Aener Belaerys POV

The Sea was calm and the stars twinkled in the night sky when the massive wooden hull of a ship suddenly cut through the waves. Aener Belaerys, the third son of the powerful Magmar Belaerys, Archon of the Valyrian Freehold, was standing tall at the bow of the deck, in front of the huge dragonlike figurehead mounted on the front of the war galley.

His features seemed chiselled from marble and his long hair with the typical valyrian blond almost silver like colour swayed in the wind. With six and a half foot, he was tall and armoured in well crafted chain metal. He wore no visible sigil on his armour or his dark blue silk clothes underneath. An ornate valyrian steel Sword in an equally opulent scabbard hung on his waist.

While his face held an unreadable expression, his emotions were boiling. His elder brother and fathers heir had left the fleet four days ago with most of the designated escort galleys, the few war galleys, except the Berix his own ship, and most importantly with Brightflame, their only dragon for this voyage. His brother had had the foolish notion, to make sure nothing bad would await them when they arrived on Sothoryos. And as younger brother it was his duty to follow his future Lord.

His crew, consisting of men deeply loyal to his father, was working without needing any commands from him. He walked down the deck of his ship and came to stand beside the big steering wheel, starring out at the fleet following them. They were still out in the open ocean, and had at least a fortnight if not more of sailing before reaching the new land. The fleet he led included almost two hundred fifty ships, mostly Carracks and a few cogs, all laden to the brim with slaves and supplies for the new foothold of House Belaerys.

A sudden bright flame erupted on one of the trailing cogs and faint ringing of bells could be heard in the distance. The next few seconds could have been a spectacular sight if not for the horrifying feeling that took hold in his gut. What had started on one ship quickly sprang up on others of the fleet. Destroying the grotesquely beautiful picture were the clanging sounds of swords and the cries of wounded men coming from the ships closest to them.

After the first moment of stunned silence Aener turned around and bellowed loudly to the crew.

"Turn the ship around now! Ready the ballista and gear up, the slaves are rebelling!" His calm facade was replaced with a furious expression.

The captain immediately bellowed out orders for the crew to heave the ship and sail straight for the next burning carrack. The seamen on board readied themselves for boarding action with their fuming Lord at the front.

Aener had not drawn his sword yet. He tried to calm himself for battle. It would not do for the descendant of the noble blood of Valyria to die against slaves, because he had been out of focus. His teacher had taught him better than that.

They were only moments away from being able to board the first ship. He closed his eyes briefly and relaxed his body. As he had been taught by his uncle Aener, he strengthened himself and his body with the power that was inherit in his blood.

He heard the sounds of battle cries and planks being thrown. Aener opened his eyes and drew his valyrian steel sword in a fluid motion, splitting an unarmoured slave in half that had tried to swing over on a rope. Already splattered with blood Aener stormed across one of the boarding planks his men had laid across the gap and jumped on the deck of the slave ship.

He was not the first on the deck but his blood smeared demeanour made for an intimidating impression. He did not waste any time and mercilessly cut down the first slave that tried to skewer him with a spear. The Slaves had somehow coordinated their efforts and had overwhelmed the few guards on each ship. But most of them were still only armed with wooden planks and had no clothes let alone armour.

Aener cut through their ranks with wide sweeps, ignoring the ones armed with planks. The valyrian Lord was an excellent sword fighter. This scum was no enemy for him. It was a bloodbath.

The apparent leader, a big muscled man bellowed over the deck

"Die Valyrian slaver and rot in..hrrrg..uggh"

Aener had walked up to the last defiant man wearing the stolen armour of a guard and rammed his sword so fast in his gut that the man could not even try to block his attack, or even finish his sentence.

He ripped his longsword out sidewards and kicked the body away from him. He cast his gaze over the deck. His men were finishing off the rest of the rebels. Dead bodies of the slaves, innards and hundreds of litres of blood were being washed away by the waves crashing on the ship.

