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I do not own or get any money from J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter Series or George R. R. Martin's A Song of Fire and Ice and the television series Game of Thrones. All rights are given to those owners and I am only creating this story as a way of relieving stress and to enjoy creativity.

'...' Thoughts

"..." flashback

Huldaria

Hulda had been dragged away from the scene, she didn't fight the iron grip on her arm.

For most part she was imagining the worst scenarios in her head, all of them resulting in her death. The poor child was dragged into a tavern and forced to sit at a table where a man with bright red hair was sitting at. The voices were muffled and Hulda kept her eyes drawn down at the table, the girl's tongue felt heavy as if it was leaden based even if she had tried to speak she couldn't.

She felt as if a statue purified from fear, even when the rough hand had released her arm she kept as still as possible. She peeked up to watch the man turn to speak with another man with red hair.

Hulda didn't know why but during what felt like hours the two men continued to talk, sometimes they would glance over at her before focusing back onto each other. She peeked out the heavy glass at the red setting sun, her eyes were transfixed on the different colors as they shined through out the sky.

"Come young one." the voice snapped the girl from her trans and her green eyes turned to stared at the red hair man. "You will be coming with me to my family home."

His worn large hand was offered, Hulda cautiously placed her tiny dirty hand into his own.

He was very gentle with guiding her out of the tavern, the air was cool but that wasn't what Hulda was thinking of. Not once in this world had she felt gentleness from someone, Gavin had always a roughness from living on the streets for so long. The thought of Gavin made her head rise and try to search for him in the marketplace, she didn't see him anywhere and her heart clenched tightly with sadness. She felt hot tears prickle at her eyes and she closed them, she didn't want to seem weak or give any hint about Gavin. In such a short time they had grown close, he had cared for her, given her a name, and fed her.

Opening her eyes she looked around again in hopes of seeing the boy, soon the man came to a group of horses. He helped her up on the saddle and climbed on himself, his arm wrapped around her to squish against his stomach and chest. A way to keep her from falling off it would seem.

"My name is Lord Hoster Tully, might I ask what is the name of the lovely lady I found today?" his voice was soft and so kind it made Hulda feel weary immediately.

Gavin had always told her to be weary of those who acted kind, the grown ups have always tricked kids into going with them by giving a shred of affection to the starving kids.

"Hulda."she murmured out in a soft voice, she ducked her head avoiding the oddly kind blue eyes.

"That's a unique name, is it short for something?"he asked as they horse was nudged into a simple trot, Hulda was shifting a bit from the movement. It felt odd and her bottom was already feeling a bit sore from the constant jarring.

She didn't answer, all she could think of was to not give Gavin away.

Gavin

Gavin watched Hulda get dragged away from the stand, the feeling of worry and horror was causing an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. The swollen eye on his face throbbed as he moved to follow at a good distance away his good black eye watching as if a fox was toying with a rabbit before snatching it between its jaws and bite down ruthlessly to kill the poor things life.

He stuck as close as he could to the shadows and hunched down a bit to make himself appear small and helpless.

Each minute he knew Hulda might never get away, emotions filled his chest making it painful.

The boy slipped into the tavern they had pulled her into, he settled in a corner covered with shadow from the candle light and listened with rapt attention. Hulda looked withdrawn into herself, a technique that many kids on the street did, Gavin had seen this so many times when one the kids would get caught.

Then once the conversation would end the kid would be taken away to never be seen, the street rat knew that no matter what he did he wouldn't be able to get to Hulda. The man that had grabbed Hulda was Tytos Blackwood, one of the Bannermen to the Tullys' and beside him was Hoster Tully himself, they could easily overpower Gavin and send him flying into the street with a busted face if provoked enough.

Hoster Tully was discussing what to do, why they had taken in interest in Hulda was beyond Gavin's knowledge.

Bits and pieces of the conversation floated a little bit towards the boy, words of 'bastard' was coming up a lot, they probably assumed that Hulda was the bastard child of Tytos due to her black hair.

'Tytos probably had someone in a warm bed on his travels, it would make sense since Hulda doesn't remember anything of her mother or how she had gotten here' Gavin wouldn't be surprised if his random friend had been born a bastard, it would seem Tytos wouldn't accept the accusation or take the child to his home.

Gavin wasn't able to hear the rest when a rough hand grabbed his arm and his face turned to see old Rick, his gut dropped with dread as the older man dragged him out of the tavern and tossed to gain his footing in front of a man dressed in all black.

"This is the pest that floats around my stand, nimble and quiet as you could say. Take him if you want it would help a lot." Old Rick's voice wasn't used much, it was rough from lack of use and gave a nasly pitch. Gavin shifted on his feet as he stared at the man wearily, it seemed Old Rick took the chance to get rid of Gavin by handing him over to the Night's Watch.

"How old are you son?" the man asked his eyes boring into the boy.

"Two and Ten."Gavin spoke.
"The boy lies, he's five and ten for years ever since his cunt of a mom left him he's been stealing food from my stand. A thief and a bastard he is you either take him or I'll have him arrested." Old Rick spat out.

Gavin's fate was sealed when he watched the man nod his head, the boy was dragged away probably towards their camp. Old Rick shouted something a mocking fact that would be proven Gavin won't be able to slip away.

"He's a fast one! Tie him up for all I care but no other way will hold him down!"

Huldaria

It had been a few days since Hulda had been taking from the town, during those days Hoster kept asking her questions. Some she would answer and some she wouldn't.

Majority of them were questions about her life before Wendish, she would always give the answer that she didn't remember. That she had woke up one day laying in the wet mud, struggling to survive and stay as dry as she could to avoid the chance of becoming sick.

Hoster had finally given up on wiggling anything else out of her and spoke of where she was going.

"You will be a made a servant maiden to my daughters' Lysa and Catelyn, help them with anything they need as well as working with the cooks in your free time." That was all he had spoken to her about, she wondered why he had allowed her into his home when she had been caught stealing.

Why the dark hair man had grabbed her arm and dragged her into the cavern to be seen by Hoster himself, every time she would ask him he would shake his head and dismiss her.

They were getting close to Riverrun, during that night she snuck through the shadows as the men prepared food over the open fire.

Without a look back she slipped out of the camp and began to trek on the road towards Wendish town, she hoped Gavin hadn't moved their spot it would be difficult to find it in the dark.

Finished!

Here you go!

Its a little rush due to the fact that I was closing in on my deadline!