Author's Note: So here is a new chapter for all of you who are still with me and now we're getting things started! You guys who stuck around will love this chapter, I know. Not much to say right now, only that I might try and get chapter 10 out sometime tonight. No promises though.

On to the story!

Harry sighed as he walked down the steps of Dragonsreach in his new black armor listening to it clink as the robes swished around his legs. The priest was still there beneath the statue of Talos only now he wasn't screaming to the heavens but seemed to be having a conversation with Camilla and another priestess who was dressed similarly to Heimskr, if he remembered the name right. Reaching the bottom of the steps he could hear the conversation a bit better, though thanks to his hood it was still muffled to his ears.

"won't grow," the priestess was saying with a wave of her hand toward the dying tree. "It was struck by lightning and burned horribly. I am hoping with sap from the Eldergleam tree that Gildergreen can be restored," the hooded woman said with a frown. "However, I'm afraid that only the hagraven's Nettlebane is powerful enough to reach the trunk."

"Mighty Talos would never have stood for such a thing," Heimskr said crossing his arms. Even though the man wasn't shouting his voice still seemed to get on Harry's nerves. "Mighty Talos would have wrestled the lightning from the tree and used it to save us from the Thalmor heathens."

Harry turned to look at the woman who had accompanied him down the stairs from Dragonsreach who went by the name of Lydia. Her brown hair hung in a bob cut while her iron armor hid her body from view from the teen's eyes. Her forest green eyes though were quite expressive and seemed to be filled with annoyance at the religious talk. "Is he always like that," the dark robed wizard asked?

Lydia seemed to sigh at the question. "Yes, my Thane. Heimskir is known for his devotion to Talos and its a miracle that the Thalmor have not come for him yet," the housecarl stated. "I do believe that the Jarl has some sort of protection in place for him. It is possible that they are related, but if they are it has never been confirmed."

Harry started to nod in understanding. There were weird things in Hogwarts and the Wizard world in general that made no sense to him, like Dumbledore's conviction about Snape, so it was possible that the Jarl and the priest had the same sort of relationship. A guard suddenly tried to push Harry aside as he came down the steps behind them. "I was once an adventurer like you, but then I took an arrow to the-" the guard was struck dead by a lightning bolt from the sky, causing the wizard to jump back in fright.

"That happens sometimes," Lydia said with a frown at the dead guard. "It seems that whenever they utter that particular phrase, one of the deities feels the need to strike them down where they stand. You would have thought they'd have learned by now but they just keep saying it. Something similar happens in they ask about sweetrolls," she explained to the boy. "Its become an almost weekly event here in Whiterun but I hear it happens in other cities as well. Its the most peculiar thing."

"What? But he..." Harry stared at the dead body in front of him in shock. Tamaria had made him kill the bandits on the way to Bleak Falls Barrow, forcing him to adjust to life in Skyrim and just how short and brutal it could be but he hadn't expected this! People were just smote by the gods of this world's pantheon because they said a phrase? He sighed, it seemed as though this world was far more brutal than the one he was used too and as the elf said, if he didn't learn to adjust quickly it was possible that his own life would be cut short. "He'll be moved right?"

The dark haired Housecarl nodded. "Eventually one of the priests from the Hall of the Dead will come to take him away. His family will be alerted to his passing and a funeral will be held in his honor," she said very matter of fact. "Like I said, its a pretty frequent happening here so no one will be to surprised at his passing. Would you like me to go through his things for something useful?"

"What? No, no, let his family have his things," Harry said with a frown toward the Housecarl. She was rather dark in a way he hadn't expected. While seeing a person drop dead might have affected people back home in some sort of way, Lydia seemed detached from what was going on around her. "Come on, we need to find my friends," he said after a long moment of silence and stepped around the dead body at the bottom of the stairs. "Camilla is talking to Heimskr and that priestess and I think Aela is speaking with the Companions so we need to find Tamaria."

