Author's Note: Woo, talk about a chapter that almost wasn't! I know that you know that I've set myself a schedule for these chapters and I almost completely forgot to have one for tonight! Whew what a lucky day it was for me. So here is chapter... 7? I think its 7. Let me check... Yeah its 7! No big mod changes in this chapter so nothing really being added. Also, I'm back to my problem with the second task. I had thought to set it in Diablo, then I realized Blizzard had practically gift wrapped a Diablo/Warcraft scenario for me with Heroes of the Storm. Oh, there will be fun on Azeroth when we get to it. Still have a while though, we just got to chapter 7 and the game has barely begun!

Just so you know, like in any game, followers/party members will be changing in and out. Tamaria, Camilla and Aela will be coming and going in this story as it progresses, because I don't want an army of women to be following about. I'm having a hard enough time with 3! So 3 will be the max amount of party members traveling with Harry until I become a better writer. As you know, this is my second attempt at Fanfiction, so I'm still learning the ropes. Also, I've been having a lot of people ask for lists of all Mods included and harem members, well that's hard to do. 1, all the mods haven't finished being chosen yet, 2, the harem is more complicated that just girls with Harry. So yeah, expect some sort of madness later with that.

Now, enjoy this chapter while I work on ideas for the second task again! Hooray...

The city of Whiterun must have been truly a magnificent sight in its time. It had once been compared to the Imperial City down in Cyrodiil in its beauty and spans but the years had taken its toll. The city's outer walls were crumbling to the ground and only a handful of guards patrolled the roads leaving the bulk of their duties up to the Companions, or that's the way that Aela seemed to prefer telling her stories about the place. The redhead seemed to have a problem with the Jarl, Balgruuf, shaming the man and claiming Whiterun's fall from grace was his fault.

It seemed that the people that Harry was traveling with each had a problem with the city. Tamaria hated a man there named Nazeem, a lecherous landowner with a farm who had apparently come on to her one to many times until she had threatened to split him from head to groin should he talk her again. Camilla disliked the city for its favoritism toward the Goddess Kynareth sporting a temple and a tree in her honor while mostly ignoring the other Aedra entirely. And all three of them loathed a priest by the name of Heimskr who stood at the fork in the road between Jorrvaskr and Dragon's Reach screaming to the sky about how men were maggots and needed to worship the Man-God like he was the only true Aedra.

"So, stick clear of a Redguard in the market or Cloud District and avoid the crazy ranting priest," Harry asked looking between Aela and Tamaria to make sure he had that right. It was growing dark so the four travelers had stopped to make camp, the lights of Whiterun shining up at them from beyond several farms that dotted the tundra. The black haired wizard had been having a blast as they traveled the road from Riverwood. He had seen his first waterfall and even managed to shoot some arrows with Aela's bow when he wasn't busy practicing with his Bound Sword and training with Tamaria.

The elf looked toward the Companion as though urging her to tell him something. The two had been having quiet chats as they walked down the road, usually sending Camilla to keep him occupied with questions about where he was from. Still though, he had noticed. It was hard not to notice truthfully, especially after the last three years of having to pick up conversations he wasn't supposed to hear in order to save the day, again.

"By Hircine's Hunting Ground, fine," Aela snarled at the elf before turning to Harry and trying to compose herself, licking her lips and running her hand through her hair. "Harry, there is something I need to tell you about the Companions. Its a supposed to be a secret but thanks to the Silver Hand it has leaked, becoming one of the best known secrets around Skyrim," she said seemingly rambling to start off. "I told you about the Companions long and proud history but there is a dark side," she grumbled glaring at the elf for making her talk. "Those who lead are called the Circle, and the Circle is.. well..." she sighed before rolling her eyes.

