A/N Well here's the next chapter everyone! Im Honestly surprised how quickly this picked up but im glad the majority of you seem to like my story so far.
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A sigh escaped from Harrys lips as he entered the town of Winterfell, how did harry know that this was Winterfell? That was simple. From the moment Harry had entered the main gate he had been using a form of passive legilemency on the locals. Not exactly perfect enough to read memories, or to delve into the targets mind, but more than enough to gather knowledge about the world he now inhabited.
It seemed that this world was currently in the age of Camelot, what with knights and swords, and fear of dragons. Ok maybe that last one wasn't an illogical fear or anything but they seemed to have died out in this world so there was no reason to be afraid anymore.
The castle near the center of town belonged to the starks, lord and lady stark in particular, and thanks to a passerby mentioning that the family had just recently adopted a litter of direwolves (a wolf that grew to enormous size and were usually quite vicious) harry had decided that he would not be meeting them. One Hagrid was enough, he did not need to meet an entire family of the people that took highly dangerous and volatile creatures as pets.
It did not seem that they would meet him regardless. Here harry was a nobody, he was not a knight, or a king, or a soldier; he was your average man. Of course a dimension travelling wizard at the same time but the people didn't know this, and with the apparent rarity and fear of magic most seemed to have Harry decided that for the time being he would like to keep it this way.
Harry had no idea what it was that he was doing here, nor did he seem to be bothered by it. He continued walking the streets among the men and women of the town dressed in thick clothes to keep off the bitter cold with a small smile on his face. Unsure of the future or where this would lead him but looking forward to the uncertain adventure all the same.
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Harry's stomach had started to grumble and he was following the scent of cooking meat, not paying attention to where it was that he was going. He bumped into a few people here and there but with a muttered "excuse me", "sorry", "hungry" most people let him pass without too much of a fuss.
Harry opened the main entrance to what appeared to be a tavern. Two stories tall the building was made of wood and stone, with sparse windows here and there around the outside and a front and back door. As the door opened the warmth of the tavern splashed against his face like a breath of fresh air, scented with cooking beef and what smelt suspiciously of old beer.
"Hi there stranger" A red headed woman, dressed in a thin tight fitting dress of some sort that seemed to enhance her every curve and cut below her rather large breasts tastefully without revealing what lay beneath approached him.
"Can I get you out of that heavy cloak? You seem like you could use some time to relax from your travels." She spoke in a breathy tone.
"Um yes that would be nice, but honestly I was just looking for some food." Spoke harry looking confusedly at the woman. "though a place to stay tonight might also be nice if you happen to have a room available here."
The woman looked confused at his reply at first and then smiled "We can get you a room for a week if that's what you desire, 10 dragons should cover your stay and the food will be delivered by my own very capable hands " She seductively replied her eyes lingering near his pockets.
Harry was confused, was the woman trying to con him out of something? Why was she speaking as if they were secret lovers, did she confuse him for somebody else? "Who are you? And what do you mean 10 dragons?" asked harry.
"Oh my name is Ros, you must be a traveler do you not use the currency of the seven kingdoms?" asked the woman now known as Ros.
Harry quickly used his legilimency to grab the information from the top of Ros's mind, gently prying around until he found the information that he was after. "Yes I am a traveler, and no I haven't yet had the need to use your currency as I have my own." With this said harry pulled 3 galleons from his pocket and showed them to Ros. With the information he had gained from her the gold used to make the 3 galleons should just about match up to the amount of the 10 thinner golden dragons.
"oh my lord this is more than enough, please follow me" spoke ros as she wrapped her hand around his own cupping the gold between then and pulling him along towards the stairs
Harry could only smile at the peculiar place that he had found himself in, who knew the people of this world were so nice? Harry followed along pulled by Ros to the third door on the left at the top of the stairs and she opened it for him to go inside following along behind him placing the gold onto a nearby shelf in the room.
The room had one bed with what appeared to be large fur blankets, and what seemed to be a chamberpot, harry knew this from having seen them before in Hogwarts collecting dust. "well my lord how about before your meal we relax just a little?" spoke Ros slipping her hands around him from the back beneath his robes and slowly peeling them away.
Harry smiled "the people of Winterfell sure are accommodating." Said Harry earnestly.
Ros lightly nibbled along the lobe of Harry's left ear earning her a groan from him that she smirked at. "We are very accommodating my lord, now let me show you the one place in all of Winterfell that you may always get warm" She pushed him onto the bed and was on top of him so fast that Harry could only think that maybe magic wasn't gone from the seven kingdoms.
