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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Full Summary: This story is crossover between Harry Potter, Inheritance Cycle (Eragon), and Game of Thrones (the TV series rather than the book verse). It is centered upon the character Harry Potter and takes place in three different universes switching between them. Harry will inhabit the bodies of Jon Snow (Targaryen) and Eragon Shadeslayer. The pairings will be Harry/Hermione, Harry/Arya Svit Kona, and Harry/Ros/Leaf/Ygritte/Missandei/Daenerys (Daeny) Targaryen/Melisandre/Margaery Tyrell/Sansa Stark/Tyene Sand/Myrcella Baratheon/Cersei Lannister. This story contains much action, adventure, some romance, and quite a bit of smuttiness. The smut is not available except through the Facebook group. See the author's note at the end for details on the Facebook group. This story is tied into my series Beginning a New Path. But it can be read as a standalone without having read the Path series. There are only a few minor scenes that may not make as much sense if you haven't read Path. My writing style has been described as Gary Stu. Harry does face challenges. But I like happy endings. Real life can be hard enough at times. I like my fiction to have happy endings. The title pretty much explains it all. Harry will train into a bad-ass. Enjoy.
Stargatesg1fan1
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Chapter 1
1995
Harry Potter was in the Chamber of Secrets searching for something he hadn't seen before during his last trip into the chamber. The fifteen-year-old wizard was there partly to search for something to help him with the tournament. He was also there partly to escape his hormones.
"If I have to watch Hermione walking around in tight jeans hugging her bum for one more minute today I can't be held responsible for what comes out of my mouth," Harry thought to himself.
Harry had been taking note of just how attractive his best female friend was over the past couple of years. She was bloody gorgeous.
"What's this?" Harry asked out loud as he came upon a section of the tunnel within Salazar Slytherin's mouth which felt different.
It hadn't been terribly difficult to get the mouth to open up again. Crawling inside was a dirty business. What felt different to Harry wasn't something he could put into words. The section of tunnel just felt different to his magic. Suddenly the tunnel beneath him vanished and Harry found himself sliding down a smooth surface. He only slid for maybe a dozen meters before he landed on a cushioning charm. Torches flared into life.
"Welcome wizard," Salazar Slytherin said as a partially see-through illusion appeared in the room.
"Are you Salazar Slytherin?" Harry asked as he stood up and dusted himself off.
"I am a partially interactive version of him. You may call me Salazar. My magics tell me your name is Harry Potter. I knew of the Potters in my time," Salazar said. "They were a young family. But they were promising. You must have questions."
"What is this place?" Harry asked.
"In my time I noticed that from time to time a particularly powerful magical would rise up to try to dominate others. The populace would cry out for a champion. I created this training center to allow a champion to self-train with my guidance," Salazar explained.
"But legend says Salazar Slytherin was rather dark himself," Harry pointed out.
"Yes. We all know history can be highly accurate," Salazar said sarcastically. "Truthfully all I did was encourage caution around muggles. Sometimes muggles would kill magicals. And sometimes muggleborns wouldn't adapt very well to the magical world. I encouraged caution about those things. Moving on, let me show you to the primary tool of the training center."
Salazar stepped aside and indicated a table behind him. The table had a recessed pocket big enough to fit most humans in.
"What is it?" Harry asked as he approached.
"It's called a realm doorway. It will take a person to another realm in the body of someone compatible with them. Time progresses differently in these realms. You could go there and come back the moment you left without any time having passed here. The best way to learn is to try it out," Salazar said. "You'll want this," He added as an old style satchel floated off of a wall peg into Harry's hands.
"Wait," Harry said as he started to get a sinking feeling.
Before Harry could say any more he found himself being flung by an invisible force into the realm doorway. A lid slammed down on top of him. And then he felt like he was being pumped full of energy. Indeed, his entire body was suddenly converted to magical energy. Harry felt like he was flying faster than any broom could ever take him. Everything was white light. He felt a terrible pain where his scar was on his forehead. He thought he was going to pass out from the pain. But after some time had passed, the pain ended. He blinked his eyes open. The first thing he noticed was that he was in a dark room. The room was lit by a candle. Then the memories flooded into his head.
Memories came of a life raised as Jon Snow, the bastard of Winterfell. Jon was a sixteen year old dark haired youth who had signed up to join the Night's Watch. That was where Harry found himself even then. He was in his room at Castle Black in the far north of a continent known as Westeros.
