"Am I dreaming?"

"I should hope not," Harry replied, as they slowed from a gallop five miles from King's Landing. They had left behind the chaos of Stannis' siege on the city an hour ago and it was past midnight. Sansa tightened her arms around Harry, noting the rough, shoddy quality of his clothes. "This would be a rather weird dream. Though I've had weirder."

Sandor was riding next to them, a flagon of wine or ale in his hand and the reins in the other. Lady was loping in front of both horses, the direwolf occasionally glancing back to them as if to make sure they were still with her. Sansa smiled softly as she caught Lady's eyes, leaning against Harry's warm shoulder and watching her wolf.

"Sansa…"

"Hmm?"

"Do you know where your family is? Robb, perhaps?"

"Riverrun. We should go there," Sansa answered, turning around to look behind them. They hadn't heard any pursuit but she knew Queen Cersei would probably send soldiers after them. Or probably would. The siege made all the difference in that regard, she supposed. "My uncle is there and that is probably where the King in the North, my brother…"

"Riverrun it is then," Harry said idly, before turning to look at Sandor. "We'll make camp somewhere. I don't think it wise to tarry in the crownlands now and we won't take the kingsroad. Too dangerous."

"My brother is around the riverlands somewhere," Sandor finally spoke, his voice slurred as he took another sip of the drink. "I could do with a fight."

Sansa stiffened, sitting back up on the saddle. Lady let out a low growl, mirroring Sansa's feelings at Sandor's idea. "We are not going to face the Mountain. We have no army."

"We are not going to purposefully intercept the Mountain," Harry grumbled. "It's been a busy night and the sun's not even up. Let's find a good place to make camp and be done with it. We'll travel towards Harrenhal and Darry then ride from there."

"Though, I could probably be a one man army," Harry added quietly. "It's not like war is unfamiliar to me."

Sansa frowned, hearing the wary undertone in Harry's voice. "You were in a war? But you're too young to have fought in King Robert's rebellion."

"Not his war, no. A war back in my home land," Harry offered, as they rode.

They made camp six miles ahead, having just passed Duskendale in the distance. The stars were still shining brightly and the moon lit up their path. Lady had found a clearing off the kingsroad and Harry steered his horse off the road and towards the area. The three of them dismounted, tying their horses to a nearby tree, and Sandor volunteered to go find some firewood. Harry pulled his tent out of his pocket and placed it on the ground, with the forest of trees behind it.

"I've seen you do this," Sansa whispered, standing next to Harry and stroking Lady's ears. The direwolf was at her side, leaning against her and keeping Sansa warm. "Through Lady's eyes."

"Yes. You probably did. It's an easy thing," Harry said, looking at the small patch of fabric and whispering the word to activate it. He watched as the tent rose up, propping itself up by magic. He walked over and held the tent flap door open for her, watching as Sansa walked past and into the tent, hearing her sharp inhale.

"Where does your magic come from?" Sansa questioned, brushing a strand of auburn hair back from her face. Her hair had come loose from its' tie during the ride and was splayed out on her shoulders. "I've never seen anything of its' like before."

"I was born with it," Harry explained, stepping further in to check on the metal locker that he had spelled to be cold. He peered in, noting the remains of his roast chicken from the inn a few nights ago and closed the door. He didn't know about breakfast in the morning but they would have food for the evening tomorrow. "In my world, there were wizards and witches. Not a lot but enough to make a world."

Sansa walked around the tent, seeing the three rooms that held beds and the two stalls for horses. One curtained off room held a cauldron or two, big, metal bowls that definitely weren't for baths. Though one curtained off room certainly held a bath tub, with pegs on the tent walls behind it that held furs and towels. The big area in the middle held a table, with one or two benches around it.

"You can pick a bed," Harry said, pointing to two of the three beds. "The bigger one is mine but the other two aren't bad. There was just one before I met-"

"Met?" Sansa's lips twitched up into an amused grin. "You thought you were meeting Lady the first time."

Harry grinned, shrugged. "Whatever. Talked to… It's late. We should probably get some sleep."

Sansa dipped her head in a nod. "Do you think King Stannis won?"

Harry raised an eyebrow, poked his head out of the tent door as they both heard Sandor come back, and turned back to her. Sansa's eyes were narrowed in thought. "Did you want him to win?"

"Shae said that Stannis' men would rape and loot, if they won. That's what men do in war, isn't it?"

"It's what my brother did," Sandor said, as he stepped inside the tent, stopping immediately after. "Who did you kill for this tent?"

"I didn't kill anyone. It's a friend's," Harry retorted, rocking back on his heels. "She let me borrow it. And your brother did what?"

"He raped and killed the Princess Elia," Sandor said bluntly. He gestured outside. "I made a firepit and got a small fire going. I'll go hunt something down."

