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Chapter-1: A new world and a new life

Harry Potter did not know how he came to this world nor did he have any knowledge on how he was reincarnated to the boot. But he had his suspicions; it all came back to those three items, the elder wand, the resurrection stone, and the cloak of invisibility. He thought that this way he can be considered the 'Master of Death' since his soul didn't really passed on and he didn't get to meet his family on the other side of veil either. Or maybe this was the next great adventure Dumbledore used to talk about so much. He didn't know, nor did he honestly care at the moment. Living a fulfilling life of more than 250 years have taught him that things like these will only be revealed when the time is right and thinking about these issues will only give him headaches without yielding any result so he let the issue drop for the time being. Either way it will be an interesting life in the place that he now calls his home. He was after all in the world of "Game of Thrones"

282 AL…

Roose Bolton rode calmly in front of his banner men and levies as Dreadfort came in his sight. At the sight of his ancestral seat the Bolton lord felt a kind of excitement and anticipation that he has never felt in his life. Now, he was not a man who felt a great deal of emotion but the coming meeting with his newborn son and heir had him excited at the prospect, after all it will be his firstborn who will carry his legacy, the legacy of the Red Kings. After the successful rebellion and crowning of the new king, he wanted to spend some time in his own lands with his heir before he once again gets busy with his duties.

As he enters the castle, he is greeted by his steward Marcus Paige, a man of average height, strong built with some muscles, brown hair and brown eyes, nothing too remarkable but he was rather competent and efficient with some healthy dose of ambition, just the kind of man he preferred to work with.

Next to greet him was his wife Lady Bethany Bolton nee Ryswell. His wife was a beautiful woman, not the fragile and soft kind but rather hard and unyielding, like most of the women in the north were. She had brown hair, green eyes and a generous bust on her lean and healthy frame. Their marriage was mostly loveless. They had not much affection for one another but they cared for each other; more out of sense of duty than anything, so there was always some distance between the two of them; well that and their differences on practices of House Bolton. Flaying disgusted his lady wife so did the leeching. To prevent constant conflict in the household, Roose had decided earlier in his marriage to lay off these methods; till now that is. But now that the need for heir has died, he can do as he pleases and if his wife had a problem with that then she will have to learn to deal with it and he really could care less after all the fighting that he did.

At the thought of his heir he finally noticed a toddler in his lady wife's arms. He silently walks towards them as his steward bows and he answers with a nod. His wife adjusts the babe in her grasp so that he can see his heir for the first time in his life and he was not disappointed, the babe turns towards him and regards him with his surprisingly intelligent green eyes. He had messy midnight black hair. He could not discern any other feature as the boy was only ten months old, yet he was of noble birth, there was no doubt of it.

"It seems, the boy have your eyes." He said to his wife.

"Aye, though how he has black hair, I do not know." She replied back smiling slightly.

"From what I remember about my mother, she was black of hair like the rest of her family, most likely the child inherited it from her, but I can see the Bolton resemblance in him, his skin is quite pale." The Bolton lord said back.

"I hope that it pleases my lord husband to have a legitimate heir to his estate." She replied back though there was a hint of warning in her tone that if he said anything less than pleasant about her son he was going to regret it.

"Yes he is viable and good enough, I suppose." He mused to himself. "Very well than I will declare him my heir after giving the child a name." He declared after some thought.

"He already has a name." She told me evenly though the Bolton lord detected a bit of nervousness in her voice.

"And pray tell me what you named him." He asked a bit frostily.

"Domeric, Domeric Bolton, it's a strong name and belonged to a powerful and popular Red King, one of your ancestors I believe." She replied back just as frostily.

He frowned thoughtfully for a moment and then gave his consent to his wife. It would not do to fight with his wife on such small issue and he believed that Domeric was as good a name as any other.

4 months back…

Harry or Domeric, was honestly lost and slightly scared because if the situation he found himself in. On one hand he was given the opportunity to live a new life but on the other hand he wanted to rest with his parents and his wife. His first life was not bad but there was always something that was missing. He never had control and independence; it was only in his later years that he could do what he felt like doing. The first 10 years of his life, living with Dursleys, were unpleasant to say the least but he got through it. Being treated like a slave didn't help him at all; he had very low self-worth and a whole lot of different issues that come from being regularly abused. When the time came to go Hogwarts, he thought he was getting a new chance but again magical world had decided the path for their dear savior. His recklessness and Gryffindorish behavior has cost him a lot and got him nearly killed a number of times. And now looking back at those times Harry felt incredibly stupid. Let's not forget about the damn prophecy that started it all. He did not believe in it but it did not matter, like most things in his life, as long as Voldemort thought him as his nemesis, he was always in danger. Looking back to the quest and subsequent defeat of the dark lord, he can freely say that they only defeated Voldemort because of sheer dumb luck and determination on their part and unbelievable amount of arrogance on dark lord's part. Then he joined the Ministry as an auror and became their unwilling lapdog. The department didn't respect his prowess in magic in the start, most of them thought him to be ministerial poster boy. It was hard going but he managed somehow. He learned a lot about administration during that time, politics too. He then went on to become Minister of Magic and later Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. It was only after the first 70 years of his life that he was free to do anything he wanted to do. So, the first thing he did was to learn new fields of magic. For the next few decades he learnt healing, runes, arthimancy, enchanting, mind arts, animagus transformation, alchemy, advanced battle magic, blood magic, rituals, dark arts and the basic of necromancy too, the last one he decided that he could not stomach and did not further pursue the subject. In his hundred and third year, his wife, Ginny's health started deteriorating and after 2 years she died because of natural cause. He was heartbroken for some time but with the help of his family and friends he moved on. He then decided to travel around the world, learning new brands of magic, visiting different places and making new friend and enemies alike. He learnt different spells, potions, runes, rituals and meet different magical creatures.

