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Italics text = character thinking to themselves.
Underline+Italics = character communicating with telepathy
Bold text = shouting
Bold+Italcs = Casting Spell/Ability
Chapter Twenty-Five
They don't do resurrections like they used to
The stay in Solitude prolonged itself from a few days that they had been planning to a couple weeks. In that time, Harry had not only made quite a bit of cash but managed to practice his blacksmithing enough to forge not only the Orcish Armor set that he had been planning, but also created Glass Armor and learned how to improve and modify armor that was enchanted in some way, which the regular blacksmiths shied away from.
During that time, he and the Soul-Tamer sisters also made a bit of a name for themselves, clearing out bandit camps and putting down giants that had been terrorizing the area, even slaying a couple dragons that made their appearance in the Hold. It was with these dragon appearances that Harry reached a startling conclusion – and something that should have been obvious to him from the get – go: there were too many dragons; specifically, there were more dragons being sighted across Skyrim then there were Dragon Burial Grounds according to the Dragonstone he retrieved himself.
Which meant that Alduin was not reviving just the Dragons in Skyrim, but in all of Tamriel, everywhere the Blades had buried them in the past. And they were all coming to Skyrim for one reason or another, either to support Alduin more closely… or to hunt Harry down.
From there, Harry began using his teleportation much more often and by the end of the first week in Solitude he had already slain a dozen dragons and devoured their souls, in the process earning some pull with the various Jarls from whom he had received requests to hunt down the dragons. By the end of the second week, his accumulated dragon souls had been in the mid-thirties.
That was not to say killing dragons was all that he had done while in Solitude. A little help here, a little there, and he had gained enough goodwill from both the populace and from the Jarl Elisif the Fair, the widow of High King Torygg, enough to be named Thane of Haafingar Hold… though secretly allowing her to speak and say her goodbyes to her deceased husband via the Stone of Resurrection certainly helped getting in her good graces, earning her trust and a permanent invitation to all her gatherings.
In all honesty, however, what he was truly aiming for was permission to purchase property within Solitude, which was exactly what he did landing himself the Proudspire Manor, likely the most expensive home he would be buying in Skyrim, a purchase of 25.000 septims, to which another 14.000 septims was added for the interior decorations and furniture. It was all worth it though, a nice safe base within the most important city of Skyrim was worth twice as much money in his opinion. It also came with a beautiful yet strict Housecarl, one Jordis the Sword-Maiden, who looked after the place.
Their relaxation reached an end, however, when on one morning a Kage Bunshin informed him that Delphine had finally swiped the Horn of Jurgen the Windcaller.
"So, what now?" Miosotis inquired as they packed their gear for the road.
"Well, we've been in Solitude for a bit too long, so it's time to say goodbye to it for a while." Harry remarked. "And I received, just a few hours ago, a request from the Jarl of Whiterun to deal with a dragon at Whitewatch Tower, just north of Whiterun."
"And from there we can take it easy all the way to Riverwood, right?" Tamaria mused. "Fine, let's go."
Without further ado, the trio left Solitude on foot and then, once they were properly out of sight of any sentries, Harry teleported them away to their first destination, Whitewatch Tower.
The battle, if it could be called that, was nothing the brag home about. Oh, sure, the dragon put up quite a fight, but Harry's initial point stood: put an arrow through its brain and it died in short order. So while the Soul-Tamer sisters bombarded the dragon from different locations to distract it, Harry relied on his bow to put his arrows straight through the dragon's wings after infusing them with lightning chakra to increase penetration.
From there, it was easy to bring the dragon to the ground and even easier to restrict its movements once a Doton jutsu had been used to bind its legs and wings. Had it not been for its still free head that was Shouting his Frost Breath and Fire Breath at all within his line of sight, Harry would have simply walked up to it and ripped its soul out with the Human Path of the Rinnegan, like he had done to many dragons he had slain lately to gain their memories and new Shouts. Even without such valuable pieces of information, it was interesting to look through how they had witnessed millennia of the world's history from their point of view.
