I've decided to partake in my first writing challege and crossover, one issued by joe63129. It's his fourth prompt in the HP ASOIAF category. This story will be a bit of a writing exercise for me more than anything, meant to push and expand the boundaries of my writing. None of these characters are exactly like the one in Harry Potter or Game of Thrones. Some of them changed because they have different family members, and are placed in different circumstances than before. They also have some of the traits of their last names. Some are older and some are younger. Some characters that I didn't know much about became like their parallel character in GoT, so none of these are exact replicas of character's and this is a very AU story. If any of this is not to your taste than it is best that you not read this. On a side note, I wonder how long it will take for people to figure out which HP character fulfills the GoT character haha

Rules:

- The great families are powerful and ancient wizard families across the world and their castles are school's run by the families

- Dumbledore calls a meeting to tell them about Voldemort and how he is gathering followers for a war

- Harry meets the head of many of the families at this meeting. Some believe Dumbledore and some do not. In order to get them on board they will want something that will benefit them.

- One family demands a marriage contract with their oldest daughter. After the contract is agreed upon Harry's betroth attends his school and get to know each other before getting married. Mess with the ages to make them similar.

- There is preferably something to battle against after the first war, as if it was only a prelude.

Disclaimer: The base characters and much of the created world belongs to JKR and GRRM.

Chapter 1: The Letter of Beginnings

The School of Winterfell, The North

Sirius Stark frowned down at the nondescript scroll in his hand. It wasn't the first time he had seen this name, and based on the fact that he had seen it every year for the past five years it undoubtedly would not be his last.

For the past five years this person had petitioned to get into The School of Wintefell. His family had run this school for generation upon generation, beginning with the first Stark: Godric the Builder.

Sirius could not understand the purpose of apply to be a student here. She was a Squib. The School of Winterfell had nothing to teach her.

He could not help the memories. Seeing this name brought him back sixteen years. His first son had been a Squib. Sirius had tried to hide it from the world. Squibs had been persecuted for all of time, their family names stripped and then bodily thrown out in the cold. If Sirius had not sent the boy past The Wall the nobles would have killed him. Sirius had not seen his first son since. His wife Emmeline never even mentioned him in passing.

As if he was never there.

It was how all the families treated Squibs. It was not their thinking that was wrong, it was his. Sirius had never been the most conventional thinker. His older brother Orion had often commented on it when he had been living.

Curiosity made Sirius want to admit the Squib. Perhaps she could help clean the school. It would be a good excuse as any.

And maybe she would know something about his lost son.

"Father!" One of his younger boys ran over to him, gripping onto his leg tightly. "Uncle Regulus is here! He's finally here! He brought books from the Wall!"

Sirius chuckled, ruffling Teddy's hair affectionately. "What kind of books?"

"Everything!" Teddy shouted, excitement clear by the brightness in his eyes. "Books that aren't even around anymore. There's even one on dragon's!"

"Then we'll have to sit down and read them all," Sirius suggest with a similar twinkle in his eyes. Sirius and Teddy nearly had the same shade of grey, Teddy's being a bit darker than his own. But that was where the similarities ended. Where Sirius had hair of midnight black, Teddy's was a medium brown. Sirius had high cheek bones, and Teddy's were quite average. The overall look was very much lackluster to his father's, who constantly had an air of casual elegance to him that people had no hope of copying.

"Cedric said last time Uncle Regulus came he promised to duel him to see how much Cedric improved! I can't miss it!"

Teddy squirmed out of his father's embrace, racing in the direction of the courtyard. Before he could disappear out of sight Sirius called out, "Ted?" The overly zealous boy skidded to a wobbly stop, staring back at his father with thinly veiled curiosity. "Make sure not to climb your way down. Your mother will be sure to have a heart attack if she catches you."

Teddy's smiled mischievously, clearly set on doing the exact opposite of what his father said. Sirius let him be for the moment. At least he could tell his wife that he tried.