"Bloody Hell," Harry swore.
Harry felt the backpack he had been carrying on his back. He pulled it off and quickly looked inside. He found a book that was glowing with a soft golden light. He opened the cover.
"Harry, this is Salazar," Salazar said from the page of the book written in text. "Think words to me and I will respond."
As Harry thought the words text appeared in the book.
"Where's my wand?" Harry demanded. "You've stranded me in a bloody dangerous world without a wand."
"I intend for you to learn to use wandless magic. A wizard of your age should be quite good at it now. The modern wand is good for many intricate spells. But you can put more power into wandless magic. Besides, you should have your counterpart's memories of how to use a sword," Salazar suggested.
Harry thought there was no use crying over spilled milk.
"How do I learn wandless magic then?" Harry asked.
"You start by…," Salazar began before going on and giving Harry his first lesson in wandless magic.
Harry first had to feel out his magic. That took him two hours to get right. After that he had to focus on forcing his magic out of his core, to his hands, and into the world. That took another three hours. From there he had to twist the magic into the correct structure using his willpower. That actually only took an hour. By the end of it Harry's hand glowed with a strong lumos charm. He also managed a weak levitation charm.
"Well I could blind a foe or maybe distract them by trying to levitate them. But I doubt I could even lift a person with how strong the charm is now," Harry said quietly into the room.
"You will get stronger with practice. And it will come much easier in the future. To be honest you did quite well for someone so new to this. Having that soul fragment leaching off of your magical core made you stronger now that it is suppressed," Salazar said.
"Soul fragment?" Harry asked. "What soul fragment."
"You have a soul fragment in your curse scar. It's what is known as a horcrux. The descendent who I wouldn't let into my training room was fond of making them. They are a way for a wizard to anchor themselves to the mortal realm," Salazar explained.
"I have one of these in me," Harry said with revulsion.
"Yes. Yet it is unable to harm you. I have it suppressed for now. It can't even leach off of any of your magic for now. I will look into a safe way to remove it," Salazar said. "Let me show you a quick exercise that will quiet your mind and make one hour of sleep seem like a full night."
Harry practiced the mental exercises and quickly got a restful nap in before he had to be up.
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Later that Day, Castle Black Courtyard
Harry was in the training yard of castle black soundly thumping Grenn with a training sword. He managed to avoid breaking Grenn's nose but only just barely. The muscle memory of Harry's body combined with his access to Jon Snow's actual memories made using the sword second nature.
"He spared you there," Alliser Thorne said. Thorne, the Master-of-Arms at Castle Black, was a right bastard who reminded Harry of Severus Snape. "Lord Snow here grew up in a castle spitting down on the likes of you," Thorne told the other trainees. He was trying to get them angry to get them to fight harder. "Pyp," Thorne said addressing the young man known as Pypar. "Do you think Ned Stark's bastard bleeds like the rest of us?"
Pyp responded by approaching Harry and half-circling before throwing a sideways slash with a shout to try to unsettle his opponent. Harry dodged the swipe and followed up with a front-kick to the gut which doubled Pyp over.
"Sorry mate," Harry said with a wince of sympathy at the pain.
"Next," Thorne shouted.
Another man whose name Harry hadn't learned yet tried his luck. Harry disarmed this one quickly with as minimal as pain as possible.
"Next," Thorne called.
This time it was Rast who Harry didn't care for. Harry blocked Rast's first swing, retaliated, and danced aside from the man who tried sneaking up on him. He was a little more brutal of his handling of these two because there were two of them.
"Well Lord Snow. It appears you are the least useless person here," Thorne said. "Go clean yourselves up. There's only so much I can stomach in a day."
Harry went with some of the others to return the training sword. Rast, Grenn, and Pyp were in the armory with him.
"Look, I just wanted to say I am sorry I was so hard on you," Harry said as he turned to face them.
Rast was on his left while Grenn and Pyp were in front of him.
"Think you're better than us do you bastard," Green said.
"I do not think that," Harry said in an appeasing tone.
Rast made to grab Harry by the back of his arms. But Harry was prepared for it. He spun behind Rast and produced a knife that appeared at Rast's throat. The other two stopped in their charge towards Harry.
"I said I was sorry. I don't want any trouble from you lot. If you want tips on how to fight better I can certainly give them. But I won't be pushed around," Harry said.