Aener cleaned his sword on the cloth of a butchered slave and cast his gaze out to the rest of the fleet. Some ships were completely burning. A few had been able to resist somehow and were coming in his direction. But most of the fleet, a little more than two hundred ships were already sailing north, away from him. He would probably be able to catch a few more. But while his war galley was mighty it was not of much use in a chase.

"A few man stay here to crew this ship. The rest goes back on the Berix now. We are not finished yet." The valyrian Lord said with iron in his voice and a determined expression on his face.

Harry POV

Harry had chosen the easternmost tree on the northern part of this continent as his destination when he had departed Winterfell. He was still thinking about the name he had chosen for his tree-apparation network. His meagre ideas had been flashing and tree walking. The second had sounded too much like something from Lord of the Rings, so he had decided to name it flashing for now. Maybe someone would someday find a better name for it.

The tree-network spit him out in front of a smaller weirwood tree standing alone on a hill, overlooking a rocky beach and the eastern sea. A few hundred meters to his right, off on a rocky cliff stood a smaller castle breaking the waves of the rough sea.

A small forest separated him from the castle, only a small worn trail leading through the woods up to the holy tree. No one was around that could have seen or bothered him.

Since there were no weirwood trees on the eastern continent Harry decided to fly over the sea with his trusty old Firebolt. Luckily the charms on it were good enough to keep it in a good condition.

For a second he simply enjoyed the fantastic view. Only moments away from sundown an old memory struck Harry.

FLASHBACK

He stood in the middle of a small village made up of simple but sophisticated dirt huts. His dark black wizards robe swaying in the breeze. The sight in front of him shocked him. It was a late summer evening and the rest of the sunlight was filtering through the canopy of the thick jungle trees. Directly in front of him lay a pile of dead bodies. Men women and children slaughtered all the same. People he had known and cherished. People he had sworn to protect. The tribe that had helped him realise the true extend of magic and the nature around him had been brutally killed. Harry was boiling with anger.

The war between the mundane and the magical world had broken out a month ago. Already many muggle cities lay in run, either devastated by magical attacks or creatures, or nuked to oblivion by opposing muggle countries that had use the chance. It was the next world war where even the magicals took different sides. Some were ambitious young wizard or witches that took control of the muggle governments and some outright conquered a few of the third world countries.

Either way almost all the sides had tried to recruit the Lord of the Dead, as most called him nowadays. Since he did not seem to age after becoming 21 and had survived everything thrown at him, people assumed he must have made some very dark deal with his soul, for no Dark Lord before had achieved this. After unsuccessfully trying to mediate peace summits a few times, he had denied all of their invitations. The magicals had long ago branded him a Dark Lord that had to be killed or contained. And the mundane were hell bent for destruction. Nothing could stop them from their path.

Harry had decided to stay neutral and help the small people where he could. Which was the reason he was to late now.

A man coming out of one of the dirt huts to his side spoke in a mock respectful voice.

"Mr. Potter. It's very nice to finally meet you. I have heard so much about you. I knew this would motivate you to come right away."

He wore dark green wizarding robes and a cliché pointy hat. The man was of average height with a lean build, blond hair and dark green eyes. Despite his cocky words and his smirk he let a slight nervousness show and had his wand and full attention on Harry.

Right when the man had spoken and stepped out of the dwelling as many as thirty pops were heard around the dirt plaza and just as many dark clothed wizards and witches appeared in a circle around Harry all pointing their wands at him.

The man dusted himself off and said in a mocking tone.

"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Marcus Greengrass. Loyal servant of the New British Empire."the words of the man becoming more unsure as a dark aura seemed to grow around Potter.

Harry had barely heard what the man had said. Despite the dozens of wands bearing on him he stood still starring at the pile of bodies.

He silently said his goodbyes and bade them for forgiveness, for not being able to save them. Standing in front of his biggest failure he realized that not everyone could be saved. He should have set his priorities straight and been there for his people when they had needed him.

