AN: I didn't originally plan to start this just yet but after playing Veilguard and seeing the massive player spike Dragon Age: Origins is getting I felt like there wasn't a better time than this. For pairing I'm thinking female Dwarf Commoner Warden or the City Elf one but I'm open to most any female Warden PC or maybe one of the Hawke girls (Miriam or Bethany). I plan to have more than one Warden PC be in this fic and there will be at least 3 for plot reasons so let me know who you want to see, how many, and who to pair with Harry.

And before anyone asks I can't honestly see Harry with Morrigan or Leliana given how dishonest both of them are. Morrigan makes no qualms for her personality and attitude from the get go. Harry would work with her given the situation but I could never see him dating her. As for Leliana we know she was lying her ass off the whole game since she lied about the details of her falling out of favor with the Bards and when we see her in Dragon Age 2, potentially just a couple months after the end of the Blight depending on when you do the DLCs she's now a hard eyed Chantry assassin and a Hand of the Divine, implying she was faking her character during Origins.

Winter's-Blood 1

Chapter 1

-Harry-

Gritting his teeth, Harry dove behind a bit of debris, the flash of light from Bellatrix's Crucio flying through where he'd just been. The Department of Mysteries was filled with the chaos of battle. He and his friends against Voldemort's Death eaters, mostly members of the inner circle. They'd been fending the Death Eater ambush off from room to room, vastly outnumbered by much more experienced opponents but they were holding their own, none of them having been taken down yet.

He wasn't sure if that spoke well of his friend's capabilities and his teaching, or spoke horribly of the standard level of Death Eaters and the Magical Community that struggled against them in the first war.

"What's wrong little Potty?" Bellatrix cackled "Too scared to play? Maybe I should have some fun with your little Mudblood whore to get you in the mood!" he wasn't sure what spell she cast but he heard Hermione scream in pain and fright.

Something in him snapped at that sound, and then all gloves were off.

Surging out from behind cover, his wand was already moving "Reducto!" Harry roared out his spell, Bellatrix shocked by the ferocity and the lethal intent behind it threw up a hasty shield that shattered under the force of his curse, her skull doing the same a moment later in a shower of fine red mist and white shards of bone.

The wet slap of her corpse hitting the stone echoed in the room, everyone on both sides going still in shock at what he'd just done.

But Harry didn't stop moving, "Difindo!" he snarled, aiming at a group of Death eaters on the upper levels that had been happily hurling curses down at him and his friends.

The leaking corpse of Bellatrix didn't phase him, not after everything he'd gone through the past few years. All the near-death experiences, killing Quirrell in first year, intentionally killing the shade of Voldemort in second, fully intending to kill Sirius in his third, the bullshit of the tournament last year, and now being tortured by that Ministry bitch Umbridge this year? He couldn't bring himself to care about playing nice or holding back anymore.

"Stop gawking you fools, and get them!" Lucius shouted, putting up a Protego to stop Harry's curse, the other Death eaters doubling down while Harry's friends bunkered up. Even with Lucius trying to rally them, the sight of Bellatrix's cooling corpse and Harry's willingness to kill had unsettled the Death Eaters expecting an easy victory against children who couldn't fight back.

The tide started to turn, victory seeming almost certain once the Order arrived, led by Sirius. He truly though they would win without losing anyone…

But then himself Voldemort arrived.

Sirius fell first, diving in front of a Killing curse that had been hurled at Harry's back as soon as Voldemort appeared.

With that one death, the near victory became pandemonium. Tonks and Remus were getting the rest of his friends out as fast as he could, the Death Eaters were emboldened with the appearance of their master, and Harry was killing every single one of them he could as he tore at Voldemort.

"Oh, is the little brat so ready to die?" Voldemort taunted, "Ready for me to send you to the afterlife to frolic with your stupid dog-father? Come on boy, I'll even give you a free shot." Voldemort sneered, fully confident that he could deflect or block any spell Harry cast.

So Harry tackled the bastard instead, sending them both flying through the veil.

The second they passed through the arch, all he could see was blinding prismatic light. He could feel pain, like icy needles jabbing his skin everywhere even as Voldemort screamed in agony. They fell faster and faster, the 'air' screaming around them, the smell of something burning reaching his nose. Then the 'pops' began, loud thunderous booms one after another that rattled him down to his bones. After the final one, accompanied by his lightning bolt scar bursting open in a shower of blood that ran down his face, Voldemort's screams ceased, the body turning to ash that billowed past him.

He barely had time to spit out the bit that got in his mouth before the light faded and he slammed hard into the ground, cold wet stone all around.

