Chapter 2:

My life blows dragon farts. First I died. Brilliant experience that was. I fought against my old mentor, and in the process released the apocalypse onto the world. They when I desiced to do something about this dick of a dragon god sent me into this unknown place, fucking NAKED!

I'm going to kill that fucker next time I see him!

Right now I was in a carriage with three other men with me. The blue guys, the stormcloaks, lost body. Thier leader was captured and the rest of them were taken prisoner. And me? Well I was mistaken for a stormcloak who was afraid of losing I stripped myself to plead ignorance. So the Imperials, the red guys, captured me and branded me a criminal. They didn't even listen to the stormcloak guys who all said I was not part of their group. The Imperials all thought they wanted me to live because I was, in their own words, 'a little lad'.

Luckily out of this whole ordeal I got one good thing. Something to wear! I am wearing what looks like a rough tunic made of hay or something of the sort.

"What were you even trying to do?" one of the men said. I looked up at him, what was his name again? Rolaf? Yeah that's it, his name is Rolaf. No wait, no his name is Ralof, there we go. Ralof was a large man with big muscles, kind of intimidating honestly. He had blond hair and blue eyes, he was a nord. How do I know that you ask? Well he won't shut up about it! Every second it's about him being a true nord, blah blah blah.

"I was just trying to get away," I told him.

"And where were you planning on going?"

"To my friends," I simply replied.

"No family?" the blond man asked me.

"No, died when I was only one."

"I-I see. I'm sorry."

I simply shook my head. I looked around noticing a village in the horizon, "is that where they are taking us?"

The man nodded, "indeed. That is Helgen, the place where we are to be executed."

"What?!" I shouted, "what do you mean executed?!"

"He means we are all fucked kid!" said the man sitting next to Ralof. I turned and saw the other man in the carriage. He was a thin brown haired man wearing similar clothing as me,

"And you are?"

"Lakir kid," he then turned to Ralof, "damn you Stormcloaks, if it wasn't for you I would have been halfway to Hammerfell by now!"

Wait, Hammerfell where's that? I wondered. Doesn't sound like anyplace I knew. Wait…..these guys don't even seem like the human's I knew. They all seem more primitive. They seem simple. Shit did I time travel or something?

"Shut up horse thief," Ralof said with a snarl.

The horse thief turned to me, "we shouldn't be here kid, it's the Stormcloaks the empire wants not us!"

I tuned the man out as he and the nord started going at each other's throats. I turned away from them and looked to the last man in our group, Ulfric Stormcloak. The reason I am in this mess. I swear if I had my wand I would turn him into a bloody kangaroo!

The man was huge, like almost all of the men here seemed to be. He had brown hair and royal garb around his shoulders. But the difference was not just his clothes, it was that his mouth was gagged. Why didn't they want him to talk? Did they want him to shut up because he had an annoying voice?

I started into his eyes as he stared into mine. I used what limited legilimency I knew on him and slowly started to draw out strain thoughts from his head. I gained a little information about this land.

It seemed this land was call Skyrim. It seems there was a civil war going on of which this man was the cause of. I couldn't understand some of the words he used like Talos or Thu'um but I got the gist of it.

The stupid dragon! He sent me to the wrong world! I need to get out of here, now! Suddenly the cart stopped and I looked up as the village of Helgen's gates slowly opened themselves. I saw several people on horses, and judging by their garments they were all high ranking officers in the Imperial army.

"The old man on the horse over there is General Tullius," said Ralof, though I was only half paying attention.

I was more worried about getting out of this place alive! I looked frantically around and saw every place that I could have gone blocked my Imperial soldiers with a bow and arrow. I was royally screwed.

I looked at Ulfric again, the man was strangely calm, it was kind of scary how calm the man was. He looked like he had accepted his fate, fuck this guy! I probed deeper into his mind and I gained a few more facts before I was pushed out due to my lack of wand and experience. I got one name out of that, Talos.

Who the fuck is this Talos?

I became more and more nervous. Things are looking like the end for me, and I haven't even started! Shit I was supposed to stop Alduin, I was supposed to help save my world, not die here!

The cart came to a final stop and every was pushed down. To my left I saw the executioner standing tall ready to cut my head. I looked around, should I risk it? Surely I could escape, maybe some accidental magic could kick in last minute and save my ass?

