This chapter was a collaborative effort between TheDeadGirlRisen and Pelinal WhiteStrake.

Neither Pelinal nor Crazy up there own either Harry Potter or the Elder Scrolls. If we did we would probably be fighting for majority ownership.

ps: Pelinal winning is not guaranteed. :'(

onto the story.


Harry stood at the head of the Stormcloak troops from within their camp in Whiterun hold, facing the men and women.

"Today, we will break the Illusion of the empire. We will teach them what it means to fight like a Nord. They will know fear, they will know cowardice. But most importantly, they will be forced to respect us."

The soldiers cheered at his words. Raising his hands to quiet them down, Harry spoke again.

"I will not lie to you. Despite our personal strength as a nation, I believe our enemies in the south. The Thalmor are too much of a threat for us to stand on our own for the time being."

The Lord of Storms stopped to look at every single soldier.

"For the time being, we will force the Empire to allow us more freedom and independence. We will in turn play by their rules. But make no mistake, as soon as we have enough strength. We will break off, and build our own empire. With our own rules and costumes. Soon. But for now, we march on to our brothers on the other side. And force them to accept our offer of peace. For Skyrim!"

"For Skyrim!" The soldiers cheered on.

For the next 30 minutes, the soldiers organized into their groups and prepared to cross the bridge, and onto Whiterun.

250 men made up the main Infantry, who would be marching up the main gate if the city.

100 more made up their two flanks. Although only a month had passed, Harry had been able to introduce of the archery lines to the benefits of crossbows. Who would be able to counter the imperials archery line at a more effective rate despite the imperials having the city wall advantage.

However, the main spectacle would be taking place. Harry had his own plans.

He along with 15 other ax men approached one of the side slopes of the city, where the City was closer to ground level.

Harry focused the sharpness of his Thu'um as clouds began to gather.

"Fus Ro Dah!"

The sounds of battle on the other side stopped as his axemen rushed into the city.

The boy himself didn't move as he continued to sharpen and embolden his thu'um. The skies continued to darken as clouds turned from white to black.

"STRUN BAH QO"

Upon hearing the storm call shout, the world froze. Before lighting began to fall from the sky, vaporizing and destroying Imperials with pinpoint precision.

"Galmar, Hadring, Gunmar, on me." The boy called out to some of the axemen as he watched the Stormcloaks break through the city gates. He moved from the market stalls up a set of stairs, passing the temple of Kyne. He would stop there later.

He climbed his way to Dragons Reach cutting down any guard who stood in his way. Finally, reaching the doors he blew them off their hinges with his shout. Everyone who was inside the keep stopped to look at the boy, no one moved as he approached the Jarl. No one aside from Irileth that is.

"Not another step boy!" The Dunmer woman exclaimed pointing her ebony sword at him.

"Kren" the boy whispered and watched her sword shatter.

"It is you. The Dragonborn child, Harry Stormcrown." Balgruuf spoke up, recognizing the boy.

The stormcrown looked at him with an apathetic expression and demanded: "Surrender, and no more needless blood shall be spilled today."

"What of my city?" The jarl asked.

"What of it? You shall continue to rule as jarl if you swear loyalty to me. I am not Ulfric Stormcloak. I know the threat the dominion possesses and how much an independent Skyrim shall suffer. But unlike Elisif, I am the only one with a divine right to rule as High King."

"Divine right?" The jarl demanded, "You don't go making claims like that without having some serious evidence."

The boy only shrugged "I have all the proof. Order the empire to stand down."

"Talos guide me."

Later.

"You must be the famed Legate Rikke," Harry said as he looked down upon the imperial legate who had chosen to remain with her troops rather than flee, and be imprisoned shortly after. "It is great to finally meet a true nord woman.'

"What does a boy like you want with me? Why do you seek to fight the empire?" The legate question.

Harry waved his hands, letting her cuffs fall off her hands as he motioned for the woman to stand.

"Follow me. I will show you. That I am not the enemy."

Rikke Snorts "You aren't an ally either."

"I am not innocent, I can admit that much. But we are people of war. Kyne has looked with great favor upon your bravery and devotion to the land of your birth."

"What would you know of the will of the divines." The woman questioned as they made their way towards the center of the city, where the Jarl had gathered everyone in the city.