Groaning and blinking spots from his eyes, Harry worked to push himself off the ground. His skin burned, parts feeling red and raw. Looking around to try and figure out where he was, Harry felt his body go ramrod stiff in abject terror at the sight he was looking at.

A massive white and blue dragon, frozen in the air and covered in a green light coming from…a man with pointed ears? Blinking in confusion, and approaching the figure, Harry tried to shake the cobwebs from his head. He swore he could hear something being whispered softly, but he couldn't make out what.

"Well…I must say…that this is a surprise." The weak voice of the man coughed out as Harry approached, studying the strange tattoos on his face, "I never would have expected…a child…to find their way in here."

"Where…where am I?" Harry clutched his wand tightly, trying to figure out what was going on. He clearly wasn't on earth anymore, the raw magic he could feel in the air and the strange man in front of him certainly made that clear enough.

"The Frostbacks, between Orlais and Ferelden." The man stated, noting Harry's lack of reaction to either name "Oh…dear." Before Harry could ask anything else, the cave they were in seemed to rumble, the magic rippling as the dragon shifted about.

And now the whispers were audible.

"Kill…me…" it was Parsletongue, coming from the Dragon. But the voice echoed, sounding like too many speaking at once, sounding tortured.

"Free…me…" he also heard some of the voices speak outside of Parsletongue, hatred and madness clear in it.

"W-why are there two voices?" Harry gaped at the creature.

"Two?" the man with the pointed ears narrowed his eyes in confusion.

"I can speak to serpents and dragons." Harry admitted "In this language I hear them demanding I free them. But in that language I can hear it begging me to kill them."

"That creature…has a spirit forced into them." The man panted, seemingly struggling more and more to hold up whatever he was doing. Harry's arrival must have interfered with whatever spell it was "To use as a weapon. It would seem, they don't truly wish…for that."

Harry felt a dark emotion bubbling within him. Someone being forced to be a weapon for another? He had experience with that. Noting the various weapons littering the ground, he grabbed a sword, approaching the frozen dragon's who's neck was just within reach.

"Thank…you…" the parsletongue voice whispered even as the 'natural' one raged out. The sword, dull as it was, bit into the open wounds on the dragon's neck. The spell seemed to be some sort of time magic, holding the dragon in place; but the sword to the jugular was still brutally efficient, carving open a gushing wound. He sawed, gritting his teeth as he forced the blade through, drowning out the screams and roars, burning blood dripping as the spell started to fade, crimson landing on him, running into his mouth and open wounds.

The liquid, tasting of iron, burned down his throat and as it ran into the open wounds on his face from the archway. It ran along the burns he could feel steaming against the cold air. With a yell, and a strange surge of strength he'd never felt before, the head came off, a wave of magic blowing him and the man with pointed ears away. The roof of the cave exploded outwards and upwards, a spectral dragon appearing with a powerful cry before fading away.

"Well…that wasn't how…I thought today would go." The man with pointed ears chuckled, his skin greying rapidly as the spell he'd been holding was broken. Harry saw the man's hands starting to slowly crumble apart, "Come…child. I'd like…someone to hear…my last words."

"I-" Harry paused, not used to comforting the dying, more used to being at risk of dying himself "is there anyone you want me to take them too?"

"I am Inquisitor Ameridan of the House of Ghilain." The man's eyes burned, seemingly holding himself off from Death through sheer will until his words were done "And this…is my story." Harry held the dying man in his arms, searing Ameridan's words and story into his mind and the Elf's last wishes of his belongings being given to his House. But eventually, Ameridan's story was finished, the elf breathed their final breath and turned to dust, and Harry was left alone in the cavern.

"Now how to get out of here?" Harry grunted, climbing to his feet as he grabbed Ameridan's sword and the armor that had been left behind. Pausing, Harry tilted his head as he heard something from further down the cavern. An echoing and repeated series of booms.

"Child! Are you in there?!" a concerned voice shouted out as Harry blinked, confused on how they had even known he was there. He remembered seeing the spirit leave the Dragon's corpse, a spirit who had been grateful. Could it have reached out to someone?

"I'm here!" he called out, hiding his wand behind Ameridan's cloak in his arms. He'd give those here a chance, but would be ready if they tried to stab him in the back.

Following the sound of the voice and the echoing thuds mingling with shattering ice, Harry rounded the corner to the waiting sun.

AN: While I'll be taking reviews into consideration as I finalize the pairing there's another matter I wanted your opinions on. How long do you want to spend with Harry up in the Avaar Hold before we get to the start of the plot of Origins? The first chapter showed that he stayed with them for about 5-6 years before Origins started and I plan to still use that time frame as a minimum.