AN: So here is the next chapter I hope you all like it. I had hoped to move the story onto King's Landing but I kind of got really into this chapter. Still though I think it is quite good. The next chaos halfway done so might be out next week sometime.

So yeah anyway hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Song of Ice And Fire or Game of Thrones.

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Chapter 10

(With Harry in the Far North)

The land beyond the Wall was a cold and unforgiving place, the ice cold winds blew through the spindly trees that dotted the landscape. The snow piled up high, sometimes metres deep in some places. It was an inhospitable place, a harsh landscape where only the strong could live. The residents of this cold tundra were known by those south of the Wall as 'Wildlings', though they often referred to themselves as the 'Free Folk'.

The Free Folk were a nomadic people, often separating themselves into small tribes that constantly travelled across the land beyond the Wall. Moving to places where there were resources, before moving away when those resources were depleted. These varied in the ways they lived, most relied on hunting and fishing to live, but a few relied on cannibalism. At the same time some of the tribes were quite civilized, some however, like the ones who lived north of the Frozen Shore and in the arctic wastes west of the Frost fangs were truly cannibalistic savages.

It was these tribes of cannibals like some of the river tribes, which gave all Free Folk a bad reputation. For these tribes were savages, driven mad by their consummation of human flesh, they truly were primitive savages.

It was in this icy tundra that Harry and his group arrived, with a slight explosion of snow as their feet slammed into the ground, Harry, Blaise, Fred and George all appeared via portkey. Within seconds of their appearance there were four more explosions of snow, this signaled the arrival of the golems they had brought here for testing. There stood knee deep in the snow were twenty, six and a half foot tall golems, made of stone and clad in the Goblin's mass manufactured armour. Each of the golems held a large four foot tall shield in their left arm, and a Goblin forged steel weapon in their right hand. The weapons varied between swords, hammers and axes. Overall the golems looked very formidable.

"Alrighty then!" George said as he clasped his hands together a large grin on his face. "I think it is time to properly test these bad boys out!"

"All we need now is a target for them to destroy!" Fred added in, his face showing an identical smile to George's. "Harry, got any preferred target?"

"Yeah, I flew around this area last week in my animagus form, scouted out quite a lot of it." Harry began as he looked around, the area from ground level looking quite different than it did from the air, it was one of the downsides of scouting in his hawk form, everthign looked slight different in a bird's perspective. There were a lot more hills and rocky crevices than he thought, but even so he knew where they were, and he also knew where their target was. "What we are looking for is a nearby 'Wildling' village, it's a ramshackle place which is far from here, just over that hill and near the river." Harry said gesturing gin the direction of the village as he did so.

"A village Harry? Isn't that a bit…?" George began an uncertain look on his face as he looked over at Harry.

"A bit what?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow as he turned to look at the twins.

"Well you know… a bit messed up." Fred trailed off looking a bit uncomfortable. It was one thing attacking the Iron Islands, they had struck first, and what was more they were murdering, raiding savages who deserved to be killed. But attacking a random village that had not done anything to them, that was something they were not as comfortable with.

"Did I mention that the clans of Wildlings near this river are cannibals that hunt down their fellow 'Wildlings' and eat them, among other things…" Harry commented idly, giving the duo a bland look as he did so.

"Sounds like they deserve it to me." Blaise added in with a feral smirk now visible on the small amount of his face that was not covered by his silver mask. "If you think about it we are doing a good deed."

"Well yeah that does make it easier, but what do we do about the children and other innocence?" Fred asked, now looking less uncomfortable with unleashing his and his twin's creations on cannibalistic savages.

Blaise shrugged at that, as if to say 'who cares'.

Harry though frowned slight before replying. "They will be kept alive; we will bring them back with us to the Iron Islands and give them to the mind healers. Hopefully they are not too far gone and can be integrated into the local population."

Blaise once again grunted at that.

Fred and George however looked much happier. "Alright that sounds like a good idea. We might as well get a move on then."

