***Disclaimer***

I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER OR THE ELDER SCROLLS.

They belong to J.K. Rowling and Bethesda Softworks respectively. If I missed someone in that, my bad, not intentional.

BOLD = dialogue from game

Harry woke slowly, scanning his surroundings. When he had activated the Arch's runes and stepped through he had been certain that it would take him to another realm, he had just been unable to determine what realm. But at this point, he had nothing left to lose. London was rubble, and as far as he could tell, he had been the only magical left alive within the borders of England, and one of the only humans alive at all on the isles.

"Hey, you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." Harry focused on the blond man sitting in front of him on the cart. If this had been Earth, he'd have said he was Norse by looks and accent. Before he could form a reply one of the others spoke up.

"Damn you Stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking for you, I could've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell. You there. You and me—we should be here. It's these Stormcloaks the Empire wants." This one had the look of wiry strength to him, not the muscled figured of his two other cart mates. His hair was dark and he had bags around his eyes. But he spoke with the same accent as the other one, and he gave some, interesting information…though he didn't know what he was going to be able to do with it.

He hadn't been in this world for more than ten minutes before he was ambushed. He had heard the group captured with him, these Stormcloaks, moving through down the roadway. Either they were supremely unworried about being caught, too tired to put forth any more effort, or horrible at moving quietly seeing as they wore an assortment of heavier armors. Likely it had been a combination of the 3, but regardless, he had heard them…as had likely their captors. An assortment of men and women in scale armor resembling ancient Roman armor had flooded the area, and before he knew it, he had been knocked unconscious.

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." Blondie replied, and it was true. He couldn't apperate anywhere, because he didn't know anywhere to apperate too. The same applied for the emergency portkey in his pocket. Assuming his vault at Gringots hadn't been buried in rubble, he wasn't stupid enough to risk extra dimensional travel via portkey. He would have to look for other opportunities to escape this.

"Shut up back there!" This from one of the armored soldiers, an Imperial he assumed, given the other's earlier comment.

Thief ignored the order…what else could they do to him, "And what's wrong with him?"

"Watch your tongue! You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King." Blondie yelled, and another piece of the puzzle fell into play. Ulfric Stormcloak, and his men were called Stormcloaks.

'Joy, right into the middle of ANOTHER civil war'. What else could he take from the "true High King" comment. At least this was proving informative, and it seemed the others had forgotten about him, which he was grateful for. Ulfric was gagged, and he was the only one. Looking at the other carts it struck him as off that only he would be gagged, but perhaps they just didn't want to deal with whatever rhetoric a challenger to the throne would be spewing in this situation. Harry knew that judicious application of silencing charms had abounded after the Battle of Hogwarts on all the captured Death Eaters and other criminals rounded up there.

"Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?" So not the brightest blub in the bunch.

"I don't know where we're going, but Sovngarde awaits."

Harry tuned out part of the conversation here, only listening enough to take in names, as the other two seemed to have a need to get everything out in the open. He now knew where they were headed, and this would also likely give him a good point of reference in the near future. He didn't want to show off his magical abilities, but given the situation, he would have to do that soon to survive. He just hoped that the locals didn't share medieval Earth's superstition about magic, but it was a risk he would have to take. He noticed Blondie had referred to himself and Thief as "Nord", so close to Norse that with the other similarities, almost made Harry smile. Almost.

Blondie's comments about the girl hurt, as it brought back memories of Hermione. She and Ron hadn't lasted a year after the battle, though they had stayed friends till he died. Two years later, after dancing around each other for months, they were together, and those were the happiest memories Harry could think of, regardless of what had happened in the end. Ron had died in the earlier days of the riots. Hermione had survived with Harry and the remaining Weasley after the initial attack for some time; however, like everyone else, she died too. Not the last of his friends and family to go, but the hardest to watch.

After the wagons pull to a stop and we are unloaded, Thief starts to lose it, "You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!"

