Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Game of Thrones.

AN: This chapter takes place during the time period of 'Blackwater'

For music for this chapter Part 1 is the soundtrack from the episode "Blackwater", including, "One More Drink Before the Wall," "Wildfire," "Don't Die with a Clean Sword," and "Stand and Fight" from the Game of Thrones Season 2 Soundtrack.

Part 2 pairs well with "Prelude to War" from the Battlestar Galactica Season 2 Soundtrack, or "Raid on the Castle" from The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian Soundtrack

The Song of Builders

By Jojobevco

Chapter 12

Dragonwater

Part 1: Drums and Bells

The Secret Solar of the Builders of the Wall

The Red Keep

Kings Landing, the Crownlands, Westeros

"Can we please just kill her?"

"While I might disagree with the good Major's tactic, she had a point, the girl is becoming a problem."

"A problem which you started."

Major Karsi, Lord Tyrion Lannister and Lady Sansa Stark were having a rather heated disagreement regarding the problem of Shae, who had shown up and attempted to sleep with Tyrion a few hours ago. Tyrion had begged off, claiming the stress of the battle was getting to be too much, but it demonstrated that she was becoming a problem, especially with Tyrion's betrothal.

Harry, who had been silent up until this point, looking at a map of King's Landing, looked up and snapped, "Enough! I have allowed this situation to go on far too long. Tyrion, I am sorry, but your initial thoughts regarding Shae's usefulness have been outweighed by her liability. After the battle, we will take her into custody and have vertiaserum leaking from her pores until we know all her secrets."

The three of them bowed, literally, to the wisdom of the Builder. They then approached the dining table which had been appropriated for battle planning. Harry, Arya, and Podrick were already there. They were all dressed differently. Tyrion was dressed in his Hand of the King battle armor, complete with the Chain of the Hand. Podrick was dressed in a slightly more armored version of his squire uniform. Their armor was clearly more flexible and stronger than it should have been; it was plated with Valyrian Steel. Sansa and Arya were wearing the uniforms of the Lannister archers, but unknown to anyone outside the room, were wearing Valyrian Steel chainmail underneath. Harry and Karsi's armor was something otherworldly though. Both were wearing Valyrian armor, painted black. On top of that were silver decorative highlights. Each of them was wearing an odd bit of jewelry, a discreet wiry headdress, made of unbreakable steel, with two small pieces of mirrored, unbreakable glass, one on the right ear, and one near their mouth.

Harry started, "We all know the plan, you have all been trained for what you are going to do tonight. Tyrion, you win this battle by the slimmest feasible margin. Podrick, Sansa, and Arya, will keep Tyrion safe. Podrick will be with Tyrion on the ground, Sansa and Arya will be watching from overhead. I will kill Stannis Baratheon while Major Karsi watches my back."

Tyrion raised his hand and gestured at Harry and Karsi's armor, "Are you not worried that you'll stand out in that?"

Harry and Karsi looked at each other before shrugging, "Stannis Baratheon is known as a front-line combat commander, we'll be right in between two armies trying to kill each other. The black will help us blend in." Harry looked out the window, "We have until the bells stop ringing in order get into position." He grabbed Karsi and they apparated away. Podrick and Arya went to go check the team's equipment leaving Sansa and Tyrion awkwardly standing at the table. Tyrion cleared his throat, "I understand we are to be married, my lady."

Sansa nodded, "We are, my lord."

"Lord Harry suggested that we might court one another before getting married. He is hoping that our relationship would improve as we get to know one another."

Sansa smiled, "I think he is right. After all, I have enjoyed our time together."

Tyrion blinked, "And, uh, I have as well. Would you be interested in a dinner together, after the battle?"

Sansa nods, "I would my lord." Arya walks over and hands her a bow, a quiver of arrows, a set of knives, and a thin sword. Podrick hands Tyrion his axe and a dagger. The two of them quickly attach the various weapons to the appropriate holsters. Sansa turns back to Tyrion and gently places her hand on his shoulder, "please stay safe, Lord Tyrion."

