Harry Potter
And the Song of Ice and Fire
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Westeros, The North
Wolfswood
11th of Fifth Moon 289AC
It was a very cloudy night in the deep forest of pines, oak, and ironwood trees, the quiet rustling of trees in the wind was the only sound that night. You could just about see the moon in between the trees and the clouds when suddenly an emerald green light shone all over the quiet clearing and a well-built man tumbled to the forest floor.
The man looked about late twenty or early thirty years old with emerald green eyes and raven black hair, but maybe his most unique feature was his faded lightning bolt scar on his forehead, it wasn't his only, no far from it but it was quite noticeable.
Harry looked around; he wasn't in Avalon anymore that's for sure I thought where am I? I looked in all directions and all I could see was forest and more forest. I should try a point-me spell to the nearest civilization if there is any I thought because this is unless I have traveled two hundred years or more back in time. It had been a long time on Earth since it had been such a clear night sky.
I took out my trusty elder wand and tried a point-me spell to Avalon. It would of course not work but it would be worth a try anyway, because what the hell(Luna always said that I should be a little easier going and that I was 'too serious all the time) so I tried it out and it was quite relaxing.
He cast the spell and suddenly he began to feel a little familiar tingle in his belly, the all too familiar feeling of spending my magic, wait... what? That shouldn't be happening. I have never used so much magic on a point-me spell even when I learned it at Hogwarts. This I must investigate.
After about three hundred years of life(in the living world at least) you get quite in touch with your core and magic if I can say so myself. After standing and thinking there for quite some time I finally get my fat ass moving and I begin to walk north because, well no reason at all.
So when I finally make it to a place I can sleep of the night I take no chances warding up the place with my strongest mobile wards at least I have on me, because if I had to make new stones it would have taken ages maybe even the rest of the day too. So I plunk myself down on a conjured madras and promptly fall to sleep.
My dreams that night were of my reason being here, where ever this place is anyway. Is because I was so smart and genius and could not do wrong, so like the mega brain I am 'note the irony' I decided that it would be a good idea to try to transfer my soul back in time but that didn't work, well maybe it has worked too well because the closest I have seen to life yet in this damn forest is birds singing.
—*—
Westeros, The North
Edge of the Wolfswood
16th of 5th Moon 289AC
I was definitively a long way from civilization, it took me nearly five days on foot to find the edge of the forest when I finally found something or rather someone.
I was walking like I had been doing for the last four days when suddenly I heard a guy talking to himself. I approached him slowly but defiantly not silently because about the same time I had taken my first step towards him, he spun around and fixed an arrow aimed at my throat.
I slowly put up my hands in a pacifying manner and began to open my mouth to begin to speak, but at that moment he fires his arrow, I quickly drop to the ground and roll to the left, right behind a medium-sized boulder.
Even if I am immortal (because of the Master of Death thing) doesn't mean I want to because I have found out that after my first freebie after Moldieshorts killed me with a killing curse, it has taken often decades or even one time a century before I came back to life and you don't know how annoying it is to watch time fly by you and you can only watch and look at the idiotic choices the magical Community much better at the time when they allowed Cornelius Fudge get a second term after Kingsley stepped down to get married or something he died before I could get back to life again.
So finally I found a guy that unfortunately tried to kill me but I will show him, I can already hear his stray thoughts with my passive legitimacy, I nearly always have on. I find out that he is a rapist on the run so I don't feel too bad legitimizing him so hard he becomes a vegetable (not that my moral compass is there anyway).
What I find out is a tad bit more interesting though, I am in a strange continent called Westeros(that sounds quite familiar hmm) anyway and we are in the northern part of it called The North(how original) and I am in a place called the Wolfswood.
I am a half a day's march from the castle of Ironrath of the family Forester(hmm wonder what they do for a living) I had like an idiot managed to go past another hold named Torrens Square and gone all the way north to Ironrath, but beneficially I was closer to the capital of the north named Winterfell home of the Starks that have been ruling there for eight thousand years that's a very long time, this smells like a little bit of divine intervention to me hmm if there are gods in this world as well(and I know this is another world) then I should be careful and don't fuck with them before I know exactly who they are and what they are capable of.
I also found out this country is in a middle of a war and it's because of that that it's so quiet and desolate here right now. Another wonky thing I found out is that the seasons are all batshit crazy with years of winter and years of summer. Wait oh by Merlin's saggy milk honkers is this what I think it is.
That's why it's so familiar, it's the fucking Game of Thrones universe, or is it the books hmm that can be quite a relevant discovery well I can only wait and see I guess. But hey, in the meanwhile I get to fuck with the GoT universe.
So here I am Harry Potter about 10 years give or take before the tv-show starts, and I can do whatever I want too I just have to be careful about what I do here in Westeros because I want to at least hold the timeline to maybe when the king arrives in Winterfell.
