Chapter Summary:In which Harry travels to Westeros and joins the Starks in the War of the Five Kings. (GoT, Harry/Robb)

We will grant you peace, young one.

Harry peered up at the night sky from where he was, sitting on the grassy lawn right in front of Hogwarts. His back was right up against a tree, breathing hard, and his muscles tired. His magic was all but depleted, after having killed Voldemort. After today, he just wanted to sleep for a week. "Who…"

We are gods from another universe. The men there call us the Old Ones and we would like to help you. We can settle the creature inside you, the wolf. We can also bring back your companion.

Harry's eyes widened as he saw a sphere of white light hover over him, the light soft and almost… worried? "How do I know that you're… really who you say you are? Besides, another universe? What's that about? And bring back Hedwig? Is that… Really?"

You are a werewolf, are you not?

"Yes…" Harry trailed off as the white light took on a form, roughly like a human being, but not really. It… looked really ethereal, glowing, as it formed eyes. He watched, wearily, as it took a step towards him then reached out, placing a finger on his forehead, right where his scar was. Foreign power flew through him and he could hear loud, powerful howling, as if from a distance. The wolf inside him howled too, joining with the ghostly howl.

He had been bitten by Greyback two months before the final battle, bitten at age 19. The war had gone on longer than they had expected but they… he had finally killed Voldemort. But as the power, whatever it was, ran through him, something inside him settled, merging with the wolf on a level that he suspected that hadn't happened to Remus.

"What… what did you do?"

You will be able to shift whenever you wish to now. Your form will be a wolf, a direwolf. The alpha.

Harry glanced down at himself, watching as if from a distance, as the glow disappeared, vanishing back to the entity in front of him. "What do you want in exchange? Surely you want something?"

The white glowing form shook its head.

We don't want anything. If you wish it however, we can transport you somewhere where you won't have to be the Boy-Who-Lived. You can be yourself. Hedwig will join you there.

Harry crossed his arms, glanced over to Hogwarts, to where Ron and Hermione were standing next to each other. They were both holding each other up, leaning against each other. "What if I said no?"

We would not bother you again.

Harry's eyes narrowed.

The form almost seemed sheepish, shaking a little.

We were only called to you by your grief and the animal within. In our world, wolves have packs. The Starks, they are called.

"I wouldn't have to serve them, right? I'm tired of it. I just…"

What?

"I want to settle down, maybe find the right person. Someone like me, perhaps."

The world that we are from is ancient. They live in a world with long seasons. You… We would talk with our children to see if they would be able to help you with having children.

"Who says I would have trouble having children?"

You prefer other boys?

"Yes… What does that have to do with having trouble. Here-

The white, glowing form wavered, waving a hand over him.

Our children will help. If you choose to come to our world, the children will assist you in growing a family.

Harry let out a strangled growl, the wolf coming to the fore more than a little. "Is magic done in your world?"

Of a kind.

"That doesn't mean anything."

His trunk materialized beside him and he slowly reached out an arm, opened the top most section, his eyes widening. "What did you do?"

Provided you with the money from all of your vaults and your belongings. You are coming.

"I didn't say yes! I don't like decisions being made for me!"

The white form shook then stilled, dipping its head in a small bow, apparently waiting for him to decide.

Harry sighed, thinking about what his future would bring if he stayed. Those bloody reporters would probably hound him day and night. And with his changed status, being a werewolf, he didn't know what would happen. He just… He just wanted peace. "Why is Gryffindor's sword here too?"

You would need it.

"Gee, that's specific."

"Yes," Harry finally said. "With the condition that you tell my friends how to reach me, if they want."

Six months later and a universe away, Robb Stark heard two of his bannermen call out to him through the tent wall.

"Come in," Robb spoke, reaching down to pet Grey Wind as the wolf started to growl.

Ser Rodrik came in, followed by three of his bannermen and one… A man, Robb's age, stood between the bannermen. The young man had shoulder length wild, black hair and the greenest eyes that he had ever seen. He was wearing a green cloak and strange looking armor that seemed to bend with his movements. Robb could also see that there was a scar on the man's forehead, one that looked like one of the thunder bolts that struck the ground during a summer storm.

