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Some of you have mentioned that Harry's friendship with Tyrion was a bit out of the blue. The thing is, Harry is not part of House Stark, even though he does have friends amongst them. He likes them, yes, but he has not stayed with them more than a few weeks, and is not aware of their enmity against House Lannister. So he has no former prejudice against our favourite dwarf. More than that, he doesn't have a lot of friends at all, and he really wants to understand the court better, something he knows Lord Stark won't have time explaining and the other Starks don't know. Finally, Harry is an impulsive person, and he does impulsive things, part of it because he can in fact erase the memory of everyone if he really needs to, and he decided that he liked Tyrion. Let me remind you that HP befriended Luna and Hermione, both of which nobody wanted to be friends which, and does have a liking for "bastards, cripples and broken things", even if it's unconscious.

Hopefully, that explained that!

Also, some people have mentioned that Lady Whent was alive, and so Harry could not be made Lord of Harrenhall. I am aware of the fact that in cannon she does not die until later on, but I dediced to change it in this fic and indicated it last chapter (if you don't believe me, you can check, Jon mentions "the late lady Whent" the day after the feast ^^). But, just so everyone is clear, no, the King did not evict the Lady from her seat, she died without heirs just before the trip North.

Now, to the chapter!

Chapter 3:

Previously: Harry was found by the Starks alongside the direwolves pups, stayed with them for a few weeks then went travelling to find magic. He was called back from Skagos by Ned when Bran fell and healed him. The King, drunk, made him Lord of Harrenhall to spite his wife, and they are now departing Winterfell.

They departed Winterfell the next day. Harry promised to come back with news every few days, and every one was quite happy. He even said he would bring Ned and the children back sometimes so they could spend time with Catlyn and their brothers. Everyone was much less depressed after that. Ned offered Harry a horse, since he didn't have one, again, and they started their travel amongst the King's party.

Most of the time Harry rode with Tyrion and Jon, and Bran and Arya too. At first Harry ached from the travels. He couldn't really use warming spells, because anyone could notice that he was the only one in the whole column not covered in snow. And he had never really learnt to ride a horse for a long period of time. It was extremely different from riding a broom, and he had never ridden a broom for days on end. So he ached, he was tired and cold, and it seemed he was the only one to suffer, which seemed to worsen it all. Even Bran was confortable riding from sunrise to sundown, and the boy was eight! Harry knew it wasn't very nice, but he would have been much happier if everyone had been suffering as he was.

The only good part was that at least they camped very comfortably, Lord Stark having invited Harry to camp with him and his children. The servants always rode first when night came near and prepared everything for the party's arrival. The slowness of it all was also maddening. Even the King was tired of it. The Queen's great carriage moved sluggishly and got stuck in what seemed like every smallest hole in the road. After a week of travel Harry got finally used to riding all day. He still ached at night but it was much more bearable. After that he and Jon, sometimes with Tyrion when he didn't ride with the Queen, explored the lands surrounding the road, finding beautiful half frozen waterfalls or small villages and beautiful snowy landscapes.

One day Harry and Jon found Arya fighting with the butcher's son, Mikah.

Harry heard the sound of wood clashing on wood first. They had gotten a bit lost in the forest, although they were both quite capable of finding their way back to the King's Road if needed.

Harry asked, "What do you think it is?"

"Some boys playing with sticks, probably," Jon answered.

They entered the clearing to find Arya and a boy they didn't know fighting. Arya was distracted by their arrival and the boy hit her on the shoulder. She winced, the boy reddened and panicked when he saw them.

"Arya, what are you doing?" Jon asked.

"I'm learning to fight." She said stubbornly.

"Father wouldn't like it." Jon answered.

"Oh, leave her be, Jon. I, for one, believe that girls are quite capable of learning how to fight. I had a friend, once, she could have taken your sword before you even blinked." Harry grinned at Arya.

"Really? Will you teach me?"

"Arya," Harry said with a patronizing tone, her face immediately saddening "you know as well as I do that I would be the worst teacher to ever exist, as I am probably worst than you at sword fighting." This made Arya grin again.

"And what about you, boy, you want to be a knight?"

The boy reddened and bowed.

"I'm sorry, my Lord," he said, "I…"

"It's quite alright. I would wager the little monster made you fight," Harry said. Then he looked at Arya. "Listen, Arya. You are not a man, and you will never be as strong as a man." Before Arya started to answer, Harry stopped her by raising his hand. "But that doesn't mean that you can't beat a man, it just means that you have to learn another way of fighting. When I was in Skagos, I heard that in the east they have fighters who don't use longswords as knights do, but fight faster and with more grace than any knight. I am sure that a teacher of such arts could be found for you in King's Landing. If you want, I can come with you and Jon to speak to your father about this. I have a few convincing arguments to make."

Arya seemed so eager she might jump higher than the top of the trees. Harry grinned.

"But that doesn't mean that I have to stop training with Micah," she said.

Harry frowned a bit.

"Listen, Arya… Jon and I are your friends, but there are those, here and in King's Landing, who are not. What would happen if someone other than us had found you fighting with your friend? Some Lannister guardsmen?" Harry paused, watching her. "I will tell you. He would have thought the boy was really attacking you, or he might just say that afterwards, it makes no difference. Then he would have hurt your friend. What would you have done then?"

"I would have defended Micah!" Arya proclaimed.

"I believe you would have tried, Arya. But you are not trained yet, and he might have really hurt you. And then Nymeria might have attacked him. Afterwards, he would say that your wolf attacked him out of nowhere. You know the Lannisters dislike the direwolves. The Queen would have said they are too dangerous to let alive, and the King might have let her slay them all, Nymeria, Lady, Ghost, Night and Bran's unnamed wolf too."

Arya was pale, now, and looking at Night, Ghost and Nymeria with horror.

"But Micah is my friend. And they wouldn't hurt anyone."

"I know that, and you know that, but the Lannisters won't care, your enemies won't care. So you must not give them any way to hurt you like this. Keep playing with Micah, but play at other games, not ones that could be seen badly. And then we will speak to your father and see what he has to say in King's Landing. Alright?"

Arya looked at him for a while, then she nodded.

"Come, Micah, we can play hide and seek," she said.

Harry grinned as the children left Jon and him alone in the clearing.

"That was incredible," Jon said suddenly.

Harry turned to him, startled.

"What? Why?"

"In a few minutes, you talked Arya out of training at sword fighting with a butcher's boy and taught her to be wary of the Lannisters."

"Do you really think it wrong for her to learn to fight?"

Jon thought about if for a moment, then answered, "no, not really. She is better than most boys her age, and with a bow too. And I think you're right about learning a different style of fighting. I simply agree with you that it's reckless of her to fight with her friend like this."

Harry smiled. Yes, Jon was clever, and kind too. He might loose some of his backwards prejudices sooner than Harry had thought.

Travelling was so slow, Harry was bored out of his mind after two weeks. He had taken Jon and Tyrion both to the Wall, spoken with Bran and Tommen and even Joffrey, followed the King's few hunting explorations, but he was bored. So when Tyrion came to him, Harry would have done almost anything to escape his boredom.

