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AN: The following chapter takes place during the events of "What is Dead May Never Die," occasionally interspersed with Harry telling Arya stories from his very long life.

The dragon battle at the beginning of the chapter pairs best with Manners Maketh Man from Kingsman: The Secret Service. The second Valyria scene pairs well with Dracarys from Game of Thrones: Season Three. For the final battle in this chapter, from Harry's point of view, I suggest Endroom from the Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets video game soundtrack.

The Song of Builders

By Jojobevco

Chapter 6

What is Dead Should Really Stay Dead

(Don't the Ironborn realize how thoroughly offensive that is, after their ancestors fought undead ice zombies?)

About 5,300 Years Ago

Valyria, Essos

Behind Tonks and Harry, the other builders quickly worked to get the sheep herders out of the line of fire, evacuating them to the Fist, as the dragon fell back for an attack run from two miles away.

Tonks asked, "Alright, we've got a minute, what's the plan?"

Harry answered, "Brooms, we flank it and use stunners to bring it down."

Tonks responded, "Stunners, are you fucking mad?!"

Harry rolled his eyes, "Tonks, we were brought here by a dragon."

"Ah." Frankly, after 3,000 years this new world had become their home, but she could see a glimmer of renewed hope in Harry's eyes.

Harry opened his satchel and thrust his hand in, a moment later a broom zoomed into it, which he tossed to Tonks before repeating the process and drawing out his own, he mounted it and turned to Tonks, "Ready?"

She nodded and they pushed off toward the dragon. As they closed range, Harry and Tonks drew their wands and started firing stunners. The dragon roared and turned toward Harry, who had been moving a lot to try and get its attention. As the dragon pursued, Harry turned away from the shepherds and arced away, exposing the dragon's rear to Tonks who continued to fire. As the dragon lost speed, Harry turned and went in reverse firing his own stunners. Suddenly the dragon lost consciousness and started falling toward the ground. Harry and Tonks switched to firing Arresto Momentum at the dragon, slowing it to a gentle crash. They landed next to it a moment later.

Harry groaned, "Fuck."

Tonks looked at Harry, "It was a textbook perfect takedown, what more do you expect?"

Harry shook his head, "It was too easy. This is not the right type of dragon."

The Continuing Adventures of the Travelling 'Arrys

The Kingsroad

North of Hayford Castle, The Crownlands, Westeros

Arya shook her head, "I'm sorry, the wrong type of dragon?"

"On my homeworld, there are twelve different species of dragon. A major defining characteristic of all of them is a significant immunity to magic. The fact that we brought down this dragon so easily confirmed that it did not have the traits we were looking for."

"So what happened?"

Harry sort of smiled, "Our greatest success and failure. Valyria was our effort to push the world out of its stagnant state. In many ways we succeeded. We gave Valyria every advantage. We aided them in the destruction of Ghiscari and the Rhoynar, we helped them curtail the Dothraki. We guided their technological development. We helped them tap into the Fourteen Fires to power their empire, we pointed them in the direction of technologies to pursue, and they had developed gunpowder, cannon, and flintlock technology at the end."

Arya had no idea what those were, but it didn't change her question, "What happened?"

Harry shook his head, "We made a grievous mistake. While we had been careful about their technological development, we were not so with their social development. We had given them the expectations of our values and morals without the appropriate time of evolution and adjustment. The time we gave our citizens at the Fist. Therefore, we continually struggled to deal with a majority that believed Valyria should draw on the values of the Ghis, one value in particular."

"What was it?"

Harry stared off toward the east and whispered, "Slavery."

Acting Lord's Chambers

Winterfell, The North, Westeros

Bran Stark, Acting Lord of Winterfell awoke very confused, he saw himself through the eyes of his direwolf, Summer, before seeing the direwolf through his eyes. Bran shook his head, trying to do away with the feeling. His first thought was to tell Maester Luwin about his dreams before he realized that Osha would be a much better alternative. He called for Hodor and went out into the castle.

Osha, also known as Nymphadora Tonks, Builder of the Wall, smiled slightly and nodded, in a serious restraint of her instinct to jump in glee and do cartwheels, "Contrary to what your Maester believes, magic does exist. You, my little lord, happen to have the power of a Warg. You can see through the minds of animals. In the North, the Real North, it is surprisingly more common than you'd think."

Bran nodded and considered her words.

