When they finally sat down to talk about their future plans it was decided that they would first cure Sandor of his burns and also due to much nagging Sirius would get some elixir of life to reduce his age to twenty four.

Harry and Sirius would claim to be twins and Sandor would pose as their younger brother.

The name they would take on was Potter-Black. They spend their time healing and relaxing in a few days they would start their journey to Oldtown medieval style as they needed to get the lay of the land in order to apparate places. Horses would need to be acquired, it was a blessing that Sirius and Harry both knew how to ride horses.

Sandor when he saw his face clear of the scars was a thing to behold, his tears of joy and effusive thanks had made Harry swell with happiness and Sirius preen with pride.

Sandor had happily agreed to leave the name Clegane behind and take on the name Potter Black and pose as their younger brother.

Sirius after being de-aged had the bright idea to link each other with blood and thus had them perform the blood brothers charm, the potion it required needed half a day to be prepared and since it was Sirius who wanted to perform the spell Harry insisted that he himself prepare the potion.

Sandor was more than happy to be a true family rather than just posing as their brother.

Sirius to Harry's surprise was surprisingly proficient at potions, a skill that Harry assumed he would not have "Oh ye of little faith - how do you think I got into the Aurors if I was bad at potions. Old Snivellus destroyed a generation of potioneers." he grumbled

The aftermath of the spell showed slight changes in their features but the most noticeable change was their eyes. All of them now had the same gray green eyes. The iris was surrounded by a perfect circle of steel gray which almost looked silver in a certain light and the rest was a bright emerald green.

It was a very striking feature and looked quite imposing, especially as all three of them had dark raven hair. Harry's messy hair had settled down a bit as they became heavy with a bit of curl to them, Sirius seemed to lose a bit of his curls and Sandor seemed to acquire some curls. They truly did look like a family.

Harry also put on some much needed height bringing him to a great 6'2 the same height as Sirius and they both also filled out a bit. It turns out that Sandor's family were all large so they gained that from him. Harry was ecstatic at his newly gained height, he had resigned himself to be a measly 5'7 all his life, if he cursed the Dursleys for anything it was that.

Sirius became very excited and handed Sandor his wand "Give it a wave pup" Sandor nonplussed at the sudden demand took the wand and did as he was asked with no result.

Sirius' face fell at no sparks being issued from the wand. Harry just gaped at him and said "If it was that easy for a muggle to gain magic, Siri we would be swimming in wizards and witches"

Sirius looked offended at that "I know pup but we are in a different world, I just hoped…" then he looked at Sandor "Ahh pup you are not sad are you?"

Sandor shook his head as he smiled slightly "No my..Sirius. I don't think I would be a good mage, I like swordplay a bit too much for that. I want to be a knight, I will dedicate all my wins to the Stranger when I am a man grown and can fight in his name."

Sirius was excited again as he looked at Harry again "Yes, swords. We must learn Harry so I can beat you with a sword too. And we need someone to teach the pup too, put that on your prissy list."

Harry happy at the light banter and teasing shook his head "As if you could ever beat me at anything Siri." He had missed Sirius and his levity was good for Sandor, merlin knows that he would be a serious boy if he just had Harry for company.

Harry did not wish for Sandor to ever see battle, but from what little he understood of this world he was unlikely to get his wish. The event that loomed somewhere in the future also preyed heavily on his mind. But damn these people were muggles and he had magic, he could surely solve any problems considering that this world would have had another champion if he had not hopped his way here. He would prepare and have faith, that is all he could do for the time being. Though he wished he knew what he would be facing.

He knew he had changed a lot since he was a teenager and what scruples he had left had been washed away in his later years at the unspeakables when he realised how much potential magic had and how he was wasting it away.

Some may call that immoral but he called it survival, and if Harry could survive and keep his loved ones safe then he was not going to waste any time thinking about whether it was immoral or honourable. If only someone had used a compulsion on Umbridge then so many students would have been spared the blood quill, hell they could have set up a non-aggression ward in her classroom.

Though Snape was a hero in the end, he had ruined potions for so many students, he had lowered the rate of medi-wizards, potion makers and aurors, Dumbledore could have just put a portrait in the classroom and in the name of impartiality - shite he could have done that for every class. It would have helped to keep the teachers from being rude or in the case of Snape from showing favoritism and no Death Eater would have called him on it. In the last year of the war McGonagall could have done so much more to help the students, she had the house elves on her side, she could have fed the damn DE's potions to keep them calm and relaxed or had them obliviated when they tried to crucio students, and pacified them with false memories. No use thinking on such things that have passed, what is done is done - but he would use every weapon in his arsenal.

###

After two days of travelling on horses that they had bought from the first town they passed, Harry had given in to Sirius whinging and they decided to fly to Oldtown.

