Dany, Robb, Jon, and even, Theon had spent the month at the kitchen window, anxiously awaiting the owls, which would bring their Hogwarts acceptance letters. Theon's 15th birthday already came on July 1st this year. Robb's 15th was today, her son's 15th birthday was July 31st, while Dany's 15th birthday was August 12th. If Lyanna had to guess, it was the Deputy Head Mistress of Hogwarts School, Professor Minerva McGonigle, who decided to send all their acceptance letters on the same day. Most likely today, July 28th, as it was Robb's birthday. The four of them were edgy this month. They became stressed like any 18-year-old would be, if they hadn't been accepted into College, as the Senior Year of High School neared the finish line.

"So will it come today, Mum?" Jon had asked his mother desperately one night.

"Jon, you know, I don't tell or order owls when to deliver letters," Lyanna had replied while cooking dinner that night. "Though you could, right, Aunt Lyanna?" then asked Robb. "And how would I do that, Robb? I'm not the master of owls," his mother had answered rather a little impatiently at the two teenagers. Lyanna soon had sighed sympathetically. "Okay look, I know the four of you are stressed at the moment. But I promise you, you'll get your Hogwarts enrollment letters, along with Theon and Dany, on Robb's birthday. They probably want to send them to you four on the same day."

On Wednesday, July 26th, Dany, Robb, Jon, and Theon came downstairs to the kitchen rather marooned. The four of them picked at their scrambled eggs with their forks, and they were just stirring at their oatmeal with their spoons. This didn't go unnoticed Benjen Stark, who was reading the latest edition of the Daily Prophet, when he put down the newspaper to see that the four teens had a lack of appetite.

"What's the matter?" Benjen asked.

"We aren't going to Hogwarts." Theon answered unhappily.

"We did not get our letters." Dany had added despondently.

Ben gazed at his two oldest nephews who were brooding jadedly. The Stark were known for brooding. Benjen started to laugh at this site. "Relax you four, you're going to get them in two days. The last thing you need is stress about a simple letter."

Two days following, they were in the living room, after the family had breakfast, when the four oldest teenagers had spotted an owl. Right as they were about to open Robb and Jon's gifts. Its talons were gripping a stack of colorful envelopes, hooting impatiently at the family, to let it come in and drop the letters off to them, so it could fly away. The four of them race up from the couch and sprinted towards the window.

All the adults and the younger kids in the room laughed at the site, except for Remus, who distasted owls as they would annoy him at the nights of the Full Moon. "Owls," Remus muttered under his breath, "they'll be our demise." Ned snorted in utter amusement at his children's godfather. While his brother rolled his eyes at the teenagers— as the four lifted the hilt of the window up, finally letting the grey owl fly inside.

The owl screeched fearing that the teens were going to tear it apart to its limbs, before it had the chance to drop the letters off. Everyone thought it would happen, and it would have happened, if it weren't for Lyanna to snap at the four teenagers. "Merlin's, you four! The owl thinks you are going to tear its limbs off, before it has the chance to drop the letters off! Will the four of you be patient? Give it a chance to complete its job!" They groaned in response but complied; they were really bad at patience.

"Well congratulations, teens," Benjen grated before he took another sip of his coffee out of his Direwolf mug, "but please for me, your favorite uncle, read us just one acceptance letter. We don't need to be tortured by you four this morning, when we already have a lot of work to do, and need to set this enchanted tent outside. Who wants to read?" Lyanna sent her little brother her dangerous glare that he just ignored. Jon looked at his three best friends' faces, they didn't want to read theirs aloud. "Alright fine," he sighed, "I'll read mine then." Jon had proceeded to rip open the parchment. "Carefully, or you'll tear it," Lyanna warned her son. Jon drew out his letter, penned on a wizard parchment, thick as the envelope it had been sent in.

"Dear Mr. Snow," Jon recited aloud, "we are pleased to announce that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find the enclosed list of all the necessary books and equipment. Term begins on September 1st, 1995. We await your owl by no later than July 31st. Yours sincerely, Professor Minerva McGonigle, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Jon picked up the list of supplies he would need for school. "Does this mean we will be going to Diagon Alley?" Lyanna took the list from him and looked it over. "Nowhere else to get a standard cauldron." She then muttered under her breath. "Dammit. They still require those stupid hats. I really wished they changed that rule."

"No elegant wizard or witch wear hats anymore. I think it's very incompetent."

"The Malfoys wear hats." Lyanna smiled at Ned. Ned snorted. "So do the Freys."

Benjen turned his eyes at what his sister inferred. "Disgusting wizard families."

