Disclaimer:
Mr. M, I found out the hard way that your world is too big. You can't compress it into 7 chapters and get away with it… and still, I have to, or else it will drag out to four hundred thousand words. And Old Guy/Harry needs at least three more levels in Westeros. J.K.'s puppets need some action to in here.
Don't worry, people still laugh themselves silly with the thought of me asking money for it.
Previous:
A year later, five girls and one boy were born.
New Title: Bunny Hopper
Fucking son of a bitch! Although I did not want to, having seven wives and fourteen kids, and leaving them behind is a big deal. Doing nothing will freeze this country, so I have to kill that Night King.
I called the Banners. It was time to kick some frozen butt.
7 Narrow victories are called bad planning.
Two weeks for gathering them, and two months to transport the troops to Hardhome beyond the wall. We have brought a big stock of Wildfire with us, 75 000 men with enchanted armor and weapons, and 10 000 Rangers to scout for ambushes.
We split up into 5 armies and spread out. Our first goal is to steal all the women we encountered. Don't look at me like that! It is their own way of life. I can respect that. The rangers are tasked to kill every animal that is looking at our troops, blinding the wildlings and crippling the wargs.
Each army had one of my wives with them. When the stealing began, every woman and girl got a portkey slapped on them, a second later they are south of the wall, they were sorted in two groups, one group are women and girls that were stolen from us, the others were natives.
The first group got a chance to be reunited with their families or get a new home. The second group had to wait for the soldiers to come back and get selected by one. Again, it is their way!
The men? Their legs were too stiff to bend, so we cracked them. Hundreds of years raiding our lands removed their rights to protest their treatment.
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The giants we encountered, were given an option: stay out of this conflict or die. They chose neutrality. The cannibal tribes were completely burned. Every woman was scanned by the girls to see their opinion of eating human meat. Few survived the scan, children below the age of three were spared, children below the age of ten got their memories and mentality altered.
Lyanna stayed at home watching the kids and managing the daily business, while Daphne is supervising the stolen wives and kids.
A delegation of the Thenns asked for a parley, our answer: Your people never asked to negotiate with our Lords, why should we? We are following your ways, to let you feel what it is like to have your wife and children taken away from you by force. Go back and hide your females, we will find them anyway.
OK, I admit it is harsh, when the Night King is done, the Wall will lose its purpose and be taken down. Leaving these wildlings run free is asking for trouble, so blend in or fuck off.
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We brought our own wargs, and spelled their birds with an infrared vision to search for the wildlings Our Rangers have binoculars with night vision and infrared so there was not much that could escape them.
You might ask why I did not wait until it happens like in Canon? Only fools wait for an enemy army to build themselves up to full strength before attacking them. When you know they are going to attack, you don't wait for them to do so.
The Rangers changed the settings of the binoculars to detect movements and temperature differences. We took our time for this campaign. Four armies were always in the field while the fifth was taking a break. My Spatial Magic is at level 100, and could now open big portals. Three weeks in the field and one week having fun with the stolen women. Ok, maybe I am a sadistic bastard… alright! I AM one. Happy now? I did give the order to be gentle to them. The North men had only access to the stolen women, being their kin softens the tempers, and some bachelors found a wife among them.
Along the way, we met the Children of the Forest and offered a place among us. The three-eyed crow wasn't there anymore to deceive them, so they accepted.
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Our dragons spotted the Night King's army, he was short of several hundred thousand undead. We burned all the corpses and bones we found on our campaign to prevent them to join the Night King.
The armies merged, we changed our settings to undead. Our dragons got armor on them, fully spelled and warded, to protect the weak spots and mind control. It hurts us to do it, but they also got a collar with explosives that activates two minutes after they are dead. No Night King will control one of our kids.
Alright, we could have done this three years earlier. We circled with our dragons high above them out of reach and carpet-bombed them with explosives, spelled to go off twenty feet above the ground, peppering them with Dragonglass. The escape routes were sealed with Wildfire while our troops surrounded them with a wall of wildfire. The Night King kept on hurling big ice spears to my kids, the armors reacted with conjuring metal plates on their path. The plates fell down and splatted some wraiths as a bonus. Once we located and isolated the King, we changed into our Dragon Animagus, and he got the full force of thirteen dragons on him. Surrounding the king, we blasted him with Dragonfire until his shields went down.
The moment he died, the whole army of undead collapsed. We killed the sucker!
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Level 5 Completed
Current world: Westeros
Main Quest: Sit on the Iron Throne, Survive the Wars
Time Limit: None
Reward: 1 free Ability
Bonus Objectives:
Win the Tournament in Harrenhall
Win the war of the Usurper.
Sit on the Iron Throne as the new king.
