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I don't own Neither Harry Potter or The Elder Scrolls Series.

The System in which Tamriel relies on prophesied heroes has existed since the dawn of time, many wonder why so. Why is Tamriel uniquely is a land full of Mystery and prophecy? From the Nerevarine to the Prophecy of the Dragonborn, From the hero of Daggerfall and the Brass tower to the Champion of Cyrodiil and the fated Greymarch, foretold by the dreams of Emperor Uriel Septim. If there's one thing that all these heroes have in common, however, is that besides prophecy, all of them, the Nerevarine, Dragonborn, and Champion of Cyrodiil are all the same 'entity', though not the same person. They all appear at times when there is a monumental decision to be made regarding the fate of the continent of Tamriel, and the decision is always completely in their hands. They are agents of destiny, forced to stand against something by the nature of reality itself, even if the final outcome of their confrontation isn't set beforehand. They are agents of different gods or powers from one event to the next, almost certainly all touched by Lorkhan, though not really bound by any uniform loyalty or support of either Aedra or Daedra.

They are the absolute expression of The Elder Scrolls themselves. One Over-Soul reborn time and time again to turn the page from one chapter to the next. In the same way that Lorkhan projected himself through Ysmir, Zurin Arctus, Tiber Septim, and Pelinal Whitestrake, the Scrolls interact with Mundus through the turn of events that each champion takes or causes, however this same oversoul. Just Like The Oversouls of Anu and Padomy, a force just as old as the primordial entities, like the silent observer in a conflict between the king and the rebel, a thousand different opportunities presented within a single moment in time.

Most people think of Kynareth or Kyne, her proper name, as an Anuic being with Traces of Padomaic characteristics. However, this couldn't be farther from the truth. Kynareth is the spawn of this third primordial entity intermixed with both characteristics from Anu and Padomy, and for such despite that some claim either Talos or Akatosh to be the strongest of the Aedra, with him sitting as the chief of the Nine Divines in the Alessian pantheon. However within the realm of Mundus and Nirn, she is the strongest of the divine, being the only one capable of taming her husband Lorkhan and his many reincarnations and the only one who could make Akatosh completely powerless, and she was not afraid to use this power.

Her influence in Mundus, which can be felt even to this day, the Atmoran races, the giants and the Minotaurs that roam the jungles of Cyrodiil. The Greybeards, the kingdom of Skyrim and the 1st and 3rd empire. can thank their origins to her, as it was her aid in sending Pelinal, her son Morihaus and her children of Skyrim to aid in the struggle of their siblings the Nedic people That allowed them to succeed in overthrowing the Daedra loving Aylied.

It had been her that first instructed Paarthurnax to teach the Atmorans in the thu'um after blessing them with the power of the storm voice while also weakening the dragons themselves as punishment for their tyrannical treatment of her children.

It had also been her that put a complete stop to the Skyrim conquest, which much to her guilt and regret saw her children be decimated in the battle of red mountain.

It was her that forced Akatosh to respond to Saint Alessia, allowing the Nedic woman to become the first of the Stormcrown line of Dovahkiin, it was through her blessings that Wulfhart of Atmora, Zurin Arctus, and Tiber Septim were blessed, which ended up in them becoming Talos Stormcrown, the Culmination of the trinity formed by herself, her husband's and Akatosh. Honestly, she was caught off guard when Akatosh decided to act and helped end the Oblivion crisis on his own accord due to just how much work he put on her shoulders on maintaining creation. But she was the mother of humanity, while her husband was the core, she made up the majority of the earth-bones and was personally responsible for the destruction of Aldmeris when Auriel and Trinimac ripped Lorkhan's heart out and tossed it halfway down the world. She allowed her children to bring the Ancient Falmer, the race of elves closest to Auri-el to near extinction when they massacred a town's worth of people, innocent people who sought to escape the war in Atmora.

Call her vindictive, call her evil, but she took care of her children and when they stepped out of line punished them accordingly.

But that was an age long past. She had been mainly forgotten by even her creations, a second-hand deity to most of the world, people prefer to worship the Daedra, Akatosh, Talos, and others. Even in Whiterun which she had blessed with her own sapling was slowly dying off.

She felt lonely now more than ever as she walked the frozen desert of Atmora, a land frozen in the absence of time. Auri-el's vengeance on her for the whole snow elves issue.

