Thanks for all the people who followed and marked it as favourite. Didn't expect to get so many. Also, like I said, the story won't be perfect. There will be plotholes and I'll probably overlook many things, but I hope you enjoy the mess nonetheless.
His body felt smooth, powerful and flexible. He was gliding between grass wet with dew, feeling the cool liquid on his body. Across dark, cold earth he went, flat against the floor, sliding along on his belly. It was dark, yet he could see objects around him shimmering in strange, vibrant colours. He was turning his head towards his destination, but the burrow was empty. However, a moment later Harry could smell the death and sorrow wafting from the entrance, all of it overflowing with grief and blood.
Only then did he notice the blades of grass dripping with crimson liquid everywhere around him, seeing the bloody trail he left, and feeling the sticky substance clinging to his body. As well as noticing the beautiful snowy owl and the huge black dog that were lying aside the entrance; their plumage and fur stained red. Without his consent Harry's body rushed down into the earth, looking for anyone alive.
The floor of the passage was littered with skulls and bones, belonging to all kinds of animals. Further down he saw a family of foxes, their vibrant orange fur stained by blood and dishevelled, missing in places along with flesh. A single rat and many snakes were scattered in grisly pieces around the foxes. Without waiting he went deeper, past rows of skulls in niches carved from dirt. Bones of lions, badgers and eagles lay all around, mixed together with those of a cat, two large wolves, and what must've been a giant.
On his way down he saw a silvery-white hare lying motionless and rigidly in the dirt. Finally he arrived at the deepest level, seeing an albino snake slowly wringing the life from a beautiful Otter, which was struggling to break free. With an enraged hiss Harry launched himself at the white reptile. However, he came too late and the otter's neck snapped like a twig.
Both snakes, black and white, struggled on the ground in mortal combat. Intertwined so closely with one another they couldn't separate even if they wanted to. All in an effort to kill the other. Snapping and hissing filled the burrow for what seemed like an eternity before Harry finally sunk his own fangs into his opponent, pumping him full of venom.
As he did so a drop of venom mixed with blood dropped from the fangs of his enemy onto his left eye, blurring his vision and letting a sensation of falling overtake him.
Stormlands, near Felwood.
With a choked shout Harry startled awake, taking deep lungfuls of air.
'I shouldn't make waking up in strange places into a habit.' Harry thought, thankfully not as sore as he thought he'd be. Nonetheless a groan escaped his dry throat as he blearily tried to open his eyes. Only managing to do so after rubbing them clean, removing the sticky stuff from them.
With a raised head he looked around, hoping to not be in Limbo or a dungeon of some kind. Intense relief flooded his being as he saw the inside of the tent Hermione and him had used during the Horcrux Hunt. To him it looked just like he had left it. His head fell back on the pillow quickly, his neck hurting. 'Was it all a weird dream?' he wondered, hoping beyond hope that it was true. Even if he had to kill Voldemort again, it beat being trapped somewhere unfamiliar with Bellatrix Lestrange.
However, any possible elation was immediately killed in its infancy by what happened next.
"You're awake!" came a joyous voice as clear as a bell. Though, to Harry it sounded like nails scratching on chalkboard. Bellatrix had emerged from the kitchen segment of the tent, a place he wasn't able to see from his bed. "How are you?" she inquired eagerly, making to stand before the bed while practically vibrating.
A rush of memories assaulted him quickly, letting him remember everything that lead up to this moment. The realisation at the end of his first year of Hogwarts that Voldemort wouldn't stop coming for him. The bitter admission to himself that his life would never be normal. All the years of gruelling spell practice, learning all he could in his time at Hogwarts. Be it Arithmancy, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures or Potions and Herbology. Private lessons with Dumbledore during the holidays and more frequently in his fifth and sixth year, ranging from Alchemy to other advanced subjects. Done either due to the old man's guilt at putting him with the Dursley's or as preparation. All of it leading up to Voldemort's death at his hands.
He vividly recalled the death of Ginny in the Chamber of Secrets. Followed by that of the remaining Weasley's in his sixth year due to another of Wormtail's betrayals. The rat having known the wards due to his time at the burrow, but dying for it with many Death Eaters. They were not the last to go: Hedwig, Hagrid, Dobby, Sirius, Remus, Tonks, Dumbledore and so many others either followed or preceded them into the grave. Hermione left him last, having given him the opportunity to land the killing blow after he had come back from the dead.
