Disclaimer: Neither Harry Potter nor TES 5: Skyrim belongs to me! All rights are owned by their owners, Rowling and Bethesda, and I am just grateful to be able to mess around with their wonderful tales.

Author's Note: I'm baaaack! First of all, thanks for the reviews since they really help me want to write more of this story although I do enjoy this unique crossover and attempting to bring a game to life. I only have a few things to say so I'll be quick about it.

One: Harry's memory is odd. Because of the magical accident that sent him to Skyrim which you'll find out about in due time, most of his memory was sapped out of him. He does recall a few odd things every now and then but they just pop into his head when he's not trying to remember things. Gives him a horrible headache though! He will recall everything in time but you'll have to wait for that.

Two: About the question of magic, Harry is a mage/wizard but in the accident he didn't have time to grab his wand since he was suddenly and unexpectedly pulled to Skyrim. However, he still does have his wizard's magical core without which he would not be able to do magic. Since there are mages in Skyrim who do magic without wands or staffs (these are just enchanted like magical weapons/armour) logic dictates he could still carry out Skyrim-based spells. Also, Harry uses one spell at the end of this chapter but he discovers it differently since in Oblivion you start out with a destruction-based spell and a restoration-based spell. He'll learn the others though normally.

Three: I decided to end this quest completely differently since Harry would not feel comfortable with running away with the Stormcloaks since he has a "saving people thing." He'd want to help fight and prove that he's innocent so that's why he does what he does at the end of this chapter. Even though he doesn't remember everything, he still has his character, integrity, and policies intact.

Last but not least, I'd like to thank user, x1griff1x, for brainstorming with me and sharing ideas. He was a great help! And now without any further ado allow me to present an unfortunately shorter update to my new crossover attempt.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 2: Break Out

No sooner had Harry Potter laid his head to rest and waited for death when something all Nords thought was legend burst to life with a roar of rage so loud and furious it caused the earth to tremble and the whole fort, not to mention the village of Helgen, to shake as if in fear.

One thing was for certain, Harry was afraid, or at least shocked by the rude awakening, and jerked back up just in time to see the dragon kick off the snow-capped mountain in the background and soared into the air.

"What in Oblivion is that?" The captain cried out in disbelief tinged with a hint of fear.

Harry's heart did a summersault as he realized it was a dragon, just like the one he faced in the tournament and escaping from the Ministry. Only this one was different: It was wild and fierce and looked like vicious.

"Sentries, what do you see?" The captain asked stupidly.

The dragon was swooping over them for Merlin's sakes! What else could the damn thing be? Why didn't the archers put their arrows to good use and attack the blasted dragon not a cowardly thief?

"It's in the clouds!" A sentry protested, making Harry cringe.

As if completely oblivious to the cries and flapping of wings and the miniature earthquake, the headsman raised his axe to deliver the death blow but Harry only sneered at him for he was not alone. Seconds later, the dragon landed with a boom on the round tower of the fort that was closest to them right behind the headsman.

The result of the dragon's strength landing on the tower sent a shockwave through everyone standing knocking the headsman over onto the floor.

"Dragon!" The captain shrieked, unsheathing her short sword with a hiss of metal scraping against leather.

About time you realized it, Harry wanted to scream.

Not caring that he was not within reach of it, the headsman clambered to his feet and raised up his axe in the direction of the dragon. But the gigantic fearsome beast had other ideas and opened his maw letting out a roar. A blast of hot air knocked the headsman back again but an Imperial soldier surged forward regardless, sword drawn.

"Don't just stand there!" General Tulius roared. "Do something! Get the townspeople to safety."

At least he was decent enough, Harry thought trying to distract himself from the growing panic in his chest.

But it did little good for his vision blurred as he, himself, was knocked over by another fierce roar of the dragon. His mind reeled and he cried out in pain as he crashed clumsily to the ground with his hands tied.

Black spots danced before his eyes as his vision blurred and his senses were assaulted by shrieks of rage and fear, the smell of smoke and ash, the twang of bows and the dull thud of arrows as they bounced harmlessly off battlements while the dragon swooped away, and the cries of warriors as they rallied each other to defeat the beast. The ground below him felt rough and hard. The dust made him want to itch his skin till he bled. Luckily, he was saved from stooping so low by the talkative blond who burst into his line of sight.

"Hey, mage!" The blond bloke exclaimed against the tumult of confusion. "Get up, the gods won't give us another chance!"

Harry didn't think the gods were with them that day, if they even existed at all, but then again he had avoided sure death by an even worse evil and a beast he had fought and overcome before. Heck, he had even flown through the air on a freaking blind dragon for crying out loud! Wait...had he?

Harry suddenly groaned as he felt a massive headache pounding through his skull with this latest development in his haywire memory. Heaving a sigh, he took a deep breath and glance around hastily for somewhere to cut his bonds. None too soon, his eyes fell on the fallen executioner's blade and Harry smirked.

