To Train A Bad-Ass
By Stargatesg1fan1
Disclaimer: I own nothing of any recognized characters or universes within.
Women Bonded to Harry Potter in This Story
Ros is Played by Esme Bianco
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Chapter 3
Castle Black
After Rosetta had left from her appearance to the men who had come to witness the vows of Jon and Sam, Ghost had found what remained of Benjen's party beyond the wall. The living brothers of the Nights Watch transported the corpses of their fallen raiding party back into the courtyard.
"Any sign of Benjen with the rest of his party?" Jeor asked as he examined the two corpses.
"Just these two my lord," Harry answered.
"They must not have been dead long," Sam said. "There is no smell of rot."
"We should burn them," Harry suggested.
"That is a good idea milord," Othell Yarwyck said. "We should do it the wildling way."
"Maester Aemon should examine them first," Jeor said. "You may be a coward Tarly. But you aren't stupid."
As the men started transporting the corpses inside, Mormont got word of a raven from King's Landing. It was only a few minutes until Harry was summoned to Mormont.
When Harry entered Mormont's chambers the lord commander said, "Bring me a horn of ale snow. And pour one for yourself." Harry did so. "The King is dead."
"He was a shit king. But that doesn't mean the people deserve the turmoil that is about to descend upon them," Harry said as he set the horn of ale on the table.
"Sit," Mormont said.
Harry sat. Harry appreciated how Mormont was trying to deliver the news.
"So is my father dead or captured?" Harry asked calmly.
"You've got a mind for politics," Mormont said. "He has been taken prisoner. The Lannisters are calling him a traitor saying that he was plotting against the new King Joffrey."
"I see," Harry said. "Thank you for trying to soften the blow. I need to think about this."
"Just don't do anything stupid. Your duty is here now," Jeor said.
"Of course," Harry said.
Harry got up and left.
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When Robb got the news of Ned's supposed treason and imprisonment along with the summons to King's Landing to swear fealty his reaction was to call the banners. This meant an army would be raised. Harry decided it was time to pay a visit to Robb. But he did so in the form of Rosetta.
"What…what are you?" Robb asked.
"Your people know me as one of the children of the forest. My name is Rosetta," Rosetta said.
Robb appeared stunned and then calmed himself asking, "What is it you want?"
"I came to warn you of several things. Do not take your army out of the North. It will lead to your death if you do. As we speak your father and your sisters are traveling North. I have aided your father with magic so that the Lannisters think they have him prisoner. They do not," Rosetta said.
Harry had gone and extended the magic on the golem that portrayed Ned so it would last longer.
"He is free," Robb said with relief.
"Yes. There is another threat from beyond the wall. Things stir in the north, ancient things. You should assemble your men. But do not take them out of the north. They will be needed later to face other enemies. Those in the south will war for the throne. Let them. Let them decimate one another so that your army is the one with numbers," Rosetta suggested.
"That is wise," Robb agreed.
Rosetta vanished.
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Castle Black
Harry, Sam, Grenn, and Pyp were helping prepare a meal when Thorne found them.
"Now there's a rare sight," Thorne began. "Not only a bastard. But a traitor's bastard."
Harry looked back at Thorne and smiled.
"Better to be that than a fool," Harry replied simply. Thorne was eying the knife Harry was using to carve meat expecting to be attacked. "I'm not foolish Thorne. Your words are wind. Leave me be."
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Later that Night
"Ghost seems active tonight," Ros said as Ghost was pawing at the door.
"Yes. I think I should go investigate," Harry replied as he sat up.
Ros pouted and said, "But then will my heater go?"
Harry was a very warm person. Ros loved to use his body heat.
"I probably won't be long," Harry said.
He got up and got dressed. As soon as he opened the door Ghost shot out. Harry followed the wolf to the Lord Commander's quarters. Something was amiss. He drew his sword and entered.
"Lord Commander," Harry called as he stepped past the commander's solar and into his bed chambers.
The door slammed behind him. He spun to find one of the corpse's from earlier that day up and walking. It stocked towards him. Ghost was upon it, biting and ripping. Harry stabbed it in the heart with the sword. But that didn't even seem to slow the creature down. Jeor entered the room at that moment or Harry would have used magic. The creature ignored the sword and ignored ghost while pushing Harry back against the wall. Harry struggled against it, grabbing its arms. It let out some kind of growling sound. Harry kicked it in the chest and grabbed a nearby lantern. He threw the lantern at the creature. The lamp oil caught it alight.