Truth be told even with the cushioning charm Harry could feel his arse hurting as if he had flown for days on a particularly crappy broom.

They tethered the horses in the tent and packed it up, the horses would not feel a thing.

Harry was a flying enthusiast and over the years he had bought every top of the line broom that was released. Initially he had done this to save his beloved Firebolt from being ruined, but it turned out to be an annual ritual. He now owned seven mint condition brooms that he did not use, and he had another seven brooms that he used of the same brand plus his prized firebolt. However all his plans went down the drain when Sirius saw his old Triumph.

"Harry you kept my baby?" he hurried over to his flying bike and caressed her sides as if it was a particularly beautiful woman. Harry could hear him speaking to the bike in soft proud tones.

Harry cleared his throat "Yeah, after the war I took it from Hagrid and had it repaired by a mechanic who knew of the magical world. He did the mechanics and I tinkered with the magical side over the years."

Harry had kept it in Siri's memory, he preferred his brooms over the bike; he just put charms on it when was bored and in need of a mindless diversion.

Sandor was standing by the door looking at the bike with wide eyes Harry thought it made him look adorable, he doubted any ten year old boy would like to hear that though.

Sirius turned around with a wild smile on his face "We are going to ride on my baby, pup you are with me in the sidecar." he announced

Sandor looked afraid for a moment "Umm alright My..Sirius but what is it?"

"What is it? It is the best motorbike in the world, it's a marvel of muggle engineering and magical ingenuity, it is a piece of finely crafted steel and grease and oil."

Sandor looked even more confused at that so Harry took pity on him and explained to him what a motorbike was, though he was sure he had not managed to make him understand why the damn thing flew.

They flew in the day stopping in various places to eat and piss and ask for directions to Oldtown, they spent their nights in the tent. Sandor seemed to love to sit in the sidecar and enjoy the speed, Sirius even let him fly for a few minutes before Harry came upon them and put his foot down. "Sirius, he is only ten - you can teach him how to ride the bike when he is at least sixteen and not a day sooner." he ignored the pout on both their faces. He was sure Sirius was teaching Sandor the art of puppy eyes.

It took them three more days before they were able to see Oldtown. Harry had them ride horses the rest of the way as it would be very difficult to land in the city walls without being very discreet, better to ride in the old fashioned way.

They stopped at an inn in called the High Mermaid, a decent place though anything medieval decent was a serious health hazard by modern standards.

They settled their things in the one room they had rented out as they would not be using the beds anyways, they would put up protections and pitch the tent in the room when it was time to retire.

"Straw beds, Harry can you believe that they have actual straw filled beds" Sirius laughed and poked the mattresses "I don't think I really want to be a flea bitten dog, had enough of that at Casa Azkaban"

Sirius tended to think of his prison days now and again and it was Sandor that helped him through those times, Harry wondered if Sirius just loved all children due to their innocence.

"But what is wrong with straw beds Sirius? And there are no fleas, this has to be the nicest inn I have ever seen." Sandor questioned them and Harry imagined the face he would make if he ever saw a 5-Star Hotel, hell even a small B&B back home.

"Ahh pup, the place we come from is very very clean, you have seen the tent right."

Sandor eagerly nods at that "Yes, the tent is very clean and I love the hot tub and the toilet, I don't think even Lord Tywin or the King have things that nice."

Harry smiled at his love for the flush toilet and once they had explained to him how the hot tub worked, Sandor was in love, the boy spent an hour in it everyday.

"Alright let's go down and get something to drink so I can scout the place and then make my way to the citadel." Harry announced as he shared a look with Sirius which let him know that scouting meant scanning the room with legilimency and so Sirius has to make talk and keep the attention on himself.

Sirius was regaling Sandor with the marvels of the modern world and it's awesomeness as they made their way down the stairs.

It took them an hour to make their way back to the room, they had ordered three plate of food to be brought up feigning weariness. Once the food arrived the room was secured with a barrage of spells so they could sleep in the tent.

It was only seven in the evening but Harry would be waking up at 1 in the night so he could infiltrate the citadel and copy as many books as he could. He wished he could find someone that worked or studied at the Citadel to get a layout of the place before going in.

It could not be helped now and the average person in the world was uneducated and thus would be of no great help. The nobility rarely ventured out of their castles and when they did they were under heavy armed guard.

Oldtown though was thrumming with Maesters and their acolytes. He was at the hub of knowledge for this continent and he would gather as much as he could in the week they planned to stay here.

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Sirius

"Oh gods Harry, any more bleeding books and we will be drowning in them. Did the unspeakables tamper with your brains, I can't read anymore Harry." Sirius gave Harry a wounded look as he closed the book in his lap with a heavy thud all the while Sandor silently laughed at him.

