Hello Everyone, Pelinal Whitestrake here, this was a bit of a harder chapter to write as it involves quite a bit of politics. Not really the politics themselves that gave me pause but how to interpret them the most faithful way possible with characters like General Tullius. I didn't just want to do whatever, but rather keep the integration of the 2 factions as seamless as possible, but also be realistic. People who spent any amounts of time spilling each other's blood won't simply become friends overnight, especially not when it comes to civil wars, kinsmen vs kinsmen. Do tell me what you think in the reviews and feel free to suggest.

As Always i do not own the Elder Scrolls Series or Harry Potter.


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

Now:

Harry nodded, and promptly afterward, pulling the girl along with him Harry left the shivering Isles together for the time being.

"Soooo… what are you gonna teach me, big bro?" Ivy asked.

"Depending on the situation back in the palace, I could possibly teach you how to harness Tamrielic magic, or maybe start with the history of this world."

The girl narrowed her eyes in a disturbingly similar manner to his own. Before she blew him a raspberry "I hate history!"

"Then you shall be doomed to repeat it" short and concise answer.

Ivy looked at Harry with a playful smile, "So. You're the King? How big is your kingdom?"

Harry shook his head. "Not really High King yet, tho I have secured the throne of Skyrim. But the emperor must first crown me High King of the Nords in an official ceremony."

The potter girl blinked "B-but aren't kings and emperors the same thing?"

Harry shook his head. "An Emperor rules over an empire, a collection of provinces, territories and smaller kingdoms. Thus they are considered a higher title than kings who rule over a specific country, state or territory. I am currently, Jarl of Windhelm, awaiting ascension to the title of High King of Skyrim, yet I would serve Emperor Titus Mede the 2nd. Emperor of the Third Imperial empire, and my superior."

Ivy scrunched up her nose almost as if disgusted. "Why not take the title of emperor for yourself then?"

The boy paused in his step as they approached the blue palace "Who says I won't sister dearest?" And continued into his home.

The girl followed behind him, as they entered the palace Harry noticed an Imperial courier surrounded by a few of his generals all standing around tense.

"Has Solitude finally replied?" The boy questioned the courier, who unlike any other imperial courier wore the armor of higher detail. Signifying his higher station.

"Yes sir, General Tullius apologizes and has taken so long in responding. But you will be pleased to know that his imperial majesty himself is interested in attending the peace talks, and that's what has caused the most delay." The man answers, handing over a very well decorated scroll to Harry.

[Harry Stormcrown, Jarl of Windhelm

Normally, I would not usually allow talks with any traitor of the Empire. Yet after what a few guards soldiers and a few of my Penitus have reported, plus a good rapport from my Imperial Legate Rikke I am more inclined to seek a peaceful solution to the civil war. The emperor himself has ordained it high time for Skyrim's reconciliation with the empire and cyrodiil.

The official talks in High Hrothgar would likely take place sometime in the following weeks, as his majesty wishes to be there himself.

For now, I have been given free rein to ask for a conference of integration of the East and Western holds and open the borders for civilian transports.

General Tullius; Military Governor of Solitude.]

"Hm. Thank you. You must be exhausted, please spend the night here. I'll have the steward inform the matron of candle-hearth inn charge of your stay in my account."

As the steward took the currier to the city, Ivy turned to look at Harry. "If he was your enemy why be so nice to him?"

Harry shakes his head "Skyrim is not ready to become an independent nation on its own yet. We are too weak and drained from the Great war, and this civil war hasn't made things easier. The dragons rising and a few other events didn't help either. Thus first we must rebuild our strength, evolve and spy on our allies and enemies. Only when we are sure they are weaker than us, do we attack."

Ivy blinked. "Huh."

The door of the palace opened to give way to Mirai and another woman behind her, who was clearly older and taller, she was very obviously of Nordic descent. She had brown hair, 4 braids that tied behind the back of her head into a bun and had her hair cut down to her shoulders.

But what made harry raise an eyebrow was the fact that she was a vampire.