He is ignored as an imposing woman in heavy metal armor steps forward, and all his assumptions of similarities to the Romans are confirmed by its look. She could have passed off as a roman soldier during its height of power, down to her helmet that she had tucked under her arm. "Step toward the block when we call your name. One at a time!"

"Empire loves their damn lists," mutters Blondie, glaring at the man standing next to the officer, for she had to be as one of the only ones in that armor, that Harry though if he had a lick of magic in his veins the Imperial male would have combusted. This was more than hate for a enemy soldier, this was personal and powerful hate, something that reminded him Neville's hate for Bellatrix Lestrange.

Ulfric is called forward and he moved forward with a grunt and a glare at all the imperials, but more for the man in bronzed armor standing at the front. It was then that Harry did a double take, as the, person, standing next to the General had the most angled face he had ever seen, with long pointed ears and almond shaped eyes. It was as if Tolkien's elven folk, and Elves from most muggle literature had walked off the page and into his sight. This must be that Thalmor that Blondie had mutter about earlier. 'Well, if there are elves, then it can't be that much of a stretch to believe magic exists'

"Ralof of Riverwood," and with that Blondie—Ralof—walked off to the small crowd of Stormcloak soldiers waiting to be executed. "Lokir of Rorikstead."

At this Thief, Lokir, yelled "No, I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" and took off running. "You're not going to kill me!"

"Archers!" At the captians command one of the archers puts an arrow into Lokir's back and he falls with loud cry. "Anyone else feel like running?" At her comment the actually smiled and it was then that Harry hoped that this one would die soon, somehow. Executing rebels he unfortunately understood. But taking pleasure in their death like this seemed too much like Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

His attention when the list reader spoke again, "Wait, you there. Who are you?"

Harry stepped forward a moment and answered, "Harry Potter."

"You from Daggerfall, Breton? Fleeing from some court intrigue?" So, it seemed something in either his look or accent struck this man as being a, Breton? Oh, the irony of that made him snort quietly, drawing a quirk of list reader's brow. "Captain, what should we do? He's not on the list."

"Forget the list. He goes to the block." This did nothing to improve Harry's opinion of the woman, and caused Reader to flinch slightly.

"By your orders, captain," he said resignedly. "I'm sorry. We'll make sure your remains are returned to High Rock." He directed at Harry, and he truly did seem sorry, not wanting to kill an innocent man by accident. But Harry knew if he refused or argued, with the attitude of the Captain, that it would bode very ill for the younger man.

Harry nodded at him, showing that he understood his predicament, and while he understandably wasn't happy, didn't hold it against the young reader. He moved to step into line with the others, hoping to find a way out of this. He listened to Tullius's speech and noted the phrase "power like the Voice…" Harry could almost sense the capital letter of voice in the word, and knew it didn't refer to being a masterful orator. Suddenly the gag made much more sense. Before things could progress any further, a ripple of magic washed out from the mountains, and a roar sounded moments later like a thunderclap after a lightning strike. The ripple was so intense it stunned Harry for a moment into stillness. Stretching his senses out he felt a…wrongness…where magic seemed to in conflict with its self, stretching and pulling and sending ever decreasing ripples out, but nothing accompanied them. All the others seemed to have noticed was the roar, but regardless, it confirmed that magic did indeed exist in the world.

The general chose to ignore it, or try to, and move on. The captain called for last rights, and a woman in subdued orange and yellow robes step forwards, "As we commend your souls to Aetherius, blessings of the Eight Divines upon you, for you are the salt and earth of Nirn, our beloved—"

One of the Stormcloak soldiers stepped forward and interrupted the priestess and moved himself to the block, much to her displeasure, as she turned Harry got a good look at her, and notice she had a similar facial structure to the dark robbed elf, but different enough to stand out.

The soldier wasn't done speaking yet though, "Come on, I haven't got all morning. My ancestors are smiling at me, Imperials. Can you say the same?" As he finished the headsman separated his head from his shoulders with a wicked looking axe. Responses from the crowd of onlookers were loud and many. One man yelled "Justice!" loud enough to be heard over the den of other voices, while on the other solders gave her opinion "You Imperial bastards!"