A shout from nearby caused all those near the Gildergreen tree to look up the road where a commotion was taking place. A redguard in fine clothes was running up the road as fast as he could. Behind him a very familiar auburn haired elf had her sword out and swinging through the air just behind the man's neck. "Come to mama you bald bastard," the elf shouted in a manic voice as she tried to remove the man's head from his body. "I'll teach you the meaning of no," she shouted viciously.

"Someone please save me from this maniac," the dark skinned man said in a panicked and rather whiny voice. Harry had never seen the man before, but judging from Tamaria's attitude he must have been Nazeem, the man who had constantly hit on her until she threatened him with death. "I'll give you anything you want! Gold, land, anything just save me!"

In what seemed like a flash Harry moved in as though his body had a mind of its own. He didn't dare get between Tamaria and her prey but he did manage to wrangle her from behind, his black clad arms encircling her waist as he slowed her pursuit. "Calm down," he said through gritted teeth as he tried to dig in his feet and keep her from breaking free. "Whatever he did in the past, its not worth you going to the dungeons for," he said trying to bring her out of her unhinged state.

The elf continued to hack and slash at the air in front of her as Nazeem ran across the Gildergreen and stopped taking deeping breaths. "I was going to let the slime live," she snarled fighting against the teen who kept hold of her, "but then he had to hit on me again! Do you know he's married and he thought I was some sort of whore he could bed," she snapped out. "I'll gut him! Then I'll tell his wife, and we'll raise him from the dead so she can kill him," the skimpily clad elf vowed.

Harry almost felt his eyes bu out as he saw an approaching guard. Quickly he moved while Tamaria wasn't able to move forward and put himself in front of her, causing her blade to halt as she stared down at the black armored figure. "Harry," she questioned as she looked around at what was going on around her now that her single-minded focus on Nazeem was broken. She noticed the guard and quickly slid her sword into her scabbard with a frown. "I hate Whiterun, lets hurry up and get out of this town," she spat.

Shortly after she put away her sword the two were approached by Camilla and Lydia. "I warned you to stay in the market district," the busty priestess said with a frown toward the elf and looking around, her long dark hair shifting over her shoulders.

"I was in the market," Tamaria answered with a shudder. "The problem was that the maggot was there as well," she explained as they started to make their way toward the steps leading down into the Plains District of Whiterun. "The bastard sent his wife home for something and then started hitting on me! The entire time he wouldn't take his eyes off my breasts," she said motioning to her larger than average orbs. "I was finally going to teach him a lesson when Harry stopped me."

"You'd been chasing him for hours," Harry said with a dark look toward the elf. "I remember hearing him screaming for help when I passed through the Cloud District earlier. How did you have time for all of that when I had only been stopped by a guard for a few seconds before entering?"

"Nazeem works fast," Lydia answered her Thane from behind them. "Sorry for eavesdropping but I'm Lydia, Thane Harry's new Housecarl," she explained with a smile to the two women. "Jarl Balgruuf awarded him my services for clearing out Bleak Falls Barrow and warning him of the dragons," she said explaining her introduction to the group. "Harry tells me there is another member of your group."

Camilla nodded. "Aela the Huntress was traveling with us from Riverwood to Whiterun. She said she was only following us as far as Jorrvaskr so I'm certain she has duties to take care of there," she said with a sad smile. "We were just really starting to hit it off, especially her and Harry," she said with a wink to the boy who blushed profusely at the reminder of the incident that morning.

"It was nothing like that," the teen defended himself and was glad his mask covered his cheeks because he could swear he was blushing as hard as one of the Weasley children when their mum sent a howler. "Now we have some gold and we'll need supplies," he said digging through his coin purse and idly wondering how he had managed fit all the gold he kept finding in the world into such a small sack. "Tamaria you'll head down to the blacksmith and get what you think we'll need. Camilla you are in charge of potions. Lydia, I'm sorry to say I don't know you that well, so please come with me while I look for what I'll need at the new castle."