"So this is where you have been the past few days Mirai? Found yourself a vampire friend have you." Harry greeted his Personal battlemage/Fiance.

Mirai came closer tugging the woman along with her "Harry you have to help us. Her father is trying to enact a prophecy! He is trying to search the other elder scrolls."

"Calm down," Harry commanded

The Breton mage took a pause, before noticing the other girl in the room.

"Who is she?" The blond asked curiously

"This is my sister Ivy-Rose Potter."

Harry introduced the 10-year-old.

Mirai examined the girl, noting the physical similarities. If only she was dwarfed by the stature of Harry, standing just over 5'4 to Harry's 5'9.

"I am Mirai of Balfiera."

"Mirai, you will stay here and begin to instruct Ivy in the use of Magicka. I will deal with the vampire menace."

The vampire seems to have taken offense to that and questions him with a snarky voice "And just who do you think you are?"

Harry turned to the woman with narrowed eyes bearing on her form "I am your king."

The boy then began to walk away towards the exit, stopping for a second to look at the vampire.

"Let's go and solve whatever problems your kind has persisted on spreading."

Over a two day journey, and crossing part of the Sea of Ghost Harry, and the vampire who he had found out was named Serana finally made their way towards the Volkihar castle.

"Are you seriously going to take on an entire clan of vampires?" Serana asked.

Harry stops for a moment, before pulling out his sword. "I've yet to test the full capabilities of this blade. Anduril has a unique effect on all undead. So long as I got the sword with me, I will be fine."

The ancient nordic woman quirks an eyebrow "You do know you will most likely be facing magical attacks… right?"

Harry raised the hand that holds his shield "Spellbreaker shall never fail. It served the Dwemer faithfully during their battle against Shalidor. It shall serve me well."

Serana shivered, Shalidor was a nearly mythical god-like figure of the first era. For the shield to have done so well against such a powerful image, the power it exudes was absolute.

Harry realized the trap that had been set up for them upon looking at the open door, yet he marched onwards onto the oncoming fight. He notes Serana getting into a combat stance behind him with a combination of Frost spells in her hand.

Pushing the door open with his shield he was immediately met with a hoard of Vampires, which he proceeded to shout off of him via unrelenting force, sending many of them passed the balcony. One of the few who was only staggered was skewered by his heart and set alight in flames by the touch of the sword.

The other vampires back up, one even sending a frost spell of wide-area towards his position. Only to be countered by Serana's own. Harry spun to the side just in time to stab his sword through another of the vampire's faces, before kicking it off and pulling his sword out just in time to avoid an overhead strike.

Though fire wasn't his element he still understood the word of power enough to set the ancient bloodsucker and decapitating him right after.

More and more of the fiends kept coming at him, tiring him as he had to dodge, slash, roll, bash, cut and hack his way through the heard. Despite the fact he wasn't fond of vampires, considering he was reducing the vampire population of Skyrim as he thought. He couldn't help but admire the tenacity of the ancient vampiric woman who fought at his back. To fight against her own kind, would she go as far as to fight her own parents if they were vampires as well?

The boy finished off the last of the vampires. Feeling something horrible coming from the castle he began to talk deeper in.

"My father should be within the chapel," Serana says casually behind him giving him pause.

"You're own father is orchestrating this, and yet you. His flesh and blood would oppose him?' Harry questions. "Why?"

Serana looks down at the ground as she hugs herself and starts off with a bit of hesitance, yet finishes off with a tone of absolute certainty " He… he isn't the man that he used to be, even by vampire standards. Ever since he learned of the prophecy, he has been obsessed with it. My mother was forced to seal me off with one of the Elder Scrolls, and going into hiding herself to keep him from completing the prophecy. I sacrificed everything to stop him and im not going to let him win now."

"You are a good person serana, even if you are a vampire. Perhaps, you could seek to cure yourself? Break your ties to cold harbor."

Serana hears him but says nothing as they continue towards the small cathedral in the castle.

They opened the doors to see a Vampire Lord standing near a fountain, a shrine of Molag Bal.

"Ah, my traitorous daughter… you have brought me… a boy?…