I thank everyone for giving me so many favorites and so many followers it had surprised me within the first 24 hours as I had posted my first chapter of the broken dragon as well as received two reviews that had truly helped reignite the inner writer Within Me. dragontuar, darthjosh2112, WolfGodMaster thank you for the review and favoriting and following my story, I hope you like what I have planned for Mr. Potter. This chapter is supposed to be part of the first chapter whether it be a combination of my frustration or my anxiety on how that your net was going to react to my story it always remains on the back burner also slightly incomplete and just being another story that has been added into my little Archive of projects and stories that I constantly look at wanting to complete but feeling intimidated by the internet. But it seems that my fears are unfounded if there are so many people favoriting my stories and wanting to see more by following tells me that I have been foolish to allow my fears to take control. My word advice to everyone is if you have a good idea, put it to pen to paper or on Google Docs, either one, you should go for it and don't let fear Rule the Day. I won't take you, folks, any longer on my little starting note and I hope you enjoy the rest of what was the first chapter.
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"talking" 'thoughts' spells or powerful voice
the chapter is going to contain the following extreme blood and violence just in case if them-rated on the store I didn't tell you that is the story's not meant for minors.
[ch1]
The Emperor and his retinue continued on their journey through the secret passageway underneath the Imperial prison. The blades that took their positions in front of and behind the emperor were watching the shadows closely with their weapons drawn, and at the ready to strike down any foe that would stand between them and the path forward.
Uriel Septum began to lament his thoughts of not ordering his bodyguards to allow the young man and the Khajiit woman to accompany the group, which would have led to an argument that would have wasted time and allowed his end to hasten ever faster. He continued onto his other thoughts, which had led to one of his deepest regrets; one which had weighed more heavily than all other regrets he had in his long life as emperor. It was that of a woman with Chestnut-colored hair pale skin, Rose-colored lips; and those dazzling Brown eyes of her. Just the thought of her caused him a great deal of pain, for she was the woman he truly loved, the woman that Mara had placed in his path. The softness of her skin, her earthly scent, and her beautiful brown eyes, that would always warm his heart, were a far cry from that of his cold, dutiful Empress. If he hadn't allowed his duties to take more presidents over his own heart, he would gladly have made that woman, his second wife, a practice that fell out of favor an era ago. But knowing the nature of his empress, she would not want a threat to her position, and that of her three sons that turned out far different from their mother, one major boon; the gods have blessed him with. With his thoughts now moving on toward his Sons, he couldn't help but feel shame and hate for himself, for sending his illegitimate son to live out his days as a priest when he should be living his days as a prince; but he had done so to save him, so his Empress dagger would not find his baseborn son's heart. It deeply saddened him, as his love had died in childbirth, a small sacrifice to bring New Life into the world. The love that he had for the woman, with whom Mara blessed him, had changed for the care and love he had for his youngest son. He cared and loved his Three Sons, as any father should love and care for his children; but he could sense that his youngest had a larger Destiny which was greater than his three. Even before his son's birth, he was plagued with fever dreams of a flaming dragon. This Mighty dragon was the Avatar of Akatosh he later learned through some ancient texts that were safely secured in the Imperial Library for it was the same flaming Avatar that his ancestor Alessia the first empress of the first era. The ancient texts had described her having fever dreams while she slept with the other human slaves of a flaming dragon; it continued for months before she had discovered the Amulet of Kings around her neck and the power of that within her blood. Using the power of the amulet, she banished the dead soul Daedra from the Mortal Realm and led a slave rebellion, and then later became crowned empress and protector of man. So it was Paramount in his mind to make sure his son lived; he could only hope in the end when he meets his love, he would earn her forgiveness at the end of this path that he was now beginning to approach.
"PROTECT THE EMPEROR!" One of the blade guards shouted, drawing their katanas, this caused the emperor to draw his silver blade to aid in his defense if one of the Assassins got past his two remaining guards.
One of the blades was in combat with the Assassin that was blocking the doorway, only to have the same assassin being struck by a red bolt of lightning, causing the dagger in the assassin's hand to clatter to the ground, then it fades Into nothingness, allowing the blade to slay his foe in front of him. The other assassin was quickly slewed by the other bodyguard unaided, just as before the assassin's armor faded, leaving behind the Mythic Dawn-colored robes as the only thing on their bodies.
One of them turned to look to see the source of that spell before letting out a growl, "it's those prisoners, kill them they must be working with the assassins." one of the blades dumbly says as he had his weapon ready to strike, either at the young man that was readying a spell, or the fully armored Khajiit woman who had a Warhammer raised up and at the ready to give a killing blow to anyone that would approach her.
Sensing a much more dramatic confrontation, the emperor held up his hand, "NO... Calm yourself my blades." The emperor's voice boomed and echoed in the small space; his voice had the desired effect as it stunned the two blades including the young man and the Khajiit woman.
Once everyone wasn't poised to kill one another, the emperor had taken a breath and calmed down the Raging Power he had to put in his voice to bring a semblance of order to everyone. "They must help us, they must." He said more softly in comparison to his booming voice, despite the skeptical looks he was receiving from both of his bodyguards; nevertheless, they obeyed his command to not pursue any more hostility.
The emperor's words had drawn a greater amount of confusion between Harry and Affdahna as the two had looked at each other for a moment before their focus went back to the emperor. Both of them took a more relaxed posture now that they weren't going to be attacked.
"Please come here, so I may not have to shout across the space between us." the emperor softly requested and waited for them to approach him.
Having less suspicion, Harry approached the old man. His companion soon followed behind him with only a few steps further away from his own. The pair had waited to see what the emperor would want from them or what he had to say to them, whether it be a request to become his additional guards or something beyond that.
