I can't believe it's been over two years since I posted this. A real shame but when there is no muse but muse for other works, what can you do. I've been sitting with only a single small section for so long that I thought to myself why not just finish this and see if people enjoy it.

Well enjoy.


Harry Septim Potter slowly ate his breakfast as the orphanage caretakers dealt with some of the more unruly children. At ten years old he was a quite child, a role model child who spent his days learning. In front of him was one of his favorite books, Tolkien's Lord of the Rings. He loved the story and the well worn pages of his book showed his care of the novel. Harry loved everything about fantasy and adventure. Great nations with dwarves, elves, men, orcs and more filled his mind as he read books from the greats and from the lesser known authors.

"Happy birthday Harry." The boy turned to see the caretaker who loomed over his shoulder. "Back to reading your favorite I see."

Harry smiled at the bemused man. "Yes sir, Dune was amazing but I'm not into the later books by him. I'll start another series soon if it is alright with you."

The man reached out and patted his head. He often loaned out books to the children from his personal library and this young boy was like his younger self. He cared for all the children in his charge. It was like one big family to him that replaced the pain of losing his own during the London bombing during the second world war. Mr. Jones every so often told his story of how he fought the Nazis that awed the children.

"Well how about you start here." Harry then noticed the gift in mr. Jone's hand.

"Thank you sir!" Exclaimed the boy as he opened up the present. Inside was three books that he was looking forward to reading. "Thank you again sir."

"Wha fu get Perry?" As one of the younger children.

"Ender's game, The Chronicles of Narnia, and the Silmarillion." He exclaimed in excitement.

"Finish up eating Harry then we'll celebrate your birthday. We're all heading to the zoo in an hour after all."

Cheers came out of all the children present.

...

"The Empire is at war, Captain. We cannot afford the luxury of men whose minds are so limited they cannot adapt to unexpected situations."... Setting down his copy of Heir to the Empire, Harry settled into his bed for the night. He loved his pesduo family at the orphanage but something allows felt off. Opening his hand he focused and like before a ball of light appeared hovering.

Magic after all was real.

Harry quickly ended the spell and took off his glasses. He couldn't understand way many believe magic did not exist when clearly he could use it.

"Not your fault Tommy boy!" Harry jumped and turned towards the window. There, sitting in the windowsill was a the outline of a cat. "Seriously though, you got any cheese? No wait! The head of state with three blind mice and a naked Santa claus!"

"Um, what?" Came the intelligent response of Harry. 'Is that cat talking? In a bad Scottishand Irish accent?'

"I'm a cat! I thought that bit was obvious. Unless I'm not a cat. Meow? Meow. Nope, I'm still a cat. Maybe you're not as sharp as I thought. A tack that's seen one too many backsides. Poor little tack, you will be missed until sat on again... I would gave you know that I am no ordinary feline! Oh there's the little bugger! Stay there little mousey... Skooma cat wants to play~"

"Skooma cat?" Harry knew he was dreaming know. He knew that the director said that he had an active imagination with believing in magic, but this was pushing it. He watched as the cat jumped down out of sight by his bed. Scrambling out from the covers he leaned over the edge to find the strange cat. He jerked back when the car jumped up with a... was that mouse made of cheese with a length of yarn for a tail?

"Aye, the kitties in Elsweyr call me that. But they got their comeuppance when I made them chase butterflies! Ever seen a cat chase invisible butterflies? It's hilarious! To bad that adventurer ruined all the fun. Did you know I used to be an adventurer? It's the truth, I ate all the cheese I could carry. Word of advice, don't eat twenty cheese wheels. It's bad for your digestion." The cat said as it gnawed at the mouse.

"Thanks for the advice, I'll try and remember that." Harry said as he tried to figure of the cat that appeared out of nowhere.