So, he simply infused an arrow with fire chakra and put it through the dragon's left eye and its brain, killing it in short order and granting him the power of another Dragon Soul.
From there, they traveled at a brisk pace to Whiterun where after receiving payment for the dragon's death, they settled to spend the night at Breezehome, Harry's house in the city.
"I still think this is a bad idea, you know." Miosotis remarked as they laid in bed that night, the sisters leaning onto Harry's torso from either side.
"Yeah, I don't trust that bitch. Who knows what she'll try to pull." Tamaria agreed. "We should come with you."
"As much as I would enjoy the company, this is something I'll have to handle on my own." Harry sighed. "Delphine will be paranoid enough with just me showing up; imagine her reactions when two half-elves are with me! She won't care that you're not with the Thalmor. To her, if your elven, you're an enemy. I'll work on changing that point of view, but until then I won't be able to take you with me when I'm meeting with her and her allies."
"You're just using that as an excuse to keep us all to yourself, aren't you?" Tamaria smirked.
"Damn right. Your asses are mine." Harry huffed playfully.
"Of course they are; you keep claiming them whenever you have the chance." Miosotis gave him a lusty smile that triggered another round of lovemaking.
Timeskip – four days later, Sleeping Giant Inn, Riverwood
It was simplicity itself to teleport back to Riverwood and go to the Inn Delphine was in charge of. After silently flashing the note she had left back in Ustengrav in place of the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller, she directed him to her room.
After a few minutes of wait, she came in with a serious expression.
"We need to talk." Harry said plainly.
"Yes. But not here. Come." Delphine spoke as she opened her closet and then its fake back to reveal a descending stairway.
"After you, I think." Harry wave her on.
Narrowing her eyes, she led him down to the hidden underground room. There were several racks of weapons, bookcases, and in the center of the room was a large table with a map of Skyrim on it, several recent additions with red all over, some of them already crossed out.
"So, you're supposed to be the Dragonborn." Delphine began.
"Yes, apparently absorbing a dragon's soul when they bite the dust gives you that name." Harry remarked. "Now then, you took the Horn because you wanted my attention. You have it. Now you have five minutes to convince me not to break your spine for wasting my time."
"…So you claim." Delphine said slowly though he could see wariness in her eyes.
"Make that four minutes." Harry raised an eyebrow as he hit her with a wandless Compulsion Charm.
"Tsk, fine. I suppose that I can admit that news of something happening when you killed a dragon." The woman sighed. "I'm not one to trust rumors, though, so don't expect me to be convinced until I've seen you do it with my own eyes."
"That's fine with me." Harry rolled his eyes.
"Assuming, for argument's sake, that you are the Dragonborn, then you will need help." Delphine began.
"And you're volunteering?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "What makes you so special?"
"What do you know of the Blades?" Delphine smirked.
"Oh, I've heard of the Blades, alright." Harry snorted. "Your group started off well, hunting dragons and bringing stability to Tamriel. Then you became the emperor's lapdogs before finaly being thrown away after the White Gold Concordat. I'm surprised there are any of you left, to be honest."
"That's… an antagonistic way of seeing things." Delphine scowled.
"I don't hear you denying anything." Harry eyed her steadily.
"Tsk, fine, our group has made some stupid mistakes in recent times and it led to our near complete destruction." Delphine sighed.
"In other words, you can't provide me with any manpower to help take out the dragons." Harry deduced. "However, I doubt you've called me here for that. So spill."
"I have reason to believe that the Thalmor are behind the return of the dragons." Delphine stated.
"While I agree that they are benefiting from the trouble the dragons are causing, I also know quite well that you only think that because you hate the Thalmor and blame everything wrong in the world on them." Harry snorted.
"Are you…" Delphine began with a sneer.
"I'm not a Thalmor supporter." Harry cut her off dryly. "Hell, I hate the fuckers. But going ahead and blaming the appearance of the dragons on them without evidence won't solve our problems. Tell me, have you been keeping track of the revived dragons among those marked on the Dragonstone I recovered?"