"They do not understand why I trust the both of you, they have not seen what I have seen." The old man had given a mysterious edge to his words, which added suspicion on Affdahna's part, causing her eyes to narrow into slits, but she did not comment as she wanted to continue to observe and listen to him and his words before she could call troll shit.
Scrunching up his face in confusion and feeling that nagging feeling of a prophecy was now about to be revealed something that Harry had hated after spending a day in Trelawney's class. " Let me guess we're something important that requires us to do a certain task and only we can accomplish it." His sarcasm matched the irritation on his face as he saw the expression on the emperor's face turn into that of shock.
Shaking his surprise for a moment, the old man couldn't help but smile, "I see you are familiar with such things, Child Of The Apprentice." he said with a warm smirk on his face at seeing the young men's confused expression. He then turned his focus on the Khajiit warrior woman, "Oh yes the Warrior, you best reflect your sign perfectly. I do pity those who would try to challenge your strength only to be felled by their foolishness." His expression remained warm, even though he didn't get any reaction from the warrior woman who was having her Warhammer carried on her shoulder.
"What does this one care for our signs," she hissed as the expression on Affdahna's face remained Stoic, yet she couldn't help but feel, to snarl at the old man, at knowing something so personal, such as someone's birth sign.
The old man wasn't phased by the brazen attitude from her, it had reminded him a few times when he had interacted with Nordic folks of Skyrim, "As an old man, who watches the sky and is a follower of the Gods, the stars that represent signs, especially birth ones, allow one to see far more of one's nature and one's destiny. Such as the signs I see now, one which marks the end of my path, yet necessary, for good to triumph over evil. As I will go willingly to such ends," his tone of voice was somber and morose almost like he was giving bad news to himself.
Blinking in confusion, Harry had taken a step forward toward the old man, " what are you saying did you foresee all this and what do you mean at the end of your path, and what does that mean for us?" He had to ask the old man, wondering what he was getting at and how it involved himself and his companion.
"Worry not both of your signs are not my stars, both of your signs shall reign in the coming days." the emperor tries to reassure the young man with just his words alone.
One of the blades approached the trio and stopped the conversation with just his presence, " Your Majesty we cannot delay any longer we have to continue."
He nodded his head in reply to his bodyguard, even though there was much more, he wanted to say. But he could sense the end approaching, as well as sensing there was a great deal of blood that would be spilled before his end; the blood of his enemy, and one more of his guard.
The other blade that wasn't aggressive towards the pair from the second they appeared, had approached both the young man and Khajiit woman, "Best make one of the yourselves useful with this torch." He held out an unlit torch and waited for anyone who would take it.
Just before the feline warrior had taken the torch, the young man held out his free hand and create a sphere; made of light appeared in the palm of his hand before allowing it to float just above his head. "I don't think we'll be needing a torch," Harry had a smug expression on his face after seeing the look of surprise that could be seen past the man's helmet.
Putting away the torch, the Man simply turned his back to the pear, "You better not run out of Magicka, as we may require the Aid of a mage sooner than we would like." The man said briskly as he returned to his formation near the emperor.
The pair had followed closely behind the emperor and his bodyguards into the Next Room, within the Shadows more assassins had sprung out to attack and the blades charged headlong Into The Fray. Both Harry and Affdahna had joined in the fighting. The feline woman swings her mace to cave in the chest of one assassin with their demonic-looking armor crumbling under the power of her Warhammer.
Meanwhile, the only magic caster in the group was sending cutting curses toward the Assassins. For a brief moment, he reflected on what he was doing, as he was aiding in the killing of other living beings that were intelligent in comparison to the Mindless creatures like the Rats, Undead, and Goblins. A not-so-small part of himself wanted to turn to the side and retch, especially after seeing the spray of blood and viscera courtesy of his feline companion with her Warhammer cracking open one of the Assassin's heads like a melon. Yet all the same he was getting used to it; the vial that kept bubbling in the back of his throat was rising less and less, as he continued casting his spells, if he had taken the moment to realize that he wasn't saying the incantation for the cutting curse or a blasting hex that he was sending to his foes. He simply whipped his wand and focused on his intent of what he wanted to do with his magic and his desire, and Will was made manifest with a slash of his wand, cut with a stab a blast, and he continued this until there were no more enemies to be killed by the end of his wand.
The two remaining blades had glanced over towards the Mage and the Barbarian. Only after they had finished off, the Assassins were near them, then started to watch The Young spellcaster and the Barbarian woman finish off the rest with a violent very efficient form of killing. For a moment, both of them considered if they were capable of defending the emperor; if the pair decided to turn on them, just thought alone caused the two to inadvertently shiver.
A small cough from the emperor had shaken the two blades from their reverie; once more; again they had taken their positions near their charge and continued to the Next Room. Just like before, assassins lay and wait for their target, only to be swiftly killed by the blade's katanas or being caved in by a Warhammer or blasted apart by a spell; it matters not for all those who stood between them and their path forward had met their untimely end.
This pattern continued until they reached the final room. One of the blades had held up his hand, signaling to stop the group's progress forward. "I don't like the look of this place," he says to the group before he starts to walk down the steps and looked around but found nothing amiss. "Alright, it all appears to be clear," he says while continuing to watch the Shadows as he waited for the others to join him.
The leading blade walks towards the gated entrance to the sewers, only to realize that it was barred from the other side, preventing them from their escape. "Dammit the gates barred from the other side, we're trapped!" The one blade says as he tried forcing the Rusty gate open, only to not yield to his forceful attempt.
