Prologue
BOOM
A loud explosion shook the Earth as a massive Dragon with brown scales crashed into the ground.
The Dragon was covered in cuts and slashes, a wing torn off as it struggled to even move.
As the massive being struggled to move, a figure emerged in a swirl of shadows, causing the massive Dragon to struggle even more, attempting to move despite its muscles failing.
"Riil Dovahkiin" The Dragon spoke as the figure walked towards it.
As the shadows faded, the figure was revealed.
With a monstrous Daedric two handed sword on his back, wearing Daedric Armour, the figure walked towards the Dragon with confidence.
As the man reached the scaled being, he reached up, grabbing his helmet with a single hand and pulling off his helmet, revealing long brown hair reaching down to his shoulders, a goatee and golden reptilian eyes.
As identical eyes stare at each other, the man narrows his eyes, his fists clenched as he holds his helmet.
"Any last words?" The man asks, his voice deep and masculine.
"Nahgahdinok" The Dragon spoke, rage brimming in its eyes.
The man merely cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes. I am. But don't worry, I don't use Necromancy on family" The man says, placing his helmet back on and drawing his Greatsword, raising it high, before bringing it down with a mighty swing.
-Change-
Harry James Potter is a handsome 21 year old man, with messy raven black hair, a shaved face with glasses as emerald green eyes shone behind the frame.
Currently seated on a chair in St Mungo's the handsome man waited impatiently as a young boy sat beside him.
The young boy was around 4 years old, with cute chubby cheeks and hair that continued to cycle between colours, with red and yellow being the most common at the moment. This young boy is Teddy Lupin Tonks, though the boy prefers Teddy Potter, having been raised by the man beside him.
Rubbing his hands with a nervous expression, the man perked up as a young woman stepped out from one of the doors, causing Harry to stand up, looking at her with an expectant look.
The woman smiled and nodded to the young man.
"Mrs Potter is tired but she is fine, along with your newborn son" She says, causing the male Potter to let out a sigh of relief. "You can come and see your newborn son now"
With that, Harry with Teddy at his side, entered the room to see Ginny Potter, nee Weasley, holding a small bundle in her arms, a tired but happy expression on her face.
Seeing her Husband and adopted son enter the room, the red haired woman smiled brightly at them and moved the bundle slightly, allowing both male's to see the sleeping newborn.
With a tuft of red hair on his head, the baby boy had adorable chubby cheeks that caused Teddy to look at the newborn with an awed expression.
"He's beautiful," Harry says with a soft smile.
Ginny giggled before looking at Teddy, watching as the Metamorphmagus' hair switched through multiple colours.
"Teddy, don't you want to get a closer look at your brother?" The red haired woman asks, causing the young boy to look up at his adoptive mother.
Not saying a word, Teddy rapidly nodded his head, causing both parents to laugh in amusement.
Taking a step forward, the Metamorphmagus moved to Ginny's side, looking at the baby boy with a shine in his eyes.
"Do you want to hold him?" Harry asks, noting the way Teddy was getting even closer to the newborn.
Teddy merely nodded his head.
Smiling softly, Harry picked Teddy up, placing him on the bed beside Ginny, as the red haired woman assisted the Metamorphmagus in holding the baby boy.
The baby stirred, his eyes opening to reveal identical emerald green eyes to that of his father.
Teddy gasped in awe and turned to Harry.
"Daddy, look" The young boy says, causing both Ginny and Harry to look at their newborn son and smile as they see his eyes.
"Look at that honey. He has your eyes" The female Potter says.
Harry smiled as a tear slid down his face.
"No. He has his grandmother's eyes" The handsome man says.
Unseen by any of them, the baby boy's eyes flashed gold, becoming more reptilian before reverting back to its original emerald green as the newborn fell asleep once more.
-Time Skip-
He was 4 when his memories started to return.
Nightmares plagued him for weeks on end as the memories returned, Deadra, Dragons, Draugr and all other types of monsters haunted his dreams, blood and death following every dream that occured.
James Sirius Potter became fully aware of who he once was when the dreams became more common.
He was a Dragonborn, a Mortal with the soul of a Dragon.
