Chapter 8- Flying Lessons Gone Wrong

The weeks of September slid by in a haze of golden sunshine, crisp air and frosty mornings. Their loss of house points had lead to the three of them being rather hated by their fellow Gryffindors
and the punishment of scrubbing the trophy room with toothbrushes had resulted in a mildly penitent trio with a desire to now push the boundaries, a thought that before the event would have been terrifying to Neville and downright heretical to Hermione.

Aralas had settled down in classes and was now more or less on the same page as his class mates, though he still had a habit of asking questions in
class that would drive his teachers round the bend. The biweekly meetings in the staff room after classes with its attendant bottles of alcohol had become a ritual that unbeknownst to the
participants would endure long after the elf left the school.

For what had quickly been labelled the Gryffindor trio by the rest of the school, their early morning and evening climbs had gradually
evolved into an exercise of finding the various safety charms and bypassing them. Some nights would see the three of them prowling the darkened hallways in search of hidden passageways and
secret rooms, not to mention learning to avoid the caretaker Filtch and his demon cat Mrs. Norris. weekends now filled with their physical training and coupled with the mere act of navigating the massive castle had led to Hermione and Neville growing stronger and fitter to keep up with their friend.

It was towards the end of this month that the dates for their first flying lesson was announced. Neville found himself being pestered by his two friends incessantly as they demanded he tell them everything he knew about brooms, Quiditch and everything in-between. The last month had seen a change in the clumsy Gryffindor. hours of work with Farkas and occasionally Karliah had given him coping mechanisms to deal with his affliction. "Every move is deliberate." the dark elf had told him after watching him stumble down from the castle.

"Never make a move without knowing exactly what you want to be the outcome." he had latched onto this advice and would now only make carefully planned out motions. contemplating everything from standing up to reaching for the salt at the table. the end result being that his ability to remain vertical had increased.

Hermione had recived similar lessons. Serana had taken it upon herself to aid the young bookworm, preaching the values of observation and questioning what was assumed to be truth, shaking the young girls faith in authority with tales of her own dysfunctional family and the result of her blind trust in her mother.

Meanwhile Aralas found himself on the receiving end of harsh training that pushed him harder then when at home. Farkas's excuse being that since he wasn't training every day he would have to work harder to make up the difference.

On the day of their first flying lesson the three walked side by side down the lawn to where the class would be held. "Flying with the Slytherins" Neville sighed as he moved deliberately next to Aralas
with a steadier gate then what he had possessed a few weeks ago.

Aralas nodded looking to were the knot of green accented students were forming, Draco Malfoy holding court with his bookend
thugs and the pug faced Pansy Parkinson and muttered "I still think most of his flying stories are all troll shi.."

"Language" Hermione interrupted then cocked her head to the side "though probably accurate" she acknowledged. "and my guess is that Weasely is full of it too" she added looking to where the young red head stood, regaling his uninterested yet captive audience with extremely unlikely tails of aerial daring do.

They eventually all stood in two parallel lines facing the hawkeyed instructor who reminded Aralas of a hunter he had met near Whiterun, eyes fixing on her prey with laser focus. "Welcome to
your first flying lesson, I am your instructor Madam Hooch. There will be no fooling around in this class or you will be out faster then you can say Quiditch" she informed them sternly.

She stalked down the aisle formed by the two lines and began. "The first thing I want you to do is to stick your hand over the broom and say Up" she instructed them, standing now at the end and observing them with her birdlike yellow eyes.

Aralas turned and stared at the broom on the ground, it looked rather sorry, its handle was scuffed and greying with ages, its twigs poked out at odd angles and looked rather tattered. He stuck his hand over the broom and instinctively reached for his magic "Up" he commanded. The broom leapt into the air but instead of ending its journey in his hand, the broom twisted and halted in front of him like it was waiting for him to mount it. Aralas stared in shock at his now green glowing hand and the hovering broom, hurriedly reaching out to snatch it from the air before the air before the teacher noticed, but too late. "Mr. Stillglade, what did you do?" Demanded Madame Hooch, striding forward to stand in front of him.

"I just followed the instructions" he told her, staring straight ahead as if she were an imperial drill sergeant.

"Hmmph" the woman muttered before turning away and returning to the front of the class "Min did warn me to watch out for that one" she muttered under her breath, unaware that Aralas's sensitive ears had caught her words. Hermione's and Neville's brooms unfortunately did the same thing as his, which caused Madam Hooch to close her eyes and count backwards from five before continuing the class. The three were delighted to hear that both Malfoy and Weasely had apparently been holding their brooms wrong for years.

then once they were all perfectly situated she informed them of how to kick off from the ground and instructed them to hover at around ten feet. Aralas and his friends obey the order but it was once they were in the air that the trouble started.