Feeling tired of this place, Harry whipped out his wand and tried casting a blasting hex to destroy the gate and allow them passage to the other side, only to have a few runes glow around the stone frame of the gate causing the spell to fizzle out before even making contact to the gate. He let the other frustrated sigh and muttered a few curses which were almost unheard by the group with only except for one member of the group that had a stronger sense of hearing. Approaching from the side the warrior woman had placed a comforting hand on the wizard Soldier and given him a comforting squeeze.
" Harry had done well," she says to him before patting his shoulder and looking toward the others.
The other member of the blades glanced over to an open corridor with its gate wide open. " what about that path over there." he suggested to his fellow blade.
"I don't know, but it's worth a shot." the leading blade says, before rushing into the corridor along with everyone else following.
The corridor led to a dead-end; whatever hope of escaping had just died, yet the blades remain Resolute despite these dire circumstances. " it's a dead-end, your majesty what is your call?"
He had contemplated for a moment on the question before hearing blades being drawn in the distance. He was not the only one that heard the Assassin's knives being drawn as his bodyguards turned and faced the direction where they had heard the sound, and looked past the only entering point of the room.
"Your majesty it seems that this will be our final stand, let us protect you to the very end." the leading blade says right before he had received a nod from his emperor, giving his permission to his bodyguards to defend him to the very end.
Before the leading blade had rushed out with his fellow blade, he gave a stern look to the young man and the Barbarian Khajiit woman. "Either join in the fight or stay here and protect the emperor with both of your lives, but if you don't do either by Telos I will gut the both of you. Even if I do fail in the attempt." He says firmly, gripping his blood-stained Katana tightly before turning and shouting. "For the emperor."
Turning her head to look at her young Mage companion and giving him a little smirk, "Affdahna will be joining, the fight Harry should stay here, and guard his majesty." She brandishes a Warhammer and lets out a war cry as she charges in from the front line of the fight. For a brief moment, the young wizard had to consider that she was the perfect example of a Gryffindor charging headfirst into a battle, even if it would be considered idiotic.
Leaving only the emperor and the young wizard alone as the sounds of battle began with the clashing of blades and the yells and screams of battle that could be heard outside the room. Along with that familiar send to the iron in the air, the same kind when blood is spilled in great quantities.
Uriel had taken a step forward and placed his hand on the young man's shoulder, so he would get his attention. As the old man could feel the cold grip of Arkay starting to take hold; yet his soul remained in his body and not torn from the mortal world. Ripping the amulet from his neck, the enchanted golden chains repaired themselves; he had shoved the large fist-sized Jewel into the young man's hand. " I can go no further, you and your companion a stand against the Prince of Destruction and his mortal servants. He must not have the Amulet of Kings! Take the amulet. Give it to Jauffre. He alone knows where to find my last son. Find him, and close shut the jaws of Oblivion."
Those were his last words before a stone wall, gave way revealing a secret passageway along with; an armored assassin with a dagger had lunch from the secret passageway and stabbed the emperor in his heart. Wrenching the dagger from the emperor's chest, the lone assassin turned his gaze to the only other occupant in the room, along with his focus on the gem that was in Harry's hand.
"You have chosen a bad time to align yourself with the septum line," an evil chuckle followed after the Assassin's cruel words. He then pointed his dagger toward the young man and then charged, he then readied himself to stab him in the chest, just like the emperor.
Both stunned and shocked at the death of the emperor and the quest that he was now forcibly given, he could only glance at the assassin charging in his direction. It has only taken him a moment to whip out his wand and stabbed in the air in the direction of the Assassin a single Bolt of red and black shot out of his wand and pierced through the armor and chest of the Assassin.
Momentarily stunned and confused as smoke began to envelop the Assassin, before revealing his golden Elven appearance kid looked down and saw a large hole in his chest big enough to fit a small melon, as well as seeing Scorch marks preventing blood from leaking from the opening in his chest. They only raised his head for a moment to glare hatefully at the one who had killed him before dropping dead along with the emperor.
With the Assassin dead, Harry changed his focus to the Emperor, who was not quite as dead as he appeared; with his labored breathing causing his chest to rise and fall; he had rushed over to the emperor's side and placed his hand on the back of his head. " just hold on the others will be here and help you." He tried to reassure the emperor and himself, despite the amount of blood pouring out.
Coughing up blood, the old Emperor shook his head, "I have always known I would die in blood *cough* remember... bring... the Amulet of Kings... to Jauffre ..." The emperor let out his last breath; his blood began pulling underneath him and staining Harry's clothing.
A few moments after the emperor had passed the battle outside the room had died down to a deafening silence; the leading blade bloodied yet uninjured from what could be the last Skirmish of the assassins. As the man entered the room, he looked down and saw the young man holding the back of the emperor's head, then saw the pool of blood underneath the emperor's body. The man's eyes widen in complete shock as he dropped onto his knees, then dropped his sword and stared at the one he had sworn his oath to protect to the last man, he was even willing to sacrifice his own life if it would allow the emperor to live. For a brief moment, he thought to curse all the gods to allow such a travesty to happen to the Empire; his anger then quickly turned to himself as he was the one who failed in his task.
" We have failed, I have failed to guard and protect the Dragonborn." He said not to anyone, in particular, just saying the honest words that were in his heart and soul, as he continued to stare at the emperor's corpse before his eyes moved down onto the emperor's chest, not the wound that was staining the royal garments of the emperor. But the missing piece on the emperor's person. Then he turned his gaze to the young man, who had a large Ruby jewel with a Golden Chain, with lesser smaller jewels surrounding the main Jewel in his hand, and watched him set the Emperor's head down gently.
