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"Talking"

Thoughts

'Telepathy'

"Spells"

"Foreign Languages"

§Parseltongue§

"Thu'um/Dovahzul/Daedra"

Chapter 3: Closure and Getting Out There

Harry was eating his supper when a chime caught his attention. Putting down his spoon he pushed his stew away, placing a warming charm on it. Rushing into the other room he saw his mirror flashing.

"Activate." Harry said.

A clear image of Hermione appeared on the screen. Her face brightened when she saw him, a smile coming to her face. She looked healthier than the last time he had seen her. Her hair was washed and she looked like she had actually gotten some rest.

"Hello Hermione." Harry said with a smile. It was good to see her even if it had only been four days. "You're looking better."

She flashed him a grin before mock-glaring at him.

"Thanks you prat. I'm not so worried about you now, though I still wish you were here." Hermione said. "I needed to talk to you since I have a little present for you."

"Oh?" Harry asked with a raised brow.

"Yep." She said, popping the 'p'. "Hold on, I'll send it through."

Reaching down she grabbed a paper wrapped box and placed it against the mirror. With a flash it appeared on the table Harry had placed in front of his mirror. Harry had charmed him with a cushioning charm so nothing would happen to any packages that landed on it. Harry reached forward and opened it. Inside laid two leather harnesses with brass buckles and a pouch. Attached to the middle of the harnesses was a golden disk with his family crests on it. Included with it was a scroll tube.

"What am I looking at Hermione?" Harry asked, brows raised again.

"I remembered you saying that you were worried about Freya and your other owl getting hurt. I got together with Professor Flitwick and we enchanted the harnesses. They go on your owls." Hermione informed him, her excitement clear on her face. "They are charmed for comfort and will repel weapons, other hostile birds, boost their eyesight, and even repel the weather so it won't affect their flight. They can fly perfectly fine in a snow or rain storm if need be and be completely comfortable and safe. The pouch has a shrinking and expansion charm on it. It will shrink anything placed inside and will hold quite a lot. To get it stay on them you merely need to slide the harness around their wings and tap the disk with your wand. It will tighten the harness and do up the buckles. There are enough comfort charms on them they will hardly notice they are there and it won't affect their flying."

Harry was speechless.

"I – Thank you Hermione." Harry said, eyes a little glassy. Hedwig had meant a lot to him and Hermione knew it. He did not wish to lose another owl He also didn't want anything happened to his other owl either. "This means a lot. Please thank Professor Flitwick for me as well."

"I placed our notes on the spells inside of the scroll tube so you can make more in the future if you need to and we are unavailable." Hermione informed him.

"I have something for you as well Hermione." Harry said, flashing her a smile.

"Ooh what is it? What is it?" Hermione asked leaning forward and bouncing slightly in place.

Laughing Harry stood up and grabbed a package of his own. Inside were copies of the Spell Tomes he had used and the other books Akatosh had given him. Utilizing his new wand he had made a perfect copy of them that wouldn't disappear. Unknown to Hermione Harry planned to make a copy of any book he found as long as they weren't dangerous to send to his best friend. He figured he could find a weapon or some armor Ron would like. Harry planned to find gifts for all of his friends so they knew that he still thought of them.

"Here Hermione." Harry said pushing the package through the mirror. "I made two copies of the Spell Tomes I have learned from and the other books Akatosh gave me. I want you to have a copy and for Hogwarts as well. While Akatosh told me you will not be able to learn them I figured you would like reading them. Who knows, they might give someone ideas of inventing similar spells."

Harry had, over the past four days, learned each of the spells in the tomes. He had by no means mastered them but he had taken to spending time in the RoC and practicing the Tamrielic spells and his Wizarding spells. Just because he was learning a new kind of magic didn't mean Harry wanted to become rusty in his own. Harry had also started working out with muggle equipment the room provided. Dobbins had been able to help him learn what to do. Apparently part of the House Elf magic was being able to help their Masters accomplish what they set out to do.

Combined with his diet Harry hoped to stay in shape. His new body was in decent shape and had none of the aches and pains of his old one nor was he a stunted runt. Harry never wanted to live like that again. Still, Harry figured he would be doing a lot of walking in the future seeing as how they didn't have cars or trains. Well he'd walk at least until he managed to duplicate the magic Voldemort used to fly without a broom. Harry couldn't wait to be able to fly on his own. He imagined it would be even better than flying on a broom.

