Chapter 4
{Chapter Four}
The Deciding Factor
Disclaimer: Game of Thrones is owned by George martin and Harry potter is owned by J.K Rowling.
Author Notes: Hariel will not be overpowered like Some of the Femharry and Game of Thrones crossover where she saved westreos by herself. Be warn, this story probably going to have Elia married with Rhaegar and later on he is going to kidnapped Hariel because he wasn"t happy with his marriage.
Since the Canon!Story did not stated why Rhaegar loved Lyanna and how they met at first, so here i might have to create some scenario for Hariel to meet Rhaegar. Robert Baratheon who is said to have an illegimate child in Vale loved Lyanna but did not know her other than her surface beauty so if anyone of you have a person to suggest for Lyanna, do speak up in the review. This story is also gonna have Aerys and Lilliandil(Lily's gryfindor)"s childhood flashback. I need to the fit the prophecy of the azoh ahai with the song of ice and fire prophecy in with Hariel(femharry), the dragon must have three heads.
Since Cersei Lannister in Game Of Thrones is looking for ways to kill a dragon, it is possible for Hariel's magic to be contained?Controll(Maybe like Ariana Dumbledore's case) and alongside Hariel and Lyanna are not allowed to hold a sword.
Though Lyanna is still going to save Howland Reed but Hariel might save Ashara Dayne who is said to be dishonored at Harrendal. Ashara Dayne was said to have love a Stark, whether is it Brandon or Eddard(Ned) By Barristan Selmy.
*This chapter have been edited for discrepancy.
(In another part of Hariel Woke up early before as the morrow came to a pass. Pondering the daring move she made gisterdaeg, she hope that baratheon will dimissed it. Showing her magic out in the open, Hariel has never been one to stand out nor she like to.
But she was affronted with the offhanded comments that Baratheon stated about the populace of the fairer gender.
Recalling vaguely of the tale Old Nan, the retired servant of House Stark known for her tale-telling abilities in which one of the story stood out to her was According to legend, in the Age of Heroes, the first Storm King, Durran Godsgrief, won the love of Elenei, the daughter of the sea god and the goddess of the wind. She gave her maidenhead to him, committing herself to a mortal life. Her divine parents forbade their love, but Durran and Elenei wed despite them. The gods' wrath was terrible to behold, destroying Durran's keep on his wedding night, killing all his family and guests. Enraged, Durran declared war on the gods, who replied by hammering his kingdom with massive storms. Each time King Durran built a castle to face the sea, the gods destroyed it.
King Durran persisted building larger and more powerful fortifications, until finally, the seventh castle stayed in place and resisted the storms of Shipbreaker Bay. Some believe this is because the children of the forest took a hand in its construction; others believe that a young boy who grew up to be Bran the Builder advised Durran on its construction. The truth of the matter is unknown.
Thinking that now that the matter has come to pass, it is redundant to ponder on the matter any longer, she will just have to adapt and act as the situation saw fit.
Stretching out her limbs and getting rid of the knots while rousing Lyanna up for their usual morning ride ever since they are both given a pony each for each of their five name day.
She remembered being beyond delighted as she had been wanting to ride a horse of her own. She had learned how to put on the saddle by observing Wylis the stable boy which turns out to be old nan's great grandson- a guy who reminds of her of a familiar tall being Haggy? Hagrid who she refer to him by that name Old Nan's great-grandson, Wylis - the stableboy - who was said to have giant's blood.
At around seven years old, Wylis nearly towered any full grown man.
The boy had no heart to correct Hariel of course, as others would have want to do.
Even then, Wylis - the gentle giant - would simply smile and welcome Hariel as he always did when she came to see the horses.
But it was Ned who had been the one to tell Hariel to stop calling Wylis by a false name as it would offend the tall boy.
"Call him by his true name, Hariel. He is your friend. You should remember his given name," her second brother had gently reprimanded her and Hariel had done so since then.
Now, she had a pony to ride, though it would be sometime for her to put the saddle on her own pony as it was far too heavy for her to carry still.
And in one day, Hariel learned how to ride alongside Lyanna.
She took to it like she was born on the saddle.
When her oldest brother, Brandon, had asked what she was going to name her pony, Hariel had answered without hesitation: "Prongs."
Brandon had laughed at the name she had chosen.
"That is an odd name. Why ever did you choose this one?" Her brother had asked in complete puzzlement with Lyanna and Ned looking on curiously.