"With this dreadful carriage my sister insists on riding in, we should be at the crossroad's in by the middle of next week. But for someone who would go faster, it is only a day away.

"Oh?"

"Yes. So, I was thinking, you wouldn't happen to have a way to ride very fast for more than two people? Without a horse, perhaps?"

Harry thought about it, then grinned.

"I might. Why?"

"The Inn is just a two days ride away from Harrenhall."

That interested Harry greatly.

"Oh! That's a great idea. But how will we explain our absence?"

"I thought we might say we rode to the Inn to wait there. My sister will certainly not be saddened by my absence."

Harry grinned.

"We will go with Jon, if he agrees."

They left the next morning, riding with just two Lannister guardsmen and Tyrion's squire, a boy named Podrick Pane, followed by Night and Ghost. Harry signaled to stop the horses once they were out of sight of the main party.

He jumped off his own horse and Tyrion and Jon did the same.

Watching the three men, Harry spoke, "we will stay here. You will ride to the Crossroad Inn with our horses and get rooms for us. There is nothing strange about this, and you will not speak of it to anyone."

Harry had placed a strong compulsion charm on the three men. They took the horses and left. Before they did so Harry placed an illusion of Tyrion, him and Jon on the three horses.

"How are we going to travel, then?" Tyrion asked, as excited as a child. Jon had ridden Harry's broom with Harry too, when they had gone to the Wall, but it was much too small for the three of them to ride together.

Harry searched his pouch for a moment, took a miniature motorcycle out of it and placed it on the ground. Then he tapped it with his finger and let it expand back to its original size. Sirius's bike, perfect.

Tyrion and Jon were looking at it with wide eyes.

"This is called a motorcycle. It belonged to a friend of mine. The original thing is not magical; it uses technology and is perfectly usable by any man or woman. However my friend tweaked it a bit, and now it can also fly and turn invisible. Tyrion, I think you will be more confortable in the side car," Harry said, pointing to the thing. He helped Tyrion get in and stuck his feet to the ground. Then he jumped on the bike and tapped the seat behind him for Jon to follow. They must have looked very strange, with Jon's sword falling off one side of the bike, and their capes behind them. Harry refrained from laughing.

"What about Night and Ghost?"

"Night is used to me levitating him when I travel by flying. We will see what Ghost's reaction is. If he doesn't agree with it, we will leave him here and I will pick him up as soon as we arrive."

In the end Ghost was a bit startled but came along just fine. Harry turned both wolves invisible, because he didn't want people thought mad because they said they had seen a giant flying wolf or two.

He turned the bike on, happy that it ran on magic and not on gas or he would have been in trouble. Tyrion and Jon were both tense beside him, but Harry simply grinned and started to drive on the road. Once he was going fast enough he pressed the flight button and took off. Only then did he turn them invisible. Sirius had been clever enough to make it so they could still see the bike and each other, which was very useful.

"So, I follow the road until I find the Inn, and then south and a bit west, is that right?" Harry asked.

"Yes", Tyrion said, looking everywhere. They were going fast, a good 150 kilometers per hour, and reached the Inn less than 2 hours later.

"Follow the road to Darry," Tyrion said.

"You said the King's party will only arrive here in a week", Jon said. "It didn't seem like such a long way."

"Oh, but it is. Even by horse, my men won't be there until tomorrow at this time. We are going faster than anything I have ever seen, except of course Harry's way of travel."

Harry was grinning, and following the road.

"When will we arrive, do you think?" Harry asked a while later.

"If we keep this pace, in less than an hour, certainly."

"Good. I've brought some things to eat, so maybe we can have a pick-nick? And then I would have liked to find out the limits of my domain, if you're not too tired of riding on the bike."

Jon and Tyrion both seemed to agree that they wouldn't tire soon of riding through the clouds, especially since Harry's magic kept them warm and safe.

They were getting out of the white mist of a cloud when they saw it. Harrenhall, the biggest fortress ever built by men. On the road amongst the King's party Tyrion had tried to describe it to Harry, but no words could explain the magnitude of the thing. The curtain walls were massive, obscuring everything inside them except the five highest towers. The walls themselves were as high as mountain cliffs, and as large as any house Harry had ever seen. Harry had been impressed by Winterfell's size, but compared to this gigantic castle it could have been a farm.

"Wow" Harry said.

Even mostly destroyed by dragonfire and numerous centuries, the fortress was immense. The curtain walls, while eroded by time, were in good condition. Obviously, dragonfire had not touched them. Harry directed the bike to fly over the half ruin, inspecting it from up high.

Other than the five towers, there were buildings, a Great Hall, gigantic edifices Harry couldn't have named from their position. Tyrion pointed to them, naming some, these were kitchens, twice as large as Hogwart's Great Hall, those were stables, and had once upon a time housed a thousand horses.

It was bigger than any castle Harry had ever heard of. It seemed built by giants.

Looking at it all, Harry estimated he would need at least a week to repair it, even with the help of the Elder Wand. But first, he would have to do the actual hardest part, the illusion. That wouldn't take as long, but it would be harder. However it would be much easier than what he had anticipated. Because of the sheer tallness of the curtain walls, from the ground outside Harrenhall one could only see the five towers, which meant that he would only have to place an illusion on those, and some courtyards inside perhaps. That would be much easier than placing an illusion on all of it.

They landed in an empty field near the fortress, and Harry erected invisibility shields before deactivating the bike's.

Harry turned to his friends as they dismounted the bike, "Okay, as long as you don't go too far, nobody can see us."

He then turned the wolves visible again and flew them to the ground, so they might run around freely.

"Invisibility is really one of your most useful talents," Tyrion said, looking around.

Harry grinned.

From his pouch he took different plates of food he had laced with preservation charms.

As they ate and drank, Harry had brought some wine too, out of a flagon he had enchanted while he travelled so that it would always stay full, they spoke.

"So this is how you intend to feed the children?" Tyrion said.

"What children?" Jon asked, eyebrow raised.

"I want to educate my people, seeing as I am supposed to rule over them, I would rather not rule over morons. I will open a school, with teachers, so that every child can learn to read and write, and learn mathematics and history and other things. I have not decided what yet. I will offer free meals for the children and warm clothes, too. But no, I didn't create this food, that is a feat even magic can't achieve. I just put it in my pouch for safekeeping on the journey. By the way, Tyrion, do you know how long the road is from the farthest village on my lands to Harrenhall?"

"Walking, a day or so, I would say. On horseback, less than six hours."

"Ah, that might be a problem. Are there roads to every village?"

"Normally, yes, although it is your job to make sure they are safe and kept usable. I believe Lady Whent left most of her domain go to quite a waste."

"That will have to be changed. If I buy horses I can have carriages pick the children up from each village to bring them here, and then bring them back. Do you think the people will be against it?"

"They will probably see the use for their children to learn reading and such things, but will they trust their children to the roads? I do not know." Tyrion said.

"I will have armed men accompany the children, if need be. So, there are people in Harrenhall right now?"

"Yes, of course. The Lady Whent had a Castellan, certainly, and he must have heard the news of your nomination, I would think. He must await you, and your men with him."

"Do you think they will obey me? I am young, and they don't know me."