At first James thought that him being a Dragonborn was just some made up person he created to make sense of the constant nightmares that plagued him, even the Thuums that he attempted proved that he couldn't shout.
Until he understood the concept of the words.
While the memories continued to come back slowly, James came to understand that he was a Dragonborn when he understood the word Fus, allowing him to use the power to destroy the wall in his bedroom.
Thankfully his family came to think of it as a burst of accidental Magic.
Currently standing in his room, James held his hand out, his eyes filled with concentration and determination as the young redhead took a deep breath.
Slowly, dark energy began to swirl around the young Potter's hand as it began to glow a dark purple. But as quickly as it came, so too did it vanish.
Letting out a gasping breath, James fell to his knees, his body drenched in sweat as he struggled to breath.
Damnit! I couldn't even cast a familiar!? It's a Novice spell! The young Potter yelled in his mind, cursing his young body and lack of Magicka, though the people here just called it Magic.
One thing that James had noticed when regaining his memories of his past life is that the Wizarding World knew so very little of their Magic, where it comes from and how to properly utilise it.
From what he understood, everyone used Wands to cast Magic, claiming that Wandless Magic can only be used by the most powerful of Wizards and required a lot of dedication. Which was complete and utter bullshit.
James, thanks to his memories as the Dragonborn, knew that one of the main reasons people couldn't use Wandless Magic was because they quite literally became shackled by their wands, relying on it to the point where they evolved to quite literally be reliant on the damned crutches.
If it wasn't for his knowledge of how Magicka worked, James was certain that he wouldn't even be able to begin casting a Novice Familiar spell.
Letting out a tired breath, the red haired boy growled in frustration as he shook his head.
This was embarrassing. He didn't even get a quarter through casting the damned spell before failing and falling to his knees.
How in Oblivion did I go from being able to cast an army of undead to not even being able to get through even a quarter of a Novice spell!? James shouted in his mind.
In his past life, the Dragonborn had learned all sorts of spells, ranging from Alteration to Destruction, but while he learned a few of the higher spells such as Fireball and Ironskin, the Dragonborn's true focus was on Conjuration, more specifically Necromancy.
James knew that his world frowned on the art of Necromancy, demonising it which was understandable, even in his past life Necromancy was not very liked, due to practically every single Necromancer losing their minds and becoming addicted to the feeling of defying Death itself, resulting in them seeking to taking over the world.
But the Dragonborn was one of the few exceptions. After fighting against his Dragonsoul and holding back the desire to dominate others, the Dragonborn had the will to not lose himself from defying Death.
Novice Necromancer's had the easiest when it comes to keeping to themselves, but it did not mean that they succeeded in doing so. The feeling of bringing something back from the dead and to have it at your command was an addicting sensation, one that many, if not all fell for.
But the Dragonborn was a Master in Necromancy, capable of summoning hundreds of undead to his command while staying true to himself.
But what set him apart from all the other Necromancers was that he led the army from the front, charging alongside the undead with a massive two handed sword in hand, slashing through opposing enemies and bringing them back from the dead, further increasing his numbers made the Dragonborn a feared opponent.
Shaking his head once more, James sighed and let out a growl of frustration as he pushed himself up to his feet, wiping the sweat off his face as he contemplated his options.
With how little Magicka he had, the young Potter knew that he would have to focus on Novice destruction spells with how little Magicka was required to actually cast said spells, thus increasing the amount of Magicka he can store within himself without actually bringing himself to his knees everytime and also mastering the spells itself, thus reducing the amount of Magicka required to cast the spells.
"James! Dinner's ready" A voice called out, causing the red haired boy to perk up.
Straightening out his clothes, James opened the door to his room and made his way through the corridor, going down a flight of stairs and turning to see his mother, Ginny Potter, sitting at the dining table with a smile on her face.
"Hey Mum" James greeted.
Ginny smiled and gave her son a kiss on the cheek as he passed her, sitting at one of the chairs as he waited.
It didn't take long for a pair of footsteps to make their way down the stairs were a 8 year old Teddy ran around the corner with a 25 year old Harry Potter following right behind him. But what caught James' attention was the babbling baby in his father's arms.
Albus Severus Potter is an adorable 1 year old baby. James understood why his father named his brother after Albus Dumbledore, but why Severus Snape.