"…Yes." Delphine confirmed. "I was actually planning on getting you to prove you're a Dragonborn by reaching a dragon that is being revived and having you kill it permanently."
"I don't mind; it will give us a chance to see who is doing it." Harry replied "And me a chance to see if I can't copy that Shout." He thought before adding "By the way, it's not just the dragons in Skyrim that are being revived."
"What do you mean?!" Delphine demanded.
"I've killed over thirty dragons by now. I sense their souls within me so I know it's not the same ones." Harry began. "Unless there are a lot of unmarked dragon burial sites that are not mapped on the Dragonstone, dragons from all over Tamriel are being revived. And they're coming here."
"…Talos save us all." Delphine whispered in dread.
"Now, is this map accurate? Is the Kynesgrove burial site next?" Harry eyed the map on the table.
"Yes." Delphine shook her head to snap out of it. "We should be going; we can talk more on the way. If you need any gear, help yourself." She gestured at the racks of weapons and chests that contained armor.
Nodding, Harry proceeded to go through it all, if only to see if there was anything of interest, taking several skill books and regular ones, spells tomes potions… though he mainly kept an eye on Delphine as she stripped naked and changed into her Blades armor. He had to admit, for a woman in her mid-forties, she had a nice body, kept in shape from training. Not his type, though.
"Ready?" Harry eyed her.
"Yes, let's go. We have long way ahead of us." Delphine replied.
"Not really." Harry shook his head as he grabbed her arm under the elbow as he twisted on his heel, Apparating them just outside Kynesgrove. "We're already here." he informed her before blinking and looking down to see her emptying her stomach… on his boots. "Seriously?" Harry groaned as he backed away from her and cleaned himself with a wandless charm.
"That… was unpleasant." Delphine gasped out as she stood up.
"You get used to it after a while." Harry shrugged.
"That… was Teleportation, wasn't it?" she eyed him warily. "That makes you a mage… are you from the College of Winterhold?" she narrowed her eyes in distaste.
"No, do I plan on joining soon." Harry admitted.
"You shouldn't." Delphine spat. "Those fools are completely irresponsible and…"
"If this is a speech about how they caused a large portion of Winterhold to sink into the Sea of Ghosts, then you're wasting your breath." Harry cut her off dryly. "I've been to Winterhold in passing, and I took a good look at the cliffs that overlook the sea. Winterhold did not sink because some unstable magic the College pulled off. It sank because the Jarl at the time was a greedy, irresponsible bastard that mined the are directly under the city near the sea, which made it unstable and eventually collapsed. The reason why everyone blames the mages if because the presence of the College there makes it a believable excuse for those who are too stupid to look at the evidence. Plus, the Jarl at the time had rather close ties to the Emperor, so…" he trailed off.
"I… see." Delphine looked like she had swallowed a lemon.
"What? You're shocked people are this stupid or this corrupt? You surprise me, Blade, and not in a good way." Harry snorted and led the way to Braidwood Inn. "Let's get settled in. It may take a few days for anything of note to happen. In that time, you will explain to me everything." He uttered in a tone that brooked not argument.
Timeskip – six days later
Harry was bored out of his mind. It had been six days since they had arrived in Kynesgrove, six days since they had located the dragon burial ground…
"And six fucking days since I've had to put up with Delphine." He inwardly snarled.
The woman, for all the bravery and valor she tried to project, was little more than a rat. She had scurried off when the Blades began being hunted down and hid like a coward, forsaking even those she once called comrades in order to maintain her own anonymity.
It was all out of an inflated sense of self-worth. She had been a grunt among the Blades. She held no influence, not talent, no power whatsoever. And the only reason she was making such a fuss about helping him defeat the dragons was to use him to get one last shot at fame before dying, and if she got to kill a few of the Thalmor she hated so much in the process, even better.