"People of Whiterun" Harry spoke up, gathering the attention of everyone in the city. "I am sure, All of you know who I am already so I won't bother with introductions. I stand here upon this city, Whiterun, as the Son of our goddess and creator, Kyne. It was in this very spot before Whiterun was first even an idea, where the first nords were created thousands of years ago when all the lands were united as one. It was in this very land, where Shor gathered his Army, before pushing the ancient Snow elves out of Altmora and claiming it for the race of men, and splitting the lands. So I return here now, by the grace of the great mother, for all you to bear witness. As I call on Kyne, my mother, and creator, to judge me, and deem me worthy to rule this land or strike my down in fair punishment. "

After a moment of silence, a bright halo of bright golden light manifested around the sun. And a single bolt of lightning struck the boy on the head, but instead of killing him. A crown made entirely of pure lighting was in his head. The Gildergreen tree that had been dying, seemed to grow back to life as it sprouted with leaves and flowers.

A woman, dressed in priest robes was the first to do anything as she bowed before the boy. "I have seen with my own eyes. This I believe, the herald of the gods, I believe in you, my king."

One by one, more and more people kneel along with the woman.

After the spectacle, Harry stood at the front gate of Whiterun. He stood in front of the Right-hand man of the military governor, Rikke and handed her a scroll "Bring this message to General Tullius, and tell him he has 2 weeks to respond. Don't let him be hasty in his decision either."

The woman, still speechless from what she saw in the earlier hours nodded silently. Before she mounted a horse and took off towards solitude.

The gate opened to reveal a man decked in ebony armor. He was a tall nord, with blond hair and brown eyes. As he approached the boy he introduced himself.

"I am Horik, Harbinger of the companions. I wanted to meet him who laid claim to the title of High King of Skyrim."

Harry quirked an eyebrow, "The companions are said to be the finest mercenary guild of Skyrim."

"That we are." the man answered.

"We will see about that. I have a massive job for your organization then."

Days later; Castle Dour, Solitude.

General Tullius looked at the map. Things weren't looking good for the empire side in the civil war.

Dawnstar, Winterhold and the Rift had defected to the rebel cause as soon as Torygg was killed, and Helgen had defected after a legion simply passed over them in their way to Solitude. Feeling that their initial claims of neutrality had been violated.

What's worst is that the Forsworn had managed to take back Markarth, leaving only Solitude, Morthal, and Whiterun for the empire.

But now this Stormcrown boy had taken Eastern Skyrim, with claims of being the son of a god, and unlike Ulfric, he proved to be a competent commander and a rallying point for imperial and stormcloak aligned nords. Even his own Legate was in doubt herself.

The boy had taken Whiterun and Morthal within only a few days of each other. Showing quite the tactical agility, and his use of the thu'um had put him in a great position to march on Solitude.

"Sigh, Looks like this is the end of the line for us isn't it Rikke." The general lamented.

"Sir, the boy has shown a willingness to keep Skyrim a part of the empire so long as the empire recognizes his claim." The woman spoke.

"What about Elisif? I made her a promise to bring justice for the death of her husband, and your king." The general countered.

The nord woman shook her head "Justice has already been served. If we can end the war in Skyrim peacefully, we should take that approach. After all, we still have the Thalmor to worry about."

Tullius mulls over and extends his hands. Rikke hands him over the scroll.

"Peace talks at High Hrothgar?" The general whispers "He wishes for the Emperor himself to be there. This is either set up or perhaps truly an offer of peace we desperately needed."

Meanwhile, in Markarth, Harry stood over the downed formed of the Forsworn king. They had put his future wife at risk, so he made sure to put a complete end to the forsworn. Starting with the head of the snakes. The supposed king in rags.

Behind him, Mirai entered the keep of the ancient dwemer settlement.

"I haven't seen you in quite some time." She greeted him, noticing the stiff posture he took.

"The empire will be willing to negotiate soon enough. After the companions finish off the last of the Forsworn, I'll have 8 holds under my control. Even without Solitude I'll be elected by a majority vote on the moot." Harry spoke his musings aloud.

Mirai stopped "That's great."

"Of course I will still need my queen by my side."

"And here I thought I was just a bed warmer while you went off galavanting around." The Breton scoffed.

"I may not have brought you along with me lately true. But such innocent eyes should not be forced to witness war."

"Harry, during our first week of knowing each other you killed a man right in front of my eyes. I've seen you kill my father and many others. When the reach men took Markarth I witnessed the execution of an entire clan. I. Am. Not. Innocent."

Harry sighs in disappointment before he begins to talk as he walked away "I apologize then. We will be returning to Windhelm soon. But first, I need to speak to your mother, until I can reliably get rid of the more… plotting Jarls, I am still not of the age of majority, therefore I am susceptible to be married off by whoever becomes Regent in the year and few months till I turn to the appropriate age. Therefore I wish to have us tied in an extended engagement."

Mirai was shocked, to say the least. "E-Engagement?"

"Yes, you and I have known each other for almost a year now. We are almost of age. Why shouldn't we?"

Days later

Harry sat in the throne in the hall of Windhelm bored out of his mind, he was done with his administrative duties for the day, and General Tullius had yet to answer his Invitation to hold peace talks. It had been a few days after he took Markarth, and he was itching for something to happen.

