Author's Note: So, here is where I make or break this story. I said in the beginning, through Azura, that this world was different then the one we are used to, and I meant that. Skyrim is a sandbox game with a railway system hidden just beneath the sand. You can do what you want, but to actually advance the plot you were forced to follow the steps laid out before you. Well I say 'Nay' to that good readers and have thrown out the original plot to Skyrim for one of my own combining the vanilla story with that of Dawnguard and Dragonborn.

Now saying that, this chapter will be the breaking point I can see it. There is a lot happening in this chapter, a lot of things are 'given' to Harry mostly because I think they are cool and I want to do it plus it will help with things later on. You'll see what I mean when we finally get there. For those who will think that Harry is too OP after this chapter, just know that I believe in level scaling. As powerful as Harry can become, he's still going to be below Alduin and Miraak in terms of strength and power.

Now, onto the story!

"So this is Whiterun," Harry said to himself as he looked around the city he found himself in. Unlike Riverwood where the buildings were all made from timber, Whiterun's structures were made of stone and thatching. It really felt like walking back in time to the wizard, more so then when he had first stepped from Muggle London into Diagon Alley. He spun around slowly taking in the impressive height of the stone wall he had just passed through to get into the city and marveled at the size of the stones toward the top.

Harry stepped across the bridge that covered a spring set beside the door and wondered where the women had all gone off too. He was momentarily distracted by a conversation between a man and what appeared to be a blacksmith and smiled. It was warming to see that in Skyrim roles and positions weren't sexually exclusive. He didn't think he had ever heard of a female blacksmith back in his world.

He continued up the street passing the Drunken Huntsmen and what appeared to be an abandoned home when a voice called for him. Turning he spotted a pale young man, seemingly shivering in fright as he made his way up to the raven haired boy. A letter in his hand was shaking like crazy as he tried to catch his breath. "I... I have a letter for you," the terrified currier said with shifting eyes, "your eyes only." With a burst of courage the man passed Harry a note and took off for the main gates as though the very hounds of Oblivion were chasing him.

'What a strange man,' Harry thought with a curious look after the man who fled out the gates. Turning to the letter he decided to see what it was about and broke the wax seal keeping it closed.

"HEY PUP!

That's right, its me Sirius... or Clavicus Vile, which ever you want to call me. Either way, I'm still your godfather am I not! Now then, I'm very disappointed in you! If I'm not mistaken, Azura, sweet girl that Azura, told you that the world would be different, that this is no longer just a game for you and yet here you are riding a predetermined rail! Well, I can't have that! Not as a Marauder that is for damn sure! So, I'm going to be switching things up! I'm starting to feel like Sheogorath, maybe I should invite him into the Marauders! He could take Wormtail's place!

Anyway, I'll be seeing you real soon Pup!

Love

Padfoot"

The raven haired wizard rolled his eyes as he pocketed the letter from his godfather. What had the world done by making Padfoot and Mooney into two of the beings capable of changing the very course of destiny? Calmly he passed through the market noting the Inn nearby as well as several stores, before making his way up the steps to the 'Cloud District'.

As he walked up the stairs he saw a large mostly dead tree standing in the middle of a circle of bench seats with a few priestesses sitting down and enjoying the shade. A building stood off to his right, four walls built beneath a flipped upside down boat, which he knew to be Jorrvaskr home of the Companions. In the distance he could hear what sounded like a man screaming for his life while what he thought sounded an awful lot like Tamaria cackled close behind.

His attention was however caught by a man shouting to the sky in front of a statue of a man holding a sword. The man was irritating in a way that Harry had almost never experienced before especially when he compared all of man to maggots, that got under the wizards collar quite a bit. Still though, he didn't see any of the ladies he had been traveling with, but he did see the massive wooden structure atop a long flight of stairs.

With a hurried step he began to make his way up the stone steps and past the waterfall. He passed by several guards who all looked at him funny but he didn't care, he had a job to do and he would see it done. The Jarl needed to know about the dragon and the threat to Riverwood as soon as possible and he would keep his promise to let the man know. As he approached the wooden double door to building though, it burst open as a platoon of guards marched outward.

"I can't believe the Jarl is sending us to Riverwood," one of them said as he checked his gear to make sure he had everything.

Another guard nodded as they followed who Harry guessed was their captain. "It does seem strange. Ever since the Jarl's wife died he hasn't-"

Harry was bored and slipped into Dragonsreach as the last guard walked through cutting off the conversation. A million questions seemed to pass through Harry's mind as he stepped around a cleaning woman and began to make his way up the stairs to the Jarl's throne room. How had the Jarl known about the dragon and that Riverwood needed help?

"Aha! There he is Mooney and you doubted me," a deep voice said from across a burning fire in the center of the room. A dragon's head adorned the far wall just above a throne where a blonde haired man sat slumped in his seat his chin resting on his fist. "I told you he was in Whiterun, he's too predictable, definitely got it from Lily though, Prongs was as unpredictable as Sheogorath," the blonde man said with a smile at the approaching teen.

