Val and Karsi watched as their Queen rode off, with Dalla and Sigorn trailing behind her on their own horses. They were headed east to find something that Queen Hari had dreamt of over the past month, the three-eyed crow. Val hadn't put much thought into the Queen's dreams but Hari had had a pinched look on her face last night and then this morning had said she was going to find whoever was sending her the dreams.

She had left Tormund in charge of the ever growing camp of free folk and giants, had promised that she would return. Hari had even lightly warded the perimeter of the camp and ruins, saying that the crows wouldn't see them now. Val let out a noise of consideration under her breath and then turned to look out over the camp. They numbered at least 10,000 now, with stragglers coming in every day. Hari had had to settle at least a few disputes between the free folk, killing multiple men that didn't want to live with Craster's women. Val had killed another, the Lord of Bones, as he didn't want to take orders from a woman.

"Want to spar with me?" Karsi questioned, intruding on Val's thoughts as they headed back to the Queen's tent. Hari hadn't had a lot of belongings when she had arrived in the north but she had heard that Tormund and Styr had wanted to mark her tent as their queen's. The big antlers on top of it shone in the misty sun and the furs from the snow bears provided enough heat that no one was cold in the tent.

"Sure. I can see how you fight with that sword," Val retorted, grinning widely as they headed to a clearing behind the Queen's tent and out of the way of anyone else.

"Val… I can fight as well as you can."

"You're a year younger than me."

Karsi snorted as they passed by a few weirwood trees, slipping over some of the old ruins of the keep of the Fist. "I'm just as capable."

Val drew her bone knife, fingering the hilt and looked for a good place to spar, walking through the trodden down snow and just as they spotted a good clearing, she stepped on something that made a good thunk. She raised an eyebrow and stopped, seeing Karsi turn to look at her.

"What is it? A rock?"

"I don't…" Val trailed off and bent down, moving the snow off of where she stepped. Karsi came over to help as they dug down into the snow and came upon a big, leather bag. Val scooped it up and opened it, her eyes widening at the contents. "Dragonglass."

Karsi's eyes widened as Val poured the glass out onto the smooth snow between them, seeing the dragonglass arrowheads and spearheads. Underneath it all was a broken, old warhorn, rusted and ancient. Val picked up one of the spearheads and turned it to the sun, grinning a little at the shine of it.

"It's so smooth," Karsi whispered, examining one of the arrowheads.

"Dalla will like the arrowheads," Val remarked. "Hari should see these when she gets back."

"Aye."

On the second day of her travels, Queen Beyond the Wall Hariel Potter saw one of the children of the forest. She had just woken up, blinking awake to the dawn of a new morning to look up into the face of a short, human sized creature. It looked almost like a goblin but much more… human, though as Hari looked the child over, she saw only three fingers and a thumb on each hand. The child of the forest clearly wasn't a child as Hari slowly sat up, looking right into her eyes, slitted like a cat's. She had large ears on her head and brown skin that looked like earthen.

There was a strange magic or power about the child, an earth magic that was bound to the very trees and plants around them. The child lit up in Hari's magical vision as she pulled on her own magic to look, little strands of power flowing through the child and into the earth.

"Hello. You are one of the children of the forest then?"

"You are the one that he wants. Come with me."

Hari raised an eyebrow but nodded, getting up and nudging Sigorn and Dalla awake. When they didn't wake up, not even with her nudging, she glanced curiously to the child.

"He wants you and only you, lady of magic. They will be safe. We will look after them. The cave is not too far away and the Others have not woken yet."

Hari shivered at the child's words, at hearing the old undertone to the voice. This child was clearly not a child, was clearly hundreds, if not thousands of years old. "If you're sure then."

The child nodded and Hari stepped out of her tent, seeing three other children standing outside. She couldn't tell which were men or women but then… they didn't look like they cared about gender or sexuality or anything else. They wore bark clothing around their middle and shirts woven of leaves on their chests.

"What's your name?"

The child said something in yet an entirely different language, one that she had not even heard the free folk use. Perhaps the children had their own language between them, one that had even survived invasion from the First Men and the Andals. "Leaf. You can call me Leaf. I am the only one amongst us who speak the common tongue."

Hari nodded and followed where Leaf led, venturing even further east and up a mile north. She stopped as soon as she saw the beautiful heart tree on the hill two miles from her camp, her eyes widening at the sight. Ancient magic radiated from it, digging into the snow and the roots beneath, a kind of warding flowing through the tree and the… "The cave…"

"He's in there. I shall stay outside."

"He… who is he?"

"The last greenseer."

"It reminds me a little bit of the Whomping Willow," Hari remarked quietly, staying right where she was, next to Leaf. Leaf looked up at her, the child's eyes staring right at her, almost through her. "But this is so much more beautiful. Bit less with the whomping too."

"He knows you, knows what you are."

