Thanks to Fanelight for helping me with the story.

There was a loud sound then a clash of steel as Draco opened his eyes and looked around him in a hazy effort. A host of riders surrounded him as he went to get up, he groaned how long have I been out he thought, a sharply pointed sword at his neck stopped him. " I wouldn't do that if I were you." The gruff voice said as Draco turned to face him. His face was perfect as was the rest of him. "Why? What have I done?" Draco murmured as other steel sparked and bounced off each other. "We watched you fall, then my father sent me to find what landed.", he finished as he looked at the swordsmen still sparring.

"Where the hell am I?" Draco gasped before he tried to get up again. "I told you not to move."

One of the guards held the sword with more force that it managed to cut him. "You can't do this to me!", Draco said in pain as the man laughed. "Oh really? You look like you can do a lot in that position.", he smirked to one of the guards. "Get him up, my father will want to see him when he gets here.", he gestured to the guards next to him.

He was roughed up and held to his feet. Draco fidgeted around his sleeve as he tried to look for his wand. "Looking for this huh?" the man in front of him held up Draco's wand. "Can't have you doing anything harmful to us now can we? Oh and we heard all about your friends and their magic."

Draco tried to summon his wand to his hand making the man almost stumble towards him as his wand wanted to get back to him. "Ah so you really don't need this then." He looked ready to snap it in two. Draco shouted "No!" He laughed in response aggravating Draco some more.

"My dear friend, Ser Gregor will be unhappy that it was this easy to catch you. I say he will want words with you." The man gloated to the other guards who laughed at his jape. "Tie him next to a horse and make sure you keep that sword to his neck, we wouldn't want any accidents to happen now do we?" He was then pulled over by the guards nearby horse while the man rounded up his men. "You know what a horse is, boy?" the man asked him a bit too bluntly.

Draco turned and glared at him as he looked into his eyes he muttered "Imperio." with all the hate he was feeling. His body felt a rush run over him as the guard went into a calm, trance-like state in which his eyes glazed over white, he stood up and took the sword from his neck then he straightened up and sighed deeply. "Distract them." Draco mouthed to the guard in an authoritarian manner.

When he turned and strode off to the other men, Draco looked for that stuck up dick who stole his wand. And when his eyes found his target, the guard who was under the Imperius curse shouted to create a diversion, "Jaime Lannister, is it true you slept with your Queen sister?" Everyone then turned to the man who stole his wand who was also coincidentally the one and only Jaime Lannister, or more commonly known to Westeros as the Kingslayer. Draco saw his chance and summoned his wand from him causing him to topple over on his face. Everyone's attention turned back again to Draco but was stopped from taking any actions as the guard continued to shout another scandalous question to the Kingslayer. "Is it also true that all the currently known royal children are your bastards?" The guards turned to the man in question, the air was silent as a thick tension was building, Draco used the opportunity and calmed his mind to cast "Mi Ani Mangus".

The whole world twisted in Draco's eyes as his body transformed. The sight of the men and ground became blurs of brown and red, and he felt courage flow through him as the influence of the lion forefront in his mind.

He looked up at the men who were staring awestruck at him until he roared so loud the horses kicked and ran in fear. Draco took off sharply at the opposite direction. He heard shouts coming from riders approaching the camp, and in a moment of curiosity he looked back and saw an older man ordering troops after him. "Just don't sit there! Capture him!"

Draco spun back to his course and tried to escape his pursuers. He heard an animalistic cry behind him getting closer even as Draco's paws thundered across ground harder and faster than ever, his fur like a streak of white across the wind with the speed he was in. However, taking inventory of his current state, he realized that he cannot keep such pace and he was beginning to tire. It seems that there is no option but to fight against these strangers.

Finding the best opportunity to turn back and fight is difficult when you have no idea of the lay of the land. He tried his best and saw himself nearing clear piece of land, and using his body's flexibility, he made a turnaround much to the surprise of the chasers.

He took advantage of the moment and as they try to slow their mounts, Draco attacked the one where the source of the continuous animalistic shouts came from. Razor sharp claws dug into flesh and bone as he used his strength to a devastating effect. The giant of a man crashed to the ground and quickly tried to get up despite his heavy armour. He watched the giant roar in rage in the process, a hate-filled look directed towards Draco and he immediately went for his sword to attack him.

