Voldemort had plans. He had been scheming the entire summer, trying to think of ways to get rid of Dumbledore and his annoying band of worshipers. Not to mention devising a plot for killing the Brat-Who-Doesn't-Know-How-To-Die. He was determined there must be a way to do this without taking any foolish risks. So, he started researching. Of course he didn't do all the work himself, that's why he has minions, but there was no way he would allow some of his followers to even look at the more rarer books he had in his collections.

His Death Eaters were becoming more and more agitated and nervous with each day he spent researching Dark rituals and magic. It was quite frustrating, to tell the truth, as all he had found that was even remotely useful was a faded, old book.

Its cover was a grayish violet. Maybe ages ago it would have been a brilliant, royal purple, but time had taken its toll on it and it was no longer as beautiful as it once had been. Several pages had been torn or simply fallen out of it, and on some pages the handwritten text wasn't distinguishable as writing any more. The most peculiar feature it had however, was a big symbol on it. It resembled an upside down U, with a dot in its center.

The contents of the book were disturbing, to say the least. It spoke of beings, Daedra, who were often mistaken for demons. The most powerful of their kind were called Daedric princes, and had the powers of gods. It told of the realm where Daedra lived, and the lands the princes governed. Yet the book was incoherent and missed several important pieces of information, including how he could summon one and force it to do his will.

A Daedric prince would bring him immense advantages in the upcoming War. The power he would wield, and all the Muggles he could slay and enslave, why, he could almost feel it in his grasp. Yes, a Daedric prince would do just magnificently. Now the only hindrance was constructing a suitable ritual for summoning one.

"Voldemort sure has been awfully quiet recently." Harry thought and sighed. He was lying on his bed at the Dursleys, having woken up from a nightmare. The summer between his fifth and sixth year in Hogwarts had been horrible, even though he hadn't had visions about the Dark Lord. Instead of Voldemort, the death of Sirius plagued Harry's dreams frequently, and he had no way of dealing with his grief.

"I have heard nothing from him this summer. Unless he is the one to give me these nightmares." He flinched. It was not likely."I don't like this silence. It can't bode well." He turned to face the wall. "Only a few days left. I can do this. I can wait. Its not like this is worse than meeting Voldemort head-on, right?" He glanced at the clock. It was 2:27 am. He wasn't going to get any more sleep this night.

His insomnia had become progressively worse, and he was getting less sleep every night. Usually when he awoke, he read his schoolbooks, or did the summer assignments the professors had given them. Now, however, a sharp noise from his window startled him. It was Hedwig. "Hello girl. Who's that from?" He took a letter from her leg. His name was written on it with a familiar handwriting. "It's from Hermione. I wonder why she has sent me this, with only a few days until I see her in the Burrow."

Dear Harry,

I hope you are well. You must be thinking of reasons why I have written to you. Am I okay? Are the Weasleys okay? I assure you, we are fine. I arrived at the Burrow safely three days ago.

Ron is trying to get me to play Quidditch, but hopefully will stop after a few failed attempts. Honestly, hasn't he seen that I don't like flying? We have known each other since we were in First year!

I am looking forward to getting our OWL results. But it's so stressful! The results will dictate what subjects we will be able to take this year. What if I didn't do well? The Transfiguration exam could have gone better, I know it! And the History of Magic, what if I didn't tell enough in the fourth question? I suppose I can't do anything about it.

Ron can't understand my fretting and tells me "You'll probably get straight O's on everything! You're practically a walking schoolbook, there's no way you would get those questions wrong." He doesn't have much tact, does he? Really, calling me a talking schoolbook. I know he doesn't mean it, but still.

The Headmaster visited us yesterday. He seemed concerned. When I asked him about it, he just smiled and assured me there's nothing wrong. Molly and Arthur had a conversation with him. Molly looked sad after it. We, as in Ron, the Twins, Ginny and I, tried to eavesdrop on them, but there must have been wards in the kitchen because we heard nothing. Whatever it was that they talked about, it was important. I hope it wasn't anything bad.

Have you had dreams? About You-Know-Who? After last year, I don't think he would stop sending you them. When you get back here, we can figure something out together. We can ask Dumbledore for help, too.

Try to take care of yourself. If you want to talk about Sirius, you know I'm here. Anyway, don't let the Dursleys get your spirits down, we'll see in a few days.

Yours,
Hermione.

He chuckled at Hermione's descriptions of Ron's efforts to get her to play Quidditch. He took out some parchment and quills and settled around his desk. After thinking for a while, he began to write a reply for Hermione.

Dear Hermione,

I am fine. Well, at least as fine as could be expected, what with the death of Sirius being so recent.

"And that didn't sound bitter at all." Harry thought, sarcastically.

I haven't been having nightmares

He bit his lip and glanced at the faint lines on his right hand. I must not tell lies. He hated lying to his friends, or anyone for that matter. He continued writing.

I haven't been having nightmares about Voldemort, and I haven't seen any visions about him either.

Feeling like a Slytherin, he squirmed in his chair."It isn't technically a lie, just... not the whole truth." Not wanting to talk more about his connection with Voldemort, he changed the subject.

I'm also waiting for the OWLs. I hope I did fine, and could continue Potions this year. I read that a Potions NEWT is a requirement for Auror training.

"Like hell Snape is going to let me be in his Potions class any longer than necessary. I'll have no chances becoming an Auror." Harry was getting angry, but continued with his letter to drain it away.

I'm sure you answered the questions in the tests correctly. There is no reason to agonize over it.

Hopefully Dumbledore will tell us what is going on when we are all in the Burrow. If he knows Voldemort's secret plans or what he has been up to, I would like to know. It is-

Harry's quill dropped on the parchment with a clink as his vision flashed white and his scar exploded with pain.

AN: So, I've had this in mind for a couple of weeks. A crossover of Harry Potter and Elder Scrolls. Hope you will like it :)

The book Voldemort has is 'On Oblivion', an in-game book found in some Elder Scrolls games. It doesn't contain everything the game book has, but enough to give an overview of Daedra. It looks like a Conjuration spellbook from Skyrim.

I'll probably post the next chapter in a few days, now that I have gotten into the right mood to write. Please, leave a review, it'll make me happy! :)