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Chapter 29 – Returning to the North

Sancre Tor, Colovia, Cyrodiil

Harry entered the library, his eyes seeking out his family and Professor Dumbledore. He saw that Dumbledore and Fleamont were both speaking with the archivist, and his mother and father were nowhere to be seen. He approached the three, his presence being quickly acknowledged. The archivist quickly excused himself and went on to another section of the library.

"Ah, Harry!" said his grandfather. "How was your little trip?"

"Enlightening," he replied. "My parents?"

"They went to explore the rest of the palace," said Fleamont. "Lily felt a bit unnerved by James being around many seemingly important documents. I am sure you understand why."

"So, she has him on a leash. Good," said Harry. "How did you find the library?"

"It's rather remarkable," said Dumbledore. "I admit being fascinated with Tamrielic lore. However, my curiosity and fascination would not be shared by many of our brethren back home."

Harry agreed with Dumbledore on that matter. "A narrow mind can blind one to the many wonders of creation."

"Truer words have never been spoken, Mr. Cyrodiil," replied Dumbledore. "I am certain you know what the reaction of many of the more…conservative members of our society would be to the elves or the…how do you pronounce it? Kajiit?"

"It's Khajiit, professor," corrected Harry. "However, I prefer the term 'mer', to that of 'elf'. Yet you would find that all the wizards in our home world pale in comparison to the likes of many Dunmer, or dark elves. Even I, who have been acknowledged as a Master-Wizard, the second-highest rank in the Mages Guild, can only dream of reaching the prowess of Masters Divayth Fyr and Neloth, both older than the three of us together."

"How old, exactly?" asked Fleamont in curiosity.

"I don't have an exact number, but Master Fyr is over four thousand years old" said Harry, surprising both Dumbledore and Fleamont. "A bit older than Barry Winkle, no?"

"Indeed," said Dumbledore.

"Well…anyway, when do you plan to return to Earth?" asked Harry. "I have to direct the Lap Knights to attack an enemy fortress in High Rock and I have to return to Skyrim as soon as possible, so my free time is very limited."

"As soon as Lily and James return, we shall travel back to Earth," said Dumbledore. "Our occupation also limits our time as well, Mr. Cyrodiil."

"I think I'll remain here for a while, if you don't mind," said Fleamont. "Since I have little to do back home, might as well occupy myself here."

"Sure grandfather," said Harry. "Feel free to use the palace."

"Thank you Harry."

As the three finished their conversation, they decided to leave the library and go search for James and Lily, finding them near the north wing of the palace. After they said goodbye, the four returned to Earth, although Fleamont did so temporarily as he had to take care of a few things and collect certain items he would need for his stay in Tamriel. In the meantime, Harry made sure to gather all Knight-Commanders present in Sancre Tor, wanting to brief them on his recent discoveries.


"As some of you may know, we recently discovered that the Worm Cult had established a presence in Echo Cave," said the Grand Master to those present. "I personally rectified the situation. The leader of that Worm Nest had in his possession the Staff of Worms, which unfortunately remains in the cult's possession."

The commanders were shocked by the revelation. The Staff of Worms was one of the most powerful magical artefacts known to exist, and having been created by the most powerful and infamous necromancer to have ever lived, it certainly wasn't good that it was once more in the hands of his followers. What was worse, was that the staff probably had powers that were only known to Mannimarco himself, and if he returned and got his hands on the staff… they could only shiver at the thought.

"However, I have good news. A note in the Wormfather's corpse revealed the presence of a Worm Cult Temple in High Rock, alongside the identity of the current leader of the Worm Cult as a whole," said Harry. "I am certain it isn't their main headquarters, but the destruction of this temple may hinder their efforts, and deal a great blow to the morale and power of the cult. As we have no exact location, you are to use all resources available to you in order to seek it, and eliminate it. Spread this information to your fellow Knight-Commanders, and make sure to inform me if you find any relevant clues about this temple. Understood?"

He received affirmative responses from those present.

"Good. You may return to your duties then," he stated. "Oh, and I shall be returning to Skyrim soon, so you must direct all information to the Grand Chancellor of the Order."


Skyrim

When everything had been taken care of, Harry prepared to return to Skyrim. Knowing that Sancre Tor would be secure during his absence, he departed for the Northern Province using his favoured travel method. As Harry flew past the mountains of Skyrim on his voyage to Solitude, acknowledging his love for flight as a possible trait of his nature as one of the Dovah, he saw a dark figure nearby, flying above a forest below him.