Emmeline was already high strung with Regulus and Bill back from Castle Black. Bill had left to train at the Auror school at a young age, unable to take her scorn anymore. Regulus had gone for The Wall when both Sirius and Regulus had been young, shortly after the death of their sister and brother. It had been two years since Sirius had seen Bill. He would be almost a man now, filled with experience from protecting the realm. With Regulus there to mentor him Sirius had not worried. Auror training could be difficult, and protecting six schools tough, but Bill had it in him. Sirius believed in him.

His mind drifted to the three schools that did not partake in the services offered by the Aurors. As long as each school could help supply men for Auror training, the Auror's would continue to be there to protect them from what was outside of their walls. If they did not place such demands they would have less than half the working force they did now.

Targaryen was one of the school's that did not partake in the deal any longer. They were a shadow of their former selves, barely staying adrift. It would take a miracle for them to come back from what they had become. The Martells were too proud to accept help, and were isolated in the desert so did not need to fear to much about being attacked. Supervising the Greyjoys was a chance not even the Auror's would take. All of them were infected. The simplest of scratches had the ability to transform them into a beast of the night, as uncontrollable as a hellion.

The last place, which Sirius was unsure if they even had a school, was the Squib's. They lived beyond The Wall. The Auror's kept them in their banished, frozen wasteland. It was where Sirius's first son stayed. Sirius wondered if he was still alive, how he had turned out. Was he a good man? Was he anything like his Stark heritage?

Sirius feared he would never know, and perhaps it was better that way.

His one saving grace was that the Tullys, Emmeline's side of the family, had discovered they had a non-magical boy about the same time. They sent them together, and hopefully they stayed that way. Brothers. Like Sirius and James and the others had once been.

But it was best not to think on that subject. The past was buried in the past for a reason.

"Ginny! Stop being so rude!" Katie screeched, her pretty face turning a bright shade of red. "Apologize to Alicia!"

Ginny snarled, glaring at her older sister. "If Alicia wasn't so mean to Hermione I wouldn't say she looked like a hippogriff!"

Katie straightened her back and leveled a cool expression at her younger sister. "Hermione is a bastard. Alicia can say whatever she likes about her." Sirius's brows rose, and he knew he had Emmeline to thank for Katie having such a deep rooted hate for bastards. Sometimes Sirius thought Bill would have been better off in the hands of another family, someone will less animosity towards him.

But Bill was family. Even if the boy had suffered Sirius still felt overall it was the best option.

Sirius grabbed Ginny before she could lunge at her sister, her fingers curled and ready to dig into the soft skin of Katie's red tinged, porcelain face.

"Let me go! I want to beat her stupid face!" Ginny screeched, attempting to reach for her.

"You will do no such thing," Sirius answered firmly.

The voice behind the hands holding her gave Ginny pause. "Father?"

"You're such an animal Ginny," Katie hissed with disgust, folding her arms across her chest with disapproval.

"I'll show you an animal!" Ginny attempted to grab at her sister again, but Sirius remained firm.

"I'd hate to punish you both with both Regulus and Bill visiting," Sirius uttered in a mild tone, hoping it would have the effect he was aiming for on them.

Both stopped what they were doing, turning to him hopefully.

"Let me go!" Ginny said immediately, completely forgetting about her attempted attack on Katie. "I have to go down to see them!"

Sirius held Ginny back firmly until Katie disappeared from sight. He turned Ginny around to stare heavily into her eyes. "You are to be on your best behavior. Do you understand me?"

Ginny had a moment of defiance, a snarl formed on her lips and eyes mutinous, but sighed and reluctantly agreed. Sirius would have to head down to greet his guests too, but first to wrap up his paperwork.

He entered his office, hurrying to scribe an answer to the squib's fifth petition. When he finished he dipped his seal in the darkened, grey wax, pulling away once he was sure it would not fold into the creases because of the heat. The direwolf stared back at him, proud and regal. It was the symbol of their school, and had been since its creation almost eight thousand years ago. Satisfied, he began the trek down to the courtyard.

All of his family were in the courtyard once he made his way down there. Emmeline was fluttering back and forth, completely ignoring the bane of her existence Bill Snow. He appeared to prefer it that way, hovering in the shadows and making sure to keep away from her at all costs.