Robb Stark and Company

North of Bitterbridge, the Reach, Westeros

Lady Talisa Maegyr, Agent of the Builders was accompanied by Robb Stark, 20 knights and 80 men. A small, but fast force for moving through wartime Westeros. They had been successful at avoiding trouble, meeting the outriders of Renly Baratheon's camp who escorted them in. As they did, Talisa was stunned by the size of Renly's force; she calculated that Renly had about 100,000, more than the Fist, even with every last reserve mustered. Talisa shrugged, it was of no consequence. They entered into the camp proper and found themselves in a fighting pit, where two knights were engaging one another as Renly and Margery Tyrell looked on. It was quite an interesting fight, one was fighting in the traditional Westerosi style, the other was fighting rather intelligently, something rare in Westeros. The smart fighter finally managed to ground the other and pulled a knife on him, causing him to shout, "Yield, I Yield!"

Talisa shook her head, fantastic, Loras Tyrell, the pretty knight. It was however, the woman who caught Talisa's attention. As the woman approached the 'king,' Talisa assessed her, she was intelligent, powerful, and honorable. Talisa made a note to recommend she be evaluated for future recruitment as an Agent of the Builders. After Lady Brienne was invited into 'King' Renly's 'Kingsguard', Robb and their company approached and were announced.

"Your Grace, I have an honor to bring you Lord Robb Stark, an envoy of his father, Eddard, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North."

Renly nodded, "Lord Robb, I am pleased to see you, may I present my wife Margery of House Tyrell."

Robb countered, "May I present my advisor, Lady Talisa Maegyr of Volantis."

Margery smiled, "You all are very welcome here, we are sorry for the losses of your family in King's Landing."

Robb nodded, outside of the family's inner council, it was assumed that Arya and Sansa were missing, presumed dead. Robb didn't even know where they were, only that they were alive. For their own safety the Stark's had no interest in correcting that notion. "You are most kind."

"Lord Robb, rest assured we will have justice for your family. When I take Kings Landing I will bring your family Joffrey's head."

Robb smiled, "It will be enough to know justice was done, my lord."

He was promptly corrected, by Brienne of Tarth, "Your Grace and you should kneel when you approach the king."

Talisa smirked, "Lady Brienne, I believe you just got your position five minutes ago, perhaps you should take some time to get accustomed to your role before interrupting court?"

Renly quickly shut them down, "There is no need for that, the Starks are honored guests."

Loras however, pressed the matter, "Has your father marched against Tywin Lannister, yet."

Robb shook his head, slightly, "It is not my place to share my father's strategies."

Renly stood and walked toward the group, "Do not worry, our war is just beginning." He led them on a tour of the camp, commenting to the men here and there, "I have a hundred thousand men under my command. The combined forces of the Stormlands and the Reach."

Talisa commented, "And all of them young and bold like your Knight of Flowers, you play at war, I pity them."

"What?"

Robb jumped in, "They are the Knights of summer, and Winter is Coming." (Rule #1 of being a Stark, never hesitate to work your words into a conversation).

Renly was nonplussed, "Lady Brienne, escort the Stark party to their tents, they are tired from their journey."

Brienne nodded, "At one, Your 'Grace'."

Brienne led them away, Robb commented, "You fought bravely today."

"I fought for my 'king.' Soon I will fight for him on the battlefield, die for him if I must. And, Brienne is enough, I'm no lady."

Talisa nodded, quite the interesting lady indeed.

The Continuing Adventures of the Travelling 'Arrys

The Kingsroad

South of Brindlewood, The Crownlands, Westeros

"Slavery?"

Harry nodded, "Yes, slavery. Despite our best efforts and illegalizing it, no one wanted to enforce the law. We were stumped, never before had a society returned to slave ownership after emancipation. We tried reasoning with them, however they refused to listen. We lacked the capability to surgically enforce it on a wide scale so we did what we could to disrupt the trade. At first we just simply freed the slaves, but they would end up recaptured or unable to care for themselves. So we came up with a rather ingenious solution"

"What?"

"Eight hundred years ago, we started killing slavers and misdirecting a large number of slave ships away from Valyria. It was our most successful effort. Until the Valyrians found out. They were not pleased. We realized the situation was mostly unsalvageable and decided to end the Valyrian Experiment to keep them from using the power we gave them to subjugate the world."

"The Doom?"

"The Doom."

About 400 Years Ago

Council Chamber, The Builder's Keep

Valyria, Valyrian Peninsula, Essos

The doors to the chamber were barred as Harry sat at the head of the table. None of the other Builders were here, they were all finishing last minute preparations for the end of Valyria. Harry was extremely depressed. He fucking hated Greater Good situations. A doe patronus galloped through the window and spoke in Tonks's voice, "We're ready."