With that said the two twins went over to the golems, their nimble hands taking off the breastplate of the nearest one, revealing its stone torso to the other two. Looking closer, Harry's enhanced eyes picked up the numerous bands of runes running across the chest. His mind already deciphering the complex script picking out as he did the command rune, the animation rune and then other assorted strength and durability runes. Walking over to the two already knowing what they were doing, Harry raised his hand and placed it on the largest rune on the chest, the control rune, channeling a bit of his magic into it, not needing any prompting from the twins, he watched as the numerous faintly glowing symbols suddenly shone an icy blue colour as Harry's magic flooded through them. Looking up at the helmeted head, he could briefly make out to glowing blue eyes behind the dark visor. A few seconds later though the brightly lit runes that were spread out across the stony torso, had once again returned to a dull glow.

"Right then, this golem should be attuned to your magic, meaning it will now obey all your commands." George said as he gave the runes another once over before putting the chest plate back on. "Now we just need to do the other nineteen."

Harry rolled his eyes at that before letting out a sigh and going to help the twins. The attunement of the other nineteen golems did not take long as the three of them worked together, a bored Blaise opting to stay on watch instead of messing about with runes. Soon enough though they had them all attuned to Harry and were ready to move out.

"Ok, I want all of you to follow us in a square formation." Harry called out, directing the semi-sentient golems with his will as he did so. The stone golems instantly obeying his command as they arranged themselves in a prefect square formation, all twenty of them now stood silently behind Harry, Fred, George and Blaise.

"Now you will follow us." Harry called out again as he drew his sword from his sheath, holding the thin blade in his left hand, prepared to use it at a moment's notice. His right hand also began to crackle with magic as he walked forward, the twenty armoured golems walking along behind. His reason for such caution was simple, they were in enemy territory, and it was possible that the natives would try and ambush them. And no matter how powerful someone was, if they were caught unprepared din an ambush they could die.

The other three wizards with him followed his lead. Blaise unsheathing 'Red Rain', the Valyrian Steel sword he claimed when he destroyed House Drumm, the red blade having only been returned to him the other day by the Goblin's. Who in the three weeks since the meeting had apparently been running a number of experiments on the blade, testing out first how to recreate it, and second whether it was better than their own steel. So far they were impressed.

Fred and George each pulled out an axe, the two of them resting their weapons on their shoulders as they casually followed Harry and Blaise.

The group travelled for twenty minutes in silence, the only sound coming from the golem's feet as the snow compacted beneath their armourd boot. Eventually the group found themselves on the top of one of the rocky hill that dotted the landscape, looking down on the small ramshackle villages at the bottom of the hill as they did so. The village had a fast flowing river on one side and some mountainous hills on the other.

Looking down at it in interest, Harry's eyes darted from patched tent to patched tent, noticing as he did so that they were made out of leather. Some of it dark in colour, looking to come from some kind of animal, other parts of the tent however looked slightly more human in nature. The feeling of revulsion began to build up in Harry as he saw that, the feeling only growing as he took note of what some of the visible cannibals were doing, a group of them were gathered around a fire, cooking meat of spits over the open flames. The meat in question looked suspiciously like a human leg.

"Right golems I want you to advance. We will follow behind; sending artillery spells over your heads. Your job is to defend us from physical attack, so we can use our magic uninterrupted." Harry ordered, a smile coming to his face as he saw the golems move. The stone warriors now encircling the three wizards on all sides, their weapons now unsheathed, their helmeted faces pointed in the direction of the Wildling village. "Now advance!"

As one the golems began to advance down the hill in the direction of the nearby village. The action catching the attention of the Wildlings, the small village bursting into activity as the cannibals went for their weapons. Some of them letting out roars of anger at this intrusion on their land, like ants surging out of their nest, the Wildlings erupted from their tribal village, the warriors grabbing weapons to fight with even as the children and women folk scrambled for cover in their ragged hovels.

The name Wildlings truly fit these people. Their skins was grubby and grimy, probably due to them not properly washing themselves, due to how cold it was this far north. They wore clothing made up of rotting fur and leather. A number of them wore human remains as trophies, the one leading the charge was a giant of a man, almost seven feet tall in height, and covered in a ragged grey cloak, the rest of his clothing looked like it had been stitched together from a number of different pelts. In the man's hand there was a large crudely made battle axe, which looked to be made of bronze. It was a good quality weapon in comparison to some of the equipment the charging Wilding's used. Many of them used spears made out of sharpened branches, or had clubs made of bone or wood, with chunks of stone protruding from them. Several of them carried metal weapons though; however the weapons were poorly maintained and often made out of rusted iron or bronze.