Tyrion takes her hand and looks into her eyes, smiling, "and you, Lady Sansa." Podrick gently clears his throat and gestures toward the door. They walk out into the Red Keep, through the castle and out into the city. Around them, civilians panicked and soldiers rushed to their posts. A bakery caught fire, and the whores were running out of one of Littlefinger's establishments. The group moved quickly and discreetly though the crowd. They eventually arrived at a bar where several Lannister troops were having a last drink before the war, including…

"Bronn!"

Bronn sauntered away from where he was facing off against Sandor Clegane and looked suspiciously at the group, "My Lord?"

Tyrion turned back toward the exit and started walking out, "Let's go, we cannot do this without you."

They continued to walk through the city. Most soldiers were running in the same direction they were walking. A few were running toward the Keep. As they got closer and closer to the walls the few civilians they came across were more and more frantic, trying to get away from the area that was about to be breached. Bronn headed out through the gates out to the shore of the bay, while the rest climbed the steps of the wall. Tyrion and Podrick moved to a raised position above the gate, next to the Captain of the Archers. Meanwhile, Arya and Sansa entered a nearby tower and climbed to the top, reaching it just as Joffrey and his party arrived.

Arya turned to Sansa, "I wish we could just kill him now."

Sansa looked at Arya out of the corner of her eye, before looking back down at Tyrion. Even from here she could see his frustration with his twice nephew "You know what he would say."

Arya cleared her throat, doing a passable impression of Lord Harry, "Everyone's death has a time and a place. It is neither his time or his place."

"Yep."

"Of course, he would decide what that time and place would be, I have a List you know."

"And he is an 8,000-year-old immortal with more sense than you will ever possess."

Arya looked up at her sister, "Or you."

Sansa nodded, once slowly, subconsciously rubbing the back of her head, "I don't deny it," she saw Tyrion throw a torch, "It's starting."

Arya looked out over the Bay, as green fire, bright as a second sun, lit up the night.

Meanwhile, down below

Tyrion risked a glance up at the top of the tower, where he saw his betrothed and her sister stunned by the sight. Wildfire was never something to be taken lightly. Tyrion had just ordered the deaths of thousands with a single strike. He shook his head, he needed to focus.

"Clegane, take Ser Lancel and lead a sortie. Kill anyone that makes it ashore. Podrick, get us reinforcements from the King's Gate." Both men nodded and left to comply.

As he saw the survivors in their longboats making their way ashore he turned to the Captain of the Archers, "fire at will."

The archers did so and the flaming arrows were shot into the night, raining terror upon the Baratheon army. Tyrion was shoved by Joffrey, he looked up at him, "Yes, your grace?"

"Have them fire faster."

It was times like this that he wished that he could just kill Joffrey and be done with it.

"They are firing as fast as they can your Grace."

Joffrey's reply is cut off by Lancel Lannister's scream as he is struck by an arrow. Tyrion watches as he races back through the city. Additionally, the Hound, scared of a burning man, withdraws the sortie back inside the gates. Tyrion smirks, just a little, as Stannis and his men gain a small foothold on the walls.

Stannis's Foothold

Stannis was proud of his men. Despite the Imp's trick, he had started taking the walls. His troops were fighting bravely. His personal guard had joined him on the wall and they were about to start taking the fight to the enemy, when suddenly, he heard swords being drawn behind him. He turned to see two solders, dressed in the blackest armor he had ever seen. It was so black that it seemed to absorb light. Upon closer inspection, he was surprised to see that one of them was a woman.

The man spoke, "Good evening, Throne Claimant Stannis Baratheon."

Stannis was confused by the odd phrasing, as well as the fact that they were calmly talking in the middle of a battle, "Good evening."

The man continues, "Please note that you have been determined to be unworthy to sit on the Iron Throne due to inappropriate religious practices involving human sacrifices."

Stannis replied, "The Iron Throne is mine by right of birth."

The woman replied, "The honorable Builders do not dispute that you are next in the current line of succession, however, you are still inappropriate for the role."

