AN: I'm glad to see that several of you enjoy this idea of mine. I'll admit this is pretty difficult to do as I find my inspiration by alternating between playing Skyrim and reading Harry Potter fanfictions. I like to leave questions unanswered in my story for quite a while but I do intend to tie up all loose ends. Without further ado here is the next installment of Daedra's Calling.

"So that thing... that tentacle creature that dropped you in the Great Hall is some kind of dark god and now you have to do his bidding?" Ron Weasley had a bewildered expression as he sunk back into the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room. "Are you sure he's always watching you?"

Before the black haired teen had a chance to reply, Hermione began ranting off with a flourish. "So the Basilisk actually guarded the chamber that held the shrine of this creature... Hermaeus Mora wasn't it?" She chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully before continuing again. "And you were in his realm, Apocrypha for what you say was seven months? It's only been a week here Harry, to think all that time passed for you in such s small span when compared to us. Incredible! It certainly explains your growth spurt, or is that the Daedra's doing? That is what they're called aren't they? Do you have access to the knowledge in Apocrypha is it really constructed from books?"

It was nearly three in the morning and the only occupants of the room were Ron, Hermione, and Harry. All of whom were gathered close to the fire, speaking in hushed tones as Harry recapped his time in Apocrypha to his two closest friends. Hermione had bombarded him with dozens of questions on the world of knowledge and Harry fought back the grin that threatened to escape him while she grilled answers out of him. After it had been established that he was safe, unharmed for the most part, and not going to be leaving them anytime soon she wanted him to tell her all of the secrets he had learned. Leave it to Hermione to completely accept the fact that there were beings out there with untold amounts of power and she wanted to know what was in the Daedric Princes' library.

Running a hand through his wild hair, he answered slowly with a small smile as he relished in the feeling of normalcy for once in so long. "Firstly no Ron, according to what I've been told I will be doing his bidding regardless of what I choose. Hermaeus Mora can be almost anywhere at any given time now that his seal has been weakened, there is still a limiter that prevents the Daedric Princes' from entering this realm in their true forms, and yes your correct that is what they are called Hermione." Harry folded his hands in front of him, his elbows resting on his knees as he leaned forward in his chair. His eyes gazed deeply into the fire as he continued to answer the girl's questions.

"I was unfit to be a champion of the Daedra when I entered the realm of Apocrypha, and thus I was to be trained, taught, shaped to be their weapon on this plane." Green eyes turned to look upon the pair of teens who sat across from him, solemn looks on their faces as he spoke. "It is very likely I am going to have to do horrible things... they favor sacrifice and find enjoyment in tormenting mortals, and it wont be just me they will choose."

Ron gulped and Hermione visibly paled at his next words. "I'm going to have to kill people, if I am asked of a task I must complete it and should i displease them by acting against the Daedra..." His face hardened then, and his hands began to turn white from the strength he was clenching them with. "I'm worried they may try to have you killed, Boethiah herself is ruthless and would not bat an eye of attention my way even if i pleaded with her."

It was several moments before anyone spoke, but it was Hermione who placed her hand on his arm in a comforting manner and shook him out of his gloom. A small smile spread across his face at her words, her unanswered questions forgotten.

"We're here for you Harry... I understand that you are bound to them, and it sounds like magic we wouldn't even know where to begin tampering with to get you out of this contract you have entered." She paused, turning her head in Ron's direction.

The tall redhead had moved to stand, and was leaning against the mantle of the fireplace with a thoughtful expression. "Hermione's right Harry, were right at your side mate." He turned back to the fire and looked into it with a tight jaw.

Harry for his part took this as a large step for Ron, the last time he had seen his best friend they had parted on words rather not said. Now even though it had been seven months for him, only a week had passed and Ron was doing his best to quench his jealousy and worry over threat of death and stand true as a friend would. This spoke measures that Harry could not describe in turn of his friends character and although he knew Ron was internally battling with himself, Harry could not fault him.

"There's more... Voldemort is alive." Surprisingly, there was no trademark gasp and it was with a quizzical look that the green eyed teen regarded his friends.

"Well... erm." Ron began, looking uncomfortable and not meeting Harry's eyes. "I suppose when you find out there are demon gods out there who can watch your every move and control you... V-Voldemort isn't such a scary thing."

If it were any other time, Harry would have roared with laughter. Instead he settled on standing up and striding over to the redhead and patting his back. "You know, I've been in a Daedra's realm for seven months... and you're the one who's grown up the most."