As one the tribal warriors charged up the hill towards Harry and his companions. There were almost one hundred of them in total, and more seemed to charge out of the village. Harry frowned as he watched this; these Wildlings, they had no sense of strategy and well just no sense in general. Their first instinct when confronted was to attack, even if that meant charging uphill against an organized and better armed group, relying on sheer numbers and ferocity over martial skill and tactics.

"Hold!" Harry shouted raising his arm above his head as he did so. These primitive Wildlings, they reminded him of the 'tainted ones', humans who had been mutated and had gone mad, only driven forward by their most basic instincts, driven forward by the need to kill and eat.

Around Harry the golems came to a standstill, all of them waiting for the next order as they passively looked down on the charging horde. His fellow wizards also stopped, but unlikely the golems, they looked down on the Wildlings with disgust. No doubt they too were reminded of the 'tainted ones', one of the last remnants of humanity.

"Stand ready!" Harry called, his right hand glowing red as he raised it into the air.

The golems raised their shields standing ready, the golems interlocking their large shields to create a shield wall as they did so, their weapons also prepared to at a moment's notice to burst forth from the shield wall and lay down the pain on the charging Wildlings.

"Blaise, Fred, George." Harry called out looking over at his fellow wizards, no longer directing his will towards the golems, in order for them not to get confused over his orders. "Prepare an artillery bombardment!"

The three men nodded, as Blaise raised his own glowing hand into the air. Whilst Fred and George withdrew their wands from their wrist guards, hefting their axes with their left hands as they did so. The usually mischievous twins no longer looked quite as nonchalant as they did before; their faces were now taught with tension as they prepared themselves for the conflict ahead.

The Wilding's by this point had closed in on Harry's group, the cannibals letting out battle screams as they prepared to engage the wall of steel before them.

"Unleash hell!" Harry shouted again, a large condensed bolt of red magic erupting out of his hand as he did so, the bolting shooting over the top of the golem's heads before it descended down upon the crowd of cannibalistic Wildlings. Blaise, Fred and George all added their own bolts of red magic to the bombardment, their own attacks not being quite as big or dense as Harry's but still being effective.

As Harry's bolt of magic struck the horde, the bolt hitting one of the charging Wildlings dead centre in their chest, as it struck it exploded outwards, ripping apart the ground at their feet and disintegrating everything within fifteen feet of the epicentre. Blaise, Fred and George's attacks also struck, each of them creating their own explosions, as condensed magic erupted from their wands and rained down on the charging mob of Wildlings.

"And again!" Harry called out as he released another bolt. "Aim at the back of the group, make sure they can't retreat! We need them to engage the golems in combat!"

The others nodded grimly as they continued to rain fire and death down upon the Wildings. The bombardment of spells now landing behind enemy lines, the explosions tearing apart the earth and scaring the Wildlings in the direction of the wall of waiting golems, the savage men scrambling forwards, in the hopes of getting away from the fire and death behind them.

"Here they come!" Harry shouted as he sent another 'bombardment' spell over the heads of the wall of stone and steel. "Golems! Engage for combat!"

A ringing of steel was the response Harry received, as the golems clattered their shields together, tightening the shield wall.

With screams of fear, hate and anger, the now much decreased horde of Wildlings crashed against the golems. In the moment before they made contact, the golems as one took a half step forward, ramming their thick metal shields forward as they did so. The first line of Wildings were sent crashing backwards, the wild men landing on the ground only to be trampled by their oncoming fellows.

"Hold the bombardment!" Harry called out to the rest of his group. "Let's test the combat abilities of the golems."

At his words the spells from the wizards stopped, as they instead just watched the melee in front of them.

The golems were entirely silent as they fought what they lacked in skill they more than made up for in strength and durability, wielding their large weapons with devastating results. Their Goblin forged blades cut through the leather and fur armour the Wildlings wore. The strength of the blows were so great they slammed the Wildlings into the ground, this was practically a death sentence, as even if the blows they received were not fatal, they still would find themselves trampled to death by their comrades.

