Hey everyone, here is my newest crossover story. I give credit to Snipern0sniping for the Omake and permission to use it in this.

I have played Skyrim for a while now, not the remastered, and I quite enjoy the game. This story is set after the events in the game. The civil war quest line in this fic did not happen do to events that the Dragon born set in motion.

I do not own Harry Potter or the Elder scrolls series.

Enjoy

"Yol" Dragon shout

'What?' thinking

"Fire" Regular speech

Faasnufojot growled in frustration as she circled over the land she had claimed over as her territory. She hissed as she searched for a nice meal to eat on the plains below her, but to her irradiation there was no prey to be seen. Her eyes flickered back and forth, trying to find something filling other then the rabbits. Her pride would not allow her to eat such a pathetic creature. The female dragon half heartily snapped at the hawk that had wondered to close in its flight path.

'Perhaps I should try somewhere else.' With a flap of her wings she rose higher into the air and as soon as she got to a fair height, started to glide towards some mountains. 'Perhaps I will find some prey there.'

...

"Aaah, that hits the spot." Flicking the bone away, the bandit marauder stretched. After a week of wondering and searching, the boss had finally found an abandoned Orc village deep in the mountains between Skyrim and Hammerfell. Well hidden from prying eyes and with great location to trading routes, the village was greatest stuck of luck the group had gotten in years.

"...Disgusting."

The bandit rolled his eyes as one of the former Thalmor walked on by. Others of the bandit group also eyed the group of elves with distrust. While the boss had allowed the mer folk to join, many wished tot see them dead after what they did to their home lands. But beggars cannot be choosers after all, as the Empire had increased it's fighting power with the help of the trice dam deceased Dragonborn.

A redguard walked up to him and he nodded at her. Getting up, he walked towards the wall to begin his shift. 'Don't know why the boss wants us to keep watch anymore. No one has ever come close to finding this place unless they were brought here.'

As the Marauder stumbled towards his post, he had too much mead, he began to here a thumping noise in the wind. Thinking nothing of it, he continued to his post. A large shadow came over him soon after and he looked up to see what was causing it. He knew no more soon after.

...

"DRAGON!"

Faasnufojot gulped down the bandit with sanctification. The armor was a bit hard on the throat, but it was not as if she had eaten it before. Who ever heard of a Joor taking off their armor so a dragon could eat them anyway. Arrows and spells were easy to dodge, she was the queen of the skies and they were her prey. What did she have to fear from the little joor fools.

"Fo Krah Diin"

She smirked as her breath caused the various fires to go out, leaving only the dying light of the sun to show where she was. As the men and elves tried to find her in the encroaching darkness, she had no trouble finding them. Their cries of terror filled the air as she hunted them with impunity. Landing, she used her tail to bash in a few skulls of the fools who tried to attack her from behind. Her soul sang as she battled her prey as she once so long ago. Seeing several barrels and a purple liquid oozing from it she had an idea.

"Yool!"

The explosion made her growl with glee as several of the mer folk were caught up in the blast. Snapping her head to the left, she crushed the bandit boss with her jaws. Several spells hit her hide, but she ignored them as she feasted on the dead. Slaughtering several more foes and rising into the air, she began to torch the bandit village. As soon as she was done she roared into the air to challenge any who dare wonder into her territory.

"A good meal," She snorted as she started towards her home. 'Perhaps now there will be more deer to hunt now that those who dare hunt my prey are dead.'

A ringing sound made her change her plans to go home. There, far off to the east and in the middle of the sky was a circle that glowed gold. Flying towards it, she felt a tugging sensation originating from the portal. Before she could turn away, she was sucked in and the portal closed behind her.

Charles Weasly cursed and cussed as he read and reread the paper the Ministry of Magic had sent him. Looking at his team he could also see the waves of mixed emotions rolling off them. "...They want us to capture another dragon for the Tri Wizard Cup."

"Merlin's F-ing beard Charles, they have to know that it ain't easy tried to get a dragon this time of year."

Charles was about to speak up when one of his coworkers raced in. "I have news that is going to shock you all!" She exclaimed as she tried to breathe.

A senior wizard rolled his eyes. "As if you have to say is more interesting then the letter from the Ministry. I doubt that what you have is prudent to the situation we have right now." There was multiple chuckles from the wizards and witches as the young witch looked at him red face.

"What if I said I saw a new species of dragon nearby and she looks like she is looking for a nesting spot?" That brought all chuckling to a halt. She smirked as they all looked at her. "That's right, I saw a new kind of dragon. She appeared out of thin air and is circling around sector 5 right at this moment."

Charles and the rest of the dragon handlers raced out of the room to grab their gear. As he passed her, Charles Weasley gave her a smile and told to her a job well done.

Harry paced the champions tent. The first task happening right now and he didn't know what to do. 'Well,' the boy-who-lived thought, 'I had a plan but it's now less likely going to work.'

The problem with his plan, summon his quitich broom and outfly the dragon, had been put in jeopardy by the drawing.

FLASHBACK

"Harry, is that you?" Hermione asked through the tent wall.