The grin that spread on Ron's face was accompanied by an annoyed look in his eyes. "Oi, I get the right to be a git sometimes don't I? Blame it on hormones and all."

Hermione's giggle triggered their laughter and soon the three of them were clutching their sides before all of them gave a unified sigh. Things were going to be alright... at least for now and they would be able to live with that.

"So why did Hermaeus Mora pick you? It seems off to think that you were plucked at random by him." Hermione asked quietly once they had settled back down.

Harry perked up a bit at that, and his demeanor changed to one that neither of his friends had ever seen in him before. Confidence rolled off him in waves, and a feral grin rose to his lips as he reached a hand behind his back and into a small satchel he had placed on his hip. Withdrawing what appeared to a black leather bound book with a strange silver insignia in the center.

"What's that?" Ron questioned, tilting his head as Harry laid the book down on the table with a smirk.

"This Ron, is one of three books I kept from Apocrypha... gifts from Hermaeus Mora for efforts well done."

Hermione leaned in to get a better look at the tome, and her lips quirked in an odd fashion as she read the title on the cover, only to find that she could not understand the language. Pulling out her wand the young witch cast a quick translation charm on the cover of the book, only to find herself even more confused. She picked up the book and turned it over a few times, finding no way to open it. "Harry, what's... Dragonborn?"

Harry did not answer until she placed the tome back on the table, at which point he brought his thumb to his lip and bit. Drawing blood, he held his thumb over the book and watched as the red essence escaped him and landed on the silver insignia with a blinding light.

"I am." He answered, a smirk on his face as the book flung itself open on the table.

The next morning found Harry Potter walking briskly through the halls of Hogwarts with a content air about him. When he had been ordered to return to Gryffindor Tower by his Head of House and change into his school robes; Hermione and Ron told him they would meet him at Charms class as they would likely be finished with breakfast by the time he returned. All as well, they had taken a lot of information in last night and a bit of distance between them would certainly help them swallow it all easier. No Harry's biggest problem was these damned school robes, they bothered him as he was not accustomed to the material anymore. Try as he had to convince her McGonagall insisted that leather armor was not proper school attire. He disagreed wholeheartedly.

"Hi Harry!" A soft, yet bright and enthusiastic voice broke the young man out of his thoughts. "Welcome back."

His gaze rose up from the ground to meet the chocolate colored eyes of Susan Bones, a pretty redheaded Hufflepuff who was quite popular due to her early development. Many a times he had overheard his dorm mates talking about her ample chest and hourglass figure and what they would do to her. Seeing the girl bounding up to him with a spring in her step that caused her bosom to bounce in a way that was drawing many of the boy's stares, well Harry couldn't really blame them anymore for their perverse thoughts.

"Hello Susan." He replied politely, coming to a stop as she did the same. Harry allowed himself to appreciate the girls looks for a quick moment before resting on her face and giving a light smile. She was the first person outside of Gryffindor who had approached him with a bright visage since his return and that kept his interest for the moment. "How are you... heard you were the one who found the Chamber of Secrets open. Am I right?"

Susan's smile widened just a bit as she noticed his eyes roam over her body before she caught his gaze. It was always nice to be noticed after all, and she was rather happy with her body. "Yes I did... gave me a right fright you did. I thought we were going to have second year all over again."

At this, the black haired youth shook his head and gave a light chuckle. "Yea I read the papers, Dark Lord Potter Returns to the Depths." He quoted with a roll of his eyes. "I hope you know I've no intention of picking off the damsels of Hogwarts and stealing them to the dungeons."

The voluptuous redhead attempted to silence a giggle behind her hand and failed. "Oh no Mr. Potter, after last night I'm pretty sure most of the girls around here are going to be trying to drag you off to the nearest broom closet." Her eyes lit up with mirth as she spoke in a teasing infliction.

Harry rose one eyebrow at this statement, and tilted his head innocently. "What do you mean?"

"Oh please! You disappear for a week, right after being picked as a Triwizard Champion and then return in the Great Hall from some other realm wearing that armor and looking all ragged... the whole display quite fetching really." She threw a flirtatious wink at him before flipping her hair over her shoulder with a flourish.

"I see... well I'll have to be sure to keep my eyes peeled for these rabid young ladies, thanks for the heads up Bones." He brushed past her and for a moment Susan deflated as she was dismissed, but her ears perked up as Harry called out to her again. "Susan... you know you can come drag me off to a broom closet any day." It was he who winked this time as he continued walking, albeit backwards.