"By the old gods what is going on?" Jeor asked.
"I think it's a Wight milord," Harry said.
"That is what it looks like," Jeor said hesitantly.
"During my vow ceremony one of the Children of the Forest visited us and said the Others were stirring. She told us to be careful who we told it to but that we could tell," Harry explained.
"In the morning I will question the others who were with you. We must go burn the other body after this one burns," Jeor said.
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Meanwhile over across the narrow sea Khal Drogo was leading his people out from Vaes Dothrak and attacking a nearby settlement of people the Dothraki called the lamp people. Daenerys was getting an education on the brutality of the Dothraki. Although she had told herself she was falling in love with Drogo she couldn't ignore the brutality of what she was seeing. By the laws of the Dothraki the men of the horse people were allowed to rape the women they took. Daenerys took objection to this and Drogo was forced to slay one of his own men when that man protested.
Drogo sustained a flash to his pectoral muscles that was about 5 or 6 inches long. Daenerys convinced her bodyguards to allow a lamb woman named Mirri Maz Duur to treat the wound. This would prove significant later.
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Harry kept an eye on the happenings around the kingdom. But he also spent most of his time either looting Valyria and training in his magic. He had already netted millions of the valyrian gold coins which were each twice as a big as a Westerosi gold dragon just from the several outlying villages he had looted. He was mastering more and more spells windlessly under Salazar's tutelage. Slowly but surely he was becoming more deadly and useful. Salazar had started Harry on learning the mind arts. This wouldn't be something easily learned. But the skills of occlumency and legilimency would prove themselves very useful.
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On a Ship Sailing to White Harbor
Sansa woke up from a wonderful dream of a dark haired man with green eyes. In the dream his name had been Harry. Harry had done wonderful things with his mouth to her core. She woke up soaked down below. She had the urge to touch herself. She gave into that urge.
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Kings Landing
Joffrey named Janos Slynt the commander of the city watch to the nobility to make Slynt loyal to him. He also dismissed Ser Barristan Selmy from the Kingsguard and elevated Jaimie Lannister to the head of that order.
Meanwhile to the south the Tyrells and Baratheons were amassing an army of their own. When Harry sent his snitch probe to the Tyrell holdings to ascertain what was going on there he found something else of interest.
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Castle Black, Harry's Room
"She's gorgeous," Ros admitted upon seeing Margaery Tyrell in the mirror Harry had enchanted so she could see what his snitch probes saw.
Ros was definitely bisexual.
"She is," Harry agreed.
"Are you going to seduce her in her dreams like you are doing your cousin?" Ros asked. "You certainly should."
"I just may," Harry mused.
Later that night Margaery experienced sexual dreams of a dark haired green eyed man named Harry.
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Two Weeks Later
Harry completed the finishing touches on his secret vault with a tired wave his right hand and a last expenditure of magic.
"It's done," Harry said tiredly as he collapsed into a chair.
"Very good," Salazar replied. "That you can manage a wandless Fidelius after only two weeks of practicing the spell says a lot about your will power and magical power."Salazar had shown Harry magics for mapping tunnels. They had thought long and hard about where to make their permanent base. They had decided upon several locations. Using the new magic, he had mapped the existing tunnels beneath the Red Keep in Kings Landing. The first step had then been expanding one of the rooms in the hidden tunnel system into something sizeable. Then casting the Fidelius on that hidden room ensured only those he wanted to know would be able to find it.
Harry had set up more wards than just the Fidelius. He didn't believe in only one line of defense, something Salazar had encouraged.
"Thank you," Harry said. "Now to begin storing much of my treasure in this new vault."
Harry's expanded satchel had been getting quite full from all of the treasure he had been looting from Valyria. This new vault along with others like it would serve to hold his belongings. Another vault would be excavated beneath Winterfelll along with one beneath the ruins of Moat Callin. He was planning on spreading his wealth out.
"While you are doing that let us begin practicing for the compulsion spells you will need," Salazar suggested.
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A Week Later
Petyr Baelish suddenly felt a new sense of purpose in life. His new goal was to reduce the crown's debt starting with the money owed to the Iron Bank, the Faith, and then the Lannisters. He would do this even at the cost of the funds he had embezzled from the crown.
A disillusioned Harry stood watching Baelish go about his task of making plans to diminish the crown debt. Baratheon had managed to get the crown into quite the financial pickle. That wasn't something that Harry wanted to inherit when he eventually took over the throne. It wouldn't be a quick thing to dig them out of the debt. But Baelish would do his best thanks to the compulsion charms now influencing him.