"You are rich, Harry. Double each soldier's pension, they will all be yours."

"That's a good idea, actually. What else?"

"Well, the fact that you will appear without horses or guards will seem quite suspicious, even with us by your side," Jon said.

"Do you think? If needed, I can transfigure some horses for a little while, an hour or so. It's complicated, and a bit tiring. And there is the problem of relocating the soldiers and the people living in Harrenhall while I repair it."

"Could you not tell them that you are a magician?" Jon asked.

"It would be learned in King's Landing almost immediately," Tyrion said.

"I have a way of making sure a man keeps my secrets," Harry said, thinking. "Yes, that might work. Oh, yes! "

As Jon and Tyrion watched Harry took a scroll of parchment and a quill out of his pouch and started to write.

"I swear to serve Harry Potter loyally until I tell him otherwise in person and never share his secrets with one who doesn't know them."

"What will that do?" Jon asked.

"When I have enchanted it, any who puts his blood on the parchment willingly will have to obey it. It is more than an oath, because you can betray an oath, but this makes you unable to disobey it. If the parchment is destroyed or if you did not enter the pact willingly, then and only then you can disobey."

"So even torture and bribery will not work?" Tyrion asked.

"Yes. But it couldn't work for you, sorry, it needs to have something to do with a wizard, so with me, since I'm the only one here, because it feeds off my magic. It's very little, I won't even feel it, but it still does."

"But why don't you write that they must always serve you loyally?"

"Because I don't wish to have slaves, or to go against someone's will. If they decide they want to go away, then it's their decision. If they decide they want to betray me, that's different. You understand?"

Jon and Tyrion both nodded.

"So, we go to the gates on fake horses, announce ourselves, and I take my post as Lord of Harrenhall. Then I tell every man, woman and child that they need to sign this if they want to stay in my employ. How many people do you think there are in the castle?"

"Around 50 servants, and 400 men at arms." Tyrion said. "At least that was the number when Lady Whent was alive."

"Okay. Tyrion, I'm sorry, but since I'm young, I don't want these people to assume that you have… control over me…" Harry said, grimacing. "Sorry, no way to say that kindly. I think I should talk with the Castellan with only Jon with me."

"I agree, Harry, do not worry, we are friends, and I can understand such things quite well. I will go take a bath while you speak to your men and servants and make your little speech."

Harry smiled at Tyrion.

"Thank you. I have a spell that can tell me if there is anyone in a certain area. So once I make sure everyone has signed, I will explain that I am a wizard. I will not speak of the other world stuff, or the fact that I can't really die, and I won't go into specifics about my powers, but I will say that I will use them to make the region prosper and to built Harrenhall back up."

"Do mention that you are a healer, too, Harry. They will like that," Tyrion said.

"I will, then."

They rode to the main gate on their fake horses. Harry had transfigured the horses out of rocks, and they were beautiful and imposing. The three of them looked quite lordly, up there, with Ghost and Night in front of them.

"Who comes at the gates?" asked a guard standing on one side of the drawbridge.

"I am Harry Potter, Lord of Harrenhall, and these are my companions, Jon Stark and Tyrion Lannister."

The man stepped away immediately; obviously they had been heard of his appointment. On their horses the three men crossed the gigantic walls. They were so large that they passed 12 murder holes before exiting the strange tunnel. Even the courtyard they found was vast, and mostly empty too. A small man arrived, out of breath, just a few minutes after they had given their horses to the Master of Horses.

"My Lords," the small man bowed, "I am Albert Krane, councellor to the late Lady Whent, and Castellan of this Castle since her death."

"Ser Albert," Harry said, "I am Harry Potter, Lord of Harrenhall by the grace of the King. May I present my companions, Jon Stark and Tyrion Lannister?"

The small man bowed again.

"Yes, I have already met Lord Tyrion, My Lord. Lord Jon looks remarkably like his father."

"Thank you, Ser," Jon answered.

"My Lord, have you had a long journey? Rooms can be made available at once. I am deeply sorry for not greeting you sooner, we were not expecting you so soon."

"It is quite alright. We left the King's party not long ago. I believe Lord Tyrion wanted some rest and a bath, but I would like to speak to you," Harry said.

The man nodded and signaled for two servants.

"You will show our guest Lord Lannister to his chambers." said the Castellan. The two servants nodded and left with Tyrion waddling behind them.

"If it pleases my Lord, we can speak in the late Lady Whent's study."

Harry nodded and Jon and him followed the little man.

The study was old and dirty, and quite damp as well, although it was bigger than most rooms in Winterfell. Harry would have to clean all these things up.

"Ser Albert," Harry started once the three of them were seated and the servant had left, "I do not know you and you do not know me. I would like for you to stay here at my service in Harrenhall, because the people, my people now, know you, and the known is always reassuring. However, I will not keep you here against your will. If you wish to leave my service, I will not hold it against you, and will pay you whatever pension you and Lady Whent had agreed upon."

The old man looked at him.

"May I speak freely, My Lord?"

"When we are alone or with Jon, always", Harry answered.

The old man nodded, as if that meant something more than what Harry had said.

"When the first raven arrived here from the King, with orders to prepare for your arrival, I was disquieted. You are quite young, and if I understand it correctly, you are not from a very prominent noble family, even in the North. I was afraid you would be one of these brash young men that I see all day, who will fight anyone who dares insult them, who will foolishly spend their money for everything but their people, or something of the sort. But you are not, and I see it now. The fact that you offered me my liberty, and payment for services not to you but to your people, mean a lot. The fact that you are willing to hear my counsels means a lot more. I will stay, if it pleases you."

Harry had listened attentively, but he smiled then to the old man.

"Yes. I am happy to find someone who will be able to tell me what I have to know. I have a lot of things to discuss with you, but first I must have something of you. It is perhaps not quite done this way in this land, but if I must have only one extravagance, I would wish it to be this one. Jon?"

Harry had given the scroll to Jon after enchanting it, so that he would not have to take it out of his pouch in front of the people of the castle.

Harry took the scroll and opened it.

"In my land," Harry explained, showing what was written, "when someone promises something to someone else, they do so in writing. Then the person who promises cuts his finger and signs with a touch of blood. Will you allow this?"

The old man nodded. They had some things of the sort; it was not so uncommon in the south, for marriage agreements for example. He cut his finger open gently and placed it just under the written words.

Once the blood had dried, Harry nodded and Jon took back the scroll.

"Well, now we have a few things to discuss. Do you know why King Robert made me Lord of Harrenhall?"

"The raven said you had saved Lord Stark's son."

Harry smiled.

"Yes, that is true. Jon's brother Bran fell from a tower in Winterfell. His spine was broken and, if he had lived, he would never have walked again. I healed him."

Ser Albert raised an eyebrow, looking very doubtful. Harry smiled, gently took his hand where he had pricked his finger, and sent his magic to heal the cut. The man looked, astonished, as his finger healed suddenly, leaving perfect skin behind.

