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Harry Potter the Dragonrider?	By : 2910leiv Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 6180 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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This is what happens when reading Dragonriders of Pern, watching Eragon on tv and surfing too many website regarding dragons.

I own nothing but the plot.

This is AU, starts in Harry’s sixth year and will ignore a lot of the canon stuff. No horcruxes.

Chapter 1 The dragonrider

It was an ordinary dull November evening. The students and teachers were for the most part gathered for their evening meal in the Great Hall. People were eating, talking, laughing, arguing, and studying just as they would through any other mealtime. The boy who lived sat with his friends at the Gryffindor table, while unobtrusively observing his crush, Ginny Weasley, while she flirted with her boyfriend, Dean Thomas. The sight of them together made the unpleasant feeling in Harry’s stomach worse and he angrily turned to stab his fork at a sausage on his plate. Ron was oblivious as usual, as he stuffed his mouth and perused through the latest quidditch magazine. The small witches and wizards whizzed across the pages on their tiny broomsticks. Hermione had her nose buried in a book, looking for all the world as if she belonged at the Ravenclaw table.

Up at the teacher’s table Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were deeply engrossed in a conversation regarding the declining standard of muggle sweets compared to when they had been younger. That is to say, Dumbledore was doing most of the talking. McGonagall was mainly listening politely, as she ate her food.

Suddenly there was a noise coming from outside the hall; then the massive solid oak doors swung upon on their own accord. Even the sullen potions professor, Severus Snape, looked to see what was happening. A hooded, cloaked figure entered slowly. When it had walked six meters into the room a dragon appeared, following behind it. Many of the students screamed and leapt out of their seats, to get away from the beast. The teachers jumped to their feet as well, pulling their wands out, ready to defend their young charges.

The cloaked figure continued to walk calmly down the length of the great hall, as if nothing had happened. The massive blue dragon followed. It looked around at the children in a friendly, curious manner, but the children were all too scared to notice. They had been raised on the notion that all dragons were mindless beasts that would slaughter an innocent child if given the chance.

When the figure had passed about two-thirds of the way toward the head table, it stopped. It was about this time that Dumbledore remembered his status as leader of his people and found his voice.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” he asked none too impressively. The figure remained silent, giving Dumbledore the distinct impression he was being evaluated and coming up short. “Look, I am Headmaster Dumbledore. This is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I demand that you answer me.” The students trembled, hearing the anger in their Headmaster’s voice. The figure remained unresponsive. The dragon however rose on its hind legs and stretched out its massive wings. It loomed over the cloaked figure in front of it and glared at the Headmaster. He swallowed nervously.

Then the figure moved. In a fluid motion it removed its cloak and revealed a young woman. She was dressed in a splendorous outfit; it consisted entirely of dragonhide, of the same blue colour as the dragon behind her. The boots were of a different, coarser part of the hide than her trousers and shirt. Over those she wore a velvet sleeveless tunic in black, with a silver emblem of a dragon embroidered on the front and silvery dragonhide cuffs around her wrists and lower arms. A dangerous looking dagger with a silver handle hung at her hip. A black heavy cloak fell from her shoulders, held in place by silver broaches. Though they couldn’t see it from the front, the cloak was also embroidered in a beautiful rendition of a flying dragon under a crown.

The woman herself was also very beautiful. Her slim figure and delicate features seemed almost ethereal. She had slender, elegant cheekbones, a petite nose, full lips and beautiful blue eyes. But the most striking features were her pointed ears and short, starling blue hair. It was cropped in a pretty style that suited her; enhancing her lovely features and making her look even more exotic.

She gazed at them a moment, observing their reactions. Her dragon settled down behind her, though it still kept a watchful eye on them.

“Has the wizarding world fallen so far from tradition, that they no longer follow the customs?” She asked. Her voice sounding clearly in the otherwise silent hall. There was a flicker of confusion among the teachers and Dumbledore searched his extensive knowledge of wizarding traditions and customs, but came up empty. He was just about to open his mouth to inquire, when every single ghost of Hogwarts came floating in, heading straight for the blue visitor. They formed a line in front of the teachers table and the Bloody Baron floated to the visitor. The baron bowed deeply, making an - for him - unusual sweeping gesture with his hat.

“My Lady Dragonrider, I am known as the Bloody Baron. On behalf of the ghosts of Hogwarts I bid you most welcome. We are honoured by your presence.” The Baron said. The young woman held her left fist to the right side of her chest and bowed respectfully to the Baron, who continued speaking.

