I do not own Game of Thrones or Harry Potter. They belong to George R.R. Martin and J.K. Rowling respectively


Green eyes opened to the sound of tapping on glass, a hand reached up to rub the sleep from tired green eyes, he leant to the side rolling out of his bed and placed his bare feet onto the cold wood panel flooring, he flinched at the cold,burying his feet into the close by fur carpet. He rubbed his feet into the fur, trying to warm his feet. He reached a hand towards the window before bringing it back in a beckoning motion, his magic flicking as his hand moved, pulling the large window open.

As the window swung open, a large black eagle owl swooped into the room, circling the room before landing on the foot of the bed and extended a foot. In his claw was a parchment envelope the envelope was sealed in a blue wax seal bearing the Hogwarts insignia.
'Ah, so it's from you then' He reached out to scratch the owl behind his ear "It's nice to see you Hermes, how is she?" The owl tilted its head hooting softly "Ah, that's not good to hear, is she keeping up with her potion regime?" The owl bobbed its head

"Give me a moment to read this then I'll write a reply for you to take back." The owl nodded before launching itself from the bedpost, gliding over to the windowsill and perching there. Harry broke through the wax seal unfolding the envelope, reaving the letter written on the inside and skimming though it. 'So that's her game, well why not' he thought to himself 'there isn't much left for me here anyway.' He eased himself out of bed, wandering over to his desk, passing a gold framed mirror to his side.

'The mirror of erised, it's safer here than anywhere else' The mirror was missing it's legs,it was held onto the wall by a sticking charm, he looked into the mirror at his reflection and ran his fingers though his hair noting the streaks of white hair, but other than that he didn't look any older than he did at his twentieth birthday.

'The mark of the hallows' He mused as he continued walking to his desk when he reached the age of thirty he had started to wear glamour's in public, adding the occasional laughter line or crease each public appearance or so. But nowadays he spent his time studying in the library or sending out owl order forms for books and potion ingredients, either from Diagon Ally or on occasion from Knockturn Ally. He reached his desk, pulling out a sheet of parchment from a drawer along with a small knife the length of a letter opener which he pulled along the width of the parchment cutting it the to an inch and a half in height and simply wrote.

I'm on my way over
He rolled the small piece of parchment and conjured a small emerald green ribbon and walked over to the owl, he placed the small scroll against the owls leg tying it on with the ribbon.
"Not too tight?" He looked at the owl, which shook his head before it leapt of the window, gliding away with the breeze.
A few minutes later a dressed Harry found himself outside his home, he locked the front door behind him before looked up and down the street. Finding no one he snapped his fingers and evaporated into a cloud of greyish smoke that drifted out of sight.


Scottish Highlands


A grey cloud began to form itself onto a dirt track path forming itself into a figure who looked up at the wrought iron gates in front of him, the gargoyles loomed down looking rather weather worn. Seemingly as tired as the man before them looked the figure in front of the closed gates stood at six foot three and wearing an ankle length hooded cloak, the hood was drawn over the figures head, hiding his face from view. He held up his hand, palm outwards as his magic brushed against the nearby wards.

"I am here to speak with the headmistress, she should be expecting me" he said plainly, waiting for the wards to react, a ghost of a smile flicked appeared when the gates opened as he walked through the gates he nodded to the gargoyles. "Thanks boys, keep up the good work." As he walked up the winding path towards the school he thought back to some of the things he learnt since he left Hogwarts. He had learnt that a lot of the statues and suits of armour that stood around the school were guardians of the castle, under the command of the head of the school, they were all connected to the heads office.

As he wandered past the black lake, his eyes drifted over to the surface of the water, he smiled as it rippled slightly but continued walking and quickly reached the entrance hall. He raised his hand to the door knocker, knocking loudly before taking a half step back and watched as the doors slowly opened, revealing the torch lit atrium. The doors to the great hall on his right, a corridor in front of him leading of the the ground floor class rooms, finally to his left stood the start of the winding staircase that was the heart of the school.

He began to walk up the mass flight of steps, nodding to the portraits that waved to him as he passed. He soon reached the guardian of the head's office and thought to what the password might have been. The letter post scriptum simply said 'what does the raven believe?' he looked at the gryphon statue.

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure" he smiled as the gryphon began to revolve upwards, revealing the stairs beneath. He quickly made his way up the stairs reaching, the dark oak wood door he knocked loudly and waited. He soon heard a voice call "Come in Harry, you certainly took your time."


A sneak peak at my first fan-fiction, who do you think the head might be? Let me know your thoughts on this.

ShiMorino