Something triggered a vague memory of his lessons with the maester growing up, "Builders?"

The man smiled, and introduced himself, "I am Lord Harry Potter, Builder of the Wall, Ruler of the Lands Beyond the Wall, Azor Ahai for all time. So, are we going to stand around here all night, or are we going to fight?"

Stannis raised his sword and started to roar as the two of them charged. He barely had a moment to block Potter's sword and recognize what was happening before the man next to him was killed by the woman. He quickly worked to counter Potter's pressing attack, but he simply could not keep up. Behind him he was aware of another of his guard dying. Then, his sword broke, he tried to rally with a stab, but ended up with a slash against his head. He stumbled to his knee as more of his guards behind him died. He tried to block Potter's downward slash, but failed and had his sword kicked out of his hand. Potter stabbed him in the throat. He could make out the words, "Godric Gryffindor" before falling backwards, As his life faded from him, he saw Potter speaking, oddly into a mirror, "All units, this is Lord Potter, Stannis Baratheon is dead. I repeat, Stannis Baratheon is dead, commence your attack on Dragonstone." Stannis's last thought was of his daughter and wife on the island. Then his very last thought was of Melisandre and her failure to see this.

Tyrion's Post

Even though Tyrion had heard about Stannis's death on his mirrored headset, it was clear that either Stannis's troops did not know, or would not stop fighting for some reason. Compounded by the defection of the Hound and Joffrey's retreat, they were somehow, still losing. Someone had brought up a battering ram and now they were battering away at the Mud Gate. Tyrion knew he had to keep them outside of the city, so his father could crush them. He briefly glanced back up at the Stark sisters in the tower above, before heading off the wall and into the courtyard. As he goes he calls, "Ser Mandon, Podrick, with me."

Once he reaches the courtyard, he shouts to the men, "I will lead the attack!" We will flank them through the tunnels and fuck them in the ass!"

He could hear the men trying to breach the gate.

"Stannis Baratheon is dead; his men just don't know it yet."

The gate cracked a bit.

"Don't fight for your king and don't fight for his kingdoms. Don't fight for honor. Don't fight for glory. Don't fight for riches, because you won't get any. This is your city Stannis means to sack. That's your gate he's ramming. If he gets in, it will be your houses he burns, your gold he steals, your women he will rape. Those are brave me knocking at our door. Let's go kill them."

The men cheered. Tyrion led them through the tunnels out to the beach. As a Baratheon man started climbing a ladder, Tyrion chopped his leg off. Tyrion shouted for his man to, "Attack!" and they did. They surrounded the battering ram and killed the men holding it. They stopped the men with the ladders and killed them. Tyrion's men cheered, "Halfman! Halfman!"

Then Tyrion saw thousands of disorganized Baratheon troops running toward them, "Oh, Fuck Me!" Over his communications mirror, he could hear Sansa shouting for him to get out of there. Then, the melee began.

Initially Tyrion acquit himself rather well. Until a Baratheon soldier with a mace knocked his ax out of his hands. Before a killing blow could be struck, Podrick promptly dispatched the soldier via decapitation. Then, unexpectedly Ser Mandon Moore slashed out with his sword, cutting him across the face. He could vaguely see Podrick stabbing him in the neck as he lost consciousness.

Sansa and Arya's Tower

Arya and Sansa had been firing off arrows like lemons in Dorne. They were doing their best to create a perimeter around Tyrion and Podrick, but there were so many Baratheons. Then Mandon Moore tried to kill Tyrion.

Sansa's eyes went wide. She froze for a moment, as she saw Tyrion fell. Her conversations with him, his kindness, his wisdom, flashed before her eye in a moment.