Harry felt a deep feeling of satisfaction as he watched the Hufflepuff beauty turn bright red and stammer a little before nodding dumbly and being grabbed by Hannah Abbot who turned her away and marched her towards their first class. With a bark of laughter he turned about, and began his own trek to class. He did not take note of the frosty blue eyes which narrowed in annoyance and were burning a hole in the back of his head as he walked away.

Fleur Delacour was not at peace, on the contrary ever since Harry Potter had returned from wherever it was he had been she had been in a state of disarray. It did not help that she had witnessed the exchange between Harry and a redheaded with with a large chest in the halls, jealousy was a feeling unknown to her. Her veela heritage was causing an internal battle within her soul and mind, as such she had not found a moment's rest in little over twenty four hours.

Contrary to popular belief Veela bred pure or not at all. When a veela woman gave birth to a daughter, as was the normal. The child would be full veela, however in the rare occasion that a veela gave birth to a boy the child would merely be human although almost certainly a magical one at that. The concept of half or quarter veela simply was not true although the Wizarding world did not often label these discrepancies and instead merely went along with whatever conclusions so called experts on the subject drew.

Something unknown about the Veela was their mating habits. It was a common belief that veela women took multiple sexual partners to sate their natural lust and sexual nature because one single person was incapable of satisfying them. In actuality, the reason that veela were known for jumping from lover to lover came all down to one simple thing, instinct.

It was veela instinct to want to mate with men who were powerful, and if a veela came into contact with a potentially more powerful mate than the one they were currently with their primal nature would demand that they leave the weak for the strong. Many veela women had attempted to fight the urge, wishing to stay true to the one they loved only to lose out to the lust eventually, regardless of the strength of their will they could not go against their nature. It had been this very reason her race was viewed as "Hussies" or in England the popular term was "Scarlet woman" as many of the Hogwarts girls had called her in hushed whispers as she would pass by.

As she made her way down the length of the Great Hall for supper her eyes narrowed at the sight of the majority of the male population turning their heads to get a look at her. She was not unaccustomed to this sort of attention, however at least in France the men were more discreet about their lecherous glares. There were only a handful who had their gazes elsewhere, one of course was Harry Potter; as she saw him her steps slowed until she came to a halt a bit away from him.

Said young man was currently engaged in a hushed conversation with two tall redheaded twins who's names she could not recall. They kept pointing at a copy of The Daily Prophet with a look of loathing and she watched closely as she saw the words Rita Skeeter form on Harry's lips as he spoke.

Again Fleur felt her body temperature rise as the veela called for her rational mind to shut down and demand that she ravish the young man right there on the spot. The silver haired witch shook her head violently sending flocks of her hair twirling about her while her aura flared at the internal struggle the girl was having.

Suddenly the twin on the right looked up from the paper, and took on a slack-jawed expression before seemingly coming to his senses and nudging his counterpart who raised an eyebrow as he took looked up. In unison the two stood up and addressed Harry.

"Well Harry." The twin on the left began.

"We think we've got it." The one on the right looked down with a smirk as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"From here."

"Leave it to us!" On that note the two turned on their heels and marched out of the hall together, wicked grins on their faces.

The black haired teen looked on with a look of bewilderment as his two friends departed but then shrugged and then looked away, catching the eyes of Fleur Delacour who stood several feet away from him.

For several moments neither spoke and Fleur felt the heat rising in her cheeks as piercing green eyes stared at her with an intensity she had never before witnessed. Her mind was having trouble forming words as her heart beat wildly.

"Is there something you need Miss Delacour?" He spoke barely above a whisper but it was enough to break Fleur out of her trance.

"O-Oui..." She began slowly, a light pink graced her cheeks and she felt a surge of anger rise through her when she saw the young man before her begin to smirk. How could this be happening! She was Fleur Delacour, men fawned over her they did not make her stutter and blush like a little schoolgirl!

Straightening up she strode over and sat across from The Boy Who Lived, taking a deep breath and composing herself before she continued oblivious to the stares she was receiving and the glares that were being directed at Harry.

"I wish to apologize 'Arry... " Fleur met his gaze evenly, folding her hands together and placing them daintily in her lap. "For my treatment of you last week eet was uncalled for" As she spoke, her aura flared out, but she directed it toward the man sitting across from her and watched him carefully.

Harry's eyes seemed to cloud over a bit as he nodded at her words. The effect held for several seconds before he frowned suddenly and narrowed his eyes. "What brought this all on... you've no reason to apologize to me, as it stands we are still competitors in this tournament you know." He reached over and grabbed an apple out of Seamus Finnegan's hand, who was too busy staring dumbly at Fleur to care. "Also I don't appreciate you trying to use your aura to try and get me to accept your apology." He finished with a vicious bite into the apple and glared at her mutely.