"So, I healed him," Harry continued. "His Grace only made me part of his court, but the Queen angered him by implying that Bran's life wasn't worth that much, and he answered by making me the Lord of Harrenhall." Harry paused, looking at his own hands. "If I was just a healer, I would probably make quite a bad Lord. I cannot use a sword even if my life depends on it, I don't know much about politics, or economy, and I have grand ideals that will probably take decades to achieve. But, fortunately, I am not just a healer. I have other powers, although the King is not aware of them. He might feel frightened by them, if he knew, and since I have absolutely no desire for the Iron Throne, I would rather not fight him. If you want any proof of these powers, call a servant in."

Ser Albert went to the door, a little frightened, and opened it, calling a servant. A boy entered, younger than Jon. He bowed to Harry and Jon.

"Tell the boy what I have just said," Harry ordered Ser Albert.

"Our Lord has… requested a flask of wine."

The boy bowed and left.

Ser Albert looked at Harry, uncomprehending.

"My tongue would not speak the words. How is this possible?"

"The parchment you have just signed was enchanted. You will have to obey it. You will not be able to share any of my secrets, and you will have to act loyally to me until you decide to quit my service."

"I see… So you intend to make everyone in the castle sign this parchment?"

"Yes, exactly. I have other powers, too, but, well, you shall see them tomorrow. Now, I want to speak to everyone in the Castle, even the poorest kitchen wench. I will tell them that I have decided to double their pay, but need to count them, and this is why I need everyone's signature. They will need to know what they sign for, and as I assume most of them cannot read, I will speak to them first."

"My Lord, as your advisor, I must tell you that there is not much money in the coffers."

"I did tell you that I have magical powers, right?" Harry asked with a grin.

The man nodded.

"Very well. I will address the people in half an hour, will you have time to find them all?"

"Yes, My Lord. If it pleases you, the Great Hall is big enough to host everyone twice."

"Perfect. How do I find my way there?"

Ser Albert opened the door of the study, and there was a servant waiting there.

"My Lord, this is Aldric, he will be your personal servant, if he pleases you?"

"Yes. Aldric? Will you show us to the Great Hall?"

"Yes, My Lord," the servant answered. He was in his early twenties, with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He looked nice enough, and brought them to the Hall quickly, even though he eyed the two wolves with some fright.

It was really immense. It was bigger than Winterfell's Great Hall, maybe four times as big, and airily empty. People were waiting in front of the main doors, they could hear them, but Aldric showed them another way in, so that Harry could enter the Hall before his people.

There was a very big black chair in the middle of the dais, and Harry guessed it was supposed to be his.

"Thank you, Aldric. You can go wait with the others."

The man bowed and left.

Harry looked around, then transfigured a piece of broken glass into a table, which he put on the right of the room. When the doors opened some time later, he was ready. Ser Albert entered first, and Harry gestured for him to stand at the table. All his people entered afterwards, servants and men at arms, guards and kitchen wenches.

Harry greeted them on his feet, but right in front of his seat so that there could be no mistake as to who he was. Night and Ghost stood guard on each side of him, and Jon to his right.

When everyone had entered he sent his spell. Outside the room there was only one human, and he guessed it must be Tyrion. A man came to greet him, and Harry recognized a Maester by his chain. He nodded to the man but did not speak for some time.

"People of Harrenhall," Harry called. "I am Harry Potter, Lord of this castle by the grace of his Grace King Robert Baratheon, First of his name, for services rendered to the Crown. You do not know me, but I will try my best to be a good Lord to all my people. As I take my seat in this Great Hall, I need to know exactly who works here, how many people are at my service. I am not a southerner. Where I come from we write down our oaths and sign them in blood. This is the oath I would like you all to sign. ""I swear to serve Harry Potter loyally until I tell him otherwise in person and never share his secrets with one who doesn't know them." Each person who signs this will see his or her pension doubled. If you do not wish to swear your loyalty to me, you must leave Harrenhall at once. Ser Albert will call upon you and write your name on the scroll. You will then cut your finger and press the blood in front of your name. Every child over the age of five must sign this. Once you have signed it, please wait on the other side of the room and do not depart, for I have important information to give to you." Harry paused, looking at the crowd he was supposed to rule. "I, Harry Potter, do swear to serve Harrenhall as its Lord and to make its people prosper."

Harry sat down on his high seat as everyone in the room bowed. It was a very strange feeling, knowing these people were his to command and his to protect.

Harry then watched as Ser Albert first called the Knights at his service. They would tell their name, Albert would write it, then they would cut their finger and press it on the parchment. Harry would nod at each of them, trying and failing to remember their names. Well, he had time, he would work on it. He had seen how Lord Stark always ate with at least one of his men, and he would do the same, maybe even two at once to go faster. Yes, that would be a good idea, plus his knights of course.

He saw that there were numerous children, too, living inside the walls of Harrenhall. There were at least 60 of them. Well, that was good; he would start with teaching these.

Tyrion had been right, there were technically around 50 servants and 400 men at arms, but there were also the wives of some of the men, and their children, and the children of the servants and the knights who lived at the castle. All in all, it was closer to 600 people.

And he was supposed to rule them. Hell, he was supposed to rule a lot more than just these, but he could start with these.

Two and a half hour later, Ser Albert was calling for the last serving girl, and there was no one left on his side of the room.

"Very well." Harry said, "now that everyone has signed the parchment, I have an announcement to make. I am not a Lord like other Lords. I have been granted some powers by the Gods, and use them to heal and to prosper. It is how I served the Crown, by healing one of Lord Stark's sons. The King is aware of my healing powers, but not of any other power. Tomorrow, and the following week, I shall use my powers to restore Harrenhall to it's former glory. I will work on different parts of the castle every day. I shall use my powers to make Harrenhall prosper and shine again as one of the most beautiful castles of the south."

People seemed shocked and disbelieving, even Ser Albert, but Harry knew they would not believe him until he actually did something.

"You are dismissed."

Every one bowed and left, except the knights, who would want to speak to him, Harry knew.

Harry stood up once the servants and most men at arms had left.

"Sers, I have tried to remember your names as I you told them, but I am afraid I cannot yet remember all of them. You will have to remind me until I do. Please, speak freely."

"My Lord, you said you had powers…" a young man said hesitantly. Harry grimaced. Of course, that was the first thing. Oh, well, he could make a small show. He looked around at the dirty room, with broken windows and discolored paintings, and thought "reparo" with as much intent as he could.

The men gasped, even Jon and Ghost seemed quite startled, which made Harry smile. Night had not moved an inch, even as the ground under him was thoroughly washed of all dirt and as the windows repaired themselves. The wolf was getting so used to magic Harry sometimes thought he would start flying on his own one of these days.

"Does this answer your question, Ser…?"

"Ser Ethan Darnt, My Lord. And yes, My Lord, it does. What is this power, My Lord?"

"It is sadly not a power that can be learned by everyone, and I do not know of any other Westerosi who has the ability. However, it is a power which, when not used for cleaning or showing off, is used for good."

The men laughed and the tension started to disappear.

Harry spent an hour with his men, then told them he had to retire, as his journey had tired him. Jon had made fast friends with the younger knights, and Harry was pleased. Aldric was waiting for him just beside the Hall's doors.

"If it pleases My Lord, I am to bring you to your chambers."

"Yes," Harry answered. He would ask Aldric to call him Harry in private, but he thought the man would react badly right now. He would maybe wait a few weeks.