"Because – because Prongs is a white Stag that has white body that reminds me of this pony and I want my pony to be one. I want to fly in the sky and see Winterfell from above, or ride in the wolfswood and even go beyond the Wall. I want a mount that can do both and take me anywhere in all the far reaches of the world as I please," Hariel had said, allowing her not so mature fancy to run amok as she had explained the things she saw in her mind, of broomsticks flying and different strange animals like the billywig a blue half snake-half bird , seemingly out of nowhere; or hazzy blight glimpses of things and flashes of knowledge that she knew she is too young to remember.
Even if Hariel could manage to arrange the pieces together, more and more came to her, turning the context of them into complete disarray and became much harder for Hariel to understand.
"You need a Dragon, Hariel." Brandon had said to her, "Not a pony for you to ride and travel the way you wanted to. But considering all Dragons are dead, well… perhaps thunderbird will do for you, though you won't be able to go farther than the wolfswood."
"They are not dead." Hariel had protested then.
"What aren't dead?"
"The Dragons." She had frowned. "You said the Dragons are dead."
"They are dead, had been since more than a hundred years." Brandon had argued back.
"No, they aren't. They are still alive. I saw it in my dream, Hagrid show me a baby dragon Norberta."
"Who is this Hagrid? Someone you met in town? Besides the dragons have disappear from westreos long ago so how could this unknown man show you a dragon? Brandon skeptically asked.
"No. Not a man for this guy is not, he is of the an species that is different from us. With that height and towering figure he is; a product of crossbreeding." Interject Hariel.
"A giant? But they are but fictional characters, sister. They are not real, this sound as indeculous as you saying a dragon exist. Did you read too much of those stories and is fantasising meeting them?" teased Brandon.
"No. They certainly exist. I going to prove to you brother and make you take back your words." Hariel stubbornly insisted.
"No. You shall not seek out those dangers, especially a unknown man or whatever species you are refering him to; for i shall tell father of this. Don't go looking for trouble." Brandon resolutely make his stand. "But..."Hariel protest being cut off.
"No more discussion on this, be aware of yourself, you are a little girl of seven, not even males of other noble houses left their home to venture to knightdom nor studying to be a maester til they are of age.
I am sure Father agree with me on this viewpoint. Come sister, let us retire for today. Tomorrow is the first hunt for Lyanna and you afterall.
After getting Lyanna to get back to her room and get ready before the disapproving Septa comes after stating to Lyanna sleep-addled ears that she is going to miss her ride with their father who have fork out time to spend with his children. Even though there is some time before their lessons or the hunt their brothers are going "Lady Lyanna!" "Hariel!"
At their Septa Mordanne shriek, Lyanna and Hariel bolted down the hallway. They didn't think the Septa would be coming to their rooms so soon!
Full grown, Septa Mordanne would normally be able to outrun Lyanna and Hariel any day. But the Septa Mordanne was wearing a long habit with full skirts, and thought running full tilt was terribly improper. Lyanna and Hariel on the other hand had managed to dress themself in a pair of breeches and a simple shirt and tunic and had no problem at all sprinting through the Red Keep.
Likely the reason for the scandal in their Septa Mordanne expression. Boy's clothes were not proper for a princess to wear after all. Especially because Lyanna and Hariel made these themself, the hems messy and crooked from both six year old's going to seven year old clumsy work.
Hariel was proud of her work. She made them without any help at all, and the hems were sturdy! They wouldn't come apart unless someone deliberately tore them! Sure the clothes weren't fitted, but none of the Keep's seamstresses would make them anything but dresses! Desperate situations called for desperate measures and this was something both girls could take into their own hands!
It was Seven in hours into the morning, their father, Hariel Adopted father is probably Talking with Lord Baratheonin the great keep. Both girls did not have lessons until nine so Hariel did not understand what is with the Septa.
In the hallway, Walking pass is Robert baratheon who upon sporting Hariel; face turned dark, "What did you do yesterday? I am pretty sure you did something strange. I going to tell Mother and perhaps Lady Stark and Lord Stark as well. You a freak of unknown origins, perhaps a bastard child of some valyrian."
Lyanna offended on Hariel's behalf speak up for her;"Who are you to call another person a freak and a bastard?" With your prejudice, you deserve that, if brothers of mine did not stop me, i would sure like to punch the living daylights out of you!"
As Lyanna defend her, Hariel who was watching on the sidelines not finding a place for her to interject into the conversation.
