Prologue

Harry refused to return to his relatives, last year he had tried to ask the headmaster to allow him to stay at Hogwarts over the summer, but was refused. After that he had thought about running away, yet he always felt like he was being watched, even though he couldn't see anybody.

Ever since he was young he had learned to trust his instincts, they had helped him keep out of trouble and avoid being caught whenever he took the risk of taking some food out of his relatives fridge and pantry.

Last year he was unable to make any plans, he couldn't gather supplies. On that last day he had tried to find an opportunity to sneak away, to at least get away, but there was not a single moment in which he was alone. Ron and Hermione stuck close by him in order to spend as much time with him as possible before summer vacation separated them.

Then the summer happened and his relatives learned after a bit that he couldn't do magic over the summer, the only thing that had been keeping them somewhat off his back. The last Harry saw of his Uncle the man looked murderous. Harry was to scared to return to his relatives, and he was tired of being their prey.

This year he was going to escape, no matter what it took. After the ordeal of the chamber of secrets Harry learned that the Headmaster could understand parseltongue, but not speak it. Which meant he couldn't get into the chamber. That could be where he lived, plus there was something in the chamber that kept tugging at him to come back. Still if he was going to live in the chamber he needed food and water.

Help came to him in the form of Dobby the house elf. The little elf had came to him that night after blasting Lucius across the room. He had professed his gratitude and offered his apologies once more for trying to get Harry to stay away from Hogwarts.

Curious Harry asked why Dobby was bound to Lucius and learned that house elves had to be bound to a wizard or else they would die after a decade or so. Harry was horrified to learn that Dobby was going to die and impulsively asked if Dobby would want him as a master.

Dobby was ecstatic and started crying happily. So the elf bound himself to Harry. With that Harry learned that Dobby would obey all his commands, though if the elf disliked them, Harry was sure that Dobby could figure a way around them. Discussing his plans with Dobby the elf suggested that he could bring Harry food and water. This way no one had the chance to discover him sneaking around to get food.

With the plan in motion Harry just needed to a moment to slip away. He wanted everyone to think he had gone onto the train and so couldn't disappear the day before.

The morning of the last day dawned and people were rushing about to pack everything. Then they were leaving towards the train, "Ron, Harry! Do you have everything?"

"Yeah," Ron answered and rolled his eyes.

"I think so, I can't help but feel as if I'm missing something though."

"You got your clothes? Wand? Textbooks? Summer homework?"

Harry made a horrified face as if he realized what he forgot, "I think I left Snape's assignment in my room."

"You better grab it real quick."

He gave a nod, "I'll find you guys on the train."

With that he turned and made his way back, but as soon as he was out of eyesight from the other students he put his invisibility cloak on and made his way to the second floor bathroom. With a hiss of $Open$ the hidden passage opened up. Glad that Myrtle wasn't around he slid down the slide. He grimaced at all of the slime that was here.

The tugging sensation that he had been feeling was stronger here, first though he would have to set up an area to sleep. "Dobby!" He called out and a pop later the little elf was there, "Could you help me clear this up?"

"Of course Master Harry!"

With a few snaps of Dobby's fingers and a few spells from Harry's wand, the chamber was a bit cleaner, though the corpse of the giant basilisk was still there. He shuddered as he remembered killing it with the sword, the basilisk had been a mighty predator, but Harry had proved to be the stronger one. "Dobby can send the corpse to the goblins to be made chopped into parts for selling if Master Harry wishes it."

"Sure," It was better than leaving it rot after all. Dobby went to the basilisk and put his hand on the corpse, and with a large pop they were both gone. With the basilisk gone Harry decided to explore, after all there might already be a bedroom or somewhere to sleep.

The first place to look would be where the basilisk came out of, surely there had to be something it was guarding in there. Harry started towards the open doorway which hadn't closed automatically and entered. The corridor quickly darkened and he cast lumos. Further and further he walked until the tunnel started to become more open.

A strange rattling noise came from further up and Harry paused a moment later a skeleton came into view and it was charging at him with a sword. With a yelp of surprise he quickly stopped casting lumos and instead cast Incendio. The skeleton collapsed into a pile of bones.

Shuddering he recast lumos and continued on, though he was being more careful now, as it seemed the basilisk wasn't the only thing protecting whatever was hidden in the chamber of secrets. With the tugging getting stronger, Harry was starting to suspect that whatever was being hidden is the thing that is calling for him. Another ten minutes of walking and a couple more skeletons he made it into a large open chamber.

The room was lined with some kind of box, a couple of them open or cracked revealing corpses with grey hollow looking flesh, though they still seemed somewhat preserved. Towards the furthest end of the room was another box only it was on the ground flat. Behind the tomb was a wall with carvings on it, one of the carvings was faintly glowing and blue tendrils of light were coming out of it towards him.

Hesitantly he made his way closer to the wall. Stopping in front of the tomb as he saw a small journal on it. Grabbing it he saw that it was written by Salazar Slytherin.

'I have stumbled across this ancient crypt while we were building the school. This tomb seems to be home to some kind of ancient warrior, the books I have found have taken a while to translate even in english, but it became clear that this ancient warrior, or perhaps hero was actually from another world, or maybe our world, but in a time long before human history. If it is truly from another world, then how did it get here? If it is from our world, then how has an entire civilization been lost? No where in the mundane world has a similar crypt or writings been discovered, yet neither has any other magical settlements made a note about this.