The empty feeling he had felt in his stomach vanished and a primordial rage consumed him. He closed his eyes and extended his sense in all directions, fuelled by his anger. Time seemed to slow when he summoned his wand with a swish of his right hand. He did not realize that his trusty phoenix feather wand stayed in its holster, and the Elder Wand, which had been stored in his trunk, appeared in his hand.

The black stone hanging on a chain around his neck started to glow and the cloak rolled up in his pockets slithered out and glided around his back and fastened itself. Harry did not become invisible. The cloak took on a deep dark colour swallowing the light around him. Harry simply did not wish to be invisible at this moment. He opened his eyes and unleashed his magic freely without any incantations. Magic simply manifested his intentions.

Before the blond man had been able to finish his words of introduction, Harry had turned his dark glowing eyes on him and used his wand to send a deep black unnamed spell at the cocky wizard. With his left hand he let of a shimmering shock wave behind his back, so strong his feet dug in to the ground. Red and green spells started to fly at him form every direction.

With another swish of the Elder Wand a silvery white shining bubble appeared around Harry which absorbed all the incoming spells effortlessly.

The blond man hastily put up a protego charm to protect himself from the unknown spell only to witness as the black orb simply went through the shield and hit him in the chest. He went limp and fell to the ground seemingly dead or unconscious.

As soon as the ominous shimmering shock wave touched the first men, they aged to white hairs in the blink of an eye before crumbling to dust, leaving only their cloths and wands behind.

Harry sank deeper into his rage and made quick work with the rest of the hit wizards. Completely foregoing any regards to anything around him he cast the most powerful fiendfyre he could manage.

Demons made of of the hottest fire and the most vile intentions reared their heads in different form of beasts. Everything in a hundred meter around Harry burned instantly to ash. In his battle trance he did not realise that he did not have to fight the demons of hell. In contrast to everything what was known, the hellish beasts of fiendfyre obeyed him almost eagerly to do his bidding and sow destruction around him.

After only a few seconds Harry pulled back the beasts and with a simple wish of the Elder Wand the hell fire vanished leaving only scorched earth behind.

Coming out of his trance harry and being hit by his grief, Harry realised he was holding the Elder Wand and started to marvel at the connection he felt to all three of the Hallows. With a simple thought the cloak covered him and went invisible.

Harry marvelled at his newfound power and decided to use the hollows from now on. The Elder Wand seemed to get warm in his hand, it felt right.

FLASHBACK END

After only a few hours of flying east, Harry could recognise the shape of something big on the sea south of him. Flying closer but still high enough to not be seen Harry realised that the big blob he had spotted from the distance were in fact ships. A whole fleet of ships actually. Some were lagging quite a bit behind and most of the vessels looked the worse for wear.

There were no banners hanging on any of the ships and Harry could see many people of different ethnicity working on the decks. Only a few of the bigger ships looked as if they had any armaments at all. Even with his limited knowledge on the ships here, this did not look like a war fleet.

He thought about how to contact these people if at all. He did not really fancy keeping his magic secret for the rest of time. Better people knew to fear him and his abilities to some degree.

Nor did he fancy landing with his broom on one of the ships. It did look kinda ridiculous. His Animagus would make a better impression. When he first had found his form he had been disappointed.

A raven was not very impressive nor was it very useful besides simple scouting. He was a lot slower than with his Firebolt. He mostly used his form to relax and enjoy the feeling of being free in the sky. He had briefly entertained the thought of flying over the wall when he had first seen it. But he had been interested in the ancient order of the Nightswatch, and had simply used the door.

He shrunk his Firebolt and stored it safely in his pocket, enjoying the free fall for a second. He was high enough that no one would see him change. Swiftly transforming himself to his raven form Harry relaxed when the different sensations of the animal sense hit him. He smelled the salty air of the sea and felt the sun warming his black feathers.

He circled the fleet for a few more minutes to get a better picture of who sailed here. Most of the men working on the ships were thin and many had scars or even missing limbs. Still they looked cheerful and had hope in their eyes.

Harry landed on the crows nest of the leading ship and listened to a conversation two men were having with a women near the bow of the ship.

