Beware the Jabberwock

King Galbatorix laughed, eyes twinkling much like Dumbledore's had. "Yes, Harry. Dragon riders. Come, let me show you this world. I'm sure there is a place for you here." Harry had grown up in a cupboard. He'd been thrown headfirst into a world of magic, been expected to save them all. Something hungry inside him trembled at the idea of having somewhere he'd belong.