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"Speaking"

Thoughts

'Telepathy'

"Spells"

"Foreign Languages"

§Parseltongue§

"Thu'um/Dovahzul/Divines/Daedra!"

A/N: After some thought and talking with a reviewer I decided to make some changes to this story. Sorry if you some of you don't like it but this is my creation. I recommend completely rereading it as I changed things.

Chapter One: Surprises, Deities, and a New World

(The Forbidden Forest, Scotland 1998)

Harry's heart thundered in his chest as he walked into the clearing in the Forbidden Forest where Voldemort and his servants were gathered around a pyre. He twitched as he counted the numbers that his friend's would be facing. Even after the lull in fighting there were dozens still there.

"I thought he would come." Voldemort said softly as he stared into the flames. "I suppose I was wrong."

Swallowing Harry pulled his invisibility cloak off of his himself.

"You weren't." Harry said causing everyone's attention to snap to him.

"'Arry what are you doin ere?" Hagrid bellowed. "Run 'Arry, run!"

Harry tried to send a reassuring look towards Hagrid but figured he failed as his first friend continued to struggle against the ropes holding him. Harry turned back to stare defiantly into the eyes of his parent's murderer.

"Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived." Harry heard Voldemort murmur before a jet of green light struck him.

(Limbo, Who Knows Where)

Harry sat up with a gasp. Somehow he was still alive. He squinted his eyes as all around him was a white landscape. With a rush a familiar looking platform formed around him. He blinked as he looked down and saw that he was naked. He didn't feel any embarrassment but wanted to be dressed anyway. A pile of clothes appeared beside him and he quickly put them on.

A whimpering sound caught his attention. Laying beneath a nearby bench was a sickly babe, it's face misshaped and it's skin red as if rubbed raw. Several wounds oozed as it waved it's arms and legs feebly. Harry wrinkled his nose as the pain and darkness that practically leaked from the baby, not to mention the stench. He instinctively knew that it was Voldemort's horcrux that had resided in his scar.

"Hello Harry." Came a familiar voice from behind him as a door opened. Whirling around Harry saw Dumbledore stepping through a door.

"Professor Dumbledore." Harry whispered. Conflicting feelings warred inside of him. Anger, love, happiness, bitterness, disbelief.

Dumbledore beamed at him.

"You were so brave my boy." He said. "So brave."

Harry flushed.

"It took great courage to walk to what very well may have been your death." Dumbledore said firmly. "Not just anyone could have done so."

Any happy feeling at Dumbledore's praise shriveled up.

"You've pretty much groomed me to do so since parents died and I returned to the Wizarding World. You and Voldemort." Harry said bitterly. "I couldn't let the possibility that Voldemort might live come to pass. Even if I had to die to prevent it."

Dumbledore flinched at the accusation.

"I-I did only as I thought was best." Dumbledore told him wearily. "I cared for you deeply Harry but I had to think of the entire world. One, who was seemingly damned already, for the world. It broke my heart but sometimes a leader must put the needs of the many before the one."

"Understandable, unless you happen to be one being sacrificed!" Harry yelled.

His hands curled into fists. He really wanted to hit the old man. Harry restrained himself however. He swore to himself that he wouldn't lash out rashly at others. It had only gotten him into trouble before. He was an adult now. He couldn't afford to lash out blindly like a child any more.

"Even then there were the lies and the secrets you held away from everyone." Harry glowered at him. "You never shared anything you didn't have to."

"Not many possess a mind like my own." Dumbledore retorted. "As I have said before the truth is a beautiful and dangerous thing. You knew all that you needed to know to fulfill your quest."

Of all the arrogant!

That did it for Harry. His fist lashed out, punching the old man in the nose and sending him to floor on his arse.

"You sanctimonious arsehole! So many things could have been easier if you had only shared more. If only you had trusted more." Harry glared at him heatedly. "We weren't the enemy. You should have trusted us. Our quest could have went a lot easier if you had shared everything you knew."

Dumbledore grimaced before standing up. He did step a little ways away from Harry in case he lashed out again.