Aralas felt his feet leave the ground, air was all around him. In that moment his Dovah Sil broke loose with a vengeance overriding his mind and shoving it into the space it had once occupied.

Instinctively he angled up, spinning like a dervish as he aimed for the clouds, a joyous euphoria filled his chest, bubbling like a laugh. Then as he leveled off near the top of the castles highest tower he Shouted "JIIK BOD STIN" [joy flight freedom]

His Thu'um shook the castle as a blue aura appeared over him he was lost to the world as we swooped and dove, his Dovah Sil reveling in its freedom and suppressing his mortal mind in the joy of flight.

A red beam flew at his back and he twisted away with a snarl, looking over his shoulder to see a figure in black on a broom aiming a stick at him "Meyus joor!" [foolish mortal] he cried his eyes glowing a harsh gold "Zu'u fent kriin hi kolos hi kriist!" [I shall slay you where you stand] and with that he spun in mid air, swinging from his broom and throwing himself at his teacher, teeth bared as he prepared to rip her throat out with what his soul told him were fangs.

Madam hooch stared at the child whose eye now glowed like molten gold he leapt of his broom using it to propel himself towards her. the broom then followed the boy. Using her skill as a beater she twisted away, looking back in time to see the boy catch his broom with both hands, swing around it like a gymnast and threw his body towards her using his new momentum.

what followed was described latter by students on the ground as a deadly game of tag with what appeared to be a human bludger that screamed in a language none could understand, though a few cause a blast of energy to nearly knock the teacher from the skies and caused her to doge jets of flame, frost and lightning. Aralas bounced off of walls, roofs and his own broom as his Dovah Sil attempted to kill the rival in what he thought to be his territory.

It was ten minutes later when Madam Hooch finally got in a lucky stunner that hit the boy square in the chest which knocked him off course, the follow up three stunners finally overcame him and he slumped unconscious as he fell towards the ground. Only a swift levitation charm from a waiting Minerva McGonagall kept him from dashing against the ground and becoming a Bosmer shaped splatter on the ground. As Hooch landed in became apparent that she had not escaped the fight unscathed, her left sleeve was gone from where she had torn the burning cloth away, her face had a long set of three gouge marks extending from her temple too her chin, a quick glance at Aralas confirmed they were from his left had.

Her hair was filled with frost and her eyebrows were singed from a lightning blast. The young Dragonborn was quickly bound and escorted to the hospital wing by three teachers with a limping madam Hooch
followed, turning away all attempts at help.

With their class cut short the students began to talk of what they had just seen. "Did you see that?" Malfoy's voice rose over the hubbub and reached Neville's ears "Couldn't even fly properly" the young blond sneered to the agreeing jeers of his cronies "Such a savage, going into a berserk fit from flying" he continued "This is why freaks like him should be kept from Hogwarts."

Neville had heard enough, he turned, his eyes filled with fury and rushed for the Slytherin. Hermione saw what was about to happen and leapt for the furious boy, but too late. In a move taught by Farkas he slammed his left shoulder into Malfoy's stomach holding his left arm like a shield and flipping the ponce over his shoulder with his momentum before turning and where Malfoy had picked himself up and
delivering a punishing blow to Malfoy's tottering form in the jaw.

"You bloody Prat!" He screamed his arms straining as he heaved the boy up and throwing him back as he threw another punch "You ferret faced son of a sewer rat!" he stood over the Slytherin, his face was red and his eyes nearly glowing with his rage as he stared at his prone and bleeding foe "You have no idea what just happened and now your trying to get him thrown out!" He screamed at the boy, unaware of the fact that Professor Sinistra had remained to watch them and had seen the whole exchange.

"MR LONGBOTTOM! " She cried striding towards them "How dare you resort to violence!" she now stood between Neville and his victim. Draco lay on the ground in shock, he had never really experienced pain and now here he was with blood pouring down his uniform and the squib was responsible.

Sinistra continued to berate Neville, but the young Longbottom scion was still running off of his rage "He insulted my friend, whose honour I defended" he snarled at the teacher, shocking everyone except Hermione.

Farkas had lectured them all extensively on loyalty to your shield siblings and Neville had taken those lectures to heart and now had defended his comrade in a thoroughly Skyrim companion approved method, by beating the snot out of the his enemy.

Sinistra stared at the once shy boy, trying to reconcile him with the Neville who had stuttered through his first few classes with this enraged Barbarian. She looked at the last member of the trio who was usually the voice of reason but saw only steely determination and agreement. She had heard of the Granger girl's proficiency with magic and after seeing the look in the young witch's eyes was fairly glad that Neville had been the first to react.

"Detention Mr. Longbottom and twenty points from Gryffindor." she told the boy before adding "And shouldn't you be with your friend." This though hit the two of them and they took off like shots toward the hospital wing, leaving Professor Sinistra to tend to the bleeding Heir to house Malfoy.