“I pray you must forgive the living. They have forgotten you, I fear.” The woman looked sternly at the Headmaster and his staff.

“I see. Thank you, Baron.” He bowed again and moved away far enough for her to pass should she desire to do so. She looked at Dumbledore.

“I am Mitakai, Knight of the Dragonriders and envoy for the Queen of the Dragons. I ask for an audience with the boy, Harry Potter.” The hall came alive with muttered conversations at hearing this. Many cast weary glances at the dragon and the young woman, not quite knowing what to make of them, while others looked to the boy who lived. He was standing by his seat at the Gryffindor table, close to the woman. Why do these things always happen to me? he thought. If it’s not some homicidal madman then it’s a woman with a dragon. He looked up at the beast. Strangely enough it seemed very different from the one he had fought in his fourth year. It seemed almost… friendly.

“What do you want to see Mr. Potter about?” Dumbledore asked, using Legillimency to try and pry the information from her. He found himself completely blocked. Whoever she was, she had very able Occlumency skills. The woman ignored his attempts and said:

“That is between me and Mr. Potter.”

“I am afraid that is not good enough. As Headmaster it is my duty to protect…” he didn’t get any further, as the ghosts were in an uproar at hearing his words.

“Albus Dumbledore, how dare you disrespect an envoy of the esteemed Queen of the dragons?!” the Bloody Baron roared furiously as Nearly Headless Nick shouted:

“Mr. Dumbledore! There is no need to doubt the words of a dragonrider.”

“How dare you!” shouted the Grey Lady, striking terror into the students, who had never seen her terrible angry form.

The dragonrider stood motionless and let them shout; then the dragon roared. The thunderous sound reverberated along the stone walls of the hall and many of the candles were temporarily blown out. They relit them selves a few moments later, though. Harry swallowed once and squared his shoulders. He then stepped away from the bench and toward the woman.

“I am Harry Potter.” She turned slightly to face him. A small smile appeared on her face for the first time. The dragon settled behind her again.

“Greetings, young Potter.” She said and bowed to him as she had to the Bloody Baron. Harry bowed awkwardly to her in return. “Is there a place where we may speak in private?” she asked.

“No, I cannot allow that.” Shouted Dumbledore, as he hurried down from the platform toward them, while edging past the chilly presence of the many ghosts. Harry saw the young woman’s eyes flash with indignant fury, before it was quickly repressed. The dragon showed no such reservations, however, as it glared furiously at the advancing Headmaster. It shook its massive body before settling again. The ghost were shouting their complaints at the Headmaster as he passed them and the Bloody Baron had drawn his sabre and held it to Dumbledore’s face, when he approached. The old man was forced to stop short or be run through with the ghostly weapon. He held up his hands as he looked past the irate ghost.

“Mr. Potter is just a child. He is not able to partake in any political issues.”

“And yet you use him for little else.” The knight said calmly, completely shocking the old man into silence. She turned to Harry and smiled gently. He had found the whole experience most disconcerting. He startled as he remembered she had asked him for a private place to talk.

“Oh, ehm, I guess we can use the room next door.” He stammered, pointing to the door in the far corner to the left of the teachers table. “But I guess your dragon won’t fit there.” He was already wracking his brain to find a more suitable place, when he heard her laughing gently. He looked at her.

“That will not be a problem.” She looked up at her dragon expectantly. It made a sort of snorting sound and then it began to shrink. Harry stared with huge eyes. Within moments the massive dragon had shrunk to the size of a guinea pig; well not counting the tail and the wings. It flew over to land on the dragonrider’s outstretched arm, where it proceeded to climb to her shoulder where it found a comfortable perch. It nuzzled the woman’s cheek and she rubbed back in a show of affection. She smiled at him.

“Lead the way.”

“So, what’s your dragon’s name?” he asked feeling the need to break the silence as they walked. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the hall on him and he longed to be out of the spotlight. Also he wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to be alone with the strange woman. He glanced over his shoulder toward Dumbledore, who it seemed where finally snapping out of his stupor.

“He is called Snugglepuff, Puff for short… and yes he is magical,” she winked at him and he had to smile a little. Being raised by muggles meant he knew of the song ‘Puff the magic dragon’. “But he isn’t really mine. He belongs to himself. I am just his rider.” She lifted her hand to gently caress the dragon, which seemed to love the touch. “And his friend.” By now they had reached the door to the side chamber. He cast a final look over his shoulder. She noticed.