A bald man dressed in furs with warpaint stood next to the throne and rolled his eyes. "I never said he wasn't going to be here, Padfoot," the hulking man said with a frown. "He could have gone anywhere but that whole valley seems to just funnel people down the river to Whiterun, its almost disturbing in a way," he lectured, the smooth teacher's voice not fitting with the hulking barbarian look at all. "Hello Harry," the voice of Remus Lupin said from the mouth of another man.

"Daedra... possession," the wizard said with a sigh. "I just got your note Padfoot and you could have just said 'I'm possessing the Jarl, see you at the reach', and I would have understood better. Now what is going on here?" The wizard was starting to get a headache from the twists and turns this apparent game was making. Was he wrong and this wasn't just some game but a full and differing world?

"I warned you this world was different from what you expected," a familiar woman's voice called out. A dark elf emerged from the steps at one side of the room and began to make her way toward the talking group. "You might have come to see the world you would have fought in had you simply been playing but we aren't playing. Alduin threatens not only this world but Oblivion as well and you are doing everything the hard way, so like a man," the possessed elf said with a glare at the two men. "Molag is currently finishing your little present and I've done my part. Nocturnal is waiting to hear my report on the Champion."

Jarl Padfoot faked a yawn. "Yeah yeah, Azura. We know that everything is going the hard way but that's because you didn't explain things properly at the start did you," the Daedric Prince of Bargains said with a scowl at the Dunmer woman. "Now, we can set everything to right." He turned and looked at Harry with a smile. "You have the soul of a dragon in you pup, so why haven't you been Shouting your head off," he asked with a raised eyebrow.

The green eyed boy frowned at the possessing Daedra and crossed his arms. "Durnehiviir said that while I can translate the words I absorb from the walls, I need to consume a dragon's soul to unlock the 'understanding' of them and use them. I can't shout because I don't know what the words mean," he explained.

The two male daedra threw back their heads and laughed at the youth's explanation. "Cub, Durnehiviir taught you words without you needing to fight a dragon and consume it," Mooney said with a shake of his head. "Any man can learn to speak the language of dragons and use their powers without absorbing a dragon's soul. That was how the civil war started because Ulfric Stormcloak used the Voice to defeat the High King. Azura melded your soul with Durnehiviir because this world needs a Dragonborn, but as for the language and understanding it, Durnehiviir is a dragon Harry."

Harry blinked at the man... god... demon... whatever for a long moment before something seemed to click inside his head. "That no good rotting dragon," he suddenly spit out with a glare and crossing his arms. "You mean to tell me he could have just been teaching me the language this entire time and didn't bother to tell me?"

"Knowledge doesn't need to be passed down by killing," Azura said with a frown at the youth. "The Greybeards in High Hrothgar teach by spreading their own understanding of a word but they still live after passing on the knowledge," she said with a sigh. "I should have been more clear in my intentions, I understand that now. I so rarely speak to mortals that sometimes I forget that you don't see the world or comprehend things like we do. Durnehiviir knows the language and can teach it to you meaning that you don't have to find all the word walls across Skyrim."

"Now on to the meat of the matter as to why we are here," Padfoot said with a grin. "Riverwood is protected, Harry now knows that he can learn Shouts without going to all the walls and fighting a hundred dragons... though you should still fight them as you come across them. Imagine what all those souls could do for you in the long run," he said excitedly. "But, I'm digressing. We each have a gift to bestow upon you Harry that will help you on your way to greatness," the Daedra said with a grin. "Now who wants to start?"

"I will," the female elf said stepping forward. "While I cannot grant you a true boon like I'm sure these two degenerates will do," she said ignoring the faux gasps of the men behind her, "I will give you a quest you must complete and at your journey's end you will understand why I do so. My Star is a powerful object, able to trap the souls of the living. However, a Necromancer has stolen it and warped its power and purpose to make himself immortal. I would have you travel to Ilinalta's Deep to the south and reclaim my star. Bring it to my Shrine in the mountains and I will bless it once more to aid you in your quest."

Mooney stepped forward as the creator of the Khajiit stepped back. "Azura loves to play with souls and give cryptic warnings of the future," the hunter said with a look back at the woman who was glaring at him. "She need not give you any real boon since she infused your spirit with that of a dragon but I will take it a step beyond that." Reaching forward the barbarian hand clasped around Harry's head like a vice. "This might hurt some," he admitted before the wizard felt something rush through his body.

It felt like he was under a mild torture curse as he wanted to scream in pain. Finally after what felt like hours the pain lifted and Harry fell to the ground panting heavily.

"I'm sorry Cub, but my gift is strongly on a molecular level of magic," Hircine said with a hint of worry in voice. "The magic that created the werewolves in the Companions was twisted by the ritual performed by the Hagravens who gave them the power. The tainted wolf spirit that they possess keeps them from Sovngarde, the nord version of Heaven. I take their spirits with me to my plane of Oblivion which they refer to Hircine's Hunting Grounds. You, however, I have granted the gift of true wolf Lycanthrope. Unlike the others your wolf will be your animagus form. Though if I'm not mistaken Molag might have something similar for you..."