"You could have trusted the Order to help you." Dumbledore pointed out.

"You told us not to." Harry replied before glowering at the empty air. "Though I guess I shouldn't have followed your word so blindly. That was a problem for a lot of people. We thought you infallible but clearly your mistakes have been many. Besides the Order went into hiding just like everyone else."

Harry picked up a stone off the floor and skipped it down the platform.

"I admit that I have made my share of mistakes Harry." Dumbledore admitted. "However I am only human."

"Somebody went a long way to hide a lot from me." Harry glared at him. "My family history, your own and my inheritance. It was you wasn't it?"

"Yes, I am afraid Harry your not knowing is my fault." Dumbledore said shamefaced. "I admit that I thought if you knew the full holdings of your accounts you might attempt to run."

Harry looked at him incredulously.

"What ever made you think I would run?" Harry yelled. "Do you think me a coward? Voldemort killed my parents. He kept trying to kill me and my friends. I went through with this quest even if it seemed like a waste of time for most of it."

Dumbledore sighed sadly.

"Yes. I know now your true meddle." He said. "It is not just anyone who can walk willingly to their own death."

"You should have had my meddle since I kept fighting against Voldemort." Harry retorted sarcastically. "Why didn't you tell me about the Hallows?"

"I did not wish for you to embark on a foolish quest to unite them as I did in my youth." Dumbledore said before an unhappy look came to his face. "As you read of course in Ms. Skeeter's book. It led my family to tragedy and Gellert to ruin."

"It could have been insurance against my dying!" Harry growled.

A burst of nearly overwhelming power erupted behind them.

"Hello child." A deep voice rumbled from behind him. "Forgive me for interrupting your conversation but I must speak with you."

Whirling around Harry stared in shock. Standing before him was a gigantic golden dragon.

"W-Who are you?" Harry asked, silently cursing the stutter in his voice. He had never seen a dragon so big and never one who had talked. Hell he had never read anywhere about dragons speaking.

"I am Akatosh, God of Time and Leader of the Nine Divines of Tamriel, also called the Aedra." The Dragon replied. "And I have need of you Henry. A lot of innocents are in need of you and your help."

"Henry?" Harry asked.

"That is your true name, given to you by your birth parents." Akatosh informed him.

"Is there anything else you have been hiding from me?" Harry glowered at Dumbledore. Honestly he hadn't even been told his own name! Harry turned back to the dragon before Dumbledore could come up with another excuse. Before he could speak another figure appeared that caused Dumbledore to blanch. It was neither male nor female.

Harry kept his wand, which had appeared in his hand, pointing at the floor but at the ready. Any being in the place, whatever it was, could be dangerous. The person that stepped into his view was somehow both feminine and masculine at the same times. The tall man/woman wearing an expensive looking muggle suit and pair of worn, white trainers. His/Her black hair was slicked back and his/her blue eyes were ancient and playful. Akatosh bowed in respect towards the figure and made no move to speak causing Harry's wariness to increase.

"Smart to be cautious Mr. Potter but I haven't come to harm you." The man/woman spoke up smoothly before giving him a mysterious smile. "I am both male, female and neither at the same time. My appearance fits each person's perception. You on the other hand perceive more than most mortals would. You are able to see deeper into my being. My name is Nebuchadnezzar, or Death if you prefer."

The man/woman shrugged with an impish grin when Harry's eyes widened. He/She held his/her hand out for Harry to shake, which he did hesitantly.

"Harry Potter. I suppose you want your Hallows back." Harry said hesitantly. He definitely didn't want to piss off Death. He figured that he/she would be able to make him regret it in short order.

Nebuchadnezzar shook his/her head.

"Not at all." Nebuchadnezzar chirped a cheerful smile on his/her face while bouncing up and down on their feet. "You can keep them except for the Elder Wand, it has been destroyed when Voldemort hit you with your second Killing Curse. You're the first human to ever bring them together and be worthy of them and their gifts. They are your tools to do with what you wish. Use the stone to speak to and learn from the dead. You literally have all of histories brightest and best at your finger tips from both worlds. Witches & Wizards or Squibs, even Muggles are not beyond your reach. The cloak can hide you from detection, giving you space you need. No spells or enchantments will be able to touch you if you wear it. It can each change it's shape and design with your desire. The only reason Albus Dumbledore could see through it was because the spells cast by him with the Elder Wand to track it. The Hallows will only answer to you now."