They had spent two weeks at Oldtown and Harry had managed to get a copy of the most important things they would need to flourish in this world.

"I am going to go out for a ride, I can't sit here anymore it's making me itchy."

Sandor looked at him with wide eyed expectation but before he could invite him along Harry ordered the pup to bed stating it was late enough and he needed to go to sleep after his glass of milk.

Sirius mussed the lad's hair "Don't worry pup, I will take you for a ride tomorrow when grandpa Harry cannot ruin our fun." it eased his heart to see the lad smile.

"Aye Sirius, but you will take me on the bike for at least an hour right." Sirius nodded at that and Sandor smiled mischievously. An hour that was their code for letting Sandor ride the bike for himself with Sirius sitting behind and coaching him through it.

The air was so clean in this place, Sirius was happy here, no one knew who he was, there was no mention of dark wizards or the fear of being caught and sent back to prison.

Just the last few weeks they had spent here had loosened something in him, the tension that had permeated his being after escaping Azkaban was finally gone. He felt truly free.

All those he loved were dead in their own world and the only one that mattered was here with him. When he took the elixir of life and reduced his age it had also cured him of all his health issues he had picked up in Azkaban, he had never felt more healthy.

His mind wandered to the young pup, he was breath of fresh air, so angry when he came to them but over the last month he had slowly but surely let go of the rage he carried within him. The burn scars being erased had surely helped with that, it was travesty that such a sweet child would be treated in so appalling a manner.

If Sirius ever thought his family were bad they had nothing on the infamous Gregor.

He was sure he would avada him if they ever crossed paths, or maybe some slow torture first, a killing curse would be too quick for that monster. He would use dark magic for the pup.

When the pup's face was healed, he had told them of his life at Clegane Keep in between crying and hiccuping. He had done what he did best and made him laugh with really bad puns and jokes.

He wondered why they had taken to the young lad so well, maybe it was the blood brother charm or maybe it was something Death did. Not that he gave one whit why, the pup was great.

He would enjoy his life here, make girls swoon, charm their panties no smallclothes off and live a happy life something that was denied to him before his life even started.. Hmm maybe he could become a honest to merlin Knight! Ser Sirius that had a nice ring to it.

For now Harry claimed they needed to settle somewhere so Sandor could have a normal upbringing and they could travel this world in a few years when the pup was grown enough.

Sirius had managed to convince him to tour the seven kingdoms before they finally made a decision on where they would put down roots.

They had already seen the Westerlands and Sirius did not like the mining and rocks and hills, though the sea was nice. Besides from what he had heard of it's rulers, they sounded like pureblood bigots only muggle. They were in Highgarden now, and they would tour the Reach for the next month before they moved to Dorne.

He liked what he saw of the Reach, it was warm, with pretty girls, and Harry could be happy with an occasional Library raid. And the clothes the girls here wore, hmm he wished the witches of his day clothes like that!

He landed in the forest clearing near the tent and shrunk the bike and pocketed it. He liked to keep his baby on him, never know when one would need a fast getaway.

"Still reading your books then." he called out as he walked in the sitting room.

"Aye, going through the history of this world, did you know they had magic till about five thousand years ago but no true witches and wizards like us, just somethings called Children of the Forest and something called the Others ohh and also they have some mages over in Essos - but they sound more like necromancers. Now I am reading about something called Shadowbinders of Asshai " he shivered "I am quite certain they are worshipping a fire demon and calling it a God."

Sirius's eyes widened at that "Fire Demon! Bugger me with a hot poker."

Harry laughed at his colourful language and nodded back at him "I know right, best keep away from those crazies"

"So we are still going to hide our magic then?" Sirius plopped down on the chair with a glass of Arbor gold in hand.

"Aye, I told you Siri - it will be easier for us to escape notice if no one knows about our magic. That reminds me I was thinking we could perform a fidelius and hide the fact that we are magical. It will give us more protection from accidental exposure."

Sirius sat up straight at that "Is that wise, who would be our secret keeper? Not the pup surely"

Harry laughed at him and Sirius wondered if he had lost his mind with all his reading "Why the hell are you laughing Harry?"

"Sirius either of us could be the secret keeper, why would we have anyone else hold it?"

He was sure the blood was rushing in his ears at that "You.. You mean that Lily and James could have been their own secret keepers?"

Harry calmed down at that "Aye they could have, I asked Remus once about that when Hermione had read up on the charm when we first came to Grimmauld, he did not know so I asked Professor Dumbledore he told me they wanted people to know where they were incase someone had news so they chose to have someone other than themselves be the secret keeper." Harry shook his head "I don't want to talk about it anymore Siri, what is done is done and no amount of regret is going to change things."

