A/N: First things first, I do not own Harry Potter Or Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim as they belong to J.K. Rowling and Bethesda Softworks respectfully. Now, I will be changing things a lot. But there will be a few things that come from canon sources, the first major changes happen in this chapter, along with some little ones.

Chapter One – Divine Intervention

Hog's Head, Hogsmeade – January 1980

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore sat within a small room inside the Hogsmeade pub called Hog's Head waiting for Sybill Trelawney to appear. Finishing his third mug of butterbeer, when the door was opened cautiously by a thin woman with thick glasses that increased the size of her eyes, around her shoulders was an unusual amount of shawls, cloaks and bangles all of which were covered with shining sequins and glittering strings of beads.

"H-Hello H-Headmaster D-Dumbledore," Sybill spoke in a soft, misty and ethereal-like voice as she edged closer to the empty chair.

"Ah, Miss Trelawney. Come, my dear, please sit."

"T-Thank you for seeing me."

"My pleasure, now I understand that you wish to apply for the position of Divination Professor?"

"Y-Yes Professor."

"Call me Albus my dear, Now I have known from your days at Hogwarts that you are the great-great-granddaughter of renown Seer Cassandra Trelawney." Albus paused to study the young woman before him over his half-moon glasses, "are you able to use 'the sight' as Cassandra?"

Sybill stiffened at his question, knowing that the Position needed someone with the gift of 'The Sight' like her famous ancestor. She tried to give a vision of things to come, but each time she gave one Albus had shot it down.

"My dear, I am sorry but without your ancestor's gift I will be pressured to discontinue the class."

Sybill hung head at Dumbledore's words, knowing that she had failed her ancestor. As Dumbledore stood to leave, the room darkened as if all sources of light were being sucked to a single point. That point was the young woman opposite him, taking his seat once more Dumbledore sat there waiting.

Sybill raised her head and faced Dumbledore, her eyes had turned white while her body becomes like a statue.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…" came a haunting, and throaty voice so unlike the young woman's that Dumbledore was taken aback, "born to those who have thrice-defied him, born as the seventh month dies…" 'that could mean either young Harry or young Neville' Dumbledore thought before Sybill continued. "And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the power of an ancient art the Dark Lord knows not…" 'Ancient Art? Some long lost form of magic?' Dumbledore wondered as the sound of people rough-housing came from the other side of the door, Dumbledore rose moved to the door.

"How Dare you show your greasy-haired face hereafter the shit you pulled." came the gruff voice of Aberforth.

Opening the door Albus saw his brother pick up and drag a young Severus Snape away and down the steps, making a note to talk to Aberforth later Albus returned to Sybill.

"And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…" Sybill finished as her head dropped to her chest.

Dumbledore knew that the young woman had given a true prophecy, but was shocked when she continued.

"The Serpent Lord's fall comes as Sun's Height reaches its end, but the cost will be high…" 'Sun's Height? But how high will that cost be?' Dumbledore wondered. "Raised by the Slayer of the darkest destroyer, Child of the Sky Lords shall return…" 'Slayer, Destroyer and Sky Lords?' Dumbledore could feel a headache form at the back of his mind. "The child of Two worlds shall vanquish the Dark Lord… The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…" Sybill finishing before her head falls to her chest.

A few silent minutes pass as the light returns to the room and Sybill's body relaxes.

"Are you alright, my dear?" Dumbledore asked.

Sybill looked up at the aged Headmaster, scared as he had changed position.

"I th-think so Professor."

"Sybill, as a member of my staff you have the right to use my first name."

"O-Of course, sorry Pro-Albus."

Dumbledore escorted his newest Staff member out of the pub and up to the ancient Castle known as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizarding, unaware they were being watched. It was a long walk back to the school, but Dumbledore and Sybill managed to reach the main entrance just as dinner was being served.

Once the old man and the young woman had disappeared up the road, the cloaked figure that had watched disappeared with an audible crack. Halfway across the country, a loud crack resounded as the figure appeared out of thin air before a set of black metal gates. Stepping forward as the gates opened as if by themselves, the black-cloaked figure made its way toward a large stately looking manor.