Harry waved his hand, unlocking the door that the Dragonlords' armies had been pounding on for hours and hours. They stumbled into the room before stepping to the side and allowing the thirty-nine Dragonlords of Valyria to enter. They stood at the other end of the table, and spoke in High Valyrian.

"Lords of the Zaldrizes, welcome."

A leader had apparently been appointed to speak, "Zaldriz Giver Potter, We command you and the other Zaldriz Givers to leave Valyria, your presence is no longer wanted or tolerated." Valyria referred to the Builders as Dragon Givers.

"Lords of the Zaldrizes, we gave you this power, and we can most certainly take it away. I will give you one last chance, free your slaves, return to the values and goals we have set, or we will wipe you from the face of this world, just like the Ghiscari and Rhoynar before you."

The leader spoke, "Tubi daor, valar dohaeris."

"Ah, yes, that, valar dohaeris. Well you, Lords of the Zaldrizes, are valar, and well, valar morghulis."

As Harry said the activation phrase, several things happened at once. The curtains flew open, his portkey activated, and, most importantly, the safety interlocks on the geothermal power taps were shut down. Of course, the Dragonlords didn't realize this. They heard and felt a huge rumble and turned to look out the windows, just as all Fourteen Fires erupted simultaneously, shooting lava a thousand feet into the air before it started arcing over the city.

Meanwhile, Harry's portkey dropped him in Gogossos, on the Isle of Tears, Sothoryos. The horrific penal colony that had served as the final trigger for the Builders to end Valyria stood empty, other subsidiaries were now caring for the victims. Harry fired a pulse of magic into a predesigned ward scheme that erupted between the Basilisk Isles and the continent, just as a massive tsunami started arcing over the island. With the crack of a whip, it snapped backwards into the sea and back towards Valyria. Harry knew that the other Builders, based in Volantis, Ghis, and what would be known as Slaver's Bay, were doing the same.

The water rose above Valyria and smothered the Fourteen Fires, forcing the magma beneath to find somewhere else to go. It forced it's way though the forges at the bases of the volcanos, surrounding the inner city. With a mighty rumble, it broke through, shattering the Valyrian Peninsula and creating what would one day be known as The Smoking Sea.

Chamber of the Hand of the 'King'

The Red Keep

King's Landing, The Crownlands, Westeros

Tyrion was really starting to regret his decision to bring Shae along, she had to be the single most annoying woman in the world. She refused to accept or acknowledge the danger she is in. She also didn't like being labeled a weakness, not that she really was much of one. Tyrion's ability to care about what happened to her was rapidly being exhausted.

"You won't let me leave this room!"

Tyrion pinched his nose, "Please keep your voice down."

"Why? It's not like your father can hear me, he is three hundred miles away!"

No, Tyrion thought, it's to keep my splitting headache from getting worse. "I don't intend for you to stay here, I might be able to find you a place in the kitchens."

Shae shook her head, "I cannot cook, every man who has tasted my cooking has told me how good I am at sex."

Internally Tyrion smirked slightly, "You'd pose as a scullion, a kitchen wench, cleaning pots."

"Is that how my lion wants to see me?"

Tyrion shook off the sigil reference, "I want to see you alive, this city is dangerous, my sister will exploit any weakness she can to hurt me." Tyrion didn't comment how little of a weakness she actually is."

Shae crossed her arms and countered, "So I am a weakness?"

Tyrion swallowed, "To my heart, my dear."

Shae smiled slightly and kissed him, "I am not a kitchen wench."

Tyrion smirked, "Then allow me to look into alternatives," he kissed her back and departed.

Secret Solar of the Builders of the Wall

The Red Keep

King's Landing, The Crownlands, Westeros

Tyrion joined Podrick, Captain Karsi, and Sansa for dinner, as they were finishing dessert, Tyrion broached the subject of Shae, "I honestly am at a loss as to what I should do with her. Her identity remains as much of a mystery as it did when she first arrived."

Podrick nodded, "We must consider the possibilities of who she is. She is not one of our spies. She is not one of Baelish's, could she be one of Varys's?"

Tyrion shook his head, "Varys is too smart for that, he would never be seen talking to one of his 'little birds.'"

Karsi asked, "Could she be a spy of your father's?"

Tyrion nodded, "That is my leading theory at the moment."

Sansa asked, "Could she simply be exactly who she seems to be?"

Tyrion looked confused, "I don't follow?"