Yet something was nagging at him as a Guard burst through the hall of the palace of the kings "My lord, a mysterious gate-portal thing has opened near our city. I came to tell you as fast as I could."

Interested in the sudden intrusion the boy narrowed his eyes, "Explain."

"Yes my lord." The guard replied as he began to describe the gate. "It looks sort of like three faces, each with a different expression, the angry-looking face has a portal with stairs leading up to it. The other faces are a neutral face and a smiling face."

Closing his eyes Harry sighs, Sheogorath was always up to something ever since the two had met. If it wasn't because the mad one was a god, with his own plain of oblivion. He feared he would have already killed the leader of the shivering isles. Perhaps not, but he had been in a bad mood lately and the last thing he wanted to do was deal with Sheogorath today.

Opening his eyes the boy looked down at the guard, "Did anything happen or come out of it?"

The guard trembled as he reached into a pocket and pulled out an envelope that was addressed to him.

'Sheogorath finally let me send you this letter that is properly inviting you to come over for dinner, or lunch, or really any meal. My Lord has told me quite a bit about you and I hope that you would be willing to come over and visit.

With lots of love,

James Potter'

'James Potter, my biological father huh?' Harry thought to himself as he read the letter over again. Before turning to call his House Carl as he addressed the soldier

"You were brave to deliver this message. Alton, give him a few gold coins for his service."

Standing up, he left the confines of the castle as he made his way towards where he sensed the gate. As he approached it and eventually crossed over, he found himself staring at a man with a bald top and greying sides, "Greetings, You have arrived at the Shivering Isles. the realm of Sheogorath, Prince of Madness, Lord of the Never-There. Please be aware that without an invitation your mind is forfeit to my lord." The man stated in a calm tone, yet it also sounded bored.

Harry threw the letter he had received while stating, "I'd like to see him try." Thinking back to the time he was 6 and had to trade the majority of his emotions in order to save his own life.

"Very well then, right this way." The man said turning and walking through a door that wasn't there a moment ago.

"Well, at least you're effective." Harry grumbled.

"It is my duty to be so," The man commented blandly as they walked up the stairs towards a castle that had three short towers with pillars coming out from them. The front of the castle had two doors. The balding man seemed to disappear in that instant.

"Well. Seems like Sheogorath is just looking to mess with me today." The boy said as he looked at the entrance doors, opening the doors to come across the halls of the court of new sheoth.

He looked to see that there was a long rug of two colors leading up to a throne where Sheogorath was lounging and the man who he had met earlier was standing off to the side. "Ah, Harry! Welcome welcome!" Sheogorath started clapping his hands before appearing from his throne to right next to Harry. "My dear old Jamsie has been quite excited to meet you!"

"Morgana, I have been busy, I do not appreciate you causing panic within my people." Harry chastised, eyes turning grey as he stared at the prince.

"I never gave you permission to call me by that name," The mad god responded in his own chastising tone. "If you didn't want me to forcefully get your attention you should have accepted the invitation earlier. Your poor ol' pops has been quite upset that his only son wouldn't want to see him."

"Hn. You're annoying, now where is he?" Harry asked as he looked directly at the mad god in his eyes.

"Waiting for you. Obviously~" Sheogorath said in a sing-song voice as he gestured towards the dementia side of the court.

harry followed along, crossing a small halway before coming onto the court of dementia.

There stood a man with raven-haired locks and brown eyes who was wearing a robe that had a collar of spikes on it and went down to his feet where the spikes there also went up in a gravity-defying way instead of just being on the floor due to their weight. As he got closer he realized the spikes were in fact made of bones.

Harry stood there looking at James… almost an identical clone of himself, only older.

"James Potter?" The stormcrown asked.

"Yep! And you are Harry Potter, or I suppose Harry Stormcrown now," James sniffed, "My baby boy is all grown up and getting a cool name as well!"

"You're a rambling old man."

"I'm not that old… am I?" James said, pulling a mirror out from nowhere and checking for grey hairs.

Harry facepalms as he watches his father check himself for over 5 minutes in the mirror.

Eventually, the old man seemed to come back to himself as he put the mirror away, "Where was I? Oh yeah, I wanted to get to know my wonderful son! Sheo has told me quite a lot of course, and I have been able to take a few minutes from my duties here and there to view your life, but I want to hear it from you yourself."

"What can I say, most of my life was uneventful. It was wake up, train, order a god around. Or at least what I remember of it anyway." Harry stated.

"Well having that old bastard jiggy laggy mess with your head probably doesn't help. Even if he was trying to help cure you."

