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Mrs. J.K., Harry escaped! He went to another book! Don't worry, he is still yours, except he is playing in another sandbox. A nasty sandbox even. Mr. Martin is hard on his puppets, meh, I do it for free.

Previous:

Old Guy got himself sucked in a Game on Extreme Hard Mode. He survived four Potter-verses where he was in the Body of a 7-year-old Harry, an 11-year-old Harry, a Professor Gilderoy-fucking-Lockhart, and a gender swap as a 14-year-old Rose Potter. I am still having bad dreams about waking up without my Dingeling.

Now I am thrown into a new world with the Skills I gained from the previous worlds.

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These are the last words from chapter 23 of The Games people play

There is no way I will select Gilderoy or Rose! I take Harry Age 7, which gives me time to grow… but then I depend on others, Age 11 is better. Then my Animagus form is able to fly. I selected Harry Age 11.

The world turned dark.

1 I am fucked.

I woke up on my death bed, yes that is right, I am minutes from kicking the bucket. Frantically I used a Major Heal on me. An Observe on me revealed I was poisoned. I looked up and saw a man in gray robes with a big chain on his neck.

A Maester came to my mind. He was watching me, I used Telepathy to read his mind. That fucker found out I have magic and poisoned me! Alright, gloves are off on this one. I used Imperio on him and told him to carelessly leave proof behind of him poisoning me… no that will bring me in the spotlight.

Let's think this through, he has the top floor of this… Keep? Castle? I'll let him fall from the stairs. That is a classic. Silently I commanded him to go to his room for the antidote and jump headfirst downstairs.

While the Maester went to his just reward, I Cured myself of the poison. I took stock of myself, I was a skinny boy, three months of slowly being poisoned will do that.

I just completed four levels in the Potter-verse, am I now going to four of Westeros? That sucks big time! I did gain a lot of Skills in the Potter world. Even when it is on Extreme Hard mode. To be certain I got them with me I checked myself.

My stats were:

Name: Harold Porther. Heir of House Porther

Titles: Enemy of Men – Male Scumbag - Greedy Bastard

Bane of Hogwarts (Deactivated) – Master of Death (not all requirements met)

Age 10

Level 10 (35) restricted

Abilities:

Parseltongue (Blocked)

Dragontongue

Natural Animagus - Dragon Animagus – Phoenix Animagus: Clumsy (Blocked)

Druidic Affinity

Elemental Mage (Restricted to basic)

Metamorphmagus (Partial blocked)

Cut/Copy/Paste (Blocked)

ID Create/Escape (Blocked) only Zombie available.

Companions: (Max 6 active)

Sirius Orion Black – Daphne Greengrass – Astoria Greengrass – Tracey Davis

Padma Patil - Parvati Patil – Fay Dunham – Lavender Brown.

Familiars:

Betsy: Hungarian Horntail

Benny: Valyrian Dragon

Skills:

Wizarding Magic Master Level. (Restricted to basic)

Telekinesis – Telepathy – Teleport – Technomancy - Spatial Magic

Observe – Mage sight – Occlumency – Legilimency – Healing - Light Magic

One-hand Sword – Two-hand Sword – Dual wielding – Archery – Martial arts

Horseback Riding - Cooking – Gardening – Cleaning - Construction

Basic Piano – Singing - Drawing – Finger Painting – Grooming - Teaching

Professions:

Blacksmithing - Leatherworking - Mining - Engineering - Inscription

Herbology – Alchemy – Tailoring – Jewelcrafting - Enchanting

Shit… That is quite the list, I even blocked the useless ones from showing.

I am dragged down to Level 10, and a lot of my Abilities are blocked or restricted, my Cut and Paste blocked is a major handicap. That sucks.

Level 5

Current world: Westeros

Main Quest: Sit on the Iron Throne, Survive the Wars

Time Limit: None

Reward: Depends on the level of Completion

Failure: Spend the rest of your life in Westeros.

That is major shit! It said Westeros, not Fire and Ice or Game of Thrones! It is a fucking mix. It could also mean one of many Fan Fictions. I am bloody fucked.