Harry Potter really didn't have an answer for that so he just stood there, dry mouthed and frightened.

"We can see the dragons from where the stands are set up," Hermione informed her friend, "there appears to be a Welsh green, a Swedish short-snout, a Chinese fireball, and some kind of drake I don't recognize from the book."

"What?" Harry asked, "What do you mean you don't recognize the fourth?" Hermione had been pouring over every book of dragons she could get her hands on ever since Harry had told her about the task being to get an egg from a nesting mother.

She was now almost an expert on everything dragon. "I don't know. I've never seen anything quite like it before," Hermione said nervously, "All I can say is that it's larger than the other dragons, but only has two hind legs and wings so it's a drake and not technically a dragon."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to out fly it as well," Harry said bitterly.

"I don't know how effective that might be, we don't know anything about this drake and if you have to go up against it," Hermione started to panic.

"I'll be fine," Harry said trying to assure his friend despite the fact that she wasn't the one going up against the beast.

Hermione's worry then over took her self-control and she pushed her way through the tent wall and hugged her friend.

SNAP

Both teens jumped away from each other as the flash of a wizarding camera caught the privet moment. "Young love," Reeta Skeeta said sashaying over to them already seeing her next issue in the prophet. "Stirring," she said almost to herself.

"Good day champions," headmaster Dumbledore said as he burst into the tent, "Gather around please. Now, you have waited, you've wondered, and at last the moment has arrived, the moment that only four of you can fully appreciate- what are you doing here miss Granger?"

His tiny speech broke off to address the witch in the room, causing Hermione to stutter, "Oh, um, Sorry, I'll just go," with one last look at Harry, that Skeeta took note of with her quill, she left.

"Barty, the bag" Dumbledore called putting the intrusion out of his mind.

"Champions, in a circle please," Barty Crouch said pointing out a circle on the ground.

The soon to be victims in the blood sport moved into a circle as Mr. Crouch directed before he presented a black, hissing, bag to the first one.

"Miss Delicure, if you will" he said gentlemanly as he held the bag of miniature dragons open to her.

The quarter Veela hesitantly reached into the bag and pulled out.

"The Welsh Green," Mr. Crouch identified. Flur shared a frightened look with her headmistress as the miniature belched tiny flames on her palm.

"Mr. Crumb."

The red robed wizard reached in and pulled out.

"The Chinese fireball~ Ooo~." Apparently Mr. Crouch liked Chinese fireballs.

Crouch then moved to the yellow dress not yet glittering vampire wantabe, and proffered the bag without a word.

Cedric Diggory reached in and retracted the, "Swedish short-snout," Mr. Crouch enjoyed this part of his job almost too much.

Moving on to the last victim. "Which leaves," the ministry worker said excitedly.

"The new drake," Harry muttered.

"What was that?" Crouch asked as he didn't quite hear what the boy had said.

"Nothing," Harry said and reached in.

Surprisingly the drake wasn't fighting his hand like the other miniatures had with the rest, his miniature was asleep in his palm, apparently resting without a concern in the world.

"Ah yes," Mr. Crouch said, "We were a little short on dragons since we were only expecting there to be three champions. Thankfully, we lucked out and discovered a new type of dragon (or maybe drake, the experts are still arguing about the technical definition) and so she got to make a debut for her entire species here today."

Harry took all that information in as he examined the drake-dragon in his palm, at least Hermione was correct in saying that there was no information on the beast in a book.

END FLASHBACK

Now Harry stood in the empty tent. The other 'champions' had one by one gone before him and now it was just him left. Hearing the loud voice of Dumbledore announcing the event with the sonorous charm hadn't really put his nerves at ease as he heard one after the other get hurt in some way.

Taking deep breath, Harry waited as Dumbledore announced that Cedric had gotten the egg and the angry Swedish short-snout was led off the field.

The cannon boomed and now it was Harry's turn to face the beast.

Moving through the tunnel, Harry tried not to emerge in the arena with piss running down his legs.

Fortunately, he succeeded and emerged from the small cave like tunnel with dry pants. The arena he found himself in was rocky and covered in little vales that the champion could hide in.

The stands were high up above the arena floor with sheer walls to keep the spectators safe from harm.

The entire place was silent. The only sound was the deep breathing of a large beast. For a moment, Harry was hopeful, the dragon was in the very center was blue-gray with a heavily armored body. Her horns were segmented and swept back towards her neck, her underside was white and the scales there seemed to be larger, each scale looked like it was outlined in white. The wings, tail, and rear legs were impossible to see from his angle.

The beast didn't even look up at him, Harry hoped that maybe one of the dragon handlers had messed up and had accidently given her too much sleeping draft.

The crowd held their breath as Harry walked, very quietly towards the beast in the middle.

When he was within twenty paces of the dragon suddenly shifted. Her body twisted and she gave some kind of hiss as if she was yawning.

"WHAT KIND OF JOKE IS THIS?!" a loud blond weasel shouted out from the stands, "THE LAST THREE WERE EXCITING, WHERES THE FIGHTING?"

Harry would have happily crucio'ed the heir of Malfoy if he could have.

