Chapter One
Believe, Achieve, Succeed
-Motto of House Black
It has always been bad luck on tinkering with unknown magic. Every respectful wizard and witch knows that. That's also the reason as to why there are so very few Unspeakables and lesser recruits coming in every year. Pushing the boundaries of the unknown is always risky even at the best of times and the accidents formed when it is done claimed a lot of unlucky souls from the Department of Myteries. Still it is their duty to learn more about magic, its pros and cons and distribute the knowledge they acquire to the general public for the good of all without recognition or thanks, all because of the shady mystery that shadowed the department.
Surprisingly it is that shadow looming over them that protects the others also from themselves. Many things studied in the Department of Mysteries aren't exactly registered as "safe" or sometimes even "legal". It took a great effort on all its members that the more sensitive issues of their work not wander around unknowing and illiterate hands. Accidents might happen to them that only the Unspeakables try to avoid themselves.
For Alya Black, she can only curse as she found herself looking down at the sand which she is currently laying face-front first at. The taste of sand lingered in her mouth and she made a mental note not to drink any water as she stood up dusting the robe covering her t-shirt inside and skirt that fell only above her knees as she looked around on the barren desert, the heat of the sun bearing down on her marring the slightly pale skin.
Already a thunderous scowl is forming in her face at her unlucky predicament. She had seen accidents happen before with her being an Unspeakable on their line of work. However she had been on the receiving end of any accidents….ever.
Alya Black, current Heiress of the Most Noble and Prestigious House of Black after Sirius Black, her biological father passed away and former Harry Potter in disguise thanks to the machinations of the Great Albus Dumbledore who had went to extreme ends on keeping her safe by Obliviating the circumstances that led to her making and even her as a baby by using Transfiguration of the Highest order to temporarily change her gender to a male to fool everyone and prepare her for the upcoming demand of the prophecy.
Does that make the old man evil in her eyes? No it doesn't. In fact Albus Brian Dumbledore (his original name) have been Alya's father, mother and grandfather figure all rolled up in one. When the Potters died with Voldemort murdering them and her unknowingly vanquishing him as a baby, he had taken her in and spirited her away as transfigured Harry Potter to a tropical island in Southeast Asia. There he had raised her like a child of his own, preparing her for her future while at the same time assigning Sir Thomas Colville, one of England's knights that is a member of the Order of the Phoenix and is tasked on guarding the Prime Minister of England as her personal guard and watcher when Dumbledore isn't present thanks to his responsibilities as leaders on different positions.
She had grown up as Harry Potter knowing that he is a wizard and living a simple life with the inhabitants of the island with Thomas and Dumbledore. All sense of superiority never came close to his life under the guiding hand of two adults. Honor and Ethics Thomas nailed permanently into Alya's mind while Dumbledore educated her with magic, logic and cunning to support herself on the long run for her future.
Alya would never change it for the world. She grew up loving the people caring for her and she still remembered fondly the nights when she's younger where she would sit at the old headmaster's lap. Of course at the right age she had finally been brought to Hogwarts as per tradition as Harry Potter. Everyone worshipped her like a king then believing in her cushy lifestyle and royal palaces adopting her. She had been sorted into Slytherin and that's where her adventures in life that headed to the prophecy about her to fulfill.
The long is road and harsh with many loved ones lost along the way with the lessons on life learned. Thankfully with the education that Dumbledore gave her made her successful on stamping down majority of the Pureblood dogma that ruled over the house of snakes along the way, especially since she gained Malfoy's loyalty when she saved him twice. One is when the idiot ponce tried finding the Chamber of Secrets and second when he insulted a Hippogriff that almost tore off his arm. With his support, the rest of Slytherin house did not take long to fall in at her side and led to the Dark Lord having fewer supporters when he began his campaign once more when Dumbledore is murdered by Snape at his sleep.
Alya paid them back in full of course, Voldemort and Snape. Rallying Great Britain at her side being the Boy-Who-Lived and with the financial and full support of the old families at her side, the war is successful and drove Voldemort's forces back easily, especially when Prime Minister Bones got elected and started cracking down hard on Voldie's recruits with the help of squads from the Muggle Prime Minister which had been allocated to help with the war. Even the Dark Lord in all his might can't fight an entire country on his own.