During one of these trips to India, he discovered he had a block on his metamorphmagus ability. The block was first placed by his parents and would have dissolved automatically by the age of eleven, but his treatment at hands of his relatives prevented it from happening. Harry subconsciously believed that drawing attention was not a good thing so he accidently empowered the block so that he can easily blend in. Being considered the savior of magical society didn't help either, he continued to shy away from attention both positive and negative. After removing the block it was found that he was a complete metamorphmagus which were rarity and it was almost unheard of two of them being born in the same generation which Tonks and he were part of. It allowed him to hide better. He could not change his gender, nor did he have any wish to, but he could age and de-age himself with some concentration. He lived his last years reading and writing books on magical theories and his travels around the world. After living for more than twenty-five decade he passed on for his next great adventure, only problem with that was that he did not expect to arrive in a new world.

The first six months of his new life were both tiring and embarrassing to say the least. He could do nothing besides crying, shitting and then crying some more while shitting. He was in constant state of hunger and exhaustion. The first time he was breast fed he nearly threw a tantrum then and there but at last his hunger and common sense won out. Even after that he only fed from his new mother; it seems to make her incredibly happy, something about being able to identify her.

Now it was night time and he was alone in his cradle, he was trying to assess his magic which he could still fell was there. His core was unstable at the moment but he still possessed a lot of raw power and this made him very happy, after living so long with magic he just could not imagine a life without it. He by no means was defenseless without it but still what can he say he just loved magic.

Next, he checked his memories and mental defenses, and he was not ashamed to admit it but after seeing the state of his mind for first time in six months he wanted to cry. His memories were scattered all around his mindscape and there were no active defenses. As if that was not enough some of his memories were blocked from him, some were even becoming foggy and unclear. In short he had his work cut out for him. Well then, no time like present he thought to himself and set out on repairing and reshaping his mindscape. His mindscape resembled his study in Potter Manor. It was a square room of 6 meters with a large wooden desk and a chair in front of the window. There were various cabinets to the side for files, documents and other artifacts. Before the desk was a pair of comfortable leather chairs. There was a private library and a washroom attached to the study. There was also a safe which was quite heavily protected, which contained fake memories and emotions. His real memories were stored in a secret compartment behind the cabinet. While the files and documents contained important information and knowledge that he had gained from his studies, travels and the numerous adventures he had gone through. Harry pulled an all-nighter to work on his mind but even after that, he knew it will take him many months to properly arrange the memories. As the first rays of dawn approached he decided to go back to sleep.

Weeks passed in familiar routine. He did not learn much about the place he was in but still he was able to gain some information with his limited hearing. He was able to stay awake for longer periods but still it was not enough. From what he had heard from the maid and other servants around him was that, he was born in a noble family in the northern part of the kingdom, the world was in feudal age and he was heir to the House Bolton of Dreadfort. The continent of Westeros that he found himself was divided in seven kingdoms each ruled by a Great House who in turn were ruled by Targaryen dynasty of King's Landing. The realm currently was at war, he did not know the reason except that the current ruler was also known as the mad king. He knew that the world he found himself in sounded familiar to him but he was not sure, nonetheless he searched his mind for any information that he could use. He soon discovered that most of the major information regarding from the show that was based on this world was present in the files but all the finer details were missing. Also the information available was till "Robert's Rebellion". This meant that there was an outside interference in his mind, the thought unnerved him but also made him curious and cautious of this new world he found himself in. So after hard days of work for past 4 months he didn't have much to show for his progress, but then again, when was life easy for one, Harry James Potter.

Present time: 282 AL…

Harry was waiting for his lord father to arrive with his mother, steward Marcus and other servants and soldiers that work for House Bolton in the main courtyard of the fort. He saw his father come riding on top of a brown warhorse. He was tall man of 6'2'' in height, had brown hairs and icy blue eyes, hard and cold eyes. He cut an intimidating image with his sword and black winter cloak. His gait was that of a veteran warrior and a predator. While his parents were talking he was taking in his surroundings, it was the first time he had been out in this part of the castle. The place was not much different than the rest of the castle, high walls of black stones covered the courtyard, and the floor was primarily made of red stone except the path leading from the gate to the stables. The path was hard ground with sprinkles of snow here and there. The courtyard was connected to stables, training ground, and guard quarters.

After some time the party retired to the castle for some rest before lunch. The brief amount of time in which Harry had met his new father's eyes he came to the conclusion that his father was a cunning, ruthless and selfish man. A kind of man who lust after power, glory, prestige and everything that comes with it. He further deduced that his lord father will be hard to manipulate but he was confident that he can be persuaded with some compulsion charms if he does not see things his way, after all he was a master of politics and subtle manipulations from his time in ministry. But, he didn't think it will come to that, his father's greed will work well in his favor. All in all, he would do what he was best at doing. He did it for ten years while living at the Dursleys, he did it when for seven years Voldemort was after him and he did it again after Voldemort killed him. Survive, that is what he was going to do.