The auburn haired elf turned her eyes onto Harry with a surprised look. "Castle? You didn't mention anything about a castle." She frowned as she turned to Camilla who was shrugging at her in reply.

"Jarl Balgruuf has honored the Thane with a castle," Lydia said glad that she could be of use. "It had fallen into disrepair some years ago but the Jarl has had it restored for the Thane's use. I suppose from here we'll be moving to Sjel Blad Castle toward Whiterun."

The black haired priestess opened her eyes wide. "Sjel Blad Castle? That isn't a tiny home like most Thane's get," she said with surprise as she looked at the stunned elf. "Its practically a city onto itself. I'm surprised the Jarl would give control to anyone and not just move there himself," she said in awe.

The voluptuous elf nodded her head along with the priestess. "That's our Harry though," she said with a teasing smile. "Its a lesson you have to learn fast and hard traveling with this group," she said to Lydia who was looking at her strangely. "Harry seems to be some insane vortex of chaos. I swear since joining up with him its like my life has shot right off the rails," she explained.

"Yeah yeah, I'm a vortex," Harry huffed before pushing his gold into their hands. "We don't know what is at Sjel Blad and I'd rather be prepared thank you very much." With a determined nod the group of four broke up and went their separate ways to get what they would need for the castle.

Thankfully buying supplies seemed to go easy enough and the group quickly found themselves walking out of Whiterun with several heavy bags. Harry, being the man of the group, had found himself lugging the purchases from the blacksmith's shop. It honestly surprised him how little of a strain he felt at lugging bag filled with ingots and several spare suits of armor. How did they keep fitting such massive things in such small sacks though, he didn't know.

Lydia though had saved them all a walk by talking to the carriage driver in front of the stables and getting them a ride to castle. Sitting on the back of a carriage was actually something Harry felt he was going to need to get used to. Sure their were horseless carriages being drawn from the train station to Howarts, but they were no where near the ride he felt himself taking in now. Still, it gave him time to admire the beauty of the world he had picked at random and watch the tundra fields shift into rocky foothills before the snow started to fall.

He was rather glad that Padfoot had shown him the castle before leaving Dragonsreach and he had purchased a few heavy winter cloaks to put on. The women didn't seem to be affected at all, even Camilla seemed to ignore the flakes that fell onto her exposed skin as the three women chatted to get to know one another, leaving the Dragonborn to admire the world around him. He had been enjoying the sights of the dark clouds when he saw it a black spot swooping through the clouds and snow with ease, before it spotted them and roared.

The carriage horse reared at sound and tried to turn and flee, sending the carriage toppling onto its side and spilling the driver and passengers to the ground. The seasoned warriors of Tamaria and Lydia rolled to their feet in seconds. The elf holding her sword and gazing into the sky while the nord quickly drew a hunting bow and notched an arrow. Harry wasn't long behind them though and after helping Camilla to his feet he clenched his right hand summoning his Bound Sword while electricity crackled around the fingers on his left hand.

"Does anyone have a plan for taking down a dragon," Camilla asked as golden glow encompassed her hand. Harry recognized the spells she was reading as healing spells and smiled. He felt pumped at the thought of a fight and swore he heard an primal snarl from deep inside. It seemed that both the wolf and the dragon were ready to release their aggression.

"I've got one," he said before he felt power rush through his lungs and throat. "Diil Qoth Zaam," he shouted out and the world listened. Purple energy rippled through the area as the familiar black skeleton or Boneman appeared, carrying his ancient nord bow and arrows, the Mistman swirled into existence its hands frozen over with ice magic, and the hulking form of a Wrathman emerged dressed in his ancient armor. "How's that for a plan," he asked with a smile toward the Priestess who was looking at the rising dead in shock.