"How has the wall been treating you William?" Sirius asked, giving him a quick hug before turning to watch the cacophony of his family. At least the girls were getting along at the moment, too distracted by Regulus and his story telling. Cedric, his oldest recognized trueborn boy, sat on the fence next to Regulus grinning. Cedric was charismatic already at fifteen, something that would help him when the day came to take his inheritance from his father and run this school.

"Well," Bill answered softly. "It's colder than I thought it would be."

Sirius chuckled. "You're about done training, aren't you?"

"Just about," Bill agreed.

"Any of those fairy tales true?" Sirius joked, nudging the boy dressed in black beside him.

Bill's lips curved into a smile. "Just the ones about bloodthirsty Squibs. I've yet to see any giants or dragons beyond The Wall." The smile fell from his face, the corners of his eyes tense. "The Squibs are becoming crafty. They're creating things to fight the Auror's back with. So far we've managed to hold them at bay."

Sirius frowned, his lips in a tight, unpleased line. "Will more men help?"

Bill stared at his father, taking in the identical color of their eyes thoughtfully. "This is for you."

A scroll was shoved unceremoniously into the palm of Sirius's hand. He gripped it tightly, staring in confusion at the simply tied ribbon keeping it together. Official letters were always sealed. It made no sense that this one was not unless it was a threat or they wished to be unanimous. Or perhaps it was another petition to join the school from a different squib.

"It's from one of the Squib's, a girl named Lavendar with a bow the color of bone." He was close.

"A bow?"

"One of the new weapons that Squibs have created to fight against us. It's long-range, unlike anything I've ever seen."

Sirius let out a deep sigh, his stomach unsettled. This did not bode well. The School of Winterfell had always been the first defense if The Wall were to ever fall. Most the people in this school were children. The Reeds, Karstarks, Umbers, Pooles, and so many more had trusted him with their children. He could not let them down.

"She said it was from their leader. A man she called Lord Rayder."

Sirius's brows furrowed in confusion. Only the head of a school was called a Lord. If this man had saddled himself with such a title as Lord given to him by his people… this could not be good. The last war had only ended seven years ago. Some of the families still had not recuperated from it.

"She said this was specifically for you. Somehow she knew you were my father, despite having different last names." If they knew what Starks looked like it was not very surprising. Bill had both grey eyes and black hair, along with the handsomeness of his father. The biggest difference they had was the slightly darker skin tone which he had year round. His similar looks almost made him blend in with Sirius's trueborn children, something that pained Emmeline. "She also mentioned the other Lords would be getting a letter too."

Sirius released the undyed ribbon from its knot easily, unfurrowing the letter with a slight scowl. His face revealed nothing as he read, and when he finished he folded the letter neatly and placed it in one of his spare pockets. He watched as his family laughed happily in the summer heat, careless and unhindered by the world that plagued them. Teddy had remained glued to Regulus's side, and his oldest daughter Katie had found her best friend Alicia Poole and was giggling about something or the other. By the way they kept glancing at the boys that were practicing their dueling Sirius could deduce what it was about. Ginny and her friend Hermione were sitting carelessly on the ground, uncaring of the dirt that lingered on the folds of their skirts. His two youngest, Teddy and Anthony, were smiling as they watched Regulus and Cedric interact.

"Winter is coming."

Dragonstone's School of Hexes and Spells, New Valeria

This castle had once been great.

Dragonstone's School of Hexes and Spells was once the best school in the world. Everyone wanted to get into this school. It was elusive, the top of its class. It held the best training.

But now its hallways sat empty.

There were only four students on its roster, and one teacher: Severus Baelish. Harry overheard a person call Severus, Littlefinger. The name had incensed the man beyond reason and Harry made sure to never call him that. Severus taught them everything they needed to survive. Spells and hexes, like their namesake. How to grow food, and even taught Harry how to gut a fish. It was one of the most accessible meats on Dragonstone. It was what they had been reduced to. What they had to do in order to survive.

Dragonstone had been created with magiks only the Targaryen's had. It stayed warm in the winter, and cool in the summer. No drafts permeated its walls even to this day. Those powers were long gone. There was no one alive to train the last scions of Targaryen. Severus could only teach the two what he knew and sometimes could read about, and he could do neither for elemental magiks.

