Sovngarde

This was the moment. The Dragonborn stood with the three Tongues, staring down Alduin. His entire journey, bringing him to this moment. He thought back to his adventures. His quest with the Dawnguard, and on Solstheim, before his return to Skyrim and the adventure that led to this moment. The World Eater, first child of Akatosh, the cause of all his problems since his return. He was eager to kill the worm and go back to his normal life. Well, as normal a life a vampire battlemage could have.

He stepped forward. "This is your only chance Alduin! Give up, or you will die!" The beast laughed. "Foolish Dovahkiin! My belly is full with the souls of your fellow mortals! You stood no chance alone, and even with my old enemies, you still cannot win!" The dragon roared, and the four charged in, weapons ready.

Some time later

Alduin was backed into a corner. He had not expected this. They were joor! And he was Alduin! The eldest and most powerful of all dovah! How could he lose to them?! He growled. "No, Dovahkiin! I shall not be defeated! I shall rule once more, and you will not stop me!" He opened his maw, and let his Thu'um flow forth.

SPAAZ TIID LUV

The Dragonborn was knocked back, as Alduin's Thu'um seemed to tear into the world itself, attempting to suck him into the rift that opened. The Nord vampire thrust his sword into the ground, trying his best to stay grounded, but Alduin was slowly approaching, and the Tongues were doing everything they could to hold him back. With his free hand, the man charged a Lightning Storm spell. It wouldn't be as powerful with just one hand, but hopefully it would at least be enough to finish the worm off. Alduin saw this, and let forth another Shout, one the Dovahkiin was all too familiar with.

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It struck the man just as he let loose the barrage of lightning, which obliterated the scales on Alduin's face. The Dovahkiin was launched into the rift, which closed behind him. Alduin cried out in pain, and Gormlaith took her chance. She jumped onto the beast, sheathing her blade in his exposed flesh, piercing his skull and stabbing straight into his brain. And thus Alduin was no more. His dying voice echoed throughout Sovngarde

" Zu'u unsladd! Zu'u nis oblaan!"

His skeleton exploded from his flesh in a horrific fashion, and his entire body dissolved, as his soul rose high into the sky. Gormlaith sheathed her sword, as Hakon and Felldir cheered. Gormlaith's face was not so happy however, as her comrade had vanished without a trace. Tsun charged down from the Hall of Valor, eager to congratulate the warriors, when he noticed the same. "Where is the Dragonborn?"

Gormlaith growled. "Alduin. The damn worm had one last trick. He used a Shout I've never heard before, and opened some kind of rift. Though victory is ours, I cannot celebrate while not knowing the Dragonborn's whereabouts. After all, if not for that lightning spell of his, my blade would never have been able to pierce Alduin's skull. Truly, our victory today belongs to Pazaak."

Tsun looked in thought, stroking his chin. "Hmm, a most troubling dilemma. I shall seek Shor's counsel. Perhaps he can help to guide us in this matter." With that, he walked back towards the hall. The three Tongues stared at the spot where the Dovahkiin had vanished. All had the same thought. 'Wherever you are, Dragonborn, I hope you are well.'

Unknown

Pazaak flew through the rift, and found himself...falling through the clouds. He saw the ground beneath him, and instinctively began to transform, before stopping. 'I won't turn fast enough. That leaves one option.' He sucked in a breath.

FEIM ZII GRON

He turned spectral just before he hit the ground, landing flat on his face. Thankfully, becoming ethereal negated all pain while it was active. He got to his feet and dusted himself off, then quickly found himself...in a pickle. An older woman in a peculiar outfit stepped forward, holding...a stick. "Identify yourself at once!" Pazaak growled, reaching for his blade, only to jump when a blast of magic struck the ground before him.

Reluctantly, he raised his hands in surrender. "I am Pazaak Volkihar, the Dragonborn. I mean you no harm. In fact I'm not even certain where I am." The woman's face relaxed a bit, but the stick remained pointed at him. "You are at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Now, explain how you breached the castle's wards." He sighed. "I did not breach any wards. I can only assume I was transported beyond them." She glared at him, and he frowned. "Can't we please be agreeable? I assure you I am not here by my own volition. If you will simply point me in the right direction, I will be more than glad to leave you be." The woman's eyes narrowed. "And just where is it that you wish to go?"