Hermione squealed with excitement as she ripped open the package.

"Thank you Harry." Hermione said, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Perhaps you could send us some of the Alchemy ingredients and potions in the future?"

Harry chuckled. It was nice to see that his friend had not been too changed by the war.

"I will do my best Hermione." He promised.

"Have you named your new owl yet?" Hermione asked.

"Yes. It took a while as he was quite picky." Harry replied. "We have been getting to know one another. I named him Thor since he has some jagged silver streaks in his feathers."

"Going for a Norse theme?" Hermione joked before she frowned. "His coloring is odd though. Most males are pure white while females have black spots."

"I prefer to think of him as unique." Harry defended his newest owl. Thor let out a prek, seemingly in agreement causing Harry to jump a little.

Hermione giggled.

"How is everything going there?" Harry asked hesitantly, leaning forward to see her face closer.

"Hogwarts is still being repaired and Kingsley has taken back the Ministry with some Aurors he called upon."

"Good to see they are actually good for something." Harry said bitterly. He hadn't seen any of the Aurors outside of Kingsley and Tonks at Hogwarts fighting against the Death Eaters.

Hermione offered him a look of understanding.

"Kingsley says the Aurors are severely depleted. Some fled the country but several were killed for fighting back against the Death Eaters taking over the Ministry." Hermione said. "Some were sent to the camps."

Harry sighed.

"Umbridge was found dead." Hermione informed him. "Apparently she was kissed by a Dementor before someone killed her."

"Good!" Harry spat viciously causing Hermione to glance at him with surprise. "What? You can't tell me she didn't deserve it."

Hermione finally nodded.

"I suppose so." She said.

"I will never mourn her." Harry said flatly turning away slightly to stare at wall. His hand clenched in a fist. Though he no longer bore the scars from being forced to use a Blood Quill he would not forget it. "She tortured us and she sent muggleborns to camps and god knows what else."

Hermione watched him sadly. The war had brought the viciousness and darkness out in a lot of them.

"George moved back into the Burrow but he doesn't leave his bedroom except to eat or use the bathroom." Hermione said worried. "He walks around like a Zombie. I know Ron and their mum are really worried about him."

Harry winced. Harry had been horrified to learn that Fred had died. It just didn't compute, one Weasley twin without the other. Harry couldn't imagine losing a sibling like that. Especially with how close Fred and George had been.

Harry rolled the wand made for him by Akatosh between his fingers. He thought about the hint Akatosh had given him. Harry was thinking that it, like the Elder Wand, was capable of feats of magic thought impossible. Harry pointed the wand towards his broken Holly and Phoenix feather wand.

"Reparo!" Harry chanted.

The Holly and Phoenix feather wand snapped together before emitting a shower of sparks. Taking a breath Harry picked it up and slumped in relief as a gently warmth traveled through his body. He felt like a piece of himself had been returned. Flicking it he conjured a bouquet of flowers that he then transfigured several times.

From flowers to a rabbit, a puppy, a bouncy ball and finally into a piece of paper which he incinerated. His new skill with Transfiguration still amazed him a bit. He had utilized Occlumency and the Diadem of Ravenclaw each night before he went to bed to organize his own memories and those he had inherited from the others. He was already noticing a difference in his casting.

Taking out three wand holsters Harry had found amongst the junk in his trunk Harry slid each of his important wands into them. The holsters would hide the wands from others. Even if they frisked him they would never feel them. Harry paused in thought with his new wand in his hand. There was one more thing he needed to do.

Pulling out the Resurrection Stone and it's golden band Harry stared at it. Waving the wand he repaired the stone with a click, making it whole once more. Next he sent a polishing charm at the golden band causing it to gleam. He did not want to become obsessed with talking with his dead family. Nor did he want to cause them pain. Still he needed to talk to them at least one more time. Just he was about to pick up the stone it levitated and reattached itself to the golden band which flew onto his finger. The shades of Lily, James and Sirius appeared around him.

"Mum, Dad." Harry breathed.

"Hello son." James said, offering his son a slightly sad smile.

"We're so proud of you sweetheart." Lily told him with a smile.

Harry turned away from them in shame. Tears gathering in his eyes.

"I abandoned the Wizarding world and my friends." Harry said.