Now, where the hell am I? This place has a Maester and is made from stone, so I am a rich guy… probably not. Boys my age gets fostered a lot. I am the Heir from House Porther? Never heard of it, so either a Minor House or a hedge knight.

I spent the next hours rebuilding my Occlumency shields and Mind Palace back up. It seems dad saved the life of the Master of Arms of this keep during the Nine Penny war. As a favor, he is fostering me and is allowed to follow the lessons of the Measter. Being the Heir of a House has its perks.

The bad news is that I was born in 268, the war between the Stag and Dragon starts in 281-282. This means I am going to be dragged along as a squire, hauling the warrior's armor along.

For now, I have to play the sick guy.

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Falling from the stairs seems to be a big thing, the poor Maester broke his neck. I found out I am in Deepwood Motte on the west coast of the North. I am being fostered by the Lord's Uncle: Grevan Glover, Master Grev.

They were surprised I survived, I told Master Grev: "The Maester gave me something foal to drink and I felt better, he told me he would get some more from his quarters. I fell asleep after he left. I am feeling much better now Master."

He smiled at me: "It's been a hardship for three months, you better take some time to get your strength back."

My room was in a secluded part of the Keep, just in case I was contagious. I warded the door with a confundus charm that will let people that want to come in remember something more important.

Then I Teleported to a place from my childhood. To the woods behind my parent's keep, at a cave, I visited with my dad on a half days ride. I released Betsy and Benny to play. They were almost six months old and growing strong. After the greetings I fed them, Benny could cook.. burn his meat himself already.

My parent's Keep… little Keep, is between the Stony shore and Sea dragon point, which means I am of the First Men. We live in a nice bay that shelters us from the fiercest storms. I don't understand why we are not rich. We have it all, a good natural harbor, wood from the Wolfswood, and good farmland nearby, the mountains start on the south on a day's ride. I bet there are minerals and ores.

While Betsy and Benny, B&B, are eating I created big necklaces for them and me, with invisibility and strong notice-me-not's keyed to humans and mammals, and last but the most important, a silencer. We don't want the natives to crap their pants when they roar.

When they were done, I changed into a dragon, donned the necklace and we took off. It was fucking hard to learn to fly again. We explored the region of my parent's territory, if not for those crazy seasons, this would be prime land.

The only thing preventing it is those Iron Borns. Someday I have to visit their islands, burn some boats, sack some buildings, you know, paying the Iron price.

Dammed, one day on the job, and already planning to do some damage. The Iron Born and the Measters. A few hours later we landed, I took them back into their Familiar Dimension, and ported into my bed. A few cushion charms and an insect repellent later I fell asleep.

I decided to do the Zombie Dungeon each day with Betsy and Benny. With three Dragons toasting those Zombies, it gets done in less than one hour.

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I took a week to simulate my recovery. They saw me walking through the keep, sometimes scribbling on a piece of stone, sometimes resting against a wall. At the end of the week, I had the keep warded against people with very bad intentions, and the storehouses against insects and rodents. It would take too much attention if suddenly there was no rat or mouse to find.

The next week I started to run, each day a bit further, resting at the Town's storerooms. At the end of that week, the Town was warded against raiders, bandits, and rapers. Each night I went flying with B&B, exploring the region.

The third week I went to the training field to train my sword arm after my morning run. Slowly they accepted me back into the group, three months of sickness is something to be wary of. Medics are hard to find here. I bought an old bow from a veteran with the allowance I saved up these months and trained my Archery Skills up. I immediately showed my talent for it, so they think I am a prodigy with a bow.

Thank Merlin for Grooming spells, I just rubbed some sand in my face and hands to mask my clean body and clothes. Man those bodies stink! After the fourth week, I took my duties as a squire for Master Grev back up.

My eleventh name day passed unnoticed, slowly I became one of the better students, it was not that hard, I Teleported into the Measters chambers the first week, and got every skill book there was to find. I could now read and write in High Valyrian, and the Old Tongue of the First Men.