Harry found his chambers strangely arranged, and noticed why quite soon. The Lady Whent had let her castle go to ruin, or near enough. She only used the first three floors of each building, leaving the others to rot away. Harry would have to fix that. The normal chambers of the Lord must have been somewhere else in the castle, but that place must have rotten away now, and so they had been moved here. Well, it could wait a few days.

"How did Lady Whent organize dinners?"

"My Lady was a very private woman, My Lord. She usually ate alone or with a confidante, when there was no company, at least."

"Well, this shall be over. I will eat in the Dining Hall. Lord Jon and Lord Tyrion will be at the high table, as well as the highest-ranking officers amongst the men, my knights, Ser Albert and the Maester, plus two men chosen amongst the men at arms."

"Men at arms, My Lord?" The servant asked, apparently startled.

"Yes, two men chosen at random, changing each night. I would know my guards."

"Very well, My Lord."

"Oh, and please summon Ser Albert to my chambers and ask him to bring maps of the castle."

Aldric bowed and went outside, probably to give Harry's orders. There were trained servants, he knew, whose sole purpose was to transmit orders from one person to the other, since most of them could not read or write. Aldric came back inside.

"Have some wine sent in, and some food too. Fruits, maybe. And please tell Jon and Tyrion that they may join me and Ser Albert as we see to the reparations needed for Harrenhall."

Aldric bowed and went outside again. Harry was looking outside his window at a half fallen tower and petting Night when Ser Albert knocked and entered.

"My Lord, I have brought the plans."

"Very well, you may put them here, on the table. Tell me, is there an intendant, or do you take care of the finances of the castle?"

"I take care of them, My Lord. But, as I told you, since Lady Whent's death, the finances are quite low."

Harry nodded.

"How much do I pay my men, after doubling the money? And the servants, and the total cost of simply paying and feeding these people?"

"Roughly around two hundred golden dragons a moon, My Lord."

"Really? That's it?"

"Yes, My Lord."

"Well, that's quite cheap. How many stags does that make?

"Well, it's something approaching 40 000 silver stags, My Lord.

"Very well."

Harry had created this little box a few days before, as he was thinking of how to check on his intendant's finances while not having to give him pouches of gold every two seconds.

"This box is enchanted. It takes money from somewhere safe where I placed my gold, and brings it to you." The box was made of wood with some metal, quite cheap and very normal looking. To make sure not to loose it Harry had engraved his words on the top, in the mouth of a growling direwolf. Harry opened the box to show Ser Albert that it was empty. "Now, if you say the right password and the number of coins you want, it will bring it to you. Your password is "Lord Castellan". Try it.

"Lord Castellan, 10 golden dragons." Ser Albert said, and he looked like a child at Halloween. Except Halloween didn't exist here… Well, the look on Ser Albert's face as he opened the box was quite priceless.

"You have no limit for the expenses of the castle, as long as they are needed expenses. However, please remember that I can always do this. How much Lord Castellan?" Harry asked after taking the dragons out and closing the box again. He opened the box and on a piece of parchment was written '10 golden dragons'.

"So you can know how much is taken out of the box."

"Yes. Do know that as long as you use the money for the good of the people, I will never refuse you."

"Am I the only one who can access this box?"

"It will be in your office, at least until I think of a better place, but if anyone requests access to it, you will grant it. Only one person can use one password. If I try to use the box with your password, it will not work. But I will give other passwords to other people. The Maester, once I have truly met him, so he can start building a very big library. I like books."

Ser Albert smiled.

"And the fact that every password is different allows you to know exactly how much each one has taken."

"Well, yes, but please do not let the fact disturb you, I will probably not check much anyway. I simply would rather have a failsafe I never use rather than an emergency and no failsafe."

"Yes, I understand perfectly. I think, other than the obvious magical character that I cannot grasp completely, that it is truly quite ingenious."

Harry smiled under the praise, even if he had stolen the idea from muggle corporation passwords.

"So, let's see these maps, shall we?" Harry said, turning away from the box.

The layout of the castle of Harrenhall was fairly simple. There was an outer wall, a Godswood, five main towers, so high even the smallest of them was half again the size of the highest tower of Winterfell. The curtain walls were so thick whole buildings were contained inside, with quarters for more men at arms than Harry would probably ever have. A stone bridge ten meters wide linked two of the towers. The great Hall was so big it could host an entire army. All in all, it was much too big for Harry to live in.

But, thankfully, Harry had other ideas about what to do with all that empty space. It was quite perfect, actually.

"It might sound like a strange question to you, but how many children between 6 and 12 would you say live on my lands?"

Ser Albert pondered the question.

"Roughly around three thousand, My Lord."

Well, that was more than Tyrion had believed, but it didn't change much of anything.

"Very well. So, how many men would you say we would need to guard this castle if it was uh… completely repaired."

"If we can feed them and pay them, two thousand men would not be too much, My Lord."

"Two thousand men. Would it be hard to find them? Supposing we offered to train them first?"

"Train them, My Lord?"

"Well, yes. We don't want stupid unhelpful guards, do we? We want good fighters able to protect the castle in an emergency. And we could also buy their equipment, if needed."

Ser Albert looked at him for a moment.

"If we provide all equipment, train them and pay them, there is no question that we can find the men quite easily."

"Perfect. Ah, Tyrion, Jon, you came."

"Took us long enough. The King offered you a monstrosity, Harry. I thought it seamed big from far away, try actually walking through the corridors," Jon answered as he came through the door after Tyrion.

Harry smirked.

"Oh, don't worry, I have great ideas to help people go up and down. You will love it." Harry said.

"So, these are the maps of the castle when it was built?" Tyrion asked.

"Yes, Lord Tyrion."

"Okay. So, Ser Albert, here is what I am going to do. As you may have gathered, I do not wish to show my powers to everyone who might be watching. But, obviously, if I do the repairs I want to do quickly, people will notice what I did, and questions will be asked. So, I will have to place an illusion that there are people working here to repair the castle.

My idea is this. Once the illusion is placed, it will look from the outside as if the castle is being repaired. From the inside, however, everyone will be able to see that it is already repaired. I can place the illusion in the entrance courtyard, so that deliveries and messengers do not see anything amiss. Do you think it might work?"

"I do not see why not, My Lord."

"Very well. So, initially I thought placing the illusion would be quite hard, because it has to change as the time passes. However, I have now realized, because of the hugeness of this castle, that from the outside no one can see anything but the five towers, so I have only to place illusions on the towers, and on the courtyard, and that will be done. It should not take me more than three hours. I will do it alone, as it probably will not be very interesting, since I won't be changing anything to the actual building. Jon, Tyrion, sorry, nothing much to see today. But if you want, while I'm out doing all the work, you can stay here and try to decide which building I should use for what. I would like to use as much space as possible. Do remember that I wish to house a school, and train my guards too." Harry paused, waiting for them to nod. "So, I will be off."