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Castle Black, Lord Commander's Chambers
"This is yours," Jeor said as he picked up a sword carved with a white wolf in the pommel and handed it to Harry. "I had the new pommel made for you. The sword is called Longclaw. The name goes just as well for a wolf as it does for a bear."
"This is Valyrian steel," Harry said with surprise as he examined the blade.
"It was my father's sword, and his father before him, and so on. The Mormonts have carried it for five centuries. It was meant for my son Jorah. He brought dishonor to our house. But he had the grace to leave the sword before he fled from Westeros," Jeor explained.
"Milord, I will carry it until such a time as you have need of it," Harry said. "You honor me."
"It is yours now. I would be dead if you hadn't saved me," Jeor said.
Jeor had verified from the men who had met Rosetta what the Child of the Forest had said.
"Thank you Milord," Harry said. "I noticed Ser Alliser riding out last night."
"Yes. I tasked him to lay the hand your wolf tore off of that Wight at the feet of this new boy king," Jeor explained. "Now go put your sword somewhere safe and bring me my supper."
"Yes Milord," Harry said.
Jeor Mormont had really started to grow on Harry. The old man had just given Harry something very valuable. Valyrian steel swords were rare and expensive. It was few families which owned one. Harry had thousands of the things from his looting of Valyria. So he hadn't been lying when he said he would return the sword to Jeor.
News got around quick about the sword he had been given by the lord commander. He received many congratulations for saving the lord commander's life. His friends wanted to see the sword when he got to the dining hall. He let them have a look while he sat next to Sam. It would be a bit before dinner was ready.
"What's going on Sam?" Harry asked when he noticed his friend's mood.
"I'm not supposed to say," Sam said hesitantly. "I was with Maester Aemon when he got the news," He added. "Your brother Robb has called his banners."
"Oh that. I figured he would after news about my father," Harry said. "Did it say he was doing anything with the bannermen?"
"Not yet," Sam said.
"Well there you have it," Harry said.
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An Hour Later
Harry came up to where Maester Aemon was feeding the ravens to find the old man chopping up meat.
"Sam said you wanted to see me," Harry said.
"I did indeed," Aemon said. "Perhaps you would be kind enough to assist me."
"Of course," Harry agreed.
As they worked Aemon said, "Tell me. Did you ever wonder why the men of the Night's Watch take no wives or father no children?"
"I imagine it has something to do with divided loyalties. But I can also see another possibility. If those who have proven themselves good members of the Nights Watch were allowed to have wives and children then perhaps men wouldn't be so reluctant to join. Indeed, being allowed to have a family could be a reward for members in good standing and could even result in an increased membership," Harry explained.
"How so?" Aemon asked curiously.
"Well you wouldn't force the children that result to join the Watch when they are older. But they could certainly be encouraged. Instead the Watch has become a punishment for the worst sort of the kingdom," Harry said.
"An interesting perspective," Aemon said. "Perhaps it is one that can be explored in the future. What I had been about to say is that love is the death of duty."
"But everyone loves. Even if it is just love for a brother. Are you telling me the men who sneak off to the brothel in Molestown never fall in love with those they lay with?"
"You are surprisingly well informed for a new recruit to the watch," Aemon said.
"This conversation wouldn't be very interesting otherwise Maester," Harry said. "I'm sure you have a lot of boring teaching conversations with the men of the Night's watch. Tell me something. Are you a Maester? Or are you a member of the Night's Watch?"
"I am both," Aemon admitted. "My vows were tested when I was already old. I remember that day well when the news was brought from the south. My house was ruined. My family was killed. When I heard they had killed my brother's son, and his poor son, and the children too. I was horrified and enraged. If I hadn't already been blind I might have gone south and done some killing of my own."
"You're Aemon Targaryen," Harry said with realization.
"You are quick," Aemon said by way of confirmation.
"You are the Great Uncle of Rhaegar Targaryen," Harry said with realization.
"That is a strange fact to latch onto," Aemon noted. "Why bring it up?"
Harry's mind raced. Here was another family member, one of the only other remaining Targaryen's available. He was also potentially a valuable source of information.
"Do I have your word if I tell you a secret about your Great Nephew that you will not share it with anyone without my permission? Sharing this secret could mean the death of one of the only remaining family members you have left," Harry said.
Aemon seemed to pay more attention to Harry now.