Then sprang into action. She turned to Arya, shouting, "Cover Me!" over the sounds of the battle, while practically hopping down the ladder. From there she ran to a nearby ladder on the wall, now abandoned by a dead group of Baratheon soldiers. A soldier that was approaching the ladder from the ground quickly found himself with an arrow in his eye. Sansa quickly climbed down and drew her thin sword. She shed her Lannister overcoat, leaving her in nondescript Valyrian chainmail. Using the confusion of the battlefield and her attire, she ran through the battlefield, quickly ending up where Podrick was standing over Tyrion unconscious form. While Podrick has tried to keep his true capabilities under wraps, he had picked up a second sword and was currently doing a very good impression of Ser Arthur Dayne. He didn't even look over to Sansa, asking, "what are you doing here?" As he stabs two Baratheon soldiers.

Sansa parries an attack from a different Baratheon soldier, while replying, "Helping you, we have to get him out of here."

Podrick decapitates the soldier Sansa was fighting with as he stabs another in a tendon before slicing an artery as the wounded solider took a knee, "No time, we need to treat him here. Tywin is minutes away. You'll have to treat him."

Two Baratheon soldiers are killed in short order by Arya's arrows, as Sansa says, "What?!"

"Under my cape, left rear pants pocket, grab the billfold."

As Sansa ducks under a sword intercepted by one of Podrick's she found herself briefly imagining the scolding Septa Mordane would have given her for the impropriety as she grabs the billfold out of Podrick's pocket. She is then sprayed by the gore of someone getting their throat cut out. Sansa knelt next to Tyrion and looked at the billfold. On the cover was a winged staff, surrounded by serpents. She flipped open the billfold and inside were a series of vials and a pocket filled with bandages and a cloth. "What do I do?"

Podrick had just finished a nice dual sword decapitation as he replied, "First on the left, pour it over the wound to disinfect it."

Sansa did and could see Tyrion's eyes briefly flash open from the pain, before becoming unconscious again. "Now what?"

"Second vial, dab a little bit on the wound with the white cloth to close it. But not too much, if it heals completely it will look suspicious."

The second vial was a brown liquid. She took the cloth in a pocket behind the vials and poured some of the liquid on it. She then dabbed it on the wound. The effect was almost instantaneous. The bleeding stopped and the open part of the wound closed slightly.

Podrick then told her, as they heard thundering hooves in the distance, "Last vial on the right, pour it in his mouth and it'll wake him right up." Sansa followed Podrick's instructions and Tyrion sat up, with smoke pouring out of his ears, and his eyes incredibly wide. He looked at Sansa, "Sansa?"

Recalling their many conversations, she chuckled and said, "Hello, Tyrion," She looked past him at the Lannister cavalry in the distance, "I need to go but you owe me a lot more than dinner," she gestured at Podrick, "him too." She then muttered, "I Serve the Builders," and disappeared as the portkey around her neck took her away.

Part Two: In the Silence of the Night

"All Units, this is Lord Potter, Stannis Baratheon is dead. I repeat, Stannis Baratheon is dead, commence your attack on Dragonstone."

BNS Durmstrang

Off the Coast of Dragonstone

"Colonel Orell, did you get that?"

Orell spoke into his mirror, "Aye, Builder General, our siege will begin momentarily."

Orell walked to the other side of the command bridge and pulled the shade from the lantern hanging there to signal the start of the bombardment. Orell was almost embarrassed to be given temporary command of the Durmstrang, the flagship of the Builder Navy. Traditionally the ship would be commanded by a Builder, but since none were available, it had fallen to him. While this meant that the more, magical, features of the ship were not available, it was still quite a ship. The Valyrian Class Dreadnought it was 210 feet long, and 60 feet wide, it was the epitome of what the Builders referred to as the 'Age of Sail.' The ship had a total of 140 Valyrian Canons spread across four decks. It was a floating fortress, but not designed for shore bombardment.

Hence the Bomb Ketches, which started bombarding the shoreline as soon as the signal was given. As they did, the Drumstrang sailed into the port, guns blazing, stirring up noise and confusion. Soon, the docks were cleared of a few guards running for their lives and the Drumstrang smoothly sailed into the harbor and started off loading troops.

Orell picked up his mirror, "Orell to Builder-General Dumbledore, diversion in progress, you may start your assault."