Sirius wanted to shout at the man in front of him, wanted to ask him how he could talk that way about the death of his parents but he did not. He knew it pained Harry to talk of past things and he realized it pained him too, it was time to put the past where it belonged. "Aye.. I reckon you are right about that."

They were quiet for the rest of night till Harry decided to go to bed and Sirius soon followed.

##

Sandor

"Hey, that is mine" Sandor exclaimed as he saw a girl looking looking at his new sword, well a blunted tourney sword, but it was his. Harry had gifted it to him just last week and Sandor carried it everywhere with him.

"I was just looking, no need to get angry." The girl replied snottily, she was stocky with wide black eyes and rat brown hair.

"Do you even know how to use a sword? I heard that they let girls learn to fight here." Sandor questioned the girl as he pulled his feet from the pool of water. His breeches were wet upto his knees but he was cooler at least.

"I use a spear, it's more elegant than a sword." she replied with a lift to her chin and she tried to stare him down.

"No, it's not. A sword is the best weapon there is.. You are just a girl anyways what would you know." Sandor scoffed at her as he picked up his sword and held it close to him.

Before the girl could reply Sirius came up to him with a man that looked an awful lot like this horrid girl.

"Now Now pup, not fighting I hope. Always remember women are as strong as us men and ten times more vicious than any man could ever hope to be."

Sandor mumbled an apology to the horrid girl out but brightened when Sirius placed a hand on his shoulder "No harm done pup, you're young yet, you will thank me for my teachings soon enough."

The men both laughed as the girl and he shared an exasperated eye roll as they both had the same thought 'Adults!'

"Prince Oberyn, this is my younger brother Sandor, Sandor you have met the lovely Lady Obara daughter of Prince Oberyn." Sandor executed an awkward bow to the Prince and the apparent Lady, she did not look like any Lady he had ever seen.

She wore silk breeches and a tunic with a weapon belt on her waist. But what did he know of how they did things in Dorne.

"Can I go now Sirius, I want to swim, it's really hot." he whispered to Sirius

"Alright pup, go on, but be back in a few hours alright or Harry will chew my ear out."

Sandor rushed away before the adults could call him back, as he took a few steps he realized that Lady Obara was following him.

He slowed down a bit so she could catch up, he never was around others of his own age after his face was burned and so was at a loss for conversation "So you are a Princess?" he blurted when she was next to him.

"No, I am Prince Oberyn's bastard daughter."

Sandor had heard Harry and Sirius' rants on the stupidity of people who hated bastards, and agreed with them, Gregor was a true born but a bigger bastard had never been born.

He doubted they knew he was listening to them considering the amount of swearing they both did and Harry was generally very careful about using cuss words in his presence.

"What does that matter, you are his daughter so you are a Princess."

She looked at him oddly at his pronouncement "So you don't care about me being a bastard."

Sandor shook his head "Harry and Sirius say that if anyone should be blamed it should be the parents, the child did not ask to be born and should not be blamed for it. Well that's what they taught me"

They had reached the pools of the Water Garden and both shed their tunics to get in the water, though the Lady had a shift on where as he was naked waist up.

"Is Harry your father?"

Sandor snorted at that "No he is my elder brother, Harry and Sirius are twins. I am the youngest" he proclaimed proudly, he was very happy with his new family.

"Oh, then where are your parents."

Sandor had been coached on what to say "They died a long time ago, I don't remember them, my brothers raised me."

"Sorry" Obara mumbled

"No problem, I don't mind as I said I don't remember them and I love my brothers. So where is your mother then?"

"In the whorehouse I assume." Sandor goggled at her and coughed at that blunt reply "My Father came when I was eight namedays and asked me if I chose to wield a spear or stay by my mother as she cried, I chose the spear and have not gone to her since, I would be a horrible whore."

Sandor had no idea what to say to this girl, he knew he did not meet many girls but surely this was improper. So he just challenged her to a swim race.

He knew his face now looked nice and so people did not avoid looking at him or give him looks of disgust and pity, especially after they did that magic with blood from all three of them which made them brothers in truth, though he would still love the both of them for the rest of his life even if they were not true family.

Sirius allowed him to learn how to ride his motorbike in secret so Harry would not yell at them both, and Harry taught him his lessons and he thought this is how a father should be.

Sirius was the fun one and Harry was the serious one. He did not know brothers could be this fun, Gregor was an psychopath as he had heard Harry say once whatever that meant.

He did not like to think of the day he had blubbered like a girl and cried in their arms telling them of the way Gregor had terrorised him and the way his father had turned a blind eye.

It was just too much when he had seen his healed face and his full hair which had never grown back after his face was healed.

