Long ass foreword:

Foreword: All right, I've probably edited the description by now but whatev. Okay this is a Harry Potter/Skyrim crossover, but you don't need to know anything from Skyrim (I think). This fic doesn't have a lot from Skyrim except in mention. In my current storyboard he will eventually go back to Skyrim eventually but things change so who knows? You probably want to have read Harry Potter because it would be a pain describing everything from the HP world in detail for new readers.

I have read a LOT of Harry potter fan fictions, so I am definitely going to have things from my favorites stories. One of the best in my opinion was 'A Second Chance at Life'. It was so good with so many great original ideas that it heavily influenced me. SO you might see influences from that in my ideas. Sorry to Miranda Flairgold if you think I copied stuff, I'm doing my best not too. Other than that I have too many favorites to mention so you may see influences from so many other fics.

Tldr; Influences from other fics but originality. Don't need to know Skyrim or Elder Scrolls.

I've already written multiple chapters for this fic. But I don't know how fast I'll update this because I like to review and edit stuff a LOT. SO if you guy's wanna post reviews that would be great too. No flamers or whatever please. I wanna get some helpful responses. If you hated it tell me why (but I probably wont change much cause I'm writing this for my overactive imagination, not for you, sorry). If someone points out real issues I will edit. As of now, I am blazing through this story because I am having so much fun writing it. Its gonna be long so I may run out of juice eventually and updates may start to run slow but I will do my best not to abandon it (I love it too much too even think about it). That being said I am a college student and life happens so cross your fingers.

Tldr; Author writes pretty fast, but updates on irregular schedule. (College Student) Reviews welcome, no flamers or haters

This is not a Godlike Harry story. He will eventually be extremely powerful (perhaps even godlike) but his enemies will almost always be as strong or more powerful. That's right enemies, Voldemort isn't the only bad guy in this. But he will be play a major part. Voldemort struck fear into the hearts of every witch and wizard in Britain and I wanna show that. There's gonna be plot twists and mysterious that eventually get revealed so don't assume anything yet.

Tldr; Strong Harry + Strong villains. Voldemort scary. PLOT TWISTS!

There will be romance, but no one love bullshit, at least at first. Harry will date multiple girls. Eventually settle on one, no harems cause I'm going for realistic fantasy. He will be straight cause Im straight I would probably butcher a gay romance cause I have no clue how to write that.

Tldr; Straight Harry, not Harem story.

The chant in the prologue is made with the Dragon language translator at www. thuum. No spaces, I added that cause I have no idea about Fanfiction's rules for web links.

Tldr; Good story. Please read.

Let me know what you think!

The two gods/beings at the end are from the Elder Scrolls. I have studied the Elder Scrolls wiki for information on the history/creation/religion/lore of the Elder Scrolls and will be using it in my story with a touch of my own imagination. Everything should be easy to follow even if you don't know or haven't played any of the elder scrolls games. You might have to look up images of some characters/creatures because I may skip a few basic descriptions of some things. (Just Google the thing and Elder Scrolls and it should be the first image-it will be really easy). Things will be explained later.

As the Dursleys drove away from the Private Drive leaving only their nephew behind locked in the cupboard under the stairs of their house, Vernon Dursley let out a sigh of relief. The boy scared him, everything about the boy was unnatural; he was too smart for a four year old, and in the few times he displayed it, had an unnatural amount of balance and strength. He learned things just from listing and watching and was always disappearing the moment you turned your eyes away from him. Even when locked in the cupboard he would listen and learn. Sometimes Vernon could swear he felt an unnatural chill when staring into the boy's eyes, those bloody green eyes that were filled with unnatural intelligence. Vernon Dursley was not an intelligent man, but he knew that when a four year old sounded smarter than an adult man that something unnatural was going on. He chalked it up to the boy's unnatural parents, for the life of him he couldn't understand how Petunia was related to such unnaturalness. It wasn't right for people to be that strange, they all must have made a deal with the devil or some sort for their unnaturalness. He was glad to be away from the boy. He had become even more inquisitive in the last year, always asking questions and trying to run away to the public library nearby. He was even starting to throw little Dudley around when the boy was 2 times his size! Yes, he was glad to be away from the little devil. At the rate things were going Vernon Dursley would have to do something before the boy became too strong and smart for the Dursleys to handle.