Through it all Harry kept an eagle eye on the fight, taking not of the strength and weaknesses the golems showed. As whilst it was true they were incredibly strong and durable, they weren't unstoppable. The golems were slower than an average human, and their attacks were very straight forward. They lacked the initiative a living breathing human had. Still though they were effective and were carrying out the job they were created for well.

The golems had been created to be a walking shield wall, an impenetrable defense that will hold back the superior numbers of the non-magical armies, allowing the magical to unleash their attacks without fear of being overwhelmed by the enemy. It also took of the need for them to defend themselves from physical attack, whilst also casting their spells. So overall the golems provided an effective defense however that was against ill-equipped and untrained Wildlings who were half mad. How effective they would be against armies of well trained knights and men-at-arms was yet to be seen. One thing that they would not have to worry about though was stray arrow fire. With the defense the golems provided, it meant they could have several wizards maintaining a permanent ward that would turn any projectile sent art them away. This they had found after the invasion of the Iron Islands, was necessary, a number of them had been struck by stray arrows sent from the Iron Fleet. The wizards hit had not been expecting it and so were not able to respond quick enough to defend themselves. With a permanent ward in place however, such dangers should be a thing of the past, the arrows and other projections hopefully being deflected away

Back with the battle Harry could see that the Wildling horde was thinning, as the unrelenting, untiring golems continued to attack them. As Harry focused in he could see that the leader was still alive, the massive man having taken charge of the remnant of his tribe. His eyes wide with rage fuelled terror as he struck out at one of the golems with his large bronze battleaxe.

Harry was about to look away and instead give the order for the other wizards to begin the bombardment, and bring the test to the end, when something caught his eye. Looking at what it was, he was able to see the hulking leader strike one of the golems again, only this time Harry's eyes noticed the mass produced chainmail links at the juncture between the golem's neck and shoulder break.

It appeared Harry wasn't the only one to notice as with a scream the axe wielding man grabbed one of his last remaining warriors, and threw him at the golem in question. The golem following its orders and bringing its large steel sword down on the unfortunate man, the strike cleaving through the man's shoulder and getting stuck halfway into his chest.

Taking advantage of this, the tribal chief lifted his axe above his head, before bringing it down in the same spot on the golem's neck. The bronze axe head cracking slightly at the force of the blow, but even so it still managed to get through the broken chainmail. With a crash the golem collapsed to the ground, its body falling apart into a small pile of rock.

Seeing this, the tribal chief, looked shocked for a moment, before he threw his head back and let loose a scream of victory. The scream quickly came to an end though when Harry flicked his hand in the man's direction, releasing a small bolt of corrosive yellow magic as he did so. The large man's scream trailed off as he looked dumbly down at his chest, his face showing his confusion as he tried to work out why he had a large smoking hole going straight through his chest. Soundlessly the man collapsed backwards, dead before he hit the ground.

This was the last straw for the Wildlings though as with shouts and screams they turned and ran, heading back to the safety of their village, dodging around craters and dead bodies as they did so.

"Blaise" Harry said, getting the attention of his left-hand man. "I think it is time we do our part."

The small part of Blaise's face that was still visible behind his silver mask, curved up into a wicked grin as he nodded his head in assent

Seeing that Harry let out a bark of laughter, before with a faint crack he apparated away. Appearing again next to one of the fleeing Wildling's his blade already mid swing as he tore through the man's throat with ease. Not even waiting a second, he apparated again, this time though he appeared in front of a fleeing woman. A particularly vile woman though, one who had the skull of a baby hanging like a pendent from her neck. Without a hint of regret Harry lunged forward, his rapier piercing the woman's throat with ease, as he apparated away again the motion caused his sword to rip through the rest of her neck, effectively beheading her.

Whilst this was happening, Blaise was not idle, apparating himself, he appeared above one of the fleeing men, his armoured boot landing on the man with his full weight behind it, crushing the man's skull as Blaise landed. Lashing out with his free hand he bisected one of the few remaining Wildlings with a dark cutting curse. Turning back around he vanished again, only this time he appeared mid swing in front of the last remaining Wilding. With barely any effort at all, Blaise's red blade sliced through the Wildling's neck, decapitating him with a single swing.

"Alright!" Harry called as Blaise, Fred and George appeared next to him via apparation. "Fred you collect up the fallen golem and find out what went wrong."

