A/N: Good day friends!
As you might already know, this is a Harry Potter/Skyrim crossover, and my very first story. Don't worry, it's not THAT bad. Only bad. But not THAT bad.
So yeah, take the time to read this in its entirety and then tell me what you think. You know as well as I do that we love the idea of our boy wonder in the world we love. So review! Akatosh demands it! HAHA
Well, there isn't much to say about this story besides that it's a very long adventure for Harry. 30 chapters at the least with a sequel. But then again, I might have other thoughts on where this story should go and make the story shorter. But who knows. Just enjoy the ride yeah?
"Make sure you finish harvesting the cabbages and carrots by the end of the day Feubler! Merchants are coming all the way from Windhelm and it would be a shame if I hadn't anything to sell them!"
Feubler Stormbrewer smiled at his father, pushing a wheel barrow down the slope of the small hill there house stood proudly upon. He was quick to reply a 'yes father' before he proceeded to do as he was told. Much as he would like to instead sit under an a tree and read a book he had recently bought in Whiterun whilst he took a bite from the apple he had grown a few months back, Feubler knew that such an act would be the downfall of the farm there family owned. In fact, it would be the downfall of the family.
So he instead merrily pushed the wheel barrow towards where the cabbages and carrots were grown to finally harvest them. He knew what was up ahead of course; after he harvested them, he still had to process the vegetables so that the family, most especially his father, would know what vegetables were to be sold to whom and whatnot. After that, he had a long journey to do to deliver all the fruits and vegetables that they've grown to the towns and other settlements that paid to buy what they've planted. Whiterun, Dawnstar, Windhelm; you name it. As long as they pay and the people buying won't get you killed, you're good to go.
"Feubler! Lunch is at the table! Why don't you take a break my son and eat?" His mother cheerily said. Feubler smiled. Life may demand that you work hard, but it was well worth it.
He stopped his task for a while, carefully putting all the vegetables he's harvested into the small hut where they kept all the goods before going into his home. He ate his share and reported back to his father everything he'd accomplished in the past hour. His father was pleased.
Of course, his father would've been out there helping him if it weren't from the injury he'd sustained from the time he was an Imperial soldier. He was basically crippled and had a hard time walking. Feubler understood; he'd had his fair share of injuries, and knew that an injury is never good, no matter how small.
He went back to his task after a few moments of sitting under his favorite tree. Whiterun's walls glowered brightly in the distance. Feubler concluded long ago that any attack from raiders or other unwanted beings would be met with harsh resistance from the guards of Whiterun. They wouldn't let their territory be tainted with bad reputation of course. That and the fact that their family provided food for people helped the Jarl of Whiterun send people over immediately in case of an attack. And all Feubler and his family had to do was light up a big fire indicating an attack.
Feubler, well on his way to completing a fifth lane of cabbages, was suddenly interrupted from his musings by a bright flash of light that rendered him blind for a few moments. He fell down to the ground, screaming as his eyes burned from being exposed to the light. He heard the door to their house opening, and his younger brother of twelve running to him. His mother's worried voice soon followed, and then his father's.
"What happened?" He asked. It was obvious that he was panicking. But who wouldn't? A bright light suddenly puts your son down and said son screamed like a Nord woman in birth.
Of course, said scream sounded much like a Nord warrior going to battle.
Feubler rubbed his eyes, as the momentary pain he felt went away.
"By Sovngarde what happened?" He asked.
"That is what I would like to know. Was it raiders?" His father asked, eliciting a fearful whimper from his brother, causing his mother to hug him close.
"No. I don't think it was. It was some sort of magic. I just know it. But then again, mages have been known to side with some raiders." Feubler said. He wanted to stop saying they were being attacked by raiders. It made his brother scared.
But, who was he kidding? Raiders come out here all the time. He knew it was only a matter of time before they attacked and took everything.
"That settles that then. Get Thrair and your mother into the house. Get back here then with your sword, hurry!"
Feubler nodded and hurriedly went into the house with his brother and mother in tow. His father, even though crippled, could take care of himself. He'd seen him fight a bear with his sword, and he just knew he could handle a few raiders.
"Stay here and whatever you hear, do not come outside." He said, kneeling down to his brother and kissing him on the forehead. He smiled at him, "Protect mother okay kid?"
He nodded, but the look on his face suggested fear was still there.
He looked at his mother, and immediately went to his father, knowing that she got the message.
His father had his sword out, looking all around him, as if expecting them to come from everywhere. He couldn't blame him for looking a little comical; raiders have been known to use crude tactics in killing their victims.