A hand that felt both cold and warm grabbed his chin surprising him. Harry was forced to turn and look at his mother. Lily reached up and wiped away his tears. She embraced him tightly before she released him.

"You could not help them any longer Harry." Lily told him gently. "You chose to travel to a new world to continue helping others even though it may cause you more pain. You chose to continue to be a hero son."

"I think you're a little crazy kiddo but I am glad that you are still alive." Sirius chimed in to break the tension. "I'm sure there are some sexy birds in this new world that will catch your eye."

"Sirius Orion Black!" Lily snapped. "My son needs to catch his bearings in this world before he even thinks about women."

"While I wouldn't have put it quite like Padfoot." James said, not wanting to earn the ire of his wife. "I am glad that you are still alive. You are much to young to join us in the Afterlife Harry. You have a new opportunity, a new life to live. Live your life to fullest and don't let sorrow and regrets hold you back."

"You have the potential to live for a long time baby." Lily said. "Be sure to fill your life with good times and good friends. And if the time comes and your find that special someone or several someones don't hesitate to give them your heart. Enjoy the sex and give us some grand babies."

"Mum." Harry whined. He didn't really feel like discussing his sex life with his mother.

Lily giggled before kissed him on the forehead and faded away.

"You can call upon us if you need to kiddo." Sirius said. "It doesn't hurt as much to be in the realm like it did in the other. You ever need advice or just someone to talk to call upon us."

Sirius gave him a quick hug before he faded away.

"Read the family Grimoire son." James told Harry. "There are spells and other things in there I never learned. Even with our memories there's always something more to learn."

James hugged his son before he ruffled his hair.

"We love you son." James smiled. "Make us proud and more importantly have pride in yourself and your accomplishments. Call up Moony and Nymphadora. I know you are dreading talking to them but you need to."

James quickly disappeared like the others.

Biting his lip Harry fiddled the with ring filled with indecision. Sighing he knew he needed to get this over with. Procrastinating wouldn't help anything. The two people he really didn't want to see but needed to appeared in front of him. Tonks stood wearing her torn jeans, a Weird Sister's t-shirt and sporting her favorite bubblegum pink hair. Remus wore a new looking tweed outfit. His original blue eyes looked at Harry before Harry lowered his gaze.

"Remus, Tonks I'm sorry." Harry apologized. "I'm sorry I abandoned Teddy."

"Look at us Harry." Remus said sternly, gripping his shoulders and forcing Harry to look up at him. "We don't blame you for deciding to travel to this new world. You were not ready to die and that is okay."

Harry's eyes darted over to Tonks.

"I don't blame you either Harry." Tonks reassured him, smiling sadly. "You couldn't return to our world and decided to be noble and heroic and fight for another."

"Don't blame yourself Harry." Remus said. "Teddy will have plenty of people to tell him about his parents and you will still be able to talk to him over the mirror."

"That is no substitute for being there in person." Harry said bitterly.

Remus clipped him in the side of them startling Harry into looking up at him.

"Don't let bitterness poison your heart Harry." Remus advised him. "You are too good of a person to live in such misery. You have your entire life to live. It's best to try and make it a good one."

"Yeah no one likes an angsty loser Potter." Tonks said, punching him on the shoulder and flashing him a grin before the two disappeared.

Harry sat down in his chair and cried. He cried out the pain of losing his parents, losing Sirius. He cried for losing nearly everything he knew. He cried at the loss of his friends who he would only be able to talk to through a mirror and not being able to be there for his godson. Dobbins found him asleep in his chair half an hour later and levitated him to his bed.

"Let me help you with your armor sir." Dobbins told Harry the next morning.

Harry smiled at the change of address. Harry had sat down with both Dobbins and Sareth, who he had awakened the day after Dobbins, and laid down some rules. They were never to hurt themselves. If they thought they had done something wrong they were to bring it up with him and they would discuss it. He had also ordered them to call him sir instead of Master as he couldn't get them to call him by his name no matter how much he pushed. Sir had been the most formal address they would accept. Harry did not like the connotations that came with being called someone's Master. Harry had never treated House Elves like slaves, at least he hoped he hadn't, and he wasn't about to start now. Harry knew that they were thinking, feeling, sentient beings and he would treat them that way.