If he did not need her to maintain appearances back at Hogwarts, he would have disposed of her body by now. Her self-righteous spiel was seriously getting on his nerves.
Hogwarts, Earth
"Harry looks like he's about to kill someone." Susan commented lowly as she watched the projection above the Gryffindor table.
"Well, Alduin should arrive soon to revive that other dragon, so he'll get an outlet." Kaguya shot back in amusement. "Never mind that; how are we going to handle this mess?"
The mess she was referring to was the chaos that had descended upon Hogwarts soon after the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament had started. By the fifth minute of watching, more than two thirds of the audience which consisted almost entirely of students of Hogwarts, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons had been traumatized.
How could they not? One of the first things they saw was someone being killed with an arrow as he tried to escape while the next was the execution via beheading of another. And if that was not enough, Alduin showing up, torching the town and killing dozens if not hundreds certainly was.
There was nobody within Hogwarts now that could not see the Threstrals.
And it got worse from there, with Harry himself killing man after man and dragon after dragon, not to mention wild animals, trolls and giants. Almost wherever he went, he left a trail of blood. It was to be expected, the majority of the jobs available in Skyrim involved getting rid of threats by killing them.
But could the sheltered wizards see things like that? Hell no! for most of them, the worst thing to have happened was being bullied by Snape during potions. They did not even comprehend the idea of fighting back with lethal force, not in a society where Dumbledore had been preaching about forgiveness and redemption since he put his old pal Grindelwald in jail.
For them, doing a job usually meant joining the Ministry in some capacity only to soon find out what you know meant squat compared to who you knew and more importantly how pure your blood was. And a society where magic users were looked down upon? Ludicrous!
By comparison, Krum who had all too easily abandoned the use of his wand for a machinegun was far more acceptable even if he spilled just as much blood as Harry did. But then again, all those he was killing were muggles who in the minds of most automatically equated less important, more expendable.
Hell, in a way Krum's Task was actually helping open up the eyes of the British Wizarding World about how dangerous muggles could be when they wanted to. More than a few purebloods had paled at the damage a single grenade could cause, never mind a rocket launcher and C4.
In Harry's case, though, three sides were rapidly forming.
The first and most vocal side was that which proclaimed him to be a Dark Wizard and a murderer, a rising Dark Lord that could become more powerful and more evil then Voldemort had been.
They were not entirely wrong in thinking that, as Harry was distinctly NOT a Light Wizard, but at the same time he simply did not care enough about Wizarding Britain to bother conquering them.
The second side proclaimed him to be an agent of justice sent by Magic itself to right the wrongs in Skyrim, taking his Dragonborn status as proof of it, and declared that upon his return Harry will bring forth a new era of magic in their world using the arcane secrets he had learnt in Skyrim.
This group was not entirely wrong either, as there were bound to be changes once Harry returned, though few were likely to be to the satisfaction of the wizarding population at large, if the effects even spread that far.
The final and most numerous group was that which was simply declaring Harry to be more powerful then Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Voldemort combined and were dead set on not standing in his way regardless of what a Super Wizard like him decided to do when he got back.
It was a cowardly approach, but at the same time surprisingly sensible. After all, if the burning and freezing breath of a dragon like Alduin and the many that followed could not leave a scratch on him, what hope would they, mere mortals, could have?
It was the last camp that Kaguya and Susan were using their influence among the students to help grow. After all, they were well aware that Wizarding Britain was made out of stupid sheep just as likely to turn on you as they were to support you. They also knew that the valued their own asses above anything else, so if they feared you they would not get in your way regardless of what you were doing.
Kaguya knew what Harry's plans were. She knew that he would be disliked long before he would be praised for them, even if he had the well-being of Wizarding Britain at heart when making them. So she was using his actions in Skyrim to help plant the seeds of fear and submission before his power. She knew well enough that while fame and popularity were fickle, power was still power regardless of everything else and people at least feared if not respect power.