"Should we light a signal fire?" He asked.
"Yes." His father said. "The more guards that are here, the bett-"
A loud moan of pain stopped all motion and sound. Both father and son stared at each wide eyed for a moment before another pained moan made them both turn to the source of the sound.
They nodded to each other, slowly approaching the source. It was behind one of the low stone walls that bordered the cabbages and carrots. They held their swords out, ready to slash and stab at anything that was hostile, when what they saw behind the wall made them both stop.
It was but a boy.
Blood ran down from his forehead to his white shirt. A lightning bolt shaped scar sat atop his forehead, just above the right eyebrow.
Feubler looked at his father, not knowing what to do. His father looked rather lost too, not expecting this.
Feubler finally managed to find his voice, "Father?"
"Get him to the house. Get him to the house. And treat his wounds, yes?" His father finally said. He was still wide eyed and breathing rather quickly. He sheathed his sword and turned around, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.
Feubler just turned back to the injured boy, sheathing his sword and carrying back to the house, still unsure and confused of everything that happened.
Hours before the Farm incident.
"Come on you stupid cunt! Get on with it yeah?"
Harry Potter would've laughed out loud at the taunting remark from his Godfather, if it hadn't been for the severity of the situation.
Bellatrix Lestrange let out a vicious growl as she stepped up her pace in casting spells, dark and not so dark, and the pair of wizards in front of her.
Sirius and Harry looked taken aback a bit by the speed in which she cast her spells, but immediately regained the foothold they had against her earlier.
"Stupefy!" Harry said, pointing his wand directly over the witch's heart.
She blocked it, followed it up with two killing curses that the two wizards just dodged.
Harry aimed at her feet, letting loose a quick 'Bombarda!'
This caught the ground in front of her, making her lose balance as rubble flew at her face. She looked stunned for a moment, and Sirius was quick to follow Harry's spell with a quick Stupefy straight to the face.
If she hadn't blocked it at least.
She let out a growl of frustration, slashing her wand sideways, which let out a visible cloud of wind that knocked Sirius and him to the ground. Twin Killing Curses left her wand, both of which Sirius and Harry dodged. It splattered harmlessly against the ground.
"New game plan pup." Sirius said, gritting his teeth as he blocked a stunning curse from Bellatrix.
"Yeah, I thought so too." Harry said, taking advantage of the momentary opening he had on Bellatrix when she sent a spell at Sirius.
The spell connected, surprisingly, and Bellatrix fell flat on her back once more.
Sirius looked at him, and said, "Well, good job pup. I alw-"
He was cut off as Bellatrix, again back with a vengeance, attacked with renewed vigor.
They blocked and dodged, and Sirius renewed his taunting regime, not quite focusing on the fight.
"Shite. Right well next time you knock her down, let's make sure she stays that way yeah?" Sirius said.
Harry only nodded in total agreement as he dodged a stray curse from somewhere in the fight surrounding them in the Department of Mysteries.
That was all Lestrange needed.
He was hit with a low powered Crucio that sent pain up and down his body. It wasn't like Voldemort's curse though; nowhere near it in fact. But that would be because of her sending it at him quite underpowered.
Sirius cursed her with a stunning spell, which broke the torture curse on Harry as she went to block the stunner. She screamed in rage, and Sirius, with a taunting remark on the tip of his tongue, never saw the stunner Bellatrix sent at him that if it connected, would've sent him straight into the veil.
Harry however, did. He ran towards him, 'Protego' on the tip of his tongue. He couldn't cast it however; as he was hit by the stunner well before he could even say the spell. The force sent him straight into Sirius, who landed on his backside on the floor.
Fighting in the room stopped as they watched Harry; still clutching his wand tightly in his hand, bounce slightly from the floor before rolling towards the mouth of the archway. The water-like mist of the archway was a menacing sight to behold as Harry clambered up to his feet, shrugging off the effects of the stunner.
Blood rolled down his head, soaking his shirt in a fine, red liquid. He was disoriented, swaying from left and right, and before anyone could react properly, Bellatrix, with a manic look in her eyes, a vicious smirk on her lips, sent a stunner at him.
Time slowed, and Sirius, still lying on his back, stared as the red beam of light flew above him. He arched his head backwards, looking at his still swaying godson. He would, from this day forth, never forget the look of horror on his godson's face as he saw the red beam.
It hit him squarely in the chest; his feet left the ground, upper body went backwards, right into the mist of the veil. He fell in.