"Why?" Harry asked.

Nebuchadnezzar offered him a sharp smile.

"It is because of who you are. You are a Peverell. Blood calls to blood." Nebuchadnezzar informed him. "However it was destroyed in Voldemort's hand as you will be provided with a new wand that will work similarly. There is no need for two such powerful wands."

"I see." Harry said. "What else did you need of me?"

Nebuchadnezzar waved hand towards the dragon.

"I was here to explain the Hallows to you and to help to broker a deal between you and our friend here." Nebuchadnezzar answered.

Harry turned to the dragon.

"Why do you need me?" Harry asked, craning his neck to look up him Could he be any bigger?

Akatosh sighed before he was engulfed in a bright light. Now instead of a dragon a man stood before him. Dark, wavy locks covered the head of the tall muscular man. The only similarity to his old form was his golden slitted eyes, the two horns jutting out a his forehead and the golden aura that surrounded him.

"Perhaps this form will be easier to converse with." Akatosh cleared his throat and continued. "As you can probably guess I am not from your world. I am from a world called Nirn. Nirn was created by us gods called the Aedra. In ancient times Nirn was ruled by the Dovah, or Dragons, my children. Unlike the dragons of your world the Dovah of Nirn are as intelligent, if not more so, than humans. They are capable of complex thoughts, emotions and speech. They are also born with the power of the Thu'um. The Thu'um allows them great power. They were often cruel and greedy and were not kind to mortals. Some mortals worshiped them but many feared and secretly hated them. The Dovah ruled over the world with the Thu'um, a powerful magic that allowed them to perform many great feats. Such as causing catastrophes and manipulating the weather.

In time their cruelty became too great and the Aedra gifted men with the ability to utilize the Thu'um. Mortals threw off their Dovah overlords with this power and the help of one of my children who had grown to pity man. The Dovah were nearly all killed and their bodies buried beneath the ground. However mortals cannot kill a Dovah for they are immortal. The only Dovah who remained to challenge the mortals was Alduin, my first born and most powerful of the Dovah.

He was Alduin, the World Eater, destined to end and remake the world. Men and Dovah could not triumph over him. He was too strong for them to defeat. So instead they banished him through time. Many of the other Dovah fled and hid away to wait for Alduin's return."

Akatosh sighed.

"However Alduin will soon return to the world of Nirn and a Champion is needed fight him." Akatosh continued. "This Champion is known as the Dovahkiin, or Dragonborn. Natural Dovah Hunters. A hero born with the body of a mortal but the blood and soul of a Dovah. This hero would also be my child. Fated to fight Alduin for the fate of Nirn."

Akatosh cleared his throat. Harry was hanging on his every word. Akatosh's story was better than ninety percent of what was discussed in History of Magic.

"Unfortunately the original hero I chose to be the Dovahkiin was killed by Imperials before his destiny could come about due to treachery and stupidity." Akatosh said, sadness in his voice as loss of his son. "So I needed a new candidate. Alduin cannot go unopposed. I scryed for a hero and I found you Henry. You chose to die in for friends and I came to offer you a chance at a new life."

"Harry." Dumbledore spoke up to protest. "Do not forget the duty you have to the Wizarding world. They will have need of your power and guidance. You can still return there."

Before he could continue he was again silenced by Akatosh.

"None shall compel him." Akatosh growled. "The choice is his to make."

The space around them shook at his powerful voice. Nebuchadnezzar nodded in agreement, turning his/her icy eyes upon Harry increasing his anxiety. Dumbledore tried to speak but choked on his words as they would not leave his throat. Nebuchadnezzar smirked.

"So you want me to fight in another war even as my own is just ending?" Harry asked Akatosh sharply causing the Divine to wince. "What possible reason would I have to involve myself in another war? Especially one which has nothing to do with me, on a world not my own? What if I decide to just return to my own world?"