Fred nodded as he apparated away, already thinking on possible reasons the golem was destroyed so easily by the axe swinging Wildling.

"George and Blaise you two are going to come with me to the village. Kill anyone who attacks you, but don't harm any children or those who surrender. We'll take them to the mind healer's and see if they are salvageable." Both of the men nodded as they followed Harry down to the now mostly empty and panicking Wildling village.

"Golems follow!" He called over his shoulder, making all nineteen stone warriors move, ll of them marching in formation behind the three leading wizards.

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(A day later on the Iron Islands)

"So it was a good initial test." Harry summarized as he looked around at the people around him.

He was currently stood in the main hall of Pyke, where he was holding an informal meeting with Fred, George, Daphne, Neville, Fleur and Ragnar. The purpose of the current meeting was a discussion on the recent events in the north and what would happen next.

"Have you found out what went wrong with the one that was destroyed?" An impatient Ragnar griped, as his beady eyed gaze burned a hole in Fred and George.

"Well, we have worked out that the axe strike that broke through the chainmail also damaged the rune script. This had a knock on effect of causing all the connected runes to fail and the golem to fall to pieces."George replied with a thoughtful expression, his brother Fred nodding along in agreement.

"I thought the stone was supposed to be unbreakable, how could a simple bronze axe break it?" Blaise asked in confusion, the man had never specialized in runes.

"Runes are a finicky subject just like magic. Just because you spell or enchant something to be unbreakable does mean that it is. I mean looking at the walls of Hogwarts, they were destroyed during the war, and those stones were far more ancient and protected than those golems." Harry spoke up as he looked around at the group. "A common misconception is that runes are limitless, that is incorrect. Runes just like every other branch of magic have limitations, whether they are human limitations or physical."

"Alright so how do we fix this problem?" Daphne asked getting the conversation back on track before Harry went on one of his rants/lectures on runes and how people are generally idiots.

"We will just have to thicken the armour at the joints, that or remove some of the script. But that will decrease the golem's performance; I mean we could make it so they are practically indestructible, but then to do that we would have to probably disable the offensive capabilities." Fred spoke up with a shrug.

"It's all about balance really, like with most things." George added in.

"Ok then, with that said we might need to strengthen the chainmail." Harry began as he looked over at Ragnar thoughtfully.

"The armour is mass manufactured by the Goblin smiths, it is the kind we have begun selling to the other Kingdoms. It is better than that castle forged steel crap they use, but nowhere near as strong as proper Goblin forged steel." Ragnar answered with a sneer. "If you want the highest quality armour it will be a lot more expensive and a lot more time consuming for our smiths."

"Which would put a dent in the amount of money you are now making in trade, as those smiths won't be able to create the jewelry and armour for export anymore." Harry guessed as he gave the Goblin a thoughtful look, getting a nod from the Goblin in response. "How about changing the pattern of the chainmail?"

This gained him confused looks from the rest of the group.

"What I am talking about it what if we make runic patterns in the chainmail and imbue them with magic, and use that to strengthen the chainmail." Harry said as he looked over at Ragnar, getting a small mod from the Goblin.

"That is possible." He agreed grudgingly. "But a proper design will be needed."

"We'll take care of that." Fred said, before looking over at Harry. "I mean you are heading off to King's Landing tomorrow, and fuck knows when you will be back."

"Ok then I will leave it up to you." Harry replied. "You might as well head off now; the rest of the meeting isn't really about R&D."

"Ok, we'll catch up with you again later." Fred nodded, thankful to be out of the meeting. It is not that they weren't useful; it's just that he would rather be doing other things. "We have just had a breakthrough on the mirrors, so we will hopefully have those sorted within the next month."

"Good!" Harry nodded, a smile making its way across his face, "I am glad my notes were useful. The sooner we get them the better. Instant communication will be a very useful advantage for us in a primitive world like this one."

"Gotcha!" Fred said with a grin before he and George apparated away with twin cracks.

"I to will go." Ragnar decided as he looked over at Harry. "Now that the Island's trading has been established, and the fleet is beginning to ship our goods to the other kingdoms, the incomes of the Islands have increased. We are in the midst of opening up a new Gringotts here in Westeros, at first dealing with the Islands and the Guilds, but soon as our reputation grows we will expand."