"You have my word," Aemon said.
"Rhaegar took a second wife in secret. He married Lyanna Stark. She bore him a son, a second Aegon Targaryen," Harry said.
Aemon absorbed this information and then proved he was still quick on the uptake.
"Ned Stark did not dishonor his wife did he," Aemon said.
"He did not, Great-Great Uncle," Harry said.
"Just call me Uncle Aemon boy. But only when we are in private," Aemon said.
Then he hugged Harry.
"It's good to know there are other Targaryen's in the world," Harry said.
"It is," Aemon said. "I wish you hadn't taken the black. But it's probably for the best."
"But I haven't taken the black," Harry admitted.
Harry then explained about Rosetta interfering in his vow ceremony.
"But this means you could still claim the throne back from the Usurper," Aemon said.
"It does. I plan on doing it someday," Harry said.
"I would like to hear more about this. But if you stay up here too long it will seem suspicious. Let me think of something to give us an excuse for you to come see me on a regular basis. You saying the Lord Commander at least knows of Rosetta's warning about the Others gives me some ideas I'll have to think on," Aemon said.
"I will see you later," Harry said.
They bid farewell and Harry parted.
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Back in Harry's Quarters
"Salazar," Harry said when he was alone. "Is there anyone to reverse the aging of a mortal man?"
"I was working on a project to do just that through advanced transfiguration. It would have in essence done the same thing as the Philosopher's Stone but by using a wizard's magic instead of Alchemy. I was close. But ultimately what I was missing was a fundamental understanding of what exactly aging was. I have heard mentions of non-magical advances in medicine. But nobody has brought the appropriate texts into Hogwarts for me to find out more. Perhaps if when you return to Hogwarts you can acquire them. With those texts I believe we could finish that project," Salazar explained.
"I think I will do that," Harry said. "Is it possible to go back and forth between here and Hogwarts?"
"Quite easy," Salazar said. "Do you wish to go back now?"
"Not right this minute. I want to tie some projects up first," Harry said. "How hard is it to cure blindness."
"That is a much simpler task. I can show you how to do that now," Salazar said.
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The Next Day
Maester Aemon and Lord Commander Mormont were sharing a meal in Aemon's quarters when Rosetta appeared.
"What is it?" Aemon asked when he sensed something was off in the room.
"It's a child of the forest," Jeor answered with awe. "Are you Rosetta?"
"I am. I came to do this," Rosetta said as she approached Aemon and waved her hand in front of his face.
Within moments Aemon's vacant expression had focused in.
"I can see," Aemon said with awe.
Rosetta turned to Jeor and said, "I have a gift for you too Lord Commander. This gift is knowledge. Though your son Jeor lost his way for a while he is trying to find it. He serves Daenerys Targaryen across the Narrow Sea. Daenerys will make a good queen someday to rule beside the rightful king of these lands. She will be one of several queens to rule by his side. Your son brings back honor to himself. I would advise you that you give Jon Snow time to learn from Maester Aemon at least a little every day."
And with that Rosetta vanished leaving behind two emotional men. Aemon was emotional at having sight again. Jeor was heartened to hear about his son.
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Across the Narrow Sea
Daenerys was not having a good time of it. Khal Drogo had fallen ill and as a result fell from his horse. Daenerys was having a hard time dealing with the Dothraki that fallowed Drogo. From what Harry's snitch-probe could tell it looked like the wound Drogo had sustained on his pectoral had festered.
"Should I go heal him?" Harry asked.
Ros sat next to Harry viewing the feed from the snitch-probe.
"Hello no," Ros said. "While Drogo is a fine specimen of a man, with him in the picture you aren't very likely to get with Daenerys. She is gorgeous."
"You make good points," Harry admitted. "But that means Daenerys will suffer if her husband dies."
"A little short term suffering," Ros agreed. "But are you saying you want to heal the barbarian horselord that goes around raping and pillaging? The Dothraki bring suffering and chaos."
"I guess I don't really want to heal him," Harry admitted.
"That settles it then," Ros said.
Drogo grew gradually worse over the following days. Harry kept a close watch on the situation. He had gradually been having Salazar teach him more and more medical type spells. He even had Salazar instruct him on child birthing spells given the high mortality rate for both infant and mother. It was a good thing he had. Daenerys had in her desperation agreed to let Mirri Maz Duur try blood magic to heal Drogo. Qotho, one of the Dothraki, had decided to go kill Mirri. When Daenerys tried to get in Qotho's way Daenerys had gotten pushed to the ground right on her belly.