"You have the Amulet of Kings! Did the emperor give that to you?" He questioned the young mage, as he knew full well that the Amulet of Kings cannot be easily removed even from a corpse. The powerful Divine enchantments prevented anyone from doing so, with one exception, the emperor's chosen guardian. A Chosen One of sorts was chosen by the Emperor himself, the person that would be handed the amulet of Kings to safeguard until the next heir is presented before the Elder Council, as well as a proof of legitimacy. It was a rare occurrence and had not been done since before Uriel's Septum VII time.
He didn't hear the words coming from the armored man; as he stared at the lifeless dead-eyed old man before him. Taking in a shuddering breath after he had set the emperor's head gently onto the stone floor, he then moved the same hand to close the emperor's eyes. He turned his head and heard only muffled sounds going on as his mind was still processing the death that had happened before him. Unlike the Assassins, most of them, their faces were unseen as he tried to imagine them as creatures; more or less it helped to ignore the fact that he was killing people. Yet in the depths of his mind, he had a brief flashback of when he killed Quirrell; he can remember having several nightmares of having the man disintegrate just from his touch.
His musings were immediately disturbed by a firm yet gentle hand squeezing his shoulder, turning his head to the side, and looking up; a bloodied yet familiar feline Warrior was staring down at him as her expression was neutral. But her eyes carried a sense of warmth that was breaking through his Grim thoughts. It was only then that he finally heard the words coming from the man who was still on his knees.
" Do the emperor tell you anything before presenting you with the Amulet of Kings?" the last remaining blade had asked, and by the looks, on his face, it may have been the 10th time he may have asked as he didn't know the inner turmoil that the young Mage before him may have been going through at that moment.
He nodded his head as he looked down at the jewel in his hand; it slightly glowed for a moment, as the gem had moved slightly closer to the emperor before the red glow had died out. " It's something about bringing this to Jauffre, and something about his last son and close shut the jaws of Oblivion." He relayed as much as he could, as the shock of seeing the emperor die before he was still weighing heavily on his mind.
It didn't take the blade long before he recognized the name, " that is the name of the leader of my order, Grandmaster Jauffre." he says as he began to get up, his hope reignited, now knowing; that there was at least one last Dragonborn in the world.
He was not the only one that hit arose onto his feet, as Harry had the same, yet he couldn't help but notice the wet sticky feeling of blood on the sleeves of his pants. " where is this Grandmaster Jauffre ?" he had asked the man while he began to put the amulet in his pocket with the other assorted items, and loot that he had gathered on this venture.
The remaining blade and nodded his head as he reached into a pact that was tied to the side of his belt and pulled out a folded up map of Cyrodiil, "You'll be able to find Grandmaster Joffrey here at Weynon Priory just outside of Chorrol." the man who answered the young mage's question while showing him where on the map, as well as marking it as he had given it to him.
"So I just walk up to him and show him the amulet and tell him that the emperor has sent me?" Harry made him sound incredulous at Shilling someone who would soon know the emperor was assassinated, that's in the amulet of the Kings, wasn't on his person. He can imagine how much trouble he would find himself if this Grandmaster thought that another assassin was using the Amulet of Kings or a forgery one in the attempt to find the last member of the royal family of this world.
The man had shaken his head in the negative, "Grandmaster Jauffre will know that you are no assassin have served alongside Uriel Septim since he was crowned emperor and would know the inner workings of The Emperor's mind Ben has many secrets." He explained to the young mage.
He looked at the map for a moment before having the map taken from him by Affdahna, "it would take Affdahna and Harry a week if we swim across and take the Red Road and then take the black Road." She had rubbed her bottom chin thinking of the possibilities of taking on such a venture even with their meager supplies, not enough for such a lengthy venture like this.
" at the existing point of the sewers, we had some supplies and a boat feel free to take both to Aid you on your venture. There should also be some coin in case you need more supplies later in your quest," the remaining blade remembered what was the original route if the emperor did survive, and how they were all supposed to go to the headquarters of the blades and protect the emperor there but seeing how that was rather pointless now, why not help those who are chosen by the emperor.
Seeing how Fate was playing with his life again, Harry could see no other way out; he lets out a sigh before glancing at the map and watching as Affdahna's claw finger traced around the named Imperial City before stopping at the settlement outside the main city. " So I guess we're heading for Weye as our first stop then make our way towards Chorrol." He stated as he had seen the route they would be taking after they had gotten out of this godforsaken Underground.
"You are correct, I will pray that the divines will be with the both of you and on your journey while I stay here and guard your escape and continue to serve my duty to the Dragonborn," he says, before his eyes lingered on to the young Mages hip. "I see you got a hold of one of our blades. Thank you for retrieving it but would you kindly hand it over only members of our order can wheel those types of weapons other than weapons that may have been discovered in old ruins." He extended his hand, waiting for the emperor to hand over the katana.
He quickly dispelled the sticking charm that attached the katana to his hip; he then handed over the katana to the blade without a fuss. " it's not the type of weapon I'm familiar with and compared to something that's more me." He had a small smile as he twirled his wand in his hands, forgetting about the emperor's death ever so briefly.
Despite his failure, he couldn't help but chuckle at the young mage's joke. "Indeed my friend indeed if I could hazard a guess you're either in between a sorcerer or a battlemage to wield such powerful magic, especially at your age. You must be quite the student to be this powerful I bet you'll give the Mages Guild a run for their money and try to figure out how all young men such as yourself could be this powerful without years of training and growing at least a few gray hairs." He chuckled once more before switching. His focus switched over to the Barbarian Khajiit; then seeing her bloody hammer, and the way she fights, he didn't need to guess what type of class she is, a true Barbarian, if he had ever seen one that would match the description of such a class.