He sputtered as his head was dunked in the water as he was lost in his thoughts "What was that for?" he asked while coughing but the horrid girl already swam away and he now chased her to give her a good dunking and see how she liked it.

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Harry

He had to get out of this place, every time he turned a corner he saw Sirius with his new friend The Prince Oberyn.. Harry never thought he would ever meet someone that... horny.

And though he had heard stories of Sirius and his escapades he did not think about what it would mean when he was young again in a place that only knew he was a rich glass merchant. They had stayed here at the Water Gardens for a month now and Harry was sure Sirius had every whore this place offered at least once or even twice.

He entered the set of rooms they were given at the palace and saw Sirius getting ready for another evening out in town "Siri - I think it's time we moved on, we have been here in Dorne for almost two months."

Sirius turned around with a sad puppy expression "Harryyy" he whined "I like it here, we could settle here, you like the Prince don't you.. And you haven't even sampled the women.. The women Harry!"

Harry laughed at him "No Siri.. I don't intend to sample the women as you put it. And yes the Prince is nice and a good source of knowledge, I have learned a lot from his mind about the politics of Westeros. But I want to move on to the Stormlands, We can come back anytime Siri, we need to tour this whole land if we are to apparate anywhere besides it was you who convinced me to travel Westeros before settling down."

Sirius spluttered at that "But the pup is settling in so well, he has a sword master and is learning from a proper maester" Harry scoffed at that and cut in before he could do on "the maester is a fool, all of them are, their knowledge is medieval, they still believe that the world is flat! FLAT Siri. No I would rather teach Sandor myself. And you wish to stay here for the women don't bring Sandor in this."

Sirius' shoulders dropped at that and Harry knew he had won half the battle as Sirius said "Alright how about this, Oberyn will be going to some tourney at Harrenhal next week so we can travel with him till the Stormlands? Please say yes Harry."

Harry laughed and agreed, he knew that he would have to take precautions so that they would not be discovered but he loved to see Sirius happy and Siri bloody well knew that and exploited this weakness.

"Sandor should be coming in now from the pools, he would have finished his sword training an hour ago and gone for a swim. I want you to stay in today with him. I want to fly out and map the rest of Dorne tonight."

Sirius readily agreed to that and went to send word to the Prince that he would not be going out with him tonight.

After the dinner, they excused themselves for a family night claiming they had not spend enough time together and retired to their rooms.

Harry left soon after under his invisibility cloak to finish his mission.

They had met the Prince in Sunspear while trying to find a market to sell some glass, it was then that a guard had come up and invited them to the Palace to meet with the Prince.

Only the free city of Myr knew how to make glass in this world and thus it was a commodity which could be monopolised, so they had decided to portray themselves as Glass merchants who had discovered the secret to make Glass. Their glass was of course magically reinforced and thus did not shatter only cracked and this made them even appealing.

They named their glass 'PB Glass'

Harry had discovered from the minds of both princes that their monopoly in glass would also allow them to get a Lordship in any of the seven kingdoms as the place they chose as their home would be get their product for a cheaper rate than the other kingdoms, plus the trade agreements they would get would benefit the ruler of the nation.

Harry knew all of this and also knew that Oberyn was tasked with making Dorne as appealing as possible by his brother Prince Doran the ruler of Dorne.

Harry would not mind settling in here, but he wanted to see the rest of the continent before he made up his mind. They would all vote of course but truth be told he hated the heat.

Sirius was easy to appease as the Prince and his tastes were similar, they both loved women, drink and fun. He had already informed both Sirius and Sandor of the fact, and asked them to remember this when people were nice to them.

Sandor had readily agreed and asked whether he had to give up his sword trainer and was happy when he was told that no he did not need to do anything of the sort, he just needed to remember that if anyone asked him how long will they stay here for he should tell them to ask either Harry or Sirius.

It was a good three sennights later that they parted company with Prince Oberyn and his passell of men that were going on to Harrenhal. Oberyn had regaled them with tales of his elder sister Elia and her children Rhaenys and Aegon whom he was going to meet.

He heaved a heavy sigh as they managed to convince the Prince that they had no need of a guard and they were used to travelling alone.

Their need to learn how to wield a sword was getting ridiculous as every man that they came across wanted to spar. Harry had scanned many minds and learned the techniques, he was also very lucky that Kingsguard Arthur Dayne had joined up with them at Starfall when they had stopped there for a few days, as he too was heading to Harrenhal. His mind was a treasure trove of knowledge.

But knowing and doing were very different things, and they needed to practise if they would ever hope to hold their own in a fight. It was muscle memory which they needed to build.

