Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling and The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim belongs to Bethesda Softworks. I'm simply an author who loves playing around in fictional worlds. I do not make money from this nor do I want to. I write these stories for myself and for others to brighten their day.

Warnings: Male/male relationship with sex. Male/female relationship non-explicit. Killing, gore, and some torture.

Book 3

There is no place like Hogwarts

20th of November, 1994. Sunday

Dumbledore looked down. One of the little golden devices on his desk had just shut down. They monitored a number of different things. All very important. The one that had failed monitored the wards he had placed on the Dursley's household. Worry moved through him. Had something happened to young Mr Potter? He looked out towards the grounds. He would have to wait and see if the young teen was alright the next day. If he was, then a trip to number 4 Privet Drive would be in order.

…

The scent of lush grass filled his nostrils. The roars of dragons filled his ears. Harry breathed in slowly. 'Fuck.' His body felt like shit. He pushed himself up slowly. A hand travelled to his temple. His head was spinning, and he hadn't even opened his eyes yet.

"So you have, daal, returned Dovahkiin."

Harry had to open his eyes. 'Oh, Kyne,' he thought. He was lying right next to a full-grown dragon. "It would seem so," he said in dovahzul. He was used to dragons attacking him most of the time, but this one was so calm. He reached out and placed a hand against her side. Her silver-blue scales gleamed in the torchlight. In the distance Harry could hear human voices.

"Zu'u fen jaaril hi - I will protect you," the silver-blue dragon said. "They will not, koraav hi, see you."

"Nox hi - thank you," Harry said. He really needed to wrap his head around what had happened. He'd been sent back; he knew that. He'd always known it would happen, but now that it had, he wanted to curse the gods. He'd never seen Katla and Ra'shall again. He wanted to rant and rave and be soooo… he sighed. It wouldn't lead to anything. He looked down at himself. He couldn't walk into Hogwarts the way he looked now. 'So should I figure out a way to blend in or…' Since the dragons were there he guessed that it was still his fourth year. He guessed he could ask the dragon. "Excuse me ma'am," he said.

The dragon tilted her head and looked down at him. "Geh, yes little one," she said.

"You were the one who sent me to Vus, to Nirn?" he asked.

"Geh ahrk nid - yes and no. Kaan sent you," she said.

"Kaan sent me," Harry said. That was quite something. Kyne had sent him. A goddess. "I came back to the same time I left in?" he asked.

"Geh, little time has passed," she said.

"What is your name, regdovah, lady dragon?" he asked. Apart from Paarthurnax he hadn't had a pleasant conversation with one of the dov.

"Suthiiz, little one," she said.

"Nox hi - thank you for helping me," he said.

"Hi los valokein - you're welcome," Suthiiz said.

Harry smiled softly at her. So he really was back on Earth in his fourth year. Should he illusion his appearance? Should he just not give a fuck and… He couldn't really do that. People wouldn't let him do that. 'And I don't really want anyone to know what I have been through… at least not yet,' he thought.

'So how do I hide the fact that I'm about five years older than an hour ago,' he wondered. He had to make people see a fourteen year-old version of himself. If he combined his magics, he should be able to do it. 'I should probably lock it to an item through,' he thought. Or his mage robes. He didn't really feel like wearing school robes ever again. He wasn't a kid anymore. He took his backpack off and opened it up. He found a gold necklace with a diamond. Maybe that would be smarter. He could wear it all the time. The robes he would have to take off.

He moved closer to Suthiiz. He didn't want to be seen. He did have a bit of a problem since he didn't have an Arcane Enchanter. He drew the symbols he would need on the ground. Vordaas - disguise, goraaniik - younger, iliis - hide, ilos - conceal - were some of the words from dovahzul he decided to use.

He changed out of his armour and into his mage robes. He would have to make sure that no one else could get into his backpack. He bit his lip. He could probably stuff it under his bed under the invisibility cloak for just right now. He needed to recharge his enchanter's gems before he could enchant the backpack. He put the necklace on. He looked up at the Suthiiz. "Did I change?" he asked her.

"You look smaller again," she said. "There isn't much difference. Though, humans look very alike to me."

Harry smiled up at her. "I understand," he said. "Pruzah vulon - good night. I will see you tomorrow." He turned invisible and walked out of the dragon pen. If he remembered correctly he had his invisibility cloak when he'd travelled with Hagrid to see the dragons. He had to find it. Thankfully he could simply use Clairvoyance to locate it. He walked through the forest and out on the other side. It had been five years since he'd last seen the castle. 'Well Hogwarts is still Hogwarts,' he thought. The Blue Palace and the Palace of the Kings were small in comparison. Of course he had been the one that had travelled. Nothing had really happened around the castle.

