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October 31st 1981, Lily's POV

"Lily He's here! Take Harry and run!" James cried as he lunged toward the door, intent on halting or at least delaying the menace that now advanced upon his family. The hooded figure smirked at the father's foolish bravery as the green jet of light hit the father in the chest, ripping his soul away and casting it into the void.

Lily. The name I have lived with since arriving on this world, though it is not my true name. The real Lily died when she was five. My true name is Yolwuldro. I was a Dragon, the little sister of Alduin the World Eater. I have been here sixteen years, but only in the last month was I able to figure out how to contact my big brother. To say he was overjoyed to hear from me would be an understatement. I had planned to introduce him to James tomorrow. Alduin was very curious about the Joor (mortal) who had managed to capture the heart of a proud Dovah. I had at least shown him pictures of my son, and he had confirmed my son was Dragonborn, undoubtedly the power Voldermort knows not. All of these thoughts were rushing through my head as Voldermort came up the stairs. I still hadn't managed to make a portal big enough for me to go through, but it should be big enough to send Harry. I scrawled a quick note in Argonian. I knew Alduin knew that tongue, and due to its succinct nature, if you want to write something and don't have much time, Argonian was the way to go. Just as I finished, the door flew open. Voldermort had entered the room. "Give me the child." He said.

"Never" I snarled in reply.

"Stand aside, you silly girl"

The spell wasn't charged yet. I'd just have to buy a little time. "Not Harry. Please, not Harry. Take me instead but not Harry."

"Avadra Kadavra" Voldermort said calmly, aiming at Harry. Then he frowned. The spell was going a lot slower than normal. He couldn't comprehend why, but I had won. Whenever a Portal opened to Oblivion, magic anywhere around it slowed almost imperceptibly. However, this portal wasn't just reaching into Oblivion, but through it. Then, a black hole ringed with purple and blue fire sprang into existence. I shoved my son through, knowing that it was linked to my brother.

"Now you're too late, Voldermort. You have lost."

"AVADRA KADAVRA" he screamed furiously. This time, the portal was fading. The sickly green beam flew straight and true into my chest. Being a dragon meant that my soul was anchored to me a lot better than it was to a mortal, making me immune to the Killing curse. It couldn't take my soul, so it rebounded off me just as his first green beam hit the remains of the portal. "Fool. Boom." I said condescendingly. The two types of magic collided at the same time as the killing curse he aimed at me hit him, and the twin explosions shook the ground. The last thing I saw was tons of shrapnel.

1st of Last Seed, 4E 202, Alduin's Lair, Alduin POV

I was resting when the portal opened. The Dovahkiin was coming soon, and I needed to be ready. 'Oh good.' I thought 'Another letter from my sister.' The portal opened wider than it had with letters, but just as I was getting my hopes up that she had finally managed to stabilize it enough for her to come through, it stopped growing. Odd. That wasn't nearly wide enough to allow a fully grown human through. Then my nephew came through wrapped in a blanket. I was expecting her to widen it and come through herself, but the portal closed. Looking closely at my nephew, I saw a small note on his blanket. It took me a moment, but I recognized the writing as Argonian. "Now, what did you want to say that couldn't be written in Dovah?" I rumbled.

My dearest brother,

By the time you read this, I will be dead. The dark wizard who I told you about last letter found our home. Take care of my son for me.

May the wind catch your wings,

Yolwuldro

My blood froze. "No. No it can't be! Sis…" A sob escaped my throat. Then another. And then the dam broke.

When the Dovahkiin came, I was wailing in sorrow. She was a Black scaled Argonian, I think her name was Jadeera. She was startled to see me in the state I was in. "What got you in such a mood?" she asked.

I couldn't bring myself to speak, so I handed her the note.

Jadeera POV

I couldn't believe my ears. The great and powerful World Eater was reduced to an emotional wreck. Puzzled, I read the note he gave me. To say I was shocked would be a huge understatement. Alduin had a sibling other than Paarthurnax? I looked around, as I didn't see any young dragons. Then my eyes caught a human infant wrapped in a blanket. "Alduin? Your sibling was a human?"

"No." he replied with a slight snarl "My sister was a proud Dovah. I think she pissed off a Daedric Prince or something, because she somehow ended up in another world, a world beyond Oblivion. She took the form of a young human girl whom she found dead. She grew up and ended up falling in love with a human. But there was an evil wizard who was hunting her and her family due to some stupid prophecy. He found her, and now she's dead. She asked me to take care of her child, but I know nothing of raising a hatchling! What should I do, Dovahkiin?"

I knew he was my mortal enemy, but you'd have to have stones for blood to not be affected by him in this state. "I will help you raise this child, if you want."

"Any assistance would be most welcome. Thank you."

October 31st, 1981,Godric's Hollow, Sirius Black's POV

I pushed my motorcycle as fast as I could. I had to get to Godric's Hollow. When I got there, I could see that I was already too late. The house was a smoking ruin. "James! Lily! Harry!" I cried out in anguish. I ran to the rubble, digging through the ruins with my bare hands. A little later, Hagrid joined me. We dug for hours, but found only James' and Lily's corpses, James killed by the Killing Curse, and Lily dead by a piece of shrapnel in her heart. "my fault. All my fault." I sobbed.

