Chapter: 1
AN: This is a short chapter. From next it'll be bigger. Please forgive any unintentional spelling or grammar mistake.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Game of thrones. And this is only pleasure writing not for profit.
Summary: Harold Baratheon, youngest son of Robert Baratheon the king of the seven kingdom had these strange dreams. How a magician can change the game of thrones in Wrsteros. What can he do when he got himself kidnapped by the wildlings at the tender age of five?
Introduction
Harold Baratheon was the youngest son of Robert Baratheon, the king of the seven kingdoms and the protector of the realm. He was an odd little boy. He had unruly black hair unlike his other siblings, fair skin, firm cheekbone and had an average height for his age. He was skinny but had a firm built. And he had the greenest pair of eyes you could ever see, even more than his mother.
He seemd to be the perfect child on the outside but he had a huge problem. He had the Dreams. They are not normal dreams. When these dreams first started he could not remember, but he had them as long as he could remember. They always start immediately after he fells asleep and when he woke up he could remember all of it with crystal clearly. And these dreams were strange for other reasons too. They seem to stretch way longer than he sleeps. When he slept for two hours, in his dreams he spent about two days. But they were not the main problem. The main problem was the headache. It was so intense that every time he woke up, he could not help but cry out loud in pain. And the headache won't be gone for several hours no matter what.
At first he could not understand what the dreams meant, just remembered it. As he was growing up, he started to understand the happenings in the dreams. He denied to talk about the dreams and claimed that he totally forgot about it. He knew having those dreams were extremely weird and didn't want anyone to know. He mentally grew up very fast due to those dreams and felt they were very personal.
His parents tried everything they could do to help. They prayed to the old gods and the new but the dreams remained. They once took him to the Godswood where they reached after a whole day journey but that was the last. He was almost two then and upon entering the Godswood he just started screaming due to sudden intense headache which stopped immediately after exiting the area. And that was the end of his treatment attempts.
There was another strange thing about those dreams. They were very organized and would continue where the previous dream ended before. It was like he was living another life when he was asleep. He dreamed of a woman with green eyes and red hair and a man with glasses and unruly black hair, he figured they must be his parents. He also dreamed of a snake faced man, cold high pitch laughter and a burst of green light. it was a happy life until then.
Then the miserable ten years in the cupboard with his aunt and uncle. After that, a school of magic, friends and many exciting and dangerous adventures. And after that it was a true nightmare. War, fighting with magic and death of so many friends.
In the dream life he had never had the chance to know his family and most of his friends died early in the war. And here he had a family. His father had absolutely no time for him and his mother did love him but she also had a little time now a days. Joffrey was not the big brother anyone should have. He was a big headed scum just like Malfoy and ignored his siblings like they did not exist. Although Myrcella and tommen were fun to play with. This may be not the most loving family you picture but it was way better than nothing and for that he was grateful.
His life was moving on in a same monotonous routine until Jon Arryn died. Jon Aryon, the Hand of the King died overnight and Lady Lyas Arryn fled that night with her only son to the Eyrie. Then one week later they started the journey to the north. The king wanted to make Lord Edderd Stark, the new Hand and offer the position personally. He was the King's best friend and the king knew he would refuse otherwise.
Two weeks passed and they were on the Kingsroad, which gone all the way to Winterfell, Harold had another dream. This dream was different. It was about a great battle on the school ground and after so many loses on both side, he was standing unarmed in front of the snake faced man to sacrifice himself. Then there was a burst of green light and he was awake.
In the past five years he spent twenty five years of life in his dreams. It was an intense life and there was never a time when he was not in danger. That life was perfect until his parents died. The life with the Dursley's was truly miserable. So he was very happy when he went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the first time.
But there was a whole different level of dangers. In dursley's all he could get was being locked up, starving and beating but nothing life threatening. But in Hogwarts not only his, but everyone's life was in danger. In his first year there was the troll incident and the Quirrelmort thing. Not to mention Fluffy the Cerberus and other traps. Second year was the worst. He sometimes wondered that how it was possible that no one died from the Basilisk attacks. Third year was filled with terror of the one Sirius Black. But he was not the real danger, he was in fact innocent of all crimes except may be the pranks. The danger was what he brought with him. Dementors. He almost lost his life twice to those soul suckers. Fourth year was another thing. With the dangerous tournament going on and kidnapped to the resurrection party of Voldemort. His fifth year was relatively safe if you discount Umbitch and department of Mystery incident. Sixth year was actually danger free except the death eater attack at the end of the year. And he never went for the seventh year due to Horcrux hunt, and then the war that started in full force.
He wondered what will happen that he was now dead in his dream. Will he dream again? And will there be a new world? Or will the dreams simply stop? So the next night he went to bed and he waited in great anticipation for sleep to come. Eventually sleep did claim him.
He woke up next morning dreamless and headache free. He was both happy and sad at the same time. At last the mostly terrible dreams stopped and he would not have to deal with the headache again. On the other hand he would miss them. He learned to deal with the pain and the dreams were not always bad. There were some memories of his friends he absolutely treasured. But they were also dead so he decided not to dwell in those thought.
The next two month was pretty uneventful. The pace of the journey was very slow to his liking. All his days passed sitting in the huge royal carriage and nights sometimes in some castles which came across the path or some inns in some towns or mostly in tents.
From the lack of doing anything he started to think about his dreams again. All those magical educations and the things he picked up during the war, he remembers quite clearly, even more than in the dreams.
In Hogwarts he studied transfiguration, potions, charms, herbology, defense, astronomy and history of magic in the first two tears. In his third year he choose care of magical creature, arythmancy and ancient rune as electives. He discovered that he was a natural in arythmancy and rune was like learning about the history of the ancient gods and a new language. He loved them both. Though at first Ron and then Dumbledore tried to talk him out of it and for once he refused them both and listened to Hermione's advice. He also learned a lot about healing magic, warding and advanced battle magic which included advanced transfiguration and charms during the running war.
He then compared his knowledge with the present world and found potions, herbology and astronomy are all almost useless in this world. Potions due to lack of ingredients and he yet to see any magical plant so Herbology was also out. Astronomy was a different matter and not actually completely useless. He recognized many stars but they were in the wrong places. And he figured it would be beneficial to remember the new arrangement if he somehow get lost.
Despite the fact that there was no indication that he had any magic, he just hoped how wonderful it would be if he had.
The rest of the journey passed without anything important happening and they were in Winterfell.
AN: please R&R.