The dragons still didn't seem to hear anything except for her dreams as mutters started popping up around the stands.

Harry slipped sideways into a ditch and started stealthily moving down it to get as close as he could to the egg.

He could see it now; the golden egg was in the center of an empty nest that the dragon was laying around in a loose semicircle. Fortunately for him, the open part of the semicircle was facing towards him.

Throwing caution to the wind, Harry leapt up from the ditch and raced the last five paces from his hiding place to the egg. A tiny cry of joy lit up his mind as he dropped to his knees by the nest and reached out to finish the task without even having to face his dragon.

It happened too fast for Harry to properly see what happened.

One second he was reaching for the egg, the next he felt the sensation of flying only to end up sprawled on the ground with a firm weight on his chest.

As his eyes came back into focus, Harry was greeted by the sight of the 'sleeping' dragon leering down on him, her wing was planted on the boy's chest and held him there as the she dragon came in closer.

"YOUR WAND HARRY!" Hermione's frantic voice shouted down at him.

Harry scrabbled for his wand and managed to seize it as the dragon opened its mouth.

"Zun Haal Viik!"

Harry's wand suddenly jumped in his hand and flew halfway across the arena.

"And he's lost his wand! We're calling foul play! Who cast that strange disarming spell?!"

The announcer shouted as the crowd booed and cheered in equal measure.

The dragon leaned down, Harry closed his eyes as he waited for the beast to end it.

"Who indeed," a powerful but somehow feminine voice said.

Harry opened his eyes to try and find the speaker and blinked as the dragon grinned.

"So, little one," The dragon spoke, "why are you here? The others who came into the arena were older then you."

"I… Ah," Harry stuttered, 'was it speaking parseltongue?' He wondered, 'was that why I can understand it?'

"I can't believe my ears!" the announcer spoke, "That drake is talking like a human!" That blew his theory about parseltongue out of the water.

The dragon looked up at the booth where the announcer was stationed. "And you can listen like a Dovah, so I guess this is an auspicious day for all," she said sarcastically.

"So back to you," the dragon looked down on the boy, "Why are you here, trying to steal from me? What would your parents say to their son out here? Are they even here to watch you?"

Harry winced. The dragon noticed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"They're not here," Harry said sadly, "They died when I was a baby."

That gave the dragon pause. The nesting mother (according to the ministry) leaned down and looked the boy in the eyes. "Then who takes care of you? Are you happy with them?" Harry blinked in confusion as the dragon seemed to be genuinely concerned.

"No, not really," he said

"I see," the dragon shifted to look at the surrounding wizards, then she nodded to herself, "Then I'm claiming you."

Harry blinked, "What?"

"You came here trying to take the egg," she explained, "Whelp, you failed, so I'm claiming you."

"WHAT!?" more than one voice demanded from the assembled wizards.

"You're now my hatchling," the she dragon stated, "You look to small to be healthy, you're in a fight with a dragon despite obviously not wanting to be here, and you just admitted to not liking your current guardians. I claim you as mine."

Before Harry could respond, the dragon twisted around and bit through the chain that was keeping her in the arena, the tournament organizers probably should have spelled them to be unbreakable.

Every single person not shocked into stillness and armed with a wand whipped it out and took aim at the dragon.

Spells flew like a sudden Arora of power. This had no effect on the dragon's hide as she took to the air with Harry Potter clutched in her talons.

"Sorry for the rough trip," The mother dragon called down to her newly adopted child, "Next time you can ride on my neck."

Harry just hung there shell shocked as a burst of golden light opened in the sky above them and his new mother flew into it.

A young teenage woman stood in the middle of Falkreath cemetery holding staring at a tombstone. The shadows cast by the evening sun stretched over her and the stone, but she could still read the inscription on the slab. The woman moved several stray hairs off to the side as she laid down several fresh flowers for her parent.

"Aal Hin Zii Wundun Ko Zind Monah. May your spirit travel in triumph mother." The female spoke as she stood up. She shifted her armor into a more comfortable position as she thought of words to say. "Paarthunax and the Greybeards have been good teachers for me. I have learned a new shout and have been making go use of it when I go hunting. Jarl Dagny of Whiterun is doing better after hearing the news of her father's and brothers' deaths. She cried for days when she found out before ascending the position of Jarl. They died after you did mom, so they maybe with you in Sovngarde. Faasnufojot has been taking good care of me, but in the last few days she has been missing. I hope she comes back soon mother."

Her words done, the young woman turned to leave her mothers grave. Her companions/bodyguards followed closely behind and to the side of her at a respectful distance while close enough to come to her defense. Not that it mattered to her. She was Dovahkiin, just like her mother before her. Upon getting onto her horse, the woman looked one last time and reread the inscription on the slab.

HERE LIES #####

THE

DRAGONBORN

LISTENER

GUILD MASTER

ARCH-MAGE

HARBINGER

HERO OF THE FORTH WAR WITH THE ALDERMI DOMINION

LOVING MOTHER

MAY HER SOUL REST IN SOVGARDE

'I will be worthy of you mother,' She thought as she rode away. 'I will be worthy.'

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