Instead of walking to the door as any sane person might, Harry walked to the window, opened it, took out his broom and jumped. He heard Ser Albert's cry of fright behind him but didn't turn to see. He turned himself invisible and flew away. Since the Hallows had merged, his magic had become very instinctive, relying only slightly on spells. He tried to use spells when he knew them, but it was just as effective to just send his intent and wait for the result. So, his idea was to place a ward-illusion, as the one that had covered Hogwarts once, in another universe. As long as you didn't enter a certain perimeter and you were a muggle the only thing you saw was a ruin. The perimeter ward existed because muggle parents sometimes needed to come to Hogwarts, and then they would be guided through the gates and the illusion would disappear. Harry didn't need to bother about muggles or wizards, since he was now quite sure he was the only wizard. If not, they would have noticed him. Or they would have had some kind of spell that would have stopped him from making gold. So the first thing he needed was to create a perimeter. That was fairly easy. He flew just outside he huge walls, and when he reached the main entrance courtyard, he flew along it's internal walls to make sure people coming there would still see the illusion. He let his magic trail after him to create a mental not-quite-circle. Once that was done, he concentrated on the image he wanted to give, the towers as they were now, nothing more, nothing less. After a while he saw the images superposing. Yes, he was almost there. Now, the trickiest part, which would have been so much harder if he had needed to do more than just the five towers and one courtyard, was the actual building with time thing. That was hard. Still, he pictured how he wanted the castle to look, and ways in between, people on great wooden constructions rebuilding the towers.

Harry was out of breath by the time he was finished, but quite happy with himself. His illusion was a dome on the castle, and no one would see anything of what he would be doing during the next few days. He was really excited to start his work. He grinned and came back inside his chambers through his window.

Jon and Tyrion were still there.

"Ah, Harry, here you are. Dinner will be served in half an hour. I told a servant to come and get us here." Tyrion said.

"Thank you. So, any progress?"

"We have played dice a lot," Jon said, "and not thought much on it. "

Harry grinned at him.

"Well, we do have half an hour."

Tyrion spoke "So, I was thinking, you will need to host your teachers, right? So I thought you might take one tower for the teachers, another for the classes, and, depending on how you see things, a third to host your students."

"Host the students?"

"Well, according to Ser Albert, it would probably be a lot easier than try to bring the children back and forth," Jon explained

"We could certainly offer the choice to the parents, and it's not like I don't have the room" Harry answered.

"Exactly. So, I would say that you should keep the Kingspyre Tower and the Widow's Tower for your uses, and give the Tower of Dread, the Wailing Tower and the Tower of Ghosts for your school." Tyrion listed.

"The only sure thing is that I will need to change the towers' names or any child will run screaming."

Tyrion laughed.

"I was thinking you could use the Tower of Ghosts for the teachers. It is the smallest Tower, and a bit apart from the rest, so that they can have some privacy when they are not teaching."

"I think you're right. I have no idea how many teachers I should have, but even the smallest tower can easily host a hundred lavish chambers. Yes. And then, since the Tower of Dread is larger, I can use it for classes. And the Wailing Tower can be used for housing the children. Yes, very well. I believe we are quite done for today. We should go to the dining hall, I think."

As they weren't quite able to find their way yet, they were directed by a servant who brought them to the doors. Most men were already seated at the long tables along the room. Harry thought it would have seemed airily like Hogwarts, if not for the six rows of tables instead of four. They walked towards the dais. Jon and Tyrion sat down, Jon on Harry's right and Tyrion on his other side. Harry sat at the chair in the middle, feeling weird that everybody was waiting for him to eat first. He would just have to get used to it.

The servants immediately started to bring their dinner. It was quite simple, but nice enough, some roasted meat, vegetables, soups, salads, and some very good wine. Harry was partial to the Harbor Gold, himself, but preferred not to drink much that night, since he would have much to do the next day.

He spoke to his knights and to the two men at arms who had joined him. He learned their names, and they spoke of their lives, one of them had a wife and three children already, the other one was younger and unmarried. It was a good night.

Harry woke up bright and early, as he always did, since Night licked his face as soon as the sun was too high for his liking. Harry groaned. He had seen, on the map, that there was a big Godswood, and decided to take Night there after breaking his fast.

Aldric must have heard him moving because he came inside.

"Good morning, My Lord."

"Morning, Aldric. I will take a bath, and then break my fast. If they are awake, have someone tell Jon and Tyrion that they may join me if they wish to."

The young man bowed and went outside. Harry stretched, watching the hearth where wood was still burning. Obviously someone must have come in the night to add wood. Harry wondered if he would ever get used to having servants. It wasn't as if he could simply throw them all out, and it would be expected by any guest anyway.

Tyrion and Jon had drunk more than him the day before. He returned from the Godswood without Night and found them both at his table, breaking their fast.

"Good Morning. I trust you slept well?"

"Yes. Now, can we see some real magic today?" Tyrion asked, with the enthusiasm of a child.

Harry laughed but nodded.

"Once you have finished eating. We will start in the Tower of Ghosts. You can try to find a name more pleasing than "Tower of teachers" while you finish."

They almost got lost on their way to the tower, but the fact that raising their head they could always see the tower helped a lot once outside.

Harry took out the Elder Wand, for he would need its strength. He needed to create real walls, just as he created gold, not simply transfigured it for a while. That took strength and concentration. The wand would provide both.

"You need to stay outside until I tell you otherwise," Harry said to his two friends. You can watch with the doors open, but please don't come in, it could be dangerous.

Once that was said, he started to work. He had thought of what he wanted to have exactly on the way there.

The first floor would be simple. One big, airy room, with a lot of light and a high ceiling, where the teachers could meat each other, speak together or whatever teachers did. They might speak of their students or something of the sort. But in the middle of the room he made an elevator. As it would run on magic it would probably last longer than the stones it was made of, but Harry still cut a staircase inside the wall. Technically it should have meant that the tower couldn't stand it's own weight, but when one was a wizard, such things hardly mattered. Harry simply strengthened the walls, and that was it. On the first floor Harry spent much time, finding out how much magic he should put for which intent. The second floor was much easier. He created three rooms, sorts of meeting rooms. The elevator was cylindrical so that it would fit any number of rooms he wished for. Once it arrived at a floor the elevator's walls would open from the middle, one up and one down. Then you could open whichever door you wanted, in this case one out of three, and enter the meeting room.

All floors from the third up would be similar in basic construction. He would create four chambers per floor. There would be four small servant rooms too, so that each teacher could have a servant. One of the easiest spells there were was the "Aguamenti" and variations therein. He put running water in each apartment but let them bare. He simply cut them into four spaces, a parlor, a bedroom, a study and a bathroom, with a heart to warm the rooms. Each apartment was quite large, as the tower was roughly 300 square meters per floor. After the first five floors Harry had learned how to do everything. Tyrion and Jon stayed a bit behind him each time, but he let them observe as he created new walls and tore others downs. He cleaned and strengthened everything, leaving the stones sparkling after his passage.

The sixth floor was the first broken one. There was no seventh floor anymore, except part of its wall, and the wooden floor was rotten because of rain and snow. Harry cleaned away all the dirt and even the plants that had grown in between stone blocks, then started to build the walls back up. This was actually much easier than he had thought it would be. He just had to copy what was bellow him and try to stay perpendicular to the ground. Easy peasy.

When he was at the ninth floor, he stopped.

