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Chapter 1. Every tale has a beginning.
When Harry awoke again, he wondered where he was, until the events of the night before caught up with him. 'I'm in a different world, another time…Sirius, where is he? He wasn't with me yesterday when I woke up'With a groan Harry opened his eyes again, and realized that it had to be day outside now, at least that's what it looked like.
"Ah you have awoken I see, good I must speak with you", the blue man he had talked to yesterday…Sarin was his name, he was there again with a smile on his face, his eyes twinkling much like professor Dumbledore's used to.
"Wh, what do you need to talk to me about", Harry asked, and noted with shock that his voice had changed. It was much harsher, more powerful and masculine, "w-what happened to my voice"? Harry asked unsurely, and noted that his voice was still changed.
"What do you mean lad"? asked the man unsurely, and Harry noticed that his voice was similar to the one Harry had now, although there were small differences in the tune.
Harry desperately tried to come up with an answer that wouldn't make him sound like an idiot. "I wonder why my voice has changed, I mean it's so much darker and harsher than it used to be".
The man looked strangely at Harry for a second, furrowing his brow a bit. "I can't answer you that my lad, your voice sounds just like the voice of any other Dark Elf's voice should sound"…"Dark Elf"? Harry said questioningly.
The man certainly looked confused now. "Yes Dark Elf, or Dunmer if you like, I am a Dark Elf, just as you are"…he trailed off, "unless you aren't" he finished, "tell me everything of your life, how you came to be here", he said quickly.
Harry sighed, before he started on retelling his life, it wasn't as if he had a choice. He told him everything about the Dursley's, his parents murders, Voldemort trying to kill him, his first year saving the stone against Quirrel and Voldemort, his seconds where he Ron and Hermione solved the Chamber of Secrets puzzle, and his subsequent slaying of the basilisk and Tom Riddles diary. His third year, and the dementors Sirius and Pettigrew, his fourth year with the tournament, he chocked up a bit when he told Sarin about Cedric and Voldemorts rebirth and the following duel. He continued telling him about his last year, and the hell Umbridge had put them through and the mission to the Department of Mysteries.
…"And then, I followed him into the veil, everything turned black and started spinning, I was screaming for what felt like an eternity, before I woke up and found you beside my bed", Harry finished.
Sarin stayed silent for a few minutes, absently stroking his chin. "If what you say is true, which I believe it is", he said, holding up a hand to stop Harry from speaking, "it is possible that the veil kills a person for example, or it may be a passage to another world, I believe it is something in between those two. One you are here, but from what I've gathered you used to be a human, but now you are a young Dark Elf instead, the only thing left about your former identity is the scar that is still there on your forehead, and your eyes are still emerald green instead of the fiery red that we Dark Elves have".
He took a sip of a goblet with some wine before continuing. "Now, it is possible that the veil will destroy anything organic that passes through it, leaving only the soul left, and your soul must have been transferred to this world here, and possibly possessed the body of another, in this case a Dark Elf, your body was very damaged when we found you, and so it is possible that the poor lad was already dead, and your soul made this body your own and breathed life back into it", he finished.
All in all, it seemed like a good theory, better than anything Harry could come up with anyway, "But what do you thin happened to Sirius, will I ever get back, what am I going to do now"? he rambled. "Easy lad, one question at the time", Sarin said amused, Harry nodded sheepily.
"First, about Sirius, he may be dead, he may have possessed a previously newly dead body himself, or he may have passed into another world entirely, we do not know I'm afraid, so we will just have to wait and see". "And as for getting you back, well I'll see what I can do, but don't get your hopes up, it's incredibly difficult to open up a portal to somewhere outside of this plane of existence, and lastly, well I was wondering, if you don't mind that is you can become my apprentice, I'll teach you what I know, and you'll live here in the guildhall", he finished
Harry looked up at him, "really, you…you wont mind if I stay"? at the mer's affirmative nod Harry smiled. "Well, then I would love to become your apprentice".
"Good, come with me then, and we'll get you sorted in, and also you'll be instated as an Associate, which is the lowest rank in the guild, and then as you do different missions and trials you will advance in rank" he said. "This is your room", he said to Harry, after he had lead him on a tour through the guildhall, "You have bed of your own, a dresser and a nightstand, as well as a shelf to hold your personal books, and a chest to keep any personal items, so if you will follow me again, we shall start your education".
Three hours later Harry groaned in satisfaction, he and his Master Sarin had spent two and a half hours teaching Harry about the basics of each of the subjects he would be taking. Of all the subjects, it was Alchemy that sounded most difficult for Harry, he was crap at potions, and would no doubt be crap at Alchemy as well, but the book he was currently reading on the subject sounded interesting enough anyways. The most exciting subject however had to be Destruction, and Harry chuckled at the thought of what Voldemort would say if Harry ever chucked a fireball at him, if he ever got back that was.
Two weeks later Harry had gotten into a routine, he would start the day at 7am sharp, with a morning jog through Chorrol, most Mages never cared about the physical aspects of life, and so didn't realize that the better shape your body was in the better your magic would also form out to be. After his morning jog, he was to spend time in the library catching up on the history of Tamriel and the Mages Guild. After his history studies he would eat a good breakfast before delving back into whatever subject they had that day.
Seeing as Magic consisted of seven so called 'Schools', Alchemy, Destruction, Mysticism, Alteration, Illusion, Restoration and Enchanting, they had decided that he would take one of the subject each day.
In the beginning it took enormous time for Harry to even master a small simple spell, that would be most useful to light candles with. Seeing that Harry did not have a wand anymore (nothing had followed him through the veil) he had to do everything wandless, which apparently was entirely normal, however with his five years of Hogwarts education a part of his mind had firmly decided that magic without a wand was impossible, and so they had a large wall the needed to be torn down first.
"Come on Harry, you know the incantation, do it, don't try to do it, do it", his Master commanded him. Harry growled in annoyance, for five hours straight had he been trying to shoot a smaller fireball spell that was called Flare, and he still hadn't made any progress. Sweat was pouring down his face, and Harry could feel anger well up in him, wasn't he supposed to have learnt something beside theory by now, when his anger welled up in him, Harry could virtually feel the power inside him, and extending his hand he yelled the incantation, and power sped up through his right arm, and formed into a massive orb of fire, that reduced the training dummy he had been aiming for into ashes.
"Well done Harry, now you're finally starting to learn something…the next thing well teach…CONTROL OF YOUR MAGIC", he all but barked at Harry. Harry rolled his eyes at his teacher, only to find himself hanging upside down, looking into the red eyes of Sarin.
"Don't give me that look lad, you managed the spell, but you poured way to much power in it, so until I say otherwise we'll be teaching you on how to control your magical power when you are using spells".
With a sigh, he let Harry down on the ground again. "You better head up to bed, that spell ought to have taken out a lot off you, and well meet again tomorrow" he said. Grumbling Harry went up to his bed and laid down, it was going to be a long week.
AN: Okay, so here's the first chapter, it's not so long, but it's just to get things moving a bit, things will start getting longer under the way. And don't worry this wont be a slash fic, I really have nothing against homeosexual/lesbians, but it's just not my thing, and I have yet to read a slash fic that I enjoy. There will be romance along the way but nothing significant at least not yet.
For those who may wonder it is the year 417 of the third Era, so the events in Morrowind and Oblivion has yet to pass.
Thanks for the rewies guys, I enjoy reading them.