Harry had also told them he would buy materials for them to make into uniforms for themselves. Harry had always found the tea towels House Elves wore to be ridiculous. He had only gotten them to agree since he wasn't giving them clothes. Harry felt a little bad that he had also blackmailed them slightly by suggesting that how they dressed would reflect on him as they represented him and his House. He knew how eager House Elves were to please Masters that were kind to them. With that in mind Harry had also ordered them to get plenty of rest and eat as much as they needed and to tell him if they ever had any problems.

Harry tightened his dark leather armor with Dobbin's assistance as he readied himself to greet the world. The leather was dark brown, almost black in color. It had two small steel plates attached to the front of it. The armor was longer than he thought it would be, easily hanging over his groin. A round one to cover the stomach and one attached over his chest with thickened leather behind it. Harry had decided that he wished to explore more of the world and hopefully find a town. He wished to learn more about Tamriel and it's people. Harry slipped on a belt with several pouches on it.

One contained some money and another held several potions he might need while another was expanded with an Undetectable Expansion Charm like Hermione's beaded bag. Harry admitted that it had taken him a few tries before he had seceded in making it. He did not plan to mention that to Ron or Hermione. Dobbins snapped his fingers causing the laces on his leather bracers to tighten.

The bracers started at his wrists and ended over his elbows. The part over his elbows was slightly thicker than the rest and tied across since the inside section left the crook of his elbow bare so he could bend it easily. Harry was surprised how alike the part over his elbows were to elbow pads on Earth. The padded leather pants felt a little strange but would offer some protection for his legs. They weren't exactly uncomfortable just not what he was used to. Like the elbows he had thicker pads over his knees like knee pads. The leather boots fit his feet just right and were fairly comfortable.

Accepting Gryffindor's sword from Dobbins Harry stared at it. He didn't really care for the form it was in. It hadn't changed from the way it had been when he was twelve and slew the basilisk. Unfortunately Harry hands were bigger now and he felt a little ridiculous holding it. The handle was too thin, the guard too short and the blade was too long and thin as well. It just didn't feel right to him. Harry found it kind of ugly as well. Narrowing his eyes Harry concentrated and the sword slowly changed shape into a broad sword and became slightly heavier.

Gryffindor's name disappeared from the blade and was replaced with runes. It's handle was wider and the guard had both thickened and widened. Harry had changed the decorative hilt as well. Each side held the family crests of the Potter, Peverell and Black Houses. Swinging it Harry found it to be a lot more comfortable fit for his hand. Even though it had changed shape it was still quite light. Harry just shook his head and held the tip against the lip of the sheath. The sheath itself widened allowing him to fully sheath it before he buckled it to his waist.

Since he cast with his left hand he buckled it on his left side so he would be able to draw the sword with his right. He felt a little ridiculous even carrying it as he didn't know much of sword-fighting. Basically swing it and stick the other guy with the pointy end. His silver dagger was sheathed behind his back in a special holster. The last thing to go on was his hooded dark grey cloak, held closed by a silver pin with his family crest engraved in it. Stretching a little he adjusted to the feel of his armor.

Grabbing the Cloak of Invisibility Harry had it change to the shape of a necklace. He blinked as it shifted into a silver necklace with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows hanging from it. It was similar to the necklace Xenophilius Lovegood had worn to Bill and Fleur's wedding but the necklace links were slightly thicker. Sliding it over his head he tucked it beneath his armor. Next Harry picked up the ring containing the Resurrection Stone and slid it on his finger. Harry had repaired the stone, making it whole once more. Since he was it's Master he did not need to turn the stone to use it. He need only focus upon it

Sighing he walked to the entrance.

"I will be back later." Harry said. "Dobbins, Sareth please keep the tent safe."

"Here Sir." Sareth said shyly offering him a bag. "I packed you a snack if you get hungry."

"Thank you Sareth." Harry said, offering her a small smile before he slid it, probably a sandwich with some extras, into his empty pouch which sucked it in. "I appreciate it."

The female elf was naturally shy but quite friendly when you got through to her.

Harry gazed over the wild countryside as he walked down a well beaten path. It was partially paved with stone while the rest of it was earth packed down by centuries of traffic. The world around him was truly beautiful and it had none of the pollution his old world had. The weather was pleasantly cool and the calm breeze ruffled his hair.