The young redhead was aware of what Severus Snape had done for Harry, but James also knew what kind of man he was. Despite their attempts, neither Ronald Weasley, Hermione Weasley and Harry Potter could hide the dislike in their eyes and many people such as George Weasley could not help but comment under their breath the distaste they had for the deceased man.
From what the young Potter could put together, Severus Snape was a spiteful and pathetic man who only cared about himself and only protected Lily Potter nee Evans, not because he loved her, but because he was obsessed with her. Obsessed with the Idea of her.
James had heard mumbles of how his grandfather, James Fleamont Potter was a bully to Snape when the raven haired man was drunk on the Anniversary of Voldemort's defeat after honouring those who were not here today, and from what James Sirius Potter could understand, was that Harry only seen a mere moment of what his father was like to an enemy, but not the normal dynamic between both James Fleamont Potter and Severus Snape.
If James Sirius was a betting man, or boy now, he would put his money on the normal back and forth between his grandfather and Severus Snape being less one sided and more spell for spell, one side gaining the edge over the other one moment and then the other getting an advantage and turning the tide.
But sadly, Harry Potter already had his mind settled on it being more one sided between his father and Snape.
"Sorry about that, little Albus used accidental Magic and locked the door on us" Harry says, giving a pointed look at the giggling baby.
Shaking his head with a smile, the elder male Potter sat next to his wife, placing his youngest son on a high chair while Teddy sat beside James.
What followed was a nice quiet evening with the family eating, enjoying the atmosphere while Albus stared at Teddy as the older boy's hair went through cycles of colours.
Watching the happy family with a soft and sad smile, James knew that his past life did not have the luxury of peace. Not only was the Dragonborn an orphan, having watched a group of bandits kill his father and rape his mother and sister, he was also forced to fight Dragons, despite having no desire to go out of his way to help anyone due to the trauma of the bandit attack, but also ordered by those who believed themselves his superior.
Of course the Dragonborn was many things, but he was no one's attack dog or slave. This resulted in from the arrogant noble to the so called 'invincible' Kings to lie on the ground, blood covering the floors as they stared up in fear at the golden reptilian eyes of the Dragonborn in their last moments.
Too much suffering for one lifetime James thought to himself, biting into his food in the hopes to distract himself from the memories that started to come to the front of his mind.
-Flashback-
Walking through the streets of a well built Village, a figure made his way into the nearby tavern, wearing a dark cloak with a massive ebony sword on his back.
Opening the door, the figure felt the warmth of the nearby fire as he entered the tavern.
Looking around, the figure noted the immediate eyes that were drawn to him.
Ignoring the stares and looks of fear, the figure made his way towards the bar and placed a few bronze coins on the table.
"Some mead" The figure says, placing both hands on the counter.
The bartender, a young girl in her late teens, nodded her head and turned to some tankards, grabbing some mead and placing it under the tap, filling it up to the brim before placing it in front of the figure.
Giving the young girl a nod of thanks, the figure grabbed the mug and sipped it.
As the figure relaxed, he noted that all the watchful eyes slowly started to move away from him with some people relaxing.
Most likely thinking I'm a bandit. Good, they at least aren't naive enough to trust anyone that just walks in. But at least keep them in view The figure thought, shaking his head and having another drink of his mead.
As the figure relaxed, he perked up as he heard the whispers.
"So is it true?" A man asked another, a group huddled in the corner, enjoying their mead.
"what?" A man, well built with a thick beard asked.
"The Dragon. They say a Dragon was spotted just over the mountain" The first man answered.
This interested the figure, his eyes turned to the young girl as she hummed a tune, cleaning a nearby mug with a towel.
"I heard a Dragon was spotted nearby, Is that true?" The figure asks, causing the young girl to perk up.
"Oh, uhm. I don't know but I have been hearing it for quite some time now. Sorry but I don't know anymore" The young girl apologised.
The figure shook his head and waved his hand.
"Don't apologise. You answered my question and that's good enough for me" He says, causing the girl to smile at him and nod her head.
Just then, the sounds of clopping horse shoes caught the attention of everyone as several well armoured men entered the tavern.