She stood up as though ready to march off only to do something Harry never expected. She started stripping and the wizard, being a fourteen year old hormone bomb wasn't looking away. She was much more evenly proportioned for than Tamaria or Camilla but was still the thick full woman that Skyrim seemed to breed. Her bountiful breasts ended in tight pink nipples while down below was not the forest that Harry had heard Dean and Sheamus talking about before, but a carefully trimmed area. "For hygiene," Aela said with a blush seeing where Harry was looking.

The green eyes blinked though as a black haze began to seep from the woman's skin covering parts of her body from view. What he could see he knew immediately what was happening. He had seen it before just months ago when he first saw Remus transform under the light of a full moon. Turning his head to the sky he almost slapped himself as he remembered that this world had two moons, so the rules at home didn't work here. A snarl made him look back as thick red fur began to spread along the curvy woman's flesh, her bones snapping and popping into places that they weren't meant to go. Her skull extended, growing a muzzle filled with razor sharp teeth as her blue eyes became umber. The two human ears shifted to the top of her head as she tilted her long curved spine backwards, her arms spread open to reveal her underside to the teen before she pursed her lips and released a howl toward the twilight.

Harry gazed at the lupine female and smiled ignoring Tamaria who had pulled her ebony blade halfway out of its hilt in case she needed to defend herself. "Well, that was something else," the teen said with a grin as he reached toward the red-furred wolf who was eyeing him warily. With only a bit of hesitation he began to run his fingers through the longer mane of hair on top of her head. "It wasn't my first werewolf transformation but you looked like you handled better than my uncle did," he said softly, shooting a look toward the elf who raised her eyebrow at him.

"Oh my," the voice of Camilla came from the darkness as the heavy chested priestess of Dibella walked into the campfire light with more firewood. Her eyes glanced around for Aela before noticing the particular color of the werewolf's fur. "I had heard the rumors but I never thought them true," she whispered before looking with worried eyes towards the lone male in the group, but smiled seeing him pet the monstrous beast before him. "Hmm, Dragonborn and now a wolf whisperer, who would have guessed," she said playfully before dropping her firewood down nearby. "Nothing you do should surprise me anymore, Harry."

The amber eyed elf looked from the werewolf to the wizard and back again with alarm. "Really? You are met with a werewolf and all you do is pet it," she asked with disbelief in her voice, sheathing her sword. "Well," she said after looking at Aela for a moment longer as her eyes drifted shut as Harry scratched her behind the ear. "She isn't acting like the stories I heard. I thought werewolves were supposed to be vicious and bloodthirsty monsters," she said confused.

"Mmm, lower Harry," the redhead said as she turned her neck slightly so that Harry could reach her head better. "Some of Hircine's children do go wild," Aela spoke to Tamaria in a deep growling voice. "Those are the ones in the wilds, without thought or discipline, or they just give themselves over fully to the wolf," she growled. "I've faced a number of the brainless beasts myself and its thanks to them that the Silver Hand hunts my shield-siblings and I. However, Hircine has seen fit to keep the blood of the Companions more pure and less degraded then our cousins outside our walls."

Harry raised a brow at the speech coming from the Companion's muzzle but shrugged it off. Maybe it was something that werewolves in Skyrim could do that those back home couldn't. "My uncle said that magic changed like a disease from person to person," he said calmly before dropping his hand and sitting back down. Aela followed him and propped her head up on the teen's lap allowing him to keep petting her. "I think this might be what he was talking about. The wolves of Jorrvaskr have been self contained, weighing who would be a member of the Circle and turned while the wilds there are no rules the magic is spread without rhyme or reason."

"So that means that Hircine was giving me a magic lesson," Tamaria said with wide eyes toward the youth and the massive wolf in his lap. "By the Eight, I never expected something like this," she said motioning toward the red wolf and dropping to her seat on a log. "At least we'll have a hell of a look out tonight," she muttered as she began to undo her armor and revealing her naked body to the camp, though since she slept nude every night no one thought to comment on it again. "I swear Harry, since I met you this world has made less and less sense!"