Yet, the victory had tasted like ash in his mouth, nothing more than blood-stained dust running through his fingers. Even a last effort by him to not have Magical Britain sacrifice another child for their own safety was for naught. It was why he didn't protest being thrown through the Veil of Death, having wanted to join his friends and family.
At his intense stare into nothing the black-haired woman began to fidget, her gaze flickering nervously from her feet to him.
"Why do I still live?" he demanded calmly, but not letting her answer. "What more do you want from me? I gave everything I had!" his voice became a dangerous hiss, hatred leaked into his tone and dripped from his words. "I defended a people that never loved me. Sacrificed people that did to preserve that bloated, rotten carcass of a society. An abominable thing driven not by hope and reason, but by fear, hate and ignorance." the look of confusion on Bellatrix' face only fuelled his fury, thinking she was mocking him with this charade. "Better that I had died with them than live and experience this!"
His agitation manifested as an outburst of accidental magic, making chairs, cutlery and more shiver and rattle.
She grew surprisingly distraught at that. "You can't mean that!" Bellatrix gasped out frantically, vowing. "Whatever I did wrong I promise to do better, be better!" tears pooled in these blueberry eyes, fully believing her own words.
Finally the raven-haired man blinked, and looked at her as if just now noticing her presence. Harry stared at Bellatrix for a good minute, literally waiting for the other shoe to drop. For her to attack and try to kill him as he lay helpless. Absent-mindedly he noted that she didn't wear the unfitting clothes from before, but a simple brown dress not out of place for a medieval peasant. 'The question is why she didn't do that when I was unconscious. Or let anyone else do it. Maybe she simply got madder than before?' He thought, knowing nobody of that Muggle army would be positively inclined towards him after he slaughtered so many soldiers. "What happened after the battle?" he finally asked with a resigned sigh, turning away from her to stare at the tent's ceiling, playing her strange game for now.
Bellatrix told him promptly, relieved that he did not seem mad at her. Though, she spoke hesitantly. "Well, your protection faded and I saw the Muggles approach you." her mind fought with what he had done. On one hand it had prevented her from helping, but on the other it protected her. She had no idea how to feel about that. The warm feeling in her chest confused her. "They wanted to kill you," here genuine rage was clear to hear. "but I prevented them from doing so." she told proudly, clearly expecting to be praised.
The last Potter nearly go whiplash from her rapidly changing emotions. Though, that at least showed she still was largely the same. Harry was unable to keep the disbelief from his voice or face as he asked. "Oh, how did you manage that without a wand?" while Bellatrix was also deadly with knives, she would've been grossly outnumbered. Sure, wandless magic existed, but required extensive training and experience. A wand wasn't called a focus for nothing.
This time she wasn't so eager to please, returning to fidgeting. As an answer she gave a low and inaudible mumble.
"What?" he snapped, glaring at her. His patience not the most extensive thing at the moment.
"I made a bargain with their leader." she finally admitted in shame, continuing to babble without stopping. "I know I should've killed them all like the filthy maggots they are, but there were so many! They would've killed us and our daughter!" she implored, kneeling in front of him with her face down in the dirt. Seemingly begging for forgiveness for not killing enough Muggles.
A part of him was enraged at her audacity to use Delphini in such a way, knowing Bellatrix hated the girl. A bigger part was just exhausted. 'Let her play this game. She'll grow tired of it soon enough.' he desperately hoped so. "Stop that and raise your head!" he commanded, not liking to be mocked like that. She did so immediately. "There arrived no Aurors or Obliviators after the battle?" if that was the case then it would support the theory of being somewhere completely new; as in a new world.
Bellatrix shook her head, letting those dark locks swing with the motion. "No, none arrived."
"Of course they didn't." he snorted, barely preventing the mad and helpless laugh threatening to erupt out of his throat. All of it got him wondering just where they were, or if Bellatrix was even speaking a lick of truth. "What did you agree to in exchange for my life?" it still was unbelievable that Bellatrix Lestrange of all people would make bargains with Muggles to save his life of all things. It didn't fit in his mind. The woman had been ready to go to Azkaban for her conviction. And while the ideology she subscribed to repulsed him on a deep level, nor did he like her at all, he could at least acknowledge her will of steel and prowess in battle. 'Not to mention that I killed Voldemort in front of her.'
She didn't mind telling him that, now that the worst was said. "You remember what that fat priest told us started this war?" she asked rhetorically, and at his nod she went on. "Well, the oafish leader of the army is the betrothed of the girl that was kidnapped. Just before he went to smash your head in I promised we could make a wish of his come true." she left out the desperate pleading she had to do for Baratheon to even listen.