"Jyggalag knew what he was doing. It was either that or death." Harry stated "I assume there isn't much entertainment living in a land frozen in both ice and time. Not like I miss much, to be honest." The boy then turns to look at his father "Plus, mom wouldn't have brought him in if she didn't trust him. Just because they are siblings doesn't mean she considers him one, just look at the relationship between mother and Azura, With the latter supposed to be her stepdaughter. Yet my mother still profoundly rejects having anything to do with Azura."

"He still ended up messing up your emotions," James stated waving his hand and grumbled, "My poor boy turned into a mini jiggy just because the boring god accidentally messed up. Ah well~ At least the massacres are entertaining enough. Strange I enjoy a good massacre now but hated the death eater raids when I was alive, they were just so picky with their targets…I do believe they are still active actually."

"Tell me about the mortal., Harry stated/asked.

"Ah, Lily~ She is such a lovely woman. Kind and caring, with bright fiery hair and a temper to match. She was brilliant in everything she did."

"You know, she haunts quite a few of my nightmares," Harry stated softly as he deigned it safe enough to take a seat nearby.

"In your nightmares?" James questioned also taking a seat as he listened to Harry.

"Yes, everything is dark and cold. I could hear her screams, and just before I wake up I see her lying almost dead, her person desecrated. Same nightmare really, ever since I read the elder scroll and saw her. Kyne raised me, and for that, she will always be my mother. But Lily Potter was willing to trade her life where many others would run. Hence the scroll protected her from the curse." Harry explained. "What do you think she would think of us now?"

"She would probably call me an idiot," James said with a small chuckle, a goofy smile coming across his face, "But… I don't know… She loves us, but we're not the same as when she knew us, I'm the duke of Dementia and an inside bit insane and homicidal, and you're not really a mortal in the typical sense. I can't tell if her love for us will win or her morals."

"Probably a bit of both." Harry says, "everyone loves Tiber Septim for becoming emperor, but nobody realizes the bloody swath it takes to get there. I've seen what I will do. Would she love a son that brings the world to its knees? Or would she hate him?."

"I don't think there is anything you can do that will stop her from truly loving you. I mean, after all, I love you and I know about the whole massacre of Uriel septim the 5th, and how many elves you slaughter trying to rescue your Breton bride."

Harry stood up. "I ought to go, I got a city to run, but you are always welcome to stop by Windhelm, just make sure you wear regular… Skyrim clothes."

"Alright, I'll make sure to wear weather-appropriate clothes!" James said cheerfully. "But… I do have a gift for you since I missed quite a few birthdays and Christmases…" James informed, clapping his hands and a Seducer walked in holding a chest.

Harry kneels to open it and found books inside,

taking one of them to read Harry was soon engrossed within the book he held in his hands.

"Interesting, I don't know what half the terms here mean, An artillery strike, what's that? Overall it's a good fantasy"

"Fantasy? My son, these books are actually stuff that exists on our original plane of existence."

"Huh… So your military commanders were really incompetent enough to send tens of thousands to their deaths, over a few inches of territory?"

"Yup!" James said nodding as he popped the p. "Really quite useless, but it wasn't dull at least."

"Damn. If I had to lead men into such a war I wouldn't risk many for the few gains." Harry commented off-hand. Quite ironically really considering just who he was.

"Indeed. I do hope your sister has some common sense… I worry sometimes about just how she'll turn out with Sirius raising her… At least he appreciates Sheo, unlike Snivellous."

"Old vendettas?" Harry asked.

Then, one of the Dark Seducers came in with an easily recognizable girl towed behind her.

"My liege, your Daughter has been brought before you."

"Dad!... Hello, there big bro." Ivy-Rose greeted the two individuals.

James stood up from his seat as he started explaining "Ivy, I see you and harry are already acquaintance so I'll get to the point. As I stated earlier, I believe Voldemort's Death Eaters are still active. Working to undermine the roots of the British Ministry of Magic and possibly even Europe, I don't know. Due to the barriers that separate our planes my sight is quite limited. But, this undermining is more dangerous than Voldemort himself. They could take the country, maybe even the continent subtlety and the rest won't even notice it. Due to the very difference in earthen magick compared to Nirnian, it is not as simple to rout them."

"So why is Ivy here then? She is but a mere child." Harry questioned.

"Because I want you to train her. Due to your mothers… infamy, Ivy will be a vulnerability. Earth wizards, especially British ones are arrogant. They won't expect her to come with a blade or nirnian magick. Or anything other than what they teach at all. This will give her any and all the advantages she may need… this will also help you two bond, My two children should know each other and Harry… it's your job as the elder to take care of your little sister." James finished off.

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "What about her mother? Doesn't she have places to be? Classes, to attend?"

James shook his head "Just leave that to me."