“If you are wary to have this conversation in seclusion, perhaps you should choose an observer to accompany you.” He could tell she would rather he didn’t and that she certainly didn’t want the Headmaster present. He thought about it. Maybe he should ask someone to be there as well. But who? If not the Headmaster… he looked around. He thought for a moment of Hermione, but disregarded the thought. McGonagall? No, she would go straight to Dumbledore. His eyes fell on the sour potions master. Snape was cruel and hated him, but he always kept him safe, even when he didn’t want to be. The man was standing close by frowning at the commotion the ghosts were causing as the Headmaster tried to get past them yet again.

“Professor Snape?” Harry asked. The man turned to glare at him. “Professor, would you be my observer at the meeting?” the man looked at him in astonishment, then the impassive mask reasserted itself and he inclined his head in agreement. He walked over to them. They went into the side room and closed the door on the rest of the school.

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“Mr. Potter, how much do you know about the Nexus Realm?” she asked. He looked at her utterly confused. He had never heard of such a thing. A quick glance at Snape suggested that he hadn’t heard of it either. “What of the dragonriders?” she asked seeing his confusion. He shook his head. This was the first time he had ever heard of anyone riding the backs of dragons. The only dragons he had ever seen where the ferocious beasts during the Triwizard Tournament and Hagrid’s baby dragon Norbert. None of them would encourage a would-be rider to climb onto them. The woman sighed heavily.

“There are many realms coexisting with this one. The divide between the muggle world and the wizarding world isn’t a part of that, as they both belong in this realm. Some of the realms are very secluded, isolated places, while others are very open and have many Doors, that is… places where one can cross from one realm to another.” She looked at him to ensure he understood her so far. He nodded thoughtfully. “The Nexus realm is where all the various realms converge. If you want to go from one realm to another and they don’t have a Door in common, then you can go through the Nexus realm. It is often likened to a Bridge or a Hallway connecting the realms.” Harry nodded again.

“The Nexus realm belongs to the Queen of the dragons. She is the ruler there. To serve her she has the dragonriders and of course their dragons. The dragonriders are warriors sworn to uphold the peace and serve as law enforcement. The Nexus realm is neutral ground for all visitors; no matter what their grievances or natural dislikes, they have to obey the law of neutrality. The Nexus realm is a place for commerce, for diplomacy, for meetings and in some instances ritualised warfare.” Harry nodded again; thinking it made some sort of sense. Then it occurred to him.

“Does that mean that if Voldemort and Dumbledore both went there, they wouldn’t be able to fight?” he asked. The woman smiled at him.

“That is correct. They would both have to abide by the law.” In the corner of the room Severus Snape let out a derisive snort. The woman looked at him, but said nothing.

“If the Dark Lord wishes to attack, he will do so regardless of what some law stipulates.” Snape said quietly. The woman smiled gently, completely unfazed.

“And he would suffer the consequences. He would be stripped of his magic before he could cause any further damage. At the very least for the duration of his stay in the Nexus realm. If his transgression was grievous enough, he would risk being permanently turned into a squib.” Harry noticed Snape’s look of incredulity and he had to admit that he too was somewhat sceptical. If these people were so powerful, then how come no one had ever heard of them? The young woman sighed.

“You have to understand. We see a lot of evil overlords and warmongers. Evil empires rise and fall. Sometimes a leader of the light will rise like a Messiah and lead a civilization into a new golden age. Sometimes a Dark Lord will bring it to destruction. We see it all in the Nexus realm.” Snape was frowning; displeased by his former master and present enemy of the light being belittled and dismissed so carelessly.

“You should not be so quick to underestimate the Dark Lord, My Lady.” He told her.

“And you should not overestimate his importance, Professor Snape.” She retorted. Harry looked from one to the other, not quite knowing who to root for. When the pair kept glaring at each other, he cleared his throat.

“I still don’t know what that has to do with me? Why did the Queen send you to talk to me?” The woman inclined her head and answered.

“I’m sorry for my lack of clarity. The dragonriders are formed by people selected from all over the realms. They are brought to the Nexus realm and if they pass the tests, they may begin training to become dragonriders.”