Surprises never ceased today, it seemed. Especially because they essentially now owed a Life Debt to that man. Something the Bellatrix he was familiar with would be loath to accept under any circumstance. "And what did he want so desperately that he spared us?" he inquired, truly intrigued now.
"He wants for us to find his kidnapped betrothed, a Lyanna Stark." she told him. "Seeing as he is preoccupied with waging a rebellion, he intends to task us with it, thinking our magic will easily find her."
The man would be right, but it also wasn't so easy to do as to be trivial, but Harry would not tell him that. 'Better pretend to look and hope he dies fighting in future.' Harry thought. "Anything else?"
"Yes, actually." she went to a nearby table with the Sword of Gryffindor lying on it. With a precise and practised movement she showed it to him, displaying the flat side of the now black blade. "It appeared in your hand shortly after you lost consciousness." there, engraved on the blade was the name Peverell instead of Gryffindor. "I couldn't find your wand anywhere." she admitted, ashamed. "Also, I know Potter is our real family name, but the fat priest told me there already was a House Potter in the Stormlands and I didn't want to risk a confrontation, what with them possibly present in the army. So, I didn't correct them when they assumed our name was Peverell."
'Now I lose my name as well?' he thought, not knowing what to think about that. Shaking his head, he banished that thought. Completely aware that it was prudent to not give these people too much information. He simply had lost too much already that it was painful to even contemplate such a thing. The rage about Bellatrix' comment of Potter being their name was squashed ruthlessly, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of rising his ire.
On the account of the Elder Wand; Harry didn't think she would have found it anywhere, considering that the Death Stick was reduced to splinters. 'Probably better this way.' Harry thought, remembering the strong urge to massacre emanating from the wand. Only possessing vague memories of the battle, everything having gone red suddenly.
' I didn't even really think of any other way than fighting, killing.' Harry realized, lamenting. 'Disillusionment was just one way to stay out of the mess.' the wizard didn't know if possessing all three Hallows somehow amplified the effects or not, but he was glad to be rid of it now, hopefully.
He stared at the priceless heirloom, now completely black and shot through with ripples of silver. Though the metal had a greenish sheen to it that changed to purple, seemingly changing depending on how the light struck it. It made Harry wonder if absorbing all three Hallows changed the sword, and if so in what way. It was said to incorporate anything that would make it stronger, after all. "As you say." he told her finally. Then Harry lifted his right hand to look for any wood still embedded into his palm, but found it smooth and without blemish.
"How long was I out of it?" he demanded, fatigue overtaking him again. All of him sagging into the bed.
"About a week." Bellatrix supplied, eager to redeem herself for perceived failure. "How are you feeling? I did my best to tend to your injuries."
Harry grunted and tried to sit up. It went slowly, fat too slow for Harry's liking. His body was aching and stiff all over. Bellatrix tried to come to his aid, but a slashing look stayed her hand. "I could use some water and food." he begrudgingly ground out after falling back onto the bed, evading her question entirely.
The woman basically sprinted to bring him something to eat. While she did that Harry inspected his body, noting the bandages and poultices covering where he'd been hurt. In no time at all, Bellatrix returned with a wooden plate. It was filled with a mix of fruits, some cheese, a bit of hardtack, seasoned jerky, and a wooden cup of what seemed like ale. "Here."
"Did you get that from the Muggles?" he asked pointedly, as if disappointed by her doing so. At her reluctant nod, Harry asked. "Then could you check it for poison, please?" he didn't think the Muggles poisoned it, but was rather suspicious of Bellatrix doing so. He hoped by playing on her distrust of Muggles she'd be forced to eat it or admit something being wrong with it. 'Maybe she let me live to see me suffer, watch as the light goes out of my eyes.' he speculated, knowing that was in the realm of possibility for the sadistic woman.
Yet, she did take a bite from each without a single word of complaint. With no indication of foul play he hesitantly allowed her to feed him, having no other choice but to let her do so. Rather, his choice was either starvation or that particular humiliation.
'Look at her revelling in my weakness. That perverse glee in her smile. That cruel gleam in those purple eyes!' he thought grimly, watching out of the corner of his eyes as Bellatrix seemed to get some sick sadistic satisfaction out of his current state.