Already, people from all over Britain and from abroad were coming by to watch Harry's performance at least for a few days. After all, the others were not that interesting. Luna and Fleur were essentially sleeping while Krum was among muggles which did not interest wizards at the best of times.
Harry, though, was putting up quite the show even in the short time, for them, that the Task had been going on. Action, adventure, even romance of the more forbidden sort what with him being affectionate with the two half-elven sisters. Kaguya was more than certain that most if not all black-outs of his surveillance charm involved him getting laid.
She could tell, though, that the attraction he had for the two Soul-Tamer sisters was purely sexual. She could see why, too, those two were certainly a couple exotic catches she would not mind bedding once or a few dozen times. They did not click, though, as she had seen Luna, Susan and even herself do with Harry. So it was likely that Harry would keep them as fuck-buddies for the rest of his time on Nirn – which she approved wholeheartedly with – but nothing beyond that.
"Remind me to thank your aunt for getting us an official copy of the rules of this particular Triwizard Tournament." Kaguya said out loud as she watched a disgruntled Dumbledore with a satisfied smile.
As soon as Harry had proven before the eyes of hundreds not to be Dumbledore's man by brutally killing his enemies rather than Disarming and Stunning them like every boy hero of light and justice was expected to do, the old man had begun distancing himself from Harry and allowing himself to be heard about how disappointed he was that the last Potter had taken such a dark path. Kaguya had not been surprised, she had half-expected Dumbledore to do just that as soon as Harry was not there to see him.
The fact was, Dumbledore feared Harry. He had ever since the young Lord had disarmed him and earned the allegiance of the Elder Wand. Oh, Dumbledore put up a great front of disapproving but resigned acceptance of Harry's change of attitude while the young immortal was around, but at the end of the day Dumbledore had seen Harry for over a decade as an unfortunate but necessary sacrifice for Voldemort's final defeat. Such things did not change easily, and while the removal of Harry's status as an accidental Horcrux meant he no longer needed to die, Dumbledore had spent far too long not caring about his wellbeing and life in general to start now. Sure, he took Harry into account in all his relevant long-term plans now, but it was unlikely to ever fully sink into his head that Harry was no longer expendable.
Thus, with Harry now publicly taking actions of the likes Dumbledore had been condemning his entire political career and without the powerhouse that was Harry close by to keep him in check, the old man was letting his opinions known… funny how it easy it had been, give that barely a day had passed.
If she had to be completely honest, Kaguya would admit that Dumbledore would have as much to gain from Harry dying in Skyrim as Voldemort would. After all, Harry was just as likely to turn the old man's perfect world of 'The Greater Good' on its head.
Kaguya was not worried though. Not anymore, at least. She had watched Harry battle dragon after dragon in a short time and while Alduin was in a league of its own, the World Eater should not be anything Harry won't be able to handle. The only actual threats were the Daedric Princes and the Nine Divines as they possibly possessed power on par with her own at her in her prime, if not greater. However, Harry – hopefully – knew not to mess with them too much, to avoid biting more then he could chew.
"No, Harry will be fine. It's Luna we should worry about now." The Otsutsuki decided as her gaze moved to the image showing Luna still in the Animus.
It was just a trick, though. She knew better then to believe the actual Luna Lovegood was wasting her time in what was essentially a technological pensive. The one within the Animus was a Kage Bunshin, without a doubt. With the Animus not requiring a DNA sample and merely taking the data it needed by scanning the subject's body, the use of a Kage Bunshin was viable.
Which begged the question:
"I wonder what Luna is really doing right now."
Another world, Abstergo facility
"Hm, let's see what this does." Luna smiled sweetly as she calmly spread the golden-orange Shroud of Eden over the body of Álvaro Gramática whom she had killed minutes before with a Suffocation Curse which prevented his lungs from continuing to draw air.
As she had been half-hoping, half-expecting, within the minute a loud gasping was heard from under the Shroud which was soon pushed aside by the man who wore a distinctly unpanicked expression for someone who had just died.
"You… are the one who killed Álvaro." The man currently controlling Álvaro Gramática's body remarked as he eyed her.