"Daenerys," Harry said with alarm as he stood on his feet. "I'm going."
Harry had his snitch probe fly a short distance away out of sight and portkeyed to it. He then made his way under disillusionment charm back to the scene where Jorah Mormont had just finished killing Qotho.
The sounds coming from within the tent where Mirri was attempting to "heal" Drogo were positively demonic. Harry was pretty sure the woman wasn't attempting a healing.
"Are you hurt?" Jorah asked as he knelt down next to Daenerys.
"The baby," Daenerys said in obvious pain. "He's coming."
"Fetch the midwives," Jorah said as he picked up Daenerys.
"They will not come," Rakharo said as he came near. "They say she is cursed."
"They'll come or I will have their heads," Jorah threatened.
"The witch. She can bring baby. I hear her say so," Rakharo said.
Jorah started for the tent. His path was suddenly blocked by a small creature.
"Halt Jorah Mormont," Rosetta called.
"What," Jorah began as the Dothraki gathered nearby backed away in fear. "Are you a child of the forest?"
"Yes," Rosetta answered. "I am Rosetta. Do not take your queen into that tent. There is dark magic in there. Follow me and I will do my best to help her."
Rosetta began walking and Jorah followed. Rosetta led them for over a minute to an empty tent that should be far enough away from the dark magic Mirri was wielding. Jorah laid her down.
"My baby," Daenerys moaned in pain.
Harry cast a diagnostic charm and winced.
"I am sorry Daenerys. When the one called Qotho pushed you down he doomed your child. It is already dead," Rosetta explained.
"No," Daeny wailed.
"Can you help her?" Jorah asked.
"Yes. I can get rid of the remains of the baby inside of her. It would be best for me to put her to sleep for this," Rosetta said.
Harry had figured out how to use a confundus charm along with his disillusionment charm to make it so nobody bothered noticing his disillusioned form. It wouldn't work on most other wizards. But on non-magicals it worked. He was actually casting the medical spells on Daenerys. He did what he could for her.
"She is resting. Her recovery will be much faster than it normally would. But she will still be devastated at losing a child and Drogo. I do not believe your witch was helping Drogo," Rosetta said. "I must go. I am needed elsewhere. Heed these words Jorah Mormont. Tell your Queen that the White Walkers do exist. They are awakening. She will be needed to fight. Tell her the one she has been dreaming of is named Jon. He is the hidden legitimate son of her brother and Lyanna Stark Targaryen."
Jorah was stunned. But before he could ask anymore Rosetta was gone.
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Kings Landing
Ned Stark or rather his golem was led out onto a platform in front of a crowd baying for his blood. Harry was watching invisibly from the nearby. Cersei and Joffrey stood nearby watching. They had been lied to by Ned's golem about what he would say here. The golem was left to stand on its own.
"I am Eddard Stark, Lord of Winterfell, and hand of the king. I come before you to confess to my knowledge that Cersei Lannister fucked her brother and bore Joffrey and his siblings. He is a bastard," Ned called out.
"Kill the liar," Joffrey shouted while pointing at Ned.
"Joffrey, no. We need him as a hostage," Cersei said trying to suppress her own rage.
But she was drowned out by Joffrey.
"Kill him. I command you as your king," Joffrey shouted.
Ilyn Payne wielding Ned's own Valyrian steel sword Ice cleaved the golem's head off. The sword was actually a temporary transfigured duplicate of Ice. The real Ice was still with the real Ned Stark. The crowd expected a spray of blood when a man's head came off. That didn't happen. They also expected the body to drop. That also didn't happen. They expected Ned Stark's voice to stop. That also didn't happen.
"Joffrey Hill, bastard of Jaimie and Cersei Lannister, creature born of incest you will die. The true king of Westeros will come for his thrown. It is not any of the Baratheon usurper's line. It is not any of the Lannisters. What will come for you first? The true king or the White Walkers," Ned's golem called into the stunned silence.
Then the golem vanished and Rosetta was standing there.
"You have been warned," Rosetta called into the silence. "The Others have awoken!"
There were screams from the crowd and Rosetta was gone.
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Later that Night
Harry appeared at the ruins of the castle known as Moat Callin. His fingers danced. Repairing spells began flying out into the ruins. The first wall began putting itself back together. The expenditure of magic to do so was taxing. He wouldn't be able to repair the castle in one night. But over the next few nights through the use of repair and transfiguration spells he thought he could. The Moat would allow the north to be better defended.