Fueled by desperation on defeat after defeat, the Dark Lord eventually set his fights on the only place that he could take refuge fully to recuperate his strength, Hogwarts; Alya's trap for him without him knowing, intentionally making him desperate enough to go there. When the Dark Lord sacked the empty castle (which had been evacuated before), the trap eventually sprang.
Statues which had remained stationary for centuries sprang to life impaling Death Eaters left and right, the castle itself went against Voldemore resulting too many accidents happening all around the place resulting too many deaths on his . When the forces of the Ministry and the Parliament finally arrived on sight, all that remained of the Dark Lord's forces is himself and a few measley Death Eaters to stubborn to die. There everyone learned that even a Dark Lord who cheats Death isn't immune to a hundred different spells shot at him altogether. It was Alya's magic however that made the difference.
Normally the bald-snake face would be on spirit form once again thanks to his anchors but blood magic from Alya that she learned thanks to one of the tomes of the old houses once and for all stomped Voldemort as his soul is caged on his burning body forever and ever that he would never be able to get out of it again.
Only then did Dumbledore's machinations remove itself during the prophecy fulfilled leaving all parties affected by the old man's actions on erasing Alya's original appearance void, including Alya. Surprisingly Alya, took the sudden change of her gender well. She is planning after all to retire and escape public scrutiny, and being Harry Potter no longer is the perfect alibi she had and Dumbledore raising her as Harry Potter safeguarded her and prepared her for the hard road ahead which he had to walk being the prophesied savior. So no, she's not angry with the old man though if she's honest, she's a little miffed. He did it for the Greater Good, as he used to say and it certainly hel[ed her. Alya shivered at the thought of entering Hogwarts all naïve and unwitting as a baby seal on land.
So now here she is working on the more potent forms of Blood Magic searching for an easier way of transportation when during the ritual, one of her subordinates sneezed and caused her to arrive here.
Speaking of that, where is she currently?
Piercing green eyes wandered over the area. It is all obviously the desert and the witch first expression is that maybe she is somewhere on Africa judging with no signs of an Oasis anywhere whatsoever. If she's unlucky she's somewhere in the middle of the Sahara Desert. Oh she's going to go Hercules on her subordinate once she got her hands on him.
Willing her magic to her, Alya felt the familiar sensation of magic compressing for apparition followed by the squeezed feeling inside a tube, the only sign that apparating is successful only to open her eyes and found herself standing on the same spot. Green eyes blinked only in confusion before Alya closed it once more repeating the same process only for the result to…remain the same.
"What the hell is going on?" Alya thought murderously as she tried once…twice…thrice, resulting into the familiar cracking sound echoing in the wilderness with the raven-haired girl remaining at the same spot which she is standing, appearing and disappearing repeatedly.
"What's going on?!" the black heiress finally yelled indignantly, stamping her foot in frustration as she tried once more only to remain at the same place as usual.
"Okay Alya think," Alya thought to herself as she calmed herself down with deep breaths. "You are an Unspeakable, you have explored the deeper mysteries of magic and its limits, surely you can guess the reason as to why you are not apparating back to England,"
The most basic and reason as to why apparition won't work is simply because there are anti-apparition wards on the place which is highly unlikely since Alya had honed her senses to sharpness on detecting the feeling of magic, a trait that she learned during the war against Voldemort. Magic always leave a trace for any magic-wielder to sense if he or she looks hard enough and this place doesn't feel an ounce of it at all.
Second is if a person doesn't know how to apparate which is ridiculous in all sense. Alya had been successfully doing apparition ever since she turned seventeen. In fact if she's honest with herself, she could do it with her eyes closed and a blaring music to distract her. So that one rules it out too.
The final and the most probable of reasons and the one that Alya believed is the correct one, is the fact that the place she is standing at is somewhere that she haven't been before. It is the logical choice that comes to her mind. She may have scoured the world for the past three years and visited many places thanks to her work as an Unspeakable, but that doesn't mean she have been everywhere. And also England is as familiar to her as the back of her hand, so why?