Silandra at her desk in the Winterhold collage. She flipped through the changes she intended to push through to allow the collage to offer a more complete education to it's students at a much younger age.
the idea had been fermenting in her mind for years as she had watched her growing son but had been pushed through by her tour of Hogwarts.

She loved the idea of a school giving a comprehensive
education from a young age. Already she had finished the basic proposal. Lessons in all the schools of magic and extending to survival, smithing, academia, and combat. She smiled to herself, a school to
educate her son and younger generations on how to survive in today's Tameriel and offer an education that would allow a higher quality of mage and fighter to exist.

Financed by her immense wealth and supplemented by the small admission fee of one hundred septims for a years tuition she was sure that it would pull the collage to heights that would rival the Cyrodillic Arcane University and eradicate the Nordic fear of magic.

Her musings were interrupted by a flare of light that indicated a message from her son. She smiled at the young Snowy that landed on her desk "Hello Hedwig, how are you?" she asked the snowy cordially.

"I am well, but your son is not, the pride lady gave me this letter for you and said it was urgent" the owl said ruffling her feathers in agitation and holding out the envelope.

Smile now gone Silandra slit it open and read its contents before leaping up crying "Auriel's Light!" before running to a chest near her alchemy station and grabbing nearly every potion and herb she had collected there before opening her portal to her child. The note lay on her desk where it had fallen its message clear:

Archmage,

your son was injured in a flying class, we urgently request you aid.

Dumbledore.

She burst into their healing ward in a flurry of maternal angst and professional calm.

Her son was tied to the bed, unconscious as the schools healer waved her wand in complex motions over the boy. "Archmage, thank goodness your here" Dumbledore stood in her way, his blue eyes filled with worry and unintentionally putting himself in danger of bodily harm by placing himself between a female dragon and her hatchling.

"Move" she told him striding forward. Something in her voice must have warned him because he vacated her path swiftly. She stood by the bedside and stared down at her child "What happened?" she demanded of the healer, her hands filling with soft golden light as she too began running a diagnostic spell. The answer was bewildering, there appeared to be nothing wrong with her child. Yet he was unconscious.

"He was in his flying class." the healer told her "Apparently once he got into the air he went berserk, flying up beyond the safety limits and performing dangerous maneuvers. Then ignoring the instructors warnings. She chased him up and tried to coax him down. When he continued to ignore her she sent a warning flash of light at him. he then turned around and proceeded to attack her." The healer gestured over to a woman with short grey hair and hawk yellow eyes in black robes designed to stay close to the body and allow for freedom of movement.

Silandra turned away from Aralas and took note of the torn off sleeve the scorch marks and the bloody scratches that were now healed but still outlined in blood. "What more can you tell me?" she demanded

"When he got into the air, before he went bonkers he shouted something, some kind of spell it covered him in blue light and then he just went insane." the woman answered

"what words?" Silandra asked fearfully.

The woman thought for a moment "It sounded like Jeek bodstin" she answered then cocked her head to the side "come to think of it his eyes were glowing gold when he came at me, kept calling me joor and screaming at me in another language, he seemed almost like a wild animal" she said.

Silandra's heart almost stopped, golden eyes. His Dovah Sil. Turning back to her son she felt a cold dread seep into her gut. "We need to wake him" she told the healer, her voice an expressionless monotone. "

Are you insane?" the instructor asked incredulously "It took my five stunners to knock the boy out, who knows what he'll do if he wakes up?"

The Dragonborn turned her eyes to Dumbledore. "I will need a wizard to accompany me to my world in order to wake him. I will need the space and help from my mentor in this." There was several protests from the staff but she remained unmoved "this must be down now before his Dovah Sil displaces his Bosmeri mind" she told then succinctly.

In the end they acquiesced and Dumbledore accompanied the still form of Aralas and his mother through the portal. They appeared in what appeared to be the top of the mountain. The afternoon sun streamed down and turned the snow fields a blinding white.

A massive form settled down on a crumbling wall and a flurry of snow before revealing itself to be a massive dragon. "Drem Yol Lok Dovahkiin, what brings you to my mountain?" he rumbled, causing the teacher to jump, and reach for his wand.

But before he could do anything Silandra spoke to the beast. "Drem yol Lok Parthunax, I wish this were a time for Tinvok, but this matter is urgent." She gestured to her still bound and unconscious son. "Aralas's Dovah Sil has overpowered his mind and is attempting to dominate his fellow students and teachers. Do you know of a way to cause it to retreat?" she asked, desperation clawing at her heart.

The ancient being sat still for many minutes, hmming and hawwing as he thought. Eventually he turned his head back to her. "His Doavah Sil leads him so treat him as a Dov. Show him your Thu'um is stronger and convince it to return to dormancy. Then you must find out what caused it and prevent it from happening again until he has more control."