The cat glanced at him. Now it was in the moon light Harry could see it was wearing a strange collar like one would see in the old museum showing various nobles of Britan. The left cuff was purple while the other was a golden orange. "Nowhere? I will have you know good sir that I have come from Elsweyr. ELSWEYER. How can a child like yourself think I came from a place like nowhere when you could have said else where. Makes more sense after all but one has to be mad to think like you did. I'm so proud."

"I'm not mad at all... Just, confused." Harry's honest reply came forth as he tried to understand. "Wait are you reading my thoughts?"

"A pity really. It really is a shame. I can think if all the fun we could have. Another time perhaps we'll play for masses. I'm not reading lad. Your thoughts are louder than that banshee whom might I add, had a lovely singing voice before her head came off. A pity really, talent is hard to find for the ax man these days." Sitting on its haunches the cat ate the mouse. "Onto business now eh? The big nine oh as these mortals call it here. Such a big deal, last time you'll be single after all then you'll be two timing until your a hundred. Or dead. Whatever comes frist but probably dead. Even more so afterwards once the ladies find out. I'll have to watch."

"...How did you know- never mind. A dream cat who is speaking with a strange collar on its neck eating a mouse made of cheese must be because of that cake."

"Oooh cake! I love a good cake, especially when there's a party going on. My brother is good at that, gives the best parties ever! He even has heads flying too ha ha! To bad Sam is busy looking for a drinking partner. Oh well, perhaps I'll kidnap him for your next party. Anyway, I'm here to give you a gift. No need to thank me." The cat meowed then went on. "Took a while to get it here but here you go."

An order of whirling purple appeared in front of the cat and Harry. When it dispersed a box wrapped in orange and purple paper with a bow sat on the bed.

"Well? Open it up! Let's see what I got you this time."

Harry rolled his eyes and picked up the box. "You never got me anything before. We've just met."

"Did we? Future past or past of the present future? I could never keep track of the two. Or was it the future of the present in the past?" The cat stared into space before shaking its head. "Well gi on. Git on with it. The suspense is almost as bad as having your entrails taken out and fed to a boar. At least it's not as bad as a wolf. Cruel doggies that follow you for ages before giving up if you land beside them from above."

Deciding not to continue with his line of questioning Harry opened the box. Inside was a book and fabric. Lifting the book frist her read the title. "How to cast cheese demons, beartrap pillows and all sorts of insane practiced maddening tricks to leave your enemy screaming as you laugh?"

"Oops, that's for me. Some feller was trying to get rid of it. This one's yours." The cat swiped the book from Harry's hands. "A more autonomous way to do it yes?"

Harry now stared at the book before him. "How to read and speak dragon for idiots in the septaim family like you by the prince of madness, weider of the Fork of Horripilation, beloved immortal of the insane, and cheese connoisseur, Sheogorath."

"I made it just for you. Well I help with the aid of some grey beards who unfortunately had an accident involving a giant hamster, butter and soap. Poor Ulfric, he only has one or two good shouts in him now. Maybe more if he's lucky and left that boring mountain. That fun I had causing mischief."

"Sounds like your busy." Harry flipped through the pages of the book. Unfamiliar yet familiar words were written down in an aggravating fashion. He loved puzzles but this was insane.

"I am a busy being after all. Or sometimes. It changes often so I never know what will happen before I forget that I knew that I did. Ha! In all fairness it's nice to meet such an interesting boy." The cat burped as Harry's head began to dip. Shaking his head the cat poked at the boy. "Stop that! If i can stop licking my rear for ten minutes you can wait to sleep! There's still one more item in the box! Or four, two or eight!"

"I can finish tomorrow." Yawning the young bot began to go under the covers.

"Oh no you don't!" Leaping the car lanes on top of Harry. The boy oofed as the weight of the cat made itself known ti hus belly. "Now see here! That box is a perfectly good one to sleep in and I want it. But I won't take it until you finish with it."

"Get off!"

"No until you do so! I'll use my most dangerous ability as a cat to make you!"

Harry flinched and hit his head. "Ow! Your not going to pee on me!"