"I know that it is a lot to ask of anyone, let alone one who has suffered so much." Akatosh told him gently. "But for that reason it must be you. You know what it is to be powerless, weak and have suffered. You won't lord your powers over others nor would you abandon an innocent to peril."

"Unfortunately you could not return to the mortal world into your original body even if you desired to." Nebuchadnezzar informed Harry. "Your body has been incinerated utilizing the Fiendfyre spell. It seems that Voldemort feared that you might find a way to return even after he hit you with a second Killing Curse. You can either accept Akatosh's offer and help save another world and countless innocents or move on to the Afterlife to be with your family."

Harry twitched at the thought of his body being destroyed and the slight emotional blackmail involving innocents while Dumbledore paled in shock and horror. Harry turned away from them to worry at his lip. He didn't really want to die but if he moved on he could be with his parents and Sirius again. Free from all of the pain and trials of life. Still, he decided, he would hear Akatosh out.

"Why me?" Harry asked Akatosh. "I'm nothing special."

Nebuchadnezzar chuckled.

"You are special Henry. You are courageous in the face of fear, noble and know how to be selfless." Akatosh answered fervently. "Because you are a hero."

"I'm not a hero." Harry protested. "I just did what anyone else would do."

"Yes you are Henry, even if do not wish to be." Akatosh admonished him softly. "You have risked your life several times for others even at the expense of yourself. There are those alive because you acted without thought, doing the right thing in your mind. You, unlike many others, acted. You didn't wait for others to do so before doing yourself."

Harry blushed.

"You will have a new destiny on Nirn but you will also be able to choose how you go about it." Akatosh informed him. "Much will be asked of you but the rewards will be worth it if you work for them I promise you. Nirn is a world of wildness and danger but there is the opportunity for greatness and to make a difference. An opportunity to find somewhere you can truly belong. If you are able to stop Alduin and the sundering of the world then you will have achieved greatness brought upon by your own hand not some quirk of magic and fate. You will be known for something you remember and actually accomplished."

"I – " Harry said.

"You will not be going into the world unprepared and without assistance." Akatosh offered him. "I must build you a new body and give you the soul of Dovah, a Dovah Sil. I will make you a Dovahkiin, or Dragonborn in the common tongue."

"What does that actually mean?"

"A Dovahkiin is a mortal with the soul of a Dovah." Akatosh explained. "I will also gift you the blood of a Dovah, making it even easier for you to utilize the Thu'um. You will become my son."

"What about my soul?" Harry asked worriedly. He had just gotten rid of Voldemort's horcrux.

Akatosh offered him a kind smile.

"Do not worry. I will be combining the Dovah Sil with your own soul." Akatosh said soothingly, gripping his shoulder. "You will still be yourself but with extra added. In fact the adding of the Dova Sil to your own soul will help it to heal from the horcrux being removed."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want to lose who he was.

"What is the benefits of being a Dovahkiin?" Harry asked. If he was going to do this he wanted to know what he was getting out of this. Harry didn't want to sound greedy but he wanted to know what he was getting into before he agreed. Akatosh offered him an understanding smile. He was glad that the boy was thinking before leaping. While it had served the lad in the past it had also gotten him into trouble. Part of growing up was learning what to do or not do.

"As my child you would be what your people call a demigod. You will be stronger, faster and healthier than normal mortals. Your body will be more durable, your senses enhanced and you will heal more quickly. You will have a natural instinct when it comes to fighting and you will learn to sense other Dovah. You will also be highly resistant to cold, poison and heat. When you kill a Dovah you will absorb their Dovah Sil and some of their memories and power for your own." Akatosh explained before a look of sadness flashed over his face. "I do not wish death for my children but I also know that it is the cycle of life. You will learn to utilize the Thu'um much faster than others and your Thu'um will be several times more powerful. You will bring great hope to the people of Tamriel as only the Dovahkiin can permanently kill a Dovah."

"Along side this you will have your powers as the Master of the Hallows." Nebuchadnezzar added.