My Sword Skills were rapidly improving, I impressed them with training three styles, and getting good at it, it was the same with the bow. Soon everyone was calling me a prodigy for swords too and was allowed to train with the High Nobles kids.

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The fifth week B&B explored the sea with me. At a high altitude, we saw ships coming from afar. One night, we saw a single Iron Born ship passing by on the way for a reave. I send a Telepathic message to B&B to burn the ship. One by one we made a pass over the ship, dosing it in flames, after a minute the ship was a raging inferno. We made sure there were no witnesses. Well, one down, several hundred to go. B&B had fun burning the ships, so we made a habit to scout the sea for those reavers.

We got three singles in one week. Their tactic is to sail in single and double ships to a gathering point, do a big raid, and shatter when they are done.

That way my days were filled. Training in the morning, tasks in the afternoon, socializing in the evening, I even started singing songs. I started to ask old men and women for old First Men songs. At night I ported to the cave to feed B&B, I made it clear to them to shit above the sea, when people find piles of dragon dung, that would stir a hornet's nest.

We destroyed one or two ships a week. I realized they came here to chop our trees down to build ships. It made sense, we have a big forest and few guards to keep them away. It is a win-win for us. We expanded our search area to Sea Dragon point, it was an easy Teleport, and we had a good chance to catch the ones that passed our territory in the daytime.

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We kept that up for two months, by then the Iron Born was expecting some ships to return. Bummer, we caught them too. I even rescued some salt wives from them. B&B are eight months old, good food and exercise made them grow big. I scan the returning ships first, make a pass torching the deck.

At first, I wore my most impressive armor, but I got stuck on everything, I removed most of the spines, took two of my best swords, and started to cut everything on my way. It was good training. I Teleported the salt wives close to the village of dad and removed the memories of me, just that they escaped the reavers when their ship sunk. It is a shallow story but it is better than letting them die.

B&B finished the job. I showed them the difference between the bad and good ones. Males bad, females good… Well, yeah in this case.

A few weeks later my dad came for a visit, and to report the Iron Born who are stealing our wood. A day later, a few ships sailed out for the lumber camps. That day I had a good time with dad, he is a nice guy, quite good with a blade too, although I let him win the spar.

I gave a few tips to get the most out of the new residents, like a new way to smoke meat and fish, new ways to process wool and leather, I claimed I read about it in the library of the Glovers. I also advised him to scout the sea for those ships that sunk. Trees float, so there must be some he can salvage. He hurried home.

That night I warded my parent's keep and villages storehouses. B&B destroyed a few ships while I was putting the wards up.

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The ships returned with prisoners and captured ships, causing a big stir in the town, the soldiers gave the Iron Born a bloody nose they will not soon forget. Ravens flew to Winterfell to report the theft of prime wood, ravens flew to Kingslanding, that happened all because we wanted to have some fun and practice.

My training with swords and bow went well, soon only the best guards could beat me now. The high-born kids loved to spar with me, for I was teaching and improving them while fighting.

The maids loved my songs, some showed it by brushing their bodies to mine when they passed me by. My reputation stretched to the town, and I could earn some coppers in the local tavern. Meh, it was fun.

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The new Maester was an asshole, the Citadel had a report of me possessing magic, and he tried to obstruct me in every way. The poor man left me alone after he slipped from the stairs a few times. He knew I was responsible, but could not prove it, each time it happened I was out of the Keep.

I intervened when he started to poison a young warg. Each time I switched the poison to his drink. When he wasn't planning to stop, I gave him a curse I found in the Black Library, a simple itching curse on his balls. It started slow, but soon he was scratching himself in public. I stage whispered: "I thought Maesters were celibate? Where did he get Pubic lice?"

That rumor spread like Fiendfire. Women avoided him as the plague and the men kept him at an arm's length away from them. I Dispelled him some times to let his balls heal a bit, a few days later he got it back.

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The Iron Born started to move in pairs or even with three. A little too late, by now Betsy and Benny could handle a ship on their own. Dad had a good time salvaging the wreckage, especially the returning ships, we kept them afloat, I just killed the crew. We towed them closer to shore in plain view of our town and left them there, I told the salt wives to steer the ship to the harbor after I modified their memories.