Sansa looked at Podrick and Karsi, "Agent Payne, Captain Karsi, could you give us a moment?"

The two looked at each other, nodded and left, leaving Sansa and Tyrion alone, Sansa poured some wine and gulped it down before asking, "Lord Tyrion, have you considered she could just simply be attracted to you for financial gain."

Tyrion shook his head, "I have considered it, and discounted it."

"Why?"

"Because, why me? Also, Shae is obviously too smart for that."

"Lord Tyrion, you are the heir by birth to one of the largest fortunes in the Seven Kingdoms. Does, Shae know about Tysha?"

Tyrion breathed, "Yes."

Sansa startled, even though she figured as much, she was still a little stunned that Tyrion had told the whore one of his deepest secrets. Then again, he had told her the first time they had a decent conversation, "It is clear that she is exploiting your love for Tysha. Why? Well, you're much better at figuring out such things than I am, when you are not blinded by your past."

Sansa left, somewhat in a daze as to what she had said. Tyrion felt the same way, and simultaneously appreciated how far his protégé had come. A few short weeks ago, she wouldn't have dared to say that. Finally, she was coming out of the shell his sister had tried to shove her into.

The Continuing Adventures of the Travelling 'Arrys

The Kingsroad

Brindlewood, The Crownlands, Westeros

Arya had been in stunned silence for a couple of hours now. Harry seemed rather content with it. He had apparated them further ahead and now they were preparing to bunk down for the evening on the outskirts of Brindlewood. Unlike most other people in the world, Harry and Arya were much safer not staying at an inn. Harry had deployed his 'only 3 bedroom 2 bathroom' tent, which was nicer than anything that a king ever could have. Harry was sitting at a desk in the living area, reviewing the various pieces of correspondence, reports, and requisitions that accumulated for a world leader after a lovely day of strolling and reminiscing.

"You could end this war tomorrow!"

Harry nodded, "I could wipe the Lannisters, Baratheons, Thenn, and everyone else out tomorrow, but would it really change anything? Besides, the fight to determine who sits on the World's Most Uncomfortable Chair is not my top priority."

"You blew up a fucking city!"

Harry smiled, finally, "Three things. First, it was more that the peninsula blew up, not the city. Second, it would be more accurate to say that I let it blow up as opposed to blowing it up. Third, language, Arya!"

Arya didn't really have the decency to look ashamed, "You let it blow up?"

Harry nodded, "It took us hundreds of years to design a way to safely harness the power of the Fourteen Fires, a process we continued to improve and refine over the millennia that Valyria existed. All we simply did was turn off the parts that kept the volcano chain from erupting, and then keep the resulting tidal wave from wiping out the surrounding area. The second part was the more brilliant one."

Arya shook her head, "But, all those people."

Harry stopped what he was doing, and was lost in thought before responding, "The ones that remained, including 39 of the 40 Dragonlords, they were past redemption. We had tried reason, education, and threats, everything we could think of. Those still loyal to us and who held our values were saved."

"How?"

"On the last outpost of Old Valyria, Dragonstone."

Solar of the Hand of the 'King'

The Red Keep

Kings Landing, The Crownlands, Westeros

After a rather fitful night sleep, mainly due to the company, Tyrion decided to start his mole hunt. He knew that someone on the Small Council was reporting his actions to his beloved sister. Tyrion spent a few moments fantasizing about various ways of killing her before realizing his digression. Tyrion realized he had to stop this behavior, and he would do it using Myrcella. Tyrion knew he had to get her out of the city. While she might be his double niece, she was still his niece. Tyrion already knew the actual plan. Get her to Dorne. What he needed was two fake plans that were still sufficiently plausible. Plan one involved Robin Arryn of the Vale, Baelish would buy that one easily enough, it would also help deflect suspicion regarding the recent troubles at his brothel. The death of Janos Slynt had been satisfying, but annoying in its execution.

The tricky part was what to tell Varys, the man was the most devious frenemy of builders in ages. Tyrion decided to tell him the truth and to tell Pycelle the Theon Greyjoy tale. He patiently waited until Pycelle arrived, trying to approximate an expression of constipation. He smiled as Pycelle handed him the laxative.

"Thank the gods, I haven't had a proper shit in six days."

"Ah, the stresses of power, two drops, with water, daily."

Tyrion smiled, "I'm grateful to have a man with such knowledge on my side, please," he gestured for the Grand Maester to sit.

"Can I trust you, Pycelle?"