Back in Number Four Private Drive little Harry Potter dressed in a too large red polo and a too large blue shorts fiddled with the lock on the cupboard. He had fashioned a lock-pick with two bobby pins. He had learned last week how to pick locks from a library book, now he was putting that to the test. After a few minutes there was an audible 'click' and the door swung open. Four-year-old Harry Potter stood proud in the doorway with a large smile. He put the bobby pins away and strode out into the kitchen. The Dursleys had left to the amusement park in order to cheer up Dudley after Harry threw him over his shoulder. Dudley had been beating harry lately so Harry had looked up various martial arts books a month ago so he could stop the larger boy. He knew the Dursleys would never help him so he had to help himself.

Harry looked around the kitchen; the first thing he had to do was find food. As usual the Dursleys had barley fed him anything and he was starving.

But suddenly Harry fell to the ground clutching his head. It was like a thousand bells ringing inside his brain. Young Harry had no idea what was going on and cried out in pain, his senses being overloaded. The bells continued to chime, starting to take on a ritualistic melody. Then drums started to beat. The noise got louder and suddenly he could hear chanting.

Dovahkiin o Dovahkiin

Voth zul do Dovah mu for

Dovahkiin o Dovahkiin

Voth Qeth do Dovah mu for

Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin mu for fah hin frey

Sav mii Dovahkiin, faal Dovah Alok einzuk

The chant was obviously in a different language, one Harry didn't recognize yet strangely he could understand it.

Dragonborn o Dragonborn

With Bone of Dragons we call

Dragonborn o Dragonborn

With Voice of Dragons we call

Dragonborn, Dragonborn we call for your aid

Save us Dragonborn, the Dragons Rise again

Whosawhat? Harry couldn't make sense of the chant, he couldn't think with all the noise; the chanting repeated again and again, the drums steadily got louder. Harry cried out but he knew no one would hear. The Dursleys had left to the amusement park. Harry of course was stuck alone and without help.

He could feel the pounding in his head; it felt like it was reverberating within his chest. He couldn't move from his kneeling position with his hands against his ears, eyes shut in pain. The pain increased with the sound of the music and the beating of the drums. Faster and faster the drums went, the speed of the chanting increased. Harry's body began to tingle, like static shock jumping all over his body at once. The music started to reach a climax, the beating in his soul started to become pounding. The electric shocks all over his body became painful, increasing in pain as the beating increased. Suddenly the music reached a climax and Harry screamed out. All he could feel was pain, electrifying pain throughout his little body and through his very soul. As soon as it came it was gone and Harry lost consciousness.

"Boy what are you doing here? … Hey boy wake up!"

Four year old Harry woke up with a start. He didn't feel any more pain, Harry let out a sigh of relief. He wanted to cry, the pain had been so bad! But he toughed it out, with a stiff upper lip he looked up at the person who woke him.

It was a blonde haired woman, dressed in a red and black outfit. Her features were average looking, like someone who could be confused with any average looking blonde women. She had her hair tied back in a ponytail. It was hard to tell her age with her bland features, she could have been anywhere between 20 to 40.

Suddenly Harry realized he was outside, he looked around in wonder. He was sitting in middle of a forest unlike any he had seen ever before. The trees were huge, to little Harry they looked taller then most buildings. There were strange plants all around that he had never seen or even read about before. One was even glowing!

"Hey boy I asked you a question."

Harry turned back to the lady, scared by the new strict tone she used.

"I don't know, I was in the Dursleys house a moment ago. I escaped the cupboard and suddenly heard singing. Now I'm here." Harry said looking around again. "Where am I? And How tall are those trees? They're HUGE! And what are you wearing?" He babbled as he took in his surroundings again.

Astrid stared at the boy rubbing her chin in thought. A lost boy appearing outside the Dark Brotherhood's headquarters by magical means? Could this possibly be an act by the Night Mother? Did she want Astrid to enlist the boy? She needed to know more.

"Are these Dursleys your guardians? And what do you mean you escaped?" Astrid asked the babbling boy using a sweet tone to coerce the boy into revealing more.

"Yep, but there really mean, they locked me in a cupboard and left but I learned how to lock pick things and got out. Hey what's that glowing plant?" Harry said.

Astrid grinned to herself. A toddler who could lock pick? This was obviously an act of the Night Mother. The boy was obviously meant to join the Brotherhood and serve the Night Mother as an assasin. Astrid just had to make sure she wouldn't be caught for taking the boy.

"Lock picking at such a young age! What an accomplishment! You must be very smart! What's your name little boy?" Astrid asked using the sweet motherly tone of voice again.

"My names Harry!" Harry said enthusiastically. He really liked this lady, she was nice to him and she even complimented his lock picking skills!

