Inheriting a Draconian Mantle Book 1

Chapter 4

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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Dragon and Rider circled towards one of the ramparts of the school.  After landing a door was quickly found which allowed the pair to make good time in reaching Gryffindor tower.  The whole school was abuzz with news of Harry Potter’s actions in his first potions class.  When the famous wizard walked through the passage to the common room protected by a portrait, he was met with the stares of most of the residents of his house and silence.  The silence only lasted a few moments before a torrent of sound erupted from the students as they cheered the celebrity on.  Congratulations were spewed forth by many, led by the Weasley twins. 

Some minutes later Harry finally made it to Hermione and Neville sitting on one of the couches. 

“I think you’re going to be even more of a legend around here than you already were Harry,” Neville declared with a grin.

“Harry…how could you assault a teacher?  You nearly killed him,” Hermione admonished quietly; perfectly aware she would get no support from any of the Gryffindors present in her views.

“Hermione, do you trust me?” Harry asked simply.

“Of course Harry.  You know I trust you with my life,” the book loving young woman declared while conveying her gratitude and affection for her best friend with her entrancing brown eyes. 

“I know some information about Snape and Dumbledore that nobody else in this school, in the magical world, knows.  I’m not yet ready to reveal what this knowledge entails or how I know it.  But someday in the future you will know and you will hate Albus Dumbledore and Severus Snape for it.  I think I’ve showed great restraint in not killing either of them.  Now, would you like to start on some homework?” The Potter warrior inquired.

Hermione stared intently at her friend for a moment longer before nodding her agreement.  Neville also agreed to change subjects, thinking what his friend had done was bloody brilliant. 

“I suppose we missed tea with Hagrid,” Harry mused.  “Although I doubt I will be receiving another invite given what just occurred between the Headmaster and I,” the sorcerer added as he idly twirled Dumbledore’s former wand. 

The Potter male felt an affinity with the wand taken as a trophy.  The foci gave off the sensation that magic would be easier to channel through it.

“Isn’t that Professor Dumbledore’s wand Harry?” Hermione whispered.

Harry flicked the wand and erected a cone of silence around himself and his two friends.

“It just might be Hermione,” agreed the warlock as he marveled at the ease with which he had just erected that enchantment. 

The spell had barely taken any effort at all and less magic than usual from its caster. 

“Wait a second…that wand is made of Elder wood,” the plant loving Neville exclaimed.

“So,” Hermione replied with confusion shared by Harry.

“Sometimes I forget that you two aren’t magic raised given how skilled you are with magic.  There is a legend called The Tale of the Three Brothers.  These three brothers, the Peverell brothers, were said to have been gifted three objects from Death himself when they managed to cross a river without being killed.  These three gifts/objects are called the Deathly Hallows.  The Hallows consisted of a stone which could summon shades of deceased loved ones, an invisibility cloak that could conceal its wearer from Death itself, and a wand which could perform feats of magic not normally possible and which ensured its wielder was never defeated in battle,” Neville explained.  “The Elder wand was the only wand that was ever made of elder wood.  Normally that wood is too unstable for wand material.  Previous attempts to use that wood in wands have resulted in the wielder losing an arm or more in a violent magical explosion.  Harry you must be very careful.  Many people throughout history have searched for the Hallows and even today many would kill for even one.”