"What? Why didn't I think of that. Would have been more effective if I could but still I have standards too you know." The cat put its face close to Harry's own. Harry thoughts went back to how the purple cat in Alice in Wonderland that he watched a few weeks ago grinned. "Come on now that will it be?"

"I'm going to sleep. Your weird."

"Please please please please please ple-" Harry began to fake snore to drown out the pleasing of the strange skooma cat. He had no idea what skooma was but after all the conversation with the cat it must be bad. "Hey pay attention to me! Or your gonna get it!"

"I want nothing to do with a cat who should be having tea time with the mad hatter and Alice in wonderland."

The cat blinked. "Oh that's good. I'll have to find out what's a hatter but that sounds fun. I haven't had a tea party in so long. Perhaps my old pal Pelagius the third would join me. His mind is such a dreary place that it could use a little sunshine. Or not. He's never happy then again he's dead. A pity."

Grumbling Harry opened one eye. "Your not going to leave until I finish aren't you."

"I'm a busy cat. Places to go, entrails to turn into pretty bows, mortals and princes to antagonize, I'm a kitty after all. Perhaps I'll take some of the litter stuff. Never know when you have something embarrassing to cover in a pit. Yet I see no finishing. Now go Het a rod and fishy this! Preferably tuna, I could enjoy a nice tuna now."

"Your crazy."

"Flattery won't save you if you don't get your smooth skin moving." The cat said as it got off to allow Harry to move. "Hurry up already. I might be immortal but that doesn't mean I can't die of boredom."

"Not fast enough." Harry said before he shivered from the glare from the cat. Pulling out the fabric he discovered that it was a large cloak for a grown man. "Wow."

The cat grinned. "I know! Swiped it off an old guy. He wasn't using and I thought to myself, who would like a magical item to start the next phase of his life. Weeeelll not exactly that but it's the thought that counts. I even altered it's function to be more practical. So on, try it on."

Slipping into the sleeves Harry was amazed that it changed its size to match his nine yearold form. Then he noticed the other thing about the cloak. "I'm like Frodo!"

"Frodo? Don't know any Frodos around here. You're supposed to say I'm invisible what's going on not something lame like that."

"Thank you." Reaching out the boy petted the top of the cat. "I love it."

"Oh yes that's the spot... make sure no one sees it else they might steal it for themselves. Now then l must be off. Please to meet you and I'll be seeing you again." Jumping into the book the cat and the box disappeared into the purple orb and vanished.

Harry, now very much aware of how tired he was placed the book and the cloak under the bed. He'll deal with them later. It was only a dream after all.

'As he drifted off he thought to himself, You can be tired in a dream... right?'


Minx walked across the street from the orphanage, hidden by her magic. The muggles thought she was an old lady who was in her twilight years, not that they would be wrong. Minx had served and was past around families for many long years before coming to the service of Lily. The old elf knew that while she would fight to carry out her mistress's final orders, age would do her in.

Groaning she sat on the bench for the bus to rest her legs. The last nine years had been hard on her mind and body. Her duties had helped in preventing the old man place her mistress's son with the horrible muggles but lost in the logical argument made that the wizarding world was not safe for the boy.

'At least sir Snape is nearby.' She thought as she closed her eyes. Snape was willing to let her clean his home as the eld needed a place to stay but was unwilling to be there for free. 'So many shared moments of Lily...'

The stars shone under a Crest moon as the elf listened to the sounds of the insects and humming of energy of both magic and wires above. She was so tired now. For the last several years she had protected the boy from danger from the magical world. By making the accidental magic seem like logical events or wiping memories from the muggles. To making sure that he had a place to stay with kind humans.

Closing her eyes she rested. It was later in the night Snape came for her and found her body were she last was sitting, with a peaceful smile on her face. Across the street a young boy laid dreaming of a mad talking cat and tea with dragons flying in the sky.


I love the Daedric prince of madness from the games.

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