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... It was then that I knew that something more was going on in Skyrim. I had just let the Imperial city after fighting in the arena for three years for my freedom and I was ready to look for a place to settle down. Atlas, the gods and daedra had other plans for I.

The bandits struck in the night. The soldiers that the caravan hired for the trip were quickly overrun as the outlaws made short work of us. They weren't attacking for the goods that the caravan had. Talos no, they were after me. It seemed that a noble man from the city wanted me and because I was freed from by chains he could not buy me. So he hired thugs to do his dirty work for him.

I fought back of course, but even if they were trying to take me alive, I had no trouble in killing them. My years in the arena had honed my ability to fight, as nearly every match there was to the death. I fought with my blade to cover the escape of the cowardly Khajiit who I had come to like. An arrow put him down from behind as he tried to fight off an undead warrior summon.

I myself went down with a blow to the head from the traitor in the group. A High Elf who's name I do not remember, but I recalled his face for a long time afterwards. The group took me to the borders of Skyrim and Cyrodiil where they were to meet my buyer. Of course one the filth thought it was a good idea to make sure the goods were in good order. I cut his eyes when he tried to be fresh with me. I am after all a proud daughter of Skyrim, not some slut for some male who still drinks his mothers teat. The female twins of the bandit group gave me nods of approval for that. The leader, however, thought that I should be properly broken in for my buyer.

That was when Ulfric and his Stormcloaks came in to my rescue. His Thu'um blasted the bandit chief off me and his men cut down the bandits with relish. He fought the chief with the fury of a true son of Skyrim and killed the man who had tried to take my honor. He had his men get me some new clothes and helped clean and bandage my wounds that the bandits had infected on me.

After a week, the Imperial army found the camp...

'You seemed to have had an interesting life mother.' With a sigh, the young woman placed her mothers journal back on the shelf. Rising from the chair, she walked to the dresser and got out her outfit for the day. As she had a meeting with the new Harbinger she knew she had to look her best. Looking over her armor, she groaned when she saw that it was nearly ruined from use. Putting it aside, she frowned as she noticed that all she had were dresses and other feminine apparel.

She hated that. She was a proud Nord warrior like her mother before her, not some pampered princess or noble lady. Her mother had told her when she was a little girl that she had to bear them, if only so that she knew how to lead a man on. Her mother had stated that she had robbed and killed several men by using only her female touch to lead them to the bedroom where she could kill them with their pants down.

Several members of the thieves guild and the Dark Brotherhood helped teach her the art of seduction after her mother passed on. The dark elf Karliah and the vampire breton Babette were good teachers in the art, along with their skills in acting and stealth. Babette was a good body guard when she wasn't eating or on a mission from the Nightmother, but she was gone now. Killed in a fight with some vampire slayers who called themselves the Dawnguard.

"Mistress? Are you ready for your meeting yet? Dra'raabi is worried you are taking too much time."

Opening the door the young woman looked the female Khajiit and rolled her eyes. "Dra'raabi, if you must know I am trying to find something to wear that will not get that miserable slime to think I am into him. He has been honding after me for months now to be his future bride and I will not have that miserable oaf of a male sink his hands into my family's wealth."

"Dra'raabi understands mistress. However Dra'raabi must point out that an alliance between your two families would increase your wealth and power. His family owns several trading outposts and lines, ones that could bring new assets to your family's more darker past times. Khajiit caverns aren't productive for mass shipments nor do they give stable resources for your use in your dealings." The Khajiit frustratingly rubbed her ears as she tried to explain to her lady.

The Nord woman rolled her eyes as she got dressed. Young lord troll face was indeed the owner of several major and minor shipping routes along with outposts and land routes to and from the east and south of Skyrim. But she hated his guts. He was as ugly as a frost troll with manners fitting of one as well. Then there was the fact that he was a coward and a man that rather have to pay for protection instead of learning to fight for himself. The only reason that he was after her hand was that if he married her he would can power to be equal to a well off noble lord in the Imperial senate.

'I wonder if I can hire someone to destroy his families name and honor,' she mused as she started to put up her hair. 'Then I can buy his assets at a reduced price and have his head on a pike.'

Harry Potter slowly opened his eyes and blinked. Sitting up he noticed, thankfully, that he was still in one piece and alive. Looking around with his blurry vision he wondered where he was. Locating his glasses he scampered away from the ledge that he did not notice before. Looking around Harry saw that he was in an indent high in the mountain side. Several meters from the ledge snow furies moved with high speed with the wind. Looking around all Harry could see was rocks, a shallow dent where he awoke... And no dragon.