He walked quickly across the grounds. He was tired. 'Now what the hell was the password into the common room?' he wondered. Maybe his spells worked on portraits? He at least had no problems remembering how to get up there. He was too tried to care about the things he passed by. He placed a hand against the portrait of the Fat Lady. She was asleep. He sent a wave of magic towards her hoping that it would work.

"Excuse me my lady," he said. "Excuse me."

She woke up for a moment and muttered something before the portrait opened up. "This is such a good security system," he muttered. He wasn't even sure his magic had anything to do with her letting him inside. He walked up the stairs to the boys' dormitory. He pushed his backpack in under the only empty bed. Then he walked over to the bathroom. 'That's pretty good,' he thought as he looked himself in the mirror. He looked kind of like he'd done back when he'd last been on Earth. He fine tuned the appearance some. He wanted it to look perfectly believable.

'I guess that is as good as it's gonna get,' he thought. He walked out of the bathroom and looked over at the deep crimson hangings around his – 'Magnus that feels weird,' he thought – his four-poster bed. He walked over to it and pulled his robes off before sitting down. The bed was soft, too soft. He guessed he'd get used to it. He lay down. His mind was still reeling. He was tired, but he wasn't sure he'd be able to fall asleep.

It had been so long. He had to somehow get back to old routines. Things he'd found important back then felt so insignificant. He would have to change things, but he didn't want people to realise what was going on. Ra'shall had taught him better. He could shift things. The tournament was the perfect alibi. It would have forced him to grow up, something he'd already done. When he'd started out in the tournament he had been three to four years younger than everyone else. Now he was one or two years older than the others.

He slipped into his mindscape. He needed to remind himself of the life he had lived before Nirn.

…

The following morning Harry was up early. He ran around the lake before getting back in and showering. He pulled his robes on and made sure that they looked like parts of his school robes. 'What am I going to do now?' he wondered. Wizarding magic wasn't really something he was interested in. Well he guessed the theory could be useful. Either way that left him with… Herbology, History of Magic, Care of Magical Creatures and Astronomy. He didn't really care about Potions. He guessed he couldn't just skip DADA. People would never accept that. He knew he would have to take all subjects, and he would do his best, until after his fifth year. The magic part would be tricky. He was pretty sure that he could manage though. He'd have to try to copy someone. If he could make illusions that were believable, then he could deal with magic. His biggest problem now was that he had not kept his wand.

He left the Great Hall and walked up towards the library. He had some brushing up to do. By the time most people at Hogwarts woke up, he was sitting surrounded by books and notes. He'd gotten pretty fast at reading over the years. He was taking notes in accordance to a pattern he'd developed. No one else would be able to read them though since they were all in dovahzul. It was a precaution he'd taken to keep his research safe back at the College.

Green eyes moved towards the door as a gaggle of giggling girls entered the library. Viktor Krum's fan club. 'Poor guy,' Harry thought. He wouldn't get anything more done right then. He packed up and walked out. He was going to do something he hadn't had the chance to do in five years. He was going to fly. He managed to get back into the common room after some first-years. He knew the password now at least. He made his way up to his dorm and back down again with his Firebolt.

"Harry!"

He turned around. "Good morning Hermione," he said.

"Are you going out flying? There is no Quidditch this year," the bushy-haired girl said.

Harry smiled at her. "I just want to fly," he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"What did Hagrid want last night?" Hermione asked.

"Oh, yeah, why don't you walk with me and I'll tell you," Harry said. It felt so weird to act all friendly with her. Now don't take him wrong Hermione was a nice girl. It was just that it had been five years for him. She was so much younger than he was now and so inexperienced. She was cute. She had potential as well. He'd give her a chance. Ronald was just a waste of time though. He was not going down that road for any reason.

They made it out of the castle.

"O.K. so tell me what happened," Hermione said.

"Yeah, so I met up with Hagrid. He seemed to be on a date with Madame Maxime which was awkward. It wasn't why I was there though. They have dragons just past the forest edge. Four of them one for each contestant," Harry told her.

"Dragons!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Yeah, don't worry about it though. I mean we can spend the afternoon reading up on them, but I've been in the library all morning. Krum and his fan girls showed up so I decided to leave," Harry said.

"You have…" Hermione fell silent. She was about to be really rude.

"Yes Hermione I went to the library willingly," Harry said with a smile. "I… I guess seeing the dragons sort of brought it home for me just how dangerous this tournament is. I don't want to die. So I got up early and I went to the library. My biggest problem is that dragons are basically immune to all magic. Alone with just my wand I don't really stand a chance. Omph!"

"Oh, I'm so proud of you," Hermione exclaimed.

"Yeah, thanks I guess," Harry said awkwardly. And he really felt ill at ease. "I need to think so flying seemed like a good idea. If you want to do something else, I'll see you at later. I guess sitting around watching me fly isn't the most fun thing to do," he said.

Hermione smiled at him. "I'm going to go see what I can find to help you. It never hurts to have a second set of eyes," she said.