Both Harry and Sansa watched as Sandor left again then Harry turned to look at Sansa. Lady was sitting out of the tent, curled up before the fire.

"I would have wanted the Queen and Joffrey dead," Sansa spoke, a minute or two after Sandor had left. "I still want Joffrey dead."

"You can tell me what happened," Harry said, crossing his arms before dropping them to his sides. "If you want. I'm not entirely familiar with this world but I know war. I won't judge."

"He didn't… rape me, if that's what you think." Sansa finally replied, walking back out of the tent and sitting next to Lady, who dropped her head on Sansa's leg.

Harry nodded, walking over to sit opposite her. "I'm glad."

"He threatened to though and I… He had me beaten," Sansa whispered, glancing up at Harry to see his reaction and slightly shivering. "Ser Meryn Trant of the kingsguard did it in his stead. He enjoyed it."

"From what I've heard, Joffrey does seem to be the kind of king who would do that. He's young and has power over people. He ordered the death of your father, didn't he?"

Sansa nodded, heart beating quickly at the reminder of that day. "That was horrible! I was right there. Right behind father and…"

Lady whined, nudging her head into Sansa's fingers. She began to stroke Lady's fur, enjoying having her wolf with her again. Lady had brought her out of her memories, back to the clearing with Harry. "He said his father would bring back my brother's head. I told him maybe Robb would bring me his."

Harry's lips twitched up into a small but wary grin. "Robb certainly has been winning a lot of battles lately. The Young Wolf, they call him. The King in the North."

Sansa smiled at the thought. "I can't wait to see him and mother and go back home. To Winterfell. I'll be safe there."

"I'll get you safely to Riverrun," Harry offered, as they heard Sandor's boots coming through the brush. Sansa watched as he brushed some of his hair back from his face and stared at his scar again.

"Where did you get that scar from?" Sansa questioned, watching as Sandor brought back a boar and sat down, began to skin it. "It's not from a sword or arrow, is it?"

"It's…" Harry trailed off, his eyes narrowing. "It's from a curse. A killing curse."

Sansa blinked at his tone, studied him. "Killing curse? Does that do what I think it does?"

Harry nodded. Sansa flinched. "It's one of the few curses that would immediately get a wizard or witch put in wizard prison. One of the unforgivables."

"If that scar is from a killing curse…" Sansa stared at him. "What does that mean?"

"It means I was the only one to survive the curse," Harry answered. "No one survives the killing curse. You can dodge it but otherwise… You can't block it or shield yourself from it."

"But… how did you…"

"Survive?" Harry muttered. "My mother tried to reason with the man who tried to kill me. He took her life instead. Her sacrifice saved my life."

Sansa stared, feeling her heart skip a beat at the pain in Harry's voice.

"I'm the Boy-Who-Lived," Harry said dryly. "That's what they called me back in my world and I didn't do a single thing. Lost both parents and was called a savior."

"You lost both your parents?"

"The man who tried to kill me, killed my father too," Harry replied. "But enough of that tonight. I'm not going to add to your nightmares."

"Thanks for that," Sandor said, done skinning the boar and now cutting up the meat.

The three of them ended up sleeping outside, not in Harry's tent but with added furs. Lady stayed curled up against Sansa, keeping her warm and also keeping watch.

The sun woke her up, its' bright beams shining down on her on a new day. She was free from King's Landing, free from Joffrey, from Cersei. She blinked her eyes open and finally realized what she was hearing. Growling.

"Lady Sansa, do not move," Harry whispered, having come to sleep a few feet from her. His green eyes were narrowed in concentration, the stick in his hand glowing faintly.

Lady was growling next to her, the direwolf standing with her ears pinned and her teeth bared. Sansa inhaled sharply, turned to see that Sandor was awake too. The Hound had a tight grip on his sword but hadn't moved.

Wolves. The animals had surrounded them while they were sleeping and were now growling at them, each moment taking a step closer.

Sansa flinched at a particular wolf's closeness. Lady growled again, louder and more aggressive, and then she howled. An answering howl met Lady's and her direwolf's ears perked up, her tail freezing.

Another wolf trotted through the pack, this one bigger and… familiar. Grey fur and dark golden eyes, bigger than any of the other wolves…

"Nymeria?"

Lady yipped excitedly, snapping at a wolf who had gotten too close to Sansa, and ran to greet her sister. The two direwolves met in a flurry of fur, wagging tails and excited whines.

"Your sister's wolf," Sandor spoke, his eyes wide.

Harry just looked bemused, grinning slightly. Sansa smiled, watching as Nymeria snapped at a wolf that had stood next to her and in the next minute, the wolves backed off, slinking off into the forest around them.