Akatosh clear his throat.

"Your parents donated some of their memories so that you would get the full education you should have had growing up at your school." Akatosh said, holding out a blue and a green glowing orb. "You merely need to absorb them. I will also be providing you with some supplies. Unfortunately I can only give you what you yourself own. The pack they will be in will be next to when you awaken. The process will take some time since it is delicate and you are not an infant. When you awaken you will have aged a year. During that time you will be able to safely absorb the knowledge from your parents."

"What about my friends?" Harry asked worriedly. "Will they be alright without me?"

Akatosh hummed in thought, frowning.

"I cannot send them to Tamriel with you. That would be pushing the allowance of my interference too much." Akatosh answered causing Harry's face to fall. Grimacing the god sighed. "But perhaps I can provide you a way to communicate between worlds. To be able to stay in touch with them."

Akatosh paused.

"Will you accept this destiny Henry? Will you save Nirn?"

Harry gulped.

"I will do my best." Harry vowed.

Akatosh smiled.

"That is all anyone may ask of you." He said. "Now allow me to embrace you as a father embraces a son."

Akatosh embraced Harry tightly. A feeling of great warmth and protection enveloped Harry. Akatosh held the hug for a couple of minutes before he released Harry to grip his shoulders.

"I am allowing you to take the Hallows to this new world as they will no longer effect me." Nebuchadnezzar said. "Use them wisely young Peverell."

"Now my newest son, it is time." Akatosh smiled before he shoved a trio of orbs into his chest and darkness overtook Harry. The last thing Harry saw was Nebuchadnezzar throwing another one at him.

(Falkreath Hold, Skyrim, 4th Era, 3rd Century, Yr 199)

Harry blinked as his memories swirling his mind. New memories came to his mind as it sorted through them quickly. Everything he should have been taught at Hogwarts, a full education. Some things weren't taught anymore apparently but could still be learned with research. Some of his lack of knowledge was down to his laziness in school but also due to a series of bad teachers. Harry knew that while he had the knowledge in his mind he would still need to practice the spells, potions and other odds and ends. Also included was knowledge of this world. The different lands and races. Also included was the knowledge of how to understand, speak, read and write in a majority of the languages of Tamriel. Harry acknowledged that this was a major boon as it would have majorly sucked to not be able to understand or be understood by anybody.

Sighing Harry forced himself to his feet. He was sure that at least some of Voldemort's knowledge would be useful in the future.

Moving Harry noticed the small aches and pains he was used to feeling since he was younger were gone. Transfiguring a nearby rock into a mirror Harry gaped a little at his reflection. He looked quick a bit different than he normally did. Casting a diagnostic charm Harry whistled. When he had went to Voldemort he was one hundred and twenty-five pounds and five foot five inches tall. Harry now weighed one hundred and seventy-five pounds and was five foot eleven inches tall.

Harry's shoulders had broadened some and his muscles larger and more defined. His skin also possessed a healthy tan he had never been able to achieve in Britain and Scotland and his hair was smooth and silky to the touch, whilst still being slightly messy. Harry admired his new body. It held a strength and power he had never felt before. Like Akatosh had told him his senses were sharper and stronger than his old body by many times. His sense of sight was perfect and very keen. He could hear animals scurrying in the nearby forest, rushing water and various birds calling out to one another. Luckily he seemed to instinctively know how to regulate his senses so he wasn't overwhelmed.

Harry found the pack Akatosh had promised him lying next to him. It was actually a trunk made from walnut that was bound in what looked looked like basilisk hide. It had two strong straps and one that fit around the stomach so the trunk could actually be carried around like a pack. Attached to the top was a letter in an envelope addressed to Young Peverell. Opening it he pulled out a letter.

Welcome Akatosh's newest son, to Tamriel and the world of Nirn. You are currently in the province of Skyrim. As you have most likely noticed your body is noticeably different. Your body has been made anew. You are now a demigod, a Dovahkiin. As was discussed before this comes with many perks. You are now as strong and as fast as ten strong, healthy men in their prime. Your senses and reflexes have been boosted along with your durability. You needn't worry about harming others with your strength on accident. You will be able to naturally regulate your new strength and speed.