Waking the next morning was both awkward and arousing for the teen in ways he didn't know existed. He had fallen asleep quite alone thank you, his back toward the fire, only now he didn't feel so alone. He could feel a heavy warmth on his chest and with bleary eyes took in the sight of amber hair sprayed out over his shoulder. He knew that hair... Turning he saw raven hair spilling over his other arm... and looking down all he saw was a sea of red. "What happened last night," he wondered before realization dawned on him.

Aela had stripped to become a werewolf, but she wasn't transformed now. Tamaria slept naked and was curled against his right side. Camilla also enjoyed her body being on display and was on his left side. He was a sleeping body pillow to three older and very naked women. He wanted to jump up and apologize, especially when he noticed 'Big Har' was starting to stir, but bit his lip to keep quite. This could either end badly, very badly, or worse if the scenarios playing in his mind were anything to go by.

"Stop squirming so much," Aela's harsher voice spoke as she pinched his side making him wince. "Fine I'm up, I'm up," she mumbled before sitting up, allowing her legs to fall on either side of Harry's waist. That's when it happened. Just like that all of Harry's dreams of a magical night with a faceless woman yet unnamed were blown right out the window. In a moment of carelessness and reckless unthinking, his mother's pride was gone, his father's pride wracked up a few points, and he could swear he heard two old dogs laughing in the distance. "Mmm, I knew you were of marrying age, but I didn't think you thought of me like that," the Companion said with a sigh as she rested where she was.

"A-Aela," Harry moaned as the pleasure enveloped him. He had never experienced anything even remotely close the sensation he now felt spreading through his body. His head fell back onto the dirt he had slept on as his eyes rolled back inside his head. He had never dreamed of anything that could have felt this good.

The Great Hall was an eruption of noise that even Molly Weasley couldn't top as the ramifications of what had just been witnessed by the entirety of Hogwarts and the representatives of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons were trying to enjoy breakfast. The unofficial Harry Potter fanclub wept as they watched their hero, their one true love, have his virginity stolen by some red headed harlot in another game! The boys who knew what was going on gave out high fives and fist bumps while the other women in the hall merely blushed at the scene.

"If you'll excuse me Headmaster," Severus Snape said in a drawing voice as he rose from his chair, "I believe I need to go and pull a Lockheart," the greasy haired man said as he turned in a flurry of robes and began to make his way to the Dungeons. 'Damn the Potter boy,' Severus snarled in his head. 'First hehas to have Lily's eyes and now he was hanging out with that redheaded woman! It was like watching Lily and Potter in seventh year all over again!' He needed to obliviate what he was certain was a combination of the two's 'O' face out of his mind before he went insane.

Albus merely sat back and smiled as he stroked his long beard. While the spell they used to track the Champions was quite intrusive into their privacy it was necessary so that they didn't lose them in the other worlds. It also helped them judge how the competitors did but that was the farthest thing from the aged Headmaster's mind. While he had been against the reintroduction of the tournament and especially young Harry's involvement, he was glad to see that the boy was learning, growing and experiencing life in all its flavors.

He knew first hand the horrors that could come from the world, and supposedly those that would come for Harry and had many regrets in his long life. He was certain that this tournament would not be the same for the fourth year Gryffindor. Finally standing and getting the attention of the hall in hopes of stop the unbearable crying, most oddly coming from the Creevey Boys, he decided to speak. "Students, I am very sorry for the view we have all witnessed here today thanks to the Ministry's monitoring charms. While I understand that many of you may feel grieved by the actions that happened just moments ago, I remind you that young Harry Potter has just gone through much worse. A very private act has been witnessed by the whole of a school and visitors from two more. Counciling sessions will be set up for those who feel they need them, but until then I believe you all have class," he said with a look over his half-moon glasses, sending the children from the Hall.