“Are you here to take Mr. Potter to train as a dragonrider?” Snape asked suddenly, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. Harry looked at him in shock; not yet having formulated the idea on his own. He looked at the woman.

“Yes and no, Professor.” She looked intensely at Harry. “I am here to offer to take you, Harry, to the Nexus realm for training. If at the end of the training period you decide to try out to become a dragonrider then you remain free to do so on the same terms as everyone else. If however you choose to return to this realm, you will be brought back here with no remaining obligations. The skills you’ve been taught will be yours to use.” Harry narrowed his eyes. It sounded too good to be true. These people offered to train him as a warrior without expecting anything in return?

“What’s the catch?” he asked. She smiled hugely at him. Her pleased merriment showing in her beautiful blue eyes.

“The training takes a minimum of five years.” She paused to let him work it out on his own. Shit he thought, as the information settled. “You would have to leave this realm for five years and not have any contact with anybody here for the duration of your training. Should you decide to return to this realm upon the completion of your training, you will be returned through time to a single day after you left. It would mean that you will have aged, matured and evolved for five years, while your peers remain as they are now.”

Harry paled as he considered it. He would grow up and become a man, while his friends would still be teenagers. He would distance himself from his friends; from Hermione and Ron; from the Weasleys, the closest thing he came to having a family; from Ginny, his secret crush - who loves another, an unwanted dark thought whispered to him. As Harry pondered the impossible terms of his training, Severus Snape was observing the young lady in front of him.

“Why?” he suddenly asked. The dragonrider arched an eyebrow silently questioning him. “Why would the Queen of the dragons make such an offer? If the dragonriders are neutral and the Dark Lord is as inconsequential as you claim, then why extend help to one side of the conflict and not to the other?” She stared at him unflinchingly.

“The Nexus realm is being overrun by refugees seeking sanctuary from the persecutions taking place in this realm. The other realms have demanded that action be taken to ensure the safety of their relations living in this realm. The Queen offers Harry the training in the hope that he will use it to destroy this Dark Lord of yours.” She turned to Harry. “But understand this. You have a choice. If you decide to remain here untrained, that is your choice. If you decide to be trained and not return to fight the Dark Lord, that is your choice. If you decide to return and fight, that is also your choice. It is your life, Mr. Potter, and only you can decide what to do with it.”

Harry swallowed hard and nodded. That was certainly a different tune from the one he was used to hearing from the wizarding world. They had all proclaimed him their saviour and expected him to fulfil his part regardless of his sentiments on the matter. They hailed him as a hero, but never shied from dragging him through the dirt if he strayed as much as a hairs breadth from the given path. Everywhere he went he was scrutinised; not for what he did at any particular moment, but for whom he was and what he had done before he was old enough to remember it. Even his closest friends would sometimes turn on him. Granted it was mostly just Ron being a jealous git, but Hermione often took Ron’s side. If the two of them were to see sense and became a couple Harry would really be in trouble.

“I’ll do it.” The words had left his mouth before he even registered he had said them. He met her gaze. He knew he would not back down now. Something inside him told him it was the right thing to do. Snape spluttered beside him.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Potter.” He said. “This is not the type of decision that should be made at the drop of a wand. You need to think about it and discuss it with the Headmaster.” Harry was shaking his head.

“No need. I’m going.” He said with conviction. Snape glared at him, giving him the worst he could. But Harry didn’t flinch. Damn stubborn boy. Snape thought. How can I protect him if he leaves? A long moment passed. Then,

“If you go, then I will go too.” Severus Snape proclaimed. The woman smiled a pleased smile, as if she had been expecting it.

“What?!” Harry shrieked.

“You heard me, Potter.” The snarky potions professor glared at the boy wonder.

“Why? You can’t. Tell him he can’t.” Harry turned to the woman, pleading. She just smiled benignly at him. He turned back to glare at the professor. Snape was gloating inwardly at the boy’s childish behaviour. So much for the hope of the wizarding world.

“I can and I will. I was sworn to protect you and I cannot do that if you are off gallivanting in another realm.” That threw Harry for a loop.

“I… You… what?” his mouth was opening and closing, making the boy who lived look like a fish on land. “But…”

“No more foolishness, Potter. I am going too. That is the end of it.”

“Splendid.” The young dragonrider beamed at the both of them and with a clap of her hands they all vanished from the wizarding world.

When the people in the Great Hall felt the strange magic sealing the door disappear they burst into the room only to find it empty.
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