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Authors Note: Hey guys, as promised I bring you the sequel to Rise of Richard Hendricks. Just a warning, this story like all HP/GOT crossovers should be, will be an OP MC story. So if you don't like it, please don't read. Also I am still looking for a Beta, so if you are interested, please let me know. Now, on with the story.

Chapter 1 - Insertion

I wake up with a gasp and find myself lying on a wooden table, almost naked with just a small cloth protecting my privates. I instantly get a migraine as clashing identities and knowledge settle into my mind.

I am Richard Hendricks. I am Chuck Bartowski. I am Shawn Spencer. I am Harry Potter. I am… I look around. And see, Ser Fucking DAVOS looking at me as if he has seen a ghost. I realize that I am Jon Snow/ Targaryen.

This should not have happened. I wasn't brought here by the ASB. I knew that. I always recognized his special band of power.

Last I remember I was Harry Potter. I had barely been in the world of Harry Potter for two decades. Last I remember, I was at Potter Manor with my wife and children. I had just woken up in the morning and had gone on a run around the grounds like I always did. During that run, I saw a weird tree. A tree I had never seen before on Potter Grounds. A tree with red leaves and whitebark, with a face carved into the trunk of the tree. A face, whose eyes were bleeding red sap.

When I went for a closer look to investigate... For the lack of a better term, I was zapped. I was zapped from my current body and from the Harry Potter world as I had come to call it. And now I find myself here. In the Rape, Murder, Kill world of Game of Thrones.

And if what I am guessing is correct then this is probably the worst time to enter the series. If Jon Snow aka ME, was just resurrected then I am probably at the start of season 6.

The war of five kings is over and much of the armies of North and Riverlands is exhausted. Winterfell is occupied by Boltons. Sansa is probably just escaped and is on her way here. And in Essos, Dany has been abducted by Dothraki.

I look around and see Ser Davos and my direwolf look at me in surprise and confusion. Then I look down at my naked body and see chest wounds. A lot of chest wounds. That should have killed me. That did kill Jon Snow.

Fuck me!

Gasping in panic, I try to get up and run but immediately stumble.

Fortunately, I am caught by Ser Davos before I hit the ground.

"Hey Easy, Easy, Easy.", He says grabbing me before I fall. Then the Red Woman, Milasandre enters the room, looking shocked at my living breathing form.

"What do you remember?", I hear Davos ask.

"Everything.", Is my only reply.

Davos tries to comfort me by squeezing my shoulder. I look into Jons last memories as I continue.

"They stabbed me.

Olly…. Put a knife in my heart.

They… They betrayed me.

I shouldn't be here." When I say the last part I mean literally. I shouldn't be here. I am supposed to be in HP universe right now.

"The Red Lady brought you back.", Davos helpfully replies.

It seems that is the only prompting Red Lady requires as she glides through the room and falls to her knees as she nears me.

She takes my face in her hands and asks in a serious, curious and urgent tone, "Your Eyes are Green and Glowing…!

Afterwards… What did you see? Where did you go?"

I think for a moment. This is a very important question. Obviously, I am shocked when she says the first part. I am pretty sure Jon Snow had brown eyes or according to the books, grey eyes. Green eyes belonged to Harry Potter aka ME, in my… I guess previous life. Wait! Does that mean, I can do magic here too?!

"Afterwards… What did you see? Where did you go?" She repeats the question. I need to play this carefully. And I need to experiment as soon as I am alone.

"I saw everything… I was everywhere and nowhere at once. I met the Gods. We talked. They sent me back. They said I have a destiny. I need to save the World.", I said. Though I did realize, I was bullshitting for the sake of strengthening my position, I couldn't help but have a very strong suspicion that I was right and the Old Gods had somehow managed to hijack my last life and bring me here.

And looking at Melisandre's face, I can see it was everything she was hoping for.

"The Lord let you come back for a reason. Stannis was not the prince who was promised but someone has to be."

"I am sorry to say My Lady, I was not your god that sent me back. I think it was mine. I think it was the Old Gods."

It seems she did not like that statement, by the look on her face.

"Could you give us a moment?", Davos asked her to leave not so politely. She complied but only because it seemed she needed to get her thoughts in order.

"You were dead. And now you are not. It is completely fucking mad, seems to me. I can only imagine what it seems to you.", Davos said shaking his head with one hand squeezing my shoulder in sympathy.

"I did what I thought was right and this is how they repay me. Why?" Yes, I recalled what Jon Snow did. And as I recalled it I felt equal parts dread and equal parts exhilaration. The reason, not all things were like it seemed in the show. Unlike in the show when Jon only managed to get a few thousand Free Folk South of the Wall, here he succeeded in getting over 35 thousand wildlings down south of the wall, along with 3000 giants and thousands of Mammoths. Right now all of them were in a temporary camp in the Gift. I guess some had come to take over Castle Black to get revenge in my name.