Well, I can figure this out later first I should cozy myself up to the Starks so I have an entryway to the king's arrival in Winterfell. So that is where I am headed but first to Ironrath I go to maybe cut of that romance between Asher and Gwendolyn before it can even start, maybe?
—*—
Half a day later
Westeros, The North
Ironrath
The sun was starting to set when I finally made it to Ironrath. The guards at the gate looked super suspiciously at me, the very innocent traveler I was. I may have looked a little bit strange with the scaly black dragonhide robes I was wearing, but hey don't judge a book by its cover I say, sometimes. When made it up to the gate they immediately crossed their spears in front of the gate and some archers on the wall aimed at me with their bows.
I began with a safe "Greetings my honorable guardsmen, I want to get some lodging do you know where I can find it?"
They looked at me stone-faced, then each other like they were communicating without words.
The guard closest to me said, "You could probably find something in the town outside the castle; I think 'The Drunken Tree' is the best, it's the one with the ironwood tree hanging off its side".
I say "Thanks a lot". He wordlessly nods, and I turn around to find this inn.
—*—
Westeros, The North
Village outside Ironrath
17th of 5th Moon 289AC
I somehow managed to find that blasted inn(fucking inn that was) I found out it was a fucking brothel of men, yeah so we shall never talk about it again, ever. And little old me that has been treated like royalty for the last one hundred and fifty years gets pranked by a random fucking guard all the way here in Westeros.
Well, anyways I found an inn right after I ran out of the other brothel so I got a little sleep in the end, but anyways here I was on my way to the local lord or his regent since it is a war going on. So up the stairs I went to the gate this morning I was even allowed into the castle proper, so I made my way to the main keep and into a little throne room where a guy in grey robes that I would assume was the maester of the castle.
He was a guy named Maester Ulnar he even was from the North, anyways he said that if I helped out a little bit around the place like helping the master of horse and stuff that I could get a horse to ride to Winterfell. So I, of course, accepted because everybody has to start somewhere and I should probably wait for 'Ned' to get back from the squid's rebellion. So here I was the day after washing horseshoes, fucking shit job but anyways, it was at least something to do while I was waiting.
Suddenly I heard a man cough to get my attention. He was a middle-aged man with dirty blonde hair and dark blue eyes, he had definitively trained quite extensively for a big-time of his life.
"So you are the guy that has been asking around here". He said
"And what is that to you. I asked
"Well as the highest-ranking representative of the castle currently here you are knocking on I would think it would be something I was interested in". He waited a second before saying "Walter Cassel, a master at arms here at Ironrath, and currently overseeing the castle while Lord Gregor is out fighting in the rebellion."
"You wouldn't perhaps be related to a Ser Rodrik Cassel?" I asked
He replied with a nod and said "ahh so you know my distant cousin I see"
"Well not personally but I have heard of him, it is not the smallest of positions of being the master of arms of the Starks"
"No its definitively not, but I'm not jealous I am quite happy here at Ironrath"
"But wait shouldn't the steward or maester be the highest representative here?"
"Well unfortunately the steward is currently incapable of doing any of his duties at this moment, and the maester barely manages to get out to court each day so it had to be me," Walter answered.
"But shouldn't you be with Lord Gregor in the Iron Islands?"
"Well, he needed someone in charge of martial matters back here."
"Ahh bandits and wildlings, yes"
"Indeed, they get all too brave when most of the men at arms are gone, actually that was the thing I wanted to ask of you," Rodrik said
"Yes I guess you need more manpower for these aforementioned bandit groups and wildling parties"
"Yes, though it could be dangerous. But we are beginning to get desperate, so to get some more men to help would be like a blessing from the old gods."
"Well, how do you know I can help you?" I questioned. This is getting quite interesting indeed I thought.
"I can see it in how you walk, the walk of a predator. Because you have done something like this before, right?" Rodrik said knowingly.
He began to grin "Something like that" Well I had gone through and practiced with quite a lot of different weapons throughout my long life, from assault rifles to my favorite the sword, or more specifically Godric Gryffindor's sword.
After the second wizarding war the magical world had been, well not exposed but there were a whole lot of muggles that were starting to search for answers after the recent pillaging of muggle villages in the countryside of Britain. It was quite damning if you looked at records showing pillaged villages and 'gas line explosions. It was starting to pile up with reports. At the time I had just gotten killed for the third time, and I will not speak about it(it was quite embarrassing).
Anyway, tensions were steadily building, and while the world continued going, as usual, you could feel something was in the air just waiting to be released. The cauldron finally overflowed on November 4th, 2089 when an official BMoM(British Ministry of Magic) representative managed to fuck up big-time. Can you guess who it was?