If only his father had not taken to the Madness Disease. Severus's whispers filled Harry's head, tightening and coiling uncomfortably. They had called his father Grindelwald the Terrible, the Mad Lord of Dragonstone. He forced his sister to marry him, creating James, Luna, and Harry from this union. The world had tried to ignore his father because of the power and prestige the Targaryen school held. Incest was highly frowned upon, looked at with disgust and horror. They barely recognized the last of the Targaryens because of this.

Harry became the Lord of Dragonstone at five. He was twenty-one now, a man full grown. But he was still at the beck and call of other Lords. His legitimacy could be lost easily, and then the Targaryens would be no more. Their last name would be stripped away and their castle ripped from their fumbling and weary clutches.

Harry remembered some of that time of madness, but not much. He remembered how the students suddenly stopped flowing in and became a stifling trickle. The way his mother screamed each night, the sound echoing down the halls and into his barren room. He imagined what terrible things his father must be doing to his mother, what he was forcing her to do. He had not understood till many years later.

Harry could not find his voice back then. He had been cowed by the splendor of his father and the power he held in his iron fist. The day father burned one of his closest friends in a fit of rage, shouting with spittle flying from his mouth that the dragon had been awakened, marked the beginning of the end.

After the burning of the former Lord of Winterfell almost all of their students had fled the next day. There was no prestige training under the ramblings of a mad man.

It had brought a war to this country. His older brother James had rose to the occasion. He slayed their enemies in battle during the day, and played a haunting melody with his harp late into the night. James was what made the rest of them stay. He was charming, filled with magnetism and grace. Everyone had hope for the future because of him. James had even managed to convince the Starks to meet with him for a truce, to end the war of death that had been plaguing the lands.

But then he saw Lily Stark, the beauty of the North with midnight tresses, and the war was over for the Targaryens.

James fell for her and all reason left his mind. All he wanted was her. He forgot about his family, about the madness his father had. He forgot what it would mean if he slighted the Starks even further and stole their only daughter away in the night.

James had once been friends with Sirius Stark. Best friends if Severus's whispers were correct. But that all ended once he took Lord Sirius's sister. James Targaryen had been killed soon after Marvolo Baratheon had swung his magical Warhammer, a spell the Baratheon's coveted to themselves and their heir. The war ended that day. The disposing of a madman was easy after that.

His little sister Luna didn't know much of their family's past. Luna only knew their father and brother had been killed in a war. Pavarti and Padma filled her head with how great and noble their older brother was. They never spoke of his misdeeds, and Harry couldn't bring himself to either.

This school was more of a shelter than anything. Harry had open its doors as a refuge. That way it could be at least used for something. Harry and Luna, along with Severus, Pavarti and Padma, kept to the top of the castle. Their visitors stayed at the bottom. They were the Common Folk, as many Lords called them. Dragonstone was a desolate place. It had been built on a volcanic island. There was no place to sow crops. It was isolated, at least two-hundred and fifty kilometers from anything remotely green. It was the Targaryens that had made it great and nothing else.

But now that the Targaryens were all but gone….

Harry wanted to have hope. He wished that their school could one day gain its splendor back. They would have students that came from all places of the world and they would mold them so that people would speak of how respectable Dragonstone's School of Hexes and Spells was.

But for now, Harry could only think of survival.

Giggles filled the stale air, and Harry knew only three people that did such a thing in this desolate, decrepit place that it had become.

"Luna?"

A head of white blonde hair peaked around the corner, along with two heads of dark brown.

"Harry?" Her head cocked to the side, much like a bird would. A smudge of dirt was on her left cheek, her eyes wide. It was an expression his sister held much of the time, those wide eyes of hers.

"Aren't you supposed to be in lessons with Severus? You're going to be late."

Harry had already finished basic schooling; it was the learning to be a Lord part he was still attempting to excel in. The only people that appeared to enjoy him being a Lord was the Common Folk, and that was because Harry went out of his way to make sure they were safe and fed. The two things Harry could brag about was how happy his people were and the House-elves. The Targaryens had brought the elves here from the Olde Country, wherever that had been. The knowledge had been lost throughout the years, much like everything else. The only other house that had them were the Lannisters, and they had paid a hefty price for two they had bought eight years back. It was a deal even Harry could not deny.