Every once in a while Harry would see a hare or a deer running around. He had even seen a pair of foxes gambling around playfully bringing a smile to his face. Harry was glad for the solitude and the chance to gather his thoughts. His stomach rumbled so he decided to find a place to sit down and enjoy the snack Sareth had sent with him. Finding a relatively flat rock nearby he sat down. Pulling out the sack he found a couple of ham and cheese sandwiches, a bag of crisps and a bottle of butterbeer. Grinning Harry took a big bite out of his sandwich.

"Mmm." Harry moaned.

The ham was slightly sweet which went well with the slightly tangy mayonnaise and crisp lettuce. Harry savored it along with his homemade crisps. He was just opening it when he heard a whine. Startled Harry looked over to see a shaggy dark brown furred dog eyeing his sandwich. Seeing him looking the dog licked it's lips before giving him a pathetic look.

Laughing Harry conjured a bowl and filled it with water before tearing his second sandwich in half. He tossed the other half to the dog and watched it scarf it down quickly before taking a couple of drinks from the bowl. Whining it stared at the other half of his sandwich.

"This is my half pooch." Harry said, turning his head away. In response the dog came over and laid it's head in his lap.

Sighing Harry offered it the other half which it quickly ate before it licked his fingers in gratitude. Harry ran a soothing hand through the dogs fur while he cast several charms. One cured heart worms, which the dog had, another cleaned it's fur, another killed any flees and the last trimmed it's nails and cleaned it's teeth. Harry sat with the dog for a while thankful that it was now clean and it's fur no longer matted. The dog seemed pretty happy about it to as it panted happily.

Harry grabbed the last item out of the bag. A Granny Smith Apple, his favorite, which he polished on his armor before happily taking a bite. The crunch was satisfying. The bite was juicy and tangy.

Walking over the hill Harry saw a wooden sign staked firmly in the ground. A couple of unlit lanterns hung at the sides of the sign, likely to illuminate it at night. Faltr was the name of the town. He had left the dog about a half hour ago with it taking off in the other direction. Harry stepped out of the way to allow a cart filled with goods to pass him by. He had no desire to be trampled.

The town looked to be fairly good sized. The outside was blocked from the wilderness by stone walls with crosswalks and guard towers. Several guards stood by the entrance wearing steel chain-mail armor and blue tunics. Harry thought their helmets looked a little silly but who was he to judge? Several were armed with bows and quivers while others carried steel swords, axes and round wooden shields with the standard of Falkreath, a stag with intertwined horns.

"Hold on." One of the guards said, stopping Harry from entering. She pulled out square piece of silver.

"Touch this." The guard ordered him while two other guards kept their hands on their weapons.

Stretching out his senses Harry sensed no magic on the metal so he shrugged and gripped in with his right hand. The guard peered closer before nodding and putting the silver bar away.

"Forgive the suspicion but I had to check." She said relaxing. "We've had some problem with werewolves so watch out. You should be safe in the city with the guards checking but we cannot guarantee your safety outside of Faltr."

"What is the reason for your visit?" Another guard asked.

"Trade." Harry replied. "I am looking to purchase some supplies."

The guard nodded.

"You are free to go in but don't start any trouble or you will be arrested." He said. "Oh yeah, welcome to Faltr."

Harry nodded.

"My thanks."

Several inns lined the road along with several blacksmiths. Harry could hear hammers pounding on metal like in movies. People of all manner of colors and several races bustled around. Temporary wooden stalls lined the streets with their vendors calling out their wares.

"Fresh venison here! Hunted them myself just this morning!"

"...fine silk dresses you'll find no where else."

"How bout a silver ring for the misses?"

"Get the best homemade sweetrolls you've ever tasted! Only seven Conti!" A boy called out, carrying a wooden tray that was strapped to his neck. "Mama Crill's Bakery sells all your needed baked goods fresh every morning!"

Harry shrugged and bought one causing the boy to smile, revealing a missing tooth.

"Thanks you ser!" The boy chirped before moving on.

The sweetroll looked sort of like a slightly lop-sided snow capped mountain. Taking a bite he chewed it. He had been expecting something like a cinnamon rolls but it was different. Crunchier than a cinnamon roll it had a sweet buttery flavor. The icing was harder than he thought but added a bit of sweetness to it. He kind of liked it as the icing wasn't sticky so he didn't really need to clean his hands after eating it.