"Well I don't see any trouble that you two would have come across besides some rats and goblins you might run into a few mud crabs, but they're more of a snack than any threat," he says to the pear, and he chuckles once more. As soon as the humor had died down, his face turned more somber and forlorn as he went over towards the emperor, dropped onto one knee, grabbed hold of the emperor's silver blade, and placed it on the emperor's chest along with both of the emperor's hands. "May you go into the place of your ancestors Dragonborn." He stood up and took a few steps away and turned and faced the entrance to the room with his katana in hand, waiting for any more assassins to approach.
Seeing that there was nothing more to say, both Harry and Affdahna had moved towards the secret opening that had led to the other side of the iron gate; both had headed straight for the manhole-like entrance into the sewers. The smell, of the place, was exactly like a sewer, literally disgusting. Harry wasn't affected by the stench too severely unlike his feline companion. By the expression on her face, it was obvious that she didn't like the smell, too much, as she was having a harder time dealing with it. He had used his magic to minimize the smell. Affdahna had given him a bright smile followed up with quick "thanks".
Just like the four before running into the emperor's company on their escape from prison, they come across a few goblins, a rat, and, as mentioned a mud crab before they took in their first breath of fresh air on the outside.
Without thinking twice, Harry had stripped out of his pants and shirt after pulling out a few items from his pockets including the Amulet of Kings, and setting it to the side as he unshrank his trunk and pulled out a fresh pair of pants and a shirt. Before he had a chance to get any of his clothes on, his arm was grabbed by Affdahna's vice-like grip as she dragged him towards the water.
" hey what are you doing," he complained as he struggled underneath her grip before he was tossed into the water.
She had an innocent smirk on her face as she began to unclasp her armor until she had nothing on except for the cloth that covered her chest and groin. " Both Harry and Affdahna smell like troll's backside, now we must clean ourselves in the cool water," she smirked, knowing what season it was and how the water was fairing for those who would try to take a dip in the lake that surrounded the Imperial City.
He had sawed his companions have nude forms despite her being not human he couldn't help but feel Heat develop on his cheeks as he saw her slowly enter the water. It was only then that he realized the water was cold, and he was beginning to shiver as he just realized how cold it was. Meanwhile, Affdahna still had that smirk on her face as she slowly walked into the water until it was just her head above the water unfazed by the cold water, before dipping her head underneath. Letting out a sigh, he dunked his head underneath the water rinsing off the blood, and grime he had gotten on his person.
While he was underwater, he noticed that his feline companion was an adept swimmer seeing how she was swimming around him and playfully bumping her head against him. He tried following after her and retaliating against the little playful bumps as it was, as it helped him forget his immense guilt for not saving the emperor. After a little while of play, he had to get out as the water was getting colder as the sun was beginning to move into the early evening.
Once more, grabbing his one and utilizing his magic, he cast a quick-drying and warming charm on himself and his friend. The warmth from his magic helped remove some of the numbness that he was developing on his fingers and toes and other places on his body.
"Oh yes, Affdahna find this spell most useful, she had thought that her tits would freeze off if it got any colder," she smirks as she puffed out her chest a little to the embarrassment of the young man and she could see his bright blushed on his face caused by her actions of putting her chest and coordinate bulls that were trying to poke through the thick cloth over her chest on display.
He tried shaking his head in an attempt to curve the inappropriate thoughts he just had at that moment caused by her little tease. He tried to get his mind back on task and forget about a certain part of his Anatomy that had only recently made itself known for one of its other functions to him. Likewise, he looked at his bloody clothing; he considered them a lost cause, with a flick of his one he had destroyed them with a magical about of flames from the tip of his wand. He moved on and opted for the clothing that Mrs. Weasley had given him every Christmas; he had put on the pants and slipped his head through the long sleeve shirt that felt warm and comforting and smelled like Mrs. Weasley's homely cooking.
To the side, Affdahna had grabbed her armor and brought it towards the water; she was about to dunk the bloody pieces of metal into the water to rinse off the blood and grime before she even had the chance for a magic spell to hit it. A second later, the grime and blood were gone, leaving behind a clean shiny chess piece. That weren't the only things that were quickly struck with a cleaning spell; her Warhammer and the other parts of her armor were quickly cleaned and shiny again. She turned to face her friend and placed one fist on her hip and gave him I smile, and it impressed her look at his handiwork.
" My magic doesn't do well with regular clothing since your armor is not technically regular clothing I just thought he would be as simple with a flick." He chuckled a little as he tucked his wand underneath the sleeve of his sweatshirt.
She just wondered what would happen if he had used his magic on the clothing, would they have disintegrated, or would they just simply not get sufficiently clean, unlike her armor, a question that she could ask him when she was in the mood to ponder the mysteries of the arcane. She brought her armor to him, " she will not be needing these, they are too heavy she will sink to the bottom if she falls off the boat." She held out her armor and weapon for Harry to take.
His eyes widened at the idea of spending a long time on the boat with her in her underclothes, with nothing else to look at other than a few books he had brought into this world with his trunk but that was only a matter of time before he would have exhausted what knowledge he could glean off the books before staring in places he shouldn't. " is that a good idea I mean... wouldn't you catch a cold!" His cheeks turned Scarlet as his eyes drifted between hers and her chest.
She let out a hearty chuckle, " She'll be fine, fur is more than just for looks" She told him as she forcibly makes him grab hold of her gear before she went off and looked for the supplies that the blades supposedly had on the one dock.
