"Loki Palmer's Madhouse Kitchen"
By Loki Palmer
Author's Note: Harry Potter and all related characters belong to J.K. Rowling. The TV series Game of Thrones belongs to HBO, David Benioff and David Weiss. The book series on which it is based belongs to George R.R. Martin.
What is going to happen next in the upcoming Season 6 (which starts April 24, 2016), or Book 6, The Winds of Winter? I don't know; the following start to another Game of Thrones/Harry Potter crossover is pure speculation on my part, starting with the end of Season 5.
Chapter 12
Fire and Blood
How could it come to this?
So thought Jon Snow, once the 998th Lord Commander of the Night's Watch, as his wounded body lay bleeding outside Castle Black.
Am I dead? If so, what happens now? Would the Old gods or the New gods let me see my father? I knew Ser Aliser hated me, but how could Olly, my faithful steward, do this to me? Damn those traitors to the depths of the Seventh Hell along with Rast and the other murderers of my predecessor, Lord Commander Jeor Mormont … if they wish to die at the hands of the White Walkers and their Army of the Dead, so be it.
He saw his body on the snow as his spirit left for regions unknown …
~FIRE AND BLOOD~
At the end of his journey, he found himself within a large white carriage station. Ned Stark was there to greet him with a hug and they sat down on a bench.
"I told you the next time we saw each other, I would tell you more about your mother. 'Tis a damn shame the people I trusted betrayed me, same as the Night's Watch betrayed you."
"Damn Olly, Ser Aliser Thorne, and Bowen Marsh."
"Damn Littlefinger and Janos Slynt. Your execution of the latter was poetic justice indeed."
"How did you know about that?"
"Even though I may not belong in Westeros anymore, that doesn't mean I don't take an interest in what happens there. Before I tell you of your mother, let me say this: I am not your father, even though I raised you as one of my own."
Jon shook with suppressed rage. "Wait a minute. I grew up as your bastard, not one of your trueborn sons, and you were not even my father? You could have adopted me into House Stark as one of your own! Why didn't you?"
"Perhaps I could have done so, but it would deny you your true birthright."
Jon snorted. "Strange way of going about a birthright, as bastards have none. You said I had your blood. Is that true?"
"Aye. I promised your mother I would keep you safe, so I claimed you as my bastard."
"Your older brother, Brandon – he didn't have any children before the Mad King burned him?"
"Nay, he did not."
"That would mean … Lyanna Stark … she's my mother …"
Ned nodded. "Go on, nephew."
"... But that means … when did you find me?"
"I found her with you in a bed of blood … this was after King Robert slew Prince Rhaegar ..."
"He ran off with her, that was what started the Rebellion … wait, he's my father? You said I was your bastard …"
Ned laid his hand on Jon's shoulder. "... To protect you from King Robert, aye. You are Jon Targaryen, with the blood of the dragon and the direwolf. Winter is coming, and the dead come with it."
Rhaegar Targaryen appeared, hair silver as the moon and purple eyes that blazed like the dragon of his House. He laid his hand on Jon's other shoulder. "With fire and blood, my son, you will rise again and defeat the greatest danger the Seven Kingdoms have ever faced. As your Aunt Daenerys has said: Fire cannot harm a dragon."
Jon screamed as if a fire burned in him and through him.
"Look, Ned, the change is happening … the dragon awakes … may the gods have mercy on his foes, because we know he won't."
The last words Jon heard before his father and uncle faded from view were, "Make us proud."
~FIRE AND BLOOD~
The traitors, led by Ser Aliser Thorne, came back to the Lord Commander's corpse. "Let's burn him," he said. "We don't want him to wake up as part of the army of the dead."
Much to their collective horror, the fire did not burn Jon's body. On the contrary – it breathed new life into him and healed his wounds.
He opened his eyes, which were now the fiery purple of his father.
"What in the Seven Hells is this sorcery?!" said some of the traitors.
Jon smirked as he rose to his feet. "Oh, did you not know? Fire cannot harm a dragon … but I'm sure it can harm you!"
With a burst of flame, Jon roasted most of the traitors. Olly ran as fast as he could, but Jon ran faster and hoisted him by his throat.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't roast you for treason as well."
"PLEASE! MY LORD, HAVE MERCY!"
Jon gave him a malicious grin. "Sorry, I seem to be fresh out of mercy … and I can't think of any reason to pardon you ..."
"MY LORD!"
"Give Lord Slynt my greetings when you see him down in the Seven Hells, traitor!"
He threw Olly into the air and charred his body while it was flying.
Seven hells! thought the other members of the Night's Watch who witnessed the carnage …
~FIRE AND BLOOD~
Sirius woke up with a start.
Hermione woke up from her dream about an alcoholic dwarf with a clever brain and a silver-haired woman who had dragons.
As for Harry, he had dreamed about a young woman with eyes that spoke of danger and death.
All three people had the same thought on their minds: Who were these people and what have they to do with me?
Author's Note: Another start to what could be another interesting fanfic. Read and review!
Smiles and laughter,
Loki Palmer