At that moment the doors of Dragonsreach were thrown open by a tiny bald man dressed in black. "Of all the bodies in Tamriel, I had to pick this one," the man said with a sneer as he stormed up the steps and past the fire. Padfoot sat up in his throne eyeing the man carefully as Mooney put his hand on Harry's shoulder. Azura merely turned her back on the man and seemed to prefer to ignore his presence. The man's glowing red eyes locked on the wizard and he smirked. "So, this is the boy you bargained with me for, Clavicus? What he wasn't good enough so you lot thought you'd mess with his soul?"

"Its necessary for what he has to endure in the future," the Jarl's mouth spoke as he leaned forward in his chair and smirked. "You still held up your end of the bargain though didn't you, Molag Bal?"

The bald man gave a sharp nod toward the man in his chair. "You know I did, Vile," he snarled. Even the other Daedric princes knew not to enter into a bargain with Clavicus Vile easily, or try to break one. The man was as smooth with words and contracts as a snake swimming through the sea. "I took care of it for you, made sure everything lined up for your precious godson," he said with a frown.

"So its built then," Clavicus said with a grin toward Bal and turned back to Harry. "I decided when I first asked you to live with me and you said yes that I would give you the biggest and best home I could," Vile said toward his godson. "However Snape made sure to put a stop to that," he snarled. "Now I can make it happen. While I can't live with you, Harry, I can give you the very best I can."

"Save me from the sentimentality," Bal groaned as he stepped away from the others. "I"m going home. I have bags to pack after all." With a rush of black magic the father of vampires left his human host, who collapsed on the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Come on, you'll love this," Padfoot said through Balgruuf's mouth as he lead the teen and Mooney through Dragonsreach. They went up the flight of stairs that Azura had descended earlier and Harry spotted some maps laying on a table covered with blue and red flags. They then passed through a huge set of doors that led outside to a stone entryway that shot out into the open air with a clear view of the mountains. "Tada," Padfoot said pointing into the distance.

Harry knew that Sirius had felt bad for missing out on twelve years of his life, but this was insane! He couldn't call it a castle because it was too big! Towers stood upon towers in the distant mountains and all Harry could do was gawk at the structure his godfather had apparently bargained with Molag Bal for. "Its huge!"

"I know! Isn't it great," the Daedric Prince said with a grin as he looked at the building in the distance. "Just wait until you see it up close and in person, Harry its really something else! Mooney and old Balls helped as well. Its fully stocked with an entire army of guards that are set to listen to you." The blond Jarl said with a grin. "Oh, that reminds me," he said quickly turning to Harry and taking a regal air to himself. "I, Jarl Balgruuf, do hereby name you Thane of Whiterun, for clearing out the drougr in Bleak Falls Barrow and keeping your word to the people of Whiterun and warning us about the dragon attack. I name you Lord of Sjel Blad Castle and give you Lydia as your Housecarl and these are from my personal armory," he said with a wink and waved his hand.

Black power surged around the youth as his iron armor turned as dark as a void. His legs and feet were clad in black spiked armor with an ethereal red glow from their links, before black robes with red trim formed from the magic to fit over his body. A chest plate of the same spiked armor formed across his torso with heavy spiked shoulder guards and black plated gloves to match. Finally he felt a heavy mask fit itself onto his face beneath a shadowed hood. "Daedric Mage Armor," Padfoot said with a grin. "It makes conjuration and destruction magic easier to cast, but hinders restorative magic and no Aedra blessings while you wear it," he said with a grimace.

Harry glanced down at himself and frowned behind his mask. It was all to much to soon! Looking up into the hopeful eyes of the man his godfather was possessing though broke him down. "Its great Padfoot," he said with false cheer in his voice. "I can't wait to show the girls what you've done for me."

Author's Note: I know, I know its so much, but I did warn you before hand. Before you all start throwing eggs and rotten tomatoes, let me repeat, that this is necessary for later. I could have stretched it out and gone over everything in time, but they are the Marauders and Daedra, who said they have to play fair? They don't care about the tournament or the task, Padfoot and Mooney just want Harry to survive and that is the key to this whole thing. As Daedra, they know what I know, though they can't tell Harry because I won't let them and they are trying to prepare him for the horrors to come in the best way that they can.

To answer other questions that have been asked.

Harry will not be joining any guilds though they will make appearances.

Side quests are pretty much out. While I might go back and just write a Harry in Skyrim story, this story does have a time limit in story. I need to wrap this up by at least the Yule Ball, which gives Harry about a Month to try and stop Alduin, Harkon and Miraak. That's why I'm rewriting the Skyrim Plot quite a bit.

As I have stated before; Yes the girls and powers will be traveling to Hogwarts with Harry, but he can't take the girls to the other games, because outside interference is not permitted. The powers though will travel with him.

Now, I think that's everything so Mod time.

Daedric Mage Armor by NatterformeSjel Blad Castle by Soulbladex