"Wadda ya mean yur fault?" Hagrid asked, a dangerous tint to his normally kind voice.

"I told them not to use me and they paid for my mistake." I replied. "I was the decoy, everyone would be chasing me and that would keep them safe."

"If not you, then who?" he asked, startled.

I gave a broken sob and uttered one word. "Pettigrew."

2nd of Last Seed, 4E 202, Alduin's Lair, Jadeera POV

I awoke with to the smell of something cooking. I groggily followed the scent. To my surprise, Alduin was cooking a cow. I watched dumbfounded as Alduin sliced a small chunk off with his claw and tried to feed it to an infant. Then the events of yesterday hit me. I chuckled a bit, Alduin really didn't know anything about raising a human child. "Hey Alduin" I called "children that young can't eat solid food."

Alduin slumped, grumbled a bit under his breath, and turned to me. "Then what the heck am I supposed to feed him?" he shouted in exasperation.

"A child of his age needs milk. Typically that would come from his mother, but a cow or a goat's milk would work too."

"Please tell me you have some. That was the last cow." As I didn't have any cows or goats with me, I decided to breast feed him. It was as the child was drinking that I noticed his scar. It was the shape of a lightning bolt. When I pointed it out, Alduin sniffed it and roared in fury. "what's wrong with a scar? I know it's unusually shaped, but…"

"That's not a normal scar! There's a fragment of a soul in it, one that does not belong to the boy! I think it might be my sister's murderer! Quickly, get an empty soul gem. We're going to free my nephew from that vile monster!" I looked through my bags and pulled out a black, a petty and a lesser soul gem. "It's a black soul so place the black soul gem on his scar." I did so, wondering what he would do. "SIL GAAR GRON(Soul Release Bind)" he Shouted. The scar screamed and a black mist came out. The mist formed a humanoid snake face which screamed again before being sucked into the soul gem. "Now to destroy the gem." That was easier said than done. The soul gem had somehow become indestructible. Not even going as high as Alduin could reach and dropping it worked. All that happened was that it became wedged in a rock. I suggested using it in an enchantment, but Alduin shot that down, saying that the vile monster would probably take over whatever item it was used on. We eventually decided to hold onto it until we could find a way to destroy it.

That evening, Jadeera POV

"So Alduin, What should we call the child? I know dragons take a name that suits their fighting style, but for humans, the parents name the child." I asked

"Traditionally, Dragon young receive the name of their stronger parent until they forge their own. Still, traditions weren't written for situations like this. Don't mortals sometimes have more than one name? I only know his first name, Harry, and that is a name totally unsuited for a dragon."

"Very well. He shall be called Harry Yolwuldro, and take a third name when he chooses a shout. I think we should take him to Solitude to have him officially named such and blessed."

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt. But I will be circling just above the clouds. If you run into any danger whatsoever, I want you to Shout my name."

"Hey! I can defend myself, thank you very much!"
"Yes, but what if something sneaks by you and kills Harry? I'm not about to take that risk, not with my nephew."
"Alright, alright, I'll call you."

Alduin's POV

We arrived in Solitude without any mishaps. The naming ceremony was set for the next day. During the night, I flew to High Hrothgar. Paarthurnax was the only one still awake, which was definitely a good thing. I did not want to fight the greybeards. I landed in the courtyard, casting a muffle at my landing so as not to shake the ground. Paarthurnax was not happy to see me.

"Alduin, you have a lot of nerve coming here, to my home!" Paarthurnax roared

"Peace, brother! I did not come here to fight." Alduin replied.

"Then why? Surely you know I will not join you!" Paarthurnax inquired
"I just thought you'd like to meet our nephew."
"Our nephew? Does that mean you finally found Yolwuldro?"

"About a month ago, she managed to send a letter from the other world that she ended up in. In it, she explained that she had taken the form of a human and fallen in love with a human male. She also explained that she retained her penchant for attracting powerful enemies, this time a wizard evil enough to split his soul via ritual murder. Yesterday, she sent another note along with her infant son. The evil wizard had found her and her family. There's no doubt in my mind that she is dead now. The dovahkiin found me while I was mourning, pulled me together again. Anyway, the naming ceremony is tomorrow. We would be honored if you could be the guardian should the both of us somehow fall."

Paarthurnax thought about it for about ten minutes before nodding. "I'll do it, brother. Is there anything else?"
"Actually, there is one thing…"

3rd of Last Seed, 4E 202, Solitude, Jadeera POV

I woke to the sound of the door opening. I stealthily slid out the dagger that I keep under my pillow and snuck towards the door. Two men, a Nord and a Dunmer, whom I had never seen before had entered my house. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" I cried

"Dovahkiin, I'm hurt. Don't you recognize me, Jadeera? I mean, I did task you with guarding my nephew, after all." The dunmer said with a voice I recognized.

"Alduin?! How are you in the form of a mortal?"

The Nord chuckled and replied "Because of a Shout I invented, Dovahkiin." I recognized that voice as well. "Paarthurnax!" It took me a few minutes to get over the shock, but I began to wonder something. "Alright you two, what are you doing here?"