Kill the Night King
Reward: 1 Free Ability or 4 Skills
Move to the next level Yes / No
Well, I selected No. I want to see my kids grow up and have a good time with my wives.
The Abilities I choose were Chakra Prodigy and Library. Yes, I am preparing for the possibility that I eventually end up there. Skills I can not freely choose will end me up with useless skills as usual, hence the second ability.
With killing the Night King and the wives destroying the Red Temples where ever we encountered them, the seasons turned back to normal.
After some searching, we found where the spell that sustained the magic of the Wall was and dispelled it. The thing started to melt, although it would take some years before it will be gone.
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We celebrated our victory at Moat Cailin, the Red Keep is still the main seat of the capital but it stinks up there. The seven Wardens gathered to discuss the future. Daphne started, she became our strategist, along with Padma: "We destroyed the Others, and set the seasons back in order. The territory we gained can not be added to the North, which is already the biggest of the seven kingdoms. There are several options on the table: leave them to the Children of the Forest and Giants, found a new Kingdom, or divide it into parts."
Greyjoy: "Our kingdom is the smallest, we claim it for our own."
Mace Tyrell: "You did nothing to deserve it! The only thing you did was transport some food and people, which could have been done by our Lord himself. We provided most of the food for the campaign. Our claim is greater."
It went on for twenty minutes until Tyrion interrupted: "We all have a claim for it and neither deserves the land. Let our Lord decide."
I sighed: "We will found a new House, House Evans, with my daughter Lily as the Lady. She will choose a husband from the royal houses. Their children will marry into the other Royal Houses until every House has a bloodline in it. From then on it will be their own choice who they will marry. I have no clue how to call the country though, but I ban the name Wild in it."
Lady Olenna asked: "What about your other children?"
Padma answered: "There is enough room for us on the other continent. Westeros is and was always for Lyanna. Our children will rule there we have the magic and the dragons to hold it. The Age of the Dragons is starting now.
As with all the Noble Houses schools that have educated the small folks, those schools will eventually be in even the smallest villages. The best students will go to their capital for higher education. Their bests will come to The Nest to be educated by us in science, new technology, and philosophy."
Daphne: "In time the Maesters will be dissolved. The crimes they committed are too big to ignore. The Septons and their intolerance against other religions will have to tune down."
I said: "Just because the Andals believe in the Seven does not mean the other people have to believe in them too. If they can't accept that, then we need to take action. The Seven renounce magic, they have to be very careful what they preach because we are purely made of magic. The best proof the Andals have magic too are the Maesters. Training ravens without magic is impossible. The Maesters just did not like others have magic too."
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That night I served and got served by my lovely wives, after a shagging session of three hours, a message came up.
Quit the Game? Yes /No
Time to decide: 1 Day
I groaned: "Bloody hell, I wanted to spend years here. Girls? You decide."
Lyanna: "You should go husband, the Game sends you to places that need your help. You can always summon us to you."
Lavender added: "We are a copy from the originals with the knowledge of what you did in the Game, so when you summon us again, we will remember our time here and our children."
Fay: "A copy of you will stay here, that is enough for us. It is still you."
Parvati hugged me: "Whenever you need us or want us husband."
Daphne: "Give Astoria a chance too, she is watching us."
We healed ourselves up and shagged for hours longer. I spent the rest of the day with my kids. Meanwhile, I cleaned my Inventory out with the goods from the Dungeons and Professions. Filling ring after ring.
I kept the basics, food for me and B&B for ten years, all kinds of weapons and tools with materials to use them. Copies of Skill Books from Westeros and HP world were added in my Library along with my own knowledge.
An hour before the deadline I hugged and kissed them all, stored B&B, and pressed Yes.
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Level 6
Current world: Westeros
Main Quest: Survive the Wars, Become a Noble, Marry a Princess
Time Limit: Twenty Years.
Reward: Depends on the level of Completion
Failure: Spend a 10 years as Donald Duck
I did not have time to read the bloody quest, I woke up with a spear in my hands in the middle of a big battle. I began stabbing the men I thought were the enemies while trying to set B&B loose. Of course, that shit game blocked it. I could not even get a better spear out of my Inventory. My level is low, so are my skills.
My memory was good so I depended on it to survive this crap. I followed some soldiers and stabbed their opponents to divert them and give the others a chance to finish it. I served four soldiers that way, another kid saw my tactics and copied them. Now we have eight soldiers killing their opponents without trouble. On my other side a third kid followed my example, we blocked a street that way, preventing the enemy from escaping.
A knight came to break our formation, two men fended him off while I stabbed him between his armor plates. His knee caps did not have chainmail and he went down like a brick. A stab in his neck sealed the deal. I took his sword and gave it to the strongest: "Here take this, remember the pointy end goes into the enemy."
