I own nothing. This is au, ooc and won't fully follow cannon for neither.
Name/race Harry of whiterun, Brenton Dovahkiin
(OC) Maria, scourge of spiders, Dark Elf/Werewolf
Hermione Granger, British/Dovahkiin
Luna Lovegood of Ireland, Human/High Elf/Draeda.
Chapter 1: Song of our people.
The great hall was packed even more so than usual for the Triwizard tournament. The French students sat at ravenclaw and the Bulgarians at the Slytherin. The two headmasters and headmistress stood at the front of the hall as a large goblet stood there, blue flame flickering occasionally.
Dumbledor tapped his glass with his spoon. "It is time for the drawing of the contestents for the Triwizard tournament! When their names are called, their country's anthem shall be played. Without further ado, let us begin!" There was a flash of fire and a piece of paper was spat from the cup which dumbledor caught.
"From Bauxabatons, Fleur Delacour!"
( Allons, enfants de la Patrie Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Contre nous, de la tyrannie L'étendard sanglant est levé Entendez-vous dans les campagnes Mugir ces féroces soldats?
Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras Égorger nos fils, nos compagnes!
Aux armes, citoyens!
Formez vos bataillons Marchons, marchons!
Qu'un sang impur Abreuve nos sillons!)
There was a polite clap as fleur stood up and walked to the front of the hall.
Another flash and another piece of paper was spat out. "From Durmstrung, Victor Krum!"
( Горда Стара планина,
до ней Дунава синей,
слънце Тракия огрява,
над Пирина пламеней.
Припев: (2 пъти)
Mила Родино,
ти си земен рай,
твойта хубост, твойта прелест,
ах, те нямат край.)
Krum received a loud applause from his fans as he too walked on forward and stood by fleur.
The third piece spat out."And from Hogwarts, Cederic Diggory!"
( God save our gracious Queen.
Long live our noble Queen God save the Queen Send her victorious Happy and glorious Long to reign over us God save the Queen
O Lord our God arise Scatter her enemies And make them fall Confound their politics Frustrate their knavish tricks On Thee our hopes we fix God save us all
Thy choicest gifts in store On her be pleased to pour Long may she reign May she defend our laws And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice God save the Queen
Not in this land alone But be God's mercies known From shore to shore Lord make the nations see That men should brothers be And form one family The wide world over
From every latent foe From the assassins blow God save the Queen O'er her thine arm extend For Britain's sake defend Our mother, prince, and friend God save the Queen
Lord grant that Marshal Wade May by thy mighty aid Victory bring May he sedition hush And like a torrent rush Rebellious Scots to crush God save the King)
Cedric received loud clapping from everyone but the slytherins who were booing at him.
"Now that the champions have been chosen allow us to.." Dumbledor was cut off as a forth piece of paper was spat out. Harry had a sinking feeling in his stomach, as did Hermione.
"HARRY POTTER!" Dumbledor bellowed in anger. He got no further when an anthem he had never heard in a language he didnt understand began to play.
(Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vahriin,
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan,
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!
Huzrah nu, kul do od, wah aan bok lingrah vod,
Ahrk fin tey, boziik fun, do fin gein!
Wo lost fron wah ney dov, ahrk fin reyliik do jul,
Voth aan suleyk wah ronit faal krein
Ahrk fin zul, rok drey kod, nau tol morokei frod,
Rul lot Taazokaan motaad voth kein!
Sahrot Thu'um, med aan tuz, vey zeim hokoron pah,
Ol fin Dovahkiin komeyt ok rein!
Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vahriin,
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan,
Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!
Ahrk fin Kel lost prodah, do ved viing ko fin krah, Tol fod zeymah win kein meyz fundein!
Alduin, feyn do jun, kruziik vokun staadnau,
Voth aan bahlok wah diivon fin lein!
Nuz aan sul, fent alok, fod fin vul dovah nok,
Fen kos nahlot mahfaeraak ahrk ruz!
Paaz Keizaal fen kos stin nol bein Alduin jot,
Dovahkiin kos fin saviik do muz!
Dovahkiin, Dovahkiin, naal ok zin los vahriin,
Wah dein vokul mahfaeraak ahst vaal!
Ahrk fin norok paal graan fod nust hon zindro zaan Dovahkiin, fah hin kogaan mu draal!)
The school was shocked and surprised. Shocked that harry was chosen and surprised at the weird anthem. A loud thud was heard and they turned to see harry had slammed his head into the table, shattering it.
"By Arkana, Akatosh and Telos what did I do to deserve this?" Harry grumbled electing a gasp from Hermione who was bouncing in her seat with excitement.
"You're from Skyrim?" She asked excitedly. "I haven't lived there since Ulfrick shouted his king to bits."
"Harry potter." Dumbledor stated firmly.
"I swear on my life, my magic, my soul and my Thu'um I didn't enter, have my name entered or even want my name entered in this tournament, so more it me." Harry stated aloud. He flicked his hand and a large silver ghostly stag appeared in the middle of the hall. You could hear a pin drop. "Hermione please run and get Hedgewig and have her send a letter to Jarl Belgruf in Whiterun Skyrim asking for help for me tell him it's the Dovahkiin, he'll know what to do." Those who heard were shocked that harry knew a jarl, let alone who would help him.
Hermione furrowed her brow before speaking in a gutteral language only harry seamed to understand. Dragonborn? Not possible. I am dragonborn, unless there's two of us all of a sudden or we share a soul, I need to research this.
Hermione, don't worry, I'm sure the Dragons can help. harry replied.
It didn't take long before Ron put his foot in his mouth. "HES A DARK WIZARD SPEAKING DEMON OR SOMETHING AND HES CORRUPTED HERMIONE!"
"Ron you moron! That was the language of the dovah, Dragons you git not the draeda." Hermione huffed.
"I can vouch for that you know." A blonde ravenclaw spoke up. "I'm partially High elf and Draeda from mummy's side of the family and Draeda sound very different from dovah."
It was astounding how fast the ravenclaws vacated from the vicinity of the girl with those simple words.
"I'm sorry Mr. Potter but you must compete so follow me." Dumbledor insisted with twinkling eyes.
"Fine but headmaster, if Snape..."
"Professor Snape-"
"Comes near me again I'll make him regret it, since hiding is no longer an options I'll say it so you can all hear. I'm the Dovahkiin." Harry stated loudly and in an annoyed tone. He just wanted to be left alone to live as a blacksmith with Adrianne helping her to improve and mend enchanted items. Dumbledor was internally fuming, he had to get potter back under his control. It was for the greater good and the greater good was for the good of his master, Alduin.