It would be ironic justice that he'd escape thanks to the death of his would-be-executioner, not to mention using his tool of death to free himself and save his life. Feeling a little bit better, he carefully place his hands on either side of the wicked-looking blade and sawed away at it. Cutting the rope was harder than he had expected but he finally did it and felt a burst of excitement as his wrists separated.

"Good thinking, mage," The blond nodded approvingly. "But let's get moving. Death is still a plausible ending to this tale."

Harry nodded, too anxious for words, and darted after the Stormcloak. Not even bothering to hide from the guards, who were too busy drawing the attention of the dragon away from the civilians being herded into various houses and the village inn. All around him, it was chaos. The ground trembled and buildings shook. Giant tongues of flame that looked like miniature comets shot down from the heavens with sonic booms, exploding in a white hot fury. People shrieked and the dragon's continual roars echoed above the tumult.

Trying to stay calm in the centre of the chaos, Harry surged through the bustling screaming crowds after the blond. None too soon, the two ran into a ruined tower and Harry spotted several other Stormcloak soldiers, who had previously been captives like him. Most of them were gasping for breath and moaning in pain, looking very dishevelled, weary, and a couple were wounded. Ulfric Stormcloak was there himself and Harry eyed the man warily while leaning heavily on his legs and gasping for breath.

"Jarl Ulfric," The blond gasped as he faced his leader, shockingly calm amidst the destruction around them. "What is that thing? Could the legends be true?"

Harry rolled his eyes and almost face-palmed. Of course there would be legends about dragons. Every culture and civilization had them. Some cultures respected them, like eastern ones, while others feared and hated them, like western ones. Once again, he blinked and shook his head as his vision blurred. Damn his deranged memory!

"Legends don't burn down villages," Ulfric said wryly.

Harry smirked. At least one of them had a level head.

"We need to move now!" Ulfric barked, not even bothering to turn to his men which Harry thought was strange and earned a confused frown.

At least the blond was a little more decent, echoing his master's orders while actually looking at his fellow soldiers.

"Up through the tower, let's go!" He cried, while Ulfric just stood there staring off into the distance.

Idiot, Harry snorted.

One of the soldiers was trying desperately to clear away some rubble that had fallen in front of the entrance that led out to what was probably a balcony or stairway. The man was cursing at his lack of success and Harry wished he could help him but didn't know how. If only he could remember a spell to blow things away that would help a lot. Sadly, he didn't even have his wand with him so how the heck would that work?

His question remained unanswered though for a vicious roar followed by a sonic boom blasted the rocks apart into dozens of microscopic bits and pieces. With a yelp of surprise and pain, Harry was flung backwards and collapsed hard against some torn sacks and charred barrels. The others suffered the same fate and cried out in terror to someone called Talos as the dragon uttered a peculiar-sounding roar in what seemed like a word in a foreign language. Subsequently, he unleashed a torrent of white hot fire that surged gleefully into the cave.

It was a wonder that Harry survived at all though his hair and eyebrows were singed. Fat drops of sweat dripped down all over him and he wanted to destroy that dragon so badly for attacking him without cause. Luckily enough, the dragon's attention was diverted as someone threw a dagger at him. The dragon bellowed again, although more in annoyance and twisted its gigantic, serpentine body in pursuit of the soldier unfortunate enough to have thrown the blade.

"This way, mage!" The blond cried through his daze. "Jump through the hole and onto the beam. Escape through the inn and salvage whatever you can. Avoid the guards and run for your life. I'll meet you eventually if Talos wills it."

Harry nodded respectfully, too weak for words, and clambered painfully to his feet. Sucking in large gulps of smoke-riddled air, Harry swayed on his forced himself to take one step forward and then another until he had ambled through the hole and onto said plank of wood. He was momentarily surprised at how right it felt to balance on something like this in the air. It reminded him briefly about a mode of transportation from his past life but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

Swaying on his feet slightly, he stuck out his arms to maintain his balance and tip-toed hurriedly across the beam until he reached a pile of crates and barrels that was close enough to jump onto. He landed with a thud and his knees buckled. Harry groaned as he slipped and crashed down to the floor although his fall was slowed by his landing station. Once there, he glanced around trying to see if there was anything that could help him escape, some decent clothes or a weapon since his own robes were torn to shreds by his close proximity to dragon fire.

Unfortunately, everything was too heavily damaged so he dashed out onto the street once more. This time, everything was ten times worse as the soldiers were busy defending the village and guiding the villagers to safety.

At least this provided a distraction for Harry and the Stormcloak to escape. Harry felt a bit cowardly though since he had vaguely remembered facing dragons before. He didn't exactly fight them but he had encountered them a couple times and had hoped it would be the last one.

Even so, he disliked dragons and definitely disliked this one. The ones in his world hadn't been so deranged that they would attack civilians and Harry towns. Then again, given the chance to escape who knew what they'd do? Wait...where had that come from? Harry staggered and gasped as his vision blurred and his headache almost over-powered him as it seemed to do when one of these abstract thoughts popped into his head.