But for now what they had learned was more than enough as long as they put a fear ward on their sword if they were in trouble in a public place or a notice me not ward when travelling.

Harry had already put the fear ward on Sirius' sword, who was very jealous that Harry owned the Gryffindor's Sword - it seems Death had put that in same place where Harry stored the resurrection stone. He was pretty sure it was do to with the task he had to fulfill if he wanted to be able to die.

Harry warned Sirius and Sandor to stay away from the sword as it was a poisoned blade and nothing would ever clean it of that. This resulted in story time for Sandor of his second year, turns out Sirius had never heard of his exploits and cursed Dumbledore for forcing children to do his work. He then wanted to know about the rest of his time at Hogwarts which Sandor was eager to hear about as well.

Harry promised Sandor all the stories he would like but only at bedtime.

"Pup, I have stories too you know. Harry's father James and I were best friends and we pranked everyone around us, The Marauders we were called, don't you want to hear my stories as well?"

Sandor eagerly nodded at that, Harry was sure he loved the both of them and loved to hear of their tales from their home world. "Aye, we will all tell you of our tales but not now, now it is time for your to finish your studies and give me your homework." Sandor groaned at that but still sat up and went to his room grumbling all the way.

"You are too strict with the pup Harry, let him have fun."

"He needs some routine Siri and I cannot let him neglect his studies, I want him to have a full education and since I cannot teach him swordplay I teach him strategy, history, medicine, geography, math and all other things he would need to succeed in life. I love the lad you know I do, I do not wish for him to be less than what he can be."

Sirius looked at him with a wistful expression "You may look like your father but you are your mother in nature. She had a whole host of things that she wanted to teach you, she would have been dancing in the streets to know that were an unspeakable."

Harry smiled a little sadly at that.

###

The Stormlands they found were rocky at the coast and as the name suggested riddled with storms. There were forests inland as well however they had all unanimously decided that they would not live here. They had visited Blackhaven and Nightsong before making their way to Storm's End. The Lord Paramount of the Stormlands Robert Baratheon was not available to meet with them as he was fostered at the Eyrie with Lord Jon Arryn but they spoke to his Castellan and tried to work out a deal for trade. It came to nothing as he could make a decision without express permission from the Lord and they did not wish to stay here any longer and thus decided to travel to the Vale bypassing King's Landing due to its heavy population and proximity to the Royals.

He had not heard good things about King Aerys, they all whispered that he was mad and burned people alive - that was a man Harry wanted to stay far away from. Besides he would never want to live near a city that Prince Oberyn claimed smelled worse than a sewer.

A scan of Arthur Dayne had also revealed the vileness of that city and the King who sat on the Iron Throne.

They needed a Lordship and it would not come from the King, who would just demand things from them rather than negotiate. Harry did not wish to tip his hand with magic and so King's Landing was a no go for now.

The tourney was over by now and Sandor had bitterly complained all the way when they were travelling with Prince Oberyn about missing such an event. They had to reassure him that there would be many and more tourneys that he would be able to attend but as children all over the world or rather dimensions he would occasionally go into a snit and complain all over again. When they stopped an Inn for news, they found out about the 'Queen of Love and Beauty' Lady Lyanna Stark. They sat and listened for over an hour to all the gossip before they were shown the way to the Eyrie and left with some provisions.

"So, what's the big deal with this Love and Beauty business, I mean it's only a crown of flowers right. Why was everyone so worked up about it?" asked Sirius as they walked towards their horses.

Sandor looked at him as if he had sprouted a second head "Siri, he did not crown his wife who was there, he rode past her and give it to another woman who is betrothed to his cousin. He shamed his wife and he shamed his cousin."

Sirius rubbed the back of his neck "I forget sometimes how they view honour here, so fine big deal. Harry I want to see this Lady Lyanna who stole the heart of a prince. She is from the North right, let us go there next" he finished excitedly

Harry was exasperated and amused with Sirius and love of women "Siri, we will eventually go to the North, but for now we will see the Vale, then the Riverlands and finally the North where you can see this Lady to your heart's content. Just remember she is a noble and you cannot - I repeat cannot get up to your tricks with her." Sandor laughed heartily at that and Harry wondered if he knew about sex and decided that a talk was in order with him, though he internally cringed at the thought of giving an almost eleven year old The Talk. However if left upto Sirius the poor lad would be as big as a maniac as him, and he needed to teach the lad to respect women, this world truly did view them as weak and lesser of the sexes and any boy under his roof would not disrespect women. Hermione would probably cross the veil and murder him he thought with a smile.

"Aye, fine we will go with your stupid plan. Why are we saying AYE like bloody pirates" he turned to Sandor "this is your fault pup corrupting our speech with your Ayes and My Lords I feel like I am in the Wizengamot all the time" he held his head and gave him a noogie as Sandor struggled to get out of the hold.