I readied myself to run, but just the the thief, Lakir, ran for it. He ran and I was about to follow him when suddenly a voice called out, "fire!"

I turned around and saw a woman in Imperial armor shouting for the archers to shoot. The thief got two feet before he died with an arrow through his head. I looked shocked, well that is a bad idea if I ever saw one.

I turned to the woman who was coming towards us with a man with. The man had brown hair and was dressed in imperial armor, he had a list with him. He called out names from the list and slowly one by one everyone left. I looked at him finally as I was the only one left.

"Who are you? Are you a Breton?" the man asked me.

"My name is Harry Potter," I told him.

"Captain what should we do, he's not on the list," the man said in a asofy tone.

"Damn the list," the women said cruelly, "he goes to the block."

"But ma'am he is just a boy."

"He. Goes. To. The. Block. Do I make myself clear Hadvar?"

"Yes ma'am," the man said, he turned to me, "I'm sorry. I'll send your ashes to your family."

"I don't have a family," I told him and walked to the line.

One by one people went to the block. Brave men and women willingly walked up, their heads held high. I looked at Ulfric and I saw the man looked emotionless, he stood straight like a stone.

"Next, Harry Potter!" came a loud voice.

I turned and suddenly somebody pushed me out from the line and to the executioner's block.

"Wait what? You are not going to kill Ulfric first? Why are you letting him live longer than he has to?" I asked in a desperate attempt to get more time, maybe if I had a second more, just a minute maybe I can come up with something!

"Stop stalling," came the captain's voice. A soldier behind me grabbed me by my hair and pulled me to the block. He pushed my head down and held it there with his knee on my back.

No, this was not going to be how I die! I cannot die this way! The executioner's blade went up high. I could see it clearly as the sun shined off it. This was it, this was the end.

I closed my eyes, I imagined home, I imagined being there, I imagined opening the door to a still intact Godric's Hollow and inside was my mother and she smiled at me as my dad stood behind her. He opened his mouth and said, ROAR!

My eyes snapped open as shockwaves were felt all over the place. I looked up, the soldier's knee no longer on my back. I looked up the tower and saw….Alduin. The black dragon didn't even notice me as it simply flew away and started to destroy the village of Helgen.

There was fire everywhere. My eyes went to the a tower where several of the prisoner's ran to. I got on my feet before the soldier got back on his and I ran. I ran into the tower and as soon as I did the tower door slammed shut.

Inside I saw Ralof and Ulfric along with several Stormcloaks soldiers. Ulfric removed the gag around his mouth and began to speak.

"Whatever that thing was it saved us. We need to get out of here," the man spoke immediately taken control of the situation. I saw everyone there already captivated by him. "You," he pointed at me, "go up the tower, be out scout, see what the dragon is doing."

"Wait," said Ralof, "here I'll remove your binds for you." The nord then quickly cut into the ropes binding my hand with a dagger. He then presented the dagger to me, "know how to use this?"

I simply nodded my head, though I had no clue. I did know that the pointy end goes into your enemies. I quickly climbed the stairs, the more I stick around with these guys the longer I will stay alive. I ran up the stairs but before I could reach the first floor suddenly the wall of the stairs in front of my crashed open.

I was blown off my feet and when I got up I saw the mouth of Alduin breathing fire inside burning alive the men and women who were already there before me. I watched as the turned into nothing but ash. I felt fear take over me, but I pushed past it. I never let fear control my past life, I won't let it control my present.

Alduin moved away from the huge hole in the tower wall and flew away. I quickly moved forward and looked outside, there right in front of me was the open roof of a building.

"You need to jump!" screamed Ralof as he jumped ahead and landed and rolled to safety.

He turned back and waved me over, I closed my eyes and took a few steps back. I opened and ran and jumped when at the edge. I spread my arms out and landed and rolled onto the roof and into the huge hole in it.

I looked up and saw Ralof there smiling at, "get a move on lad!" He quickly moved and jumped again down through a hole in the floor and out the house. I followed him and quickly left the building just as it started to collapse.

I looked around and saw Ralof just in time before Alduin swooped down and caught him in his claws. I started dumbfounded as the man who helped me was picked up and carried away. Then after flying well above ground Alduin let go of the nord letting the man fall to his death.