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Harry awoke the next morning something warm burrowing into his side, he opened his eyes and was blinded momentarily by the red hair of Ros. Harry smiled thinking of the fun that they had had late into the night. It had been a long time since Harry had last had sex, playing an old man would do that to you. He couldn't help but the think that Sirius would be proud of him, in the past 24 hours he had traipsed through the veil of death, gone to another dimension, and the first thing he had done that night was wear out a prostitute. Yes Sirius would probably be very proud, in that regard the twins would be as well probably.
Ros woke slowly before blearily lifting her head and staring into Harrys emerald green eyes sparkling with mischief, ros couldn't believe it. The man before her had kept her working for his gold for hours into the night only finally succumbing to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, how was he even awake right now? It just wasn't possible. She continued to stare at his face noticing the faded scar on his forehead and the slight smile on his face as he lost himself in thought. "where did you come from harry?" asked ros.
Harry shook himself out of his thoughts as he noticed Ros was awake and speaking to him. "im sorry, what?" asked harry.
"Where do you come from Harry? What land of wild men do I need watch out for in the future." She teased him while gripping his considerable length beneath the fur blanket.
"oh" groaned harry "far from here, a place I doubt you've ever heard of. We didn't have a kingdom there, and one day I decided I wanted to travel, so I boarded a tr….ship, and was carried across the seas." Harry berated himself he almost let slip what surely would only cause problems in the future.
"okay" said Ros releasing his member "as long as no more people like you show up here and plow this whore house into the ground than I am sure we can survive just dealing with you" she giggled as she climbed out of the bed to retrieve her clothes her pale naked body seemingly shining in the morning sunlight.
Harry stared for a moment appreciating the body of the woman before him. "where are you going?" he asked.
"well I need to prepare for the arrival of Lord Tyrion, all of the workers here do. He's probably about as bad as you, you two would probably make great friends, what with the similar hobbies. But at least with Lord Tyrion we received notice" she playfully glared at him.
A chuckle escaped harry at her glare "I seem to remember only asking for a room and food, I had no idea it came with so many perks" he got out between his laughter.
"As if you didn't know this was a whorehouse, right as if ill believe that after your lecherous cock kept me awake through all of the night" she said as she finished putting her clothes back on.
"Well that much may be true, but I did not lie. Not that I was complaining once I found out, the girls of the north are quite….. talented? " harry spoke.
Ros looked at him speculatively and then let out a very undignified snort. "I take back what I said, you and Lord Tyrion should never meet, I think it would be the end of all of us "talented northern girls"" she laughed.
Laughing with her as well harry watch her leave his room, and as she was closing the door behind her he called out "than I shall be sure to seek him out then!" before it closed with Ros laughing behind it as she walked away.
Now alone harry laid back into the comfortable bed with a smile on his face. This great adventure had just begun for him, and it was all laid out before him, and he was loving every minute of it thus far.
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Harry exited the brothel that he was currently staying at and into the city of Winterfell with thoughts to better blend in with the world that he now occupied. After taking a few hundred galleons from the mokeskin bag around his neck he had transfigured them into the golden dragons of the land to make it easier with which to purchase things. Transfiguring 200 galleons had netted him and easy 600 or so golden dragons. Which apparently he could live off of for quite a while. And with another couple hundred thousand galleons within his small bag he was quite sure he wouldn't be wanting for anything anytime soon.
He wandered to the center of town that the barkeep in the brothel had told him held a blacksmith, since apparently every man had at least some sort of blade here in westeros. So harry marched thru the throngs of people currently milling about, buying bread or selling wares and headed for the great brick building near the castle that seemed burnt all over.
As Harry approached the building he could smell the burning fires from inside, he opened the door and entered the candlelit entryway and spotted the counter and approached the older man behind it.
"Would you happen to be Mikken?" Harry asked as he stared at man behind the counter. He was a large man, with scars covering his hands and with a bushy white beard on his jaw.
The man looked at Harry appraising him "I would, what can I help you with today? I'm taking it your looking for a sword seeing as I am the only blacksmith in winterfell."
Harry nodded "I am"
"Ever used a sword before" Mikken asked gruffly
"I know how to handle a blade well enough, and give it the proper respect it deserves." Said Harry happy that as he grew older he actually learned to use a sword from a few goblin friends he had once done a favor for.
Mikken seemed to think for a bit before nodding and parting a curtain behind him.
"Wares are in the back, let me know if you need help with anything or have any questions." He spoke with a gravelly voice. Soft but rough, probably from breathing in so much smoke thought harry.
Harry wandered into the back and took a look around, seeing the shelves of daggers and swords and even more lining the walls joined with armor and shields of all sizes, shapes, and weights. He perused through the blacksmiths work, and could not help but admire the beauty of many of the blades. Mikken was absolutely a master of his craft, the metal of the blades glinting from the candlelight, sharp as can be, religiously cleaned and cared for.
