Well it's definitely been awhile since I last posted anything here. I've had the worst writer's block for the past couple years really so when this idea was suggested to me I decided to run with it. I guess we'll just see where it goes shall we?

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Skyrim sadly. I wouldn't be so poor if I did.

Chapter 1: The Visitor

A cool breeze whispered through the trees of Godric's Hollow on a beautiful October evening. And though the month was on its final day the trees were still full of red and golden leaves. A few fluttered to the ground from the quiet breeze but most remained steadfast, perched on their branches. Watching. Waiting. Just like the guest that had sat amongst the trees all day, their golden eyes trained on the small cottage below. Inside the cottage was a small wizard family unwinding from their long stressful day. The head male of the house was a tall slender man with untamed black hair and wire rim glasses perched on the tip of his nose. He sat smiling at his beautiful wife, a lovely red haired woman with the most striking emerald colored eyes. This small and slender woman had a smile that could light up the whole room and had this very smile aimed at her infant son. The unseen visitor watched the boy as he giggled at the bubbles floating from the tip of his mother's wand. The boy possessed the same emerald green eyes of his mother that seemed to sparkle with happiness and the same untamed hair as his father. Together the three made a perfect happy family.

Outside the living room window the golden eyes peered out from the branches, removing its gaze only when it felt a shift in the wind. Someone was here. There was a ripple of magical energy as someone entered the wards surrounded the young family's home yet the family remained blissfully unaware for a few moments longer. Silently the new visitor crept up to the house, a shadowy aura surrounding his cloaked frame.

The golden eyed observer watched as the shadowy man pointed his wand at the door, a whispered spell upon his lips.

"Reducto."

The silence of the night was shattered as the unwelcome visitor blew open the front door of the cottage, allowing access inside.

For just a moment the family inside the cottage froze as they took in the sudden appearance of the man at their doorstep.

"Lily! Take Harry and go! I'll hold him off!" The male yelled as he jumped into action and faced the dark wizard.

The woman hesitated only a moment before grabbing her only child and fleeing up the stairs to the nursery.

A yell of "Avada Kedavra!" and a flash of green was the only warning before the man crumbled to the floor, his eyes staring blankly out from behind his glasses, unknowingly staring right at their outside observer.

The golden eyes followed the progress of the dark wizard up the stairs until he had arrived at the nursery, cutting off the mother's escape route.

"Give me the boy and I'll let you live." The dark wizard's voice was more like the hiss of a snake than the voice of a man. He reached out a pale white hand towards the infant only to be blocked by Lily standing between the man and her son.

"You've already taken James from me. I won't let you take Harry!" the woman cried.

"Very well then I shall kill you as well! Avada Kedavra!" Another flash of green light and Lily fell to the floor much like her husband had, her blank eyes staring off into nothing.

There was a flash of sadness in the observer's eyes. It was a shame that the two adults had to die but he could not stop this. These deaths and the events of tonight had all been foreseen many many years ago. He would know he was the one who foresaw it. The observer turned his attention to the boy and was quite impressed by what he saw. Little Harry had just witnessed the murder of his mother yet he was not afraid of the one who had killed her. Those small emerald eyes even seemed to shine in defiance despite him being an infant.

The dark wizard approached the boy, laughing, so sure of his victory.

Holding his wand up again the wizard cried, "Avada Kedavra!" much like he had before.

Only this time as the green light enveloped the baby it caused him to glow. The spell formed a strange green orb of light around the child which he seemed to absorb slowly before it shot out again. A wave of magical energy crashed into everything around it, destroying things in its path. Glass shattered in the windows, toys flew around the room, walls cracked and doors splintered. A fire even started in one of the first floor rooms from a knocked over candle. The dark wizard let out an unearthly screech as the energy collided with him, disintegrating his body into ash. A shadowy figure seemed to form over the ashes of the wizard's deceased body. The golden eyed observer blinked as most of the figure flew off into the night while a tiny bit of it flew into the infant's little body.

The child began to cry as this invading soul colliding with the one already within his body. The observer had not been expecting that. It was not something he had foreseen. There was a great gust of wind through the trees as the one with the golden eyes stretched out and flapped his long golden wings, going airborne for just a moment before landing in the nursery through a destroyed part of the roof. Little Harry looked up wide eyed at the new creature in his room, seeming to momentarily forget about the pain in his awe. The peace lasted only a moment before the pain from the invading soul made itself known again. As Harry began to cry the visitor placed one of his mighty golden wings upon the child's head.

"Hush my child. Be at peace. I cannot remove this soul but I will seal it away until you meet its owner again." The visitor's voice was as ancient as time itself and had a depth to it matched only by the vastness of space.

The infant's eyes drifted closed as he was enveloped by another light, this one gold with the warmth of a sunny day. The visitor removed his wing and watched the light fading, leaving only a lightning bolt scar on the child's forehead.

"You will not remember Harry but this scar is my sign to the world that you have received my blessing. Wear it proud child and know that wherever you go I too shall be there watching over you."

With the child asleep and sensing other wizards arriving at the edge of the wards, the great dragon flew off into the night with a silent grace the Nightmother herself would be envious of.

Fifteen years had passed since the day Harry's parents had died. Eleven of those years had been some of the hardest years a child could endure. After the deaths of Lily and James, Harry had been left with his mother's sister, Petunia Dursley, who had her own husband Vernon and a son, Dudley. All three of Harry's remaining family members were muggles, meaning they couldn't use magic. They were normal everyday people who loved normal everyday things and despised anything strange or even slightly abnormal. Since Harry was the only family member left who could use magic this labeled him as strange and abnormal. So naturally they also despised him. For eleven years Harry had lived under the belief that he was nothing but a freak who should consider himself lucky his family was willing to put up with his freakishness.

