It was another night for the underfed, stunted growth, Harry Potter. His cousin, that fat-fuck Dudley, had been a huge prick and bullied all the way thru the day...again.
Thankfully, the day was at it's end. Harry Potter was looking forward to his most favorite time of every other day; bedtime.
For his only friend he ever had (thanks alot Dudley), Y/n, would without a doubt have another fantastic, hope inspiring, story of adventure of this "Dragonborn." The Hero of Skyrim. Which was a country on the continent of Tamriel. Which happened to be on the world of Nirn.
The soon to the 11 year old Harry Potter, was only two weeks away from his birthday. And his (cat ear colored) neko-pal had promised him that on this very day, he would tell the green eyed boy of a very special story and a huge secret. And he promised another one on his birthday.
Harry was asleep before his head landed on his hand-me-down pillow.
Once again, like every other time, Harry was surrounded by utter darkness. The kind he had learned that one of Tamriel would say was "The domain of Sithis." Then a place had begun to rapidly dissolve, and he found himself within the dining room of Lakeview manor, The Dragonborn's most favorite house he had in any of the 9 holds.
To his left wing of the house, there was the Library, where The Dragonborn kept almost every book under the sun that hovers above Nirn. And some spell tomes.
The right wing, was the armory. All the tools and workbenches that were needed to repair, maintain, and improve weapons and armor were in there, along with several mannequins with different armors. And many weapons were holstered upon the weapon racks and on display within display cases.
The north wing was the Trophy room. Going clockwise, the trophies were as such: A hagraven, a Drougr Deathlord, a Dwarven Spider, Alduin's skull, a spriggon, a werewolf, and a skeleton.
Children's bed's, chests, the master bed, and guest beds were upstairs near the north wing.
Behind Harry was the entrance hall, which was adorned with drawers, display cases, chests, and more weapon racks.
On either side of the dining room, close to the corners of back side, towards the entrance hall, were a flight of stairs each. The left hand side, on the ground floor, held an enchanting table, directly above it on the second level stood the alchemy table.
Before Harry, there was a long, rectangular dining table with food of all sorts, a beautiful chandelier of goat horns and candles over the table and a burning fireplace. Just beyond the fireplace with a cooking station. Between that fireplace and the North wing trophy room, was a spare room with an anvil, a pantry, and the hatch to the cellar.
The cellar held a large area with an alter to each of the 9 Divines, several barrels of ice cold barrels of Blackbriar mead and Honningbrew mead, a coffin that the Dragonborn occasionally napped in, training dummies, another mannequin, more weapon racks, several chests and stone shelves to hold his crafting material, and a large forge.
And all throughout the house, they are trophy mounts of all sorts of wildlife you would see upon the world of Nirn, hanging on the walls.
This may be a dream, but since Y/n was now the new owner of the Skull of Corruption, he made it so that it could give Harry, any other person that he brought into the Dream World and he himself, had all 5 of their senses in the dreams without affecting their physical body's.
With that, Harry went over to the table and grabbed a sweet roll. It would not have done anything to nourish his physical, malnourished, stunted grown body, but it would certainly taste good! Just as he went to take a bite out of it it disappeared and he bit into nothing.
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Dragonborn of Hogwarts
FanfictionDovahkin attends Hogwarts as a favor to Isis, Goddess of magic, and with the aid of some friends new and old, and contracts with a couple Daedra lords in order protect Harry Potter and save earth, what could POSSIBLY go wrong?