Meanwhile, Bellatrix was sure life couldn't get better than this. She sat on the head of the bed, letting Harry use her lap as a pillow while feeding him. Sure, they were apparently transported to another world, but as long as she had her beloved that was a minor concern. Besides, being able to care for the person she loved most in this world, and him even allowing her to do so, was her greatest treasure.
'Strange,' she thought. 'Why would I think he'd dislike letting me take care of him? We're married, after all.' still, something inside Bellatrix told her this was a novel experience for her. Even if she had no idea why she felt that way. The rejection before felt more familiar, expected even.
Before she could ponder that some more she discarded it as not important. Bellatrix much rather drove her fingers through his messy, but silky hair, having taken great care in washing his body just today. She was completely revelling in this closeness. Sadly, it was over much sooner than she'd have liked. "Do you need anything else?" she inquired hopefully after he had finished the rather bland meal. She'd hoped to get something more opulent, but that was wishful thinking in an army camp without magic.
Harry shook his head. "No. Where is Delphini?" he hadn't seen or heard the infant girl since waking.
"She's sleeping in my bed nearby." Bellatrix told him, fondness rising in her chest at Harry's worry for Delphini's well-being and desire to see her. "I can bring her to you, if you wish. It's about the time she wakes anyway." without waiting for any of his input Bellatrix gently let his head down to fetch Delphini.
A few moments later the infant was sprawled out on his chest, drooling on it while sleeping like a log, wearing only some makeshift clothes and not the jumper from yesterday. Somehow the sight of Delphini sleeping enthralled Harry completely, watching her resting peacefully only increased his already strong urge to protect her. To give her the childhood he didn't have. He brought a hesitant hand up slowly, made to softly stroke her pudgy cheek.
His eyes drank in every detail of her little frame, seeming to him impossibly small and frail. All of her was chubby and soft. Her head, shrouded in black, downy-soft hair, rolled about on a neck not yet strong enough to support its own weight. Suddenly the infant squirmed, giving him a cute yawn that showed her toothless mouth. Her eyes, both coloured a vivid crimson, roamed wildly, searching for something to focus on with an undeveloped gaze. They honed in on Harry quickly though. Something akin to a smile tugged at the corners of her tiny mouth, also tugging at his heartstrings. The happy gurgle that followed took care of the rest.
For some reason Delphini made all of this more real than anything else. Before, he could've dismissed it all as some fever dream or hallucination of some kind. That seemed quite silly now. 'I'll protect you!' he swore to himself with all his heart. Damn near invoking a magical vow onto himself with the strength of his conviction. 'I won't lose you, too!'
He had no idea how long this precious moment lasted, but Harry didn't care to find out. Much too preoccupied with watching his daughter, or making faces at her to incite a giggle. A sound sweeter than any melody. He even let her grasp at his face, looking for any convenient purchase. Though, after a while she grew fussy, making Bellatrix take her off of him and reminding Harry she was there as well.
"Seems someone is hungry!" she cooed at the girl in her arms, sitting down in a nearby chair before easily baring her breast, showing it was a familiar motion by now. Delphini grew quiet and suckled without hesitation.
The only thing Harry could do was stare in disbelief, wondering what was happening right now. 'Maybe this is an hallucination after all.' He understood that it was natural for a mother to breastfeed her child, but didn't think Bellatrix would do so, considering the circumstances. In front of him no less.
Before his confusion could grow, someone else entered the tent. From the stature alone he knew it to be Robert Baratheon, leader of the rebellion. The man was tall, and looked like he could snap Harry in two like a twig, possessing broad shoulders and bulging muscles all over. He only wore simple leather armour, a tabard and a dirk on his belt.
'He has to have some giant's blood in him.' Harry thought when seeing him properly for the first time. He reminded Harry vaguely of Hagrid, with his booming voice and all.
"Witch!" the blue-eyed man bellowed, barging in without any reservation or hesitation. Behind him he had a retinue of knights, everyone armed and armoured. All wore some tabard, depicting their sigils. Though, Robert's demanded most of Harry's attention due to it being decorated with a stag. "Is your husband awake yet!" the demand, Robert and his men were stopped short at the sight of Bellatrix.
"I am awake, yes." Harry answered from the bed, filling the silence. He just so suppressed the annoyed sigh threatening to escape his lips at being called Bellatrix' husband. "What seems to be the problem?" His gaze alone caused some of the knights to flinch violently. Others turned their eyes away quickly. Only then they noticed the size of the tent and staring at the impossibility of it all.
