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"A vampire lord huh?" Harry mused aloud.

Serana's father sneered. "I'll only say this once. Surrender boy and I shall be merciful."

"Yol Toor."

The vampire lord sidesteps the breath attack, "A baby dragon that can't even spit proper fire. Disgusting."

Harry, however, was already charging, nicking Harkon in his cheek, causing part of his face to catch fire. Harry pressed his advantage by swinging his sword to slash at the vampire's ribcage, however, Harkon turned into mist and bats and began to fly around the room.

Serana herself also turned into a vampire lord and began to chase her father, the two mist dancing around each other as light sparks and metal clashes were heard.

Harkon returned to his solid form once more and Harry charged him, their swords meeting in the bind as the two who stood in equal stature stared at each other. Harry charged magic into his throat as he once more prepared a breath-based shout and used it on his enemy's face. Kicking him in the chest when Harkon lost focus because of the fire in his face.

Turning back into Mist Harkon ran around the room, he came up in front of Serana and began to choke her, raising her into the air with the same hand he was shocking her with and threw her in the direction of the boy.

Harry let go of his sword and shield catching Serana instead. Letting his instincts guide him, Harry threw a turn undead spell in Harkon's direction. It wouldn't do any damage but it would certainly annoy the vampire lord. Putting up a spherical ward around him, Harry's hand began to massage the undead throat as he healed Serana. Harkon had used those moments he had been choking her to absorb a large chunk of her life force.

After stabilizing her Harry left the protection of the ward and summoned his sword into his hand the storm bearing boy charged the ancient vampire threat.

Overhead strike met a horizontal block, Harry forced their swords into a vertical position by bringing down his sword before pushing his forward into a stab. Serena's father took a step back to avoid it but this allowed Harry to press forward enough to slide his sword, slashing Harkon armor across the chest setting the vampire on fire once more.

Taking another step back Harkon hit a wall that Harry tried to take advantage of by stabbing forward from a hanging stance. Unfortunately, Harkon dodged by lounging left, getting behind Harry he tried to slash Harry across the spine but the boy turned around fast enough to counter with his own sword.

Having had enough, Harry shouted his strongest Unrelenting force, the force of the shout turning the vampire lord into ash.

The doors of the cathedral opened and 3 men walked in pointing crossbows at Harry.

"Are you one of them?" The one in the middle, a bald Red Guard wearing armor that was tiled with many small pieces of metals forming an apron of sorts.

Harry turns his eyes towards the man, "Lower your weapons, the vampire lord is dead."

"Truly? What about the woman lying inside the ward? She is wearing their armor!" The man questions.

Harry narrowed his eyes, "Lower your weapon citizen, after all. It wouldn't do well for the Dawnguard to murder a Jarl of Skyrim."

The Red Guard scoffs, "Jarl? You are but a bo… ugh… cough… cough…"

Harry had enough, using his hold on magic he silenced the man by choking him, which caused him to drop his weapon. The other men tried to do something but they soon found their weapons replaced with fish, they looked up to see the boy holding out a stick, his other hand was on his side but they could see him making a form of vice.

The man dropped dead. The other 2 took a step back as they watched the boy draw his sword.

"You got 10 seconds, 10 seconds for your little group to leave this place. Now!"

Days later, The rift.

"What brought you here my lord?" Laila Law-giver asked Harry as she watched him sip on a bottle of mead.

"Fort Dawnguard, those vigilantes messed with a vital operation for the running of Skyrim. I am Revoking their rights to the fortress." Harry answered cordially.

"Oh?" The Jarl of the Rift asked.

Harry took his time to examine its positioning on the map he was viewing and explained. "It's only entrances are 2 cave systems. One leads straight through the pass in the Velothi mountains, should we ever need to fend off Argonians or the Dunmer of Morrowind, the fort would be placed in a strategic position. It would also be a good resource to have nevertheless."

"Will you be taking the fort yourself?" The woman asked.

Shaking his head the boy answered, "I have the red legion in charge of taking the fort. The braggarts surrounding should give up at the thought of facing human soldiers."