The figure entered the building and made its way deeper, until reaching a set of dark wooden doors. Rising a fist, the figure knocked and waiting.

"Enter." came a cold voice.

The doors opened revealing a gathered number of both men and women, similarly dressed as the newcomer who stepped forward.

"Ah, Severus. You have returned unharmed?"

"Indeed, my lord and I have news."

"And what have you learned in this late hour, Severus?"

"That a prophecy has been heard by Dumbledore, a prophecy that states you will soon have a rival."

Cold red eyes narrowed as they stared at Severus, while the others remained quiet. Rising to his full height the red-eyed man moved around the table and came to a stop before his younger counterpart.

"Give me the prophecy, now!"

Severus spoke the word he had heard from Sybill, afraid that his lord would punish him. But was shocked when his lord simply placed a pale, cold hand upon his shoulder.

"You have done well, Severus. Take your place at this honoured table."

as Severus sat next to a blonde-haired man, their lord returned to his chair and stood behind it.

"My friends, we must act quickly. There can be no threats to our glorious new future, once we have found more information on this new threat I will comfort it personally."

Diagon Alley, London – 4TH March 1980

James Charlus Potter wrapped an arm around his beautiful auburn-haired wife of two years, while she carried their son, Hadrian 'Harry' James Potter within her protective arms. They had just finished added Harry to the list of House Potter members and were now headed to the bookstore. James took hold of his son while Lily Josephine Potter entered the store with a smile, James had Harry bouncing from one knee to the other when his closest friend Sirius black appeared. Seeing the dark-haired self-titled ladies man of Hogwarts walk up to them, James could only smirk at the memories of their school adventures.

"Pa'foo!"

"Pup!"

"What brings the legendary Padfoot to Diagon Alley?"

"You wound me, James. Do I, Sirius Orion Black need a reason to see my best friend and godson."

"Yes, now what is it?"

"The order has learned of an attack by the Dark lord's forces."

"Where?"

"Here in Diagon Alley."

"When?"

"That's the problem, we don't know. Where's Lily?"

"Inside buying more books."

As if on cue, Lily exited the shop as a group of Death Eaters apparated into the Alley. Curses and hexes soon started flying, Lily took Harry from James as Sirius came to stand beside his best friend. Five minutes into the fighting, more Aurors and death eaters appeared, soon followed by The Dark Lord himself.

"Ah, Lord Potter and Black."

At his command, the Death Eaters stop slinging spells and stood behind their Master, while the Aurors saw to the wounded bystanders and their comrades.

"Drop your wand and come quietly Lord Voldemort," James commanded.

"You dare speak the Dark Lord's name Potter!" a female voice cried.

"Not now Bella, I came to talk."

"Talk to you, why now? Why after all the killing of innocent Witches and Wizards along with their children would you of all people wish to talk?"

"Why my Lord Potter, it is not I wish to see such magical blood go to waste. No, my miss guided friend, I have come here today to end the bloodshed."

"If that is true than drop your wand."

Voldemort handed his bone-white wand to his second-In-Command, one Bellatrix LeStrange nee Black.

"There Lord Potter, I am unarmed."

"Say what you came here to say."

"James, you can't trust him?"

James looked at Sirius with a half-smirk, before turning back to the Dark Lord.

"I, Lord Voldemort have come here on this day to offer Lords Potter, Black and Lady Potter a chance to join our ranks to see the power returned to its rightful place in the hands of those who are truly worthy of it." Voldemort paused giving them a moment to think over their choices, "I would hear your answer Lord Potter."

An intense few minutes past as James kept the Dark Lord under his hazel stare, behind the tall man was Lily, Lady Potter who kept her Willow wood wand trained on the Dark lord while Harry cried within her arms.

"I'm waiting, Lord Potter."

"I am sure that all three answers will be a resounding no." Voldemort hissed at their refusal, "Now Lord Voldemort you are under arrest by the powers of the office of the D.M.L.E."