Frustration mounted Alya's head as she tried and failed once more. Looking around her she could find no place familiar in here. She had been on the Sahara desert once chasing after a scorpion blood for ingredients, but this desert doesn't look like the Sahara as far as she was concerned. This place is too rocky, filled with numerous rises and hills that limits the view into a few kilometers only. She'll be lucky to find a city or a settlement where she might connect with the ICW and make her way back home. It would be embarrassment to explain how a failed experiment brought her here and she could already picture out the amused expressions and laughs that will greet her the moment she returned back at the office.
If she could return back to the office. Surviving here is easy since she could conjure water that might sustain her for a time till she can find help.
The sound of horses neighing though stopped Alya's contemplation as to which direction she would take best on her plans to search for a destination. In fact it brought her slowly darkening mood down as the realization that civilization might be closer than she thought if there's a caravan appearing. She knew tribe people on deserts still used camels and horses when travelling it.
However her smile turned to a small frown as the caravan appeared. Alya have never seen a caravan like this before. Three wheelhouses bearing what seemed to be metal cages filled with people chained into the bars on their wrists came into view being towed by horses that looked like they have seen better days. Thirty men are with them. Ten are riding horses garbed in what seemed to be light leather armor while the remaining twenty bearing spears walking are simply wearing thick cloth which hid everything but the eyes on their faces. They look like a group of people from the black ages with their attires and if not for the sharpness of spears and swords they have, alongside the dripping blood among the cuts of the people inside the cages, Alya would have mistaken them as actors wandering around.
Right hand automatically going down to the long dirk as long as half of her right arm at her boot, Alya drew the slender piece of steel, its head glinting at the sun as she waited for the righters too get close. It did not take long.
"Now what do we have here Hert?" exclaimed one of the first men, his yellow teeth showing as he grinned to his partner in what Alya could guess is a victorious smirk as they eyed her the moment their horses skidded only a few steps away from her. She did not fail to notice that they had her surrounded as they sectioned their mounts.
"Aye, and a pretty one at this time," laughed the man obviously named Hert as he eyed her like a piece of meat. "It's not every day that we pick a pretty one these days. We could sell her to the magisters for a high price with a body and a face like that,"
"Garr, we could fuck her first, I won't mind having a piece of that ass," one of the men interjected making the two who spoke first scowl heavily at their partner.
"Fuck off Garett! You've already fucked five whores before we left. Leave this one alone, if she's a virgin, we don't want to ruin her, if we sell her imagine the price that she'll fetch at the slave market. Any of those yellow robed cunts would pay for her three times especially with a face and body like that,"
Now don't get Alya wrong, she's flattered, she really is. And she's no stranger on her beauty too, in fact she's vain, very vain ever since she realized that he is a she all along. She had long regal black hair that fell to her ass that she braided to a French braid regularly, high cheekbones, pouty lips that men and wizards dreamed to kiss, and piercing green eyes. Her body is also athletic, it's lithe and slightly curvaceous frame balanced her breasts which fell somewhere between the average in size for women. Normally Alya enjoyed men praising her beauty. However these idiots immediately made her tick.
It didn't help that the moment she heard the word: "slave market", she immediately knew what and who they are…..slavers.
Before the idiots could even notice, two of their number immediately fell from the horse clutching their throats futilely courtesy of a well-placed silent casting of cutting curses. The rest before they could regain their bearings immediately got thrown off as dust immediately exploded around thanks to a simple levitation spell that made every granule of sand fly for a split second. Enough for heiress of Black House to finish off the rest with her dirk as they lay confused and bruised on the grounds when their horses panicked at the sudden dust cloud.
When Sir Colville taught her to fight with mudane muggle weapons in melee, he had taught her well. Sure it is honorable to fight someone one on one fairly, but cunning is always the key to victory and if it takes a blade on the back to claim one, she must not hesitate. And she did not.
