A/N: I'm still alive and working on various projects. I'm also stalled on several of them. Here is a continuation of Chapters 38, 46, and 52. Enjoy the ever continuing adventures of Harry Potter in Harry Potter and the Gates of Oblivion. Also be on the look out for snippets of another HP/ES X-over idea of mine that is a sequel to this one- Hermione Granger: Daughter of Skyrim.

In any case... Enjoy the conclusion of Chapter 1 of Harry Potter and the Gates of Oblivion.

From your perspective, the future was a dark place indeed.

You have no idea how long you just sat there before Baurus tiredly stumbles into the room. Another sickening feeling hits you like a physical blow to the stomach.

Glenroy didn't make it.

Circumstances taken into account, three guards, an aging monarch and a poorly equipped prisoner against at least two score of well prepared assassins in what was part of a phenominally planned mass assassination of an entire Imperial family simultaneously and it was a miracle that ANY of you were still alive. But it seems as if you and Baurus overcame the odds, at least for now. The thought wasn't nearly as comforting as you'd hoped. If anything, survivor's guilt seeps into your being and only makes you feel worse.

You watch as Baurus notices the Emperor's still form in the cold stone floor, blood pooling around him. The seasoned guard drops to his knees in despair.

"We've failed..."

Somehow, you can hear the self incriminating 'I' in his tone. Probably because you're doing the same thing he is, feeling that same guilt.

After a few moments of gazing down at the Emperor's lifeless body, Baurus notices something.

"The amulet... What's happened to the Amulet!"

Speaking for the first time since the battle ended, "I have it. He gave it to me before he died. Told me to give it to someone named Jauffre."

Baurus looks confused, but at least he seems more knowledgeable, if only slightly, on the subject than you are. "Jauffre? Why did he tell you that?"

"Jauffre knows the location of his last son," you reply gesturing towards the Emperor's body. "An illegitimate heir from the sound of it."

Baurus looks surprised for a moment, but nodds in understanding. "It makes sense. Jauffre is the Grandmaster of my Order and was at one time a trusted Guard Captain of the Emperor. If anyone would have any knowledge of this remaining heir and his whereabouts and any idea of how we're to proceed, it would be him." He then turns his gaze to you and he's looking you directly in the eye. You have a feeling you're not going to like this. "Jauffre now lives as a monk at Weynon Priory just outside of Chorrol."

You hate it when you're right.

You sigh. "Baurus, I can't explain everything right now, but I'm not exactly from here. I have no idea where Chorrol or Weynon Priory are. Hell, I don't even know where we are now or how I even got here. I was just as surprised as you were to find myself inside that cell."

Baurus gives you a startled look of disbelief.

"That's impossible..."

"Story of my life," you reply dryly. You sigh again and run your hand through your hair. "Look, I'll help as best I can, but I'm going to need some help as well. A map would be useful for starters."

Baurus nods and stands and then holds his hand out to you. You take it and let him help you stand. You're slightly disoriented for a moment, but it passes as you quickly regain your bearings. He then leads you back into the room where he and Glenroy fought off the waves of assassins while you were failing at protecting Emperor Septim. Where Glenroy sacrificed himself making a last stand for an Emperor who'd died within moments of himself. Seeing the various bodies strewn across the room, he did not go easily. He and Baurus must have taken on five or six assassins- a piece.

You're more than a little impressed and you feel even worse for failing them.

Even now, you know you won't be sleeping easily tonight.

Baurus heads directly for Glenroy's body, searching for and finding a scroll, walking back to where you're waiting, he unfurls it, showing it to you.

It's a map.

And further proof that you're no longer in at a magical boarding school in Scotland.

Baurus takes the time to show you the map, and how to interpret it (he doesn't bat an eye at the fact that you can't actually read the written language), along with giving you a magnetic compass amongst other traveling aids in Glenroy's possession and a few days rations. You still can't help but feel woefully unprepared as you leave Baurus, who stayed behind to guard the Emperor's body and to cover your escape from the catacombs in the event that more assassins are coming. You both found it doubtful, as they'd already succeeded in killing Uriel Septim, but it was better safe than sorry.

As you leave, donned ill fitting leather armor, a smattering of gold coins and semi-precious gems in your pouch, a magical staff strapped to your back and a short sword at your waist Baurus thanks you for recovering Captain Renault's sword. You don't have the heart to tell him what you had originally planned for it. You're also pretty sure that he already knew, but it remains unspoken between the two of you.
It isn't until you step out of the Imperial Sewers and take your first breathe of fresh air that your situation hits you. The land is foreign and unknown to you. Majestic, untamed and clean in ways that your own world has not been in centuries.

"Toto, it looks like I'm not in Kansas anymore..."

With a sigh and the heavy burden of two worlds on your shoulders you take your first step onto Cyrodillic soil, underneath a bright and temperate day that says nothing of the chaos and tragedy that has befallen the land under attack by mystical beings of greater power than you've ever imagined. A strange thought enters your head as you take your first official steps into a new world and a grand adventure the likes of which ballads will be sung about for generations.

That no matter the world you reside, despite the desperation of the situation, one truth has made itself known.

War. War never changes...

A/N: Good, Bad... Ugly?