"Well keep in mind the need for secrecy. We don't want the knowledge of our magic getting gout." Harry replied.

"We have already hired and trained natives who will be acting on our behalf when necessary." Ragnar grumbled back, quite irritated with not being able to do all his business face to face like he preferred. "Good thing we got those contracts sorted out!"

"True the contracts have been useful in making sure we remain anonymous. I am just thankful though that the natives were so amenable to the idea." Harry responded calmly.

"They are making money and living comfortably, what have they got to complain about." Ragnar grumbled again, as he shuffled his way to the door of the room. "Make sure you don't screw up at King's Landing human, we have only just begun making gold again, we don't want you to fuck it up."

"Glad to see that you are as charming as ever Ragnar!" Harry called cheerfully back to the Goblin, getting more muttering in response. The Goblins were a prickly bunch, but most of them were pretty decent if you gave them a chance. Ragnar especially was very accommodating, even if he was often rude and bad tempered.

"Right then, Fleur you said you had something to say?" Harry asked, turning to look at the silvery haired Veela.

"Oui, we 'ave looked at zose Wildlings you brought back with you." She replied, with an unusually somber look on her face. "Zee children are mostly ok, we 'ave erased their memories and 'ave begun teaching them from scratch. Several families 'ave shown interest in adopting them, though they d not know of their Wildling heritage."

"Good, I think we should keep it that way, it will give those kids a chance to start from scratch." Harry decided. It may seem a bit harsh, but it was better than the alternative of having been born to cannibal savages who would murder any person they could find and eat them.

"Oui, I though zat is what you would want." Fleur said with a slight smile to Harry.

"What about the other ones they brought back." Daphne interrupted, shooting Fleur a warning glace as she did so. She may be a pureblood and somewhat used to the concept of polygamy among several other taboos which normal society would turn their noses up at. But she would be dammed before she allowed Fleur to slither into bed with Harry, or at least not unless she gave her permission, which at the moment was very unlikely.

"Zey are a bit more troubling." Fleur said a frown on her beautiful face. "Many of zem are mentally damaged, zey have seen and experienced 'orrific things. Also the consumption of human flesh 'as driven some of zem mad."

"Can anything be done?" Harry asked a frown on his own face.

"Just kill them and put them out of their misery." Blaise growled, as he shrugged uncaring about the plight of the people.

"Non!" Fleur said her eyes flashing dangerously as she glared at Blaise. "Zey can be rehabilitated; we are using potions to fix the damages to their minds and brains. We have also begun purging their memories; zee process is taking a while though. The magic resistance they 'ave, is making our mind magic's not as effective as they should be."

"You had no trouble with the children though?" Daphne asked in interest.

"Their minds were simpler, and more receptive to magic."Fleur shrugged. "We can do it, but it will take a while, maybe a month to make sure we 'ave purged every bad memory completely, and maybe another week to explain how zey came to be here and to give them new lives."

"Hmm, see it done, the Island's are under populated at the moment there is more than enough capacity for more." Harry said, gaining a nod from Fleur.

"I will see it done 'Arry." Fleur said, before a smile made its way across her face. "But it may go faster if you were to help."

"Harry is about to go to King's Landing." Daphne interrupted. "But I am just as accomplished at mind magic's as Harry, so I can always lend a hand."

"But wait Daph I thought you were coming to King's Landing with me?" Harry said with confusion as he looked over at his lover.

"Well unfortunately due to reasons which I will discuss with you later I won't be going with you anymore." She replied as she looked over at Harry before looking at the rest of them.

"Ok so…" Harry began unsure what to say next.

"So I will be helping Fleur in the hospital, and setting up diplomatic relations with the other Kingdoms. I have already decided to send Michael Corner and Hannah Abbott back to Winterfell. The both of them will act as our ambassador's there, both protecting our interests and making sure we are kept informed of things going on in Winterfell and the North." Daphne continued, talking over Harry as she outlined her own plan. Her eyes flashing to Fleur briefly in a way that said 'we will need to talk',

Fleur nodded her head in confirmation, even as Neville and Blaise nodded to, neither of them wanting to argue.

"Right but…" Harry began again.

