Privet Drive's number 4 was a house with no inhabitants. It was fully furnished, yes, but no soul have been inside its walls in years.

The reason for that was because their owners, the Dursley family, were in jail.

A few years ago, the rotten corpse of a 6-7 year old kid was found in the house, locked inside the cupbord under the stairs where the kid apparently slept in.

Mister and Misses Dursley were arrested, and their child was put to adoption (it did not took long for little Dudley to find himself on the minor's equivalent of jail as well).

The house still belonged to the Durslays, and so, it remained. Gathering dust and waiting until its owners returned. (A/N: I dunno if the law works like that or no, but I'm the autor, so it does here 'cause me says so!)

Suddenly, an ethereal orb of purple color apered in the middle of the house. It expanded to about 2 or 2 and a half meters in diameter before dissipaiting, leaving in it's wake a child-sized figure.

The figure could easily be described as a demonic soldier. It was fully clad in armor, leaving nothing exposed to hint if the figure is truly a demon or something else. The armor was dark with bits of ominous red, its design was something that promissed nightmares to whoever gazed upon it, and the many MANY weapons that the figure carried shared similar design. (A/N: Daedric armor set)

The figure looked arround for a minute or two, before visibily lowering its guard. It then brought its clawed hands to its face and removed the horned helmet of the demonic armor it doned.

The face under the armor was that of an almost 11 year old boy with messy black hair and mesmerizing green eyes.

???:" I'm back! Aunt!? Uncle!?"

The boy called, but received no answer.

He then walked a bit arround the house, noticing the dust and cobwebs that covered a furniture the boy was very familiar with.

Finding no one, the boy went to the front door and sorted through the pile of old newspapers. One of them talking about the arrest of the Dursleys.

???: "It seems that the guess about them being thrown into jail after my death is the winner. I guess I lost the bet *chucles*."

The boy then pointed the palm of his hand to a spot in the room that he judged sufficiently spacious. An orb (much like the one that brought the boy to the house in the first place) apared on his palm and was launched. The orb started its expansion and out of it, a new figure emerged.

It was a middle aged man, with a VERY dark grey skin. He had pitch blach hair in a buzz cut that was almost camuflaged on the man's skin. His face had a red facepaint, that looked like some form of full face mask. His eyes wore entirely pitch black, with no way to distinguish between sclera, iris and pupil. He had 2 sets of bone white horns on his head, a goat's pair and a devil's pair. (A/N: Dremora Butler)

The man opened a wide smile seeing the boy. The kind of smile reserved for those that are family.

Man: "Master! I see your trip was sucessfull!"

The man was visibly happy.

Boy: "Yes Alfred, it was. Please let the others know and start bringing the stuff we separated for the moving. I'll take a shower and then I'll help you clean this house up so it is in more... livable... conditions. Afterwards, we can sort my stuff and finish my moving." (A/N:the Dremora Butler does not have a name in game, so i made one up :P)

Man:"You are too kind Master. You can just leave everything to me and relax."

The boy just shook his head in a "no".

Man:"You are just so humble, Master. Very well, it shall be done as you say."

The man, now identifyed as Alfred, bowed to the boy and vanished in one of the purple orbs.

Alone again, the boy striped out of his nightmarish armor and headed to the bathroom for his shower.

The boy have been through a hell of a lot in the last few years, but his jorney was not yet over.

The boy worked hard to fix the caotic state of the land known as Skyrim. It took countless buckets of blood sweat and tears to achieve what the boy did.

The boy was too kind for his own sake, and coulden't see someone in need and not help out. In the Skyrim he arrived in, that was pretty much everyone and then some more.

It seemed impossible, but during his time in Skyrim, he helped everyone till there was no one that required help anymore! The boy turned the land into heaven for its inhabitants, one pearson at a time!

The boy had no atachments to the land he was born in, Skyrim was his home through and through. However, he suspected there was more to his birth world then meets the eye. That suspicion started when one of his mage friends noticed (and destroyed after noticing that it was harmfull to the boy) the fragment of a soul inside a scar in the boy's forehead that was stuffed to the brim with unknown magic, and was confirmed when his seer friend, Olava the Feeble, foresaw that his birth land needed him and he needed to go back to save it.

The boy who can't seem to abandon those in need, worked with his mage friends to come up with a spell to send him back to his birth word.

Well... Back, and forth. Again, Skyrim was his home.

In preparation to the trip, he doned his strongest armor and weapons, as the spell was still untested and he could end up somewhere else. His friends will be glad once Alfred tells them the spell worked and he did not end up in hell or anything.

Bath finished, the boy went to the living room and found a few chests that were not there before.

Alfred brought them while the boy showered.

Looking a bit arround the chests, the boy found the one that contained his clothes and proceded to pick a set and dress himself.

.(TIME SKIP).

The boy has been living in the house for a few days now, and it was much more liveable! The dust and cobwebs were no more, the chests were also gone as the boy finished moving his stuff.

The boy was eating his breakfast when Alfred entered the kitchen, a letter in his hands.

Alfread:" Master, you recieved a letter. It is adressed to you in name. I believed it may be the one you have been awaiting for."

Boy:"The one in Olava's profecy? That was fast."

The butler then handed him the letter and the boy started reading.

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[HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31. Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress]

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Harry:"Yup, that's the one."