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Snape was in a foul mood when the officers finally lead him to Dumbledore and the man had the gull to say that he was happy where he was.

"You are the most insufferable man still alive I know." The potions master of Hogwarts growled out as he made his way down the streets of London while Dumbledore hummed a tune. "And will you stop that humming?"

"You need to relax Severus. You are aware how hard it is to juggle your... interesting position. Now imagine the roles I have to play." Dumbledore smirked with a twinkle in his eyes. "Teacher. Headmaster. Ambassador-"

"Britain's most powerful wizard?"

Dumbledore laughed at his employee's annoyed flat tone of voice. "Indeed."

"Now." Clasping his hands behind his back, Dumbledore sent Snape a side look with a more serious face. "Have you learned anything about whom adopted Potter?"

Snape's finger twitched, itching to take his hidden wand from his sleeves to do... With a grunt the potion master repressed his desire to strike like an irritated viper at at the old man. Taking a breath his mind went back to the conversation he had.

A few hours Earlier

Tolan Jones grunted as the Talmor wannabe sent a blast of magic to his side. Gasping for breath he was unprepared for the man to gripe his mouth and pour a vital of some sort of potion down his throat.

"Now then." The male human said, at least that's what Tolan thought as he looked with burry eyes. "Who wanted to adopt the Potter boy?"

"...Thalmor..." Tolan heard himself hiss out, eyes widening in surprise. Just what was that potion he was forced to drink?!

The man leaned back before leaning forward again to speak. "Who or what is a Thalmor?"

Tolan struggled to prevent himself from speaking now knowing full well this man wasn't a Thalmor agent. His mannerisms and the way he spoke the question was all too clear to the hiding agent. As a former blade and agent of the Empire in hiding, Tolan knew how to read people and keep hidden. It was the only way to survive the early days and the end of the war, passed down by survivors and those who hid in plain sight. he couldn't concentrate trait on preventing himself from speaking if he wanted to expel the potion from his system, a handy trick when one was making potions and accidently drank poison instead of a health by mistake...

"You don't want to know."

The man leaned forward and a stick came from his sleeves and flashed red sparks. Before Tolan could react he screamed as pain unlike anything he had ever experienced struck him. It was as if he was inhaling faire while a mile under the ocean, every thought a glass shard of ice in his head and his skin felt a thousand lashes of lighting. As soon as it appeared it vanished leaving him a gasping mess.

"Thalmor. Explain. Now."

"The.. The Talmor are elven supremacists who want to rule all of Tamerial and force humanity under their heel."

The man seemed taken about at that. Walking to the side of the chair he asked, "And what of Harry Potter?"

"..."

"If you do not respond I will be forced to repeat myself and I don't enjoy doing so. So you have two choices, speak or pain."

"You cur. You don't even know what your getting yourself into with Harry. You think your magic will help you with what's coming?"

"It doesn't matter. You'll never remember this conversation anyway." The man snorted and aimed his wand at Talon. "Legilimens."

...

Snape stepped out of the building while leading behind his victim on the floor with a bruised head. When he awoke the muggle would think he had passed out after hitting his head. An easy explanation to his headache and phantom pains coursing though his body. One never knew if a memory wipe spell was successful when physical pain was involved. Better to have an explanation for the muggle doctors to suggest an answer too. But his mind was on the revelations that he had gleamed from the older man's mind...

"Severus?" Snape shook his head as the headmaster looked at him with a frown on his face, eyes peering over his glasses. His voice was firm and laced with authority. "WHOM adopted Potter?"


Harry gasped as he watched his mother weave around and deflect the twin's blades with her own sword and magic. When he had gotten up after sleeping in he had no idea what to expect. He had heard stories from others who had found themselves back, but he wasn't expecting to be summoned to see Faethar in the training room. Her golden skin glinted with sweat as she fought with skills that came only from experience of years of combat but the twins were not lagging in skill as they tagged teamed his new mother, one would attack while the other defended then switch.

"... So cool..." Harry whispered as Ra'Aneshi sat him down to a table set against the wall.

"Yes, miss Faethar is well trained in the arts of the sword." Ra'Aneshi gave a small laugh as he moved to place breakfast in from of Harry. Harry gave out a small cheer as one of the twins was blasted away in a pillar of ice while Ra'Aneshi placed fried eggs and toast on a plate. "But Ra'Aneshi thinks you should eat before-"

"That's enough Ra'Aneshi." Faethar called out as she gave a hidden signal to the twins who nodded and sheathed their blades. "Good morning Harry. Rest well?"

"Yes." As he said it, Harry hoped his answer was as weak as it sounded as it came out of his mouth. Faethar shook her head.

"You should say 'yes mother' or 'mom'. But you'll get used to doing so I hope." Sitting down with elegance and grace she took a knife to spread some sort of golden something on a her toast. Seeing Harry's expression she smiled. "This is from my homeland, Honey pudding."

Looking at the 'honey pudding' Harry carefully reached out to try it. Smiling Faethar passed the pudding to her son who thanked her as he looked as the golden goodness. Taking a bite his face light up making her laugh. Soon the duo were both enjoying the morning meal as Faethar exposed the unwitting heir to the throne the wonders of the cuisine of the Aldmeri Dominion. As for Harry he found no difference in between the Summer Sausages and the ones he ate in the orphanage. Perhaps the taste was a little strange but he preferred the traditional Welsh version the better version.

"Would you like to try something else?" Faethar asked as Harry finished up this toast and eggs.

