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Quick Author's Note: Hi readers! Firstly, would like to thank you all for taking a look at this fic...means a lot. Secondly, this story will start from the beginning of Series Four, but there will be flashbacks going as far back as the first ever episode, and there may be some AU here and there.

This is, of course, a Jon/OC fic. After watching the last episode of Season Five I couldn't help but make another fanfiction on him. And I know I need to update the others but I will be continuing them too. Image of OC's appearance is on profile.

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Chapter I

Jon Snow stared at the gathering of women that stood before him, his eyes occasionally flickering towards the pile of dead bodies that littered the ground outside of Craster's Keep. The former daughter-wives looked even worse than when he'd first laid eyes upon them. Many were covered in bruises or cuts, mostly around the eyes and mouth, but when he remembered Locke's information on the mutineers and what they'd spent the majority of their time doing in Craster's Keep, he had a feeling they bore worse wounds than those currently in plain view.

"It's not safe for you here on your own," he told them, "Mance Rayder has an army headed this way and there's worse out there than Mance." Jon stopped and sighed. "Come with us to Castle Black, we can find you work, keep you safe."

The eldest woman spoke up for them all. "Meaning all respect Sir Crow, Craster beat us...and worse. Your brother Crow's beat us and worse. We'll find our own way."

Jon knew there would be a small chance of them accepting his offer to return with him and the remaining men. The women had clearly been through the seven hells and back, partly caused by their father-husband, the other caused by men he'd once called his 'brothers'. So it was no surprise to him when they refused to be surrounded by more men of the Night's Watch.

Jon looked around him at the partly burning home and said, "You want to stay here, in Craster's Keep?"

The eldest woman looked at one of the younger daughters before quickly spitting on the floor. "Burn it to the ground." She spat. "And all the dead with it."

A few short moments later Jon, the remainder of his men, and Craster's daughter-wives, stood a good pace away from the Keep, watching as the Keep burned to the ground. Black smoke filled the dark skies along with the smell of burning flesh: Jon and his men had thrown the rest of the bodies onto the flames once the fire grew.

Jon wasn't sure how he felt in that moment. He watched the flames grow higher and higher until they passed the tops of the trees surrounding the Keep, and he could only hope that the wood wouldn't catch fire: Bella would've hated it if it had. He could remember her voice and the emotion she showed when explaining it to him.

"The forests are older than even me and they should be respected...not set alight by idiotic mortal men."

Even now, when it had been nearly more than a year since he'd first seen her, he could not block out her melodic voice: He couldn't block out anything about her. She inhabited his every dream, memories of them together were all that he could think of, even as he'd laid with Ygritte he could not escape Bella. Whenever the wind blew he thought of her and her promise to him, her very words on repeat in his head: That'd been the day she'd left him alone.

"Every time the wind sings, know that it is my reminder to you that I am always here, and you must listen carefully. Because one day Jon Snow, one day you will hear my voice, and on that day you will know that I am coming back, that I am returning for you. I promise you."

And every day afterwards he'd paused when the wind blew, closing his eyes in the hopes he'd be able to concentrate better and would finally hear her beautiful voice...but it never came. And soon he stopped listening; Stopped waiting. Now when the wind blew he no longer longed to hear her, she served only as a memory now, one that he would never forget.

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Jon later sat in his chambers with Ghost sleeping soundly at his feet: Once again he was thinking of her. He'd never forget the day he'd first seen her, how he, his father, his brothers, Theon, and Sir Rodrik had been investigating the death of a large Stag on their way home from a beheading. They'd followed a blood trail down the bank and towards the stream...and that was where they'd found her.

"Hello." She'd greeted formally, a strange look in her eyes: It was as though she'd been waiting for them.

There had been only men with them that day and with the state she was in Jon had been curious as to how she'd survived: The girl had been as naked as a new-born babe, her long, golden curls serving as the only source of coverage. Her hair had covered her breasts when she'd stood to face them, though her lower womanly-parts had been on full display to him and the others. And, as a man who'd never laid with a woman, he couldn't help but admire her form. Even his brother, Robb, a man who'd been with a good few women, couldn't keep his eyes off her. Jon was sure her beauty overpowered that of Margery Tyrell's, even though he'd never seen the woman with his own eyes, only heard stories of her good looks, he was convinced no other woman could tear his eyes away from this one.

Jon's father had been the first to gather himself, being the honourable one and covering the girl's body with his fur cloak. She'd taken it of course, although with a slightly confused look upon her face: It was as though she questioned their uncomfortableness with her naked body, wondering why she had to be covered. And little did Jon know then that in the weeks to come, he'd know why she was most at ease when wearing nothing at all.

Ghosts whining pulled Jon back from his thoughts, for which he was partly grateful. He'd never see Bella again: He'd given up hope a long time ago. Though he did hope that one day he'd forget all about her: About how she'd favoured him the most, how she'd convinced him that the Night's Watch was an honourable place, how she'd shown him a world not even Old Nan could describe, and more than anything he hoped to forget how she'd loved him, only to leave him soon after their declaration to each other.

When Ghost continued whining and got to his feet, scratching at the chamber door, Jon was suddenly on alert: The last time this had happened he'd wound up fighting a Wight. And since they'd brought back the bodies of their dead men from Craster's Keep, Jon wondered if one of them had rose again, if one of them had come back as a blue-eyed monster.

Jon quickly snatched his sword from the corner of the room and pulled open the chamber door, chasing after Ghost who bound through the halls and out into the courtyard. However he found himself curious when they exited the building: He found nothing. There were no wights, and it could not have been wildlings, he'd have heard the bells from atop the wall. So what was it?

Jon looked down towards Ghost. The wolf no longer whined and fidgeted as though feeling threatened by something, instead he sat soundly on the balcony where Jon stood, staring up at the night sky. It was freezing outside and Jon wanted nothing more than to get back to the warmth of his chamber...but Ghost would not have it. When he tried to go back inside, the direwolf moved in front of him, making sure that Jon did not go back inside.

But then he heard it.

Ghost must have heard it first with his hearing being a lot more acute than Jon's: His wolf ears had picked up on something Jon didn't. But now that Jon stood out in the courtyard, he realised what it was Ghost wanted him to hear. And for the first time in a long while, Jon closed his eyes and let his muscles relax, his fingertips tingling as the wind blew once more: It was then that he heard it clear as day.

It was her. Jon could convince himself that he was hearing things, that his mind was playing tricks on him, but he knew the truth. She'd promised him that one day she would come back for him, and even though he knew she'd have to leave eventually it was all he wanted, to see Bella once more. But now that he knew she was coming, he found himself unsure. He couldn't protect her here, not with Mance Rayder's army closing in on the Wall. If they attacked he knew Bella wouldn't survive.

Another curious, and slightly worrying, question appeared in his mind. Why was she coming back now?

'Jon...'

He heard it again and again and it would not stop: She was definitely coming back for him. And when she did he'd be ready, when she did he'd have his mind open and heart shut: She would not take his heart again.

Author's Note:

I know it's very short but this is just the start of the story. Hopefully you guys liked the first chapter and would like to see more, if so then please Review. Thanks guys!