Rast was very nervous and said, "Leave off of him."
Grenn and Pyp backed off. Harry pushed Rast away with a light shove. He did not put the knife away. Tyrion chose that moment to enter the armory. Harry liked the midget known as the Imp. Tyrion was becoming something of a friend. Everyone went about their business.
"I'm starting to realize I made a mistake in coming here," Harry admitted.
"Unfortunately it is a bit too late," Tyrion pointed out. "It might help you to understand you aren't alone here. Green's father left him outside of a farmhouse when he was three years old. Pyp was caught stealing a wheel of wheel of cheese. His little sister hadn't eaten in three days. He was given a choice. He could lose his right hand or come to the wall to take the black. The Lord Commander has been telling me the stories of his new men. I don't imagine any of them have been fortunate enough to receive any training or even hold a real sword before they came here."
Pyp and Grenn were putting away their armor listening to the conversation.
Harry had put away his knife and said to the two, "Look guys, I was serious that I could help you to fight better. I'm Jon. I say we start over."
"Alright," Pyp said. "I'm Pyp."
"I'm Grenn," Grenn said slowly.
"There. That will make the wall easier to live at," Tyrion said. "A raven came," He said as he held out a tiny scroll. "Your brother Bran has woken up."
"Thank you," Jon said gratefully as he took the scroll. Tyrion departed. Jon quickly read the message. His half brother Bran Stark had fallen out of a tower at Winterfell and had been in a coma for over a month. Bran was awake but was paralyzed below the waist. He looked up at Bran and Pyp. "If you guys want to rest for a couple of hours I can give you some fighting tips. Thorne seems to favor the approach of just having you brute force fighting to get your ass whipped a few times. I don't know if he is actually going to do much training as far as advice."
"Alright," Pyp agreed to which Grenn nodded.
Harry went back to his room to get some more magical training in. He retrieved Salazar's book and thought about the sword training session.
"Making friends already I see. You'll need allies. There are two things I really think you need to learn magically. The first is a piercing curse. You need to be able to kill quickly and cleanly. The second thing is magical transportation. I did not develop magical apparition as it is taught in your modern magical world. But I developed my own more powerful variation of it once I learned apparition that will not be so easily blocked by modern wards," Salazar explained.
"How is it you know of the modern world?" Harry asked curiously.
"I was smart enough to link my magic with the Hogwarts library and put numerous spying devices throughout the castle," Salazar explained. "Anything taught in that school or in the library is something I know."
"Wicked," Harry said with a grin. "Teach me please."
What followed was several hours of magical training. By the end of it he could apparate short distances with Salazar's method. There was no pop like often accompanied apparition. But it would take him time to build up range. The feat also left him magically exhausted. Again, that would stop happening with time and practice. He could also trigger a piercing curse out of his right index finger. The curse couldn't penetrate very far into even soft tissue yet. And he wasn't fast at it by any means. But those aspects would improve with practice. After dinner Harry helped train Pyp and Grenn a little better. Harry was horrified to hear the back stories of the two men. That Pyp would be forced to the wall when he tried to feed his sister was sickening. Harry didn't really have much in the way of money. And he certainly couldn't reach Kings Landing where Pyp's sister lived yet. But he thought with time he could help. It was a harsh world to grow up in.
That night when Harry fell asleep his dreams were filled with Hermione. But he also dreamt of another. A silvery-haired young woman about his age featured in his dreams. This young woman was stunningly beautiful. She outclassed Fleur Delacour and was at least equally as beautiful as Hermione. The dream turned strange when a dark haired man started having sex with the young woman. Harry could see everything in vivid detail as the man mounted her and speared her cunt with his shaft. Even Harry with his relative inexperience knew you just couldn't shove it in like the man did. It was obvious the young woman wasn't enjoying the act. Despite the circumstances when Harry awoke he did so with a hard-on. When Harry awoke he tried to puzzle out the vision. The young woman had the look of a Targaryen from the descriptions he had heard growing up. The only two still living members of that family were supposed to be Viserys and Daenerys. If Harry had to guess his dreams had shown him Daenerys. The dark haired man had looked like a description of one of the horse warriors the Dothraki from across the narrow sea on the continent of Essos.
"Was I really seeing someone across the narrow sea?" Harry asked himself.