He sat back in his ornate chair, he refused to think of it as a throne, and turned toward his Deputy Headmistress with an aged frown partially hidden behind his beard. "Well I must say, that whole experience was rather new for me," he said before he brightened up considerably. "Imagine, all the years at this school and that's the first mass sighting of a child losing his innocence I've ever come across. That just shows you Minerva, that even at my age, there are still plenty of first experiences," he said jovially and turned back to his flap of pancakes, leaving his usually stern deputy floundering like a landed fish.

The walk down the mountain to Whiterun was a rather quiet experience on the blushing wizard's part. He was glad he hadn't fainted out right but it had been a close thing. No, the worrying part was both in Camilla and Aela's actions afterwards. While the priestess had done some prayers asking for a divine blessing from Dibella, the Companion had acted like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. He didn't know what to say to her or how to even begin to approach the subject of what had happened that morning.

They crossed the bridge into Whiterun's stone walls sometime around midday and that was the first time Aela had acted like anything out of the ordinary had happened. "Harry," she said grabbing his arm and looking back and forth to see if there was any listeners. The priestess and elf had the courtesy to walk several feet ahead of the pair and stop to wait without ease dropping. "What happened this morning was perfectly natural for the position we found ourselves in," the werewolf spoke in a near whisper. "That being said, I'm not sure how the Circle will react to the news that I've slept with an outsider. The possibility of tainting our blood might be more than Skjor or a few of the others could handle. So lets try not to mention that little incident to anyone inside Whiterun shall we?"

Harry's face fell at the revelation that she didn't want people to know what had happened, he practically wanted to scream it from the top of the walls, but he nodded none the less. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting. A relationship? Love at first shag or something, he wasn't sure, but he felt his inner dragon rage at the thought of his 'deed' being pushed under the rug.

"Don't be that way," the redhead said with a frown of her own at seeing the wizard's dejected face. "It is expected that every man will not.. perform at their fullest the first time," she said kindly, mistaking his dejected look and getting a surprised one in exchange. "With time and practice, I'm sure you will make the most substantial lover as time marches on."

Wait. What did that mean exactly? The wizard was confused did she not like it? It had been the happiest moment of his life that he could remember. He was certain he could use that memory to create a Patronus that could kill a thousand dementors, but she had said he wasn't good. That was a hard blow to the ego, he would admit that. Slowly he nodded his head. "I promise, I won't tell anyone."

"There's a good lad," the wolf said with a slap on his arm before turning toward the other two women and walking forward. Harry hung back for a moment before sighing and following after the trio. Hold on a tick... did she say practice?

"Hold there," a man's voice broke through the teen's contemplation as he looked up and spotted a guard standing feet from him while the three women disappeared into the city gates. "No visitors in or out," the guard said without a glance back. Harry tilted his head to stare at the man in confusion. He had just seen three people walk by without any problems at all, was it because they were women? Why this sexist turd burgler!

"I have news for the Jarl," Harry said through gritted teeth. "A dragon has attacked Helgen and was last seen flying over Riverwood on a course for Whiterun. Now unless you want to be responsible for the deaths of however many live in this city I am telling you to step aside and step aside now," the dragonborn growled allowing the voice of Durnehiviir to mix with his own toward the end to show his anger.

"That's fine then," the guard said taking a step back and looking toward his fellow watchman for back up, but the guy wasn't even paying attention. "I'll be keeping an eye on you," the Whiterun guard said with shudder as he stepped aside and allowed Harry to enter the city.

Mods:

Female Werewolf by Moutarde421 (female werewolves have breasts)

Followers:

Tamaria Sout-Tamer

Camilla Valerius

Aela the Huntress

Future Followers:

Serana

Possible Followers:

Pebbles Warrior Princess by OC-121-The_DragonSun

Jahiya by Sniizy

Shiamar by Thrillawhale

Almveig Eldsdotter, the Battlemaiden…- Kavula's Followers by kavula

Rashida Windgrace, the Ansei - Kavula's Followers by kavula

Aodhamair o' Flannagain, The Breton Witchblade - Kavula's Followers by kavula

Remember, not all Followers are to be lovers. That's a big thing to remember in this story.