Arya Stark has always been blessed by the old gods. When in Harrenhal, she prays for a champion and Hagrid answers her call. Unlike the usual bumbling Hagrid portrayed in the books, this Hagrid has lived a beyond the second rise of Voldemort and is a battle hardened half giant, unafraid to use force when warranted. He is a bit smarter and much better with magic then the cannon one because Harry Potter actually helps his first friend after wining the war.

AN: Slow updates due to injured wrist. My grammar is not the best, nor am I that big on proof-reading (mostly because of my shitty 13" laptop). You have been warned! I write jingles, not songs! Might use a beta someday.

Arya

Arya Stark had been stuck into Harrenhal for almost a month with no hope of escape. She was sick and tired of being the cupbearer for Tywin Lannister, the demon incarnate. The atrocities committed by the mountain on a daily basis had stopped bothering her – it was almost a way of life in the hell hole known as Harrenhal anyway. The one thing she knew was that she had to escape soon or her life was over. Tywin might discover her identity as Arya Stark and then it would be back to King's Landing to live as a prisoner for who knows how long or, once Tywin leaves the Mountain and his men would have their merry way with her. Neither prospect looked particularly welcoming.

She had somehow coerced Jaquen Hagar to help her escape but it was taking too long and she wasn't sure whether he would deliver before the unthinkable happened. For that reason she was doing what her bastard brother, who also happened to be her bestest-brother told her to do. "Pray to the heavens", he once told her. She had prayed to the old gods a while ago for a companion who would not judge her, insult her and her brother got her Nymeria, the awesome direwolf. So, she was doing the same now.

In a matter of days, her prayer seemed to be working. Months ago there was a red comet that lightened the horizon and some Targaryen loyalist proclaimed that it heralded the return of dragons. Now, there was a comet colored red and gold that once in a while looked liked a lion with red mane. Red mane mixed with Stark gray colors.

Harrenhal was already thick with whispers of how the Gods were angry at House Lannister for desecrating the color of lion. A lion is supposed to have yellow-brown fur and dark reddish mane but Lannisters had used a complete golden color. Tywin Lannister, wasn't a superstitious man but for some reason, had heeded those whispers and quickly left for King's Landing. Most likely to stop his daughter from doing anything foolish.

For Arya, this was a somewhat tough situation. Due to Tywin's departure security had gotten somewhat lax but at the same time, the Mountain had gotten completely out of control and sooner or later, he was going to come after her. Jaquen better deliver his promise fast or there would be not be much of Arya Stark left, she thought.

Hogwarts, a week before the comet appeared in Westeros

Rubeus Hagrid, Professor of Care of Magical Creature, Keeper of Keys for Hogwarts was dying. He had lead a comparatively short life but still at the age of 100, he did not have much complaint left on how he lead his life. He was not even particularly angry about how his death came to be – a bunch of wannabe dark wizard snuck into Hogwarts and he stopped them before they could do any damage. 20 dark wizards against Hagrid and his makeshift club. None of them survived except for the fact that a dark organ rotting curse got him. The same curse that got Professor Dumbledore.

Harry Potter – the man who conquered, Hermione Potter who happened to change the face of magical world sat by his sides. Grawp, his dear half brother – a 30 foot giant that turned out to be a pretty smart cookie thanks to tremendous work on Harry's part was weeping, holding Hagrid's hands. Many of his former and current students had already come by to pay their respect. They were still sitting outside his hut, unwilling to let him die alone. Norbert, the dragon he hatched was also perched outside but sticking his head through the window. All in all, the mood was sombre. A great man was about to pass into his next great adventure and no one was ready to say good-bye.

With a great effort, Hagrid spoke, "Harry, Hermione – the two of you have been like sons and daughters I have never had. Don't make my last moments be so sad – speak of the good times we had. The two of you will have to take care of Grawp and Norbert after I go, you know that!"

Wiping her tears, Hermione started speaking some non-nonsensical things while Grawp bawled some more. Harry, who had seen plenty of death, strengthened himself and started to talk about all the good times. As he talked about smuggling Norbert out of Hogwarts, the dragon gave a big lick to Hagrid.

Norbert the dragon had escaped the Romanian dragon preserve a few years after Harry defeated Voldemort. He had landed right in front of Hagrid's hut to enormous surprise and joy of the big man. On a completely different note, Hogwarts motto of "never tickle a sleeping dragon", got a whole different meaning since Norbert decided Hagrid's hut was going to be his new perch and the Forbidden Forest his hunting ground.

The one thing about Harry Potter that only his wife, Hermione and due to a mishap, Hagrid knew was that, Harry was the master of death. Neither of those two ever bothered him about the master of death deal but in this instance Harry knew he had to do something to alleviate Hagrid's pain.

In a quick motion, he raised a silencing and notice-me-not charm. None of the occupant realized about that, they were all too wrapped reminiscing about good times. With a conspiratory look, Harry asked, "Hagrid, you know I am master of death, right?"

"I know that Harry but I would not ask you to use your powers on my behalf. That would be wrong", spoke the half giant.

Hermione simply gave a curious, "Just speak", node. Harry continued, "What if I were to send you to a world where you can start again? A world where you can flourish again?"

"Would that not be the same as the next great adventure that Professor Dumbledore always said Harry?"

"Albus, he always had a way with words. The next great adventure can be what you want to be Hagrid. I am, after all the master of death."

"Will I be able to see you and Hermione again? Will you be able to send Grawp and Norbert with me? Those two, I worry about them Harry. I worry how they will be after I am gone"

"Of course you will Hagrid. You will see all of us again. Grawp and Norbert, they are both related to you – one by blood, they other by magic since you help birth him. I should be able to send both of them with you. But myself and Hermione can't follow, not yet."

"I understand. You both have a lot to do."

"It is not that simple Hagrid. You are family to both of us but without a blood tie like those two have, we would have to die first before following to your next adventure."

At Hagrids and Grawp's hopeful look, Hermione added, "Well, by the time we die in this world, Hagrid, you will be able to be settled in the other world pretty good. You know how lazy Harry is when it comes to building houses and everything don't you?"

Hagrid laughed hard which turned to a cough and replied, "Aye I know my boy. Don't worry, we shall be ready for you both. Maybe build a castle just like Hogwarts, what do you think Norbert?"

The dragon roared and the giant, Grawp who had so far stayed silent happily spoke, "And we will make a very special perch for little Norbert here."

Cautiously, Harry spoke, "Umm Hagrid, neither Grawp nor Norbert will be able to reach you for almost a year. It is one of those things about magic."

With a thoughtful look, Hagrid questioned, "They will reach where I am right?"

Harry nodded, "Yup – they will appear near the point where you first arrive in that world. And Grawp can use the point me charm so he can find you. Norbert can smell you if need be."

"And can I take my club with me? And the lion skin coat you charmed for me? If I had been wearing that coat, that curse would never have gotten me!"

"Of course Hagrid. I will keep everything in a mokeskin pouch. Some weapons, cloth, food and such."

After that, as they say the rest is history. Hagrid was more or less dead in the world of Hogwarts but in the world of Westeros, a new champion was about to rise. A champion who did not care about low born or high born, base born or true born. A champion who did not care about color, creed or religion. A champion who only cared about the right thing to do. And a champion, who courtesy of his giant blood was just about impervious to most conventional weapons.