The women had a slender body wore a light silver dress made of fine silks. She wore big earrings in the form of a half moon and had piercing blue eyes. She had a beautiful face and a tinkling laughter. Her dark brown hair was braided in a long braid hanging over her backside. She was stunning to Harry.

Both of the men were packed with muscles and armed with shield and sword. They did not wear any armour and were even bare chested with only small clothes bellow. One of them had a bright red beard and a thick scar running over his face.

The woman stopped her light laughter and said in an amused clear voice.

"You should stop worrying about our destination and make sure that food and water is distributed to everyone equally. We will not have any strife now."

Both men lowered their heads in shame and the one on the left said in a strong and raspy voice

"You must excuse us Lady Nyri. But the men and women are anxious for their new home. Are you sure the Dragonlords cannot find us there? We cannot stop them when they find us with one of their beasts in tow. We were lucky we were able to escape, no one wants be be enslaved again."

The face of the beautiful women took an a serious note. She said in the same comforting yet firm voice.

"I have shown you all my vision. It is only a few days away. With good speed the Dragonlords will not be able to find us."

Before any of them could respond, Harry flew down and landed on the railing besides the three. With his black raven eyes, he intently stared at the beautiful women. She had a commanding presence and held herself as if she were a queen. But what intrigued him most was the clear feeling of magic that came from her. While it was only a flicker of his own it was still the first magical person Harry had found in this world.

The women stopped speaking and watched the black bird curiously. The men exclaimed surprised shouts.

"What is a raven doing here on the open sea. And look at its starring eyes. Deep black with silver twinkles in them. This bird ain't normal I tell ya" the other man spoke and spit on the deck.

Still starring at the bird with a curious gaze the beautiful Lady stepped closer to Harry and extended her hand to lightly stroke his feathers.

Before she could touch him Harry jumped off the railing and flew a circle over the bow of the ship. With a flourish transformation he landed with his two feet on the deck, back in his normal form.

The few men working on the ship and the group of three all stopped what they were doing and starred with open mouths at Harry. Only the dark haired beauty did not seem as surprised as the rest. She looked rather impressed.

Harry made a small bow and held his arms non threateningly to his side before he said with a grin on his face.

"I wish you no harm, I am Lord Harry Peverell, travelling wizard. You look like you could use some help, and I could use someone who can help me fill my map."

For a second or two there was no response to his statement and the only sound made were the waves crashing on the side of the ship.

The next moment the men on the ship regained their senses and collectively drew their weapons.

No one advanced on Harry yet. They seemed terrified of him and his magic. He was a little stumped.

The Lady Nyri made a few long strides before her companions could stop her and stepped up to Harry, she inspected him from top to bottom with a curious gaze, and fixed him with her deep blue eyes.

"I am Lady Nyri, I have never seen nor heard of you before in Valyria. We would have heard of a sorcerer with abilities like yours."

Her tone was questioning but respectful.

Harry spoke in a warm but firm voice."I have never been in the Valyrian Freehold or even on this eastern continent. I come from an island in the west."

"I planed on visiting the east and saw your ships from above. As I said you looked like you could use some help."

Harry did slightly extend his mental probe to gauge the feelings of the crew. Many of them were hungry and hurt. But there were no malicious thoughts or intent visible for Harry. He realized that he could not feel anything coming from the Lady in front of him. She must have had some form of training.

She still fixed him with her piercing stare and seemed to think about what to say. There was a moment of intoned silence before she nodded and said.

"We will see how trustworthy you are. I can not stop you from following us so I propose a deal. You will help us repair our ships and escort us safely to our destination, it's only a few days away when we will land on Essos as we call it."

"In return I will make sure every man and women that know something about mapping will help you fill out your map." she said with a slightly cocky tone in her voice.

She winked away the protests coming from the men behind her that still had their weapons drawn.

She was back to her commanding voice when she asked.

"Do we have a deal?"

Harry did not wait long and nodded with a big smile.