"RALOF!" I screamed and I ran. I ran towards the falling man with my left hand stretched out. I was a few feet away but I knew I couldn't stop him before he fell to the ground, and just the mark on my left hand glowed. The sign of the deathly hallows glowed back and the shadows surrounding me gathered into my open hand and blasted out like a bolt of energy.

The shadows took the form of a large hand made of bones. It grabbed Ralof and closed its grip around him securing the nord. I watched in amazement as I willed the shadows to lower him onto the ground gently. The moment Ralof was on the ground I relaxed and suddenly the hand disappeared, the shadows receding back to whenc they came.

I looked at my hand and grinned, this was going to be fun. I turned and saw an entire squad of Legioner soldiers running to face Alduin on the other side of Helgen. I needed to join them, maybe I could end this here and now!

I turned to Ralof, "are you okay?"

The nord nodded, "I am Harry, thank you for...doing whatever you did. Was that magic?"

I looked at him in surprise, the man had no look of disbelief in his eyes, he was simply just stating a fact he had known, "yes, I think. Do you know about magic here?"

The nord nodded, "yes I do, it's common knowledge here in Skyrim, but this is not the time Harry. Go help those Imperial bastards control the dragon. I need to get Ulfric away from here."

I understood his need for duty, Ulfric was his lord and he needed to save him, like I needed to save my friends. I nodded to him and took off to fight the dragon.

I turned round the corner and saw the burning and frozen forms of several Imperial soldiers. I didn't know dragons could breath fire and ice!

I quickly turned another corner into the village courtyard. There several Imperial troops stood out with bows in hand aiming at Alduin. I turned and saw the sky and suddenly the lights went out. I looked up and saw the clouds slowly cover the sun and Alduin cast a huge shadow over the entire village.

I looked up as the black dragon came down towards us faster and faster. I saw the beginning of fire starting in his mouth and I knew exactly what he was planning to do. I put my hands up and begged the power Dumbledore, or death, gave me to activate.

The shadows responded and a huge dome of shadows appeared in front of me, just in time as I heard Alduin shout again and this time he sent a huge blast of fire at me. I held it for as long as I can, I could feel the dome breaking under pressure, but I didn't let up. I needed to fight this, I needed to survive.

And just then the feeling of pressure eased up. I took this as my cue to release my shield of shadows and as I did I saw the destruction around me. Everywhere else except the area under my protection was scorched. The smell of burnt flesh hung in the air.

I couldn't hold back myself anymore as I vomited then and there. I coughed out all of my stomach's content and then dry heaved. I looked up and saw the Alduin was still circling above, and for a single moment I thought I saw him stare right at me.

I quickly turned around and ran into the first building I saw. I slammed the door shut behind me and inside I turned and saw the last two people I ever wanted to see. Inside was the captain, the woman who tried to kill me and next to here was Hadvar, the man with a soft voice that still called of my name and sent me to the executioner's block.

"Prisoner," the captain said in a harsh tone, "so your still alive then?"

"This is good," Hadvar said, "the more numbers we have the easier it will be to get out of here alive."

"I'm sorry what?" I asked in surprise, "you two are leaving?"

"There is a dragon out there prisoner," the captain said, "I am not running away, but fighting that thing on as disorganized as we are will only cause more harm than good."

"Your men died out there," I said growling out through my teeth, "they all burnt to death."

"This is not the time for this," Hadvar said cutting into the obvious response the captain would have given me. "We need to get out of here. Prisoner-"

"-Harry," I interrupted him.

"Harry," Hadvar repeated, "I'm sorry you got caught up in all of this, but I swear we are going to try and get out of here. If you wish you may come with us, or you can stay here, your choice."

I looked at the man and at the captain and I sighed. I wanted to stay and fight, but the bitch of a captain was right, I needed to get stronger. Trying to fight Alduin now was suicide. I need more power. I looked at my left and and then clenched my fist, "alright, what's the plan?"

Hadvar nodded at me. "There must be some armor around here for you look around."

I nodded and quickly searched the room. It was a barrack of sorts. I opened the first chest and found a mide helmet in it along with a steel sword, something which I saw every Imperial soldier here wear. Great now I look stupid.

I quickly searched the rest of the room and in the other corner of the room I found the rest of an Imperial armor set, putting on the armor on top of my rough tunic. I strapped on the boots and put on the grevicers. I looked like an Imperial now, greeeeat.

