.
When he was fully finished Arya released him and crawled up beside him to cuddle in close. End Smut Scene