"Hm. Tell me, why do you wish to keep Skyrim part of the Empire? Haven't they done enough damage to our culture?" Laila asked.

Harry looked up at her and said, "Because we aren't strong enough as of yet, The empire has 5 professional legions in Southern Cyrodiil, bordering with the Aldmeri dominion, 2 legions here in Skyrim. That's 7,000 soldiers at the ready that they can call upon. They have a solidified Battlemage corps of 900 battlemages, that's not counting the average spellsword in the formations. They also have a loose leaflet alliance with Hammerfell and 3 legions in High Rock should the need ever arise. Meanwhile, the stormcloaks are compromised of 2,500 soldiers. Most of them are locally recruited, the Dragon Guard only has 160 members in it, and I only have one proper battlemage. Say whatever you want about Titus Mede, but the man knows how to keep things running. The only way Skyrim can afford to stand on its own two feet, especially with the Dominion already in our doorstep is if we can take Cyrodiil and all its manpower and resources."

"I see," Laila responds.

10th of Frostfall Monday, 201 4E

High Hrothgar.

Master Arngeir sighs as the men of war sat around him. Finally, Young Terag Strundu'ul had set out on his conquest of Tamriel and attained the title of High King of Skyrim.

In attendance were the 8 of the Jarls not including Harry himself, General Tullius, Grand Master Esbern of the Dragon Guard, Elenwen, Legate Rikke, Emperor Titus Mede the Second, and finally the High chancellor of the Empire.

The only one that was missing was the boy himself.

Suddenly, everyone heard the opening of the doors of High Hrothgar and multiple footsteps.

And then 10 men all wearing blue/red heavy armor made out of metal, carved with a dragon at the chest plate, helmet, and shields began to surround the area, behind them, the object of Today's meeting, Harry Stormcrown, his armor polished silver, standing proud made his way over to his position at the center of the table, across from Arngeir himself.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I apologize for my tardiness. I had a small issue making my way through the slopes." The boy said in apology. A lie, he didn't have to let those who didn't already know into the fact he flew a Dragon into the fortress.

Arngeirn stood up and gave an Introductory speech, "Well. Now that we are all here. I would like to open up this meeting, Emperor Titus Mede, Jarl Harry Stormcrown. Jarls and diplomats, I welcome you all to High Hrothgar."

"Before we open up this meeting. I would like the know why the boy takes the Name *Stormcrown* it is banned by the white-gold concordat!" Elenwen, the head Justicar in Skyrim for the thalmor, and all-around bitch spoke up.

Harry stood up with his hands on the table, his eyes bleed red and black as he looked directly at the woman. "The White-Gold concordat bans the Worship of Tiber Septim. Nowhere does it talks about the naming of children around traditional Nord name or titles. Stormcrown, along with Stormcloak, Stormlord, and many other names who begin with Storm can find their traces back to our culture in Atmora, most notably when Kyne gave us the wind and the voice. Thus, it does not fall within the tenant of the white-gold tower. And for your information, it was the name the Masters here found me with."

A half-truth never hurt anyone anyways.

"But I have to ask why are you here elf? This isn't a matter that pertains to the White-Gold tower or the Thalmor. This is the Internal affairs of Skyrim and its people." Harry stated forcefully.

Elenwen stood up and left but not before saying, "The thalmor have no interest in the affair of Skyrim."

"Now that she is gone. Let's get straight to the point, High chancellor Salvian, Lord Emperor. As you know, today I put forth my claim as High King of Skyrim. I bring much to offer to the province, as I am in fact of a divine bloodline." Harry opened up.

The chancellor of the empire narrowed his eyes, he wasn't the 8th champion of cyrodiil without reason. Speaking up he said, "I assume you bring proof?"

The boy closed his eyes and they all witnessed as lightning began to coalesce into his head, forming a magnificent circlet of blue lightning that gave off a windy aura.

Harry proceeded to remove the crown from his head as if it was a tangible object and placed it near where the chancellor sat.