Pycelle nodded, "Of course, my lord." Bullshit, thought Tyrion, the man had survived under three kings, a rebellion, and now a bloody war, He didn't trust Pycelle as far as he could throw him.

"These are perilous times and the crown must form new alliances that must be sealed in matrimony. The queen mustn't know, she mustn't interfere with matters of state, however I trust the council."

Pycelle nodded solemnly, "I shall be as silent as the grave."

"I plan to marry Princess Mrycella off to Theon Greyjoy."

"Theon Greyjoy? But how?"

"His father loathes the Starks, he can bring Theon to our side. We can use the Ironborn fleet to raid the North. Also, Theon is a rather power hungry skirt chaser."

Pycelle considered, "A bold plan, my lord."

Tyrion replied, "We must be bold."

After dismissing Pycelle, and having similar meetings with Baelish and Varys, Tyrion waited for his sister to call him. He was positive that she was going to rant and rave about something, either Ironborn barbarians with their saltwives, the wrath of the Martells, or the mental instability of Robin Arryn.

Turns out, it was the saltwives.

The Fighting 'Arrys

Near A Random Inn on the Kingsroad

North of Brindewood, The Crownlands, Westeros

After having gotten an alert from Yoren, Harry had apparated Arya and himself to their location, they could see a combined group of Lannister solders and City Watch as the Night's Watch recuits attempted to muster. Harry quickly sent Arya off to the side, he didn't want her to get involved too quickly.

The leader of Lannister soldiers asked, "Where is the Bastard Crow?"

Yoren asked, "There are quite a few bastards here, would you care to be more specific and who are you?"

The leader answered in a gravelly tone of voice, "I am Amory Lorch, Sworn Bannerman to Lord Tywin Lannister. These men from the capital requested our assistance. Drop your weapons in the name of the king."

Harry decided to introduce himself, "Your throne claimant is invalid, as a bastard, he is ineligible for the throne. You have no power here, leave, now."

Lorch clearly had drunk the Flavor-Aid, "You will die for your words."

Harry smirked and drew his sword, "I invite you to try."

A Lannister solider fired a crossbow. Within a blink of an eye, Harry was no longer there, instead having closed to range and killing the soldier. Arya immediately realized how much Harry held back in their sparring. He was, without doubt, the finest swordsman in the world. There was a stunning combination of skill, agility, and sheer dumb power coming from his sword. Whatever sword Harry used, it was beyond powerful, Spears were cut with some sort of acid, swords were dulled, and people were cut, dying almost instantly. It was made of sliver, not steel, and had the words "GODRIC GRIFFINDOR" emblazoned on it. Inside of a minute all of them lay dead. Arya looked around and realized there was a fire near the prisoner wagon. She ran over, using Needle to stab the lock, breaking it and freeing the prisoner. One odd looking one looked at her and said in a strangely accented voice, "A Man thanks A Girl," before walking over to where Yoren and Harry were chatting away. Arya walked back towards them.

Yoren gestured to the sword, "Brought out the heavy hitter, I see."

Harry shrugged, "Yes, well, every now and again, I take it out of its case; useless against wrights, that's why we switched over to Valyrian Steel, but still, the most lethal sword alive."

The Man bowed to Harry, with a murmured, "Lord Potter,"

"Ah, NoOne. Yoren, I'd like you to meet NoOne, current leader of the House of Black and White in Bravos, NoOne, I believe you know Agent Yoren, and that is Agent-in-Training Lady Arya Stark." Yoren gave a nod, as Arya looked confused, Harry quickly cleared that up, "They are otherwise known by their particular talent, Arya, Faceless Men."

Arya's jaw dropped, but Harry wasn't done, "I'm sure you'll be seeing more of him shortly." Arya's jaw unhinged, and turned to the man, who was already gone.

Harry continued, "Now then, I'll collect our bastard and we can be on our way back home, as long as it's still there, I left Giantsbane in charge. Who knows how many bears have taken over the bedroom?"

Yoren howled with laughter, "Thank you, Lord Potter, I needed that."

Harry shook his head, "It didn't come from me, Agent Yoren."

Yoren nodded and called Gendry over, and handled the introductions, "Gendry, this is Lord Harry Potter, he will be escorting you to safety."

Harry nodded to Gendry and took off his sword scabbard, instructing Arya and Gendry to, "Grab on," They did, Arya immediately, having taken portkeys before, Gendry a bit more slowly, Harry turned and gave a half salute to Yoren before saying, "I built the fucking wall."

The three disappeared with hook behind the navel.

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