The House-elves cleaned the castle as best as they could, making food out of seemingly nothing. They were very good at making their rations stretch, especially with Common Folk coming to Dragonstone in hoards every time the monthly ship came in.

Without the House-elves Harry was not even sure they would have managed to stay afloat. Once loyalty was established with a house and an elf that family could do no wrong. Harry made certain to treat his House-elves well, because he knew where they would be without them.

"Oh, yes. I suppose I am," Luna answered blandly. One of the girls, Pavarti, giggled. When his eyes met her's Pavarti's cheeks flushed heavily, her gaze demurely falling to the floor.

"You certainly are, Miss Targaryen." The familiar tone of Severus Baelish wafted through the air, dry and flat. He had a penchant for the monotone. "Sometimes I cannot recall why I remain here among recalcitrant students when half of the great schools have asked me to join their faculty."

Because Severus was loyal. Because he had loved their mother and now Harry and Luna was all that was left of her. Harry had inherited her dark hair, but had his father's green eyes. Luna was the opposite, getting their mother's hair and father's eyes. The Targaryens were known for their emerald green eyes. No one in the world held that particular shade but them.

Kreacher had told him all of this in his cracking, aged voice. He was the oldest of the House-elves, sure to pass away any day now. Yet Harry had been saying this for years and the elf still remained. Kreacher told him that Severus had loved his mother since they were children, and that he had worshipped the ground she walked on. There was nothing Severus could do against his Lord when he began to hurt her, not without committing treason and losing his life in the process.

Sometimes Severus didn't seem to know whether to hate or adore the two Targaryen children. He appeared to do both equally. He was kinder to Luna. Kreacher thought it was because she acted similar to Harry's mother had before his father had lost his wits. When she had been content with life and unafraid of what it held for her.

Gellert Targaryen had always been quick to anger. But that madness had pushed him over the ledge and it was no longer in sight for the crazed Targaryen. Harry's mother had once been happy, carefree. Harry could only remember how she cowered from his father, the tears that streaked her face when she came down for breakfast every morning.

Luna was like what their mother was before, clueless to how cruel the world could be. Harry would do everything he could to keep her that way. Obliviously happy. Innocent. Naive.

Some of the lesser families were already asking for her hand. They wanted what was left of the Targaryens, their exotic features and magnetism. Harry could keep them at bay, but if any of the Lords asked...

Harry wasn't certain if he would be allowed the privilege to say no.

A loud pop filled the air. House-elves had their own brand of magic, much like the Targaryens. For all appearances they could do much of what a normal wizard could do, but without a wand. "Master! Oh, master! You must look! A letter has come! It sure has!" Dobby screeched in excitement, tripping over his own feet in his haste to make it to Harry.

Harry leaned down, ignoring his company to take the letter out of Dobby's hands. "Thank you," Harry murmured kindly with a smile.

Dobby's ears twitched proudly. "Dobby does what he can to keep Master and Mistress happy!"

"You certainly do," Harry agreed, his brows frowning when he saw the seal. The wax was black, with the shape of a crow in it. All of the Lords used owls to send messages. Only the Night's Watch kept to the ancient practice of using crows. It was why many people called Auror's themselves Crows, that and the black clothing they wore. Harry was not certain why they would try to contact him. Harry had no men to give, no riches to donate. Harry had always been worthless in the eyes of Marcus Thorne, the current Lord Commander of the Auror's. The man had always made that poignantly clear.

His frown turned to confusion when he saw who had signed off on it. Harry knew his great-grandfather was an Auror, but he had never heard anything from him. When one became an Auror they swore off all ties to their family, giving their lives to defending the helpless and needy. As the man had not once attempted to reach out to him Harry thought he felt the same way.

But by reading the letter worry was evident in its tone. Harry was not sure if he trusted this estranged grandfather of his. He appeared earnest, but it would not be the first time someone had tried to deceive Harry. Not at all.

A/N: I decided to revamp this entire story and begin again from scratch. Hopefully everyone finds this to be a higher quality. I still am interested in seeing if the people who read both ASOIAF and HP are able to figure out who is who.