He was doubtful those from the south would be eager to attack the North anytime soon after the warning he had just delivered to them as Rosetta about the White Walkers. But he wasn't going to take any chances. Moat Callin and Robb's northern army would be the backup. Repairing the ruined castle would give Harry a good magical workout. He hadn't yet decided how he was going to handle the sudden rebuilding of the Moat. He was leaning towards just telling Robb and Ned that the children had done it to help the North. The legend of the Children of the Forest were a useful tool to get things done with magic.
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Harry had discussed things with Salazar a little bit and decided to change his plans slightly. As such, his plans for Sansa and Margaery Tyrell changed slightly.
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Sansa didn't understand why but her dreams of the handsome man with green eyes had changed to include her half-brother Jon. It wasn't both men at the same time. It was one or the other. At first Sansa had been horrified. But the things Jon would do to her made her really turned on. Then her feelings had turned to shame. Finally in the dreams Jon told her something that made her really think over things.
"Sansa, I'm not really your half-brother. Ned Stark is not my father. I am your cousin," Jon had said in her dream. "You must not tell anyone."
She certainly had no plans to tell anyone after the shit storm that had ensued after she had told Cersei that her father was intending to send Sansa and Arya away from the capitol. Ned had managed to get them away in time. But Sansa had heard the results of Cersei's manipulations. So she wasn't going to say anything that was family business. If it was true that Jon was her cousin instead of her half-brother that changed things slightly. Marriages between cousins wasn't uncommon in the noble houses. Her own grandparents had been cousins after all. Sansa allowed herself to enjoy the dreams after this latest revelation.
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Margaery's dreams about the handsome dark haired stranger who called himself Jon pleasuring her had become one of her favorite parts of her life. Already her family was talking of marrying her off to Renly Baratheon to make her a queen. Renly seemed more interested in her brother Loras than Margaery herself. But she was comforted by the fact that she could take a lover even if she was married to Renly. Visions of the things this Jon was doing to her in her dreams caused her fantasies to center upon him.
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White Harbor
When the ship that had been carrying them north drew close to White Harbor Ned was preparing to disembark from his ready room. That was when Rosetta paid him a visit.
"Rosetta," Ned greeted the magical creature. "Thank you for getting my family and I to leave Kings Landing."
"You are welcome Ned Stark," Rosetta said. "I am here to get you home faster. You are taking too long to return to Winterfell. Gather your daughters to your room here and tell your retainers that you have found alternate means back to Winterfell and to meet you there."
"I can do that," Ned agreed, willing to trust the magical creature who had helped his family already so much.
It took a short while to arrange. When Sansa and Arya were in the room Ned looked around for Rosetta.
"Why did you bring us here father?" Sansa asked.
"Because I asked him to," Rosetta said as she allowed herself to become visible.
"What are you?" Arya asked.
"Rosetta is one of the children of the forest," Ned said. "She has recently made herself known to me and has been helping our family."
"Hold on tight to this piece of rope. We are going to travel by magic to Winterfell. I already delivered a message to your brother Robb to meet us in Lord Stark's solar where you will land," Rosetta instructed. "This will be disorienting," She warned.
Everyone took the portkey rope and Rosetta activated it. Harry had cast a cushioning charm on the landing location. So when they landed a few moments later the wind wasn't knocked out of them.
"That was disorienting," Sansa agreed.
"Father," Robb said with relief as he rushed forward and embraced his father.
"Son," Ned greeted. After they drew back from the hug he asked, "Where is your mother?"
"Rosetta requested that just I come to this meeting. Mother did return from the Vale not long ago," Robb said.
"I see," Ned said before turning to Rosetta.
"Before I say anymore I would like your children to sign these magical contracts so that they cannot tell the secrets of the true king by accident," Rosetta said as she levitated three magical contracts onto Ned's desk.
Ned went over and examined the contracts. They simply said that the children would not be capable of telling anything Rosetta told them in confidence.
"These will not harm my children?" Ned asked.
"No. They will simply be unable to speak of what I am to tell you," Rosetta said.
"Come children. Sign," Ned commanded.
Robb, Arya, and Sansa did so. The contracts glowed and then vanished.
"Please sit," Rosetta invited. The children did so. "First of all, Sansa. What you have been told in your dreams is real."
Sansa blushed almost as red as her hair.
"Jon is my cousin," Sansa said with some surprise which caused Robb and Arya to turn to her in shock.