You now possess a high-level of resistance against cold whilst also being immune to all but the hottest of fires. As the Dovahkiin you will come to be able to sense other Dovah. As one of Akatosh's Aspects is Time you will be able to manipulate it to a limited degree. You will be able to learn to boost your perception of the world allowing everything around you to appear to be moving in slow motion, allowing you to plan longer and to be able to react faster.

Since your original body was destroyed we have gifted you a new body. Due to your vast reserves of magic and your birthplace you have been given you the form of a Breton. Bretons are one of the races of men and are descended from Mer, what you and others commonly refer to as Elves. Mer have a deeper connection to magic when compared to other races and this has been passed down to their Breton descendants. Bretons also have a limited resistance against Magic. As Akatosh's son yours is greater than that of a normal Breton. As your new body was born of this world you will be able to access the magic of this world whilst still possessing the magical abilities of Earth due to your soul migrating worlds.

I had this trunk backpack made for you at Akatosh's suggestion. It is made from walnut and bound in some of the basilisk hide stored in your vault. It is charmed to be comfortable for the wearer and to not snag or chafe. It is protected from theft and can only be opened by you and those you trust. It is protected against damage, magic, the elements, spillage and is charmed to weigh a constant weight now matter how much is placed inside.

Your new pack has six compartments inside of it. The first compartment opens like a normal trunk. Inside is a wardrobe capable of holding clothes, boots, shoes, hygienic products and armor. It can be opened in two phases. The first setting opens like the inside of a pack and you merely think about the item you want. In the second setting it opens to reveal a full sized closet wardrobe you can enter. Anything placed inside is cleaned and laundered by the next time the compartment is opened.

The second compartment is a Potion's Cabinet and portable Potion's lab. I was able to stretch my ability to help you since your family owned controlling interest in an Apothecary and several ingredient farms. I have stocked it with potions and potions ingredients from your world, charmed for preservation and to refill. You merely need to set the trunk down like you would a pack, turn the dial to two and tap it twice with your wand. It will open and allow you to pull out prepared potions. Tapping three times causing it expand and grant you access to the potions lab. Inside you will also find a special magical table known as an Alchemy table used to produce the potion's of this world. They can be created without an Alchemy table but you will always obtain a superior product with one.

The third compartment is a library for storing books and scrolls. They will automatically shrink down on the shelf and re-size them when they are picked up. The first setting allows you to access book shelves that you can search through. To access it you must turn the dial to three and tap it twice, the compartment will open vertically.

The fourth compartment is a vault containing the monetary contents of your Trust Vault exchanged for Tamrielic currency. The currency of Tamriel is the golden Septim, the silver Denari, the bronze Conti and the copper Penny. The total amount within is one hundred and ninety-eight thousand five hundred Septims, one hundred thousand silver Denari and twenty-five thousand bronze Conti. Included are charmed money pouches that are feather-light, theft-proof and will provide a count of the currency within.

They are charmed so only you or those you trust may open them. The compartment they are inside contains over one thousand pouches. This compartment also has two settings. One where you can reach inside and pull out of a pouch containing the amount of currency you desire and a second which allows you to walk inside the full sized vault. The vault is charmed to grow with size of the contents.

The fifth Compartment is for the storage of perishable goods like food and drinks. It has been fully stocked. It also contains a full set of pots and pans, cake pans, pie pans in both metal and glass, a grill and skillets. Also included is a full place setting for up to seven people including cutlery and cooking utensils.

The sixth compartment is a large storage vault that expands as it is filled. In the first setting you can open and request a specific item. The second setting allows you to enter to see everything inside. You can request a full inventory of any of the compartments without entering them. I advise you that inspect the storage compartment before reading up on Tamriel. You will need to know more about this new world, especially the races that inhabit it.

This is the last of my assistance to you.

Nebuchadnezzar

P.S. Check the envelope after you put this letter down.

"Whoa." Harry said before repeating an oft said phrase. "I love magic."