A few moments later harry came across a blade on the back wall that caught his interest. Though thinner than your average blade it was lighter, but what really caught Harrys interest was the coloring and the ripple effect along the blade. "Mikken." Harry called
The older man came soon after, moving between the shelves of deadly weapons. "ahh I see the valyrian steel has caught your eye, but unless you have a great deal of gold I suggest placing it back where you found it."
Harry turned to him "valyrian steel?" he asked curiously
"aye rare metal forged in the now gone valyrian freehold, it's said the metal was forged with magic, it never needs sharpening and it is again extremely expensive." Confirmed Mikken looking at Harrys face.
"If its so useful or rare and magical how come no one has bought it from you? I mean apparently it is expensive but you cant tell me not one lord or another hasn't tried to get it from you." Said harry
Mikken grumbled a little "It's a thin blade. Most lords or knights what a thick heavy long blade. And while it is expensive most men that have wanted to buy it only want to have it melted down with other smaller valyrian blades to create a larger sword "worthy enough to be carried by them"" Spoke Mikken bitterly at the end
Harry thought about it curiously wondering what had made this blade this way? There was indeed magic coming off of it, not much but it was something. Maybe this could be useful in his future endeavors. "How much for the blade?" he asked.
"For that one? 150 golden dragons" Mikken replied impatiently waiting for harry to put the blade back down.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out a pouch, pouring 150 golden dragons onto the shelf below where he had grabbed the blade from on the wall. Expensive it may be but this was not something harry could pass up. With was local magic and something in the blade was calling to him. "thank you very much Mikken" harry said to the astonished blacksmith still staring curiously at the magical blade as he began to walk out of the shop placing it back into its sheath and strapping the blade to his back.
"wait!" Mikken called.
Harry turned and looked at him in response. "one of the many reason I never sold that blade was because I never wanted to see it melted down. It is the only valyrian blade that I have ever shaped, as the metal is incredibly rare. I work with lord starks blade ice but that is only general upkeep, that blade is the only that I have made myself." Mikken spoke as if harry was taking the blacksmiths only child out to war.
"Do not worry Mikken I won't melt down shard, nor will I allow anything to happen to it." Harry said.
"Shard?" asked Mikken looking happier "you've already named it have you?"
Harry stared at the handle hanging over his shoulder curiously. "It already had a name Mikken, I just listened to it. It's the sword that picks the warrior you know? Not the other way around." And harry continued out the door.
Mikken nodded to himself "the sword that picks the warrior eh? I like that. Ill have to keep an ear out for that one I got a feeling he's going to do great things with that blade. Great things."
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Harry had spent the rest of the day buying things from the locals, clothes, supplies, some food. Subjects he was interested in he asked about, and listened, learning more of the northern people and more of the seven kingdoms. Knowledge was a powerful weapon after all. Hermione had showed Harry and Ron that growing up more times than either would care to admit.
He met a man that could get supposedly get him a horse, the horse coming from the castle of the starks themselves. It turned out that the man was very close with some people in the castle and a friend of the stable boy Hodor. Harry told him he would meet with him tomorrow to buy the horse but he would not give him the gold until the horse was there. Which the man seemed to understand easily enough, and guaranteed he would have the horse there for him tomorrow.
After a long day Harry headed back to the brothel, walking down the streets with all of his purchases conveniently shrunken down inside his pockets. He opened the door and was greeted by the bartender whom noticed the blade on his back and gave him a grin. Harry placed an order of meat and bread with some wine to one of the girls wandering by who gave him a sultry grin and a wink and continued up the stairs. Just as he was about to open the door to his room and relax after a long day he heard ros's voice down the hall way standing outside of one of the rooms with her hand on the door.
"Harry I'm sure you've noticed today that his highness king Robert has arrived in Winterfell today?" Spoke Ros in a matter of fact kind of tone with a smile on her face.
"oh um, no not really I was kind of too busy with my own affairs than to listen for royals making their way into the lonely northern kingdom on a vacation" said harry teasingly.
Harry heard a short laugh from within the door Ros was holding open and Ros blushed a bright red than turned to face into the room listening to the man speaking to her from inside.
"He certainly lacks eloquence, but you were right he is quite different from most people. Bring him in, I guess I could stand to meet someone besides the lovely girls of the north. Your minds are quite gifted in the bedroom but maybe I can find someone that is gifted in the art of conversation as well. Besides I am quite interested in where this man comes from, to be able to out scare me with the girls of the whore houses of the north. " the voice laughed loudly and Harry noticed Ros motioning him over.
Harry walked over to Ros as she swung the door completely open motioning him in to the room "Harry I would like you to meet Lord Tyrion Lannister"
