AN:
Hope you enjoy this new fanfiction.
Wolfswood Jon Snow
Jon was walking through the Wolfswood with Ghost trotting behind him. Bran just told him who his parents were and he couldn't believe it so he went to the Crypts to Lyanna's tomb. He opened the tomb and in there he found papers confirming Bran's statement and a Valyrian steel sword with a piece of paper next to in with Dark Sister written on it. Jon picked it up and put it in the empty scabbard on his belt and went to the woods to clear his head.
He sat on a tree trunk in a clearing and started to think in what position this puts him. By right the Iron Throne is his.
While he was thinking he didn't notice that the edge of his vision has started to turn black. It was a minute later that he noticed but then it was too late and he quickly fainted. Jon spent a big part of the day in the woods and as he fainted the sun started to set.
Hermione Granger
They were running from the Ministry members. They managed to make it to the fireplaces but the Ministry caught up to them. They jumped into the flames and went back to the toilets. She tried to apparate them to Grimmauld Place but Yaxley grabbed onto Hermione so she forced him of her with a Revulsion Jinx. But they already arrived at Grimmauld Place so she apparated them to the woods where they held the Quidditch World Cup. As they landed on the on the ground she noticed that something was wrong. Ron collapsed on the ground and his shirt started to get red at his shoulder. He must have splinched himself. She dropped to the ground and started to tear his shirt apart to reveal the place where he was bleeding. She went over to her bag and found the dittany bottle and poured some droplets on Ron's wound.
She stood up and looked around. She spotted something that scared her witless. It was a huge white wolf lying down next to a man's body. The wolf stood up and approached her. It sniffed her hand and turned around and went back to the man's body and laid down. Only then did she notice that the man's chest was rising and falling. He was alive but unconscious. She looked to Harry who had his wand out and was pointing it at the white wolf. The man suddenly exhaled and his eyes shot open. The wolf put his head down and started to lick his face. She was surprised when the man laughed. He pushed the wolf's head out of the way and stood up. The wolf licked his fingers, turned around and went into the forest. The man looked around and then spotted them. His hand went slowly to the sword that Hermione only now noticed on his belt. When Harry noticed this he quickly fired a stunner and hit the man in the chest with it, the man didn't even flinch.
"What was that?" the man asked surprised.
The wolf quickly appeared and started snarling at Harry. Harry backed away from the wolf and tripped on Ron's limp body.
"Who are you?" asked the man.
"I am Hermione Granger, he is Harry Potter and he is Ron Weasley" answered Hermione pointing to Harry and Ron.
"My name is Jon Snow, I am the King in the North" said Jon.
"There are no actual kings left in England" said Hermione.
"What is England?" asked Jon.
"The land where you are currently in" answered Hermione to what she thought was a stupid question.
"I thought I was in Westeros" said Jon.
"What is Westeros?" asked Harry.
"It is the land that I come from" answered Jon.
"Why do you wear armour like the knights used to wear in the medieval ages?" asked Harry.
"What year is this?" asked Jon.
"Its 1997" answered Hermione.
"Before or after Conquest?" asked Jon.
"What conquest?" asked Hermione.
"Aegon's Conquest" answered Jon.
"Who's Aegon?" asked Harry.
"He was my ancestor" answered Jon.
"Okay, let's all just sit down and, Jon, you can tell us about your life" said Hermione.
Jon helped them set up a tent. They were sitting together and talking for the rest of the day. Hermione made tea for all of them. When the sun started to set Ron woke up. Hermione rushed over to him to check him. When she was done she went over and sat next to Harry.
"How old are you?" she asked Jon.
"I'm 22 namedays old" answered Jon.
"Namedays?" asked Harry.
"How many years have gone past since my name was given to me" answered Jon.
"All of us are 17" said Hermione.
Just the Ron stumbled over and plopped himself down next to Hermione and by doing so spilled her tea.
"Ron, be careful" warned Hermione.
Ron suddenly jumped out of his seat and fell to the floor. The reason why became apparent quickly. The big white wolf just came through the tent flap. Ron jumped back onto his feet and pulled his wand out and pointed at the wolf.
"Ghost, come over here" said Jon.
The wolf walked over to Jon and laid down next to Jon.
"What is that thing?" asked Harry.
"It's my direwolf Ghost" answered Jon.
"What's a direwolf?" asked Harry.
"It's a huge wolf that can grow to the size of a horse and are more intelligent than normal wolves" answered Hermione for Jon having read about them during her free time. Jon raised his eyebrow at this not expecting for someone to know this.
"So how did you get him?" asked Harry.
"We found their mother dead with Ghost and his other five litter mates around her. Ghost was the runt of the litter but he's definitely the biggest now" said Jon.
"Who got the rest of your direwolf's litter mates?" asked Harry.
"My brothers and sisters got them" said Jon.
"Where are the rest of his litter mates?" asked Hermione.
"Four of them are dead and one of them is missing" answered Jon.
"That's sad" said Ron finally having calmed down and returned to his seat.
Hermione looked at the clock that they had in the tent and saw that they needed to go to sleep.
"You should go to sleep, it's getting late. I'll take the first shift" said Hermione. She stood up and went to sit in front of the tent. Jon suddenly grabbed her arm.
"Thank you for keeping me with you" said Jon.
"It is no problem" said Hermione.
"Sleep well" said Hermione to Jon as she went out of the tent. She sat down and got lost in thought.
AN:
I wrote this because I didn't have any idea what to write in Dragonborn Returns and I was very bored. I will update Dragonborn Returns soon don't worry.