"Works for me, I have time and it should not be a problem to repair your ships."

For the next hour the stunning Lady had to calm down the nervous crew.

After she had informed the rest of the fleet of the new circumstances and told them not to try and kill the wizard, Harry went to work.

Casting reparos on groups of 10, he flew from ship to ship until he had repaired all of them. Every crew was stunned and in disbelief when they saw the wooden planks and steel nails fly around them and rearrange themselves.

After landing back on the flagship many of the crewmen were still in disbelief but had lost their hostile attitude towards him. They all knew no Dragonlord would have helped the former slaves or even talked to them. No they would have burned or recaptured them all.

When evening came, Harry was standing on the bow of the ship watching the waves crash against the hull. He was enjoying the sundown when a soft hand touched him lightly on the shoulder and a soft teasing voice spoke from behind him.

"Lord Peverell, would you like to accompany me to dinner?"

He turned around and saw the Lady Nyri standing before him in the same silver dress she had worn on the morning. It hugged her figure closely and accentuated her womanly curves.

She was barefoot with only a small silver chain around her left ankle.

Her face was soft and held a small smile, yet her eyes had an impregnable strength to them Harry had never seen before.

Harry lightly bowed and replied in an amused tone.

"It would be my pleasure my Lady"

Dinner was a quiet affair. Dining with them were them two men from the morning. The red bearded man was still bare chested and presented himself as Sam Redbeard the leader of the former slaves. The second man wore a fancy gold lined red tunic that did not seem to fit him quite right. He introduced himself as Lemmer, and was the Captain of the temporary flagship.

The men were a little anxious when they told Harry about their past and the reason they were fleeing.

That Lady Nyri and more of the lesser moonsinger as they were called, had had a vision about a sheltered place in the north of Essos. They had been sailing for weeks and were now only a few days away from their destination.

Twigs had only told him briefly about these Dragonlords as they called themselves. They were capable of magic as it seemed and practised slavery and even mass sacrifices. Harry shuddered slightly when he thought about the scale of what the moonsinger and her companions told him.

The fleet had originally been send out to establish a foothold in Sothoryos for house Belaerys, one of the mightiest families of the Valyrian Freehold. They spoke about how they had planned a rebellion for a long time, and had used the chance they got to free themselves.

The dinner ended on a good note that evening and Harry was led to his cabin by Lady Nyri.

They stopped in front of Harrys bunk door and Nyri made a step to the side gesturing at the crude door.

"I thank you for the help you have granted us. We all are very thankful to you."

She held eye contact steadily before she smirked lightly and made a small curtsey.

"I bid you a good night Lord Peverell."

Before Harry could thank her for the dinner she had turned around and left with long strides.

The next four days were a pleasure for Harry. The former slaves were mostly joyful people despite the many hardships they had endured. He deeply enjoyed the camaraderie he did not even know he had missed. From simple discussions about the weather or small dice games. Harry had even flown to the ships which had children on them, to uplift their spirits with little shows of magic.

On the early morn of the fifth day Harry was flying high above the fleet in his raven form enjoying the warm rays of the sun and the fresh air. Climbing higher on the cloudless sky Harry recognised land on the horizon. It was hard to see from up here even with his enhanced animal eyes. It looked like a vast lagoon with tall mountanous islands forming a semi circle around the lagoon with large trees growing on them. There were hundreds of islands inside of the sheltered lagoon.

Some so small one could barely stand on them, and other big enough to build parts of a city on them. The entrance to the small bay was wide enough for five ships to pass through with cliffs on both sides.

He could not see much more without getting closer, so he flew back to the fleet which was still about a days sailing away from the promised land.

Lady Nyri and Sam Redbeard stood on the deck besides the steering wheel arguing about something nonsense. Nyri had her arms crossed and huffed with an indignant stare.

"We are not gonna name our new home Red Town."

Harry could only hear the last sentence, before he landed with a flourish transformation and they both stopped arguing and directed their attention at them.