The men in question wore identical armour with an emblem on their chest.
The figure immediately recognised it as the emblem of the nearby Kingdom.
Oh great. Soldiers The man thought to himself, shaking his head as he turned his attention back to his drink.
The soldiers made their way towards the front, the leading soldier placed a silver coin on the table, giving the young girl a warm smile.
"Some mead please" The man says.
The young girl nodded her head and began making the drinks.
The soldiers sat down near the figure as he kept his eyes on his mug. Once the drinks were set in front of the soldiers they began to drink, chatting and laughing as they had a break.
After some time had passed, the figure saw one of the soldiers eyeing up the young girl with a smile.
This caused the figure to narrow his eyes, though this was unnoticed under the shadows of his hood.
After some more time passed, nothing really happened, until the man in question stood up, making his way to the young girl with what he most likely believed was swagger.
"Hello beautiful, how about you and I spend a night together, huh?" The soldier flirted.
The young girl looked at him with a nervous expression.
"Uhm, sorry but I'm not really interested" The girl apologised.
The soldier didn't take too kindly to this as a dark look formed on his face.
"Not interested? I was being nice before but I ain't now" The soldier says, grabbing the girl's arm, causing her to tense, her eyes filled with fear.
The soldier who had ordered for the group sighed.
"Hey man, just leave it be. She's not interested" The leader says softly, hoping to calm the man down.
"Like Oblivion I will leave it be! We help protect these lands and we can't even be properly rewarded when we need to relax!" The soldier snapped.
The girl was on the verge of breaking down as tears began welling up in her eyes.
Several nearby residents saw the commotion, many looking on in anger but unable to do anything but watch.
"I don't think she likes being touched" The figure spoke, causing everyone's attention to turn to the cloaked man.
"Oh really, do you think I care?" The soldier taunted.
The figure said nothing, taking a sip of his mead before turning his head slightly, only the lower half of his face visible to everyone.
"No, I don't. But what you should care about is what will happen. You say you aren't properly rewarded. Last I recall, you lot get quite the gold for your work. Especially compared to most peasants" The figure says.
"I should care what will happen? And what will happen, huh?" The soldier says arrogantly, releasing his hold of the girl's arm and making his way towards the cloaked man. "Are you going to do something? Because I can tell you what will happen. I kick your ass, get you locked in prison for the rest of your pathetic life while I make you watch as I plough your yak of a mother" The soldier taunted once more.
It happened so quickly, no one had time to react and could only watch as the figure moved like a blur, grabbing the soldier's throat and raising him up off the ground with unnatural strength.
"Glrrghh" The soldier choked, his legs flailing as his hands grasped the hand around his throat, eyes wide with shock and horror.
The figure's hood had fallen back from his speed, revealing the brown hair of the man, but what everyone saw was his golden reptilian eyes.
"Golden eyes of a Dragon in the form of a man, carrying a sword the size of a man. It's the Dragonborn" One of the nearby watchers murmured in shock.
Many people gasped upon hearing it while the soldiers paled significantly.
"Isn't that odd. You have yet to kick my ass. Now let me tell you what is going to happen now. I am going to snap your neck like a twig, ending your pathetic life, before throwing away your body without a care of what happens to your corpse and then I am going to walk away, with no one able to stop me. How does that sound?" The Dragonborn asks rhetorically, his voice cold and his eyes brimming with rage.
The Leader of the soldiers hesitantly stood up, shaking like a leaf as he toom a step forward.
"S-Sir… Uhm, L-Lord D-Dragonborn. I apologise for m-my friend here. It will never happen again, I swear it. W-Would you please release him" The leader stuttered.
The Dragonborn turned to the Leader, his eyes blank as he stared into the man's soul.
Crack
The sound of the soldier's neck cracking echoed through the tavern as his body went limp.
Without a care, the Dragonborn threw the corpse onto the ground before placing several gold coins on the table, looking at the young girl who stared at him in awe.
"This is for the trouble" The Dragonborn says before finishing his mug and walking away.
The soldiers wanted nothing more than to avenge their now deceased friend but they could do nothing, knowing that challenging the Dragonborn was a death wish.
And with that, the door to the tavern opened and the Dragonborn left, covering his head with the hood as the door slammed behind him.