Hari shivered at the words, her heart beating like it was trying to get out of her chest. She took a step towards the tree and the cave underneath it, sighed and walked over to the entrance of it, feeling the old magic brush up against her. The hair on her arms stood up at the touch, something not unlike the power of the Wall and stepped into the cave, following where the path led. She stopped at the sight that met her at the center of the cave, her eyes widening.

A man sat in the center of the giant heart tree, with roots growing out of him and through him. One root grew right through his left leg and another grew right through his empty eye socket. Hari took a step back as goosebumps rose on her skin, the sight unnerving her more than Voldemort had when she had first seen his new form in the graveyard. The man's white hair fell down past his shoulders and his red eyes stared right at her, reminding her a little bit of Voldemort. Hari continued to stare, unblinking, at him for a few minutes, feeling the eerie power around him and wondering what it was.

"You're the three-eyed crow?"

The man's eyes narrowed at her words. "Aye, I am. You are the Queen Beyond the Wall."

"I am. Who are you? What… are you?"

"I was once mortal and human like you. My mother nursed me at her breast and gave me Brynden as a name but that would not mean anything to you, not right now. You are doing something that will change the whole of Westeros, by taking the free folk south."

"I don't know much about what's south of the Wall but it's gotta be better than north of the Wall. The Others… Leaf said they haven't woken yet."

"They will but they will be greatly diminished. They will not have as great an army as they could have had."

Hari took a breath and nodded, the words not unnerving her as much as they could. The thought of a future threat being less than it could have been meant much to her. Besides, she had fought in a war before. "Why did you call me here?"

"I would ask a favor of you. There will be no free folk north of the wall to take my place when I am gone, no man or woman to learn my ways. I would ask you to train any future greenseers in my stead."

"When you are gone?"

"I am old, young one. And you have a full life ahead of you, Queen Beyond the Wall. A Queen now and a Queen south of the Wall. Craster was wrong when he said that women cannot rule."

Hari's eyes widened. "You… were there?"

"I am here and everywhere. In the past and in the future. Greenseeing is a heavy burden to bear."

Hari blinked. "Alright, so you can see the future and the past… I had a friend, back in England. She was a great seer but I don't know if she could see like you can."

"Luna. Aye. I saw you when you first arrived."

"Alright. I'll teach them. I do like to teach so it shouldn't be too difficult. How will I know when a greenseer is born?"

"They will come to you," the three-eyed crow remarked, his voice rough and dry as if it had been unused for years. "Your power is new and old. Come here, I will give you one gift before you go."

Hari took a step closer and stepped up onto the lone tree root, watching as the three-eyed crow reached out with his unrooted hand and touched her on her forehead, lightly pressing on her scar. Her scar had not hurt since Voldemort's death but it did now as memories flashed through her mind, visions of the past. Visions of House Targaryen and its dragons. Of King Aegon I Targaryen, the Conqueror and his invasion and all of the Targaryen kings and queens that followed.

Her knees buckled at the onslaught of memory, of past, and blackness invaded her sight. She fell back onto the dirt floor with a light thump and unconsciousness took her.

"Your Grace."

Rhaegar dipped his head in a nod as he stepped off the plank of the ship that had carried him, Ser Arthur Dayne and Ser Oswell Whent north. It had taken them near a month to reach the northernmost point of Westeros from King's Landing, having avoided stopping at Gulltown in the Vale or White Harbor. Rhaegar hadn't wanted to draw attention to his travels. It had been almost a miracle that he had successfully requested both knights of the kingsguard to come with him.

The Wall was only a mile off and Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, a castle of the Night's Watch, stood in front of them. The ship that had carried them north was a ship of the Royal Fleet, bearing the banners of House Targaryen, and captained by a knight of House Velaryon. Rhaegar had decided to avoid Lucerys Velaryon, the master of ships, as he was a strong supporter of his father and Rhaegar did not want Aerys to know of his movements. His father was paranoid enough to begin with; the thought of his son going north past the Wall would not have sat well with the king.

Cotter Pyke, the commander of the castle, stood before him with a few black brothers as an honor guard. They had probably already received Rhaella's raven and perhaps Aemon had sent something as well though they could have just seen the banners of the ship.

"You have received word of the Queen Beyond the Wall then?" Cotter questioned, his eyes narrowing as Rhaegar stood before him. Arthur and Oswell flanked the prince and Rhaegar was rather glad for their company as he studied the men of the Night's Watch before him. He could not see many men in the docks and on the walls around them and many looked surly, dissatisfied.

"Yes. That's why I've come. Maester Aemon sent word of the dragon that flew over Castle Black and attacked them. Have you seen it?"

"Some of my men have. I figured it was due to them being drunk or hungover," Cotter remarked. "Come, we can talk in my office."