Quickly though the crowds quieted and the Captain speaks again, "Next, the Breton!" Reader is speaking in calming tones and ushering me towards the block and my mind is racing for what to do, when another roar rings over the town, much louder than before.

"Do you hear that? There it is again!" The Captain though doesn't care and moves me to the block herself, planting a armored boot into my back and forcing my head to the block. With little other option I starting to cast an Imperio on the Executioner, but before I can finish, a massive dragon that makes the Horntail I faced all those years ago lands on the tower above my head and lets loose a shout, visibly distorting the air. I'm sure it's the adrenalin, but I can swear I made out words of some sort when it did that. Its next action though is something that I can't believe. It shouts at the sky, and this time I can definitely make out words, though not their meaning. The effect though is immediate. The sky starts gather clouds and flaming rocks start to rain down on the Helgen. To me, the power is palpable and I'm stunned momentarily.

When I stagger to my feet, I see the headsman is buried under rubble from the tower the dragon was on, and my blond cart-mate, Ralof, is beckoning me over to him. Following him through the tower across the courtyard, I see Ulfric just inside, gag gone and speaking to other Stormcloak soldiers. I also see individuals with bows and arrows in Imperial armor firing at the dragon, while others in leather armor fling blots of flame at the beast.

Well, at least my questions on magic have been answered.

***AUTHOR'S NOTE***

So, it's been a LONG time since I've tried my hand at a fanfiction, and the others all died bad deaths. This one though has been kicking around in my brain for so long now, I'm going to do my damndest to make myself finish it. No, the other stories won't be coming back.

As for this one. You will learn, over the course of the story (one chapter being a dream sequence/flashback) what happened to Potterverse, as well as how he came to be here. As the title alludes to, it involves the Veil of Death.

1-Harry isn't going to start out a poor, no monied, level 1 character. He is Harry-Freaking-Potter! That does not mean all powerful killing Giants in a single blow either. Magically, think of him as the equivalent of having completed the Mage's guild quest line with all the side quests done. So strong for sure, but still vulnerable to numbers or strong opponents…LIKE DRAGONS.

2-Dragons are going to be stronger in this than the game, because other than the 1st dragon you fight at the watchtower in the game they are all pretty easy. Sorry, for essentially eternal creatures with their range of abilities, Harry will have a hard time. It is why dragon killers like the Blades were so specially trained.

3-He is going to have some of the items from his world, he came into this world willingly, so you would expect him to take precautions and bring things, like gold, potions, ect…Two big items he will have are the beaded bag Hermione made (think unlimited backpack in game) and Griffendor's Sword. There is going to be some tweaking on how they react in this world, and that is going to be explained in story.

4-His elemental magic will work fairly normally in this world, as will any runes. But other stuff? Like a LOT of transfiguration and charms are gonna be not as great here. See point 3 above.

5-Harry will NOT be all things to all people. He won't be doing all the quest lines, but others WILL be, and they will have interaction. So for those of you that hate the Dragonborn in stories being Thane of all 9 holds, leader of all factions, ect, ect…no worries, not happening here. He will have a couple titles (Whiterun is kinda thrust on you) and later 1 MAJOR position within the world.

6- (and I'm getting close to the end here folks) Helgen will be reborn! I hate that it is left in ruins throughout the game, but that will change here. No, haven't played with the Helgen Reborn mod, only played it on PS3

7-Dragonborn and Dawnguard are out for this story. I look at Dragonborn taking place AFTER Alduin's defeat in the timeline (maybe just in my head, but deal with it) and Dawnguard might happen, but it won't be Harry completing it. It will be someone else of importance that does it in the background.

8-(and final note) NO HAREM. NO SLASH. Harry has 1 love interest as the story progresses, and it isn't for a little while yet.

If I didn't answer your question here, review and I'll either answer you, or tell you I can't. No, this isn't BETA'd, and I'm not really looking for one. If that changes, I'll let you know.

Thank, ErikArden out!