Their ships were boarded by pirates, but when they saw the cargo, they killed them all. They made a run for it when they saw ships closing in… a good story? Would they believe it? Do I care? I made certain they left their weapons and some armor on the deck. Dad can use them.

It didn't last long though, they stopped coming our way. Dad did good business, he sold six from the eight ships he captured to the Manderly's, they were fully loaded with timber, which added to the price. He doubled my pocket money!

I was composing songs about reavers that got chopped short and should learn how to sow. Some of my songs went ballistic. Soon the other coastal villages and cities were singing the songs about the poor Iron Borns who were too stupid to sow their food.

They made one last effort with a convoy of ships loaded with troops. Well, that was the last they heard of them. The next morning my dad found a lot of wreckage. He reported it and made good money. His villages on the coast profited from it too.

Dad got a nickname from it: Lucky Porther.

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The Maester would not give up, he kept on harassing the poor boy, I pointed Grev to the situation: "Master Grev, if you observe Robert, he sometimes sit very still, but that seagull is acting strange every time Robert sits still. The Maester does not like that, do they hate wargs?"

That was not very subtle, but it got the message across. A warg that can control seagulls is very valuable for scouting. Robert was selected on the best warship with his seagull.

Soon the results were showing, they cleaned several lumber camps, and captured a dozen ships. Those were ships from the most experienced captains that made a big detour over the open sea, to avoid the killing zone.

The Glovers were raking the compliments in. Silently I pointed other possible young wargs to Master Grev. The Maester was fuming, meh, let him scratch a bit.

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In my spare free time, I got the blacksmith so far that he taught me to field maintenance our weapons. When he saw my dashing talented self, he even demonstrated how to forge a dagger. I can mask my Skills this way.

My skills with the bow on hunting trips made me popular, it got out of control when we were surprised by a bear, and I planted two arrows in his eye sockets. I had my magic helping those arrows. An attacking bear is a scary thing, and I was panicking. My dragons don't count. You can pet your dog, but not a wild wolf.

Mum got a nice cloak for the winter. The stuffed head of the bear went into the pub of the Town with the arrows sticking in his eyes. My nickname sucks though: Eyeball Harold, the sucky part: it shortens to Eyeball. It got me some silvers, and a present from Lord Glover: a new bow. His kid was in the hunting party, he wasn't in any danger, but it is a Lordy thing to do.

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Horseback riding is a bitch though. I am glad that I have the skill or it would be worse. Those animals smell my dragons on me, and my dragon aura seeps through sometimes. I hate them and they are scared shitless of me.

It went better when I removed all smells from me. The North doesn't Joust and I am happy for that. I already know that I have to participate in the tournament of Harrenhall. The competition of the squires for Bow and Melee is going to be mine. My new bow is a work of art, there are not a lot of people that can outshoot me on short distances, I recon two more years to build my strength up, and I will be a good marksman.

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I scouted my parent's territory for minerals and ores on our patrols, we found some on the neighbor's land on the side of the Stony Shore. A few weeks later we struck big, an Iron Mine and a Coalmine close together. It makes transport cheaper if we can build a processing plant close by. I have to shelve those plans for the moment, I haven't the strength or the money to start Mining. My patrols over the territory made me familiar with the environment. I secretly visited the villages and healed the people. Just enough so they survive.

The Iron Born's started looking somewhere else for their timber, We had to distribute the ships among the other nobles along the shore, or there would be a big target on my old man's back. In one year's time, we halved their fleet.

When I found out that the Maester went after a little girl with some magic, that fellow tripped tragically from the stairs. The Citadel needs to send a new one. Our Lord had his stonemasons inspect those stairs, two deaths in a row, it made those Maesters reluctant to serve here.

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I turned twelve today, it is just a date, but still. Rumors of a big Tournament next year are already starting to trigger Grev's funny bone. He increased my training, he said: "Next year you are ten and three, you will compete with the squires in bow and melee competition. Do you want to do the Jousting too?"