"I don't know. Maybe we will never know. What does it matter? You go on. You fight for as long as you can. You clean up as much of the shit as you can." Goddam man. That one hell of a motivational speech. And it is something I can get behind.

"I don't know how to do that. But I would appreciate any help and guidance you can give me.", I told him with a small smile.

"I am not going anywhere Jon." He replies with a smile and another reassuring shoulder squeeze.

He leaves the room to give me some time to change. As soon as he leaves the room, I sit down on the same table I woke up on in a lotus position and start mediating. Hoping and praying that my magical core is still there.

'YES!', I exclaim internally as I find my magical core almost immediately. Concentrating on it, caressing it, channelling it, I gently push it down my right shoulder, through my arm, into my hand and at the tip of my index finger and mentally imagine a small lighter like flame. A bright orange though small flames ignite's itself on my index finger and it brings a smile to my face.

Yes! This changes things. Oh, yes, it does.

XxxxX

Sometime later as I walk out my solar, I see wildlings and some of my loyal Black brothers look at me in shock. It is understandable. Just over an hour ago, I was dead.

As I walk into the courtyard, the men part like the water had parted for Moses, as I see Tormund Giantsbane and it seems he is just as in as much shock as others are.

"They think you are some kind of god. The man who returned from the dead."

"I am not a god. But if it helps I met one while I was on the other side."

It seems to shock him but he soon gets a hold of himself after giving me a look that says, 'We are going to talk about that.'

"I know that you are not a god. I saw your pecker. What kind of God would have a pecker that small?" he says in a fake whisper that is loud enough for everyone in the courtyard to hear.

Then he laughs and hugs me. I hug him back. From Jons memories, he is a good, loyal friend. I am going to need those in the future.

I move toward my other friend Edison Tollet. He instantly hugs me. "Your eyes are no longer brown. They are green. And they are glowing! Is that still you in there?" He asks only half-seriously.

"I think so. Hold off on burning my body for now." We both laugh at little at that.

"That's funny. You are sure that still you in there." Then both of us laugh a little louder this time. Though internally I was wincing as Edd was on the mark.

XxxxX

After that, I have all the Black brothers except the ones who have stabbed me released and granted mercy. They are of course released on the condition that they remain loyal this time, failing to do so would lose them their heads.

Then I head back to my Solar to plan. Since I have to execute the traitors anyways I decided that I might as well take a chance and try something that would, in turn, solve a lot of my future problems. I am of course talking about, proving to the Southern Lords that the Others are coming. And the best way to do that is to have wrights, to demonstrate.

So I order, arrangements to be made outside of the Wall near the forest for the men to be hanged. When doing so I make sure their hands and legs are triple bound, just in case my plan actually works and they do become wrights.

I execute them the next day. And leave them to hang in the open. Hoping against hope that they would turn into wrights.

The day after that, one Black Brother out of the two I had left to monitor them, comes running into Castle Black.

"The demons are alive. DEMONS! Their eyes have turned blue. They are alive again.", as soon as he says that, most of the Black Bother's including me ride out the place they were hanged and see the now reborn, yet still hanging zombies, were trying to get free so that they could slaughter all people that still count as living surrounding them.

As I looked around I could see the horrified faces of the Black Brothers that were not at Hardholm and had temporarily sided with Throne when I was killed. I, on the other hand, was sporting a blinding grin.

"Told you so.", Tomund Giants bane says in a huff. Feeling vindicated know that the truth is known by most of the black brotherhood.

"We need to kill them." One of the Black Brothers says. "Kill it with fire." One other brother replies.

"We are not going to kill them, you idiots. We need them as proof if we want to convince the Lords in the South that the Dead are real, That the Wrights are Real, That the White Walkers and Night King are real. And most importantly the real war is coming for us. And if they don't help, we are all fucked.

Ed, get them boxed up and locked down tight and move them to Castle Black.", I command and though everyone still seems horrified for a variety of reasons, no one objects.

Pretty soon they are boxed up and moved to the dungeons of Castle Black under constant guard of twenty to make sure they don't escape.

XxxxX

"I was with you at Hardhome. I saw what's out there. We know it's coming here. Fuck a few days ago all the Black Brothers saw what is coming for us! Yet You are choosing to leave us, NOW?", my Friend Edd says in frustration as he sees me packing up my shit in my room.

"I died Edd. I fulfilled my vows. Now my watch has ended. And don't forget we need to prepare the North and the rest of Westeros for the White Walkers. I can't do that from Castle Black. I need to go south. I need to retake Winterfell. I need to reunite the north and then convince the other realms to send help as well. Or we all die." I told him.

"There has to be another way, Jon! We need you here! You are now the most respected and feared commander of the Night's Watch, Ever! We need you here, leading us if we want to have a chance to beat them!", Edd said pleading.