"Our nephew's naming ceremony is today. Correct me if I'm wrong, but don't the priests usually ask for who will guard the child, who shall take care of said child if the first chosen falls, and who shall do the same if both fall? The odds of us both falling is pretty much nil, but I don't want to anger the priests." Alduin said "Furthermore, I don't want to be attacked for showing up. Still, I am going to use my given name, as will Paarthurnax."

"Well, you're just in time, then. The ceremony starts in a couple hours.

Temple of the Divines, 2 hours later, Alduin POV

"We are gathered here in this sacred space to welcome a new soul to mundus." The priestess of Talos intoned. I was standing beside her dressed in a black robe adorned with jewels of all sorts and inlaid with silver and gold, my nephew in my arms dressed in a ruby red silk garment.

"Who brings this child forth?" the priest of Julianos asked. "I, Alduin the world eater, firstborn of Akatosh, Bane of kings, king of the dragons, and lord of destruction, bring forth my nephew." To all the priests' credit, none of them flinched at my introduction. I almost let a chuckle out when one of the ladies in attendance fainted, but I kept myself together by remembering that this was supposed to be a civil occasion.

"And who have you chosen to raise your child should you fall?" a priest of Arkay asked. "Jadeera of Black Marsh, she who comforted me in my time of sorrow, Dragonborn, Arch Mage of the College of Winterhold, Harbinger of the companions, and Champion of Mara will be the child's godmother."

"And who shall protect him should you both fail?" the Priest of Stendarr asked with a bit of trepidation. I could almost hear him chanting "Please don't roast me, please don't freeze me, please don't crush me, please don't eat me." He really had nothing to worry about. If I wanted to do those things, I would be in dragon form razing Solitude. So, I civilly said "My brother, Paarthurnax, leader of the greybeards, shall take care of him should we somehow both fall."

"Then let us see what sign the child was born beneath" Kynareth's priestess said, her hands glowing with light that she let flow over the child. The signs of the mage and the dragon formed above him, the second one startling her. Paarthurnax and I both knew that it meant my nephew was a dragonborn, but the sign hadn't appeared over anyone in so long that none of the priests knew the same. Although, by how strongly the sign of Akatosh was making itself known, he might be able to turn from Dovahkiin to true Dovah. The priest of Dibella was the first to recover, and quickly asked "what is to be the child's name?" to hide his shock.

"His name is to be Harry Yolwuldro, until such time as he chooses his own last name."

"His own last name?" the priestess of Talos asked, obviously unable to continue acting professionally with so much oddness going on.

I snarled and was about to Shout at her for daring to suggest that my nephew wouldn't gain his own name when Jadeera put her hand on my shoulder and said "it's a dragon tradition, all of them choose their own name, kind of a coming of age ceremony."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize there was such a tradition, and by the sound of it, a pretty important one too. Umm, if you want me to leave and get another priest of Talos, then…"

"That won't be necessary, you didn't realize you were being insulting, nor how serious an insult you dealt. That being said, you had best remain professional at all times during the rest of the ceremony. Understood?" I snarled the last bit slightly.

"Perfectly, sir." The Talos priestess said, her back straightening slightly.

"Then we shall place the blessings of the Divines upon the child." The Akatosh priestess said with far more professionalism which snapped the rest of them out of their shock.

"May Talos guide you to great adventure."

"May Akatosh grant you long life"

"May Julianos gift you with his wisdom"

"May Dibella grace you with her beauty"

"May Mara aid you in finding love"

"May Kynareth grant you freedom"

"May Stendarr gift you with Mercy"

"May Zenithar bless your work"

"May Arkay grant you peaceful rest"

I was nearly brought to tears when I saw my nephew begin to shimmer, a sure sign that the Divines had promised to help guide my nephew. Right then and there, I made a vow to myself and to my sister that my nephew would have a far better childhood than I had been granted. I knew enough of the ways of the world to know that there would be trials and tribulations ahead for the boy, but I swore that my nephew would never know the loneliness that had plagued me as a child, that he would never have to face his troubles alone, that I would fight his battles with him, and that no matter where he went, no matter what the Daedra or anyone else threw at us, he would never be helpless and alone against it. I guess I made it aloud, because everybody in the temple was staring at me.

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore POV

I was woken from a fitful sleep by alarm bells ringing. I looked over at them and saw the book of Hogwarts students glowing. Curious, I looked in it and saw that the name Harry Potter had disappeared. In its place was a new name, Harry Yolwuldro. There was a line underneath the last name, though what that could mean I did not know. I wasn't sure what to do about the new situation. I had thought that the prophecy had been fulfilled two nights ago, but now I wasn't so sure. I had infiltrated the Department of Mysteries last night, and found that the prophecy was still active. Whether that meant that the child was Neville Longbottom or that this Harry Yolwuldro was also a candidate for the prophecy now was unclear. The book indicated that it would be ten years until this Harry would get his Hogwarts letter. That would make the child roughly the same age as Harry Potter, but whether this Harry Yolwudro was Harry Potter remained to be seen.

Chapter end.