Another oddity is the wall of words behind the tomb, the language in the books is in fact entirely different from it which isn't english at all. The books at least seemed to be an ancient form of english, though perhaps that was simply the natural magicks at work allowing me to view it as an ancient english. Rowena and Helga say that the wall gives them a bad feeling, bat at least Godric seems to be as curious about it as I am. Strange that Rowena who loves to know everything wishes nothing to do with the wall, while Godric who usually is fine leaving things to themselves is the only other person interested in it.'

Pages looked like they were ripped out and torn and there was only a couple other legible entries, mostly with Salazar ranting about his frustration of not finding anything, the last was that he had figured out that someone called a 'Dovahkiin' was the only one who would be able to make use of the wall.

Salazar's last line was ominous in stating he wanted to figure out how to trick the wall into believing Salazar was this 'Dovahkiin' person. Looking at the wall he frowned as he noticed that one of the strange symbols that was possibly a word was glowing faintly, as if beckoning him.

Did that mean that Salazar had been successful in getting the wall to work? If so then what did it do? Hesitantly he stepped closer trying to get a better look, as he moved towards the wall the glowing got stronger and he noticed now that a three sections of the symbols were glowing, rather than the one he had assumed. Now though there was a faint noise underneath, that as he took an unconscious step closer got louder, sounding like singing.

"Our Hero, our hero claims a warrior's heart. I tell you, I tell you, the dragonborn comes. With a voice wielding power of the ancient nord art. Believe, Believe, the dragonborn comes. It's an end to the evil, of all skyrim's foes. Beware, Beware the dragonborn comes. For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows. You'll know, you'll know, the dragonborn's come."

Harry tried to stop moving, but the tugging was overwhelming now and he found himself continuing forward towards the glowing blue words. As he stood in front of the words they seemed to almost come of the wall and shift. The unrecognizable symbols turned into letters that he could read, but they still made no sense. 'Bex Miiraaka Vus' Then silence fell and he understood what the words meant. Bex Miiraaka Vus, Open Portal to Nirn.

With a confused frown he traced his finger over the now non glowing word wall. What happened? Why did he seemingly learn what those symbols meant. Nicking his finger on the stone he pulled the now bleeding finger away.

Stepping back he took in the word wall in whole and now with the glowing gone he could see that another type of symbols appeared surrounding the word wall and spiralling onto the floor. These symbols though he faintly recognized as ruins from a having heard Hermione talk about the subject she would be taking next year.

She had even convinced him to take Runes with her, despite him initially wanting to take divination for the easy O. But Hermione's argument about thinking about their future had reached him.

It was then he noticed the blood from his finger drip down onto the rune sequence and the whole array lit up a dark red.

There was a sense a presence and then Harry felt like he was being judged by someone, or something. How had the rune sequence activated? Didn't they need magic and a password to be activated?

What was the sequence doing? Harry tried to move to get away from the presence that was getting heavier and heavier, but he found he couldn't move. Perhaps exploring the tugging sensation had been a bad idea.

Interesting, I suppose you will have to do. I shall gift you the meanings of the words you have learned, in return you, Harrison James Potter, will defeat Alduin in due time.

The voice which originated all around him, yet came seemingly from nowhere had a rumbling tone to it, making it sound strange, foreign.

Another wave of light started to form and swirl into him, after a moment Harry understood the words on a whole new level, he knew how to use them. It was as if he could say the words and the words themselves would bend reality to his whim.

This knowing was strange, but brought forth a strange feeling, he felt more powerful and he desired to learn more about this language he had found. With this understanding he knew that it would be taking him away, to someplace far away from Hogwarts. How was he supposed to return though?

When your school is ready to start I will gift you the knowledge needed to come back.

Well that's good at least. A bit nerving that whatever was speaking to him could read his thoughts though. Was it just him or did the presence seemed to be getting stronger, it was getting harder to think, "Who is this Alduin you want me to defeat?"

Alduin, the world eater, he will eventually try to destroy the world, though he will take his time as he enjoys causing the mortals fear. Do not fret, you shall have time to get stronger and prepare for the trials you will face.

Getting stronger did sound good, especially since Voldemort seemed to be after him. Both years of Hogwarts he had to deal with that megalomaniac. Mind made up he focused on the words, "Bex Miiraaka Vus!"

In front of him a purple oval opened up red swirling into deeper and deeper. Harry wanted to step away, to turn and run. Yet he still found himself stepping forward into the portal.

Then he was falling, or perhaps flying. Maybe he was walking forward, maybe he wasn't moving at all. He couldn't tell. Just that the previous pressure was replaced by a different sort of pressure, a more physical one that seemed to be squishing him, compressing him into a tube, or maybe trying to squeeze him through the eye of a needle.

The pressure soon became to much and black took over his vision. He felt himself impact the ground with a thud and his conscious faded away.

A/n: A new Harry Potter Skyrim story, this is way different than anything I've planned before, so I hope you guys enjoy, I have no idea when I'll next update it. I have a plan though. So this starts at the end of second year. Not everything has been canon up to this point, but nothing important has been changed at the moment.