I stopped packing for a second and faced one of my best friends from memories of Jon. I placed one hand on his cheek as I said.

"When the Walkers come. When the Real War is here. I will be here as well. Hopefully with an army of tens of thousands of soldiers and supplies that will be necessary to beat the Night King.

As you said Edd, you were with me at Hardholm. You saw Night King add over Seventy Thousand foot soldiers to his army. And I stress on the word ADDING, as Night King has had 8000 years to his army. An army's whose real size we have no idea about.

Edd you tell me, can Nights Watch, now numbering barely 600 with no more men or supplies coming from the South... Will it be able to stop the Night King?", I left the question hanging and Edd's face scrunched up in contemplation, showing a lot of fear a few seconds later, as he shook his head in the negative.

So Edd finally realized, he didn't like what I had to do, but he understood it.

Then the horn blew and a distant shout of 'Open the gates was heard.'

I gave a small smile unseen by Ed, as we moved to see what the commotion was. Sansa was here.

XxxxX

Just like in the show, A bathed and fed Sansa sat in front of me.

"Your eyes changed.", she said looking at me intriguingly as she sipped her bad ale.

"Aye." I just replied smiling.

"Why did they change?", she asked.

"I died and came back different. Came back more…", I told her shrugging. Initially, when I told her I had died, she didn't believe it. What sane person would? Then I had shown her my scars. There was a lot a shock followed by crying when I showed her my bare chest. Finally, she had calmed down after assurances that I was fine.

"More?", said asked in confusion. She looked really cute and beautiful when she did so. But I had already decided, that Dany was going to be the one for me. So as much as I wanted to start something with the beautiful redhead, who was my cousin and not my sister, in reality, I wouldn't.

"More.", I replied igniting a small flame at the tip of my finger. Her expression was akin to a deer caught in headlights.

"HOW?!", she all but exclaimed looking at me doing magic.

"Think of it as Old God's gift. We are going to need all the gifts and help if we want to fight the dead."

"You really are telling the truth, aren't you? About the dead I mean.", she said looking down.

"Yes."

"Then we need to take back Winterfell and unite the North.", she said with a hard face.

"Aye. We need to. Don't look so shocked. I am done with the Night's Watch. When I died, murdered by my sworn brothers, my watch ended. Even if you hadn't found me I would have found my way down South to rescue you."

She gave me a warm smile at that, which as it went on, bordered on crying.

"But we need to make plans. If we want to reunite north and take back Winterfell, then we will need an army." I said.

"How many wildlings did you save?", she tried to nudge me in the right direction.

"35000 or so and 3000 giants. But I can't ask them to fight for me. They vowed to fight in the Long Night, not squabbles between Lords."

"Do you think they will be safe under Boltons as the Wardens of the North. The moment they will be looking the other way, Boltons will come and kill every last one of them. The only choice we have to take the offensive."

"Sansa since when did you start talking battle strategy?"

"Since I lost most of my family and lived through multiple wars.", she said with a hardened face that promptly cracked and she started crying. I did not waste a moment going to hug her to try and console her.

XxxxX

"…. Return my wife to me or I will ride north and slaughter every wildling man, woman and babe. Then I will sack Castle Black and have the men in my army take turns raping your sister.

Ramsay Bolton,

Lord of Winterfell,

Warden of the North", Sansa read the complete letter and even though I had only been in this body for two weeks I was still fiercely protective of any family I had. Unfortunately, I also knew, Rickon had to die or will die. I can't be crowned the king of the North and then eventually Westros otherwise.

Bolton was going to die and it would be just as painful as it was in cannon or even more so.

"Ramsay is now the Lord of Winterfell and not Roose. Ramsay killed him. Jon, we need to take back Winterfell."

I just nod my head and look to Tormund, Giants Bane.

He looks in acceptance and asks his own question to Sansa. "How many men does this Bolton have?"

"Five to Six thousand. I once heard him talking to his father about it.", Sansa replied.

"How many men would be willing to fight for me Tormund.", I asked my friend.

"Right now. Ready to march and fight. Three thousand. The rest either need to remain to protect the free folk or are children and old people."

"That is more than I expected." It really was more than it was in the show. If I remembered correctly it was 2000 men and 1 giant. The last surviving giant.

"I might also be able to convince a few dozen giants to help us.", That was a shock and an obvious advantage.

"I appreciate it Tormund, I mean it."

"Hah! Appreciate it he says. Little crow do you even know what my people think of you. They think you old god reborn the way you came back from the dead. And if that's not enough you did save them from dying and being brought back as wrights in Others army.

Don't worry your pretty little head little crow. We will fight for you and we will win for you.", he said thumping my back. And they were smiles all around the table. But Sansa had a look in her eye that I could not decipher.

XxxxX

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