With the two armor pieces in his hands, he did as she had asked and shrunk them and placed them in his pocket before shrinking and packing his trunk after pulling out a few books that he would read on the boat ride. He had glanced over and saw Affdahna pulling out an extra pair of pants from the Supply Crate that was right next to the boat at the Dock. She made a little adjustment to the pants for her tail and slipped them on before pulling out several sacks and throwing them onto the boat after she had opened and seen what was inside them and giving them a nod of approval of the contents inside the sacks. She then grabbed hold of the boat that was beached onto the side of the dock and slowly pushed it into the water; she then got onto the boat.
Wasting no time, he began to stuff his belongings into his pocket after he had shrunk them again; he then cast a waterproofing charm on his books; he got onto the boat, made himself comfortable on the seat of the boat, and cracked open one of his books, for a story to read.
She watched her friend pull out some books, most likely to read while she was doing most of the paddling. She grabbed both of the paddles and began rowing the boat. "She'll be rowing the boat for some time until her turn is up then the other will have to row the boat." She informed her friend that she wasn't going to do all the work of rowing the boat.
" all right just let me know when you are tired," he said while still looking at his book, not wanting to look up, and glanced at her cloth-covered chest.
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The astral flaming form of Akatosh stands visual over the little Rift in Oblivion he had created to bring the champion that he had chosen from another Realm. The less powerful Daedra made a few attempts to get past his astral form. But all failed, while the others he had to fight off with his Godly fire; at least those were the highlights of his new duties, he was now bestowed. Like any other Dragon, he didn't care not what he had done; he just wanted to save the world; he had sacrificed much of himself to create the world; if the Daedra got into the other realm, what should it matter to him.
It was just pure arrogance on his part before he was brought Low by three powerful entities from his Champion's Realm. Three Primordial aspects had taken form and each of them had its own individual domains Magic, Fate, and Death. Other entities resided in the realm, and they were quite powerful, but these three were the most powerful of them all. To say that they were angry for his interference in their realm was an understatement of the era, as he had first come across them; his first instinct was to attack them thinking that they were trying to invade Oblivion; that was when he learned what true divine power was.
He was beaten into submission by their raw power; at that moment they could have easily slain him and absorbed his Essence as his Spirit was cast into the void, a true death of any God but that would undo much of his work. The three aspects would not commit such a heinous sin and their eyes to kill another God of another Realm, one that was as important as Akatosh was instead they gave him a task one which he was suited for in his astral form.
'Guard the rift, allow none to pass, except the boy and those who would follow him, and continue to guard until the rift has been mended in a way that would not allow any incursions from the Realms of Oblivion.'
Now he waits for his Champion to complete the task that he had sent him on, so you can end his Visual and return to his physical form and rest. The astral form was quite taxing even for our divine dragon, " hurry up and complete your task boy I'm already beginning to tired of this." He complained.
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The time had come for Harry to take his turn to row, the boat as he grabs both of the oars, and as he began rowing; meanwhile, his feline companion had informed him what stars to follow as the sun was beginning to set in the backdrop. After being fully informed of what he should do and what stars to follow, the Barbarian feline let out a yawn, then put both hands on the back of her head and laid back and took a well-deserved nap. He started rowing as he did; he finally learned who could outmatch Ron's Infamous snoring, the sounds that were escaping from her were a combination of a loud rumbling purr sound and a poorly-maintained chainsaw. It was fortunate that he wasn't planning on sleeping while he was on the job; it did bring a smile to his face and thinking of one of his friends. The thought of them had made him start to wonder what they were doing at this moment in time.
He knew what was going on with Hermione; she would be in France by now. That's if she wasn't planning on taking her entire collection of books that she had started collecting and adding since her first year of Hogwarts. As he continued thinking about her, he wondered what French places she would go to with her family. His knowledge of the place only came from a few articles in magazines that talk about their famed food and the few fiend romance locations along with a few special articles talking about their famed beaches. A small thought began cropping into his mind of seeing Hermione in a swimming outfit, is he knew her just as well as he knew Ron; she would most likely lay on a beach with a book in her hand as she was taking in some of the sun's rays on to her feet and legs. His thoughts continued on his female friend and a few other girls he'd seen at school and imagined them wearing cute tights swim outfits; he just wondered where these thoughts actually come from, yet he didn't feel that it was wrong to think of them. That was one thing he had noticed greatly, despite all the violence and death he had caused, his mind felt light as if a great dark burden within him was lifted.
He thought back to the time when that Flaming Dragon extract the shade from his head, it hurt like hell, and he would have probably said a number of choice words to the overgrown flaming lizard if he could, and quickly pray that he wouldn't be roasted for his insults, for what the dragon had done for him. "I definitely owe you one for that you overgrown lizard," he muttered to himself as he continued his rowing and allowed his imagination to run wild with beautiful girls.
It was about another hour before he cast the time-checking charm with his wand, making a few numbers appear to show him what time it was. It was close to midnight and seeing his feline companion still asleep, he sent a mild and light stinging hex inner abdomen it had caused her to let out a pain "ouch" she had thrown her head up and tried reaching for a weapon to the side that she couldn't find as her Warhammer was shrunken and safely placed in the pocket of the one that it caused her the pain that she felt in her abdomen.
" She doesn't appreciate being awoken in that particular way, Harry best watch himself if he is not careful he'll receive the same rude awakening." She had a plateful smirk on her face as she let out a slight growl.
He wasn't too much worried about her little threat, as he only gave her an amused grin and then handed over both oars to her, " you'll have to catch me unaware before you can actually make an attack like that, and me being a wizard I'll probably put up some magical defenses." He replied to her little threat, with a bit of a playful Jab in his play words.