-Flashback End-
James had just finished running laps around the backyard when he entered the living room to find the smiling faces of his family along with Ronald Weasley and Hermione Weasley nee Granger along with their child, 3 year old Rose Weasley and 1 year old Hugo Weasley.
"Oh, hey James, say hi to your Aunt and Uncle" Harry says with a smile.
James nodded to the both of them.
"Hey Auntie Hermione, Uncle Ron" The young Potter greets.
"Hello James, how have you been?" Hermione asks with a warm smile on her face.
The red haired boy shrugged his shoulders.
"I've been good" The reincarnated Dragonborn answers.
Ginny smiled but then blinked in surprise as she noticed a slight shine to her son's skin.
"James, are you sweating?" The red haired mother asks, moving towards her son to inspect him. "You are. Are you sick?" Ginny asks, placing the back of her hand against James' forehead.
The young boy rolled his eyes as he grasped his mother's hand, lowering it from his forehead.
"Mum, relax. I was just outside going for a run" James answers.
Ronald lets out a laugh as he grins at the young boy.
"Ah, it makes sense. You're planning to get into Quidditch, aren't you?" The man says.
James gave Ron a deadpan and responded with an emotionless tone.
"No," The red haired boy answered.
Ronald blinked in surprise as he looked at the eldest son of Harry Potter like he was crazy.
"What do you mean, no!? You have to be crazy not to want to play Quidditch" Ron exclaimed in disbelief.
Hermione sighed and shook her head tiredly.
"Ronald, not everyone wants to play Quidditch" The bushy haired woman says with an annoyed tone.
"Oh come on Honey. It's Quidditch!" The red haired man says with a goofy smile.
The young woman rolled her eyes with an amused expression but said nothing more.
Ron smirked before turning to his Nephew.
"So how come you don't want to play Quidditch? Everyone likes Quidditch" Ronald asks.
James meanwhile cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh yes, because I absolutely love the feeling of sitting on a massive stick" The young boy says, causing Harry, who had had a sip of Butterbeer, to perform a spit take.
Everyone looked at the reincarnation of the Dragonborn, wide eyed at what he insinuated.
"Uhm… Harry, what exactly are you teaching the little guy?" Ron asks, a slightly worried expression on his face.
Hermione meanwhile was giving James a calculating look.
"James. There is something you aren't telling us" The bushy haired woman stated, causing James to freeze.
Crap The young boy cursed.
Ginny glanced at Hermione to see her serious expression and focused her attention back on her son.
"Hermione's right. James, what aren't you telling us?" The red haired woman asks, a worried expression on her face.
The young Potter looked down at the ground with a look of contemplation. All 4 adults could see the internal struggle in James' eyes and Harry stepped forward, kneeling before his son and placing a hand on the young boy's shoulder.
James looked up in surprise to see his father's soft expression.
"Don't worry James. If you can't tell us now, we can wait until you're ready" Harry says, comforting the young boy.
James felt the weight on his shoulders vanish and confidence filled him.
"No. I-I think it's best if you know. If you all know" The red haired boy says, looking at his family.
"Do you want Teddy to leave? If you feel uncomfortable with him knowing it's fine" Harry asks, causing James attention to turn to his adoptive brother.
After a few moments of contemplation, the young boy shook his head.
"No, Teddy deserves to know" The young Potter says, trying to remain strong.
Harry gave James a worried look but conceded, nodding his head and taking a step back, returning to his previous spot as James took a deep calming breath.
"Honestly I still don't know what to think about it. But maybe you can help me" The young boy says, trying to give the adults a confident smile but coming out more as a grimace.
"Don't worry little guy, we're here for you" Ron says, nodding to the young boy.
Taking a deep breath, James spoke.
"It started when I began having nightmares" The young boy began.
Harry meanwhile made a noise of amusement.
"Oh yeah, he kept me and Ginny up as much as you did when you were a baby" The raven haired man joked, only to wince when his wife elbowed him in the side.
Harry looked to see everyone giving him an unimpressed stare causing the elder Potter to rub the back of his head in embarrassment.
"Sorry, just wanted to try and lighten the mood" Harry apologised.