When he put the letter down the envelope flashed briefly. Opening it Harry found a wand a little over a foot long made of black and gold metals and a small piece of parchment. Reaching in he picked it up. A rush of power flowed through his body, energizing him and sending his heart thumping.

I made this wand for you with the help of Nebuchadnezzar. It cannot be broken like a wooden wand can. It is 12 ¼" long. The sheath is made of Ebony and Dwemer metal. I used my own blood as the core. Since you are now my son as well it will connect with your power. It can never be won from you like other wands and will always return to your hand when you need it. It can also be used to perform feats not seen by ordinary wands and can take on the form of a ring whilst still allowing you to cast spells. It can also be made to be uninteresting to others with but a thought so they will not try to take it from you.

Akatosh

Harry waved the wand conjuring a crackling ball of green fire that hung in the air. Manipulating it Harry signed his name before he vanished it with a wave of his new wand. Jabbing it at a nearby large boulder it disintegrated with a bang. Harry grinned. Using it was just as natural as using his Holly and Phoenix Feather wand. Running his hands over the wand he smiled.

"Thank you Nebuchadnezzar, Thank you Akatosh." Harry whispered. A feeling of emotional warmth, like an embrace, enveloped him briefly in reply. Focusing on it Harry pictured it turning into a ring. The wand wiggled before shrinking down into a ring in the shape of a dragon with wavy black and gold scales, it's jaws surrounding an oval shaped sapphire.

Turning towards his pack he pulled it closer. Harry turned the dial to five and opened it to the first mode.

"Inventory."

A long roll of parchment popped out of the compartment and hovered in front of him.

1 Strong Box- Charmed to allow you to access your money without having to enter the vault. Automatically provides a list of your assets stored within the vault.

Potions Pouch- Pouch is used to hold potions and allow convenient access. Usually hung on a belt.- Charmed to keep the potions stable and unbroken.

Ingredient Pouch- Holds Potion ingredients. Keeps them separated, preserves them and keeps them in perfect condition.

Wands- James Potter, Lily Potter, Draco Malfoy, Holly & Phoenix Feather(broken), Assorted Snatcher Wands, Assorted Family Wands

Resurrection Stone- Allows the user to summon the dead to their side. Spirits cannot lie to the Master of Death. Any secret or knowledge they know is open to the MoD. Allows the MoD to control and command the dead, spirits, zombies and ghouls. Allows the user to rip out the soul of the targets or return them to rest. This only works on the undead, zombies and ghosts though they may fight the user. The user must know the name of who they are trying to call upon.

Cloak of Invisibility- It can take the form of anything the Master of Death desires. Allows the Master of Death to walk through solid objects or obstructions including the elements without harm or disturbing them. When activated the Master of Death is invisible to sight, scent, mystical senses and hearing.

Hufflepuff's Chalice- Fills completely with any substance put inside of it. Putting a drop of a potion inside of it will cause it to fill up to the brim. Any poison set inside can be increased or the chalice can be used to create an antidote.

Slytherin's Locket- Enchanted to hold magic that can be used by the wearer to safely refill their reserves. If the wearer isn't attuned to the locket it would instead drain their magic until they had none left. Currently attuned to Henry James Potter.

Sword of Gryffindor- Enchanted so the user can decide if the target is poisoned or not. Able to change forms.

Ravenclaw's Diadem- Organizes the mind and allows for complete recall with perfect clarity.

Golden Pocket Watch- Adjusted to tell Tamriel time. With a tap of a wand it will change to the time of the person the user focuses upon. Waterproof, automatically adjusts to time zone, self-winding. If the user places a person's hair to the watch with the provided incantation they can track the person and their health.

Magical Tent

Tamriel Spell Books- Flames, Sparks, Frostbite, Healing, Healing Hands, Conjure Familiar, Candlelight, Bound Sword.

Tamriel Books- An Appendix of the Races and Cultures of Tamriel, The Religions of Tamriel, The Great War, Brief History of the Empire Vol. I-IV, The Holds of Skyrim, An Explorer's Guide to Skyrim, The Book of Daedra.