Breathing deeply he opened his eyes and looked around, silently deliberating if he should run for his life and give up Helgen as a lost cause or face his fear and fight the dragon with the Imperials. No matter how corrupt they might be, putting an innocent man to death to avoid legal work, at least they were defending the town and trying to protect the people even if they were doing a poor job of it.

The Stormcloaks, on the other hands, were somewhat cowardly trying to escape in the chaos of villagers being slaughtered by the dragon when they should give up their grudges and join the fight so that some lives could be saved. However, Helgen did look like a lost cause and perhaps they were right about giving up. As if to confirm his views, the little boy who lost his father simply stood there amidst the rubble while the dragon stomped and roared not more than two feet away from him. The boy just stood there listlessly as if he had given up all hope of survival.

Not everyone thought that way though since the helmetless soldier who read off the death list was in a defensive stance with another guard. Upon seeing the boy, the soldier darted over to him and guided him gently to safety. Glancing around for more survivors, the soldier spotted Harry and his eyes widened momentarily, obviously impressed.

"Still alive, prisoner?" He asked. "Then stick with me if you want to stay that way."

"What happened to executing the good with the bad just to save time and paper work?" Harry growled, not caring a second that the dragon was just about to snap them in two.

The man shot Harry an apologetic look.

"Sorry," He mumbled. "But they're the captain's orders. Skyrim has caused many problems since the ban of Talos worship and the murder of Skyrim's High King. I wanted to protest but would have been branded a traitor myself had I said anything."

Harry heaved a sigh.

The man made sense even if he didn't want to believe it. Still, he seemed the decent sort and promised him a proper burial and something told Harry these folks didn't give those honours to traitors.

"Gunmar," The Imperial ordered. "Take care of the boy, I must join the defence."

"Gods guide you, Haadvar," Gunmar said respectfully.

The soldier called Haadvar nodded briefly before dashing off past a wall of fire and the ruins of a house. Not seeing the Stormcloaks anywhere, Harry heaved a sigh and ran after the Imperial. He felt pretty bad about leaving the town to its fate while trying to run for his life. He didn't remember much about his own life but something told him he had a "saving people thing" and running off with the Stormcloak rebels didn't sit well with that policy.

Gasping for breath, Harry wound his way past the darkened entrance to a tower, leapt nimbly over a deceased Imperial soldier and surged into a dingy back alley trying not to stumble on the cobblestone path.

"Stay close to the wall!" Haadvar bellowed and Harry was not one to disagree with him.

No sooner had he crouched down in the shadows than the dragon landed with a crash on the wall behind them opposite another tower or building. Harry stumbled backwards as the dragon's barbed scaled wing dropped right in front of him and the dragon opened its maw releasing another torrent of flames.

For a moment, Harry got a crazy idea of scaling up the dragon's wings and gouging out its eyes or chopping it to pieces somehow. But he had no weapon at all and even Haadvar, who had an unsheathed sword, was hiding from the beast that was right above them.

The creature obviously wasn't that smart since it didn't notice the two very big life-forms right below it. Instead, it kept roaring and burning in front of its line of site. Harry knew though that in seconds their ruse could be up and the dragon would swallow them hole so while he hated himself for not taking action, he knew he had no choice but to do so or rather, do nothing.

He didn't have to wait long though for seconds later the dragon leapt into the air with a fierce beating of wings.

"Follow me!" Haadvar cried and Harry gladly did so, wanting to put himself to work saving the village.

If he could do so, then perhaps he could prove that he was really innocent. It was far better than running off with known rebels and traitors which wouldn't look good on his resume. Not looking back, Harry ran after the Imperial darting from house to house leaping over charred bodies and darting past crackling bonfires.

Men cried out in terror as the dragon did not relent his assault. For a brief moment, Harry glimpsed some hooded people with hands outstretched and his heart leapt into his throat as he saw raw power crackling their finger tips. He could literally smell magic dripping off their fingers and for one terrible moment he longed to join them.

Off to the distance, he saw Haavard run out of the entrance to the courtyard and heard him arguing with the blond who turned out to be Rolaf. The dragon swooped low over them and let out a roar. As one body, the Imperial mages jerked back their hands that were surging and crackling with power. Then their hands shot forward. Sparks of lighting, tongues of flame, and blasts of frost burst exploded as the dragon swooped low over them.

It shrieked in rage and let out a burst of flame. A mage screamed in pain as she caught fire. Her arms and legs flailed helplessly as her bodies broke into convulsions and she fell to the ground, dead. In a split second, everything blurred and went in slow motion. Something snapped inside of Harry Potter. He saw red and his right hand lifted up into the air. The dragon roared in triumph and Harry's eyes crackled with fury. The mages around him actually stepped back warily.

Harry felt raw power fill every fragment of his being and surge through him towards his palm. With a roar of his own, he felt something break inside him like chains being torn to shreds and a bolt of dark blue lightning exploded out of his hand. It soared through the air and leapt onto the dragon's left wing making it shriek in rage and lose its balance in the air, forcing it to land in the courtyard beyond the archway.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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