He looked at me for a second: "Aye laddy, it does." We held our position for hours, two more knights came to donate their weapons to us until the enemy retreated and we survived the day. I looted two daggers from the knights, that would get me some silvers or a stab in the back.
Man, that was exhausting. I took a minute to inspect myself. Eleven, twelve-year-old, in rags and a good spear that I picked up somewhere.
My memories seeped in of my former life. I am the third son of a serf that rents some lands from… at the moment a Blackwood Noble. We live at the Teats, can you believe the naming sense? Just because there are two hills that look like tits… I get it. The bad news is that it is smack in the middle between the Blackwoods and the Brackens, and they are fighting over those tits for centuries.
It is a small farm two miles out of the village Pennytree in the Riverlands, in other words, I am a little shit from a little shit village in a shitty region in a shit kingdom. I bloody hell smell like shit too. And Dad fucking volunteered me, or my elder brothers would have been drafted. Those two even grinned at me when I left. Shit family.
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In our camp, I shared a tent with five others, two didn't come back. Without a word, we divided their possessions. It was not much anyway.
I checked my stats
Name: Harry Potter.
Titles: Enemy of Men – Male Scumbag - Greedy Bastard – Eyeball Harold(Deactivated)
Bane of Hogwarts (Deactivated) – Master of Death (not all requirements met)
Shameless Braggart - King Eyeball(Deactivated)- Bunny Hopper(Too young)
Age 12
Level 12 (49) restricted
Abilities:
Parseltongue (Blocked)
Dragontongue
Natural Animagus
Dragon Animagus Bobby(activated at level 15)
Phoenix Animagus Clumsy (activated at level 25)
Druidic Affinity
Elemental Mage (Restricted to basic)
Metamorphmagus (Partial blocked)
Cut/Copy/Paste (Blocked)
Chakra prodigy(Deactivated)
Library
ID Create/Escape (Blocked) Zombies only
Inventory(Blocked)
Gamers Body Level max
Gamers Mind Level Max
Companions(Max 1):
Sirius Orion Black – Daphne Greengrass – Astoria Greengrass – Tracey Davis
Padma Patil - Parvati Patil – Fay Dunbar – Lavender Brown – Lyanna Stark
Familiars:
Betsy- Hungarian Horntail(Deactivated)
Benny- Valyrian Dragon(Deactivated)
Skills:
Wizarding Magic Master Level. (Spell power reduced to basic level)
Telekinesis 1– Telepathy 1– Teleport 1– Technomancy 1- Spatial Magic 1
Observe 50 – Mage sight 1– Occlumency 50– Legilimency1 – Healing 1- Light Magic 1
Swords 1– Archery 10– Martial arts 1- Spear 25
Horseback Riding 1- Cooking 1– Gardening 35– Cleaning 8- Construction 1
Basic Piano1 – Singing 5- Drawing 1– Finger Painting 1– Grooming 1– Teaching 1
Navigating 1
Professions:
Blacksmithing 1- Leatherworking 1- Mining 1- Engineering 1- Inscription 1
Herbology 20– Alchemy 1– Tailoring 1– Jewelcrafting 1– Enchanting 1
Oh, Come on! Every Skill is reset to 1? No Bobby or B&B? No fucking Inventory? I am in deep shit.
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We were at the battle of the Bells to free the fucking Baratheon. That means the Trident battle is not far away.
We were happy to know that we killed three Knights from the Crownlands although the grown-ups took the credit for it. Meh, next time we pick some others. My biggest priority is training my Telekinesis, Teleport, and Spear Skills. Spatial Magic is going to be important too, I need storage rings.
They took a few weeks to recuperate. I volunteered to help the silent sisters in the hospital. I had a backpack with some rocks in it and held it up with Telekinesis. Some men that were on the brink of death, got an extra heal so they survived. After dinner, I practiced my spear. At night, I only risked the Dungeon for three hours, again training my Spear Skill and Telekinesis, Teleport, and Spatial Magic.
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The army was once again on the move. I wanted to say I mounted Benny and flew away, but it will not happen for a while. Meanwhile, I was moving my feet. Stupid me has his backpack loaded with extra rocks and trained Telekinesis along the way. I wanted to say the food was good, but that would be lying, Gamers Body kept me healthy after a night's sleep, slowly I build my strength back up.
In the evenings I said to go hunting some game. At a distance from camp, I practiced Teleporting and Mage Sight. The teleports were only a few inches, so it would not be noticed. I borrowed an old bow from a wounded old soldier with a promise to share the kills.