He watched them amused but with a calm stare for a few seconds before Red Beard could not hold it any more.

"And did you find it, what did you see?" He asked agitated.

Harry did not want to prolong so he spoke in a loud and clear voice so the whole crew would hear.

"Yes indeed Lady Nyri was right. Your promised land will soon be visible on the horizon. And it looks pretty nice I have to say"

He said the last part with a big grin on his face before loud cries of jubilation broke out on the ship. Soon more ships received the news and spread the message quickly to the rest of the fleet.

Around midday the first specks of land became visible. The sea around the fleet seemed to vibrate because of the loud cheers all the crews gave out.

When they came closer, the narrow entrance between the cliffs and the covering hills became visible. The lagoon itself could not be seen from here. Large pine trees growing on the cliffs further blocking their sight.

Red Beard, Lady Nyri and Harry were all standing on the bow of the ship when they passed the passageway leading into the lagoon. Both his bystanders and the whole crew made big eyes when the whole of the bay came in sight. It was a breathtaking view. The first few islands were mountainous and formed a semi circle around many more smaller and flatter islands. Big patches of marshland formed the mainland where a large river merged in to the lagoon.

Redbeard turned to Nyri and made a deep bow.

"If I would not have sworn to never kneel again, I would do so too. You have led us to a sheltered land, as you have promised." He straightened himself and gave Harry a nod before letting his gaze wander over the small patch of paradise in front of him.

He spoke in a strong voice.

"We will build a new civilization here. Hidden from the evil of Valyria. A place where there are no slaves, only free men."

His face became thoughtful. "We will hold a big assembly, to decide how we want to govern our future city. It must be a fair process of equals."

Red Beard ended his little speech and gripped the railing in front of him, watching as they came closer to the network of the canals between the islands.

The rest of the day was spent bringing all the ships in to the lagoon and unload all the people and the many supplies they had stolen from the valyrian Lords.

The free people as they had started to call themselves for now, settled on one of the biggest islands close to the centre of the network, right next to the biggest patch of floating land in the lagoon.

As a gift, he had told them, Harry concentrated and lifted many big boulders out of the sea and put them down where the two big islands where closest. When he had enough he pulled the Elder Wand and concentrated, he tried to remember how the bridge from Hogwarts had looked like.

With a massive wordless spell formed from his intentions and memories Harry transfigured the boulders to a beautiful large stone bridge that spun over the waterway between the islands and connected them. He only changed the bridge to a high arch so ships could pass underneath.

The whole construction was seamless connected and anchored deep in the ground. The railings were beautifully carved and depicted the story they had told him of. How they had rebelled and sailed north for the promised land. The was more free space to carve more in the future.

He was quite pleased with the result. Not to speak of the free people. They were thankful for the gift and marvelled at the detailed carvings.

Feasting this evening was a grand affair out in the open with hundreds of people eating and drinking merrily. All together there were almost twenty thousand people living on the new land that had yet to be named.

Harry sat beside Nyri when they finished their meal and she addressed him in a warm voice unlike her normally firm tone.

"I think I have had enough for this evening Lord Peverell, would you escort me to my tent?"

She watched him when he placed down his knife, stood up and took her hand in his. He took a moment to truly appreciate her beauty. She wore a deep blue dress and had her hair in one big braid.

Even without make-up in this world, her lips were full and had a red shine to them. Her big blues eyes were still watching him intently waiting for his answer. While he had not spoken to her about her magic, he was content watching her for now, it only added to her beauty.

He spoke in a deep voice trying to hide his arousal.

"It would be my pleasure Lady Nyri."

They both left the feast and made their way to the Lady Nyri tent.

When they reached heir destination Nyri turned around and looked a little shy when she said.

"I thank you again for all your help." She looked like she wanted to say more before she went on her toe tips and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

She turned slightly red and bade him a good night before she hurried in to her tent and closed the flap.

Harry cherished the moment for a second with a grin, having forgotten these feelings for a long time since their had been no time or trust for this in the old world, before he trailed to his own tent.