Authors Note:

Drem Yol Lok, dii braan joor. Hello, everyone. Ashtheking here once again, with the next update.

Merry Christmas and a happy new year, everyone! I tried my best to get this out today, as a bit of an apology for not updating in forever.

First off, since I've received many reviews, and a fair few PM's about it, let me just state this:

I have no intention of abandoning this story. I really like the concept behind this, and my writing has improved (at least, I hope so) to the extent that I feel I can adequately keep up this story. In addition, my brother really enjoys this story, and continues to bug me about it, as do some of my friends. So I have IRL motivation to continue.

A large part of what took this chapter so long was I couldn't figure out how to write it. It rather irked me, as a writer, to be quite honest. I poured over the original chapter, and even the Diagon Alley chapters in the other books, but I simply couldn't find the right ideas as to how to write it. It only finally hit me now, after my semester ended, when I had a few hours to think, waiting for my ride back home. It's not an excuse, but merely an attempt at explaining.

I also realized that I was using that as an excuse, to myself, as for why I didn't write it. And I hated that, so I decided last night "I'm going to write this chapter today". And so, with a fair amount of stalling, I'll admit, I forced myself to go write the story, and here it is. I hope you like it.

Reviews:

To all those who, for any chapter, reviewed: Thank you. Really, I cannot thank you all enough. I get emailed, every time one of you reviews, and I read every single one of them. It was the fact that people, months after my last update, reviewed my story, that they found my story interesting enough to take the time out of their day to make a simple comment or question, which I feel ultimately brought me over the edge, and made me push this out. I'm fluent in several languages, by the way, so feel free to review despite the language barrier. I will do my best to reply to every one of them. I know I have a fair amount of, well, exotic, readers. I'm finding many a new country which I have to look up, when I look at the visitor stats. That made my day, to be quite honest.

From Isumo 1489 (and any others!), I too was very happy to find the site. Lok, Thu'um.

To those who ask about pairings, I have no plans, as of yet. I won't for a couple more books, probably. If you see them show up, they're probably either canon, or the nature of the character.

Karaku-chan: I do expect that Bjorn has been teaching Harry the dragon writing. He's probably got it down. However, what Harry meant was more of a magically charged engraving of the word, the way the Word Walls have or the Greybeards use in the game. At least, that was always my interpretation of how that mechanic worked.

Knight of Eclipse: James and Lily Potter are national heroes, who died protecting Harry from the greatest Dark Lord of recent times. It'd be like Abraham Lincoln's son telling you that his father had been run over by a horse, or something so…disrespectful, like that. Sorry to non-Americans who might not get the reference, but hopefully still understand the idea behind it.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related characters and concepts are the creation and property of J.K. Rowling, along with her publishers and Warner Bros., as regards the movie material. The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim, and all things related to the Elder Scrolls universe belong to Bethesda Game Studios, and Bethesda Softworks. I do not, and will never own them. The character of Bjorn Stormhold, along with any others introduced later, however, is my intellectual property, and should not be used without my permission. Certain scenes in this story are from Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone. I trust the intelligence of my readers to recognize them when found.

Dialogue in my Story (may change later on, with accompanying AN):

"Spoken English / Otherwise-specified language."

Thoughts, in the person's native language.

[Parseltongue].

{Orcish}.

As always, please read, review, and recommend!

Faal Sen Voth Dovah Sos

His first thought, upon entering Diagon Alley, was Wow.

People walked up and down the street, quite obviously wizards and witches from their clothing and unreserved nature. Shops of all sorts lined the sides of the street, all of them magical in nature, and a fair few of them having no mundane counterpart.

This, more than nearly anything else Harry had seen in his young life, was a place of magic.

Only the citadel of High Hrothgar, the bastion of the knowledge of a hundred thousand years, the last habited remnant of the proud Tamrielic civilizations, the residence of some of the wisest and most powerful beings on Nirn, came close.

It filled him with a nearly indescribable feeling of delight, and joy. Magic is not gone from this world. It is hidden, yes, but practitioners still exist. This, this, is how the streets of Skyrim must have looked, millennia ago. How the cities of Cyrodiil must have appeared. This is a center of magic, plain and simple.

A smile making its way onto his face, he looked at his mentor. "Where to first, In?"

Bjorn chuckled, having understood his pupil's thought processes.

"We'll head to Gringotts Bank first, my excitable young pupil."

Walking up the grand steps leading to Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Harry paused to read the engraving on the doors. He chuckled, after finishing. "Zenithar?"

Bjorn paused for a second, before laughing. "Zenithar," he confirmed, but added "But Malacath too."

Continuing inside, Bjorn and Harry walked to the first open desk, and waited for the goblin to respond. Eventually, the goblin did so, looking up at the duo. "Yes?" he drawled.