"In my place I will be sending Tracey with you, she's a born and bred Slytherin and will be very useful for you to have with you in King's Landing." Daphne once again interrupted. "After all you are many things Harry; a great leader, a skilled fighter and an incredibly talented wizard. But you are not a Politian, you can deal with the northerners, but these southerners are a whole different breed."

"I agree, which is why I wanted you to be with me." Harry spoke up, not letting Daphne talk over him again. "I agree that your ideas about diplomacy are good, but they can wait until after King's Landing."

Daphne didn't reply to that, instead she turned to the rest of the room. "Blaise can you go and make sure the last of the preparations for King's Landing are complete."

Blaise looked to Harry at that, before agreeing to the request at Harry's nod, the masked man turning and leaving the room after he received the confirmation.

"Neville, I know you and Hagrid want to do an expedition north of the Wall looking for new plants and animals. Start drawing up plans and making preparations, I will have a look at them when I get back from King's Landing." Harry ordered as he looked up at his friend.

"Right" Neville nodded his head, taking his dismissal well. "I need to talk to Ragnar anyway, the Herbology and Farmer's Guild has started making a lot of money from the North and the Vale, so much so that we are going to need the Goblin's to start managing our finances. It looks like the Order is going to be very well funded from just us alone, and that is not taking into account how much the other Guild's are beginning to make."

As he said that Neville began to make his way out of the room, already planning to catch up with Ragnar.

That left Harry, Daphne and Fleur in the room.

"Fleur you head back to the main hospital on Old Wyk. I will catch up with you later." Daphne said not eve looking at Fleur as she did so.

"Ok," Fleur replied slightly confused as she turned to apparate away, so much so that she didn't even flirt with Harry again before she left.

Turning back to Daphne now they were the only ones left in the room, Harry made to speak, only for Daphne to cut him off again.

"Neville's right you know, with all the money we have been getting from the different Guild's we will have surplus of funding, and that is from just three weeks of trading. Imagine what it will be like when we fully establish our trade. That being said we haven't had much expenditure yet, after all we have been using magic to reinforce the Islands defense and improve the infrastructure on all seven Islands." Daphne began to speak, rambling away as she avoided eye contact with Harry as she did so.

"Daphne" Harry said calmly as he put his hand on her shoulder.

"But it's only going to get better once we extend to Essos. Though we will need to send some people to scout it out before we establish any proper connection…" She continued, still not looking at him.

"Daphne, what is the matter. Why do you not want to come to King's Landing?" Harry asked gently as he turned her so she was facing him, making sure to make eye contact with her as he did so.

Daphne's icy blue eyes widened at that, before she started biting her lip nervously.

"It wouldn't be safe" She muttered uncharacteristically.

"What do you mean, of course it will be safe, and I mean there will be a dozen highly trained magical with you, we are more than a match for a load of unprepared muggles." Harry said, once again trying to calm her down.

"You don't know that though, these people, Catelyn told me about them, they deal in poison and assassination just as much as they deal in politics." Daphne said quietly.

"And you're worried they might get to you?" Harry asked concerned, this was not like Daphne; she was a strong and intelligent woman, braver than anyone he had met before. "If they so much as harmed a single hair on your head Daphne I would burn the entire Red Keep to the ground with Fiendfyre, without a second thought, you know that don't you?"

"Yes I know you will protect me no matter what, but it is not me that I am worried about." Daphne responded, the beautiful blonde now looking distinctly nervous.

"What do you mean Daph?" Harry asked once again confused where this was going.

"I'm pregnant Harry"

Harry blinked, that was the last thing he expected her to say.

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AN: So I hope you liked that and the slight rewrite on chapters 5 and 8. I am sure many people will have guessed that thing with Daphne, but if not surprise... hahaha.

Anyway as always please drop a comment or a revie. I read them all and take them into account as I move the story forward. Next chapter will be out soon and it will involve Harry's arrival in King's Landing and all the plots that go with that.

For some reason people seem to be misunderstanding the size of the golems. As stated in the chapter they are 6 and a half feet tall. Not 26 feet tall like some people seem to believe. I am not sure where this misunderstanding came from but I thought I would clear it up now.

I have had some questions about when canon will start. It will probably begin in a few chapters.

So yeah please review, review, review! And I will see you all later.

Seagate