They finally reached the horses and saddled them up, Sandor sighed "I wish we could have gone to the tourney at Harrenhal, I would have loved to see the jousting and we could have seen Lady Lyanna too and the Prince and the Princess Elia." he gave Harry a disgruntled look which Harry let pass, he had expected this when they heard the talk at the inn.

"Aye pup - me too" chimed in Sirius all the while giving Harry an evil look.

He sighed 'Children the bloody both of them'

The Vale was a disappointment to Harry, it was windy and cold and dreary. The places they liked were already under some Lord or the other and wherever they decided to put up roots needed to have a shore close by as they would need the sand to make glass. They visited Runestone, Gulltown and finally the Eyrie.

Harry greatly enjoyed his week at Runestone, the runes were different than the ones he was use to and they needed powering up to work but much of the rune structure told Harry what they were initially meant for. It was for protection from cold and death. He had managed to find their library and copy all the things they had on runes in one night. It did not yield great results but it was better than nothing.

They did not get to meet Lord Arryn as he had left a fortnight ago to the Stormlands with his ward Robert Baratheon. Harry thought it a bit ironic. They left soon after and headed to the Riverlands.

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Sirius

The Riverlands were beautiful, with green plains and rushing rivers all though the land.

Sirius was sure this was the first place he would vote for when time came to decide, the only problem was the sand they needed but Harry assured him that river sand would work just as well.

They stopped at Crossroads Inn and resupplied basic things such as bread and wine.

Harry claimed he did not wish to finish his supply of firewhiskey and butterbeer but Sirius was sure he just liked hoarding them.

They had seen much of the seven kingdoms, and Sirius was appalled at the state if the common people, most of them were left to their own devices and greatly exploited. But Harry kept reminding them that this was a feature of any feudal state and there was not much they could do about it.

They were in the hall meeting with Lord Tully of Riverrun, an old man who eyes were calculating. His brother was also present he was not sure what his name was but most people just called him Blackfish.

"Welcome to my home Potter-Black, please parktake of the bread and salt." spoke the reedy voice of the Lord Fish.

As Harry and Sirius ate some and then downed a cup of truly revolting wine.

"Thank you for inviting us Lord Tully, though I am surprised to have been escorted here by your men." Harry had become surprisingly diplomatic in the years that Sirius had spent floating in the veil.

Lord Fish's eyes seemed to tighten at the edges as he sat up straighter in his throne "We have heard that you are selling something called PB Glass and was interested in wanting to know whether it was the truth or was it just another merchant selling Myrish glass under a different name."

How did this buggering fish know they were selling glass, yes they had been advertising their stuff wherever they travelled and gave each house a sample of glass products but it was just glass! Ridiculous bleeding medieval world.

Harry seemed to bristle at Lord Fish's words, Sirius was sure some ugly thought had just passed through Tully's mind "Aye, we have created glass and it is not from Myr. I am sure you also know that we are travelling through the kingdoms and letting most houses know that we are in the business of glass creation and giving them a basket of our wares to sample."

Lord Fish nodded at those words, his brother Blackfish was smirking for some reason.

Harry continued "We have a sample for your house too Lord Tully, I would be happy to provide you with it and you could let us know if you wish for more products in the future."

"And where would we send a raven to establish further trade."

Harry's eyes had steel in them "We have not yet decided on the place we will call home Lord Tully, though I am sure everyone would know when we make a final decision."

Lord Fish seemed offended for some reason "I hear you also a younger brother, is he not with you at Riverrun?"

"He is at Riverrun, however he is young and talks such as these would not interest a boy his age, I am sure you understand Lord Tully as you have children yourself. They are precious gifts are they not. I appreciate your hospitality Lord Tully but we must continue on our journey, I am sure you can agree that the life of a merchant is always on the move."

Sirius was not sure but there was an undercurrent to these talks, he needed to get Harry alone and find out what exactly had he read in the man's mind.

"You would do well to remember that merchants are a plenty Potter Black. Where one refuses another one agrees." came the cold voice of Hoster Tully as Sirius came out of his reverie.

Harry calmly looked back at him "That is true Lord Tully, however I am selling something that is only available from me at this price, besides one can always buy Myrish glass that is far more inferior and far more expensive. I hear you yourself had to pay a large sum for the few Myrish glass panes you have in your sept. Besides if all else fails Prince Doran has personally assured me that he will welcome our little family in his kingdom."

Tully was quite disgruntled but he did not reply with more cutting words for which Sirius was thankful, he wanted to live here and Harry was not making a good impression.

They left soon after, they were finally out of the castle gates and alone "Why were you so rude with the old man Harry? We could have stayed there for a few days at least so as to not cause conflict."