"How many floors did we say it has?" He suddenly asked, looking over at Jon and Tyrion.

"Twelve. And this is the lowest tower." Jon answered.

Harry nodded and kept going.

When he reached twelve, he turned to his friends. It was strange, they were seemingly in a finished tower, brand new, except it had no top.

Harry built crenels all around, with the elevator in the middle and a small room for keeping warm and storing some things. He made sure the floor was completely waterproof and looked around happily.

"That was the fastest tower ever built, I believe" Tyrion said after a while.

"What time do you think it is?" Harry asked.

"Not late, an hour until midday, perhaps," Jon said.

"This is going much faster than I thought it would. However, we should go to the Crossroads Inn, your men will be there soon with our doubles, Tyrion."

Harry was right. After he appeared at the Inn they had flown over the day before, holding Jon and Tyrion's hands, leaving the wolves in the tower since they would not be gone long anyway, they only had to wait 20 minutes for the men to arrive. Harry took possession of the illusions and ordered their three men to wait for them there while they went behind the corner of the Inn. Behind said corner Real-Jon, Real-Tyrion and Real-Harry waited, ready to go back up on their mounts. They found Tyrion's men again and entered the Inn.

Tyrion paid for three rooms, one for him, one for Jon and Harry and one for the three men, for a week. He then asked for a meal to be sent up and told his men that him, Harry and Jon would spend their time drinking and playing cards waiting for the king. He gave them a golden dragon each and told them not to disturb them for the rest of the week. Plates should be sent up in Tyrion's room with wine for the three of them, but that was it. They would put the plates outside when they were finished. In the end they spent less than half an hour at the Inn before Harry apparated them away to Harrenhall. They landed outside the wards, so that they could check the Illusion.

"Wow, it really looks like nothing has changed", Jon said, looking at the smallest tower a bit awed again.

In the Courtyard, again, they saw nothing out of the ordinary. However, once they passed the second courtyard, the change was obvious. The old Tower of Ghosts looked completely new amongst its bent older sisters.

"So, still no idea for a name?" Harry asked, looking at the Tower.

"You know, I think the "Teachers' Tower" doesn't sound bad." Jon answered.

"I agree with Stark," Tyrion said.

"Well, until someone wiser than us renames it, so be it," Harry said. "You know, this is really going much better than I thought it would." Harry stopped as they were walking near a strange ruin. "What was that building?"

"I think it's an old Sept," Tyrion answered, looking at the shape of the ruin. "Yes, that would make sense. Most people here still worship the Old Gods, so near to the Isle of Faces, but they still would have a Sept, at least for guests."

"I've never seen a Sept, well except the small one in Winterfell Lord Stark has ordered built for his Lady wife. Let's see. Reparo!"

This time, Harry didn't have to imagine what he wanted, he only had to wait for the building to go back to how it was a long time ago. It was quite big and high too, when it wasn't a ruin.

They ate together in Harry's chambers. Afterwards Harry decided to take a break on magic. Instead, he asked a servant to bring him and his friends to the Maester's quarters.

Like almost everywhere else, it was damp and gloomy. Harry nodded to the servant that let them in and went to the Maester.

"Good day, My Lords" the man said. He was maybe forty years old, his hair just starting to grey.

"Good day, Maester. If you have some time, I would like to discuss my plans for Harrenhall with you."

The Maester nodded and gestured for them to sit down.

"I have seen what you have… done, this morning, My Lord. It is quite incredible."

Harry grinned at him.

"Thank you. So, uh, I plan to repair all of Harrenhall as I did the Tower of Ghosts this morning. It should not take me too long. But… Well, I will never have enough people to use all the parts of this castle. I will find more men to guard it, but that's not even enough. "

"Yes, My Lord, this is the largest fortress ever built in Westeros."

"Yes, quite. Also, I had an idea of trying to educate my people. I want the children to learn how to read and write, no matter their birth. I want to create some sort of school for the children to come to."

"A school, My Lord?" the Maester seemed intrigued.

"Yes. It will be open to any child between six and twelve on my lands. If the parents send their child in the morning and take them back in the afternoon, they will receive a free meal here. If they leave the child for an entire week, he will receive three free meals a day and be housed."

"Are you sure you have to money for such an endeavor, My Lord?"

"Yes, I am. Money is not the problem. Would you help me, Maester?"

"It seams very interesting, My Lord, yes, of course. I was sent to Harrenhall as some kind of punishment, do you know?"

"Punishment?" Tyrion asked.

"Well, maybe that's too strong a word. My teachers in Old Town didn't quite appreciate the fact that I wanted to change certain things. They sent me here because Lady Whent, for all that she let her castle go to ruin, was a very conservative woman and would not support my endeavors."

"Well, I'm not particularly conservative," Harry answered with a grin.

"So, what help do you need, My Lord? It seams to me you have everything quite under control."

"Well. First of all, I need to decide what to teach the children, and I need to find the teachers. Then I need to find a way to tell my people about it without creating a panic."

"My Lord, I believe that the people of this land are smart enough to understand the benefits for their children. I would say, open your school to everyone who wants to enter it. There are children abandoned every day because the parents don't have enough food or money to raise them. Offer your school as an option, at least these will take it. After a year I'm quite sure that you will have a great many children. Then, if you want, you can make your school mandatory."

Harry paused, thinking about it.

"Yes, I think that will be best. Now, as for the classes. I was thinking reading, writing, mathematics, history… and then I don't really know."

"Harry, could you not have the children taught what we were taught in Winterfell? Music and sowing for the girls, sword fighting for the boys?" Jon asked.

"I can't really have a land with only knights on it, can I?" Harry answered. "No, no learning how to fight at my school until you're twelve. However, it is not a bad idea to teach some trades too. Yes. We could have a system so that the best students, the cleverest ones, can stay and study some more after they reach 12. They can be healers, mathematicians, and inventors, whatever they wish to be. Now, we have to find teachers."

"I know a few men, friends of my youth, My Lord. They failed to become Maesters, but are quite versed in their favorite subjects. I believe they would make good teachers for the children."

"Send them a raven, offer them stay here and a very good pay. But other than the people of the Citadel, do you know where I could find others?"

"In the Free Cities, I believe, Harry," Tyrion said. "They have great mathematicians there, it's said."

"I don't know anything about the Free Cities."

"I have a few contacts there, My Lord, the late Lady Whent liked to buy silks from Braavos and Lys. I can write to them with your offer."

"Tell them that they will be tested upon arrival, but that if they do not qualify, they will be compensated for their travels here and back. I transformed the Tower of Ghosts so that it may host the Teachers. If any come and I'm not here, give him or her a guest room until I can be here, I want to speak to them before I hire them."

"Very well, My Lord."

"Also, I want to create a very large library. It will stand in the Wailing Tower, I believe, as well as the children's classes. I want you to start collecting as many books as you can, on any and all subjects. For this purpose, I left in Ser Albert's study an enchanted box. Touch it and say "Old Town" and any number of coins, and it will bring the coins to you. Ser Albert will explain if needed."

"Very well, My Lord, I shall start collecting books as soon as possible."

"Perfect. Well, then, Maester, good day. I still have a few buildings to repair."