The teenagers could feel the atmosphere within the room get thinner. The next thing they knew— the topic was then trajected back to more enthusiastic light by Daenerys. "Can we go to Diagon Alley before the party? We have time to spare." Lyanna shook her head. "We can't today. We'll go on August 1st. We have to set up the tent for the party. You four take Arya with you, and go explore the Wolfs Wood, I want you four back by 11am. Everyone needs to be dressed nice—I don't want any complaining Jon."

"Fine Mum." Jon grumbled.

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Lyanna shook her head. She was shocked at what her son and daughter were holding, a smile crept up on her face. They had found Direwolves, they had found six Direwolf pups. Ned must have had an interesting reaction. Benjen was going to love this.

Remus was going to be amused at what they brought back. Jon was holding an adorable albino wolf pup, that had red eyes. Arya was holding a cute grey wolf pup, that had golden eyes. The wolf pups looked adorable to her. "Do they have names?" Lyanna asked her children excitingly. She wished James was here— he would have had venerated this. "I decided to name mine Ghost." Jon spoke first to his mother. "I decided to name mine Nymeria." Arya added on after her big brother was done. "They look so beautiful." Lyanna told them with a sweet smile on her face, she was about to ask if she could hold one, but remembered the party was an hour away. "You two need to get properly dressed, the wolf pups can be out there, if they are leashed."

In the hour leading up to the party, a large cake for Jon and Robb's 15th Birthday was set up in the meadow leas under a large tent. Remus and Benjen assisted Ned to set up the tent, and some minor enchantments were made. The enchantments were to keep the summer sun from scorching the guests, and to magically expand the interior of the revel tent, where it kept everyone rapt with cool artic summer air.

Augusta Longbottom and her soon 15-year-old grandson, Neville Longbottom, were the first to arrive at Winterfell. Dumbledore arrived early too at Winterfell, he said his hellos to everyone, he even met the six wolf pups with bright interest. However, he didn't stay there long, telling Lyanna and Ned, he had urgent business of Hogwarts School related affairs that needed his full and immediate sustenance on.

Beginning to leave, Albus had then wished Jon and Robb a happy 15th birthday, giving vital advice to the two cousins. "Fifteen is an important age for young men, it's an age when you must start to realize what your purpose is. It's an age when your life begins to change." The Hogwarts Headmaster told the two adolescents, before walking away with a slice of chocolate cake, charming it to sweet lemon, leaving afterwards.

Professor Minerva McGonagall and Professor Tyrion Lannister appeared next. The Reed family, the Weasley family, the Bones family, and then the Baratheon family arrived soon after everyone (excluding Cersei Lannister and her eldest son Joffrey Baratheon).

The teenagers then naturally allotted into their age distinctive groups of friends. Daenerys, Jon, Robb, and Theon grouped with Susan Bones, Ron Weasley, and Neville Longbottom— since they were same age and were going to Hogwarts in the fall. The seven tried to get to know each other, they wanted to make friend groups which would last at Hogwarts School— for the next seven years there. They wanted it to be perfect.

Ginny Weasley, Ron's fourteen-year-old sister, soon showed up to the group, she tagged along with Ron. Ginny swung her legs in the chair as she picked at her small slice of chocolate cake. Arya soon tagged along with her older brother and her eldest cousin. Arya, along with Daenerys, weren't happy that Arya's mother made her wear a summer silk dress, when she herself proved to hate normal dresses as much as they did. Arya and Dany didn't mind wearing their dresses, they just liked to have their belly buttons— and their flat tummies exposed to air (like when they wore their hot bikinis, while they hanged out at their home pool). The two did this so much since they wanted drive their boyfriends and potential future boyfriends insane.

Lyanna was able to convince the two to give mercy to everyone, when she convinced them to dress with minimum showings of their bodies being exposed. She did this as it would be awkward for the adults, especially for herself, as her daughter was a clone of herself when she too grew up at Winterfell. Lyanna Stark, like her daughter, was a pain in the ass for her parents, she wanted to show off her lean body in her bikini, displaying how hot she looked— in her short and tight torn jeans and in her tops— both to her friends and specially to her future husband, James Snow.

The Weasley twins, Fred and George, were far more interested and amused in the six wolf pups, than anything else at the party, as was Minerva McGonigle and Tyrion Lannister. The twins tried to convince their older brother, Percy Weasley, into letting them feed his fifteen-year-old rat, Scabbers, alive to the Direwolf pups. However, their brother refused, which led to Fred and George trying to steal the shuddering rat, who sensed the wolf pups desiring to rip him angrily into shreds. This led to their brother hexing them.