He descended, and soon he recognized it as a dragon, one which was possibly revived by Alduin. He charged up magicka in one of his hands, before releasing a powerful blast of fire at the flying dragon, which had not noticed his presence until then. Unaware of its opponent, the dragon was both surprised and stunned by the sudden attack, feeling the power behind the magic of his opponent as the blast of fire impacted on its hide.

Now, that created a small problem. The nature of that blast was certainly not from a shout, and it came from above. And the dragon certainly knew that its kind didn't use the magic commonly used by mortals. To say that the dragon was confused would be an understatement, but as it turned around and saw who its enemy was.

"Hi piraak bo!" it said.

"Zu'u dreh ful," replied Harry, once more surprising the dragon, who immediately recognized its enemy.

"Dovahkiin!"

Harry simply smiled. "Hin bo."

Despite his limited knowledge of the dragon language, Harry was very much capable to initiating small conversations, and he was very amused by the dragon's surprise at him being capable of flying.

"Gaan Lah Haas!"

Harry evaded the purple energy, retaliating with a bolt of lightning which hit one of the dragon's wings.

"Yol Toor Shul!"

As Harry continually evaded the dragon's shouts, his main objective was to remain on air and to make sure his broom was not damaged. If he fell, he could simply recall himself to another location, but then he would have to get a new broom, and that meant he had to return to Earth and waste more time.

"Fus Ro Dah!"

This time, it was he who used a shout, putting all his power behind it and making sure the moving dragon was successfully hit. He got out his wand, and aimed at his opponent.

"Descendo!"

It was as of a boulder fell on the dragon, the beast suddenly being propelled towards the ground. It fell towards the forest, landing amongst the trees and destroying some in the process. Perhaps it would be best to end this quickly. He aimed at the location where the dragon fell, and thought about the best spell for this situation.

"Reducto!"

A jet of blue light went straight towards the forest, and as it impacted on the ground where the dragon was supposed to be, Harry saw a flash, followed by a bright explosion. As the light faded, he flew towards the ground, and was surprised to find the dragon still alive. Badly wounded, but alive.

"Ruth!" it said, before beginning to speak in Tamrielic. "You are strong Dovahkiin. But you are much young."

Harry could not see the meaning behind the dragon's words. He was young? Well, that he knew, but knowing that the dragon was using a language other than its own, it most likely meant something else. Harry could not simply see what his youth had to do with the battle. Was the dragon trying to say he was inexperienced?

Nevertheless, before the dragon could regain its strength, or even attempt a surprise attack, Harry charged up his magicka once more, and struck the dragon with a powerful bolt of lightning, ending its life. And as its soul was absorbed, Harry felt once more the rush of memories, knowledge and power within him, the sensation of wholeness slightly increasing.

When it was over, Harry looked around, wanting to see the damage he had made to the area. It would seem that several trees had been blasted apart, and others were missing chunks.

"I really need to stop using that spell," he mumbled, before deciding to continue on his trip to Solitude.


Solitude, Haafingar, Skyrim

It was already evening when he arrived at Solitude, and Harry quickly made way to Castle Dour, knowing that General Tullius would probably be there as usual. He entered the fortress, being saluted by the legion members there, and found the General alongside Legate Rikke in the war room.

"Good evening General. Legate," said Harry, attracting their attention.

"Cyrodiil, good thing you are here," said Tullius. "I assume you received my letter."

"I did. So, what's the plan?"

"Ulfric will certainly try to convince Balgruuf to join him, and the troops which he gathered near the borders of Whiterun are certainly his reply to a negative response," said Tullius. "We need to act first."

"I think I can do that," he said. "Jarl Balgruuf and I are familiar with each other. He made me a Thane of Whiterun not long ago, after I killed a dragon there."

"Then you may be more successful at convincing him than we were," said Tullius. "We have already begun to deploy troops near Whiterun as well, so we are prepared for battle as well."

Harry nodded. "I will depart for Whiterun today. It won't take look to reach it with my method of travel."

Tullius grabbed a sealed letter on top of a table.

"Give this to Balgruuf. This missive contains several intelligence reports we have gathered about Ulfric's moves regarding Whiterun," explained the General.

"I assume this is to be given directly to Balgruuf."

Tullius nodded.

"Very well then. I'll see what I can do."


Pocket Guide to the Story, 2nd Edition:

Hi piraak bo – "You possess flight" (supposed to be interpreted as "You can fly").

Zu'u dreh ful – "I do so".

Hin bo – "Your move" (to be interpreted as "Your turn").

Ruth – "Curses"