James chuckled slightly at his father's antics but continued.
"The nightmares started with just flashes. I would see Zombies, Vampires and other types of monsters…" The red haired boy says.
Hermione nodded her head in understanding and added a comment.
"It is quite normal for young kids to have nightmares of such things, it's nothing to be ashamed of" The bushy haired woman says.
James sighed and shook his head.
"No, that wasn't the case. As the nightmares continued, the contents of them began to expand. I learned that those Zombies were Draugr and that what I was seeing were not in fact dreams. They were memories" The red haired boy says.
Immediately everyone tensed, Ron, Ginny and Hermione glanced at Harry, recalling how the raven haired man would see through Voldemort's eyes when the man was still alive.
"W-Who's memories, James?" Harry asks his son, worried.
The young boy clenched his fists and answered.
"It was my past life's memories," James answered.
This sent shock through everyone as they attempted to comprehend what the young Potter had just stated.
"A-Are you sure? Perhaps it was just a very convincing dream" Hermione says, trying to make sense of what was said.
"I know what it was!" James snapped angrily, causing the bushy haired woman to recoil in shock.
The red haired boy deflated as he let out a tired sigh.
"It wasn't some dream, or some ridiculous thing I came up with. The details I remember are burned into my brain. Everything that comes from my past life stays in my head, his knowledge, his memories and so many others." The young Potter states.
Everyone looked at James with worry in their eyes, noting the defeated expression on his face.
"What do you see in these dreams?" Ronakd asks, placing his hands in his lap.
"What don't I see? Men in armour stomping through villages as they burned down around them, Dragons flying through the sky before descending on innocent people, entire Kingdoms brought to despair by a tyrant King, helpless people forced to watch as their loved ones were forcefully taken in front of them" James says darkly, watching his wording when he remembered Teddy sitting beside his parents.
But as the young Potter looked up at the adults, he froze as he saw the horror in their faces.
Is it me there afraid of? James thought, a fear building up in his chest as he looked at them.
"J-James… Was your past life in the mediaeval period?" Hermione asks, stuttering slightly.
The young boy blinked in surprise and tilted his head in confusion.
"What?" James asks, not understanding what his Aunt was asking.
Taking a deep breath, the beautiful brown haired woman began to explain.
"The Mediaeval times is a period of history where religion was at its peak, technology had begun to take a step back but what it's mostly famous for are the use of swords, bows and arrows and the many kingdoms that expanded across the lands" Hermione answered.
James' eyes widened at that.
"Huh. That's actually true. There were a lot of kingdoms" The young boy admits.
Ron, Ginny and Harry's eyes widen at that as they look at the youngest Potter with surprise in their eyes.
"Seriously? You actually lived back then?" Ronald asks, a hint of awe in his voice.
James nodded his head in confirmation.
"Wicked" The red haired man says.
The young red head snorted and shook his head.
"Wicked… Oh yeah, I absolutely loved dealing with arrogant Kings who thought just because I was the Dragonborn meant that I would bow to them" James says, causing everyone to look at him oddly.
"Dragonborn?" Harry asks his son, an interested tone in his voice.
The young Potter sighed, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, that was what I was. A Mortal with the Soul of a Dragon" James answers.
Immediately Hermione's eyes shined with curiosity and fascination.
"How would that work? A soul is a soul, so what defines it as a Dragon? But if that were the case how would someone with the soul of a Dragon compare to a regular Dragon? Is there anything that's different from someone with a regular soul and a Dragon Soul?" The bushy haired woman asks, spewing question after question at the young boy.
"Honey!" Ronald exclaimed, ending his wife's barrage of questions. "Relax and let James take a breath" The red haired man says with fond exasperation.
Hermione pouted but conceded, causing everyone to chuckle while Teddy giggled.
With an amused smile on his face, James answered.
"Being a Dragonborn allows me to permanently kill Dragons and absorb their souls, empowering myself with it. At the time with constant Dragon attacks, I quickly killed many Dragons, allowing me to learn and understand Thu'ums at a rapid pace" The young boy says.
Hermione leaned forward once more, eyes shining at the thought of new knowledge.