Ned sucked in a breathe at that statement.
"Jon was born Aegon VI Targaryen to the lawfully wed Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark Targaryen," Rosetta explained. "Rhaegar did not kidnap Lyanna. We still do not know why everyone was led to believe that. It is not unheard of for Targaryen Kings to take more than one wife. I'm not certain if Rhaegar's first marriage was nullified or if he took Lyanna on as a second wife. Either way it doesn't matter."
"Father, you didn't tell us," Robb said.
"Yeah," Arya said.
"I could not. Jon's life depended on it. If Robert Baratheon found out Jon would have been killed," Ned explained.
"That makes sense," Robb said while nodding in understanding.
"Why are you telling us this now?" Sansa asked.
"Because I want you to understand what is going on to make better informed decisions. It is hoped that some day Jon will claim his rightful throne. When he does that it would be better if some of the great houses are more closely bound to the crown through marriage. This can be done by Jon taking more than one wife," Rosetta explained.
"Me," Sansa said with realization. "Is that what my dreams have been about?"
"What exactly are these dreams about?" Ned asked his daughter.
Sansa blushed again and said, "I'm sorry. Those are private father."
"Your dreams have been to open your eyes to possibilities. Margaery Tyrell of the reach is also experiencing similar dreams. Daenerys Targaryen as well," Rosetta explained.
"You mean Jon to wed at least three women?" Ned asked with surprise.
"Yes," Rosetta answered. "We are not of the prudish faith of the south Ned Stark," Rosetta added.
Those in the room were silent as they absorbed this.
"What about Jon taking the vows of the Night's Watch?" Robb asked to break the silence.
"I have arranged that. He never took his vows. The brothers who witnessed it covered for Jon. It is believed he took his vows by the rest of the Watch. But he never took his vows. I've already told you Lord Stark and you Robb that the Others have awoken," Rosetta said.
Sansa gasped and Arya's eyes widened.
"Yes," Ned confirmed. "I am grateful our banners have stayed in the North. We cannot waste them by southern wars for the crown."
"Exactly," Rosetta explained. "To aide you in your efforts my people are repairing Moat Callin with magic. It will be done in three days. Then you can reclaim it."
"With the Moat we will be able to defend the North very well from the South," Robb said.
"Yes. You must be prepared for the Wildlings as well. They are moving in the North. That is all I can say for now. We will be watching. We will be helping," Rosetta vanished leaving those in the room with much to think about.
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Winterfell, Great Hall
"Lord Stark," Rickard Karstark said as he stood when he noticed Ned enter followed by Robb, Sansa, and Arya. The other lords quickly stood as well. "We had not realized you returned from the capitol."
"I just now arrived," Ned said. "Please be seated."
"My Lord, the rumors in the capitol are that you were executed and even stranger things," Greatjon Umber said.
"The truth is perhaps even stranger than the rumors," Ned said. "I am not certain you will believe me still sane if I should tell you."
Ned glanced at Robb uncertain what to say. At that moment Catelyn arrived in the hall having heard of her husband's return. Rather than rush to greet him in front of the assembled lords Catelyn merely restrained herself to drinking in the sight of him.
"Perhaps I can make the job of telling them easier Lord Stark," Rosetta said as she appeared on the high table in front of Ned startling the hell out of everyone there.
"By the old gods," Greatjon exclaimed.
Rosetta smirked and said, "I am Rosetta. You know my people as a child of the forest. The Starks have our backing going forward. So that you do not think Lord Stark insane let me show you the memory of what happened in Kings Landing."
Rosetta raised her right hand which held a crystal. Suddenly the memory of the botched execution was projected out for the whole hall to see including where the golem continued to shout and revealed the heritage of Joffrey. When the memory ended there was stunned silence in the hall.
"The new boy king is a Lannister," Greatjon roared.
"Fucking Lannisters," Rickard cried.
There was much shouting in the hall until Rosetta clicked her fingers and silenced all sound in the hall.
"I will leave you with some thoughts Lords of the North. Our great enemy in the north the White Walkers are stirring. They have awakened and within years will be at the wall," Rosetta said, further stunning the lords of the north. "There is a true king who the Iron Throne belongs to who has yet to reveal himself. It is not yet time for him to do so. The Starks will reveal this true king to you when the time is right. If you do not wish to parish to the White Walkers you must support him. I will also say that the events that inspired Robert Baratheon's rebellion were not as you were led to believe."