"Thank you. You are amazing," Harry said. "I'm sorry if I've been acting shity to you these past few weeks. Ron was a moron and then all the pressure from everyone else. No one but you really believing me."

Hermione smiled at her friend. "It's O.K." she said. "But thank you." She felt really happy. "I'll see you later."

"See you later," Harry said. He continued on to the Quidditch field and mounted his broom. He stomped off from the ground. 'Kyne I have missed this,' he thought as he soared up. The wind tore through his hair. He laughed happily. He might look like he'd done when he was fourteen he did not weigh the same nor was he built the same. He was going to have to relearn how to fly. He turned and circled the goalposts. He speeded down towards the ground, pulling up just before he touched the grass. He flew up as high as he could manage. His fingers would have been freezing if he wasn't capable of monitoring his own body heat thanks to his destruction magic. He dived and touched the grass. He tumbled around. He was so happy. He headed back up and spun so he was hanging from the broom by his knees. He felt so free. Laughter bubbled up his throat.

He flew around until way past midday before heading in to the Great Hall for lunch. He pulled his notes up and placed them in order. Most of it was class related. He didn't really have to research dragons, but he'd humour Hermione later. He had to find a way to deal with the task that didn't rely on him being Dovahkiin though. 'This is just so surreal,' he thought. He had to somehow get back into the flow of living at Hogwarts. He would get so fucking bored. 'I'll have to deal with that later,' he thought.

Hermione was sitting surrounded by books. She looked up at Harry as he walked in. The raven sat down. "I have been trying to find information on how to deal with dragons but …" she raised her arms into the air in exasperation, "the only thing I can find is how to treat them. You were right their hides are infused with magic that is almost impossible to get though," she said.

Harry smiled at her. "Let's look into fireproofing spells and start there. Dragons breathe fire so being able to protect against that would be good," he said.

Hermione smiled. "That sounds like a good idea," she said. "Will you help me put these back? They are not helping at all."

Harry nodded. He stood up and picked up a pile of books.

"I guess you can ask Sirius on Tuesday," Hermione said quietly.

Harry nodded. He hoped that he had a letter or something that would give him more information. He couldn't very well ask her. She would think he was crazy. He placed one book after another back on the old shelves before returning to the table and picking a new pile up. When he returned the next time Hermione had sat down with a couple of books. He picked one of them up and leaned back. He realised that he couldn't write down notes in dovahzul with Hermione there. He did take notes though.

The way he took notes might become a problem. He had developed the system over several years. But on Earth he'd never been very good at it. He guessed he could blame being unfocused before. He could act like he just hadn't been trying, which was partly true. It was as good as it was going to get. He wasn't going to act all dumb. He still had to study really hard to get better at wizarding magic. He just happened to know some better methods now. So he wouldn't come across like some genius at least.

"So how do you want to do this?" Hermione asked.

"When you find a spell that could help write it down together with what it does, which book it is from and the page number. We'll go through them after dinner and build a plan from there," Harry said.

"Should I write down the difficulty level too?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, that's a good idea," Harry said. "Seven-year spells might be a little difficult to learn."

Hermione smiled. It was so nice that Harry was finally starting to take notice of important things. If he continued, she might actually have a friend she could hold intelligent conversations with. Harry had never been dumb. She had found it so sad that he wasn't trying. The dragons had done some good even if they were terrifying.

They continued searching through books until dinner time. As they headed down to the Great Hall, they passed a group of people wearing Potter stinks badges. Harry just shook his head. He was not going to even care.

"They are so…"

"Not worth it," Harry said.

Hermione looked up at him. "Harry?" Her brown eyes filled with wonder.

Harry chuckled and shrugged. "They aren't. I can't live my life after what other people think. I don't mind them supporting Cedric. He is supposed to be in this stupid tournament. I'm not," he said. He realised he should probably tone it down or she would realise something was strange. He couldn't grow five years in a day.

They sat down by the Gryffindor table.

Harry filled his plate with various quite healthy items something that wasn't that usual either. 'Kyne, I'm going to have to come up with explanations for everything,' he thought. Thankfully Hermione didn't comment on his choice of food. He couldn't eat the way he had though. He'd been taught better.

After dinner they headed up to the common room and sat down together so they could go over their notes. A lot of the spells were too difficult for the raven. They did find some things that he could use though. In the end they focused more on homework than the fireproofing spells.

…

Harry said goodnight to Hermione before heading upstairs. He knelled down next to his trunk and dug through it until he found his letters from Sirius.

He read though them. Sirius was going to find some way of talking to him at one o'clock in the morning on the twenty-second. That was good to know. He grabbed his backpack from under the bed and dumped it on the covers. He got ready for bed and sat down before closing the drapes around the four-poster bed. He was going to enchant the pack so no one could get into it but him.

He could hear as Ronald started snoring. 'There really is no place like Hogwarts,' he thought.