One-Shot, The Prince of Ice

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During the greatest snowstorm, Britain has ever, the sound of a crying babe could be heard. No one left their homes to help this crying child, all afraid of catching a cold, or the there was one. One whom was willing to leave his home.

That man was Victor Snow, of House Snow, a branch family of the Most Ancient and Most Honorable House Stark. But what you didn't know was that Victor Snow was the current Dark Lord. He is commonly known as the Night King, the man that could control winter, and all her elements, the man can turn himself into a being of frozen mist. The man that killed all of House Snow, and House Bolton.

He has also been in hiding for the past twenty-seven years. He has finally returned, but this time he has come to save a dying child. So when he heard this child, he left and went to find the crying child. When he finally found the child, he felt something in him twist, something that sent shivers down his spine. When he got closer he finally understood why.

The child in front of him was absorbing the snow around him. Something he hadn't felt since he was nine-years-old. He looked down at the child and saw that the child's eyes were the colour of molten silver eyes. The child also had raven black hair. He knelt down to pick the child up. When he held him in his arms, the child stopped crying and looked to the man, and the child reached out to grab him.

Victor watched as the child tried to grab him. Victor took one of his arms out of under the child, and gave him his index. The child grabbed it and started to play with it, as he was playing with his finger the child started the innocent laugh every child had. Without even knowing it Victor smiled.

When Victor heard the sound of Apparition, he looked back to see Aurors, looking wide eyes at him, but the shock quickly left when they realised whom was in front of them. They quickly brought there wands up, and cast all kinds of spells at him but non reaching him, all stopping about a meter away.

He looked back to the child, and saw that he was scared. Victor looked back up to the Aurors, and saw that there were more. He glared at them tired of there pity attempt on trying to take him down. In a flash he was gone from that area of England, and now he was in one of the spare castles that House Snow owned.

He looked around to make sure that he was alone. When he was done, he looked down at the sleeping child in his arms, the child was still hanging onto his finger. Victor shook his head, with a tiny smile. He looked to the blanket that the child was being held in. He noticed that it was soaking wet from being out in the snowstorm.

He went to the cupboard that holds all the blankets, he opened it to grab a warm blanket for the child. He went to his couch and sat down and took his finger away form the child slowly, when he had his finger he unwrapped the blanket. What he saw almost made him vomit.

The child's chest was filled with scars that looked to be fresh, some of them even had blood coming off them. There were five in total, two over his right lung, two more over his stomach, and the last over his heart.

Victor brought his fingers near the scars. He felt the magic flowing off of the wounds. Victor looked to the child and saw that the child was still asleep. Victor thought of how this boy was still alive and who did this. But now that he thought of it, it is quite obvious. His parents thought the boy was evil and tried to kill him but failed, so they let him freeze to death outside in the snowstorm.

Victor was taken from his thoughts, by the child coughing. That was when he realized that the child was freezing. Victor quickly wrapped the child in the blanket and cast a warming spell onto the blanket. Victor watched as the boy in his arms slept, not knowing what has happened.

The man smiled at the sight in front of him. He then make a choice that will change his life. He then promised to raise the kid until the age eleven. The age where he can be taught at Hogwarts. Where he can fulfill his destiny, the destiny of destroying the man that raised him.

Victor watched as the child opened his eyes, showing him the eyes that were made from molten steel. Victor watched as the child smiled at him, he smiled back at the child. He then thought of something, and said, "You need a name, little one." the boy nodded, "So let's think of one."

He thought of all the names he knew, and the ones of his ancestor. He smiled when he thought of the perfect name for the boy in front of him, "How about Jon Snow. Named after one of the greatest wizards, and King of Winter."

The now named Jon smiled, well speaking baby. Victor laughed as the boy continued his rambling.

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Victor watched as his son held him in his arms, all the while thanking the dying man for everything he has ever done , for him. Victor smiled, and with shaky arms reached up, and wiped the tears from his son's cheek.