The man relaxed a bit. "I wish to find passage to Skyrim. I don't recall ever seeing a place like this there. What province am I in?" The woman looked at him, confused. "Skyrim? I'm sorry, but the place you speak of is unfamiliar to me. You are currently in the country of Scotland." It was his turn to look confused. "Scotland? This is the first I'm hearing of such a place." A brief pause ensued, until the Dragonborn facepalmed. "This may be a bigger problem than I first assumed. Have you anywhere we can talk...peacefully?"

The woman nodded, finally lowering her stick, which Pazaak assumed was a wand of some kind. "Very well. Follow me. But, any tricks, and I can promise you that you will not leave here unscathed, if alive at all." The man nodded, and followed her into the castle.

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office

Albus Dumbledore sat in his office, sucking on a lemon drop, when Professor Mcgonagall burst in. She was followed by a stranger dressed in knight's armor, made of a dark metal. The headmaster cleared his throat. "Ah, Minerva, so I assume this is the man who fell from the sky?" The old woman nodded, not even surprised Dumbledore already knew about what happened. "Yes, Albus, this is him. He wished for someplace private to speak so I thought it best I bring him here." Dumbledore smiled. "Of course, of course. Please, my good man, have a seat." Pazaak did just that, removing his helmet as he did so.

Minerva was shocked by his amber eyes, and Dumbledore's face turned unusually serious. "You are not human." The Dragonborn looked at them in mild shock, then smirked. "I'm surprised. Most don't notice at first-glance. You are correct, however. I'm a vampire." Professor Mcgonagall reached for her wand, but Dumbledore raised his hand, signalling her to be at ease. The old man smiled. "You are no savage, bloodthirsty beast, as so many vampires are." Pazaak smiled, showing his fangs. "Indeed! Well, that's not entirely accurate. I do have the thirst, as do all my kind, but I've learned not to let it control me. I get by on synthetic blood well enough. Brew it at an alchemist's table. Haven't actually tasted the real deal since I was first turned. Not my thing."

Mcgonagall raised an eyebrow. "A vampire that does not wish to drink blood?" Pazaak laughed. "Ironic, is it not? But, I was not turned willingly, so I suppose it's just my way of hanging onto my humanity." She looked surprised at this, but said nothing. Dumbledore cleared his throat. "I mean no disrespect, Mr. Volkihar, but I fear we are getting off track." The vampire's pale face darkened in what he assumed was embarrassment, and he put his helmet back on to hide it. "You're right. So, first off, have either of you heard of Tamriel?" They both shook their heads. "Alduin?" Again, they shook their heads. "Akatosh?" Same thing.

He put his head in his hands, before having an idea. "I'm going to try something. Please don't be alarmed, because as I said before, I mean you no harm." He charged a spell in his hand, and summoned a Dremora next to him. The demon looked around. "Where have you summoned me?!" Pazaak frowned. "So you don't know either, huh?" The demon scowled. "It is not Nirn. Nor is it Oblivion. Obviously not the Void. And the lack of divine energy means it is not Aetherius." Pazaak sighed again, before turning to the summon. "None of the Princes are to know of this, understood?" With a growl, the demon nodded, and was banished back to Oblivion.

He turned back to the two shocked magicals. "It appears I am in a world that is not my own. And I have no idea how to get back. This is not good." Mcgonagall shrieked. "What in Merlin's beard was that...that thing?!" The Dragonborn tilted his head. "It was a Dremora. A daedra that I have bent to my will." At this, they both looked rather alarmed. Dumbledore's eyes widened. "You consort with daedra?" Pazaak looked at him in surprise. "You know of them? Interesting." The old man nodded. "I know of them, yes. They're demonic creatures from another dimension. But what I've heard are merely stories. I've never actually seen one."