"The crown of Storms, only for those of Kynes bloodline. Just like only those of the blood of dragons could wear the amulet of kings, given to mortals by akatosh. Only those who are born to my mother can wear this crown, and unlike the Amulet, if you try to wear the crown, and yet aren't worthy, it will deliver a shock so powerful you will not wish to touch the crown again." Harry states.

The chancellor lifts his index and moves it close to the crown, which then proceeds to zap him.

"Ouch." Amulius grunts upon feeling the shock, before turning to the emperor, "I believe the boy is telling the truth, Titus, perhaps we can use the veterans of this war to give us an edge in faster preparation times? There is only so much drills can do."

The emperor stroked his beard and said, "Perhaps. I have heard of the boys tactical ingenuity in taking Whiterun…"

From a corner of the room Balgruuf grumbles about the damages done to his city walls.

In the next moment, there was a burst of rose petals as Sheogorath appeared, accent heavy as he was cursing up a storm. That wasn't the most surprising thing though, Sheogorath stood stark naked, covered in what looked like honey and hair dripping wet, smelling strongly of booze.

"Yoo piece ay dung! Jist bide till Ah gie mah hans oan ye Sanguine, aam gonnae eviscerate ye! Nae! That's tae kin'! Aam gonnae rip ye apart molecule by molecule an' ref'rm ye intae th' piece ay jobby stained asshole!"

("You piece of dung! Just wait till I get my hands on you Sanguine, I'm going to eviscerate you! No! That's to kind! I'm going to rip you apart molecule by molecule and reform you into the piece of shit-stained asshole!")

At that point Sanguine had appeared, laughing merrilly even as Sheogorath started chasing after him, waving a spoon at him.

"Git back haur ye limped bobby coward!"

("Get back here you limped dick coward!")

Sanguine just threw a flaming bottle at Sheogorath who ducked, during that time Sanguine disappeared.

"Oi! Dornt ye daur rin awa' frae me ye fanny licker!"

("Oi! Don't you dare run away from me you cunt licker!")

With that Sheogorath disappeared as well, seeming to have never realized where he had been. Silence reigned around the table for a moment before one of the Jarls coughed, reminding them all that they had an important meeting to get back to.

"Perhaps you would be interested in passing down this knowledge?" Titus asked, continuing the meeting.

Harry inclines his head and answers with a perhaps as well.

With the emperor accepting of the Stormcrown boy, he stands up and says "I'll be back at castle Dour, once the moot finishes convening and up till your coronation, Amulius shall remain at your side acting as a guide walking you through administrative duties. If you wish too, due to you still being only 12, you could appoint a regent to continue mentoring you until you become of age. If this moot selects you, Harry Stormcrown as the new High King, and I believe you will pass unanimously. Then we will set your coronation for the 15th of Sun's Dusk, I believe quite a few diplomatic figures will be attending your coronation."

With his Departure, the Jarls began the vote, a mere formality at this point.

And although Harry was proven correct, he was surprised to find he had indeed received a unanimous vote. All of his fellow jarls voted in his favor, even Elisif.

After the moot Harry approached the Jarl of Solitude. She was standing in the entrance stairwell looking up at the sky.

"Elisif." Harry called out.

The nord woman jumps a little hearing her name, turning around she saw the boy. Putting a hand near her heart she said "Oh, it's you. Almost scared me there."

"Hm. Tell me, if you don't mind me asking. Why cast your vote in favor?" Harry asked.

Elisif sighs "Because is what Torygg would have wanted. See, I was born… barren, and couldn't produce an heir to the throne. Torygg didn't care, he still loved me regardless. But he always kept an eye out, for some reason he always said his time as king would be short, and that the next High King should be someone who was truly a Nord. Then you came along, my husband was so impressed with you he had thought about adopting you as the next high king, but unfortunately Ulfric… that murderer got to him first. And now we are here."

Harry stood in silence for a moment absorbing the information. Before he gave her a nod and bade her farewell for the night.