Sirius screamed out in horror; same as almost everyone in the room that belonged to the light. Bellatrix, the newly revived Lucius, and the other Death Eaters looked on in glee. They screamed in triumph as the warriors of the light stared at them with rage filled eyes.
And thus, the battle was restarted.
Bellatrix was re-engaged by some other Order members, and within a few minutes of being on the defense, she sensed defeat and fled the scene, Sirius, Remus and Shacklebot following close behind.
Bellatrix laughed, the manic gleam in her eyes back in full force as she taunted Sirius.
Rage filled Sirius more, and in an act of extreme rage, stunned her silly. She flew off her feet and crashed straight into to the wall. When she slid down, a trail of blood remained on the wall.
"You think it's funny now? You bitch!"
She smiled up at him, laughing more insanely then before.
"Itsy bitsy Potter's dead! Lalalalala Potter's dead!" She said, a manic laugh following suit.
Sirius cried out in anguish, a look of anger on his face.
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"
Remus and Shacklebot stopped him from rushing to Bellatrix, as a gust of black cloud collected right in the middle of the atrium, and the form of pale, human man with snake like slits for nostrils stood before them.
It wasn't pain that a human usually wakes up to. It wasn't the feeling of a broken bone, a stinging wound, or an aching body that someone usually woke up to.
But that was not true for the boy that currently lied down in one of the beds inside the Stormbrewer home. He struggled to open his eyes, his brows scrunching up in pain as he coughed a bit.
A woman's voice echoed from somewhere to his left. "Thorin! Thorin he's awake!"
The sound of a door opening alerted the boy to a new person's presence.
Make that two people.
"Feubler, get the wet towel I've prepared in the kitchen." He heard an old voice say. The sound of footsteps were nearing him, but the boy continued to scrunch up his face in pain.
"You okay lad?" The man said.
The boy opened his eyes with great effort, allowing his eyes to adjust to the light in the room before replying.
"Water. Water please."
He nodded, and motioned for his wife who nodded and went out of the room.
"Where am I?" the boy asked.
"You're in my farm. Well actually you're in my home. We're just a few minutes out from Whiterun. Care to tell me what happened to you lad?" the man said.
"Whiterun? What's that?" he asked.
The old man looked surprised for a second, before a look of comprehension crossed his face.
"You must've hit the rock of the wall harder than I thought. Explains the amount of blood there. What do you remember lad?" He asked.
The boy scrunched up his face in concentration, which was a bit hard with all the pain he felt. He tried to remember something…anything actually. Images flashed in his head. There were images of a castle, an old man with a long beard, light that flew out from sticks, a girl with pink hair, and small creatures that looked like small demons and the like. They didn't provide any sort of useful information however, but suddenly, some information entered his mind.
"Harry. My names Harry Potter. I remember some stuff about magic, but that's all. That's all I remember, sorry." Harry said.
The man nodded and sighed out in relief. "Well that at least gives us something. Your name, Harry, it's not one from these lands. And judging by your looks, I think you're a Breton lad. You said something about magic? You must've come all the way from High Rock to study some magic in the College of Win-"
"Wait, I don't understand. I don't understand anything from what you're saying." Harry said, sitting up and ignoring the pain that shot up his body.
The old man looked confused for a second, before nodding in understanding.
"I guess I forgot what it felt like to not remember something. Look lad; you better get some rest for now. I don't think it wise to get out of bed for a while." He said.
Harry nodded, lying back down and closing his eyes as the old man's son and wife re-entered the room. He drank the water and laid the wet towel on his forehead as he allowed the coolness of the thing to calm his mind for a bit.
Where was he? Judging from what the old man said, he was somewhere near a place called Whiterun. He didn't know where that was. And what was up with the old man? From what he wore, Harry would've mistaken him for being from someone from the medieval era.
Medieval era? When was that?
Harry just shook his head as he felt a headache coming along.
It wasn't long before sleep took him.
It took a full two weeks for Harry to recover enough to allow him to walk. He remembered quite a few number of things in that span of time. One being a few spells, two being his wand, and three was the memory of a small battle taking place in a chamber of sorts. He couldn't remember much from the event, aside from himself fighting beside this black haired man.
Feubler, the son of Thorin (the old man who took him in) gave him his wand the day he remembered about it.
"I found it a couple of hours after we patched you up. It looked pretty important, what with the thing having intricate designs on it, so I kept it. I guess it really was important, it being your mage stuff after all." He remembered him saying.