"And you are Consus, also known as Prometheus, disciple of Hephaestus. An Isu who transferred himself into one of his own creations." Luna replied calmly.
"…I see, you are of Isu descent." Consus sighed, somehow sensing the presence of the Sixth Sense, Knowledge, within her.
"I am also of Otsutsuki descent." Luna pleasantly informed him.
"Otsutsuki?" Consus blinked. "I… have not heard this name before. What is it?"
"Hm, how about a trade? You answer a question of mine and I shall tell you what the Otsutsuki are." Luna offered.
"That seems fair. Ask away, though do hurry. I cannot maintain control over this body for more than ten minutes." Consus informed her.
"Well then, I know that you seem to take control over the bodies the Shroud heals if the damage was great, but are you actually being transferred temporarily from the Shroud or is your mind merely temporarily copied in the host?" Luna tilted her head curiously.
"Ah, I was hoping someone eventually thought of that." Consus nodded in satisfaction. "The answer is a variation of your second guess. My mind is indeed temporarily copied into the person my creation has healed, and it only remains so for up to fifteen minutes to avoid causing damage to the host's more primitive brain. However, a link remains between my consciousness inside the Shroud and that in the host body, so I remember what I have done and learnt while within a host."
"What about Álvaro Gramática? Is his mind still in there, or will it only return after you leave?" Luna frowned.
"Álvaro is in here also, merely… let us call it sleeping." Consus shrugged.
"I see, I see." Luna nodded in satisfaction. "Well, I guess it's my turn, right?"
"Indeed, please explain to me what are the Otsutsuki." Consus agreed.
"The Otsutsuki are a nomad clan of extra-terrestrials. They travel from planet to planet, using their abilities to drain them dry of life to increase their own near-immortal lifespan and their powers over nature and reality itself." Luna smiled winningly as she raised her hands upon which slits opened to reveal crimson eyes bearing rings around the pupils in a ripple-like pattern.
Before Consus could utter another word or do anything but widen his eyes in shock, Luna's hands grasped the sides of his heads before pulling.
In her left hand was the spirit of Álvaro Gramática which she released soon after, once all the memories had been transferred to her mind. In her left, though, as what looked like the ghost of a ghost, mere silvery outlines of a real spirit. It was the copy of Consus within Gramática which Luna was now draining dray of knowledge. It took her nearly three minutes to do so and when she was done, she had to sit down and work her way through reorganizing her mind to accommodate the massive influx of information that she had received.
She was not sure what all those memories were, but she could tell from the bits she had allowed to pass through her conscious mind that most did not belong to Consus. More than likely, when Consus' mind was copied in a host body, the mind of the host was also copied within the Shroud, or at least the memories.
Once she was certain she could function properly – even if she still had a splitting headache – she got back to her feet and returned her attention to the lab and the dozens of Pieces of Eden all over the place.
It had taken her hours of using Legilimency on Abstergo employees, jumping from trail to trail, hint to hint, until she finally found someone who was high enough on the Templar food chain to know exactly where Álvaro Gramática had his lab, having delivered a Piece of Eden there herself and having been considered loyal and competent enough to not kill off to eliminate a potential leak.
Which resulted in Luna raiding the place under the cover of invisibility, taking control of all the security personnel using the Imperius Curse and then, killing all the other staff one by one via the Human Path of the Rinnegan, ripping their souls out to gain all their memories. The sole exception had been Gramática who was by far the most dangerous person in the building, having at his disposal dozens of Pieces of Eden who could do who knew what. More than likely, had he caught her sneaking up on him to kill him, he would have used on of the numerous Pieces of Eden with brainwashing powers to make her an obedient pawn that would spill all her secrets at his command.
There had been several reasons why Luna had chosen him to be her first high-ranked target.
The first reason was that due to his positon Álvaro Gramática was in contact with and knew the locations of several other high-ranked Templars, thus allowing Luna to track them down and gain further high-ranked information of their Order and Abstergo as a whole.