Mutters of "Magic" and "Dark Arts" were thrown about in equal measure. One or two seemed to already know what to expect, probably having visited once or twice already while he was out.
Robert strode forward, towering over Harry's prone form. Anyone else would probably be afraid and piss themselves at the sight of it, but Harry had seen more frightening things in his life. "Has your wife informed you yet of the bargain we struck?"
Harry nodded. "She mentioned something about finding someone for you in exchange for our lives." he'd already forgotten the missing girl's name. Harry had more than enough on his plate that he didn't want to add to it. Not that he had a choice here.
"My Lord, are we sure they're not Targaryen loyalists?!" the question was called out by one of the knights, who had rather dull features. Only his bald head and triangular beard set him apart from the rest. "Only a Targaryen would employ such foul sorcery as necromancy to win them battles. I think it is folly to let them live."
Mutters of agreement could be heard, some mentioning the purple eyes of Bellatrix.
The air seemed to become thicker and colder, causing every eye to turn towards Harry immediately, most knights went for their swords. "Touch one hair on my daughter's head and I'll show you what true torment really means!" he growled out threateningly. Not taking such threats lightly at all. He may not be able to properly move right, but Harry didn't need that to kill. He'd be damned if he did not defend Delphini.
A few took a step back in fear, remembering just what the bedridden man was capable of. Not wanting to fight something like that again.
Another interjected with a snort. "Leave it be, Potter. Then we'd have to kill all of our prisoners as well." if his hands shook a little then nobody said anything. Nobody really noticing the brief flicker of surprise that went through Harry's eyes.
Robert grunted in agreement before turning his head towards his entourage. "You all saw what the septon showed us." his sky-blue eyes roamed over the knights. "They're also protected by Guest Right." now having accepted their hospitality by eating under their roof granted the magicals protection, to a degree. "To kill them would break the sacred covenant and invoke the gods wrath, old and new."
There was a certain gravity to Robert's words that Harry missed the significance of.
Reluctant murmurs broke out, most in agreement and some not. But all were quelled quickly. Nobody really spoke against Robert afterwards, especially due to what happened during the battle. The lightning that struck the undead abomination was seen as divine intervention. Only fuelling the peoples' belief in the legitimacy of Robert's cause, and making them reluctant to risk offending the gods.
The giant of a man nodded satisfied, looking again at Harry intently. "Besides, I respect someone that gave me a good fight." he grinned at that. "And you gave me a bloody good one!" he took a wooden stool from the nearby table and sat down, causing the poor thing to groan.
"Thanks?"
"If you're not fighting for the Targaryens, who're you fighting for then?" Robert questioned with crossed arms across his massive chest, sounding genuinely interested. He had all the other's attention now, too. "We also didn't get your names. Your wife only gave us your family name, Peverell."
Harry sighed at that, but saw no reasonable way to refuse answering without being insulting. "I fight for my family, such as it is." he inclined his head towards his daughter and her mother, now with her back turned to not show the Muggle intruders her breasts. "That's Bellatrix and my daughter Delphini." he couldn't bring himself to call her his wife, try as he might. "You may call me Harry."
"Very well, Harry." Robert accepted easily. "Any particular cause as to why you were at Summerhall?"
"Not really, no." he answered. "We're exiles that sought refuge in the ruined castle during our journey. We had no idea a battle would take place during our brief stay." not a single lie left Harry's lips.
"Exiled from where?" one of the knights inquired. Nobody heard of Essosi exiles. It were Westerosi that were exiled to Essos, if anything. The pair spoke the Common Tongue, true. Nor did they seem to be smallfolk. Though, they had a queer accent none of them had heard before.
"Let's say you could search this world for a lifetime for where I'm from, but never find it." he waved them off. "It's not important anyway. I doubt I can ever return and no one will be looking for us."
"So you're criminals!" one red-haired knight assumed with a sneer. "Just what you can expect from your demonic kind!"
Harry couldn't help but chuckle, then laugh briefly before suppressing it. Though, it evidently had unnerved the men for some reason. "If loyalty is a crime here, then I'm guilty." he looked about the tent, surveying the people in it. "It was not much different than your situation, actually. A usurper tried to gain control of the land I lived in. I fought against him, but found out too late I supported the wrong side in the end."
That shut them up, reminding them of the possible fate awaiting them for failure.
