HP x GoT idea
298 AC, Westeros, Beyond the Wall
A huge portal opened in a vast frozen, immaculate and desolate country, where the snow stretched out as far as the eye could see with some scattered conifers. There were no animals, no men or other living things. The only thing there was was this black portal plunging directly into the abyss.
It was then that the portal began to shine, and an individual came out.
This individual was very intriguing, by his accoutrement that by his provenance. He was not very tall, about 175 cm tall, with a huge white beard reaching his pelvis, long white hair in shambles and eyes of incredible green, combining wisdom, cunning, intelligence and mischief.
His clothes were also peculiar, or a long purple robe with a gold dragon embroidered at the back, covering the entire back to the bottom of the robe. The front of the robe showed an intriguing sigil, that of a facing dragon standing in his claws as if he held a globe a Triangle in which stood a Circle in which stood a Line. One could also see below the robe a pair of boots made of an unknown material, a kind of leather, but much more resistant. The 'old' man also wore leather gloves hiding his hands. In short, one saw only his face, nothing else.
But what was most interesting was the huge stick that the man held like a sceptre. The shaft of the sceptre was a dark wood, surrounded by a gold snake that snaked around to the top of the staff to finally take the form of two large arched wings joining the summit to a blue orb. Finally, there was a blade at the base of the staff, made of a shiny silvery silver filigree. In short, the sceptre was a true work of art.
"I sincerely hope that you told me the truth about this place Death, or else…" the old man announced in a deep, powerful voice.
Immediately after, a second man made his appearance, fully dressed in black, with long ebony hair, black eyes and an amused smile.
"I will never dare to lie to you, master, this world is inhabited, I assure you, we have just arrived in one of the least populated areas to avoid frightening the inhabitants of this planet", announced the second a man with a voice so powerful and full of wisdom that one might think one has a divine being in front of us.
The first man nodded slowly before bursting into laughter.
"I'm wondering what I'm going to do here ... Sowing chaos, destroying, looting and ravaging, conquering and reigning, or just taking a vacation enjoying the 'local favours, Hm ...", said the old man.
Death sighed before asking a question that intrigued him.
"Master, why did you decide to pretend you're an old man?" Asked the entity of Death.
The old man frowned before tilting his head to one side.
"To tell you the truth, I'm not sure. Maybe because of what you've told me about this world, Magic is usually controlled by older characters who have dedicated decades to this art, so I thought that I needed to look the part, maybe I'll have to take my original form again, "the old man said before waving his hand.
Suddenly, the beard disappeared to leave room for smooth skin, the hair was shortened to finally form a black tuft on the head of the now young man aged only seventeen. The young man turned to Death while raising an eyebrow, implicitly asking if it was better.
"Master, I must confess that if I did not have so much to do, it would be a pleasure for me to take you here and now." said Death with a lecherous smile, making the young man blush.
"I will not be against ...", replied the young man while continuing to blush.
Death snorted before smiling.
"It's a new way of seeing the master-servant relationship, and master, what name do you intend to use in this world?" Asked Death.
The young man pretended to think before smiling.
"It's been a long time since I've used my original name, it's time for the great Hadrian Potter to come back," Harry exclaimed, amused.
Death continued to sneer with his head tilted sideways, thoughtful.
"Would not it be better to use a less plebeian surname?" The entity asked.
Harry pretended to think before nodding. Indeed, Potter was a little too potter to his taste.
"Why not use Pendragon - after all, it's one of my last names," Harry offered.
Mort nodded. Pendragon actually seemed to be a better name than Potter.
"So, master, what did you decide to do with this world?" Asked Death with a knowing smile.
Harry rolled his eyes as he saw his servant's smile before he smiled devilishly.
"I think it's been a while since I did not make a conquest in the rules of art. And then, nothing prevents me from savouring the flavours that I will discover here Ah, I think the last one Once I did that it was ... ", Harry said before casting a questioning look at Mort.
"If I remember correctly, master, the last time you did that was on the Earth of the 694 Universe." You remember? You killed the Olympian gods because they angered you, and you had many boyfriends. I think their names were Jason Grace, Perseus Jackson and Luke Castellan, if I remember correctly, you did not appreciate that the Olympian gods allow themselves to give orders to my avatar, Thanatos. "replied Death, smiling.
Harry nodded before smiling. Ah, he had fun destroying pantheons and leading a revolution of demi-gods. Finally, he remembered especially when he had succeeded by somehow miracle to be fill at once by the other three boys. He had had the best time of his immortal life. Maybe he should go see them one of these days, after all, his lovers are immortal.
"All right, I hope the men here are as sturdy as the ones I've met, I wonder where to start ..." Harry said thoughtfully.
"Why do not you go south to enter Westeros? They say the men of the North are very ... vigorous, you could find your happiness, "smiled at Mort, thinking of two individuals in particular.
Seeing his smile, Harry arched an eyebrow. Death rolled his eyes before expressing himself.
"Let's just say I highly recommend Winterfell for fun," said Death before disappearing, leaving an amused Harry behind him.
"Winterfell, what a funny name ..." Harry exclaimed before starting to fly in the air towards the south.