"I want go with all of you." Arya and Ginny both pouted to the fifteen-year-olds. "You'll come next year, little sister," Jon told Arya with his smile, "so will Ginny and Sansa." Sansa smiled at her one-year older brother and one-year older cousin. "I cannot tell you how excited that I am finally coming to Hogwarts next year, Jon," said Sansa excitingly, "I want next summer to come quickly, I so want it to come now!"

"Don't worry, Sansa, you three will be going next year. And before you know it, next summer will be here." Susan promised them. Neville then miserably moaned. "I don't want to go at all," he told them, as he worked his way through his second piece of cake, clearly leading everyone, "in the all you can eat" cake eating contest. "Why not, Neville?" Daenerys asked him gently. "I promise you it will be fun. Right Robb?"

"Of course!" Robb conveyed; his Scottish accent rippled with his excitement. "We'll be in Gryffindor, I'd book it right now," Robb claimed to them confidently. "Don't, I know I'll be in Hufflepuff," Neville told them doubtfully. Jon looked at him, he must have lacked confidence, he was determined to make sure that he unlocked it for him. Daenerys looked at Jon and smiled, she wanted him to help Neville out. "No, mate, you won't. You will be in Gryffindor, Neville. Your family has been in Gryffindor for generations. So have the Weasleys, so have the Reeds, and so have the Starks. The Sorting Hat honors custom, and those who wish to be sorted into a new House. So they can redeem their families of faults that were made in the past." Jon stated.

"Let's hope your theory is right, Jon," Daenerys said, taking his hands into hers, "If we aren't in Gryffindor, I want us to be in the same House, I don't think I could be apart from you." Jon gave her his smile. "We won't be, babe, I promise. We'll be in Gryffindor." Dany smiled. She regained confidence that she was going to be a Gryffindor.

All of the girls giggled at seeing the sexual tension between Jon and Dany rise, they wanted them to make out in front of everyone, even Neville wanted them to kiss. Everyone wanted it— unless there was someone who was betting on it not happening. However, Ronald Weasley didn't want it to happen, he didn't want to watch his closest friends growing up to make out at all. "Eh- Fred and George say I'll be in Hufflepuff." Ron revealed to the group, wanting to escape the imminent make out between Jon and Dany. Robb cursed himself mentally as Ron spoke, he resignedly took out two Gold Gallons out of his pocket and handed it to Theon, who just smirked jubilantly. Theon had just won their latest bet, he made with Robb, regarding a pair of love birds. "Course you will, mate," one of the Twins popped out from under the table, the other trailed behind, this caused everyone being in a daze at the sight.

"You'll never make it past the sorting into Gryffindor." The other said jestingly.

"How do you get sorted?" Ginny then asked her two older brothers. "Is it a test?"

"Oh yes," the twins said together.

"Well, there's a long-written essay," one said, "and then there's a practical way, of course." The other added on. "What's the practical?" Ron asked them nervously. "Facing a dragon of course." Jon and Dany erupted into laughter, along with Theon and Robb, as Neville and Ron looked like they were ill. They had no time to assure Ron and Neville that the twins were joking— when the Macmillan's arrived at the party.

Ernie Macmillan, after giving his former greetings to his mother and his uncles, practically sprung his way to where the teenagers his age were standing around. "Happy Birthday, Robb!" Everyone turned to look at him. "Happy Birthday, Jon!" Ernie said loudly.

"Thank you, Ernie. There's a cake here-"

"Don't mind if I do. Thank you so much."

Arya, Sansa, and Ginny giggled. While Susan, Dany, Ron, Robb, Jon, and Theon were rolling their eyes. Ernie was like this— fifteen years old, who pretended to be thirty-five in a different era. They were all rather used to it, it was a blessing they only had to see him at family parties, he wasn't their favorite companion to hang out with.

"Are you all ready for Hogwarts? Got my books and everything. Mum let me try a few charms out for practice. I expect I'll be ahead when we begin." Robb and Jon looked at Theon and Dany; there was no way Ron had more knowledge about magic than what they knew. Dueling particularly—they had abilities that some seventh years didn't have. "It's a shame we can't bring our broomsticks. I'd love to play Quidditch there this year."

"We can't bring our brooms?" Robb and Jon choked on their cake. "That sucks."