He decided to ask Salazar if it was possible.
"Anything is possible with magic. Especially in this world," Salazar said. "You very well could have been astral projecting yourself to see this Daenerys. The question is why her. Interesting. I'm sure the answer will reveal itself in time. One thing is very clear to me. You need to get laid."
"Easier said than done," Harry pointed out.
"If you improve the range of your teleportation you could return to Winterfell. Your father did give you some coin. From Jon's memories he admired that whore Ros in Winter Town," Salazar said suggestively.
"Won't a whore be carrying all kinds of diseases?" Harry asked.
"You're a wizard. You're already immune to most non-magical diseases. I can show you a spell which will protect you from the rest," Salazar suggested.
Harry was torn. Morally he knew it was a rather questionable practice. But in this world the morals of his previous society weren't really applicable. And he did need experience. Harry made up his mind. He would do it.
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That day with a major reward in mind Harry managed to find a way to sneak some time away from his training to be a member of the Night's Watch. He increased his teleportation range to miles. The next day he went even further. By the third day Salazar thought he was ready.
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Over the course of that time Harry also got his first look from the top of the wall. He took the rudimentary elevator system to the top of the wall. His Uncle Benjen Stark was waiting for him. It had been a little while since Benjen had seen his nephew. The two embraced. After that it was that Harry got his first look. The snowy mists swept beneath where the two men were standing. Far below was a snow capped forest of evergreens.
"I wanted to be here when you saw it for the first time," Benjen told his nephew. After a glance at his nephew Benjen said, "I'm leaving this morning."
"You're going ranging?" Harry asked.
"Yes. Beyond the wall. Part of my job as the first ranger," Benjen said. "We've heard disturbing reports about Wildling movements and even reports of White Walkers."
White Walkers were the nightmarish legends of that world. They were said to be ice creatures that could raise and control armies of the dead. They were beat back by men over 8,000 years before and the wall raised to keep them out. They hadn't been seen since. Many considered them nothing more than legends.
"I hope you will be safe," Harry said.
"Thank you. We can speak more when I return," Benjen said.
Harry nodded and they parted.
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Outside Winterfell, Wintertown
Harry entered the little brothel he knew Theon frequented and which even his half brother Robb Stark had visited. Jon had never been in there. He still didn't want to take any chance that he may be recognized. To that end he had asked Salazar to teach him some illusionary magic. The illusion had taken him three weeks to master. Three weeks of nightly dreams of Hermione and Daenerys had it made it torturous to wait. But it had been worth it. He looked like a young lord as he entered. Jon had never laid eyes on the whore named Ros. But from Theon's descriptions the red haired beauty was easy to recognize. Her eyes lit up and she smiled when she saw the way he was dressed.
"Can I help you my lord?" Ros greeted.
"I certainly hope so. I was hoping to enjoy some fine company this evening," Harry said. "Could you possibly accommodate me?"
"I certainly can," Ros said. "If you'll follow me to my room?"
Harry followed Ros up a flight of stairs watching her butt move beneath her garments all the same. When they entered the room, Ros closed the door. He passed her a satchel of coins. She looked inside and grinned.
"If I like your performance I may even leave a tip," Harry said.
"Well we'll just have to make sure you like then," Ros said as she began undoing her garments.
Then she knelt and began undoing his.
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After that first time Harry would sneak away to visit Ros every couple of days. But he was running out of money. He had a plan though. The plan may take a little while to implement.
"Salazar, do you know what spells I would need to send an object over across the narrow sea to the land of old Valyria where it could sample the environment and tell me it is safe to teleport there?" Harry asked.
"I do," Salazar said. "You could even turn the object into a portkey back to the location you send it to. There is also a shrunken broom in the backpack you brought here."
It took Harry a further three weeks to learn the spells and then enchant the object that he had taken to thinking of as a magical probe. The object actually looked like a very large snitch complete with wings allowing it to fly. It took the snitch probe about a week to cross the narrow sea and reach old Valyria.
While all of this was going on he had become better friends with Pyp and Grenn. He had also watch Daenerys learn the ways of sex from one of the women assigned to assist her. She turned her new skills on the Dothraki screwing her and was now able to enjoy sex. She also became pregnant. Harry was unaware that as he was dreaming of Daenerys she was also having dream-visions of him. She watched him train in Castle Black with swords. She didn't see his magic use. But she saw him frequently with Ros. Daenerys got many ideas from the handsome man and the red-haired woman. She was not able to find the courage to ask Drogo to take her backside like the red-haired woman seemed to enjoy having done to her. But Daenerys learned a lot. She found herself very attracted to this dark haired stranger.