The two had switched positions on the boat and her retaliation came sooner than he was expecting as she lightly bumped him and almost caused him to fall into the water only to rebalance himself. He gave her an unamused glare, meanwhile, she acted as if nothing had truly happened. ' This Means War, you overgrown cat.' he thought to himself, as he could think of a number of ways to get her back on that little accidental bump.
He got into the spot that she was in previously the warmth let her fur and body heat make the spot much more comfortable than the one he was in a moment ago as the chill in the air was already stirring to get to him. Something he would have to ask what season this land was in without actually eluding the fact that he didn't know anything about this land which would lead to him revealing that he was originally from this world.
Using his wand he conjured up a pillow and set it where he was going to lay his head. As he laid his head back, he began thinking about his one friend and first friend that was most likely searching for him high and low for him. Hedwig, his familiar friend wonders if she was at the Burrows or out visiting Sirius, wherever the escapee would be hiding now. He just hoped that both his familiar and Godfather were safe. With those thoughts slowly fading into the back of his mind, so did his Consciousness.
It would be several hours later in the early morning that he would receive his early morning call with a large splash of water from a bucket. Sputtering and quickly jumping up with his clothes soaked and water dripping from his face and hair, he starts to look at the culprit that caused his rather wet Awakening.
With a bucket in her hand and her amused smile saying it all, " little wizard is not so easily protected as he had thought no? Next time he should think twice when he decides to sting His companion awake." She let out a chuckle, and she set down the bucket and grabbed the supplies from the boat that was being dragged onto the land.
Whipping his wand around, he quickly cast a drawing charm onto his clothing and procedure to get off the boat. " So where to now?" He asked as he grabbed one of the supplies after your trunk it and placed it in his pocket.
Pulling out a bread roll and tossing it to her friend and pulling one out for herself, she gave it a sniff, " from here we will take the road and head north before turning and taking the Black Road our supply should make the journey there." She answered his question, then took a bite of the bread and began slowly chewing it as she was savoring the flavors of the bread as it was much better than the stuff that she was eating when she was imprisoned.
"It would take us at least two days before we would reach Weynon Priory, on the way there we will stop at an old fortification that has been long abandoned to rest up before continuing. But we may interact with a few Bandits on the way there," she added as she took another bite of the bread rolls before finishing it.
He made a mental note of that as he finished up his own bread roll, " I take it that you visit this place before?" he asked.
"Aye, I have many a time along and a few other places, maybe at some point I can introduce you to a few of the friends I have made in Bravil. Just keep in mind and your hands in your pocket the whole time, less you lose those items of ours," she smirks as she thought about her old friends she had made when she was still a cub. She wonders if they have succeeded in their dream of becoming members of the Thieves Guild.
He made a mental note of that as he started to unshrink his feline friend's belongings; he then handed them back to her; he pulled out his shrunken trunk, and he had undone the spell work on it, then grabbed a pair of dragon hide boots and slipped them on. Like his shoes and his old clothes, before he left them behind, they wouldn't be of any use and would attract the unwanted attention of those who didn't see modern-day clothing before. Besides his boots, he pulled out a black robe that seemed to fit the time period of this world. Like his companion, he was now ready to travel, and hopefully, he could remove the burden that he was now forced to carry in his pocket.
They started walking North on the Red Road; the young Mage couldn't help but admire a few of the old ruins that were on the side of the road. Next, the thing he noticed was the different color types of plants that he had never seen before, not even in Wizarding World. Despite a few interesting things he may have seen at the start of this adventure, there were at least a few things he could relate to his home Worlds such as a few plants while everything else looks just the same, if not fairly average.
Slightly turning her head to the side and glancing over at her comrade, she couldn't help but smirk, "Harry hasn't gone out of his study Tower no? Not even walk around and breathe the fresh air. Instead, he must have been looking over some moldy old books." She chuckled at seeing the confused expression on his face.
It had taken him a moment to realize what she just said," yeah, that's what I mostly did was study, never, Adventure beyond what was considered appropriate." Despite the few changes in his mind that he could already feel, lying still felt bitter on his tongue.
"Haha Mages are all the same, but always fun to mess with them, and always enjoyable to see them lose at drinking games." An amusing thought occurred in her head of bringing her friend to a Tavern and seeing how well he could hold his drink. Perhaps she'll get him to loosen up his lips and tell her the full details of why he ended up in her cell. She could sense the hesitation in his words when she had mentioned his possible place of origin before arriving in the dungeons. But she wasn't going to call him out for the lie, not till her friend had a few drinks in him first.
A small conversation back and forth continued from there about the local wildlife, as the young wizard explained that he was a bit of a Hermit with his teacher of sorts, and then ended up where he shouldn't be. Meanwhile, feline Barbarian explained that much of the local area and wildlife, as far as she knows, in these different regions in the region that they were heading in, wasn't too dangerous other than a few goblins, maybe a few ogres here and there, or bears nothing too dangerous.
The only hiccup in their Journey was two Bandits that emerged from some bushes and thought they were an easy score, not realizing how well armored and prepared for combat the two Travelers they had targeted. The Khajiit Barbarian made quick work of the first Bandit that had to try to go at her with a club that was poorly maintained; armor was no match to her Warhammer that had crushed his chest.
Not seeing the death of her comrade, the Archer Bandit simply aimed and tried striking at the unarmored Target, only to have her Arrow disintegrate in mid-flight and herself being struck by a powerful bolt of lightning, both killing her and deep-frying her to a crisp.
After facing creatures and fanatical assassins, these two Bandits were considered nothing in comparison to what the two companions had faced together. Once the bandits were dead their bodies were looted for anything of value; a few coins and some poison, and some healing potions; nothing more; they continued on their journey to the fort and then made camp.