Pazaak hummed. "In my world, daedra are quite common. Most mages are taught to summon them for aid in combat or other, more mundane tasks. But, back to the point of our discussion. As things are, I am essentially on my own. I know of no way back to my world, and I have no place to seek refuge in this one. Is it possible you can assist me in that regard?" The man seemed lost in thought, trying to make sense of his situation.

Mcgonagall and Dumbledore looked at each other, then nodded. The old wizard cleared his throat. "Well, perhaps we can. We can provide you sanctuary here at Hogwarts, so long as you keep your...condition...a secret. You said that you require a special potion to stave off your bloodthirst, correct?" The vampire nodded. "Yes, but I doubt you would have the ingredients I require. I do have a few samples of them on my person, but they will require time to grow, and I only have one blood potion remaining."

Mcgonagall spoke up. "Perhaps Professor Slughorn, our potions master, can assist you. He may be able to analyze the potion and create one with similar effects. How long until you must feed again?" Pazaak frowned. "My hunger will return at full force in two days. It won't be easy, but I reckon I can stave it off for at least two more. After that, I don't think I'll be able to control myself." He took out the potion, an ornate bottle with a red liquid inside, and handed it to the old woman. She took it, and walked out of the room.

Some time later

The headmaster had taken some time to briefly explain to Pazaak how things worked in this world, including how the calendar worked, general societal etiquette, many things about Hogwarts, and where he could go if he needed to purchase anything. He also gave him a quick run-down of the English language, which was fairly similar to Tamrielic. This brought up another problem: the vampire had no money. Well, none of this world's money anyway. He had plenty of Tamrielic gold. The old man told him he knew of a place where he could convert currencies, and so, after receiving an enchanted ring to make him appear human, which Dumbledore insisted he wear, Pazaak was off to Diagon Alley with the headmaster's assistant, Rubeus Hagrid.

Diagon Alley

Hagrid was a very large man. Like very large. Dumbledore said he was half giant, and having fought plenty of Tamriel's giants, Pazaak could certainly believe it. He followed Hagrid to a bar, called "The Leaky Cauldron." It was an odd name, but then again, the vampire didn't know much about this world. Hagrid ordered him an ale, and the Dragonborn was quickly disappointed. It was like water compared to what he was used to. Nonetheless, he thanked the large man and the barkeep and drank it gratefully. They went around back to a brick wall, and Hagrid tapped the bricks with his umbrella. The wall folded in on itself, opening up a gateway to a shopping district. At least Pazaak assumed it was a shopping district. There were so many people, he could hardly make heads or tails of the layout.

Hagrid led him to an ornate building labelled "Gringotts." Apparently it was a wizard bank. Walking inside, Pazaak was on edge immediately, his hand on his sword. The bank was run by...goblins. Hagrid noticed, and quickly assured him they were not mere beasts. The vampire hesitated, then nodded and relaxed. They approached the counter, and one of the little green men looked at them with a bored expression. "Your reason for coming here today?" Before Pazaak could open his mouth, Hagrid spoke up. "We're here ter do a currency exchange. An' ter get a vault fer him." The goblin sighed. "Name?" The vampire cleared his throat. "Pazaak Volkihar." The goblin raised an eyebrow, then handed him a registration form, along with a quill and inkwell.

Pazaak filled out the form, then handed it back to the goblin. He looked it over for a bit, grumbling to himself, then looked back to the two. "Well, this all seems to be in order. I'll assign you a vault and get you your key. Now, what currency would you like to exchange?"

Pazaak chuckled nervously, pulling out a large coin purse. "I'd like to exchange this for wizard currency." He handed it to the goblin, and watched the creature's eyes bulge. The goblin grabbed one of the coins, inspecting it closely. "Incredible. This is...Tamrielic gold." Pazaak looked at him in shock. "Y-you know of Tamriel?! But how?!" The goblin took off his glasses, getting a closer look at Pazaak. "Yes, that makes sense. Volkihar. I knew I'd heard that name before. Drop your illusion, night walker. You will not be mistreated here for what you are, so long as you do not attack us." Pazaak looked hesitant, then nodded, taking off the ring. His skin paled, and his hair darkened. His eyes shone their normal amber, and the goblin looked at him in awe. Every other goblin stopped and stared much the same. Pazaak narrowed his eyes. "I don't mean to be rude, but I must ask again. How do you know of Tamriel?"