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Harry watched Tyrion piss off the wall.
"You just wanted to be able to say you did that," Harry said with an amused grin. "The place won't be so lively when you leave."
"That is the truth," Tyrion said. "Do you have anything you wish me to pass onto your family when I stop at Winterfell?"
"If you see my brother Bran tell him I would visit if I could. If any of my other siblings are present express that I miss them," Harry said.
"Of course," Tyrion agreed.
The truth was a few of Harry's naughtier dreams had involved his half-sister Sansa. She was turning into quite the little beauty despite the fact she needed an attitude adjustment. Jon had never much blamed Sansa. It was her mother Lady Catelyn Stark who inspired that behavior in Sansa towards Jon. Life would cause Sansa to grow up.
"I have a parting gift for you," Harry said as he produced a small dagger and gave it to Tyrion in its sheathe. One spell Salazar had taught Harry was a tracking charm. The dagger was also strengthened magically. Harry would always be able to find that dagger if he needed to. "You take care of yourself."
"And you as well," Tyrion said gratefully.
Tyrion went down the wall at that. Harry stared out over the wall. Yes he was a member of the Nights Watch. But that didn't mean he was fully restricted to the wall.
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Valyria
Harry reappeared in one of the smaller villages of Old Valyria with his knees bent so he didn't fall on his face. The portkey feature of the snitch had worked perfectly. The snitch probe hovered nearby. The sky was reddish and dark from the nearby active volcano. The volcano wasn't erupting at this exact moment. But ash floated through the air in small amounts. A shimmering shield flickered semi-transparent around Harry. The snitch probe had revealed the air was rich with noxious gases and a form of particle poison that let off energy which Salazar had never seen before. Harry was willing to bet from the descriptions that it was some type of radioactivity.
Harry didn't remember a lot about radioactivity from his elementary school science classes. But he knew enough to know it was bad. Salazar had known magics which may have shielded against the radioactivity from the wizards who had gone in to clean up after the atom bombs were dropped in world war two. It had taken two weeks of testing to determine that the shield worked. A pig had been portkeyed in to test the shield.
Harry strode to the nearest of the tall tower structures that passed for one of the wealthier homes in the Valyrian village. The magical wards had fallen without active magic users there in centuries. Harry strode right into the tower. A spiral staircase went along the inner circumference of the cylindrical tower. The first level was a kitchen and a living area of some kind. Then Harry found bedrooms. After that it was a library. He took out the bottomless bag Salazar had helped him charm and began looting. Harry put every single scrap of paper in that library into the bag. Then he went to the next level. That was where he found an armory. Valyrian steel blades, armor, and shields were everywhere. Harry looted it all. On the next level he found a vault.
"Alohamora," Harry said clearly after aiming his palm at the door.
The vault door clicked open. Inside was a mountain of gold coins, precious jewels, and approximately 13 dragon eggs. Harry could sense the magic around the eggs. Whatever enchantments were meant to preserve the eggs were actually the longest lasting it seemed. For the enchantments were still in effect.
"Well I don't think money will be an issue anytime soon," Harry mused.
"How much is there?" Salazar asked from his glowing book. Harry focused on sharing his view of the scene before him. "You could buy all the whores in the realm and still have money leftover with what is in that vault. And this is just one of the structures in this village."
Harry grinned at that. Then he started looting. The gold coins were stamped with an image recognizable from the history records of the Valyrian Freehold. It was the symbol of a dragon. But it was much more ornate than the dragons used in Westeros. Harry emptied the vault into his bottomless bag taking special care with the eggs. There were seven more tower houses with many smaller structures surrounding them in the village. Harry looted the other seven towers finding much the same as the first tower. Each one belonged to a wealthy family. Harry looted it all. He then portkeyed back to Castle Black and sent his snitch probe searching for more villages.
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Two Weeks Later
With Salazar's help Harry had constructed several more of his snitch probes. They had also figured out how to make the probes completely invisible. The probes had not been sent to Valyria to search for villages faster. No. They had been sent south into Westeros. Probes were now in Kings Landing and Winterfell. Another probe had been sent to Essos to search for Daenerys. Harry wanted to see how his family was doing.