Harry blinked as a he saw a cat-person. She was tall and thin with silver fur and black stripes. One of her ears was pierced with a golden hoop. Harry was surprised how similar to a human woman she looked, at least in body shape. Her brown dress hugged her body and he could see a hint of her furred cleavage. He could see her tail occasionally swishing back and forth. Looking up her orange eyes gazed back at him causing him to blush slightly.

"Fala greets you." The Khajiit purred.

Harry nodded at her.

"Harald." Harry said, introducing himself. "Forgive me for staring. You are the first Khajiit I have ever seen in person."

"Fala doesn't mind." She said kindly, running a paw over her hair. "Fala knows many are curious about the Khajiit even if some do not like us. Fala wonders what it is Harald is looking for?"

"Do you happen to know where I can find some books for sale?" Harry asked.

"Fala likes to visit Arturio's Curios two blocks over." Fala informed him. "Arturio is excitable but he will deal fairly with you."

"My thanks." Harry said, flashing her a smile and handing her a Denari.

"That is not necessary." Fala said.

"Nonsense." Harry shook his head. "I want you to have it."

Fala nodded reluctantly.

"Fala thanks you." She said. "Perhaps we shall meet again."

"I would like that." Harry told her with a smile before following her directions.

Harry glanced at the sign. Painted onto golden wood were the words Arturio's Curios. Harry snorted slightly at the rhyme before opening the door. The shop was well lit with both torches and several windows. Bookshelves lined the walls containing weapons, pieces of armor, jewelry and of course books.

Arturio appeared to be a Breton in his forties with dark brown hair and amber colored eyes. The man's skin was darker than Harry's and he was several inches shorter. His green tunic was well made and sturdy but not made of expensive materials and his leather trousers had dyed purple. Harry blinked in surprise at his red leather boots.

Well he certainly likes to be colorful. Harry thought.

"Welcome to Arturio's Curios! I have a little but of everything and can acquire items you require. I am Arturio." The Breton smiled. "Is there anything I can do for you today?"

"Hello. I am Harald. I'm looking for some books and your shop was recommended." Harry greeted him back, gripping his wrist. "I am new to Skyrim. Is there any books you would recommend I read?"

"Hmm." Arturio rubbed his chin. "I think I have a few books that may interest you."

Bringing over the stack Arturio sat them on the counter. They were Barrows of Skyrim, Herbalists Guide to Skyrim, The Beasts of Skyrim, Rare & Unique Ingredients, Common Alchemical Ingredients of Skyrim, Dwemer History and Culture, Great Harbingers of the Companions, The Ten Commandments of the Eight Divines and Uncommon Alchemical Ingredients of Skyrim.

"What are Barrows?" Harry asked.

"They are tombs built by the ancient Nords." Arturio answered. "They are are said to contain treasures that are guarded by undead creatures, Frost Spiders and dangerous traps."

"What about the Companions?" Harry asked.

"They are similar to the Fighters Guild in Cyrodiil." Arturio answered. "They are based in Whiterun. They are highly respected all over Skyrim. They accepted outsiders who prove themselves. They train them and are said to be like a large family. Apparently Eorlund Gray-Mane, the greatest Blacksmith in Skyrim makes their equipment."

Harry nodded. He might have to check out these 'Companions'.

"Hmm you seem like a discernible seeker of Knowledge." Arturio said, leaning forward and lowering his voice. "I would appreciate it if you took this volume off of my hands. You'd really be doing me a favor."

Harry studied the other Breton. Harry was someone who trusted his instincts even if they sometimes led him wrong. Still he believed his instincts right a majority of the time. He could sense nothing but honesty from the other man so he nodded.

Arturio slid another book over to him. Embossed on the front was the title. The Ten Commands by the Nine Divines.

Harry raised a brow in surprise. Harry figured the man wanted to get rid of it because it mentioned Talos. A ridiculous thing that had been banned by the Thalmor who sounded like a bunch of a elitist snobs similar to the Death Eaters. Harry didn't want to have to deal with another group of people like them but his gut told him he probably would in the future.

"I don't want to be caught with this by the Thalmor." Arturio whispered. "They'd string me up for even owning it."

Harry shrugged.

"Alright I'll take it." He said.

"Wonderful!" Arturio exclaimed. "Your total will be twenty-five Denari and thirty-one Conti unless I can tempt you with something else."

