A Wizards Fury

by Dispatchking1

What if Lilly Potter hadn't been just another muggle born witch? What if she had been from Westeros? With three younger brothers there, and what if she had spent the last twelve years watching her son be mistreated from the hall of the dead. Here is the tale of how Lillian Baratheon changed her son's life, and the course of events both on earth and in Westeros forever.

1. Chapter 1

This is my first attempt at writing fan fiction, this is also a story concept I have had bouncing around in my head for quite a while.

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Chapter One, Beginnings.

The Dursleys, of Number Four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging Surrey England were proud to say they were quite normal thank you very much. However, in the smallest bedroom of the second floor of that boring cookie-cutter home, lay a young boy of thirteen years who was decidedly not normal. Much to his relatives chagrin. The young man tossing around in the broken bed in the smallest bedroom of Number Four was Harry Potter, and Harry Potter was a wizard, among other things that we will get to later. Harry Potter had just completed his third year of study at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and had returned to the dubious care of his unloving relatives for the summer holiday before the beginning of his fourth year of schooling. Here at Number Four, Harry is expected to do all the lawn work, cook all the meals, and do all the cleaning, unless it was related to a valuable item, in which case his upright horse of an Aunt would chase him off, not trusting him with anything valuable that he could break with his "Freakishness" as they referred to his most remarkable of abilities. Harry had been with his relatives for just shy of three weeks when he fell ill. Harry had been sick now for almost two weeks, and his relatives had yet to think any more of it then that he was just being lazy. Of course that wasn't what was happening, not that they really cared. Harry Potter was small for his age, appearing to be no more then a lad of eleven, not a boy of thirteen. Twelve years of neglect and malnutrition had caused the boy to be small for his age and had weekend his immune system, which is why what had started as a summer cold has now become pneumonia of the vilest kind. Harry is a boy with a generally kind disposition, with uncontrollable raven black hair, and eyes that shine an ephemeral green, of course, the boy was currently sleeping fitfully, so you can't see those eyes at the moment. As the boy struggled to sleep in his bed, in the smallest bedroom of Number Four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging Surrey, our story truly begins.

Lilly Potter, had had quite enough of her only sons treatment at the hands of her supposed sister and her walrus of a husband. She had spend the last twelve years at the side of the Stranger, watching and watching as her son was mistreated by those meant to love him, knowing that she couldn't do anything. But now she had had enough. Lilly decided right then and there, consequences be damned, she would try to do something for her son, she had more family then just the Foster Sister she barley knew, she had Brothers in the land she was born, and if HE would agree she could send her son to them. James wouldn't like it of course, but he wasn't there was he? James being from earth, and her being from Planetos meant that even though they were married they still went to separate afterlives, as different gods held claims to their souls. She looked up to the head of the table, towards where the Stranger, the god of Death in her home pantheon sat, observing the souls in his hall. The Stranger appeared to be a man, in a black robe, with the hood up hiding his face, sure, she couldn't gauge his mood since she couldn't see his face, but she decided to risk it. Getting up from her seat, she walked towards his place at the head of the table and knelt at his right hand. "My Lord, I would ask a boon, if you would let me" Lilly said, clutching at the robed arm of the deity on the throne like chair. "I had wondered when thou wouldst stop gnawing on thine own liver in consternation of thy child's situation Lillian. Speak my child, what boon would you ask of Death and Magic?" The Stranger asked. "I would move my son from where he is, I would send Harry to my brothers." Lilly responded, confident now that she knew the god was expecting her request. "Wouldst thou move the Boy to a land he has never heard of without any warning? What of thy brothers also, thou hast not spoken with even a one of them since thy departure from thy fathers castle, surely thou wouldst not thrust and orphan upon them with no warning or for knowledge of his parentage or situation." The Stranger said, a hint of amusement in his voice. Surprised at his tone, Lilly responded "I would go first to my son, and explain the situation, then my brothers and explain to them as well." "And how long wouldst thou have thy son with thy brothers? While his upbringing in Westeros would be better then in his father's land, his life will be no easier, all thou wouldst do is simply add a second destiny to his existing one. Thy child is preordained to be a hero, to spend his life toiling for the safety of others, even at risk of his own life and limb, dost thou understand this my child?" The Stranger responded, attempting to ensure the grieving mother understood just what she was asking for. " I understand my Lord, I knew when I first held him that he was destined for great things, but I'm afraid for his survival if he continues where he is. I have no wish to be reunited with him in your hall before his time." Lilly responded, trying to convey her understanding to the strangely gentle death god. "very well. If thou dost understand as thou say, I will give you this night to see what can be done, my siblings and I have long considered this before. Knowing a mother can only watch their child suffer for so long." The Stranger replied. "See unto the boy last my child, I and one of my Elder Brothers will accompany thee when thou approach the boy, we shall use this time, to cease the disquiet among the men of Westeros concerning the trivialities of religion. There is only one set of gods, even though some of us have taken titles, and watched over the Andals before their arrival." bursting with joy at the gods permission to help her son, Lilly rose to her feet. "I'll go to my brothers first Master. Thank you." she said, kissing his hand. As Lilly turned to leave however, she heard the god call after her "it would be prudent, I think, to visit one of the boy's instructors as well, so they would know where he had gone." "I know, I'll go to Severus, I'm tired of watching him wallow in self loathing anyway." she said with a smile. With that, Lilly Potter, born Lillian Baratheon, eldest child and only daughter of Steffon Barathon and Cassanna Eastermont, walked from the hall, already considering what she was going to say to her brothers.