The second reason was that Álvaro Gramática was a genius and probably knew more about Isu technology the other human alive, evidence being his work on the Akashic Satellite Plexus and the creation of the Data Dump Scanner that eventually lead to the creation of Helix, a project Luna herself was part of, during which the genetic memories of people with Assassin and Templar were recorded digitally to allow others to relieve them at a later time.
The third reason was that Gramática's lab was an information hub in which all the Animus Memory Sets of notice had copies recorded for him to go through to help him decode the secrets of the Pieces of Eden he was studying.
The fourth reason was that Gramática was the head of the Phoenix Project whose goal was the creation through genetical engineering of a full triple-helix Isu body that would hopefully aid in the understanding the Pieces of Eden and other precursor technology. This project could not be allowed to bear fruit as the one truly behind it was Juno, the rogue Isu that had been until late 2012 been imprisoned in the Grand Temple and now existed digitally in The Grey, who would like nothing more than to obtain an Isu body of her own.
The fifth reason was that due to his work, Gramática had on hand at all times several important and powerful Pieces of Eden, the most important of them being the Apples of Eden, Memory Seals and Precursor boxes, at least one of which being now before Luna's eyes, which contained priceless Isu knowledge and the potential to help in the recovery of more Pieces of Eden.
The sixth reason was that Gramática was known to possess the original Shroud of Eden that contained the consciousness of Consus, an Isu that had created several Pieces of Eden himself. The wealth of Isu knowledge he possessed was incalculable.
The seventh reason was that Álvaro Gramática was a complete and utter bastard who would like nothing more than to dissect children if it helped him further his research into the Isu. He simply needed to die, the sooner the better.
Shaking her head to snap out of her introspection, she formed a few Kage Bunshin and had them begin he data download on portable memory drives or if that was not possible simply remove the hard drives from the computers…
"You know what? Let's take the computers as well." Luna decided out loud. "They're some of the most advanced human-made ones in this world, so we could only benefit from having them. We would have to destroy them otherwise."
As her clones made sounds of approval and agreement, Luna herself made her way around the lab collecting all the Pieces of Eden without exception and sealed them individually in properly labeled containment seals in a large scroll.
Within the hour, the entire lab had been sacked, every last valuable object sealed in Luna's scrolls and every last witness and recording set on fire. Fierndfyre, to be precise.
"Now let's go pay Isabelle Ardant and Laetitia England a visit." She mused to herself as she walked away from the burning bunker. "It would to keep those ladies waiting… though I suppose I should replace my Kage Bunshin first. It would be bothersome if I was discovered to be missing." She decided.
Kynesgrove, Skyrim, Tamriel, Nirn
If anyone had seen Harry's reaction when Alduin made his arrival to Kynesgrove known by setting a couple buildings on fire, they would have thought him to be mad or at least on drugs. After all, there was no good reason for him to be that relieved when a dragon attacked the village.
Clearly, they had never had to spend nearly an entire week in the presence of Delphine when she was not bothering with her innkeeper persona.
"It's here! A dragon is here!" Delphine burst into his room.
"I've noticed." Harry remarked dryly as he pointed at the dragon visible through his window. "Let's go." He said and without further ado jumped out the window and took off in a run towards the dragon burial ground where he knew Alduin was heading.
Sure enough, less than a minute after they had arrived at the scene and were hiding behind some trees, Alduin descended to hover just above the burial ground.
"Slen – Tiid – Vo!" Alduin Shouted at the dragon burial ground under the gaze of Harry's attentive Rinne-Sharingan.
"Flesh – Time – Undo. That was the Shout he used." Harry quickly translated the Shout that had just been burned into his memory. "Does that mean that it only reverses the effects of time on the flesh? I suppose that is possible… after all, the souls of these dragons are bound to their bones unless there is Dragonborn around when they die. So there is no need to recall the soul as it's still present, merely reanimate the body… I can use that. After all, I have other ways of summoning souls." He decided with a grin, already directing some of the dragon souls within him to infuse those three Words with power, making the Shout usable.