"This is the third time you and your wife have defied me…" 'Wait, thrice-defied. A child born to those who have thrice-defied me.' silently calling his wand to his hand, "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Sirius summoned a granite wall while James crouched low over his wife and child, soon the fighting resumed. Curses and hexes flying once more, but soon the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters were outnumbered. Dumbledore along with the rest of the Order had appeared behind the back of the Death Easters, forcing Voldemort and his forces to retreat. The losses appeared worse than they really were, as Dumbledore approached the Potters.

"I hear that you spoke with Voldemort, James."

"Yes, Professor."

"And what did he want?"

"He asked for the three of us to join his group and help them take over, but we refused."

Dumbledore stared at each of the three adults before locking eyes on the small frame of Harry. 'His parents have fulfilled their part of the prophecy, soon he must lose them.' Dumbledore before looking back to James.

"At least the death toss was kept to a minimum this time, I fear it will get worse before we see peace."

And with those words hanging in the air like think smoke Dumbledore watched the Potters and their closest ally leave.

Godric's Hollow, England – 24TH October 1981

James was watching as his fifteen-month-old son, Hadrian 'Harry' James Potter rode his toy broom around the living room. The boy was all giggles has not thirty minutes ago he had chased Lily's large black and grey cat, who had escaped upstairs to the master bedroom.

"James come on, dinners almost ready," Lily called from the kitchen.

James rose from the lounge and grabbed his son off the broom, holding the little Potter on his left hip as the bigger Potter stored the toy in a nearby cupboard. As the Potter men entered the kitchen, they were greeted by an Auburn-haired witch was plating the food.

"Your boys are here," James said while placing Harry in his chair.

"Well, it's your turn to feed Prongslet as the mutt calls him."

"Now Lilypad, don't be harsh on old Padfoot…"

"Pa'foo! Pa'foo!." Harry cried.

"Yes Harry, Padfoot will be here later. But first…"

Lily watched with a barely contained giggled as James attempted and failed to feed Harry his dinner, after a few more minutes she took pity on the Raven-haired wizard and took over. James watched as Harry welcomed each bite of food that his mother offered.

"How do you do it Lils."

"Do what?"

"Get our son do what you want him to do."

Lily smiled at her husband, "Well my dear husband, a mother always knows best when it comes to her children."

A knock on the front door saw James leaving the kitchen to answer it, only to return with both Sirius and Peter following him.

"Lils!"

"Mutt! Hello Peter."

"Hi Lily, sorry about all this."

"Relax Peter it's not your fault they're stuck in this cottage."

Peter smiled weakly at his friend, but couldn't see the happiness of their situation.

"Right well, Dumbledore won't be much longer. Now, Lily, have you completed the polyjuice potion?"

Lily's answer comes in the form of a narrow glare.

"Right stupid question, Sirius we'll need one of your hairs."

Sirius pulled two hairs from his head and handed them to Lily, who dropped them into the Potion on the stove.

"It will be ready in a few moments."

"Okay Good, now Sirius. We need to you to take Harry and stay in the nursey…"

"Until the Headmaster has finished the charm and has left, trust me Prongs I've it. Now hand me, my godson."

Sirius picks up Harry and disappeared upstairs, minutes later Dumbledore arrived. Entering Potter cottage the aged Headmaster saw that the Potters had gone with using Sirius as their Secret-Keeper, a bold if somewhat notice choice.

"Are we ready to begin."

All three adults nodded.

An hour later and the Fidelius Charm was cast, Dumbledore ensured that Voldemort could not find the boy. But to be safe, he had place monitoring charms throughout the house while it was empty one day.

"If that is all James, I must return to Hogwarts."

"Thank you, Professor. I'm sure we'll sleep well knowing no one save Sirius here can find us."

"Of course, stay safe."

After the resounding pop had rung out, the real Sirius Black carrying Harry came down the stairs. And Peter was Peter once again, as Sirius passed Harry to Lily.

"No matter who brews that potion it still tastes bad."

"Sorry Peter, but now everyone including Dumbledore will believe that Sirius is the Secret-Keeper. So thank you for doing this, it means the world to us."