"What is a Thu'um? And-" "Nope" Ronald cut his wife off, placing a hand over her mouth to stop the bushy haired woman from sending another barrage of questions at the young Potter.
From where she sat, Hermione grumbled as she pouted, much to the amusement of everyone around her.
"Well since Aunt Hermione only got to ask one question I will… Sadly. Answer it" James says with a sigh, in a mock resigned mood.
Said Aunt narrowed her eyes at the young boy but was unable to say anything as Ronald still had his hand over her mouth.
"A Thu'um or a Shout, is a set of three words in Dragon Tongue. By knowing and understanding those words, you will be capable of destroying entire armies all by your lonesome" James says, much to the surprise of everyone.
"Wait wait. James, are you saying that you have fought an entire army before?" Ginny asks, looking at her son, wide eyed.
The young Potter merely shrugged his shoulders.
"Army might be a little small for the amount of soldiers I fought," James answered with a flippant attitude.
"Bloody hell. You actually fought that many soldiers?" Ron asks in awe.
"But why would they attack you?" Hermione asks, pulling her husband's hand away from her mouth.
James looked at his Aunt with a raised eyebrow.
"I was a Dragonborn. Where I was from, that was a seriously big deal. All I had to do was shout 3 words in Dragon Tongue and I could level an entire mountain" The red haired boy says, causing jaws to drop.
Harry let out a breath, his eyes wide at the thought of his son capable of such a feat.
"Can you show us?" The raven haired man blurted out, only realising what he had just asked a second later.
Everyone merely turned to the elder Potter in disbelief, with only James being the exception.
"Really Harry? You want James to show you how he could level a mountain?" Ginny asked her Husband with a raised eyebrow.
"Actually I can't do a full shout at the moment" James says, causing everyone to turn their attention to him.
"What do you mean? You said that if you did you could level an entire mountain?" Hermione asks, confused.
James merely sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"Yeah, in my previous life. At the moment I can't even remember all my shouts, let alone understanding them. Besides, leveling an entire mountain was when I was young. In my prime I could shake the continent with just a single shout" The young Potter says.
Thud
Ronald proceeded to faint.
-Break-
With Ron Weasley awake once more, the entire family found themselves sitting in the backyard of the Potter family home, sitting on the grass as Albus, Rose and Hugo played happily, unaware of the conversation that was happening between the family.
"Unbelievable. He would make Voldemort wet his pants if he were to face James" Ronald Weasley says, looking at Harry.
The raven haired man chuckled before looking at his son.
"James, which shouts can you do?" The elder Potter asks, curious.
The red haired Potter opened his mouth to answer then paused.
"…Crap. Ok, there is this one but the problem is I can't actually say the word itself" James says, gaining the interest of the parents and Teddy.
"Which one?" Teddy asks, curiosity in his eyes, his hair turning orange.
James hummed in thought as he thought about the question.
"In Human tongue it will be called Unrelenting Force. The words in english were, Force, Balance and Push" The red haired Potter answered.
As Teddy was about to ask another question, the sound of something scraping caught everyone's attention causing all the adults along with both Teddy and James to turn to see Hermione, standing nearby with a quill and notepad in hand.
Looking up, noticing the silence, the bushy haired woman blushed in embarrassment.
"Sorry, this just sounds so incredible that it is hard to believe" Hermione says.
Without a word, James stood up, walked up the brown haired woman and snatched the notepad from her hand.
"Hey!" Hermione exclaimed in shock as James began tearing up the pages.
"James, why are you destroying Hermione notes?" Harry asks, confusion evident in his tone.
The young boy merely turned to his father.
"There is no way in Oblivion anyone other than family will know about this. I don't care what you have to say" James says, a firm tone that would not normally belong to a 4 year old boy.
"Oblivion?" Hermione asks.
"No. I'm not in the mood to talk even more about this. I am certain there are doubts about what I told you. So let's get these doubts out of the way" James says, turning away from everyone as he looks towards the forest nearby.
"FUS" The reincarnated Dragonborn shouted and everyone watched in shock as the very air shifted as several trees were sent flying back.
Oh Merlin Was the common thought between everyone, while the three youngest children giggled and laughed as they saw the flying trees.
One thing was certain for the Potter/Weasley family, things were going to be interesting once more.