"We'll let you two teens borrow ours!" The twins then grinned at Jon and Robb. "Ronnikens borrows it when he can't get off the ground-" Ron went red with anger. "I can fly too!" Ron snapped at his brothers. "Yeah, you can," Fred conceded him, "but Ginny always outstrips you by a mile." George hooked on. "So?" Ron muttered. "I know how to fly a broom." Ginny gazed Robb and Jon, seeing what they thought of her flying fast than Ron, but they weren't listening to the conversation at all. Robb and Jon were wondering if they could convince their Uncle Benjen if he would help the two teens traffic their brooms in, as their father and their mother would never allow them to do such an act. Ned and Lyanna would never indorse this and neither would Remus.

As the sun set and the evening settled in, people began saying their goodbyes. The Longbottoms first. The McMillians second. The Weasleys third. The Reeds fourth. The Baratheons fifth. Minerva McGonigle and Tyrion Lannister soon after. The guests who stayed were Susan Bones, her aunt, and Remus, who lived at Winterfell.

Arya, Bran, Dany, Jon, Susan, Sansa, Theon, Robb, and Rickon moved inside, the kids had been playing in a wizard chess tournament, Jon and Susan were now playing each other in the final round, while the rest of the seven kids watched. Their eyes kept drifting outside to the adults conversation, which was no longer in separate parties. Amelia Bones was speaking and the teenagers were trying to listen but she was being too quiet for them to hear anything except for slurry murmurs.

"Jon has a right to know!" It was Uncle Benjen's voice; louder than anyone else. Ned tried to calm his little brother down with his little sister's help. "I mean it. If I were him— I'd expect to be told. He's fifteen years old! I wouldn't take no for an answer."

"You've never taken a no for an answer, Benjen!" Lyanna hissed at her little brother. "Yes, my son will be fifteen years old in less than three days, little brother, but you must understand— how are you supposed to tell a fifteen-year-old that he has a…"

"Lya is right." This time it was Remus Lupin's voice. "We can't tell Jon that yet."

"Are you sure you don't want us here for this—" Susan's aunt asked them gently.

"Thank you." Ned Stark interrupted. "Honestly thank you. Though I think this should be a family conversation. Besides, we do have someone who's going to come over on my nephew's birthday to help not only to my nephew, but also my niece. James Snow was their father, and they have a right to know how their father died. Perhaps afterwards… I'll be sure to let Jon and Arya know they can speak to Susan if they need to talk to her."

The sound of chairs moving and rustling of grass sent the teenagers darting back to around the chess board, all of them trying to look as innocent as they could. Jon chewed his lip, hoping that he looked more like he was focused on the game, trying to not worry about what his mother and his three uncles were talking about. Once the adults came into the room— all the teenagers and the kids got on their feet.

"Time to go, Susan," her aunt said sweetly. "Do you need any help cleaning up?"

"It's alright, Ms. Bones," Robb told her, "my cousin and I can pack this game up."

"Thanks, Robb. Thanks, Jon, I owe you both one," Susan told the two admiringly.

Jon and Robb easily packed and put away the chessboard, the pieces obediently climbing back into the box. Susan said her goodbyes to the other teenagers before finally saying her goodbye to Jon. After this— Ned Stark and Lyanna Stark walked them out.

Three days later, the night of Jon Snow's fifteenth birthday, the Stark family gathered in the family lounge in the castle of Winterfell. Benjen sank into a rather large plushy armchair, Remus took a seat on the edge of the couch next to Robb, the teens were sitting around the lounge fluffy bean bags set all over the carpet. While Dany sat with Jon, nestling into him in another large plushy armchair, right next to Benjen.

"Good birthday today, Jon?" Remus asked. "Yes, I did, Remus. Only I'd—" Jon stopped. "Only I'd— what?" Uncle Benjen prodded as he rose his eyebrows at his nephew. "What were you talking about three days ago?" Jon said. "What was that about?" Benjen reluctantly cackled. "At least let's wait for your Mum and Uncle Ned."

Lyanna and Ned then came back into the room. "Should I put on some tea?" Lyanna asked; her hands fidgeting. "Please." Benjen replied. "If you have coffee." Remus cleared his throat. "Of course." Lya told him sympathetically with a smile. "Rough weekend?" Ned asked as he sat down next to Remus. "Not as bad as it could have gone."

Ned nodded at his son's godfather. "If there were any damages don't hesitate—"

"Thank you, Ned, you have always been too generous." Remus told Robb's father.

It was an accolade that he shrugged at. "Cannot be generous if I have too much."

"Uncle Ned what's this about?" Jon asked as Dany nestled her head in his neck. Ned's face had lost color. "Just give your mum a minute longer. We're waiting on-" There was a big thunderous knock at the door as a smile crept on Ned Stark's face. "Hagrid."