Fucking Draco Lucius Malfoy of course, he was and had been the director of the Department of Muggle Relations for close to about twenty years since a scandal where it came to light that he had cheated on his wife Astoria Malfoy née Greengrass. And even more unfortunate was that he was to win the election for the Minister position, but a half-blood named James Smith won and became the best minister the British ministry had in office since old Kingsley was a minister in the 2000s.
But anyway my dear old classmate managed to lose his cool in a meeting with the PM of Britain and he got detained, and that wouldn't have been too bad except for the problem that he tried to use magic inside the PM's office. And because muggles saw magic the obliviators came in and tried to obliviate the guards and the PM but they were too late and they all got their wands snapped and got put in jail.
Then like an idiot the current minister a pureblood, by the way, though it would be a great idea to try to rescue them. It didn't go too well and a problem was that they got recorded by a whole lot of CCTV's using magic and while they had the PM and his bodyguards in binding contracts so they couldn't say anything. You couldn't say the same for the military personnel that saw those CCTV videos and they declared that this was an act of aggression and the PM since he was now free to do his thing because the other generals and officers already knew about the wizarding world he promptly came out with a statement that the United Kingdom had been declared war by the British Ministry of Magic. And guess what, it didn't go too well for Wizarding Britain or the rest of the magical world because they were quite quickly declared war upon too.
The only wizarding countries that weren't immediately declared war upon were Magical South America(because the muggle countries couldn't care less that they had one more 'country' in their lands) and Magical South Africa(who is way too big to take on by the muggle countries in the area because its territory is from muggle South Africa up to muggle Angola and Mozambique)
Well, most of the wizarding world was reduced to small reclusive enclaves where they tried to continue their lives. To sum it up the magical world was majorly reduced and had hide again but this time in only small enclaves, and the muggle world got about a couple of tens o millions of people smaller(it was above the previous population in a couple of years) the war lasted about a decade and was called the Third World War (WWIII)
Anyway back to reality or well this universe. It is a very tempting offer because I need some cash, b I get some reputation (and hopefully some brownie points from Lord Gregor and 'Ned'), and c I have been bored out of my mind with these small jobs.
"I accept"
"Good good, meet me in the castle courtyard tomorrow when the sun is at its highest" I nod and I begin to go back to my work when he follows up with "and today you can sleep in the barracks, the guards at the gate can show you where it is"
"I appreciate the opportunity you have given me"
"Let's hope I don't regret it" and he turns and walks away.
Well, today has been quite a productive day I think, before I hear another cough and I look up to see the master of horse standing there with an irritated expression. I quickly resume my work.
—*—
Next day
Westeros, The North
Ironrath
18th of 5th Moon 289AC
The courtyard wasn't what I would call packed but there were about 30 men in the courtyard when I walked in. The weather was as always in The North quite dreary, cold, and cloudy. I looked around and saw Walter looking quite agitated. I came up to him.
He immediately saw me and began to speak in a hurried tone "Well it looks like you are getting a field test right away, the armory is past the barracks and to the right. The guy there will help you with your equipment" and then he left.
I shrugged and began to lightly jug up to the armory dodging the guards, smallfolk, and other servants and such.
When I arrived at the armory it was quite crowded, but I managed to make it to the assistant there. The assistant was a strong teen maybe thirteen or fourteen he was going to become a big man in the future. But anyway I coughed politely. And he looked up at me.
"What is it?"
"The master at arms told me to come here to get equipment, he said to get it quickly though because there is something that's happening here apparently so"
"Ahh yes the 'new blood' pa mentioned the guards had gotten a recruit, well anyway let's get your armor," he said and started to look me up and down "Yes you look like you fit the standard version of the armor. So which is your strong hand left or right?" He asked while he got some armor from a box standing at the back of the room.
"I am ambidextrous" he looked weirdly at me. I sighed "I can use both hands equally" light of understanding came to his eyes
"Ohh, that is interesting well I can you a one and a half sword if you want it, it also looks like you are quite quick on your feet too so it will serve you well until you can get a better sword"
After he strapped on some light armor on me he gave me the sword too. It looked like a standard bastard sword with a black leather grip on the handle. I gave it a twirl and I liked its balance it wasn't the Gryffindor sword but I would survive.
I thanked the boy gave him two silver stags and left to meet up with Walter again. When I arrived back in the courtyard most of the guards were lined up towards Walter and the captain of the guards, and as I did the same Walter began to speak.
"We have reported that a hundred wildling raiders have been spotted two miles north of us, we are going to intercept them and wipe them out. Any questions?" He asked "No, well let's move out men" and then we were marching.
End of chapter.
Well, that's the first chapter done. This is the fifth time I have rewritten this chapter and finally, I am happy with it. I welcome all reviews and feedback. I don't think any of the other chapters are going to be as long as this one unfortunately but we will see.