"Now what?" He muttered as he tried to think of what to do. He pulled his arms closer to his body as a freezing breeze brushed passed him. Feeling thirsty he headed towards the sound of running water. As he walked he didn't notice that he was going watched by Faasnufojot. Then again she was resting and not moving while Harry was move focused on trying to stay warm while trying to drink some water for his parched throat.

"Morning little one," Faasnufojot called down to her newest charge. Her lips curled as the little joor jumped in surprise and a hint of fear. She knew that she had to work on that with him to hide his emotions. Ignoring the look on his face, she picked up the deer that she was saving for him. Dropping the dead deer to the ground she started to clean her talons and teeth. "Well then, eat up. When your done there's some fur armor in the chest that will keep you warm."

'Chest?' Harry looked to the right of the dragon at saw the chest that he was sure wasn't there moments before.

"Well are you going to eat it or not. I do not want to go looking for something else as this creature lost its life so that you can eat."

The sight of the blood dripping from the dead animal made Harry nauseous. "Um, I don't think so."

Faasnufojotrolled her eyes. "You mortals and you need for cooked food."

"Wha-?"

"Yol!"

Harry jumped as a blast of fire roasted the deer. Faasnufojot waited a few seconds before cooling the meat to a reasonable temperature for her charge to eat it without burning his mouth. "There you go. Now you will eat your food and if you need those tools you mortals use to eat, there is some in the chest as well."

Not wanting to upset the dragon, Harry hesitantly moved towards the chest and opened it. Looking inside he wondered if there was an enlargement charm on it as there so much in it. Gold coins, gems, a full set of leather armor line with fur, a dagger of some sort and some silver ware. There was also a staff of some sort and books titled with some language that he didn't recognize. The image on one of the books reminded him of a wizard but with a staff instead of a wand...

His wand!

"Where's my wand!" Harry cried out as he started to look around frantically. "Where is it!?"

Faasnufojot blinked as the boy started to run around like a terrified bandit. "What are you doing?"

"My wand is gone!"

"... Is it important to eat with?"

Harry's jaw dropped at the question. Here was a dragon that was asking him, a wizard, if his wand was important to eat with. "NO! My wand is-"

"If it is not for eating it doesn't matter right now. So... EAT!" Considering the matter settled, Faasnufojot shifted her weight as she went back to cleaning herself.

Gritting his teeth, Harry grabbed the silver ware and went to work eating the dear. He had never cooked nor tasted venison before so he was a bit unsure on the taste. But food was food and he had eaten worse growing up with the Dursleys. Chewing ion the meat, he found that it wasn't too bad but it needed some seasoning. As he ate a questions formed in his mind.

"What is your name?"

Harry watched as one of the female dragon's eyes flickered towards him. "...It's Faasnufojot. In your tongue it would be along the lines of Fearless frost maw. However, you may call me mom or mother as I am the one who is going to raise you properly for now on." She finished with pride.

Harry could feel a migraine coming on as he tried to wrap his mind around the idea that this dragon wanted to raise him.

"... Also I should introduce you to your sister. She's around your age but a little older I believe. She will be a good role model when I'm not around to keep an eye on you. She will be a good Aak, guide for you in these lands."

Now he really had a migraine. How in the world did this dragon, Faasnufojot, think that a young dragon would make a good sibling. If anything, reason dictated that it would try to play with him like a real dragon and kill him on accident by fire or it's body.

'Fate hates me,' Harry bemoaned as he thought about all the troubles it had sent him, 'Why can't I have a normal life?'

Faasnufojot was puzzled by her new child's reaction into knowing he would have a sister. Then again he was having to deal with being adopted by an awesome, amazing, skilled and powerful dragon like herself that had chosen to raise him. He should be proud that a great drake like herself even considered looking after him. She had every right to eat him after all, but he had looked like that he needed a family. Then again his reaction to the mentioning of family made her wonder if he did have some, but they were of the cruel kind.

"So little one, what do you call yourself?"

"I'm Harry Potter. " Harry then whispered under his breath that Faasnufojot heard clear as the skies in the upper air. "That's me, the boy who lived. Harry Potter."

"So you come from a like of pottery makers then Harry?"

Harry blinked. "I don't know. My parents were magic users and I never got much information about them other then what my I have been told."