I turned to them and they nodded approvingly. Hadvar turned to the door leading away from the room and pulled a chain unlocking the door for us to pass through.

I drew the sword, which was far more heavier than the sword of Gryffindor, and kept it up. I have a feeling that things were about to get messy.

"Look up ahead, Stormcloaks," said Hadvar, "maybe we can reason with them."

"They are traitors! We do not negotiate with traitors!" claimed the captain as she pushed the iron door out and charged ahead with her sword drawn high. I shook my head hot blooded fool!

I walked inside with Hadvar and there I saw the captain fighting three Stormcloak members. Hadvar ran and joined the fight without a moment's hesitation while I simply held back. I didn't want to fight, I have never killed someone before. I-I-

But before I could think further a Stormcloak looked at me and charged. Hadvar and the captain were preoccupied with their own opponents leaving me to deal with the third member. I held up my sword and blocked a swing from the Stormcloaks war axe. But the man put too much force into the swing which caused me to loose my grip on the sword.

I stood defenceless as the rebel smiled with glee. He drew the axe back again and came in for another swing. I saw the blade coming, and in a split second all my hesitation went away. I saw so many killed this day, what was one more?

Suddenly the man's shadow leaped up from the ground. It turned into a solid spike and impaled the man through the stomach. The nord looked at me in pain. The axe fell away to his side and blood dripped for his chin.

Just then purple aura came out of the man's stomach. It suddenly latched onto me and I could feel the Deathly Hallows symbol heat up in excitement. I felt a rush of power and memories. I saw the man's life. I saw his home, I saw his father and mother dying and I saw his wife waiting for him.

The memories suddenly disappeared and out of that I learned something. A skill, the man's favourite skile. I learnt how to use the man's axe. Suddenly my body heated up. I felt anger take over me. I ran and grabbed the fallen war axe and held it up with two hand.

I ran to the other two Stormcloaks still engaged in battle with Hadvar and the captain. I could think as the only thing I felt was rage. Pure rage. I moved the way my body told me, as the Mord who I just killed did a few moments before. I ran to the back of the Stormcloak who was fighting with Hadvar, and before the man could move away I swung my axe decapitating him in one sweep.

The last Stormcloak looked in surprise. The woman immediately put her hands up and dropped her weapon, "I surrender!" She shouted.

I quickly put the war axe down and Hadvar sheathed his sword. But the captain didn't stop. She raised her sword and in a single swing brought it done skiing through the surrender soldier chest. "Death to the Stormcloaks," she exclaimed.

The Nord woman fell to her knees holding her bleeding chest, she said a single word, "Sovngarde."

I turned to the captain, "why did you do that?! She said she surrendered!"

The captain sheathed her sword, "we do not take prisoners."

"You took Ulfric prisoner!"

"And he was to be executed in an extraordinary fashion that was public. It would have discouraged future followers of his steps. But in the end he would have been dead. So as it stands, we do not take prisoners."

"I was your prisoner, you are letting me live," I said in narrowed eyes. Sure it was a stupid move but I needed an answer from her.

"You are useful, so you may live for now," the captain said with narrowed eyes. She turned to Hadvar, "we are moving, get what you can from their bodies!"

I raised an eyebrow, "what do you mean?"

"Harry in Skyrim people lose the right to an item when they are slain. All they need is provided in the afterlife. As such it is normal for one to loot a defeated enemy."

"B-But-"

"-Harry, if you could, wouldn't you loot a better quality armor for yourself, something which will help you keep living?"

I slowly nodded, "this land is bloody."

Hadvar nodded, "indeed. In Skyrim the only people you should care for is you and yours. No one else. Remember that Harry."

I slowly nodded and Hadvar helped me to loot the fallen warrior's. I grabbed the war axe sheath from the fallen warrior I defeated and strapped it on. I searched through their things and gathered a total of 30 golden coins which were bigger than Galleons. I put them all in a money pouch.

I looked to my sword which was half way across the room. I walked towards it and then something struck my mind. Thought the war axe was a useful tool, I couldn't use it properly. It was true it was the weapon I was most skilled at , but I still couldn't wield it without some difficulty.

But maybe later I could master it, but I didn't just want to simply leave it here, and if I carry it along with my sword I wouldn't be able to move! If only I could store it in a place…..nevermind. God I'm stupid. In my defence I have had a very stressful day. Fighting dragon, killing grown men with shadows and all that.

