Inheriting a Draconian Mantle Book 1

Chapter 3

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognized characters or universes within.  If I did…I would have ended the Inheritance Cycle with Arya and Eragon in love and entangled in a heated, naked, and sweaty mess in their bed.  Harry Potter would have been smarter and taken every opportunity he had to make love to the gorgeous Miss Granger and when they were old enough he would have made her the next Mrs. Potter. 

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It was a weird experience for the Rider but he found he could hold a conversation with those around him while still being aware of the general intentions of those around him.  This was likely another skill gleaned from Merlin’s father.  Now aware of just how far Dumbledore would go to manipulate Harry Potter the celebrity in question quickly scanned the general intentions of his compartment companions to make sure they were not agents of the Headmaster.  None of the other five in the compartment proved to be plants by the old man but something else the mage sensed surprised him.  With the exception of Hannah every female in the compartment was highly attracted to the Potter heir. 

“What’s going on?” Harry mentally inquired as he scanned the reasons the females were all drawn to him.

The Rider found he emitted some kind of musky aroma that drove the girls to distraction.  There was also an aura of power about Harry that the witches could sense. 

“I too sense these things,” Saphira confirmed.

“Why did you not say anything?” The mage queried.

“I thought they were normal for a wizard-Rider,” the dragon replied.  “Besides…I do not think it is harmful.  It is very…pleasant,” Saphira added with the mental equivalent of a contented purr. 

Harry continued to ponder this oddity as the train took off and began its journey towards Hogwarts.   Around noon a lady pushing a food cart opened the door and inquired if anyone within the compartment wanted anything.  The wealthy Potter heir purchased enough food to share with his companions while also being able to sample something of everything. 

“What card did you get Harry?” Neville questioned after the Rider had consumed a chocolate frog, snatching the enchanted confection from the air before it could leap away. 

“Nicholas Flamel,” Harry announced.

“His card is rather rare,” Hannah pointed out.

The shape-shifter began to examine the card.

Nicholas Flamel

Not much is known about Nicholas Flamel.  Born in 1327 A.D. Flamel is considered to be the greatest alchemist to ever live.  Nicholas is the only known creator of the Philosopher’s Stone and the Elixir of Life which is generated as a byproduct from the stone.  Nicholas and his wife Perenelle are known friends of Albus Dumbledore.  Flamel enjoys attending the opera. 

The appearance of the old alchemist was familiar to Harry for some reason.  The ancient man’s features reminded the Potter heir strongly of someone but he couldn’t exactly pin down who that person would be.  Oddly enough Flamel’s image walked out of sight in the card for some time before reappearing later on. 

Harry made sure he and his new friends weren’t disturbed by any of his fans and people who wanted to gawk at the celebrity by applying a simple charm he had learned from the minds of the Weasley brothers to the compartment door.  The Notice-Me-Not charm was rather simple to use which was good since the Rider possessed only memories of using the charm and no actual experience.  Over the past month the Potter heir had discovered that he could channel his wizarding powers through the silver mark on his palm without needing a wand.  This method of channeling power took greater mental focus than using magic with a wand but a little extra effort was worth it to get away from being completely dependent upon a fragile piece of wood.