"I hope my presence does not cause you much trouble. I do not plan on staying here for very long as I would like to talk to my great, grand uncle at Castle Black."

"Yes, your Grace."

"Does anyone know where the Queen Beyond the Wall is? Where is she amassing the free folk?" Rhaegar questioned, as they walked into the yard of the keep. Most of the black brothers all stopped to stare at him, the prince, as he strode past. No black brother in living memory had seen a Targaryen so his presence probably would cause a stir amongst them. If he knew his history correctly, the last Targaryen to ever go this far north was Queen Alysanne Targaryen, sister wife to King Jaehaerys I Targaryen. That had been almost two hundred years ago.

"No. The fucking wildlings are probably all dead or something. Having a woman to rule them, bah," Cotter muttered, shaking his head. "No woman can do what a king can do."

Rhaegar blinked at the man's language then shrugged if off.

Hari slowly woke up after what felt like hours, blinking her eyes open to discover Sigorn and Dalla staring down at her. She was back in her own camp, the sun rising around them. She yawned, pressing her palm to her forehead and scar. It ached and she stiffened, visions passing through her mind at an alarming pace.

"Lady? We couldn't wake you up," Sigorn said, his eyes narrowed in worry. "Dalla was going to throw a canteen of water on you but I stopped her."

Hari let out a strangled laugh, rubbing her scar a little more before sighing. There was so much information in her mind now, the history of House Targaryen starting with King Aegon I Targaryen and ending with the current king, Aerys II Targaryen. King Aerys II Targaryen was the 17th member of House Targaryen to sit the Iron Throne, which Hari blinked at as an image of the throne came to mind. The huge, iron monstrosity rose up in the middle of the throne room in King's Landing, the swords of fallen enemies melted down by Balerion, the dragon of the first king.

"Fuck. That's a lot…" Hari trailed off, reaching for her water and taking a big sip.

"Hari?"

"Hmm?"

"You…" Dalla trailed off, her blue eyes wide. "You spoke with the three-eyed raven, didn't you? What happened?"

Hari sat up and stretched, hearing her bones creak. "I did. The three-eyed raven did something to you two, to make you sleep until we were done. I'm sorry."

Sigorn's eyes widened and his skin went pale. "He magicked us?"

"Don't worry. I can't sense anything else to the spell, the spell that's already gone," Hari explained, peering over to the teenage boy in front of her. She shook her head at the thought. "They didn't mean any harm though."

"What did it want?"

"It… He wanted me to train others of his kind when he's gone," Hari offered, looking to Dalla. "Are there any greenseers right now, in camp?"

"No. There are the wargs and the skinchangers but no greenseers."

Hari nodded. "Well. We should get back. I would hope that all the folk are at camp now. Has anyone gone to Hardhome to check if there's anyone there?"

Sigorn's nose wrinkled and he spat onto the snow. "No one lives in Hardhome. Not anymore."

"The Screaming Caves are near Hardhome," Dalla whispered, standing up as Hari did. "No one ever goes near there."

"Alright. Let's go back to the Fist then. I think it's time to unveil ourselves officially."

"Cotter shouldn't have spoken to you like that," Arthur muttered, as they rode towards Castle Black the next morning. "You're a Prince of Westeros, not just a black brother or one of the smallfolk."

"Life is hard in the north," Rhaegar offered, tugging his red cloak around himself tighter. He didn't get as cold as the others did, as they found out on the ship ride over. It was cold, cloudy and sprinkling rain right now and he wasn't shivering, like Arthur was. Mayhaps it was a Targaryen thing. "The Stark words are winter is coming after all."

"None of us are Starks though. And why aren't you shivering?" Arthur questioned, drawing up evenly with him.

Oswell glanced to Rhaegar and Arthur from Rhaegar's other side, raising an eyebrow. "It's the fever. He'd have to have one to not be shivering. Besides, we're going to possibly see a dragon and mayhaps run into the Queen Beyond the Wall. We'd have to be foolish to do that."

Rhaegar snorted as they passed by yet another unoccupied castle of the Night's Watch. The Watch had a total of 19 castles and only 3 were used as of now, Castle Black, Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, and the Shadow Tower. "Did you two see how few men the Watch had? Their numbers are dwindling."

"Aye. I know Lord Stark occasionally comes down to fetch the people in the dungeons for Watch," Oswell said, shrugging. "I didn't know it was that bad though."

"My Queen!" Tormund shouted, a wide smile on his face as he saw them ride in. Karsi and Val stood next to him, a bag held in Val's hands. It had been another week of travel between the cave of the Three Eyed Raven and back to the Fist of the First Men and they'd seen quite a few groups of crows during their trip. It had seemed like the men of the Night's Watch were looking for them and coming up with nothing, just the way Hari had liked it.

Hari rolled her eyes at his energy and pulled her mare to a stop and dismounted. "What did you get up to now?"