I shrugged: "That depends, if you find a horse that doesn't hate me I can try. It is more a sport for southerners though, but it should not be that hard to learn."

For as long we have no Maester, we did some self-study, I skimmed the library to tutor the High Borns about the First Men, our ancestors, and their language.

Slowly I taught them our history, proving it with the old books from the library. The slow decline of magical First Men was pointed out by me by the presence of the Maesters.

I asked Master Grev: "Master, the Maesters are Andals who worship the Seven. Don't they hate Magic? The last Measter was bullying the children that later proved to have some magic in them. What if they do worse? And secretly dispose of those children? Is it to weaken us, and convert us to the Seven? They do already control our messages and education."

The truth comes out of the mouth of a child, don't laugh! I am twelve! Master Grev started to think about it and mentioned it to the higher-ups. Soon couriers were leaving to the major Lords, which resulted in an early harvest gathering in Winterfell.

Lord Glover left with a personal guard of 30 Soldiers… led by his Master of Arms… who needed his squire… meaning me. The prospect to ride hundreds of miles on horseback is not that appealing you know.

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Before we left, I expanded a cave we found further into the mountains and warded the area against humans for a two miles radius. I reinforced the necklace's magic because Betsy and Benny grew a lot these last months. I made their nesting place comfortable to their preferences and warded the cave against insects and small mammals, finishing the job.

B&B started to hunt for themselves, they love to swim, and even loved the fish in it more. When it was time to leave for Winterfell, I gave B&B the choice, stay in the dimension, but I could at most spend some minutes with them, or stay here and have my visits here. It was a no-brainer, they stayed in the cave.

Our Dungeon diving resulted in gaining five levels. It is still satisfying to roast Zombies, and it is good practice for B&B.

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Winterfell was bloody big. That was not a castle, but a town with big walls around it. Outside the Castle was Wintertown. As Lord Glover's Man at Arms, Master Grev was housed in the Castle. As his squire, I am shoved in a big room with a lot of others of the same kind. There were three of us. One for Lord Glover, one for his oldest son and me.

Did you know even the squires had their own pissing contest? It didn't take long for establishing our dominance. We trained each day under Master Grev, and with my help, I secretly healed them up whenever wounds started to infect, we became a strong solid group that practiced teamwork. The other kids didn't have a chance.

The day before we arrived at Winterfell I took the squires apart and said: "Guys, our Masters will be evaluated by our performance and conduct. It means the better we are, with behaving and practicing on the training field, the more respect our masters will receive because they trained us. We will show them what House Glover is made of."

Hmm, it is not the best pep-talk I made, but it did the trick. Their backs were straighter, their looks more dominant, and we polished the armors and weapons a bit shinier.

Dad said I have an uncle in the Winterfell guards, so I looked him up, and gave him a new sword in my dad's name. I might have enchanted it a bit, it was easier to clean and would stay sharp for a longer time. Nothing much really, I already did that for Master Grev's weapons. Don't look like that! It is a boring job.

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My uncle invited me and my friends for a training session with the guards. The next day, the three of us pummeled the guards with our teamwork. We ruled with a three against three, we were fast, did not duel one on one, but stabbed at everything in reach.

Soon we had a crowd watching us and cheering, I am dual wielding, the two others with sword and shield. No matter who stood against us, we won hands down.

Uncle Joral was glowing with pride, telling everyone: "That is my nephew! House Porther's Heir!" Master Grev stood by and grinned, those boys gave him prestige. That evening we got a silver each from Lord Glover. It doesn't seem much, but with one copper you can buy a loaf of bread, for a kid one silver is a fortune.

My personal prestige went up when it came out I was the composer of the Iron Born songs, they were almost as popular as the Raines of Castalamere. I performed them in the dining hall during the evening meal. There were even a few songs about the First Men and their Magic slipped in.

Fuck my prestige! They began to cheer: Eyeball! Eyeball! Then that fucking Game, after being silent for almost two years came to life.

New Title: Eyeball Harold.

Son of a bitch!

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AN: The previous story is posted as The Games people play at Harry Potter. This story can be followed without reading the first, you miss some inside jokes, but that is all.