Peter couldn't look his friends in the eye, as they showed him much love and warmth.

"Alright it is late, We'll meet up in a week."

Sirius and Peter nodded before leaving, the Potters felt safe for the first time since this war started. Lily guided her husband up the stairs stopping at Harry's room to place the sleeping child in his cot. Once she was sure her little man was asleep, Lily left the nursey and guide James to their bedroom.

Godric's Hollow, England – 31TH October 1981

James was resting on the lounge with the napping form of his fifteen-month son on his chest, Lily was in the kitchen washing the dishes from the evening's dinner while listening to music on a charmed radio.

As Lily finished the dishes and entered the living room to prepare for Peter's arrival, the air inside the house changed. James wrapped a protective arm around Harry and stood up.

"James, what's going on?"

"Not sure Lils."

They got their answer as the front door exploded into tiny shards, revealing the black-cloaked figure of the Dark Lord.

"Lily, Take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off!"

"No James, you can't. Not by yourself."

"Lily trust me, please. Now Go!"

Lily bolted for the stairs, narrowly dodging a cutting hex from the Dark Lord. James rushed forward and blocked the path to the second floor.

"James Charlus Potter, you were given a chance to help shape the Wizarding world at my side. Now you and your Mudblood wife will die, as will your son."

"Not while I still breathe, Voldemort."

"Brave, now very Gryffindor of you. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The sickening green spell rocketed across the room, James dived clear as it slammed against the wall behind him. James sent two cutting hexes and a disarming spell, but all missed their mark. Returning to his James stood defiant in the face of defeat, knowing that he was giving Lily time to escape.

"You have fought Bravely James, but I grow tired of your stubbornness. AVADA KEDAVRA!"

The Spell impacts the wall behind the Marauder, and the explosion sent him flying across the room and into a bookcase which fell over him knocking James unconscious. Voldemort didn't see the point in finishing the man as he was going to set fire to the place after he had killed the child.

Making his way up the stairs, the Dark Lord could hear the Mudblood's voice, like she was praying… No begging for help. It was like sweet music to his ears, but when he forced the door open he was greeted with a different scene.

There standing next to a kneeling Lily Potter with a hand on the woman's shoulder was a tall red-haired woman dressed in expensive-looking robes and an aura that screamed power.

"You shall not take this child, Dark One. He is under my protection."

"No one defies me, I AM LORD VOLDEMORT, AVADA KEDAVRA!"

His spell shot across the gap between them, Lily shot up and blocked the killing curse with her body. There was nothing to save the mother, the strange woman thought as she attempted to reach for the child. A cutting curse was sent and she stilled.

"You would dare attack a god mortal?"

"You are no God, only I can be Immortal."

This Voldemort sent the killing curse at little Harry, but Mara protected the child with a powerful shield. A shield created by James and lily's love for their child, but to use much powerful and ancient magic Lily had to scar her son. There just above his right eye bleeding was a rune, ancient and forgotten for the most part but powerful in its effect. It was shaped like a lightning bolt, and to the mortals, it was known as Sowilo. The green spell rebound off the shield and impacted Voldemort in the chest, right over his cold heart. In that instant his body turned to ash, his cloak and wand dropped to the floor and all that was left of the Dark Lord was a wraith.

As Mara took hold of Harry, the wraith form of the Dark Lord passed through the crying child. Leaving behind the tiniest of shards of his already broken soul upon the child, while Mara, The Mother-Goddess of and compassion opened a whirling portal of black and purple to her native world of Nirn. As the Portal closed behind the goddess it sent open a shock wave of energy that ripped the upper floor of the cottage in two than all was silent.

A/N: And that is the First Chapter done, As you can see this my answer to a few things like why everyone believed Sirius betrayed James and Lily. As well as my personal answer for the lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead as in canon the killing curse does not leave a mark on the body. Hope you all enjoy the start of Rise of the Dovahkiir, until next time…

Aal Hin Thu'um Kos Mul (May Your Voice Be Strong).