All the while he continued to practice the magic he had learned to get faster and stronger. He wanted to build up stamina. Day by day he improved. His speed with a piercing curse was impressive. He could now shoot a piercing curse the size of a bullet at the speed of a bullet. He could shoot fifty of them in the span of a minute before he tired. Salazar had promised to teach Harry how to magically strengthen his muscles once he had a bit more physical stamina. He was also learning new spells such as the memory charm. That was a difficult piece of magic to master. It was alright to mess up a pig erasing its memories completely. The same couldn't be said for a human.
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Castle Black Courtyard
"Good Grenn," Harry said encouragingly after the other teen had successfully pulled off a move with the blade as directed.
"What in the seven hells is that?" Grenn said while looking behind Harry.
Harry turned and found Thorne leading in a fat teen about their age. Thorne and the teen came to a stop near Harry's group.
"Tell them your name," Thorne instructed.
"Samwell Tarly," Sam said. "Of horn hill. I mean I was of horn hill. But…," He trailed off. "I've come to take the black."
"Come to take the black pudding," Rast quipped thinking he was clever.
"Well you couldn't be any worse than you look," Thorne told Sam. Overweight people were rare in Westeros. You had to be wealthy to be overweight. "See what he can be do," Thorne told Rast.
Sam faced off against Rast. But the moment Rast swung, Sam dropped his sword and proceeded to get beat on by the practice sword.
Sam fell to the ground and said, "I yield. Please no more."
"On your feet. Pick up your sword," Thorne ordered. Sam didn't get up fast enough. "Hit him until he finds his feet," Thorne ordered. Rast proceeded to beat on Sam. After a few cries from Sam, Rast stopped. "The south must be out of poachers and thieves. Instead they are sending us squealing pigs. Hit him harder."
"Enough," Harry called. "Leave him be."
Harry helped Sam to his feet.
"It looks like the bastard is in love," Thorne taunted.
"Sorry. Don't swing that way. I know you'll be disappointed," Harry wanted to say to Thorne.
But he thought better of it.
"Alright Lord Snow. If you want to defend your lady love I'll let you do it. Pyp, Grenn, Rast, attack the squealing piggy. You have to get past the bastard," Thorne commanded.
Rast attacked first. Harry knocked Rast's practice blade aside and delivered a powerful knee to the groin. Pyp and Grenn didn't want to attack their friend. They hesitated. Harry used that hesitation to disarm them both with minimal force.
"I yield," Grenn called.
"That's it for the day. Go clean the armory," Thorne ordered.
Thorne and Rast left.
"Why didn't you get up and fight?" Grenn asked Sam.
"I wanted to. I'm a coward," Sam admitted. "My father always says so."
"You'll die at the wall if you don't change that," Harry pointed out. "Start by not saying you are a coward. Tell yourself you are brave. If you tell yourself something enough you'll start to believe it. Don't let anyone tell you are a coward. Don't tell yourself that. Tell yourself you are brave."
Harry spoke with conviction.
"Thank you for what you did," Sam said.
Sam picked up his practice sword and hobbled off.
"If people see us talking to him then they will think we're cowards too," Grenn said.
Grenn wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.
"That isn't how cowardice works," Harry said.
"Yeah. It isn't contagious," Pyp said.
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Later that Night on the Wall
Harry was standing watch on top of the wall practicing his magic when he sensed Sam approaching.
"Hello," Sam greeted. "Ser Alliser said I'm to be your new watch partner. I should warn you that I don't see all that well."
"Why don't you tell me what actually brought you to the wall? It's obvious you aren't here by your own choice," Harry said. "And come stand by the fire where it is warmer."
"I don't like high places," Sam said as he came closer. "On the morning of my 18th name day my father came to me. You're almost a man now he said. But you're not worthy of my land and title. Tomorrow you're going to take the black, forsake all claim to your inheritance, and start north. If you do not then we'll have a hunt. And somewhere in these woods your horse will stumble. And you'll be thrown from your saddle to die. Or so I'll tell your mother. Nothing would please me more."
"I think I understand you a lot better now Sam. You had a right bastard of a father. I think if anyone had that asshole breathing down their neck telling them they weren't good enough then they would have feelings of inadequacy. I'm sorry about your father. Nobody deserves that," Harry said.