"Nothing, lady! Nothing!"

Hari stared at Tormund then sighed. "Is it about that speech I said I'd give?"

"Aye. Everyone's wanting to know what their Queen plans to do to get us south of the Wall."

Hari glanced up at the evening sky, seeing the northern lights flicker in the sky. She had never seen northern lights before coming to Westeros and these lands and now… She loved them for their beauty. The moon had already risen in the sky amongst the stars that were slowly flickering to life. It was a cloudless night, a cold one, like every other night.

"Tomorrow. I'll talk tomorrow. I promised the children I'd tell more of my story when I came back."

Karsi smiled and looked to Val. "We found something, lady."

"I thought you might like to see this," Val said, offering the bag over to her. "And later, you can tell us what happened with the three-eyed raven."

Hari dipped her head in a nod, handing the reins of her horse over to one of the younger girls that she recognized from Craster's Keep. The girl nodded to her and took her horse away, over to a pen that had been hastily put up to corral horses and goats and other livestock. A giant and his mammoth sat on the other side of the pen and Hari took in their size, wondering just how her folk would behave south of the Wall.

The seeming download of memories of the past from the Three-Eyed Raven told her of the houses of Westeros a little and the land even less. She hoped it was warmer south of the Wall at least and then peered down at the bag that Val handed to her, her eyes widening. "Obsidian. Where'd you find it?"

"We call it dragonglass," Tormund offered.

"We found it over there," Val explained, pointing to a section of the ruins. "In the legends of the Long Night, dragonglass was used to kill the Others. I don't know if… it's true but the children of the forest used to give the black brothers hundreds of dragonglass weapons each year."

"I'll keep this safe then. Did you take a spearhead for yourselves?"

Val shook her head, looking at Dalla before shrugging. "No."

"Do so."

Hari walked to the perimeter of the village of free folk, standing right before her tent and breathed in the scent of snow, of ice, of horses and other livestock and humans. With each shift into her dragon form, she had realized that she could smell more, could hear more, could stay awake longer and she didn't know what it meant. Perhaps it was the magic of this world. Perhaps it was nothing. But it still worried her a little.

She shrugged idly, ran a hand through her hair and then called the wards back in. Her magic eagerly unspooled from the warding and came back into her outstretched palm like children racing back to their mother. Hari sighed and looked out over the almost village and then ventured into her tent, stopping at the tent door at the sight that awaited her.

There must have been 30 plus children sitting in the main room of the tent, 30 girls and boys who all yelled excitedly when she stepped in. Karsi and Val stood in the corner and grinned at her too. Hari smiled and walked in, the children moving aside to give her room to sit at the front.

"They want to know more about their queen," Karsi whispered. "The number by day while you were gone."

"Do you want children of your own, Karsi?" Hari questioned quietly, smiling and nodding to the girls in front.

"Some day, aye. I'll steal myself a man but for now, I like your company and Val," Karsi offered.

Hari raised an eyebrow but smiled and turned to look at the children. "I suppose I should start over then? Start over from the beginning? I see several new faces here."

"Yes! Start over!"

"I want to learn to be a dragon!"

Hari laughed, shaking her head and pulling her hair down in front of her to start braiding it together. "I'm afraid that it's not a thing you can learn, sweetling. I was born with this magic. Though… You have your own kind of magic. Skinchanging and warging and greenseeing. Those are all lovely kinds of magic."

"You have to be born with those," a boy said, frowning. "Orell and Briar said so."

"Warging is something I can't do so we each have our own talents," Hari offered, grinning a little. "Briar can warg into her shadowcat's mind and run with her. I can't do that. Nor can I use a sword and many of you can already."

Most of the children laughed and a few of the familiar faces grinned at her words.

"Alright. Story time then. When I was 11 years old-"

"Ten and one," a girl whispered to another. "She means ten and one years old."

Hari smiled. "Yes, that's what I mean. When I was 11, or ten and 1, years old, I received a letter…"

By the time she was halfway through telling the tale of her first year, Tormund and Styr ran into her tent, breathing heavily, with their sword and axe drawn.

"Lady, we captured some strange folk," Styr said, his voice drawn and wary. "Three men and they ain't crows."

Hari's eyes narrowed and all the children stood up as Hari stepped around them. "Alright, story time's over. Go back to your mothers."

"Ahhhh, I wanted to hear about the dark lord."

"I wanted to hear about the time you tricked that professor!"

"The youngest man has been kissed by snow and says he's a prince."

Hari blinked as she helped the children up and out of her tent, watching them go. "A prince? Kissed by snow, you say? That sounds rather… He's a Targaryen."

"Aye. That's what he said."

"Where were they?"

"Briar found them through her cat, trying to move around us. They say they're after the dragon."

Hari laughed out loud, causing Tormund to grin at her. "Well, let's go meet this man who's been kissed by snow."