Bjorn nodded slightly in a gesture of respect, and responded in their native language, known by the uneducated as Gobbledygook. {Greetings. I am Bjorn Stormhold. My student, requires access to his vault.}

The goblin in question raised an eyebrow at the human speaking his language, before catching the insignia on his clothing. His frown then transformed into a fiendish grin. {Ah. It is good to meet a keeper of knowledge such as yourself, Master Greybeard. I will be happy to assist you. I am Griphook.}

Bjorn gave a similar, feral, grin, and gestured to his student. {Harry Potter. He doesn't have a key, though I suspect that's because his more...magically-inclined belongings were either thrown out or not returned to him due to his young age upon his separation from our world.}

The goblin nodded, and peered at the boy. {I see. I'll need some of his blood. Blood tells all, to those who can understand it, as Malauch has taught us.}

Harry blinked when they both looked at him, not able to keep up with the conversation, as he hadn't learnt this language, though he suspected what it was.

Bjorn chuckled, saying "Sorry, there. My student has not learned Orcish yet. It's on our to-do list, but he is only eleven. Harry, hold out your hand. Griphook here requires some blood."

Harry raised an eyebrow, looking at his master. He knew the power inherent in blood, especially one from him, as he possessed the Dovah-Sos. Bjorn nodded, catching his line of thinking and answering his unspoken question.

Shrugging, Harry held his hand out askance, which Griphook promptly grasped and pulled a bit closer, tugging the boy to the podium. He pressed a clawed finger quickly into Harry's index finger, drawing a droplet of blood. Picking it up with that hand, he peered at it, before looking at Bjorn. {Powerful blood, Master Greybeard.}

Bjorn looked at the goblin, and nodded. {Indeed. My student is quite powerful, for one so young.}

Griphook nodded back, and called over another goblin, who brought over a vial, in which the droplet of blood was placed. That goblin scurried off with instructions to bring the corresponding key.

Bjorn, in the meanwhile, had pulled out a talisman that lay around his neck. A more stylized and smaller version of the usual Greybeard insignia, this was an artful carving done in pure stone. "If you don't mind, I'd also like to access my organization's vault." With a slight tug, it came off the back of his neck, and he held it out for Griphook, who grabbed a hold of it and studied it.

The other goblin came back, bearing a small golden key which he bestowed to Griphook, who hopped off his pedestal and gestured for them to follow.

The ride down the mine carts was exhilarating to Harry, but he quickly found his mind elsewhere, called by a pull he didn't expect to feel here, in the depths of the Wizarding bank of Gringotts. "In?" he muttered.

Bjorn patted his shoulder. "I'll explain more later, when we get closer. It'll make more sense then."

He didn't expect his vault to be as full of gold as it was, but on hindsight it was to be expected. Master Paarthurnax did tell me my family was old, and Master Bjorn did tell me of my fame in the Wizarding world. I suppose it makes sense, then.

He pulled out his moneybag, and grabbed enough money to purchase his school supplies, plus a little extra just in case, as Bjorn instructed. Closing the vault, they all clambered back into the cart, which headed downward.

Griphook spoke up, seemingly for the benefit of Harry. "We're headed to one of the oldest vaults in our bank, Mister Potter. I'd best prepare yourself. Some of our protections are not for the young or faint of heart of your…tamer race, we've found."

As they passed through a waterfall which failed to wet them at all, but was quite obviously magical, Harry felt the pull in his head increase, and his senses throb, and realized what the "protections" the goblin had spoken of must be.

But…What? How?!

Turning the corner, his suspicions were confirmed, as the greatest defenders of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, one of the most compelling reasons all members of the Wizarding World trusted the organization, was revealed.

It might have been chained. It might have been quite obviously starved. It was most certainly weakened, and blinded, and pale from lack of sunlight, and subsequent connection to Aetherius.

But what was before him a Dragon.

As the young scion of the Potters took in the sight before him, the Song roared with the anger of all the draconic souls he could feel, and he felt himself drown in it.

And then he knew no more.

Authors Note:

I hoped you liked my description of Gringotts, and the Goblin race. I'll answer questions, and the next chapter comes soon, maybe even tomorrow.

In other news, it looks like those of you wondering about Wizarding dragons will get your answer earlier than you probably expected, hahaha.

And once again, no Draconic this chapter, though you'll get a fair amount in the next one, I suspect.

Once again, Merry Christmas and Happy holidays! I hope you all have fun, and stay safe. For those of you in the north, stay warm! For those in the south, I envy your warmth right about now, haha. I tried my best to get this out on Christmas Day, though for many of you, it'll have shown up after midnight. Sorry, I tried. I even ended the chapter short with a delicious cliffhanger. :P

As always, please read, review, and recommend!