He didn't understand why, but whenever he told Thorin and his family something about magic, he felt uncomfortable. He also had this inkling feeling telling him that he shouldn't tell them anything about magic. He just shrugged it off as something of a side effect of his condition.
There was another thing that bugged him though. He remembered doing tasks much more easily than how Thorin and their family did it. For instance, water. Harry remembered opening this cabinet looking thing to fetch some water, or getting it from a device that stored it. Thorin and his family however, used a river nearby to drink.
He was very confused, but soon, he adapted to the new way of life, and soon forgot his woes about how Thorin and his family did things.
A few more days passed, and Harry recovered fully. He wanted to remember now, and he focused his mind to do so. It yielded nothing however, and raised more questions than answers.
And he wanted answers.
And so he asked Thorin for help one day.
"Thorin, sir." Harry said.
"Yes lad?" he said.
"It's not that I don't enjoy your hospitality and such, but, I'd like to remember things. One being who I truly am and where I came from and what I did. But, you know how bad my situation is. I don't even know of what Whiterun is, who the Jarl is (in fact, Harry didn't even know what a Jarl was) and where Skyrim or High Rock is. Nor of the elves and the war with the Empire." He said rather hurriedly.
Thorin laughed a hearty laugh and looked at Harry. "In short, you need help lad."
Harry smiled back at him and nodded.
Thorin motioned for him to follow, and Harry did so. They walked out to the farm, where they saw Feubler and his brother planting some new seeds.
"Harry, I can't even begin to tell you how odd you are. From your clothes and name to your still as of yet unknown past, you are an odd fellow."
Harry grimaced a bit at this. He knew very well how out of place he was.
"Don't worry lad. I'll help you. Let's start with this. Whenever someone asks who you are, never, ever tell them Harry Potter. The first time I heard that spur from your mouth I had half a mind to go and get guards from Whiterun to arrest you. Odd names such as yours can get a lot of people interested in you, and a lot more fearing you. In these times, where it seems that the elves control Skyrim, Nords from across the land are paranoid, and often times even the most absurd things can be the cause of someone's death."
Harry nodded grimly at this.
"Start using Breton names lad, cause you look like one. I advice using the name Ulrich. It is not a common name for Breton's here in Skyrim, which, I think, would help you in a number of ways." He said.
Harry furrowed his brows, confused.
"Just go with my advice lad. Anyway, the fact that you can do magic, even though your way is most unusual, suggests that you've studied in the College of Winterhold. Luckily, if my guess is correct, your unusual way of performing magic is something new taught to mages these days. But even I doubt that."
Harry nodded at that. Feubler could do a bit of magic, and his way was…different. Okay, who was he kidding? His way was VASTLY different from his way. The first time he heard the Feubler could do magic, he was filled with hope that someone may now be able to help him completely. The different way he performed his magic shattered the hope completely.
"So I advice you, go to Winterhold and to the college. If you are in fact, a student there, then they can help you. But if not, then I know not what else to say. Just know that our doors are open to you. I've already instructed Feubler to prepare a pack for you. We've filled it with food and canteens of water. I've also spared 100 septims for you. It should last you quite a good number of meals should you ever consume all the supplies I've given you."
Harry just didn't know what to say. These people barely knew him and yet, they helped him so much!
Thorin smiled at him. "I only wished I could come with you lad, but I have a bad leg. Feubler might be able to come, but I'm afraid I can't spare his services to you. The road to Winterhold is filled with dangers even Imperial Guards and elves can't completely stop. I cannot risk my son. Even though I admit that you feel like a son to me now, I know you have your own way."
Harry bit back a sob. Something in Thorin's admittance to him feeling like a son to him hit Harry hard. And he didn't even know why. Instead, he threw on a face of determination, and nodded to the man.
"You can leave tomorrow if you want. Just understand me when I say that the road ahead of you will be hard."
Harry nodded, and said. "I shall go tomorrow then."
Thorin nodded back, and went back inside his house, with Harry following a few minutes later.
A/N: So how was it? Is it good? Review guys!
So anyway, if you like it and felt it was too short, forgive me but I felt it best to cut it short. The next chapter hopefully would be of the beginning of Harry's adventure.
I'd like to point out some things now:
I've planned to get this story to last at least 30 chapters. It'll play out like a LOTR story, only with a bit more battle, fantasy, and magic to the side. This is the first of what I believe would be a two step story for Harry. One to explore his time in Skyrim, and another story to explore his return.
So with that in mind, I'd like to thank you for taking the time to read this! Oh and criticism is nice! Long as you're just being honest of course!
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