The goblin smiled. "Well, we goblins came from there, of course. Same as you, though it was centuries ago." Pazaak's eyes widened. "I'll admit, you do bear a striking resemblance to the goblins of Cyrodill. But they're nowhere near as intelligent as you all seem to be. Also, how is it that you arrived here?" The creature nodded. "The Dwemer captured our ancestors centuries ago, experimenting on them. We aren't sure exactly what they were trying to accomplish, but whatever they did to us made us vastly intelligent, capable of speech and independent thought. We were taught many things, such as the arts of battle and metalworking. We theorize they were going to enslave us as smiths or soldiers. However, we never did learn the truth."

Pazaak was listening intently. "They did something similar to the Snow Elves. I wonder if those instances are related?" The goblin shrugged. "I have no idea. My people continued to grow in skill and intelligence for a while. Then one day we all just...vanished from Tamriel. We found ourselves here, and we've been here ever since. We don't remember much about our original home. Most of that knowledge was lost to time. However, we do remember the gold of the continent. Our love of gold is one thing that never left us, and we can recognize Tamrielic gold instantly, as its makeup is a bit different from the gold of this world. The minting is unfamiliar to me, however."

Pazaak appeared deeply in thought. "Yes, well, the Dwemer actually disappeared as well, about a thousand years ago. It was sometime in the Late First Era. If you have no recollection of that, then your ancestors either wound up here before or around the same time when the Dwemer vanished. The Septim Empire that minted these coins wasn't founded until the end of the Second Era. In fact, its founding is what triggered the start of the Third Era. I myself come from the Fourth Era." Hagrid looked back and forth between the two, totally lost. Pazaak looked at him apologetically. "Sorry, Hagrid. This must be going right over your head. This is just the first chance I've had to speak to someone who actually knows what I'm talking about." The half giant waved him off. "S'okay. Let's just get yer vault set up so we can get on back ter Hogwarts."

The vampire nodded, and turned to the goblin. "Right. I would definitely like to talk with you and your people more sometime, though that'll have to wait. Right now, I'd like to get my vault. I'm in the midst of creating a steady supply of blood potions." The goblin nodded. "Of course, of course. It's refreshing to speak with someone who doesn't look down on us so much." The goblin offered his hand. "My name is Filgott. A pleasure to meet you." Pazaak shook his hand, smiling gladly. "The pleasure is all mine. And I would never look down on someone so bright. Perhaps my forebear would see you differently, but I believe all earn their place in the world. You know, I'm something of a smith myself. I studied Dwemer metalworking for a while, and I would be very interested in seeing what your people learned from them." Filgott smiled back, and the vampire knew he had just made a lifelong friend in the little green man.

Diagon Alley

Pazaak walked out of Gringotts, his ring back on, and his vault key in hand. He also had filled his coin purse with a decent amount of wizard money, and had promised to come back to speak to the goblins more once his own issues were sorted out. His brain was running a thousand miles a minute, his head swimming with possible ways that the goblins could have ended up here. He never even noticed the young redheaded girl slam straight into him.

CRASH

She went tumbling to the pavement with a yelp, snapping the man out of his thoughts. He immediately offered the girl his hand. "I am so sorry! I didn't mean to bump into you. My mind was elsewhere. Are you alright?" The girl took his hand, and he helped her up. "It's okay, mister. I'm not hurt. See?" She did a little twirl in her robes, making the vampire smile. "What's your name, little one?" She smiled at him, her green eyes catching his attention. "My name is Lily. Lily Evans."

And that's it so far! Hope you all enjoyed and are looking forward to the next.Oh, and here's the dovahzul translation

Spaaz-Space(It really doesn't mean anything, I just couldn't find a word for space online so I made one up.)

Tiid-Time

Luv-Tear

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