Bellatrix saw her chance and took it. "You've stressed my husband enough. If you'd kindly leave to let him rest!" her glare made the woman's opinion clear, causing a few men to flinch. Apparently they had already acquainted themselves with her rather thorny personality. Nonetheless, Bellatrix was a terrifying sight to behold, despite the once more sleeping babe in her arms.
Robert nodded, clapped his huge hands and announced. "We'll be arriving in Storm's End in a few days time. See to it that you're fully recovered by then."
With that he left the tent, followed by his knights that were shooting them distrustful looks all the while.
Once it was just them again, Harry asked. "I assume you got the tent from my enlarged pockets?" at least it had been on his person when he was sent here. Bellatrix nodded once in answer. "Can you give me the small pouch that must've been there too, please?" he just now remembered his mokeskin pouch, which contained things helpful to his current fatigue.
Once more she nodded, knowing that he was referring to his mokeskin pouch. Luckily, none of the Muggles were able to loot anything from his body due to her timely intervention. Nor otherwise steal anything from them.
With one hand in the pouch Harry pulled out a miniature trunk. Followed by pressing a thumb on the top to channel some magic into it, causing an expansion slow enough for him to quickly set it down at the foot of the bunk. 'Thank Merlin, Hermione and I prepared way too much for the Horcrux Hunt.' he thought, a pang shot through his being at the memory of his bushy-haired and most loyal friend.
The trunk had multiple compartments, four in all and each stuffed full to the brim. Each even possessing a lock that required his magic to open.
The first was the smallest, holding stacks of parchment, an assortment of quills, and stoppered inkwells with many different kinds of ink. The second compartment was separated into two. One part held the few magical artefacts left to him; a Pensieve, the Marauder's Map, a pair of Two-way mirrors and Dumbledore's last gift to him; a Phoenix egg with a glossy green sheen and an instruction manual written by Dumbledore on how to raise one. The other contained a Herbalism kit that was a simple wooden box which was closed with two clasps of steel and leather. Besides that were samples of herbs, grasses, flowers and other plants; magical and mundane. There also were mortar and pestle, scales and a shrunken copper cauldron.
In the third compartment was an assortment of potions and salves. Be it Essence of Dittany, Skele-Gro, various antidotes and bezoars, salves for burns or bruises. Even a Strengthening Solution, a single vial of Polyjuice, Pepper-up potions and Invigoration Draughts were present as well. The last was the biggest compartment, and unlike the others was even enchanted to be much bigger, something Hermione had insisted on. It held all the books, scrolls and tomes they had amassed during their time at Hogwarts. The wealth of knowledge ranged from his schoolbooks to grimoires from the Black Library.
What he sought was swiftly found in the third compartment; a simple Invigoration Draught. Before he could try and fumble the vial out Bellatrix snatched it away and brought it to his lips. He half-expected her to throw it away, but again had no option but to accept her offer. As he did so strength quickly returned to his limbs as liquid fortitude flowed through them. The brew doing its job excellently.
Slowly Harry sat up, put his feet on the ground and stood, stretching to get the kinks out of his body, causing cracks and pops as he did so. "Ahh, that's much better." he sighed in relief. Only then noticing that he didn't wear any kind of clothes outside of some cloth protecting his modesty.
"Here, I got these in case you woke up." Bellatrix told him, holding out a bundle of clothes. It was a simple white shirt with long sleeves, underwear made from linen, as well as black leather trousers and his boots. "I modified them so they should fit you properly."
"You're able to sew?" Harry couldn't prevent his mouth from blurting that out before thinking better of it. The surprise evident in his tone, but knowing he couldn't really wear the clothes he arrived in without drawing constant attention. Well, aside from the robe.
Bellatrix took it as a compliment, smiling shyly. "Of course, it was tradition in my family for girls to learn the womanly arts." the same went for other ladylike pursuits, such as music. Though, the Black family being what it was made learning Dark Magic also tradition.
Not even surprised anymore Harry simply accepted the clothes, hoping they wouldn't strangle him like some robes in Grimmauld Place tried to do once. After putting the shirt on, without it trying to kill him immediately, he relaxed and wore the rest. It fit him like a glove, just as she said.
'Seems I've become just as mad as Bellatrix.' Harry thought, having never in his whole life expected to end up at this point. 'Let's see where this leads, for now.'
Yes, a House Potter does exist in ASoIaF, and was only briefly mentioned. However, its location, heraldry and words are unknown. So, I chose to put it into the Stormlands, doesn't really matter if they're landed knights or proper lords for my purposes.