The screams of the men can barely be heard as the dirk finished off the ten with well-placed piercings all over their necks and hearts leaving most of them gurgling on their blood unable to make a sound, courtesy of the dirk of the Black heiress.
The sound of something whooshing over the wind however removed immediately the smile of triumph from Alya's face as honed instincts scream to life, powerful bombarda spell hit the earth sending stones flying everywhere that are immediately transfigured to dozens of shields imitating a tortoise covering Alya like a protective barrier only a split second away before the sound of metal hitting metal followed as arrows from the twenty men who had panicked at seeing a magic-user in action threw a volley even with their comrades still trapped with Alya.
"Keep on firing men! Kill the witch! Kill her and make her bleed!" roared one who is supposed to be the de facto leader as they continued raining arrows making Alya grunted as she felt one of the arrows finally got through the transfigured shield. She scowled as she remembered one of the first basic rules of transfiguration: "The Transfigured figure is only as strong as the original object," and the desert rocks isn't exactly designed for holding back steel-tipped arrows. Sooner or later, one of them will pass through.
One flick of her hand through wandless casting banished the transfigured shields back into rocks in random barrages through the dust of sand catching the men who is getting ready for another volley in surprise as the stones pelted those catching two on the head and killing them instantly while the others only looked worse for wear as they eyed a dusty Alya who is brandishing her dirk protectively in front of her.
"Damn this," thought the witch to herself as the remaining eighteen men advanced towards her with victorious smirks on their faces drawing their swords and axes as they dropped their bows. The dirk isn't enough to fight off these men. If she had a sword or a spear, she could try to win alongside her wandless magic, but her dirk won't last a second against them, not to mention she's badly outnumbered.
Alya is just ready to fight to her last breathe readying another cutting curse in her free hand as the men charged….
Only for an arrow with green fletching passed through the neck of the foremost of them stopping the others immediately as she and them watch the unfortunate soul fell dead with his blood pooling around his head.
"Death!" the sound of thundering hooves is immediately heard and Alya only had a second to see riders in scale armor appear over the horizon wearing green cloaks lined with gold threads, one of them carrying a sigil of a running horse over a field of green run over the surprised slavers trampling half of them in a moment's instance while sending the rest careening in three different directions.
Alya is so preoccupied at the sudden arrival of the riders; she barely parried an axe stroke that would have cleaved her head. The dirk however as she expected didn't take the full brunt of the axe well and splintered into a dozen pieces causing the Black heiress to fall flat on her back even as the man jumped atop her, his knife almost reaching her neck if not for her hand stopping his wrist barely.
"I'm going to kill you witch!" growled the man using the entire weight of his body pressing down on the eighteen year old girl causing the knife to near her throat inch by inch. "Then I'm going to fuck your dead body on the sand to remind everyone that nobody messes with the Great Masters of Mereen and esca-,"
He never finished his words as a bone hexing hex hit his spine, cleaving it in three different parts, killing the man immediately. Alya only a door from death's embrace immediately heaved him off taking deep breaths at how close she was on dying not noticing the regal man in silver armor and a crown on his well-trimmed hair poking at the sides looking down at her with one of disbelief as if he can't believe his eyes at all.
"Alya? Is that really you?" his voice cracked and Alya stiffened at the very familiar tone that she had only heard briefly before when she's younger and one where she was offered a home other than the one she had with Sir Colville and Dumbledore.
Green eyes met grey ones.
"Sirius? Dad? Is it really you?"
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AN: I promised my Another World One Last Chance fans that I would write a HP X Warcraft fic but I'm so curious to try my mettle on Game of thrones fic X HP. So this is me trying. Hihihihi This is my 4th story ever since I started fanfiction and claimed Cassie's count. Hoping you guys would support me.
I've never read a fem Harry Potter in the GOT World. So let's try it shall we?
PS: Readers help me as the fanfic progress, Im very bad at the storyline of GOT. I only watched the movie and skip great parts of it due to the torture, the sex scenes and the other parts.
PS: He is the white wolf! The King in the NORTH! Yay Jon Snow wins! Hihihihi
PS: Review readers for my sake. I wanted to know your opionions.