But his movements are too slow for someone of Draco's senses when in his lion form. Draco easily leaped out of the way and tried to jumped at his throat, his claws tearing through the steel plate armour like a knife in butter. For added effect he dragged his attack down the chest making the man roar in pain as fresh blood spurted out of the wounds. He went back to the man's neck and continued to bite it with much fervor until he heard a crack as the spine separate from the skull. With this, his opponent finally lay unmoving, the blood flowing out like fountain out of his wounded body staining Draco's fur with it.

He threw the head towards the direction of the expectators, some of them throwing up due to the gruesome battle that led to an equally gruesome scene. It lay unmoving where it landed

Draco was ready to bolt as he heard more riders approach. He saw again the older man with two riders at his side as they approached him with caution.

"I say you sure know how to kill in style." A short man with different colored eyes said as he dismounted from his horse. He approached Draco seeming without a care in world, "Peace. I think we got off on the wrong foot with my brother." He held up his hands as a sign of peace.

Draco wanted to run but he was too surrounded to just run straight through them. He needed a plan to find the others. He could try and figure out how to use these people, but time was running out for Draco so he decided he would use the easy way. He huffed at the man, and changed back to human. But he was still unused to the process so the execution was done with much less grace than what he wanted. The last thing he want is for this people to think him weak. Unfortunately, changing from a fearsome lion to stumbling as a human to the ground is not something respect-worthy.

"Remarkable." The dwarf who was watching avidly said to him with an interested look in his face. "I say you did that remarkably gracefully young Ser, apart from the landing." He smiled and approached Draco. "Tyrion Lannister, at your service. And that is my Father, Lord Tywin Lannister, Lord Paramount of the Westernlands." he gestures to the older man before his hand reached out for Draco's.

"Why should I trust you?" Draco stood unmoving and disregarded the hand held out to him as he watch the two other riders dismount and make their way over to them. The one named Jaime Lannister started to speak, "I see you have killed Ser Gregor. What now? Are you going to fight us all?" He smirked at Draco as he touched his hand to the hilt of his sword.

Tywin looked at Draco with a scowl, "I hope that you have stronger powers than your friends." He gave Draco such a scowl that it would have impressed even his own sire, Lord Lucius Malfoy.

"Now, we both have problems with each other. But I think that killing my best swordsman comes first." There was a cough at this, and Jaime spoke, "Father, I'm standing right here." The older man just glared at him. "Oh do shut up Jamie, I did hear what that guard said about you and your sister. Don't think we will not be having a long conversation about that issue when we get back. Now go gather up your men before I get this young man to tear off your head."

An offended look came across Jaime's face and they watch him follow his Father's orders sulkily. Tyrion looked at Draco then at his wand, "Family huh, please disregard him. He is a bitter man since he became the Kingslayer, now tell me your name and where you are from." Draco just look between father and son in caution and wondered what they were up to.

Draco knew of people like Tywin Lannister. He practically ran in their circles back in his own world. It was natural to assume that Tywin would find use for him, particularly of his magic. It is needed for him to show power but too much is also dangerous with the uncertainty of the situation and the strangeness of the people and the land. On the other hand, the dwarf, Tyrion, reminded him of Granger, asking too many questions and being too knowledgeable for their own good. This is someone he need on his side so charming him to turn against his family is one of the current tasks he had in his mind.

Making up his mind on the initial plan of seeming nice and cooperative, he moved towards Tywin and held out his hand, "You want me for this" as he held up his wand "because of its power. But everything comes at a price. What are you then willing to pay?"

As their hands meet in a firm grasp, Tywin said in an odd tone, "A Lannister always pays their debts, but I don't think it is our gold that you want." Their hands separated as quickly as possible and Draco looked directly at the man in front of him.

"I do not need your gold. That thing that I want is in someone else's hands. In particular, another wand just like mine." The Elder Wand is something Draco needed and had wanted ever since he laid eyes on it, all that power could be his.

Tywin just looked at Draco then to Tyrion, "Go tell your brother we will ride in five minutes." Draco almost felt sorry for the brusque way the dwarf was treated. Tywin turned to him, "I take it that this is something that one of your friends possess." Draco just looked at Tywin then spoke in a soft voice, "It's too dangerous to talk like this out in the open, who knows what lurks in the wind." As Draco shuddered at his last words, Tywin eyed him with a hint of respect. "I see. You have done this before. Come, I shall escort you to Casterley Rock. Do you think you can help with Ser Gregor over there?"

Draco just pointed his wand towards the corpse and shouted, "Levicorpus!" The body rose up into the air.