"That's good to hear," Sam said. "Any ideas on how I might learn to fight?"
"I can teach you ways to hold the sword and swing it. Losing some weight will help you move better. That's going to come with time. You aren't going to be able to keep that weight on up here," Harry said.
"Show me," Sam said.
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Kings Landing, The Next Day
Harry's snitch probe in Kings Landing overheard a very interesting conversation between Petyr Baelish also known as Littlefinger and Ned Stark.
"I hear you've been reading a boring book," Baelish said as he came up beside Stark in the gardens of the Red Keep.
"Pycelle talks to much," Ned said.
"Oh he never stops," Baelish replied. "Do you know Ser Hugh of the Veil?"
"No," Ned said.
"Not surprising," Baelish replied. "Until recently he was only Jon Arryn's squire. He was knighted almost immediately after his master's untimely death."
"Knighted for what?" Ned asked. Baelish simply gave Ned a look like why do you think. "Why are you telling me this?"
"I promised Cat that I'd help you," Baelish replied.
"Where is Ser Hugh?" Ned asked. "I'll speak to him."
"A singularly bad idea. Do you see that boy there?" Petyr said while glancing at a young boy playing nearby with another. "One of Varys' little birds." Baelish was speaking of Varys the Spider, Westeros' infamous spymaster. "The spider has taken a great interest in your comings and goings. Now look there," He added while indicating an old man using a hoe in the gardens. "That one belongs to the queen. And do you see that septa pretending to read her book?" Baelish asked.
"Varys or the queen?" Ned asked.
"No. She's one of mine," Baelish admitted. "Is there someone in your service who you trust completely?"
"Yes," Ned admitted as the two paused in their walk.
"The wiser answer was no," Baelish said. "Get a message to this paragon of yours. Discretely send him to question Ser Hugh. After that you might want him to visit a certain armorer in the city. He lives in a large house at the top of the street of steel."
"Why?" Ned asked.
"I have my observers as well. It's quite possible that they saw lord Arryn visit this armorer several times in the weeks before his death," Baelish implied.
"Lord Baelish perhaps I was wrong to distrust you," Ned admitted.
"Distrusting me was the wisest thing you've done since you climbed off your horse," Baelish said with a small smirk before turning and walking away.
Baelish had been fucking with Ned that entire conversation and Ned was slow to figure it out. Baelish literally could have made that all up about the spies for the various factions in the Red Keep. Ned had no proof of any of it. The sad part was that Baelish hadn't been lying. There were so many spies and so much intrigue in the city. Ned wasn't ready for that den of snakes.
Ned was investigating the cause of death of the former hand Jon Arryn. Ned quickly figured out why Arryn had been visiting that armorer. The armorer's apprentice Gendry was King Robert's bastard son.
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Breakfast the Next Morning
"Where have you been?" Grenn asked when Harry sat down.
"Ah Prince Porkchop," Pyp said. "Where's he at?"
"He wasn't hungry," Harry said.
"Impossible," Pyp quipped.
"Lay off with that you two," Harry said with a commanding tone. "I know neither of you had it easy growing up. But he didn't have it easy either. His father is an evil prick. We're not going to beat him up in the training yard anymore."
"You girls can do as you please," Rast said from behind Harry. "If Thorne puts me up against Lady Piggy, I'm going to slice me off a side of bacon."
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Later that Night
Harry drew a rolled up rag down into Rast's mouth pinning the other teen to the surface he was laying on. Ghost stood crouched over Rast and let out a low growl with fangs bared.
"No one will be touching Sam. Or I'll let ghost at you starting with your manhood," Harry promised before drawing away the gag.
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The Next Day in the Training Yard
When Rast was faced with Sam this time, he didn't immediately attack. Instead Rast glanced at Harry. When Sam tentatively jabbed with his blade, Rast beat the stroke aside. Sam managed to hold onto his blade. He tried again with much the same result. Gradually Sam began to get a feel for swinging the blade. It was still hard for him to lift. But he was improving even if by a small amount.
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Essos
The snitch probe in Essos had not yet managed to find Daenerys. But Harry was still seeing her plenty in his dreams. He got to witness as her beastly brother was put in his place by Daenerys. She was growing stronger. Harry could tell.
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Rev 0 Posted 4/4/2021
Author's Note 2
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