Harry shook his head.

"No thank you." Harry answered.

After leaving the shop Harry walked around the town for a while before entering an apothecary. He purchased several potions the proprietor, Helen Varten, sold. Helen was an Imperial woman in her thirties with long blond hair and blue eyes. She had been rather helpful and even sold him a couple of Alchemy recipes.

The Ten Commands by the Nine Divines

by Anonymous

By the intercession of St. Alessia, you may be so filled with grace, and the strength and wisdom that comes from grace, that through these teachings you may come to the true meaning of the Nine Divines and Their glories. To convey to man's mind all the manifold subtleties of truth and virtue may not be done, were all the seas ink, and all the skies the parchment upon which Their wisdoms were writ. Yet Akatosh, in His wisdom, knowing how impatient is man, and how loathe he is to travel upon the hard roads of truth, has allowed these ten simple commands to be made manifest with powerful clarity and concise definition.

1. Stendarr says: Be kind and generous to the people of Tamriel. Protect the weak, heal the sick, and give to the needy.

2. Arkay says: Honor the earth, its creatures, and the spirits, living and dead. Guard and tend the bounties of the mortal world, and do not profane the spirits of the dead.

3. Mara says: Live soberly and peacefully. Honor your parents, and preserve the peace and security of home and family.

4. Zenithar says: Work hard, and you will be rewarded. Spend wisely, and you will be comfortable. Never steal, or you will be punished.

5. Talos says: Be strong for war. Be bold against enemies and evil, and defend the people of Tamriel.

6. Kynareth says: Use Nature's gifts wisely. Respect her power, and fear her fury.

7. Dibella says: Open your heart to the noble secrets of art and love. Treasure the gifts of friendship. Seek joy and inspiration in the mysteries of love.

8. Julianos says: Know the truth. Observe the law. When in doubt, seek wisdom from the wise.

9. Akatosh says: Serve and obey your Emperor. Study the Covenants. Worship the Nine, do your duty, and heed the commands of the saints and priests.

10. The Nine say: Above all else, be good to one another.

If only each man might look into the mirror of these Commands, and see reflected there the bliss that might enfold them, were he to serve in strict obedience to these Commands, he would be cast down and made contrite and humble. The obedient man may come to the altars of the Nine and be blessed, and may receive the comfort and healing of the Nine, and may give thanks for his manifold blessings.

Heedless, the wicked man turns away, and forsaking the simple wisdoms granted to him by the All-Wise and All-Knowing Nine, he lives in sin and ignorance all the days of his life. He bears the awful burden of his crimes, and before Men and God his wickedness is known, and neither blessing nor comfort may he expect from the altars and shrines of the Nine.

Yet the wicked and foolish are not doomed, for in their infinite mercies, the Nine have said, "Repent, and do Good Works, and the Fountains of Grace shall once more spill forth upon you."

Repent your crimes! Tender unto the Emperor the fines of gold, that they may be used to spread the Faith and its Benefits to all Men!

Do yourself good works! Redeem your infamy by shining deeds! Show to all Men and the Nine the good Fame of the Righteous Man, and you may once again approach the altars and shrines of the Chapel to receive the comfort and blessings of the Nine.

Closing the book Harry blinked. He liked it quite a bit better than the Christian Bible. Harry thought it had more weight as there was actual proof that the Divines actually lived and blessed their followers. There was no proof that the God of the bible existed. He did not speak with or bless his followers as the Divines did.

Looking through the book The Beasts of Skryim Harry was definitely surprised. Sure they had normal animals like fish, hares, deer, elk, bears and wolves. But they also had saber-toothed cats called Sabrecats, icy creatures called Ice Wraiths, ghosts, werewolves, vampires, giant crabs, Giants and honest to Merlin Woolly Mammoths and three-eyed trolls. Not to mention giant spiders. At least these ones didn't seem to talk.

A/N: I know that some might be offended about the part of this story involving God and religion. It is an opinion and not a fact and thus I hope that others will respect it. It's just part of a story. Be prepared for some action next chapter. Not sure when the next chapter will be out but I will try to have at least another new chapter published this month. Please enjoy and keep it real guys.

A/N 2: Another slightly revised chapter since I got rid of the Elder Wand and basilisk armor. Figured he would get some better, and cooler, armor later.