All he knew of his parents was from Hagrid, Sirius, his professors Lupin and McGonagall, Dumbledore and finally Snape. Ron and Hermione had also shed some light by finding books about them for him to read. Several witches and wizards had also sent him some mail with information they had about his parents when they were in Hogwarts. His aunt did give him an old book of photographs to see his mother when she was younger for his birthday one time. Then his cousin burned it as he wanted to try out his new lighter.

'I wonder what Ron and Herione are taking this right now."

"Harry's luck really sucks." Ron blinked as he stared into the air. "First he's in the cup and now he's been taken by a talking dragon. Do you think that means he's out of the tournament Hermione?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "How am I to know Ron. That dragon was the first one of its kind to be discovered so I don't even know if it was telling the truth that she was going to adopt him. Hagrid looks like he is going to burst into tears over the matter."

"He is?" Ron looked over to where the half giant was standing. "Maybe he's as shocked as the rest of us. Or he's upset the dragon didn't take him instead."

Several students that overheard Ron snorted as to hide their laughter.

Dumbledore, along with everyone else in the stand stared where the dragon had disappeared with Harry. The year was going to be a pain again he knew as Harry was in the Tri Wizard Cup, but he was hoping for a quite year. Now he wondered if he should retire somewhere in the Bahamas. Far away from the headaches of his offices and worrying about a new dark lord or plot in the shadows every year. It was only November for Merlin's sake!

'At least I don't need to hire another teacher as Alastor Moody is still here.' The Headmaster thought to himself as he tired to understand why a dragon could talk and then why would it kidnap Harry instead of eating him?'

Beside him, Beauxbatons's headmistress and Durmstrang's headmaster were also wondering why a dragon would kidnap Potter. Both were wondering what would happen to the tournament as this was an unknown factor in the games. Bartemius Crouch Snr was in a daze as his mind went over the rules and how he was out of a job for the loss of the boy who lived. For many of the staff and students, there was a roar of conversation as they tried to figure out what just happened. Harry's house mates were the loudest of the rabble, while the Slytherin house was the most quite.

It took some time but soon the student bodies were sent back to the castle. The question on everyone's mind was what happened to Harry Potter.

...

"There has to be something in that rule book Crouch! We cannot stand by while a student has been taken!"

"There's nothing I can do Dumbledore. The egg is missing and the charm activated on to to showing that it was taken by Potter. Therefore by the rules, though loath am I to admit it, Potter has pasted the first test. So if he does not appear for the second task, the goblet will strip him of his magic."

Crouch and Dumbledore stared at each other as both tried to force the other to avoid the others gaze first.

"Enough the both of you. For shame Albus, Harry is missing and all you are doing is argue over the ruling of the cup." McGonagall's heated glare made both men wither under it. "Now is there anything we can do to trace where he has gone to? Further more where is Charles Weasly?"

"Mr. Weasly has been summoned to the Ministry to find out how this could have happened. After he has finished his report, he will be working with Mr. Scamander to find more information on the new drake and where it may have gone."

"Scamander, while a genus with magical beasts, possibly may be our best bet on finding more of the same species of dragon that female was. If the ability to talk is something that is a common among them perhaps one can take us to Potter." Moody took a swig of something from his flask. "However we are facing a series of unknowns as we must be prepared for the worse. Mr. Potter's wand was found in the arena and I strongly suspect that without it he will be nearly helpless in casting his magic. If what I've seen so far with the students in the school."

"Wandless magic? Don't be talking nonsense Moody. Only children are able to do that and their acts of magic are random at best. Then their the fact that the last person to use wandless magic with an once of control died three centuries ago due to lack of focus. Focus that Harry has proven himself not to have!"

Cornelius Fudge rubbed his head as he tried to forget of the political storm that the dragon had caused. The board of directors were on his heel about the reintroduction of the tournament and the complaints he had gotten from various parents over the matter. Now do to Potter being taken by a dragon who had claimed him as her son the wizarding would was in an up roar.

"I don't care about how you do it Albus, but find Harry and soon. This is a political nightmare for the British wizarding world and one of our jobs is at stake. And I will remove you as Headmaster if you fail to find the boy."

The aging wizard nodded as he agreed. Behind his nodding, Dumbledore was uneasy as he had been given a difficult task. With the threat of Voldemort and running the tournament, the old man was quickly hoping to retire soon to live out his days in peace. With a sigh, he watched as his office was cleared of people.

"What do you think?" He asked his Phoenix. Fawkes crooned as he picked at his feathers. "Your no help."

And done.

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