Grimoires-Potter, Evans, Black, Dumbledore, Riddle

Blank Leather Bound Journals- Enchanted to repel the elements, stains, spills and to be never-ending. Can be enchanted to only open for those the caster desires.

Leather Armor

Leather Leggings

Leather Bracers

Leather Boots

Silver Dagger w/Sheath- Charmed to be rust proof, Self-Cleaning, Self-Sharpening, Unbreakable. Sheath is charmed to summon the blade if the user loses the dagger or if is taken from them, the not chafe and to turn invisible when worn. Silver blade to kill werewolves and other mystical creatures. 13".

2 Charmed Flasks- Capable of holding up to seven different liquids at the same time. The flasks are charmed to keep the liquids the perfect temperature, state and be ever-filling. One flash contains Ogden's Firewhiskey, Madam Rosemerta's oak-matured mead, water, butterbeer, hot chocolate, chicken & beef broth. Invented by Lily Potter.

Firebolt

Various Odds & Ends

1- Male Snowy Owl-In Stasis

1- Female Snowy Owl-In Stasis

1- Male House Elf-In Stasis

1- Female House Elf-In Stasis

Mail Mirror- Charmed to work between worlds. Allows the user to talk and send through letters and packages.

Harry quickly selected the second setting causing the front of the trunk to lower to the ground, forming a set of steps down into the trunk. Harry walked inside and stared open mouthed. There were shelves holding stuff neatly and various beings in stasis but what immediately caught his attention was that majority of the room was filled with junk! Odds and ends of all kinds. Harry saw woman's dresses, old robes, metal weapons and walking sticks. Not to mention stacks and stacks of books!

"Hedwig." Harry whispered, tears coming to his eyes before he shook his head. The female snowy owl wasn't Hedwig no matter how much he wished she was. It had been nearly a year since her death for him and it still hurt. Reaching out with a trembling hand he caressed her breast feathers.

Whatever spell held her asleep broke and she woke with a krek. She twisted her head to stare at him with intelligent icy blue eyes. Finally she blinked before she purred at him. Harry caressed her feathers causing her to lean into his touch.

"Hello girl." Harry said, a smile lighting up his face.

The snowy owl carefully climbed up his arm. She cooed, rubbing her head against his cheek when she got to his shoulder.

"I think I will call you Freya." Harry told her. "How would you like it?"

The owl bobbed a couple of times before she flew back to her perch. She pecked at the male causing Harry to chuckle before he handed her an owl treat. Harry reached over and touched him as well. The male shivered as he awoke, his wings flexing. Harry looked at him closer and saw some of his feather were actually silver in the pattern of what looked like lightning bolts.

"Hello." Harry said, offering him an owl treat. The male eyed him before he ruffled his feathers and grunted. Begrudingly he took the offered treat.

"Well." Harry laughed softly. "I think we're going to need to take some time to get to know one another."

Standing in stasis was a male elf dressed in trousers, an open robe, vest and boots. He was a little taller than a normal House Elf and had black hair on his head. The female was wearing a little sundress and was several inches shorter than the male and had strangely enough, pink hair. Reaching out he laid a hand on the male's shoulder.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

The elf stared up at him adoringly with green eyes.

"Dobbins Master." The elf said, bowing slightly. "Son of Dobby and Winky sir. This is Sareth, Dobbins' mate."

"Dobby and Winky's son?" Harry asked shocked. "I didn't even know your parents were together."

Dobbins looked embarrassed.

"Mr. Crouch and old Master Malfoy breds them together Master." He said. "I and my sister Mairgold were born to them."

"Why aren't you with the Malfoy's then?" Harry asked confused.

"I was sold to pay a fine to the Ministry by nasty old Master Malfoy." Dobbins said, a vindictive smile flashing across his young face. "Dobbins' father came and brought me to Hogwarts. I was asked by Lord Akkytoosh if I wanted to serve Harry Potter. I heard about Harry Potter and of his greatness from my father. I wished to serve you Master. My mate Sareth came with me so that we might find a new life and raise a family here in Tamriel."