With the use of his wand, he had chopped some firewood; then he had them gather and float it into the small burning pit that had been frequently used by other Travelers and Merchants. He started to look around for his friend to see if she was nearby; he figured that she wouldn't be gone long as the sun was going down; then again, he figured that she would be able to see in the dark just as well as she could during the day if she managed to stay out for later one would expect.
Within the Shadows, a hand emerged before grabbing a hold of the unaware mage dragging him into the Dark Shadows and placing a hand over his mouth. For a brief moment, he began thrashing and fighting against whoever had grabbed him before he recognized those eyes that had a light glow in the dark. He already thought of a thousand curses he was going to cast at her, nothing lethal, but would sting and make her fur look discolored and unmanageable for a while. He forced his head to look in the direction where she had directed her focus, and there he saw the familiar green and ugly ape-like look that said it all, 'Goblins'. He thought as he could see them begin rubbishing around with their things that he had pulled out and u shrunk been having them placed for easy access for their little makeshift camp.
Likewise, he could hear a low growl coming from his feline companion, and she witnessed the Goblins rummaging through their belongings taking whatever they could either use or consume the rest was tossed into the burning pit before another Goblin with a torch and with a small clay jug preacher had Through The Jug into the pit it breaks in the pit and a clear fluid splashed over the trunk and other items before tossing the torch in it and in igniting everything.
As quickly as they had come, taking what they want and destroying the rest, they just as quickly left; it was only then that Harry was released, and he quickly had run over to his burning trunk then he started casting a water conservation spell to douse the flames as soon as the Flames had died down everything had been destroyed within the few seconds that it was lit on fire; his books and cloth, and the few note reminders of his friends; all of it were gone and in their place smoldering ashes or half-burn clothing.
"Those little shits, they had stolen our supplies and our gear then they destroyed the rest." he snarled as he turned his head and stared in the direction where the Goblins have disappeared, and as he was standing there magic begin to swirl around him in reaction to his strong emotions causing the air to be filled with Sparks of electricity and making his hair and robes move and unseen wind.
He was not the only one that was feeling enraged about what the Goblins had done. Affdahna had the same rage burning in her chest, especially after seeing her armor and weapon being taken. Though they were the first items that she had used in her escape from Imperial prison, they had become more symbolic of her companionship with her new Mage friend; she would be damned to allow small green skin, dark dwelling cretins to make off with her gear. "She feels most enraged by this, will she and her companion try to find the entrance to their Lair. Then exterminate them all and take back what is ours," she stated in half, asked as she began to use her innate night vision, to see the footprints that were left behind by the goblins.
"Like you need to ask, of course, they destroyed the few precious things I had left." He was now gripping his wand tightly as the magic that was swirling around him calmed down for now. But the rage was still coursing through his mind, and Magic would cause the tip of his wand to glow a sickly green.
Thanks to her night vision she found the entrance to the Goblins' lair, " she is found the entrance, just like before she and her friend shall watch out for traps and any ambushes that these cretins may try against us." She moved over to the door that was partially covered in leaves; she gave the door an experimental pull, and the door opened. She leaned her head forward past the threshold of the stone frame of the door and gave the air a single sniff. All she could smell was goblins' blood mud. Rotting Flesh and Rats shit.
" Alright let's go slay some goblins," he says as he extends his left hand and creates a glowing white orb that floated in his hand; meanwhile, small Sparks arc from the tip of his wand. As he starts to walk past, his feline companion takes the lead this time.
She surprised her with his boldness in taking charge; this caused her to smile, and she definitely had plans and seeing how well his boldness would last before she had to pull his magical ass out of the fire. 'just keep this bravado up my friend you'll need it for the battle that we're going to be entering.' She followed after him and began walking into the darkness that was the entrance to the goblin lair to get back their things and have a small bit of revenge for the destruction of their Lost Property.
To be continued?
~Bonus content~
Hermaeus Mora, the Daedric Prince of the Unseen and Unknown, was touring through its library and its Grand collection of unknowable and forbidden tomes. So many Travelers from the Mortal realm try to seek this place only to become ensnared, then end up wandering throughout its realm and becoming another Oddity in its ever-expanding collection of well-learned mortal Souls. But on this day the Daedric prince has discovered something odd and new in the Library section of his realm. It was a small island separate from the large continent-sized Library of its Realm; the prince had only slightly exerted his will, and the island had joined with the rest of its continent-sized Library. With its Inky Blackness of tentacles and eyeballs, it floated around looking from one book after another and only stopping at one book that had a royal red and golden engraved cover on the spine. Stretching out an Inky black tentacle, it pulled out the book and looked at the cover; it was surprised at the use of magic that had animated the image of a man raising his hand and then causing lightning to strike in the background. "Wanderings with storm Sages by Gilderoy Lockhart should be an interesting read." The Daedric prince said before cracking open the book, only to discover what true Horrors lie within.
Hey everyone and taking me a while to get this chapter out I won't lie I had nuked a few pages here and there to try to give you all the story you deserve. The next chapter might be much longer to come out as I'm working on another fanfiction, but I haven't decided what crossover I should do with it if y'all are curious It's a Warhammer 40k crossover just haven't decided which to cross over it with as I have already read on a few here and there, but I thought it would be interesting having a Game of Thrones with a rogue trader house coming into the great game or the Game of Thrones in a few other Fanfictions that are also Harry Potter fics one of them being the dark lord Sauron is reborn as the twin brother of Harry Potter another is Harry Potter becoming the king of Britain in a few more ideas they're still cooking in the oven that I call my brain. If y'all have any suggestions or would like to work on a story with me just send me a PM. And if any of y'all have any questions in relation to the story send me a give a review and I will answer it in the next chapter.