As far as Hariel knows, she always have been able to do these outlandish stuff as many ocassions have shown-Turning the Septa Mordanne hair blue after the offending remarks she made about her; Hair grow back when it was accidentaly cut by one of the other girls playmates after Hariel dreaded the haircut during the night; while running from playing chase with the other children of their age and ended up on the rooftop even though there is no Stairs leading up to them. Along with the strange lightening bolt scar on her forehead which she borrow some white powder from her Lady mother, Lyarra Stark, to cover. When She asked her adoptive mother on the matter, her mother did not have any answers to that for when Hariel was send here, she already sported the scar.
More than that though… Most particularly the Targaryens were said to have had old magic. It's how they controlled their dragons, and when the dragons died so did old magic.
"Move to the side, We are not going to argue with Baratheon any longer, Hariel." Lyanna sidestep Baratheon pulling Hariel along to see their father.
Winterfell has many hidden staircases and both girls have snuck around at nigh looking for hidden staircases when they could not sleep. Both girls veered at the next available hallway, thinking of evading the Septa.
The door to the Tower of the Hand was heavy. Lyanna and Hariel grit their teeth and pulled, until the door opened the scant inches both needed to wiggle through. Then they dashed up the stairs on hands and feet, because they was six going to seven and there was nobody around to judge.
Gold armor at the top of the stairs, and both girls kept low, trying to control their gasps into something quieter. Gods there were a lot of stairs!
"Up to mischief, Sisters of mine, Our Lady Mother and Eddard would not be pleased?" A voice drawled, and both girls looked up into blue eyes with amusement.
"Brandon, you are back from the riverlands? Have your Squiring ended?" Lyanna sigh in relief and try to change the subject. "No, just came to visit our lady mother and have some matters to ask Father." Brandon, the wild wolf eyed Lyanna and Hariel in amusement and ignore the subject changing. Both their voices were loud to be heard by the occupants inside. "Who there?" Rickard stark asked out, "It is us, Brandon, Lyanna and Hariel. Father." Brandon turn around from conversation with Lyanna and replied the question.
"Enter." Their Father voice came through the door.
Brandon opened the door with a flourish.
The two men in the room looked at the three children and the dark haired man's face brighten up at seeing his children face.
"Brandon, Lyanna and Hariel!" Lyanna dashed to their father,shrieking with laughter as he lifted her high and around before tucking her against his chest while Hariel and Brandon standing beside him.
Rickard Stark grins down at his children:"What has you three up at this ridiculous hour?"
Lyanna pipe up:" We don"t have lessons until nine, and Hariel and I want to hunt and fight like you." Lyanna knows her father-So long as she want to be like him and spend time with him as a family, their father would allow them to do what they want to do albeit with limit.
" Septa Mordanne say I'm doing well in my normal lessons, and I'm wearing breeches and tunic instead of a dress, so please, please, please?" She looked up at him with a pleading expression, even widening her eyes for added impact. Lyanna all the while ignored muffled snickers from Brandon and Lord Steffon Baratheon amused and curious eyes.
Looking to his side, spotting an all the while awkwardly quiet Hariel and pulling her into the hug alongside Lyanna," All right , only with supervision are both of you girls allowed to carry a sword. A bow or a training sword." After than, looking towards Lord steffon Baratheon, "We shall continue this later."
Edit: Changed the addressing of the Starks, Lyanna is a high born Lady, same as the other lands of the seven other than Dorne with Princess Elia. Hariel is a ward of the Starks right now, by right Hariel should address Lord stark as Lord stark or my lord instead of Father, apparently even fostering a high born orphan, the foster orphan still have their original surname. Hariel with the Starks situation is akin to Jon Arryn who view Robert Baratheon and Eddard(Ned)Stark to be his sons, he started Robert Baratheon(called his banners) to protect them from King Aerys.
Hariel here is no one in westeroes even if her mother Liliandil is from westeroes, can you guess which House Lililandil is from and Hermione is also going to be a high born lady here.
There is a House Potter in Westeroes and i think George RR Martin have intend to let it be a nod to J.K Rowling HP Series in an Interview article with George RR Martin. I intend it to be a muggle subhouse like the blackfyre are to the Targaryens, for this fanfic. The dursleys i might put them in somewhere in westeroes either the westerlands or stormlands if i could not find a person from a noble house to which Petunia is married to.
Next Chapter: Lyanna and Hariel Horse Riding, a winter rose wilting and the birth of the wolf pup.