"Will these Dursleys miss you boy?" Astrid asked. She had to wonder at these strange names, Harry? Dursleys? This boy must have been brought from some far away place. He must be very special for the Night Mother to make such an effort!

"No way, there probably happy I'm gone! They don't like me asking questions or learning things. Well I'm glad I'm gone too, I don't want to go back ever again!" Harry said with a stubborn pout.

Astrid grinned. This was the perfect package. A young child with huge potential and no strings? The Night Mother was still with the Brotherhood, even if she was currently silent; she just worked in different ways now.

"Why don't you come with me boy? I have a family that would treat you well; we wont lock you up anywhere and we will teach you lots of new things! What do you say?" Astrid asked trying to hide her grin.

"Okay!" Harry said with a smile full of innocence. Astrid smiled at him and took his hand. Once he was walking along behind her she let her grin show.

In another plane of existence two beings of immeasurable power discussed the life of little Harry Potter.

The beings seem to stand in space itself, only there were no stars. Just the black limitless reach of the void, the being that lived here was the void itself. The vast reach of space was his domain, a part of his very essence. It was the void, it was Sithis; as such it had no body. It could manifest one if it wished, but that was beneath it. That was for mortals and lesser beings; those called the Et'Ada (the Aedra and Daedra) or Gods.

The other being was possibly just as powerful. It was the most powerful of the Et'Ada, the physical manifestation of Time itself. It was called Akatosh. Unlike Sithis it had a physical body. It stood in a humanoid shape with the head and scales of a dragon. It was dressed in a robe that seemed to display the events of Time itself. Battles, exploding stars, evolving life all played across its robe. It stood in the void, possibly the center but it was impossible to tell because of the never-ending blackness that surrounded it.

"What have you done?" Akatosh asked the void.

"You seem to forget that I am your elder. Isn't it custom of the mortals you love to respect ones elder? Respect my power at the least Akatosh. You seem to always forget it." Sithis spoke, its tone displaying condescension to the other being.

"My power is as immeasurable as yours is Sithis. It's why you fear It, is it not?" Akatosh responded, ignoring the comment on mortals. That was not a matter it wished to discuss, especially with a being that thought Akatosh itself was an unnecessary addition to the universe.

There was silence after Akatosh's comment. It seemed reluctant to speak of the matter.

"You meddled in the affairs of mortals. I could feel your touch on the Dovahkiin. If I felt it then It felt it as well. You have alerted It to the boy and possibly Lorkhan's Inspiration. You know the disaster that could come from that." Akatosh continued.

"End your fears Akatosh. I barley did anything; all I did was change the boys end point as he traveled through the void. A favor to my Night Mother" Sithis responded.

"Your indulgence in that minor being has meddled Time itself! You've placed him too early! I am now blind to the boy's fate. The boy's destiny now definitely entwines with It. Before it was only a few timelines that predicted their meeting, but now all of them do. There is no avoiding the collision. You know what this could mean! Your indulgence has possibly ended us all! Why could you not leave the boy to his travels? The Dovahkiin has always been a random factor in Aurbis(The Universe), but now? A random factor uncontrolled by anything colliding with It? You've spelled our destruction! I know It, it will use the boy to escape and then their will be no stopping it. Worse it could travel to Lorkhan's Inspiration. The beings there will give it immeasurable power. We have no direct control of the beings that live there. Can you imagine the disaster if the boys enemy met It? " Akatosh said.

"Anything that travels through the void is mine! Your dare question what I do in my own realm? You fear the unknown Akatosh, now that you are blind to Time you panic. As you said, the Dragonborn is a random variable, instead of It's escape it could mean It's destruction. It is weak, a shell of what it once was. He is Dragonborn, a part of your own soul, as I understand it. They would have collided anyway, maybe in a less direct manner but those with your essence will always be drawn to it. We shall watch what happens and if It gains a foothold we will interfere. None of your brethren will dare to question us. Cease your fears, Akatosh it is unbecoming of you." Sithis responded.

"You underestimate it just as you underestimate me Sithis."

"And you fear what you cannot see. Enough of this squabbling, as the mortals say 'the past is the past', you should understand this best Akatosh. We shall watch and see. " Sithis responded.

Akatosh didn't respond. He instead turned his eye to Time, specifically the present. He watched as Harry was taken by Astrid and spoke "The Dragonborn has always had a great destiny, but you, Dovahkiin, have the greatest of any." With that he faded from the void, returning to his own dimension.