Dragonstone Floo Terminal

Dragonstone, Westeros

"Understood, Colonel, we are starting now, out." Aberforth deactivated the mirror and turned to Colonel Ygritte, "Ready?"

"Yes, Builder-General."

"Then let us begin." He drew his wand and vanished the wall that sealed the Floo terminal off from the rest of the castle. Then, they slowly walked into the castle. Ygritte's group went down toward the lower levels. They stealthily went through, stabbing the few guards that were not distracted by Orell's attack. As they went through, they cleared the various rooms of the castle, taking the surrendering servants back toward the Floo terminal, where still more soldiers poured into the castle. Finally, Ygritte came to the person she was looking for.

Shireen Baratheon was easy to identify, a young girl, with arrested greyscale covering part of her face. She was not cowering under her bed. Instead she calmly sat at her desk, writing a letter.

"Lady Shireen?"

Shireen looked up at Ygritte, keeping her face calm and placid, "Yes?"

Ygritte formally straightened up before bowing, "I'm Colonel Ygritte, Commander of the Snow Fox Division of the Army of the Builders of the Wall. In accordance with the tradition of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, you are hereby captured as a Hostage of High Birth until the end of hostilities and will be awarded the privilege and courtesy of your station. Please come with me."

Shireen nodded and quietly went with Ygritte before stopping, "Did you say Builders of the Wall?"

"Yes, my lady."

Shireen smiled, despite the circumstances, "Wow."

Meanwhile, Aberforth and his unit made their way up the Chamber of the Painted Table, killing the guards trying to get to Orell's distraction. They took the surrendering servants and moved them back toward the Dragonstone Floo, where reinforcements poured into the castle. When they came to the Chamber, they found it engulfed in darkness. As a strike of lightning flashed in the window, Aberforth could make out Melisandre in the window. He waved his troops back and sealed the door to the room.

The Red Priestess spoke, "The night is dark and full of terrors, you and your enemies shall fall before the might of my lord."

Aberforth smiled painfully at a long-forgotten memory, "Yet one can find happiness in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light."

"You blaspheme the Lord of Light?!"

Aberforth shot a bolt of fire out of his hand, lighting the fireplace, "No, Melisandre, born Melody, murderer and practitioner of necromancy. I am a Lord of Light. I am Aberforth of House Dumbledore, Builder of the Wall and Commanding General of the Armies of the Builders. I am 8,000 years old, we are the cornerstone of your corrupted beliefs. I demand you stand down in the name of justice."

Melisandre was furious, "I demand you die in the name of the Lord of Light."

She lifted her neck, and a beam of fire shot out of her necklace. Aberforth used his sword to reflect the beam back out toward sea. Then she thrust her hips twice, and two shadows emerged from under her dress. They flew toward Dumbledore, who calmly raised his hand and blasted them with a beam of pure light. Melisandre then raised her hand, and pulled a coil of fire out of the fireplace where it started to wrap around Dumbledore. Dumbledore flicked his wrist, calling his wand into his hand, he waved it in a long motion, and the flame untangled from him and vanished into stardust. He pointed his wand at Melisandre and fired a Blasting curse.

The curse hit Melisandre right in the neck, destroying her locket. He fired a second blast and Melisandre was blasted into pieces across the room. With another wave, those pieces floated close together, and a final wave vanished them into nothingness.

Aberforth walked back out into the hallway and back down through the secured castle. As he did various solders bowed toward him in respect, he had almost made it to Ygritte when someone dove at him screaming, "Die!"

The reaction of the solders surrounding your demigod/general was exactly what you would expect. Lady Selyse Baratheon died a quick death.

Builder General Dumbledore activated his micro communications mirror, "All Units, this is General Dumbledore, Dragonstone is ours, I repeat, Dragonstone is ours."

Meanwhile, in Kings Landing

Harry sat on his broom, overlooking the ships he had just cracked the keels of and the dead and dying men on the beach. He keyed his communication mirror.

"All Units, this is Lord Potter. Well done. Out."

He muttered to himself, "We won, but this is far from over."

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