Before their very eyes, the skeleton of the deceased dragon regrew its flesh and hide as life returned to its bones.
"Sahloknir, ziil gro dovah ulse!" Alduin uttered to the revived dragon.
"Sahloknir, I bound your dragon spirit for eternity!" Harry mentally translated.
"Alduin, thuri! Boaan tiid vokriiha suleyksejun kruziik?" the named Sahloknir called out.
"Alduin, my lord! Has the time come to revive our ancient realm?" Harry translated.
"Geh, Sahloknir, kaali mir." Alduin replied.
"Yes, Sahloknir, my champion." Harry narrowed his eyes as the World Eater turned his attention to him and Delphine, the later whom began to back away.
"Ful, losei Dovahkiin? Zu'u koraav nid nol dov do hi." Alduin said derisively.
"Well, wait till your soul lies within me. Then you'll see it." Harry shot back earning a snarl from the firstborn of Akatosh.
"Sahloknir, krii daar joorre." Alduin ordered before flying off.
"What did he say?" Delphine demanded.
"Take a guess." Ha"Sahloknir, I bind your dragon spirit for eternity!"rry rolled his eyes as he put up a gravity shield with his Deva Path to block the Fire Breath of Sahloknir, the newly revived dragon minion of Alduin.
"We've got to ground that bastard!" Delphine yelled as she notched and arrow and shot it uselessly into the dragon's torso, here his hide was the thickest.
"Shut up and watch. You want to see a Dragonborn in action, remember?" Harry calmly reminded her as he advanced towards the dragon "Fus – Ro – Dah!" he Shouted, blasting Sahloknir away with an overpowered Unrelenting Force. Then, before the dragon could steady itself in the air, Harry held his hand out towards is and made a pulling motion. "Banshō Ten'in!" he whispered as the dragon was flung towards him… only to receive a Rasengan in the face.
Hurrying to the downed and disorientated dragon, Harry wasted no time to use the Human Path to rip its soul out, absorbing it along with its memories as the dragon was once more reduced to a skeleton which was quickly sent away with the Kamui.
"Satisfied?" Harry glanced at the Blade that had been annoying him for the past few days, now much calmer after having gained the Reanimation Shout.
"Very." She tried to school her face to not reveal just how shocked she was. "We… should get back to Riverwood."
"I'll meet you there in a few weeks, I have some other things to do in the meantime. I've wasted enough time waiting for this dragon to be revived." Harry told her as he headed towards the inn.
"Fine, I'll try to prepare our next move before I see you again." Delphine agreed.
Half hour later and ten minutes after Harry had teleported away, it occurred to her that he could have taken her back to Riverwood before going on his own way.
She would have probably been even more annoyed if she knew that it was to her hidden underground room in Riverwood that Harry had teleported to, to retrieve the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller that he needed to complete the task set for him by the Graybeards.
A.N.: Merry Christmas everyone!
I've been working on this chapter for a long while now, as I'm sure you must have realized. It's been, what, four months since the last update? My Skyrim game kept crashing whenever I tried to loot a body or even just open a damn door. I tried to fix it, I reinstalled the game, tried to make some changes to my system as a whole so that maybe, just maybe, it will work right. It didn't. So, I pretty much gave up on it and chose to rely on my memory, information from the Elder Scrolls Wiki and youtube videos. I hope it worked out right.
I've finally given you all a glimpse of what's been going on at Hogwarts and with Luna. It will be a while before the next one, though, since I'm trying to squeeze four years in Skyrim in just one month of Hogwarts time.
I'm also updating one of my other stories and, as a Christmas treat, I'm posting two new stories that have been in the works for a while now and which I finally got around to writing down, what with my issues with Skyrim.
I don't think I'll have the next chapter of this story ready by New Years Eve, but I hope to post it in the first week of January at least.
Once again, Merry Christmas everyone!