Just a short little thing to that came to me. Wrote this all in a half an hour, so it's not that long. If you're wondering, I got that introduction from an Elder Scrolls Forum on SpaceBattles. It was from 2012 or 2013, so I think I can take it. It's not mine, is what I'm saying.

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The hall was quiet. The blue glow from the Goblet of Fire flickered, outlining an intimidating figure. The crowd gasped when he came into light, and Dumbledore stepped in between the intimidating figure and the hall.

Usually twinkling eyes narrowed, and the old mans frail appearance was a sharp contrast to the sheer presence he exuded.

"Who are you?" The Wizard asked. His voice echoed off the walls, and carried an authority the stranger found familiar.

"Who am I?" The stranger asked, his Voice seeming to penetrate the walls, instead of echoing. He spoke with the voice of a Hurricane, and Dumbledore felt the Power that thrummed in this mans Voice.

The stranger could have grinned or frowned, it was impossible to tell. He resembled a strong, if short, human in his early twenties. His form was cloaked in a strange armor that seemed as if made of Glass and Gold, and a strange hood and gleaming ornate Mask concealed his face. For a reason he couldn't describe, the man reminded Dumbledore of a Dragon.

"I am Bloodkin of the Orcs," the stranger spoke, his Voice thrumming and echoing like a thousand speakers at once. "Bard in Solitude, and Champion of Azura, Clavicus Vile, Boethiah, Hircine, Hermaeus Mora, Malacath, Mehrunes Dagon, Mephala, Meridia, Molag Bal, Namira, Peryite, Sanguine, and Sheogorath. I am Thane in Eastmarch, Falkreath, Haafingar, Hjaalmarch, Whiterun, Winterhold, and in the Pale, the Rift, and the Reach. I am Hero throughout the Rim of the Sky, an Agent of Dibella and Mara, Vampire Hunter of the Dawnguard, and Savior of Solsthiem. By right of birth, I am Dragonborn, born of the blood of the Akatosh. By right of oath and glory, I lead as Harbinger of the Companions of Jorrvaskr and stand heir to the throne of Ysgramor. By right of cleverness, I am Master of the College of Winterhold and stand as Arch-Mage before the Sea of Ghosts. By right of blood, I Listen for the Night Mother and by her will I slew an Emperor. By right of plunder, I am Nightingale of Nocturnal and Guildmaster of Thieves. I wore the eight masks of the fallen Priests and walkedthrough the lands of the dead and returned. I am Ysmir, Dragon of the North, and I am Dovahkiin."

Silence greeted his bold introduction, most of the hall struck with the feelings of awe and confusion. Dumbledore, a Master and Scholar of high renown, noticed more than a few familiar and worrying names. He was also not ignorant that this man claimed to have slain an Emperor. Arch-Mage was an Old Name, outdated by most societies, but not a Title just any magic user could acquire. And that aside, this stranger practically radiated power, enough that Dumbledore was more cautious than usual about getting into an altercation.

"Of course," the Champion continued. "You might know me better by my other name." He removed his Mask, and Dumbledore felt the air escape his lungs. Beside him, Severus gasped audibly. Green eyes glowing with an inner power, the Dovahkiin spoke.

"My name is Harry Potter."

Pandemonium ensued.