"Pat yourself on the back later, here it comes," Tamaria shouted as the dragon swooped toward them. The twang of Lydia's bow filled the air, followed quickly by the Boneman's as they prepared for the long range fight and began to volley arrows toward the monstrous lizard. As it flew over their heads it released a flame from its mouth that lit the very ground on fire as they dodged out of its way. Twisting quickly, Harry released a blast of electricity from his hands that just hit the dragon's dagger shape tail. The scales were thick however and it simply brushed the tiny amount off without difficulty.

The dragon twisted and turned as it flew back toward the group, its green and orange scales standing out against the falling snow. It flew in close and began to flap its wings to steady itself before it opened its mouth to release another torrent of fire. The wizard's hand flew up as he delivered a full blow of shocking damage to the brute while Lydia and the Boneman's arrows seared through his wings.

'Mirmulnir,' Durnehviir's voice spoke in Harry's mind as his emerald gaze continued to eye the flying dragon. 'So, he survived all these years as well. Pathetic that he could only do so by hiding,' the undead dragon's soul spoke with anger in his voice.

"Thuri du hin sil ko Sovngarde!"(My overlord will devour your souls in Sovngarde!) the dragon roared as it flew over head, only Harry being able to interpret its words. Another blast of lightning and a few more arrows though and the green and orange beast fell from the sky in shock. It slammed into the ground, its wings snapping as it dug a trench through the earth and snow upon impact.

The wizard wasted no time in rushing forward with Tamaria and the Wrathman to begin hacking at the dragon's thick scales. Steel, ebony and magic sang through the air as they cut and sliced, lightning and frost magic attacked the dragon from either side. "Mirmulnir, hi fen saluk daar sul!" (Mirmulnir, you will perish this day!) Harry called out before grabbing onto the dragon's neck and pulling himself up to stand just atop the creature's neck, his lightning enhanced hand gripping one of the dragon's horns while the other held his Bound Sword and he began to hack at the scaled being's temple.

""Dovahkiin? Nid!" (Dragonborn? No!) the green and orange scaled creature roared as it flung its head back and tried to shake the teen free. Unfortunately for Mirmulnir the wizard atop his head had held on hundreds of feet on the air on a bucking broomstick three years prior and managed to hold his grip. Lightning shot through the dragon's eyes as it coursed through his head and he could feel it beginning to cook his brain. With a roar he twisted his neck to throw the Dovahkiin from its head only to swing in such a way that he met the wizard's magical sword on its way down.

Silence rained as the dragon stared up at the sky and watched the clouds roll for a long moment before it slumped to the ground dead. Its scales began to flake and burn as they departed its body and Harry jumped off to land next to Camilla who began fussing over him to see if he was hurt. However, the green eyed teen could only watch as the dragon burned away to a skeleton that lay sprawled out upon the ground. A harsh wind picked up and once again he saw the orange and blue lights of a dragon's soul as it reared into the air and tried to take flight only to be dragged viciously into the wizard's body.

"Its true," Camilla said in shock as she stepped away from the raven haired boy in shock letting her magic fade. Around them the crumbling of bones filled the air as Harry's summons returned to the Soul Cairn and and the wind blew creating the only noise any of them could hear. Tamaria had said Harry was the Dragonborn but she had thought it was a lie they used to keep bandits at bay but now... she had just seen him absorb a dragon's soul! "Ysmir," she said before bowing followed quickly by Lydia, Tamaria and even the carriage rider. "The Dragon of the North!"

Mods: Colorful Dragons by Luddemann

Author's Note: People have been asking what skills Harry will learn. Well that's sort of why I gave him Sjel Blad Castle though it will be more than just the castle as you'll see. However, Harry will learn some trades that will help him in the future. Magic is of course a big one, but smithing, enchanting, and fighting are all major ones he'll be focusing on. I just need to get to that point where they aren't traveling. Which means next chapter or so when I introduce where Harry's home is and where he'll be staging his movements from for this story.

I hope you all liked my attack, its really my first attempt at writing a fighting scene without cutting away and I'm super nervous about it. Let me know what you guys think. Until next time!