Little did she know, that for the first time since her creation, her paternal oversoul, the Personification of the Elder Scrolls themselves, would be acting in a very erratic way. For the second time in Tamrielic history. The Elder Scrolls have not chosen just one hero to fulfill the coming prophecies, but rather a collection of individuals to complete them and to rely on each other to help fulfill the most pressing prophecies of the time even going as far as looking into the higher and lower planes of the Aurbis to select the most compatible individuals to save Tamriel.

Great Britain

one such individual happened to live an entire hosts of dimensions away, in a country known as Great Britain.

the date - as time was a constant and ran differently there - was December 24th, 1980

It was a festive day in the Potter household. As the family and their group of friends took the time, even in periods of strife, such as the one they were living in now, to enjoy the simple things in life.

The Wesley family and their children, the Bones and the Longbottom were there in attendance as well.

It was late at night and the children were opening their presents, Lily Potter was holding her son, one Harry James Potter when she noticed a long but thin rectangle wrapped in gift-wrapping paper decorated with dragons, swords and lightning decorations that hadn't been the before. It seemed her little bundle of joy noticed it soon because harry started reaching for it, and as if summoned by magic, the box teleported in a small purple light straight into his hands.

He pushed the box towards her "Ma ma." He called out excitedly, she caved in and after casting a discrete inspection charm she helped her little baby tear the wrapping paper.

The box on the outside was unassuming except for the latch lock that kept it close. Lily opened it to find a golden scroll inside of it, Harry began clapping his little hands as if he was excited. Lily took the scroll out of the box and opened it to find it… Completely blank… that was weird. However, she guessed it was safe enough so she allowed her son to handle the scroll.

The scroll continued to show interesting capabilities as the month wore on often summoning itself into Harry's little hand. She has had even Dumbledore examine it but aside from the incredible magical power it contained and its intricate design the scroll was completely mundane, the only writing was patterns and runic symbols that she couldn't even begin to make heads or tails of.

Soon Harry turned a year old, and then Halloween came around.

That's when everything suddenly turned completely south. Pettigrew, a family friend, had sold them out to the Dark Lord. Her husband James was presumably dead and here she stood, face to face with evil personified, Lord Voldemort.

"Please take me. Let my baby live." She pleaded disarmed and only her body and her will standing in the way protectively over her firstborn son.

"Stand aside you silly girl" spoke the foul man.

Lily remained still, resolute. Behind her, Harry watched, holding onto his favorite object crying "Mama! Mama!"

And then it happened, a green flash and a golden glow, The Dark Lord was gone. Lily Potter was unconscious on the ground, and the crib was left empty, no traces of the toddler or scroll where left.

Nirn.

The deserts of Atmora where left unhospitable, everything was frozen solid, no form of life could thrive here. Despite this, one woman with loneliness in her eyes walked through the Desert for a thousand times that day. As she made her way, she unexpectedly first heard a cry. A cry she couldn't believe she was hearing and as she ran, her bare feet softly padding with the ground, she soon saw a human toddler holding onto an Elder Scroll. The baby was hysterical and she could hear it cry out for its mother. Soon she had the child in her arms, the baby stopped crying as it felt being enveloped and that's when she saw the emerald green eyes and the black hair as dark as ebony. As she carried the boy he began to calm down and eventually fell asleep. As she held him his little head resting on her shoulders, she took hold and opened the scroll and she saw the contents in it, a son was torn from his mother. She could feel Akatosh's soul and blood running through his veins, despite knowing her fellow divine not having assigned his blessing since he last woke 2 years earlier. She felt Lorkhan's touch too, despite the fact that her husband was in a comatose state and she hadn't given any mortal any trace of his essence since 15 years prior. And most importantly, she felt every bit of herself within the baby, despite not knowing the creature she held before finding him and seeing the contents of the scroll.

But beyond reason, she decided to love him as her own. He would be her child, her son. He would be a Stormcrown He would be the son of the Goddess Kyne, and he would restore the balance of Mundus when the time was right.

The baby stirred in her arms and he woke, his big green eyes looking at her with a bit of fear, and hesitation, "Mama?" He timidly asked.

Kyne smiled and kissed his forehead "Yes, little one. I am your mother" she spoke in the ancient tongue.

The little storm brightened up and yelled excitedly while clapping his hands "Mama, Mama!"

Kyne's smile widened. Yes, her son. He would allow her to know the love and devotion of a mother again.