I took of my war axe and, without the captain and Hadvar noticing, who were arguing about something, I put the war axe inside my moleskine bag which Akatosh gave me. I even put my bag of gold in the relieving me of all my extra weight.

I put the bag back under my Imperial armor and strapped my sword back to my side. I walked to my 'team mates.'

"Ready prisoner?" the captain asked me. I frowned, the bitch won't call me by my real name. I simply nodded and followed them both to the next room. There I saw stairs leading further down.

"Ah, guys is there actually a way out of here?"

"Indeed Harry. If I recall correctly there are a series of tunnels down here. We can use them to get out of here," Hadvar said as he walked in front of the Captain and I.

We reached the floor below when suddenly we felt the entire building shake. 'Alduin!' I thought. Suddenly the walls caved in separating Hadvar from the captain and I.

"HADVAR!" I shouted as I tried to push the rocks away.

"I'm okay Harry! I'm moving ahead! Meet me at the interrogation room! Follow the captain's orders!" I heard him call out.

I turned to the captain who frowned. Well I don't like you either bitch.

She went ahead of me into the nearest room and I followed with my sword drawn out. I narrowed my eyes as I felt something was off. She opened the door and Inside looked like a kitchen of sorts, and like everything in Skyrim was old fashioned.

I was a pot over a fireplace and near it was several caverns filled with food ingredients and premade food. I walked over to the shelf and grabbed an apple but before I could eat it I heard a battle cry.

I turned with eyes wide open towards a Stormcloak soldier, these guys are like rats! I quickly dropped the apple and brought my sword up just in time for it to contact the rebel's sword. I held him in place and through the corner of my eye I saw the captain engaged in her own battle.

I tried to move my blade away from the stalemate but before I could the man kicked me in my stomach pushing me back and into the shelf of food.

I landed on my knees and held my stomach wheezing in pain. I looked up and saw the Stormcloak soldier above me with his sword coming down, I saw the look of pity in his eyes. It was the same look Snape used to give me. It was pity for me having to die so young, one case to die so that Voldemort could be defeated and the other because I was mistaken for an Imperial soldier.

I didn't deserves this pity, I don't need your pity. I DON'T WANT YOUR GODDAMN PITY!

I held up my left hand and called out the shadow's to obey me. It shot out of my hand in a straight beam like a spear. It impaled the man in his throat and I felt no pity nor remorse. Hadvar was right, it was either me or them. I was willing to kill only one other time in my entire life, I was only willing to kill a death eater. Now in this strange land, everyone was a death eater to me.

I got up from the floor, shadow's still dancing on the tip of my hand. I walked slowly to the captain still fighting her opponent.

"What are you waiting for?!" she screamed, "Help me prisoner!"

I felt my eye twitch. If I helped her, she wouldn't feel any different about me. She would still try and stab me in the back the first chance she got. She wasn't Hadvar, she was a pure monster. I raised my left hand again and sent another spear of shadows towards the back of the captain.

The shadows pierced her through and through and impaled her opponent as well. I felt the rush of their memories enter my mind along with that mysterious purple aura. I saw most of their memories. The Captain didn't have a family, she didn't have a purpose other than serving the military, she was dedicated to her job alone. I sighed, such a useless life she had lived.

Suddenly I got various skills from the various people I killed. From the captain I got a sense of leadership and from the two Stormcloaks I got a better sense of swordsmanship.

I turned back and grabbed my sword and armed myself again. I then gathered as much food as I could and put it all in my moleskin pouch, mostly meat, nothing solid. I searched the rest of the area for anything useful, I came across several red bottle that was labelled, 'health potion:minor.'

I put everything I could in my bag and I moved out of the room and further down the building, Hadvar was hopefully alive and waiting for me.

I decided then and there what my objective was. I was going to first destroy Alduin. I was then going to reach home and tell Ron and Hermione about this place, no wait better not, they might call me mad. Anyway, I am going to become strong, stronger than ever before.

And if anyone stopped me, I am going to gut them like a pig.

I used the shadow ability of his to explain exp. points. So the more he skills with shadows the stronger he becomes, he basically absorbs thier souls. Also the quick learning thing is basically him increasing a skill. So when he learns more about using a war axe, it's basically him just gaining an extra level in Two hand wielding.

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