The blue eyed beauties eyes widened as she watched Harry shake off the effects of her aura so easily and see through it with reason. "But... 'ow iz zat possible!?" She questioned in awe.

A small chuckle escaped Harry's throat and he rolled up his sleeves, to reveal an intricate design of runes tattooed along his wrists. Tentatively she reached out with her aura and watched as on of the runes on his left wrist seemed to glow a bright white. "I normally wouldn't show this off but it's amusing seeing you so flustered. Their runes i've had to prevent me from being taken under control by effects such as Imperius, ranging all the way to even your Veela powers... there's even one here that stops me from being side apparated, although I forget which one it is." When he rolled up his sleeves and took a deep breath. "I'll accept your apology Miss Delacour on the condition that you never attempt to manipulate me again."

Feeling absolutely ashamed of herself, Fleur looked down at her hands and nodded. This was the second time he had made her feel insignificant in this conversation, never had she felt so embarrassed in all her days. "You 'ave my word..." She spoke timidly. "Forgive me 'Arry, I was worried you would not accept."

He waved off her apology and gave a light grin. "You don't take me as the type of person to use trickery or lie, so I'm going to assume we are going to compete on friendly terms from now on."

She brightened a bit at Harry's words and found herself smiling as she nodded and stood up, extending her hand out to him. "Oui!"

The green eyed teen flashed his new trademark grin thrusting his hand out and seizing hers before shaking it. "Good... well then in the spirit of fairness I believe I should warn you the first task it's-"

Fleur silenced him by putting a finger to his lips, an act which sent a surge of electricity coursing through her though she buried it deep down as she shook her head prettily. "I know..." She trailed off, looking Harry dead in the eyes and mouthing the word. Dragons.

Harry gave her an appraising look and then cast her a curious look before shrugging and standing up. "Best of luck to you Miss Delacour." He took her hand again and made a show of brushing his lips across her knuckle, turning away and walking towards the entrance of the Great Hall.

After the residual pounding in her chest at Harry's gesture, Fleur suddenly shot up and shouted out to him. "Fleur!"

The dark haired teen turned on the spot and his emerald hues stared at her for a moment before breaking out into a wry grin. "Fleur." He replied softly before turning around once more. He had to admit her name tasted well on his lips.

Across the Hall, at the Hufflepuff table Susan Bones gritted her teeth and bent the fork she had been holding as her best friend Hannah Abbott scooted away from her.

That night, deep in the dungeons of Hogwarts a blonde youth paced back and forth in his private chambers his father had paid for. It was good to have connections after all, well certain ones at least. But none of the comforts of his chambers could help him now. Not the large bed that was magically enchanted to induce peaceful sleep, not the warmth of the large fireplace, not the quant sitting area that he often found himself at when he studied could help him relax now.

Potter had disappeared a bit over a week ago and returned just two days ago in a storm of tentacles and black smoke. Not long after that the voices had started and prevented him from sleeping for nearly two days. Potions, calming charms, nothing worked!

"Awaken."

He slammed his head against the wall, there it was again!

"Awaken."

Again he reared his head back, jerking forward with a flourish and leaving a sizeable dent in the wall adjacent to his bed.

"AWAKEN!"

With one last lurch forward, blood began to pour from the young boy's forehead, and he fell back suddenly hitting the ground with a loud bang. 'Finally...' Draco Malfoy thought as the blackness began to overtake his vision. At long last he would be able to sleep. His brow furrowed however when he found that he was not sleeping no this darkness was something else, unnatural and filling him with a sense of dread and excitement.

Groaning he stood up shakily and looked around. "Who's there!" He shouted, a snarl on his lips as he spun about. "WHO ARE YOU!" He screamed grabbing his hair in frustration. A tightening sensation on his throat brought a look of fear into his eyes as Draco was hoisted off the ground.

Suddenly a figure began to appear, starting at the fingers that were clenched around his throat and extended into a pale thin arm that was covered in a shroud. Then a hooded figure came into view, and Draco's brow furrowed as he looked down at the sleek image of a woman that had him at it's mercy. Attempting to gaze at the hooded woman and see her face, he was met with only blackness.

"Greetings loud one... I am Nocturnal."

AN: Well there you have it, if you read please review and do try to say more than "Great Chapter" there's nothing to build off that.