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Sleep was a precious thing Harry J. Stormcrown loved to do. Sleep was a gift from the gods themselves, a time to recharge your energies after a day of dealing with paperwork, his vassals, lords, generals, and battle.
Not so long ago, very recently, in fact, the boy had done something that had elevated him to the title of emperor, conquered the heartlands and took the white gold tower for himself, formerly known as the Imperial city, the now named White-Gold city, had been the place of his accession to the title. Having the vassals of the various provinces of Cyrodiil bow down in their knees to him, dissolving Cyrodiil as one province and reorganizing it into small kingdoms. It was a very difficult task, plus dealing with the assassins and overreachers and challengers and nay-sayers. You could see why he would treasure his sleep time, not even his recent wife dared to try to wake him lest a powerful pulse of magic push her out of the bed.
Or in case of those that have woken him, received a green bolt of killing light to their face. Yes, waking up this emperor was a mistake one should never attempt to do.
But this is Sheogorath we are talking about he will live.
"Who in the-hmhnfjhm" the boy woke cursing up a storm only to be silenced by an Apple to his mouth. Biting down on it to free his speaking hole and chowing down on the slice he took his time to take a good look at the Mad God, and the isles around him.
The cunning in the god's eye made him shiver. It was up to something.
"Ah- my dear dear Harry James Potter. Good, you are here." The god said in a condescending tone. All signs of Madness gone from him.
"You know that name means nothing to me." The boy said carefully.
Shaking his head the image of Sheogorath gone, instead in her place stood a woman with pale skin, green eyes and curly hair, who reassembled him almost as much as his own ever, however, the shade of green in the woman's eyes shown a bit brighter, with cunning and intent behind it.
"You have been enjoying yourself so much out there." The tone of a woman spoke from the image before him. Then she took a step closer to him. "I am almost jealous, you know. I didn't get to have such adventures when I was your age. My father hated my guts, when I first displayed magic he sold me to this woman for about the equivalent of 5 septims. 5!"
Harry shrunk himself "Morgana… I'm sorry?"
"Turns out the woman was a witch, she took me in, taught me how to use magic. Turned me into the strongest enchantress of my age." Morgana spoke as she took another step closer to him.
"For years I roamed around. Aimlessly, helping the locals of wherever I went." A ghost of a smile crossed her lips. "Then I met a man. And we had a sweet child."
The smile vanished and her eyes dimmed "But my father had caught words of my exploits, and by then he had become a governor under that damned Pendragon's court. And he pleaded with that old coot to get rid of me, spread word that I was a monster. That I did horrible things. I battled that wizard. But before he could finish me off I found myself in this land. The gods 'gave' me a second chance. I defeated the bane of men, marched through the gates of oblivion. But I could never see my little girl again."
"Why are you telling me this?" Harry questioned her.
A chuckle escaped her "because an opportunity appeared. Harry, you've been reading those books your father gave you… when in oblivion do green eyes beat brown?"
The cogs in his brains started running and Harry's eyes widened.
"You see dear harry? I created you. Lily, a daughter of my bloodline, to marry and bear a child for a son of A griffin? No mere coincidence. The blessing of 3 powerful entities? My doing. An elder scroll etched very specifically with prophecies all tied to you? My doing." Morgana explained to him. Pausing for a moment, she watched his face, hoping to catch a bigger glimpse of surprise. "And what's more, your prodigal ability to learn earthen magic? My doing. Yet… as you can tell, things don't always go right do they?"
Harry turned around so he wouldn't be facing her "what do you want? Why bring me here to tell me all this?"
"For long you have been operating and doing as you please, doing it in the name of someone else but my own. I don't care who you consider your mother. You can hate me for all I care, but I WILL start seeing things going according to my original plan. But that's not all, this empire you are building for yourself, and any future you may think you may be having. One day I will return, and ask for it to be paid back.
"You are no longer just a son of Kyne and Lily Potter. My daughter might have been a Raven, but I was the lioness, and now my cub. Go back to your world, and your ignorance and your wars. Become the lion I know you are. Because when I return, you will need that ferocity to complete the task I am obtaining for you."
The form before him disappeared along with the isles. Harry found himself back in his bed, and with sleep gone, he decided to go back to the library, and continue work on, he put on a casual outfit, black pants and a white shirt topped with a black collar vest, the collar and the vest itself tied via a strap that tied into a button.
Arriving in the library he found the bosmer that Aragorn brought along. Apparently, someone very important, containing the key to overthrowing the Aldmeri dominion the elder Dragon had said.
"Your Majesty." The elf gave him a small head bow as a greeting as the boy checked out a book and sat near the fire to read.
"Borgas I believe? Interesting name for an elf."
The newly crowned emperor commented.
"My paternal side of the family is of Nordic descent," Borgas answered with practiced ease.
"Interesting. Tell me about yourself." Harry said as he opened the book to a bookmarked page.
"I was born in the 2nd era, 550. Studied magic in Alinor, before moving back to Valenwood before joining Queen Ayrenn in her conquest during the 3 banners war, seeing everything, from the rise of Tiber Septim to the war of red diamond, the oblivion crisis and even the Great War." The old elf said.
"So, how come an elven sage such as you came to find himself a slave on a thalmor ship?"
"Well, ever since the inception of the first Dominion, I was tasked by Queen Ayrenn to watch for and protect her bloodline. Sometimes that puts me in courts, farms, cities and whatnot. Though I admit my current charge is quite unique. I have faith she will be the change to overthrow the false Thalmor." The elf answered the emperor's question.
"Hm. The Thalmor being thrown from power would make my life easy." Harry said softly.
"Yet you don't seek to conquer the elven realms… why?"
Harry shook his head "It is not my place, nor would it make sense too. I rule my empire, here, from Skyrim. The elven realms are too far down south to properly rule, puppet? Vassals? Maybe, but direct rule is impossible."
Borgas looked up from his book "You don't consider morrowind to be an elven realm?"
"No, Morrowind is majorly a Padomaic realm, human even, the only distinction between them and us is their physique, but otherwise? Almost entirely human. The Elven realms however, Khajiit, Bosmer and Altmer? Far out of my reach."
The elf gave a thought to the words spoken and left, having obtained what he seeked for the moment.
Left alone, Harry put his book down and sat down on his knees, on the floor of course, and put his hands near his stomach and made a motion as if he was making an orb. At first nothing happened, but slowly a green light began to appear at the space between his hands. Sweat started to pour down his face and body as the light grew a bit bigger minute by minute.
Soon, he had a good fist sized ball of light, and it spewed out an object. Harry let it go as he collapsed, exhaustion present in his body, this was the one task he had a real problem completing. After finally catching his breath in his exhausted state, he turned his head to the side to find a wristband, made of solid gold. He closed his eyes and fist around the object, as he took a grip of his maternal magic and disappeared with a plop back to his bed chambers.
As he laid down to fall back asleep he thought back to what he had done, this was his secret project, his unborn fruit as of yet, time magic. A concept he had been struggling since the start of the war on cyrodiil. But he had finally made significant progress, he had retrieved what he hoped was an item from the past…. Hopefully.