On his 11th birthday, the young Harry had found out his strange abilities occurred because he was a wizard and he wasn't a freak at all. In fact there were thousands of wizards all over the world that lived in a secret society hidden from muggles. That didn't make the Dursleys hate him any less. If anything it only increased their hatred. But for once Harry didn't care if his relatives hated him. He had finally found a place where he belonged among the students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For once he was happy and finally had found some friends. Years 1 through 3 at school had been the best years of Harry's young life.

Year 4 at Hogwarts, reality came knocking again and reminded Harry that the world was actually a very cold and unforgiving place. The dark wizard, Voldemort, who had tried to kill him not only as an infant but also several times in school had found a way to be resurrected in a new body.

Every night Harry's sleep was plagued by nightmares of the horrific night he was forced to watch the dark lord rise again and watch his followers kill one of his fellow classmates, Cedric Diggory. Every night he was forced to duel Voldemort again though in his dreams the spirits that poured from the dark lord's wand taunted and screamed at Harry.

"Why didn't you save me? It should have been you who died! We would have been happier if you hadn't come along. You're a failure Harry. A pathetic excuse for a son."

On the 2nd floor in the smallest bedroom of House Number 4 on Privet Drive in Little Winging Harry Potter sat, absentmindedly petting a snowy white owl that was perched on his bedpost while replaying those cruel words over and over again in his head. His world weary emerald eyes stared at the angry red numbers of his alarm clock, waiting patiently for the numbers to read 12:00 am while trying to block out the cruel words that haunted his nightmares.

"Only two more minutes Hedwig." Harry whispered, being careful not to wake his aunt or uncle.

Sitting next to his clock were a couple of letters and packages that he had received earlier that day. The packages each had a piece of parchment on them with the message, 'Don't open until your birthday!' His eyes wandered over the packages, still feeling the surprise he had felt when he first received them.

He hadn't heard from his friends all summer after the first two weeks of the break. And what few letters he had received were short, containing nothing but superficial stuff and each ended with 'Just enjoy your break, Harry' or 'Don't worry Harry and let Dumbledore handle everything'. Harry scowled. How was he supposed to enjoy his holiday when he had seen one of his fellow students murdered not two months ago? Shouldn't that warrant him getting special training to protect himself from the dark wizard? Or at least information on what Voldemort was doing? Harry was the one who saw him rise again after all.

Letting out a soft sigh, Harry returned his attention to his clock. It was a tradition of his to stay up until midnight so he could wish himself a happy birthday. He knew his aunt, uncle, or cousin wouldn't tell him happy birthday. They did everything they could to either make his life miserable or just ignore him. He personally preferred it when they just pretended he didn't exist. It made everyone's lives just a little bit better.

Finally after what felt like hours instead of just a couple minutes the clock flashed 12:00.

"Happy 15th birthday, Harry. Make a wish." The teenager whispered to himself as he closed his eyes.

'I wish for once people would see I can take care of myself. That they don't need to shield me from everything.' He thought to himself.

Taking a deep breath, Harry reopened his eyes and looked down at his birthday gifts. He was torn on whether to open the gifts or not. All this summer he thought his friends had forgotten him or were purposely ignoring him for some reason and he had felt betrayed. Yet now with these gifts here he felt confused. If his friends forgot him why would they send him birthday gifts?

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Harry grabbed the first gift. Ever since the night Cedric died, Harry had been having nightmares reliving that night over and over again. The longer he stayed awake the shorter the nightmares would be so he might as well open his gifts. The first gift was from Ron according to the piece of parchment and Harry opened it to find a box of Honeydukes chocolates. Of course Ron would send him food. All that the red haired boy seemed to think about was food. Another scowl crossed Harry's face as he thought about all of the food Ron's mother always prepared for everyone. While the Weasleys didn't have much money they always had plenty of food. And what did Harry get from his aunt and uncle? Nothing for days on end unless he could sneak food and when they did give him something it was bread crusts or moldy cheese with a glass of water.

Hedwig hooted angrily as she ducked to avoid the box of chocolates Harry had tossed over his shoulder in frustration.

"Sorry Hedwig."

The owl gave him a quick glare and another soft hoot before she flew over to her cage and seemed determined to just ignore him. The teen rolled his eyes at the owl's behavior then grabbed the other package. This one came with a card that he opened quickly, hoping for some piece of news. Great disappointment flooded through him when the card only contained a quick short note from Hermione that said 'Happy Birthday Harry!' and nothing else.

"Oh great another box of Honeydukes chocolates!" Harry grumbled after removing the paper from the package, "Why the bloody hell does Hermione get to traipse about in the wizarding world while I'm stuck here with my stupid bloody relatives who hate me?"

The box smashed against the wall, another victim of Harry's anger. It wasn't fair! He was the one who saw Voldemort come back! He was the one who witnessed Cedric's murder! So why wasn't he the one to get help? Why was he the one left abandoned and forgotten at his relative's house? Hatred burned inside like a black fire whose flames licked at his heart. Harry would rather face his nightmares than deal with the betrayal of his friends. Slipping under his covers, Harry placed his glasses on his bedside table and closed his eyes.

'I don't need their help. If they're not going to help me then I'll train myself. It's time to show Voldemort and the wizarding world that I won't be pushed around anymore like some kid.'

A new sense of determination and pride unlike any Harry had felt before swelled inside him. It was intoxicating and he grabbed onto it like a life line.

"Watch out world. There's a new Harry Potter in town and he is not happy." Harry whispered to the wind as he slipped off into sleep.

So what do you think? I've got the next three chapters done but I'll only post it if there's several people interested in the story.

Until next time!