They went to the Wailing Tower next. It was as large as the other one, about 300 square meters per floor. This tower was very poorly kept and the roof of the fourth floor was leaking water. Harry had learned from his trying to repair unrepairable things that morning that it was easier to simply vanish the thing and build it back up. He vanished the roof and the half melted stone all around him, then started to build up again. He went high enough to create three floors, then added the wooden flooring. Even though there were no books to yet put in, Harry created the shelves on which they would stand. He created wooden bookshelves on the round wall, and straight ones in the middle of the room. He added tables and chairs so that students could study, and did the same things in the two other floors.

The library done, although empty, he created the classrooms. He separated the floor in three, with an elevator and a round room around it in the center. He made each classroom with ann angled floor and stairs, so that the children in the back would be able to see as well as the children in front. Then he created desks and drawers, and blackboards for the teachers, with a dais. The rooms got bigger as you sat further away from the teacher, since they were triangles cut in a circle. Harry was quite happy with the end result. He put a heart in each classroom, because he didn't want to have to explain how exactly his rooms were always warm without it. For the next ten floors he simply copied what he had done.

"How many floors left?" Harry asked Tyrion, who had the plans in hand.

"We are on the sixteenth floor, and there should be 18 of them."

"What do I put here, do you think?" Harry asked.

"You should maybe add a few servant's quarters. If you need people to look after the children, this is the perfect place to house them." Tyrion answered.

Harry nodded and created two floors of servant's quarters.

By that time it was night, they were hungry and the diner would be served soon. They went back to their respective chambers to change, because they were covered with debris. The night supper went very well, Harry learning to know two other men at arms.

He fell asleep as soon as his head touched his pillow.

The next day, after going alone to the Inn, requesting food and drink, giving back the older plates and paying a tip, Harry went to the Tower of Dread with Jon, Night and Ghost. Tyrion was still sleeping.

"So, Ser Albert told me 2000 children live too far to come every day. There are 20 floors in this thing, so technically, I need 100 beds per floor."

What did you need to house children? Showers, toilets, beds. Okay. He could make bunk beds easily. How large was this tower? Very large, yes. So…

Harry started by making a closed room on the other side of the tower and separating it into showers and toilets. After that he created a small room for some adults to sleep with the children, with beds, desks and some space for each adult. Then he started making bunk beds and levitating them to see how they fit. When he had fifty of them, he looked, surprised. It actually didn't take that much room. The Tower was large enough that he could put the 50 beds around the room, bedhead along the round wall. When that was done he added a big wardrobe between each bed. The thing was cut in half so that one child could use one side of it and the other child the other side. It was quite nice. In the middle of the room he added some tables with chairs around them, some card games and carpets on the floor.

Making the same thing again was much quicker, since he just had to show his magic how it was one floor down, and will it to do it again. It had taken Harry one hour to make the first floor, but the 19 left took him only three more.

He realized that his school was, essentially, finished. He still needed to get books, supplies, teachers and students, but he had all the necessary buildings. Now he had a year to find the teachers and tell his future students. However, he could start with the children he already had.

For the next week, Harry spent his days repairing and renovating the whole Castle. Other than the two main towers, there were many buildings as big as any cathedral he had ever seen on his original world. He added running water everywhere. He had learned to do it from Hermione when they were on the run from Voldemort, but it was damn useful now. Even after using 3 of the towers and one hall for his school, the castle was still one of the biggest he had ever seen, and much bigger than he would ever have any use for. He spent a whole day in the kitchens making stasis boxes. It was quite hard and tiring, but extremely useful. The concept was simple. Once properly enchanted whatever you placed inside the box would keep eternally. Fruits, meet, vegetables, they would all stay as fresh as the moment they were placed there. Magic could not create food, but it could do other things to make sure the people were not starving. Harry was aware that, once, with his original wand and when his powers had not been multiplied by the Hallows, he would have been taxed after just one of these spells. Now he could do fifty of them and still laugh at the High Table in the evening.

"So, Harry, you are almost finished, now, aren't you?" Tyrion asked. Him and Jon were mostly watching him repair the castle, admiring the floating pieces of wall and appearing tapestries, but Jon had also spent a lot of time in the training courtyards and with the men at arms.

"Well, yes. I've finished the kitchens. I think tomorrow I will strengthen the outer walls. I have strengthened all the other buildings so much that I don't think dragon fire would make them even slightly warm, now. But I have only touched the inside of the walls, and the outer walls would be really hard to rebuild if they were destroyed. After that… Ser Albert, is there anything else?"

Jon and Tyrion had known about Harry's powers, even though they had not really imagined the scale of the repairs and the awe it created to watch as he did it. But every one else in the castle seemed hesitant around Harry, fearing him and being awed by him at the same time. But, as Harry had said when Tyrion had mentioned it. "They will have to get used to me anyway."

"I think everything is done, My Lord."

" Perfect. I think the King will arrive at the Crossroads Inn tomorrow night or maybe the day after. I will have to leave then. While I am gone I would like you to increase the guard to two thousand. Every man who works in Harrenhall will have to sign the scroll I gave you with his blood."

"My Lord, before you leave, I would have liked to mention the people, and ask if you will address them before you leave." Ser Gulliver Swann said. He was a balding knight of forty with a gruff appearance, but Harry liked him best amongst his knights. He thought of the people first.

"I cannot. As you know, I have used my arts to come here before anyone knew it. The King and his Master of Whispers would know it immediately if I held court and carried justice. Once I am in King's Landing my comings and goings will be much less looked at. I shall come here at least three days out of seven and hold my court. The spies might wonder if I ever sleep, but who cares?"

Tyrion laughed.

"I'm sure Varys is already crying over you, Harry. He has obviously spies in every castle, little birds, he calls them, and now he cannot know what is happening here."

"I don't know the man, I shall meet him in a few weeks, but I cannot help but smile as I imagine the reports he will get." Jon said.

"You've not told me much good of this man, Tyrion, but you're always badmouthing everybody anyway. Even Night, and he is my new sigil, you know. No badmouthing the Sigil."

Harry had made his banners in the morning, because it was much easier and a nice distraction from the food containers. They were emerald green with a wolf jumping as if he was hunting (or, as Tyrion had said, falling from somewhere). Harry had used Night as his model for the initial drawing, and even put the wolf's green eyes on the black wolf. Underneath it stood Harry's words. "The Last enemy that shall be destroyed is death."

It looked at if Night was actually attacking death, it was really cool. Harry had been really proud of himself, at least until he heard Tyrion's comment about falling. So what if Night kept falling of everything he climbed on? And so what if he stumbled into guards, fell in the stairs, slipped on carpets… Harry stopped his train of thought. Yes, his wolf was a klutz. But he was a cute klutz, so Harry didn't care. Well, Night was less 'cute' and more 'deadly frightening' every day, but to Harry he was still his little Night (even though he would probably be taller than Harry one day).

"You can put the banners up a few days after I have left, Albert, by the way. It should be believable that I sent you some kind of drawing of the thing and that you had them made. This way, everyone can see Night."

Tyrion looked at him, very clearly thinking that Harry looked stupid making faces at his giant wolf. Well, Harry didn't care.