"There's more?" Harry gasped, not sure what to think.

"Well, considering how late it was when you settled in, I imagine that you would have liked to try the treats the twins made for celebrating you joining our little family. Even Ra here was able to save a few bottles of some Shimmerene Punch."

"Ra'Aneshi does enjoy the sweet nectory taste of pears of the city." Stepping away for a moment and with a flourished he produced the bottle from his sleeves. "One Golden Pear Punch, chilled in ice for the night."

Harry watched as Ra'Aneshi poured the liquid into several cups and placed one in front of the boy. Soon a plate with multiple white balls were placed in the middle of the table. Looking at the twin on the right, saw that she had stuffed several Jagga-Drenched "Mud Ball" into her cheeks like a small rodent making him smile.

"Only one Harry. Those treats aren't meant to be eaten too quickly." Faethar spoke with a tone of command making Harry freeze in place, his hand mid reach towards the plate.

"Yes..." With a glooml=y look on his face, Harry popped one into his mouth and gagged. It tasted nasty and he quickly washed it down with his punch.

Faethar shook her head. "And that is why you should have taken one."

"Now then." Clapping her hands Faethar looked at Harry. "Today will be mostly about you settling and learning what it means to be my son. To that end you will be given lessons in subjects including the history of my homeland-"

"Magic?" Harry interrupted making Faethar roll her eyes.

"The art of what you call magic, or magicka, will indeed be a part of your lessons. But you will need to learn lessons in other subjects in order for you to be... evaluated."

'To see if the last heir of the Septims will be an acceptable investment or a need to be eliminated.' Ra'Aneshi thought as he put away the dishes. The catfolk hoped that it did not have to come to killing the boy, but he wasn't sure. When Faethar summoned them all in the night after Harry went to bed she had said that the Dominion was going to be sending someone to see the boy for themselves. From the way she spoke it sounded like the current Queen of Summerset wished to meet the boy to judge him along with several other high ranking thalmor.

As for the why? The Aldmeri Dominion had many plans to take over Tamriel, but none were as more interesting than the idea of promoting the grandson of their hated enemy Tiber Septim, the false ninth divine, to the throne under their direct influence. While the more extreme elven supremacists of the Aldmeri Dominion hated the idea, the more moderate ones believed that if Harry Septim married an Altmer it would pave the way to having a legitimate Elven line to rule. The first since the end of the first era. Not that Ra'Aneshi wanted the elves to rule. Why should the flat paws rule when his people should?

And why did it feel like the fate of the history of Tamriel centered around this question? After all, there wasn't anyone with a stronger claim to the empire other than the Medes and there wasn't a dragonborn in hiding that could claim the throne by right of divinity.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Ra'Aneshi looked around to see that he was all alone in the room.

"Moonsugar."

...

Harry collapsed onto his bed with a wide smile. Today was amazing! He could not believe how lucky he was to be here. True, today was a day to settle into the manor and get to know what family life would entail for him, but it was still a day that going amazing. Glanceing at the clock hanging on his wall he took note of the time.

"Five minutes till noon and lunch... I guess I could read something until I'm needed." Nodding to himself with his eyes closed, Harry reached out to grab a book from the shelves without thinking or looking to check what he picked up. 'I hope I can at least reread the start of twin towers... what the- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Screams filled the manor before suddenly cutting off as Harry found himself being pulled into the book. Then, as soon as it started Harry was spat out and the young boy landed in a pile of books. Scrambling out of the pile he looked around. Harry collapsed in shock as he looked around the alien landscape. Books were everywhere in stacks that mimicked the structures of buildings while the sky was no longer blue with fluffy white clouds but green with yellow clouds. To his right was a inky black pond that wiggled and moved with the dry breeze.

"What... where am I?" Harry said as he whipped his head back and forth.

"Intruder!"

Looking behind him, harry let out a scream as a flying squidman raced towards him with a glowing green light in it's hands. Without thinking about where he was going Harry raced away into the maze of books. All the while the monster followed.

Hermaeus Mora felt something was amiss in the world from his realm of Apocrypha. Over the last few weeks his minions had reported high activity through one of Fargrave's districts, the Shambles. Normally the prince paid little attention to the ins and outs of that way point between his and his fellow princes realms and the mortal plane, but something was happening that he, as the prince of fate, did not know. However even after forcing several inventory and ward checks his paranoia would not evanesce. Mora knew the history of Fargrave far better than many of the other princes as his collection held within tomes on the subject from the inhabits and the mortals who found their way there.

Fargrave was a meeting place between worlds, and the way the rumors were spreading, someone had found a new path to a place not even he knew of. Bound to the agreements of the shared location that was between, Hermaeus could not go seek what he was looking for.

No, he needed a mortal champion. But whom?

This was going to take some time.

But then...

Someone opened one of his black books.

It was to be expected as mortals had a habit of opening his books when they sought knowledge from his last library. But this was different, unexpected and new. Mora idly sent a part of his mind to seek what was troubling him. After all, he was in the middle of a deal with a scholar from Skyrim who wished to find an interesting artifact inside a vault in the frozen sea...


Honey Pudding common in Summerset

Summer Sausage A preserved sausage made from white meat and melon. Flavored with various seasonings.

Jagga-Drenched "Mud Ball" is a Bosmer seasonal dessert of sticky consistency traditionaly enjoyed during the New Life Festival. It is made with bone flour and senche-passed coffee beans.

Golden Pear Punch An exquisite punch served in Shimmerene that was considered ambrosial.


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