Harry had a grim look on his face "You know I scan every new place we go to right?" at his nod he continued "Old Tully had several plans in his mind as soon as he heard our name.. Seems we are quite famous already. He wanted us settle and he would then have our place run over by his people who would learn how we make glass and then he would have us killed somehow or even just leave us be as he sold the glass himself. He even thought of taking Sandor in as a ward to hold him hostage against us while he had us spill our secrets"

Sirius was not as aghast as Harry expected him to be from the look on his face "Harry, that is something to be expected. As you told me glass is something of a rare commodity here and only one place sells it and they guard it's secrets fiercely. Don't tell me this was the first man to have such thoughts? It's politics and capitalism at its finest"

Harry sighed at that "Siri he was not the first man to have such thoughts, all other people that we met wanted to give us a Lordship so they could keep us in their lands so that they could then profit off if us. Yes they wanted to learn how to make glass themselves so they could be finished with us but this man wanted to kill us fuck that" he spat "he wanted to take Sandor. How can you not be angry at that"

"I am Harry, they can try to kill us and that would only result in their downfall, but pup cannot protect himself right now… It's done, forget it, we will not be living here so it does not matter. Lets leave this place. I so liked this place" he whined then he continued in a serious tone "I want you to give something to the pup that can hold a bunch of protections when activated, also give him a portkey that is either voice activated or touch activated."

Harry wholeheartedly agreed with that idea "Aye that is a sound idea, I will get it done as soon as possible"

"That reminds me we will have to cross the Twins as that is the only place that allows passage to the North, and we will have show our faces there."

Sirius scoffed "Lets camp out somewhere for a few weeks and then fly there on the last day. Or better yet let's glamour ourselves and go see Harrenhal. I want to see that place, it is getting bloody infamous."

Sandor who was listening in to them joined the conversation "Aye, I want to see Harrenhal Harry.. But what's a glamour"

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Harrenhal was huge larger than even Hogwarts. However one thing they both had in common was the abundance of ghosts.

Whereas Hogwarts had happy ghosts, Harrenhal was infested with groaning, crying, evil apparitions who wanted everyone to be as miserable as them. Their party was safe from the ghosts as they instinctively recognised Harry as the Master of Death and gave him a wide berth though some of them wanted to be free from this sad state of being and Harry had granted them that wish.

Sirius wanted to free of the place as it held malice and sadness in its walls thus they had left and visited the famed Isle of Faces where they had spent the remainder of their time in the Riverlands. The weirwoods of this world had traces of magic upon them and were soothing to be around. They took cuttings of many of the weirwoods to plant in their home wherever that would be. Harry had even put one up in the tent in miniature form or as he called it a Bonsai tree.

Crossing the Twins was relatively easy, Harry had put up a light notice me not ward around them so that they crossed with little fanfare. He had no wish to meet any more Riverland Lords after meeting it's Lord Paramount. They knew that word had spread about them selling glass and they were quite wanted by the Lords they visited.

The North was the last place they had to tour and Harry dearly wished to see the Wall. It was in the Longstrider book as one of the wonders made by man.

He wondered why he had decided to tour the buggering seven kingdoms, he was getting tired now. They had been travelling for more than a year but then he had learned all he needed to about this world in his travels. He had also managed to see most of the continent by flying over it and visiting the major houses and letting them know about PB Glass.

He did not know that he would be this well known all over the land even before he got a Lordship out of it.

Sandor and Sirius were talking about the history of Harrenhal which Sandor had learned about in the last sennight as they flew on the Triumph.

They were crossing the place called the Neck, it was filled with bogs and marshes. He could faintly see a large outline of a dwelling from high up in the sky. "Sandor, look I think that is Greywater Watch" he called out to the two fools.

Sandor and Sirius looked down and started to scan the place he pointed towards.

Sandor's young face filled with wonder "Seven Hells" he breathed "I really think that is the floating castle of the Marsh Kings. No one has seen it unless they are invited there by the Crannogmen"

"Little devils" exclaimed Sirius "You think they are like the bloody goblins then"

Harry flew closer to them "No, from what I read they are very closely related to the children of the forest. They claim that they bred with them and thus have some magical powers like greenseeing which is kind of like divination."

"Oh, so do you think they could see through our spells?" Sirius questioned

"No need to find out Siri, not like we need to go there. Do you truly want to see bogs and smelly marsh land?"

Sirius laughed at that "No. No thanks Harry. I am quite content with clean air and no hobgoblins around."

"Though I think they may wish to buy a lot of glass." Harry pondered

As they crossed the Neck Harry thought finally we have reached the last leg of this journey. We have reached the North.