My Mage Sight spotted the rabbits in their burrows, and with Telekinesis pulled out. I stabbed them with an arrow, and there was extra food on the table. With four rabbits I had enough, more would attract too much attention. The old man was happy, so were my roomies.
At night, I put sleep spells on my roomies and entered my Dungeon. Spear Skill was trained up above fifty, I created two bone swords to train dual-wielding back up. I need that skill to show off later.
With the extra meat and Gamers Body, I strengthen my body and magic to a level that I won't get run over at the first attack.
What I tried next is my Natural Animagus form. I caught a raven with Telekinesis and studied the bird, even with Legilimence and Mage Sight. An hour later I am a fledgling raven. I keep forgetting my age.
When I returned to camp with two rabbits and two turkeys, we had one last big meal before the battle. My roomies asked me why I did not pray to the gods, I shrugged: "I grew up between the Blackwoods and the Brackens, now we belong to the Blackwoods, they are for the Old Gods, a few decades ago we belonged to the Brackens and prayed to the Seven, Most from the Pennytree area just pray and hope someone is listening. I stopped praying when my Dad volunteered me to die here."
Roomy: "We are going to die?" I looked at him with pity: "We are small folk kids, they send the small folk in first to see where the strong and weak points are and we are going to be in the middle of it. The only chance we have is when we do the same as last time. Stay behind the fighters and stab the enemy so the fighters have a better chance to kill them. We can protect three or four fighters that way."
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The battle was messy, brutal, and I was in the middle of it. Five fighters were protected by me, with a stab or a little push with Telekinesis. Just holding an arm up so my soldier can strike first, or letting him slip is often a matter between life and death. My roomies were holding their own.
The enemy began to push, soon we were an island. Frantically I searched for a solution, I spotted the commander and threw my dagger at him reinforced with telekinesis. I tried to avoid his eyeballs, but that shit game is trolling with me. I was aiming for his throat and the fucker tried to avoid it… right in the eyeball. When the man went down, it stopped the advancement.
I couldn't care anymore, every dagger I found I hurled to the person with the shiniest armor or fancy shield. When two of my men took a stab, I swapped my spear with two swords and went berserk. My time in the dungeons is well spent, my battle awareness is on point and the small folk I faced didn't stand a chance.
The bad news was that I attracted the dudes in shiny armor. Retreating to the small circle to get my back covered I received the first one, I feigned a high attack to create an opening for my roomy, and shiny dude got stabbed in the thigh.
The evenings explaining the weak spots to them paid off, a stab in the eye finished him. Squire one and two went the same way. Our side saw us holding the position began pushing forwards. Telekinesis held my swords up and me alive, when the reinforcements came, six of us were still standing and two wounded. With a small heal, I made certain they would live, and we let ourselves overtake to rest a bit.
We took a drink from my water bag and captured our breath. My roomy, Aron said: "For a moment I thought I was going to meet grandma." The other one Bart said: "Harry, you fought like Barristan Selmy with those two swords, whereby the Seven did you learn that?"
Shrugging I answered: "My older brothers didn't care for me, I was always alone, so in my free time I wielded two sticks and practiced against trees in the woods. Come on, back into the meat grinder."
Picking up my spear and swords we went back to the front lines, I pointed to a group that had a bit more skills and we joined them. Our stabbing was noticed by the men and welcomed. Every dagger I could get my hands on went into a shiny armors eye. Soon Aron and Bard passed daggers to me.
When I saw horses coming our way, I knew they were targeting us, Selmy was with them! Bloody fuck, if he rides in on us, then we are dead meat. My spear flew into his horse's chest, and he took a tumble, stopping before me. I picked my swords up and attacked before he could recuperate. I landed a lucky blow to his helmet making him dizzy, Bart stabbed his leg and Aron his arm. I finished him with a… yep, a stab in his eye. Meh, he was a goat last time, I say he advanced. The other knight was a King's guard too. His horse stumbled over Selmy's Horse.
On foot, he wanted to avenge Selmy, the adults made room for… Us? Bloody cowards hid behind us? Bart and Aron took positions behind me, The king's guard attacked full force, with a lot of effort, and Telekinesis I could hold him off while Bart and Aron began stabbing the guy. Bart got a lucky shot in his armpit. I finished him with a stab in the eye.
While looking at the bastards that hid I said: "Bart, Aron, let's go look for someone else. These ones don't deserve it."
Our actions were followed by the higher-ups. Tully said: "Did you see that? Three little boys killed two King's guards as if they were untrained foot soldiers. Bring them to me if they survive the battle."
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The battle ended when Baratheon hammered Prince Harp. We were exhausted, at the camp, we drank a bit and eat some bread and fell asleep.
Tittle Reactivated: Eyeball Harry.