And… there was a white eagle on his left shoulder, tall and beautiful.

"Another spy?"

"No, my lord," Ser Rodrik reported. "He is the man that merged with us at the Whispering Wood. We found him riding back north."

Robb stood up, peering down at Grey Wind again as the wolf continued to growl. The eagle on the man's chest mantled, one of its wings curling around the man's neck.

"What is your name?" Robb asked, raising an eyebrow. "And why did you aid us?"

The young man blinked but nodded. "My name is Harry, well Harlan, Potter. Your second question is simple. I live in the north. I was just… curious so I had come down past the Twins to find where you had gone. I was heading home when your men found me."

"Potter? I do not know of House Potter," Robb remarked. "Is that a house of Essos?"

"No, I don't think so," Harry said, crossing his arms and studying Robb with intent. "Hedwig, you're scaring the wolf. Stop."

"Hmm?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "Forgive the bird, my lord. She's twitchy but she… most likely smells of predator to your direwolf."

"Smells of predator?" Robb repeated, more than a little curious about the man. His outriders had seen him on the way to relieve Riverrun and just as Robb and his forces were crashing into the Lannister bannermen, the man had joined them.

"She smells like predator to me to," Harry spoke idly. "But since we're friends…"

"Smells."

"I'm… not like most people," Harry offered. "I'm dangerous and so is she."

"So my men say," Robb said, eying the eagle with respect. "Some of the men said they saw her scrape her talons on some Lannister soldiers."

Harry grinned, a hint of… something in his green eyes that Robb couldn't distinguish. Robb's heart started to beat quicker at the look in the other man's eyes, half predatory and all lit with interest. The kind of interest that usually proceeded a man taking a woman to bed. "She can do more than that but she and I thought that this form wouldn't scare people. Now, if there is nothing more, can I be going?"

"This… form?" Robb again repeated. "What exactly is that suppose to mean?"

"It means…" Harry trailed off, as they both heard the eagle start to… cough. That was what Robb thought it was doing until he saw something that he couldn't… didn't understand. Smoke came out of the eagle's beak, trailing away and dissipating. "It means exactly that."

Robb stared, his heart stopping in his chest before beating ever so quickly. Grey Wind growled, taking a step towards Harry then froze as the man reached out a hand.

"Wait…" Robb trailed off as Harry kneeled, the eagle flying off his shoulder to land on his desk. Grey Wind peered up at the man, his growl tapering off into a confused whine. Robb watched as Harry's eyes lit up with awe as Grey Wind took another step towards him, meeting Harry's outstretched hand with his nose.

"What's his name?" Harry whispered, looking up at Robb before reaching over to stroke Grey Wind's fur.

"Grey Wind. I know it's-"

"He's beautiful," Harry interrupted then his eyes widened. "I apologize, my lord. I did not mean to interrupt you but he is beautiful."

Robb sighed, the adrenaline of battle just now leaving him. His body shook underneath his armor and the sight of men cutting down other men had left him shaken and weary. "You are forgiven. Are you really planning on returning north?"

Harry eyed him, standing up with one last pat to Grey Wind's head. "What are you asking?"

"We could use you," Robb spoke, glancing to where Ser Rodrik had left to go stand outside the tent. "I was told you helped drive the Lannisters back. You are a capable fighter, that much I heard."

Robb watched as Harry stared at him, green eyes narrowed in thought. It was silent for a few minutes but for the sounds of a camp being set up outside. His own bannermen were settling down around him while the other bannermen, the Freys, the Manderlys, the Karstarks were further out.

"Do you have a squire?" Harry asked softly. "Someone to help you after battle and before? Someone to make sure you eat and drink? Someone to guard your back?"

Robb shook his head, feeling his cheeks redden a little. At Harry's question, his stomach growled. "I took one of the Frey men to be my squire."

"Right…" Harry trailed off. "Well, there's no limit to however many squires you have. You can count me in, my lord."