Silandra bowed her head "May I use your mountain as a place to do so?" She asked hopefully.

The dragon nodded "Geh, but I do not recommend any witness tis battle." he turned to the terran wizard "Return to your world Joor this is not for you to see" he told the headmaster.

Silandra nodded and gestured. A portal sprang into existence "wake him just before I close it" she instructed, all but herding Dumbledore through. Dumbledore barely had time to cast the Enervate spell before the portal cut off.

(A/N the following dialogue is all in Dovahzul) She stood and waited, the spell had hit and his glowing golden eyes had opened slowly, then he strained against his bonds and snapped them like cobwebs.

He snarled as he sprang to his feet "where am I?" he demanded, his voice far deeper then usual.

Silandra allowed her dragon to surface but held it on a tight reign "You are at the throat of the world, now bow down and respect your better, hatchling" she growled at him.

With a furious roar he launched himself at her only to be blasted back by her shout of "FUS" he picked his body up and lunged at her again this time suffering from a blow of "Fus Ro" his eyes looked dazed but he doggedly heaved himself up and shouted at her "Fus Ro Da!"

his Thu'um was weak compared to hers and barely knocked her back a step. She snarled and gathered her voice "Yol!" she cried and he was engulfed by flames, she saw him struggle under their weight before falling to his knees within the blazing inferno and once the fires had passed he stayed there, his head hanging in defeat.

"You are still superior" he acquiesced.

"Return to the dark of the mind youngling or I shall be forced to make you" she snarled at it.

With a cry the dragon soul retreated, leaving his eyes soft forest green again as opposed to harsh gold. Aralas blinked at her twice before rasping out "Mama?" and pitching head first into the snow in a dead faint. She smiled softly and picked the boy up. Wrapping him in her outer robe and sprinting down to the monastery below.

It was nearly a week before Aralas returned to school dressed in a set of thick grey robes and with a more subdued attitude. When pressed his answer was that spending a week in high Hrothgar would do that to anyone and silence if pressed further.

He had approached Madam Hooch at the breakfast table and bowed low before speaking to her in a quiet voice so only she could hear. What ever he had said had lead to the flying instructor walking round the table and hugging the young elf gently before sending him back to his table.

He had smiled at the story of why Neville now had a months worth of detention in the hospital wings and why Gryffindor was twenty points less. Malfoy and his cronies had sent some truly nasty torments at him in a merciless bid to spark another episode to get him expelled but in vain.

Eventually he had explained what had happened to his friends, he had explained how the act of flying had caused his Dragon soul to overpower his mind and how he had been lost to the dragon until his mother had literally beaten it back into his subconscious.

The two humans had listened and after a deep discussion had decided it didn't change anything about their friendship. He had hugged them in tears that night. An end result of this even though led to Aralas being banned from flying until such a time as he could keep his soul in check.

"Before you leave I have an announcement for you all" McGonagall told them as the bell rang, pausing them in their rush to pack up.

"Yesterday we recived an invitation for all first year students to go on a field trip to the Winterhold college of Skyrim." this caused many of the students to begin talking excitedly before quieting under McGonagall's stern glare.

"This field trip has been approved by the board of governors and will be for the week before Halloween. It will include a tour of the college, a tour of the ancient ruins of Saarthal, a series of introductory classes in their magic and a day trip to the capital of Solitude during Market day." She held up a stack of papers "these are the information packets, the fieldtrip is being funded by the Thane of Skyrim, an extremely wealthy and influential member of society and advisor to their high queen in partnership with the Archmage of the College."

She paused and looked over them "This is a once in a life opportunity and you will be representing not only our school, but our world. For those of you that go, know that you will be considered ambassadors of our world and society. Also once the numbers are confirmed you be required to attended a session on Tamrielic etiquette and culture with Mr. Stillglade to prevent embarrassment."

This caused several glares to be sent in Aralas's general direction, still unpopular after his point loss and feared after his flying incident. These glares were not lost on McGonagall who cleared her throat .

"For those who feel worried about Mr. Stillglade after the flying incident know that it was due to a medical condition that in not contagious and now fully under control. Also know that forms have been sent to your parents already so as to ensure that no one forgets and that all are readily informed." she smiled thinly at them all "Dismissed.

A/N

Hey everyone I'm alive! big surprise I know. So I am truly sorry of leaving you lot high and dry for so long but I have been having a devil of a time with the hydra known as life... anyone know how this monster is vanquished? Any who I am sorry this is so short and I hoe you enjoy this twist on the flying lesson. And Ahh Halloween, a time for redemption friendship and TROLLS! Mwaahahahahahahahaahha anyway hope you all enjoy and to anyone out there loyal to this story, I beg you aid me in my defence against the hordes that come for me with of torches and pitchforks.

Safe