A/N I know. I missed a week. I was really busy last weekend. I won't be able to upload a chapter this weekend either (I'm going to a place with no Wifi for a week). But to show I am not giving up on this story, here is a quick taster of what the other characters are doing at the moment! I promise next weekend we'll be back to business as usual.

Daenarys

She watched the strange pale man in her bed. He was grim, very grim. But watching him was sort of mesmerising for Dany. He was definitely a Westerosi , she decided, with pale skin like that who else could he be. Was he a merchant? But a merchant wearing these strange robes. Maybe fashion was drastically different in Westeros. She brushed his head with a wet cloth. It felt good to immerse herself in a nice simple task. She had spent the whole of today petrified at the thought of meeting the man her brother wanted her to marry. Some sort of barbarian from the East. Then she had met her betrothed; Khal Drogo. It was far worse than she had imagined. She couldn't remember it very well. It all came back in flashes. Illyrio talking in Dothraki to the man. Her standing in front of the Khal on his magnificent horse, petrified and scared to move unless it angered the man. Drogo riding off without saying a word.

The grim man opened his eyes, staring at Dany. "Where am I?" he asks coarsely.

"Pentos"

Neville groaned. "Is this a dream?"

"I don't think so…. No, this is reality"

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Hermione opened her eyes. She looked around. She appeared to be outside. In a field to be precise. "Was that Barley..?" she wondered. That thought was interrupted by the three men standing over her, grinning weirdly.

"You lost little one?" The biggest one asked.

"N-N-Nooo…. Where am I?" Hermione asked disorientated.

"Just outside Highgarden" the biggest one spoke again softly.

Hermione jumped to her feet so fast that she was a bit shaky when she finished the maneuver. "Thanks for watching over me, but I should really get back to my friends" She said edging away from the men.

"But you've got three new friends right here, who want to play with you" the spokesman for the group said. They matched her strides.

Scared. She pulls out her wand. Pointing it at them. "Don't you dare touch me."

"What are you going to do? Poke my eye out?" The men laugh at her.

"Incendio" She says clearly. She points at the biggest man's leg.

The big man laughed even harder. That was until he felt a growing pain in his left shin. He looked down. Flames were spreading rapidly up his tunic. He jumps onto the floor and starts rolling, knocking over barley as he does so. The other two men have to jump back to get out of his way.

Thinking quickly, Hermione casts stunning spells at the two men. However the man rolling on the floor was quicker than expected. He was already running straight through the long grain before Hermione could point her wand at him. She ran straight into the path of bent barley towards the stomping and panting of her prey. She watched dispairingly as he shrunk smaller and smaller. After five minutes she had to give up and walk slowly back to the other two men. They looked petrified. Well they were petrified… but they looked scared. Really scared.

Hermione smiled as she obliviated the two men and then cast the counter charm to unstun them. For good measure she kicked them in the area that was offending her.

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Ginny felt like she had just had experienced one of those famous Gryffindor Quidditch Celebration parties. She rolled over in her bed. The bed felt weird. She snuggled under the fur covers. That felt wrong too. It took her a few minutes to realize that she didn't have fur covers. She moaned felt like crap and that was before someone started kicking her in the belly.

"Get off your fat ass and help me hunt." A woman said.

Ginny threw the fur cover's off of her, jumped up, pulled her wand out of her pocket and aimed it at the red headed woman in front of her. If her wand was a knife, blood would have been dripping down this other woman's throat."

"You are fast." The other woman looked impressed.

Ginny stared at this woman dressed in furs. That was when Ginny realized she was cold in her school uniform.

"What's a stick going to do to me?" Ygritte laughed, making to brush Ginny's hand away from her throat. Ginny's reaction was reflexive. She cast the bat bogey hex on this other woman. She watched smirking a bit when she saw the other woman try and fight off the bogeys with a knife.

"Locomotor Mortis" Ginny pointed her wand at this woman and watched as her legs bound together. Nervously she listened to voices outside. They were in a small tent. Someone might come in at any time. "Now you can scream for help, I'm sure someone will come in but I'm a witch and I can easily stun them…."

"I don't scream" the redhead sneered.

"Good…. So tell me where in the name of Merlin's most baggy pants I am! But most importantly tell me where I can get some warmer clothes."

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Ron groaned to himself. He had been on this river bank for what felt like days. Lying there waiting to die. He had lost a lot of blood. The empty spot where one of the fingers on his left hand use to be was oozing out a lot of blood. He wondered for the hundredth time how he had ended up on this riverbank, soaking wet from a passing shower and watching the vultures eye him up. He remembered tucking into some really nice chicken, Harry opening a box, the feeling of racing to the ground like on a broomstick…. And then this. Lying on the ground, too weak to move. He laughed to himself harshly as he crawled slowly to the fast flowing river in front of him. He needed a drink. He had just reached the river when…

"RRRRR-RRrR-RRR-ruuuufff." he turned his head slowly around. Five large dogs that sort of reminded Ron of the three headed do he had seen in his first year (But these ones only had one head) were pulling him away from the river. Ron stretched his hand out grabbing some water in his hand and trying to chuck it in his mouth. Most of it went in his face though.

"Geroff" he moaned to them.

"HEEL" a commanding voice said. Ron sighed with relief when they dogs reluctantly let go of him and walked off. He tried to say "thank you" when two men put him on some sort of splint and threw him in a carriage and tried to force food and water down his reluctant throat. After that he blacked out a bit.