With that Rosetta vanished and so did the silence.
"White Walkers," Was shouted.
There were many other shouts. It took Ned quite some time to calm the lords down.
"What did she mean of the true king?" Roose Bolton asked. Bolton was not completely stupid. "Is this a trueborn Baratheon heir or perhaps some Targaryen we are unaware of?"
"I cannot answer that question at this time," Ned said. "We were informed by the Children that if we reveal the knowledge too soon it would spell disaster for the realm."
"So what do the children want us to do?" Rickard asked.
"They have restored Moat Callin using their powers. When he is old enough my son Bran will take the Moat as his lands. For now I shall install a steward. With those lands we can hold the North and not get embroiled in a southern war. The Lannisters and the Baratheons can exhaust one another. We will focus on building up our stores and strength for the coming threat from the North," Ned explained.
There was much discussion about this over the next several hours.
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Essos
Daenerys came to awareness to find herself in a tent.
"Ser Jorah," Daenerys said. "What happened?"
"Do you remember the child of the forest that showed up?" Jorah asked.
It came back to Daeny. Her son.
"My baby," Daeny said as tears welled in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," Jorah said. "The child had more to say."
Ser Jorah went on to tell Daenerys what else Rosetta had said.
"White Walkers," Daeny said with alarm. Her mind also catalogued the name of the man from her dreams. "My brother had a legitimate heir."
"Yes," Jorah said. "Have you been dreaming of this Jon?"
"Yes," Daeny admitted. "Though I did not know that was his name. He has a stronger claim to the throne than I do."
"He does," Jorah agreed. "Assuming the child was telling the truth."
"I for some reason do not doubt her," Daeny said. "Where is Drogo?"
"You aren't going to like it," Jorah said.
"Take me to him," Daeny said as she rose.
When she exited the tent she found her khalisar had abandoned them.
"To the Dothraki a Khal who cannot ride is no khal," Ser Jorah explained. "The Dothraki follow only the strong. I'm sorry my princess."
There were only a handful of tents remaining. Jorah led Daenerys, Rakharo, and Irri out to the edge of the cliff they had camped on to where Mirri Maz Durr sat in a cage near the unresponsive form of Drogo.
Daeny ran to him when she saw him and knelt down saying, "My sun and stars." But his gaze didn't focus on her. "Why is he out here alone?"
"He seems to like the warmth," Jorah explained.
"He is alive. It was life you asked for," Mirri pointed out from her cage.
"This is not what I had considered. When will he be the way he was?" Daeny asked.
"When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east. When the seas go dry. When the mountains blows in the wind like leaves," Mirri said.
"I mistook you for an honest person," Daenerys said with realization.
"It was wrong of the savages to burn my temple," Mirri said. "It angered the great shepherd."
"Explain to me why," Daenerys demanded. "I spoke up for you and tried to save you."
"Three of the riders had already raped me before you saved me," Mirri pointed out. "I saw my gods house where I had healed men and women burned. There were piles of heads in the streets. The baker who made my bread along with the head of a young boy who I had cured of fever 3 moons past. What did you save? Your Khal is an example of what life is worth when the rest has left."
Daeny had nothing further to say to Mirri after that. Drogo was brought into the tent where Daeny was staying. She thought over things. That night she bathed him and tried to drag some type of response out of him. Harry imagined Drogo was like someone who had gotten the dementor's kiss. Salazar had said he thought Mirri had sacrificed Drogo's soul to some demonic entity.
Harry watched silently as Daenerys said goodbye to Drogo and reached for a pillow to smother him. It was heartbreaking to watch. This wasn't because Drogo was a good person but because Daeny was.
"You do not need to be the one to end him Daenerys Targaryen," Rosetta said startling Daeny.
"Can you help him?" Daeny asked.
"No. The witch Mirri sacrificed his soul. There is no getting it back. His body can only be made to rest," Rosetta said. "I can only do it so that you do not have to."
Daeny nodded as tears fell. Harry cast a heart-stopping curse at Drogo which Salazar had taught him. Drogo stopped breathing moments later. Daeny wept. Harry stayed nearby and let her see Rosetta to try to provide a presence for comfort.
"It hurts so much," Daeny said.
"I know," Rosetta replied. "There isn't anything I can say to make it stop hurting. I know you don't want to hear it now. But you can love again."
"Why would I want to?" Daeny asked.
"Time heals many wounds," Rosetta answered.
Daenerys Targaryen cried herself to sleep.
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Author's Note 2
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