I don't own Harry Potter or Game of Thrones and I have no clue where this is going so enjoy the ride.
It didn't feel like he was falling anymore not to mention he didn't feel like he was constantly dying anymore. Maybe this was death? Was he dead? He couldn't feel, see or hear anything which was what death was supposed to be right? A chuckle in his head broke his train of thought.
"Now why would I reap you little master?" Said a voice in Harry's head.
"Who are you? Where am I? I fell into the veil why aren't I dead?" asked Harry in his own head. A second chuckle reverberated through Harry's head.
"I am Death little master, and you are in my realm, you walked through my doorway did you not, as to why you're not dead I ask again; why would I reap you little master?" said Death.
"Please I just want to see my family again just let me go?" Harry begged.
"You will see them before you go," answered Death.
"Go?" asked Harry perplexed. "Go where?"
"To a new world, a new home," answered Death vaguely before Harry could feel his presence pull out of his head.
Harry woke once more on the ground but this time it was cool and hard rather than hot dusty and cracked. He took a breath of sweet cool air that soothed rather than burned his lungs and slowly opened his eyes. It wasn't bright but it wasn't dark either despite the sky being black. It seemed as though the world he was now in had an inherent glow that kept it from being completely enveloped in darkness.
Death's realm, it was fitting. Black sky, silver twisting trees, hard almost marble ground also black and a silvery fog that drifted lazily.
"Harry," called a female's voice and Harry quickly sat up looking around. Figures seemed to be approaching him from a slight distance away clearing the fog away. As they moved closer he began to make out their faces. Harry sobbed,
"Mum, Dad, Padfoot, Moony," Harry called running towards them and launching himself into his father's arms. It was at that moment he realized he was in the body of a child, a six year old child.
"I'm small, why am I so small?" Harry asked.
"Oh Harry," said Lily. "Death…" she paused before continuing, "He cares for you like a son, like me and your father and your two marauder uncles do. He knows you never got a normal childhood and likely never will, but he wants to let you grow up again."
"Not to mention where you're going a child is more likely to be trusted than an adult stranger," said James ruffling his son's hair. Harry reached for his mother and she pulled him into his arms.
"I feel like a baby," said Harry as he laid his head on his mother's shoulder and nuzzled into her neck.
"Of course you do," said Remus. "Right now you are a child, even if you have hundreds of years of memories and experience you still are in a child's body with a child's mentality. "
"Harry there is someone else Death wants you to see. Death wants him to apologize and go with you into your new life as a companion," said Lily. Harry could see Sirius sneer and open his mouth before both James and Remus smacked the back of his head.
"Oww what the hell guys?" Sirius asked rubbing the back of his head.
"Be nice," chastised the other three.
"Hello Mr. Potter," said a smooth voice. Harry turned in his mother's arms. Severus Snape stood a few meters in front of him dressed as always completely in black. He looked very uncomfortable and Harry wiggled a little to let his mother know to let him down. Lily obliged setting him down gently on the ground. Harry watched Snape's face as he slowly approached.
"Professor," said Harry looking up at his tall former professor. Snape slowly lowered himself to his knees so that they could look one another in the face. They were both silent for a moment before Snape finally said,
"The Weasely chit, really?" Harry grimaced before answering,
"That was a mistake."
"Obviously Mr. Potter," said Snape reminiscent of the professor he once was. Harry smiled and launched himself at his former professor. Snape caught him in his arms and held him close as Harry hugged him.
"I never said it Professor but thank you," said Harry. Snape's hand moved up to the back of his head as he was hugged even closer.
"I never said it Mr. Potter but well done, five points to Gryffindor," answered Snape. Harry choked out a laugh as he smiled and cried at the same time. Finally they let one another go and Snape once more stood at his full height.
"So you're coming with me?" said Harry.
"Yes Mr. Potter, but not in this form, my animagus form. I will be unable to transform but we can still communicate as you speak my language," answered Snape.
"You're a snake? Wait I get to keep my abilities?" asked Harry.
"Yes, Mr. Potter I am a snake," answered Snape.
"Harry, or whatever my name will be when we get to where we're going," said Harry.
"Westeros," said a voice that reverberated through all of their minds. They turned as one. Death approached cloaked. "I am sending you to Westeros. You can get involved with what is going on there or you can avoid it that's your prerogative. However in answer to your previous questions, yes you will be keeping all of your abilities, knowledge and the memories on how to use them. Your name will be Hadrian. Close enough to Harry that it shouldn't confuse you but also more suited for the land you will be entering. I may at times ask you to deliver a message to one of my followers but otherwise your life is your own little master. Are you ready?"
"Wait," said Harry. "Where I'm going what time is it most like? Is it like the time when I was born or is it like the future before the last war?" asked Harry.
"Neither," Death answered. "It is most like your original earth's medieval times," answered Death.
"Oh well where will I end up? Do I have parents there?" asked Harry.
"The North, they have the most magic left and it will be easier for me to bring you there and no, you will not have parents, I am powerful but I cannot create life, even for my master, which is why Severus is going with you."
"What if I lose my wand? I can do a bit of wandless and parsel magic but not a lot," said Harry.
"Fear not little master. My Hallows shall be going with you but not in physical form. They shall be a part of you and you shall never need a wand again, merely a will to do something magical," Death answered. "Now little master, are you ready?" Harry hurriedly hugged his parents as well as Sirius and Remus before coming back to stand by Severus. Severus put a hand on his shoulder before shifting into a beautiful black and silver snake that was about two feet long and curled around Harry's neck.
"Good, good," said Death. "Now just a change in attire," Harry's clothing changed to black and green silk and fur and leather. "Perfect," said Death. "Oh and Harry fear not for your snake he won't be able to get too cold or too hot." And with those final words the world once more dropped away.