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Author's Note: This story is a combination of the Comics, the Books, the Graphic Novels, the Light Novels, the Manga, the Anime, the Cartoons, the Video Games, the Trading Card Game, the Plays, and the Movies.
From the east coast of the Vale, the Fingers reach out into the Narrow Sea, five rocky peninsulas plagued by wind and rain, and barren to all but the hardiest of weeds. The ancestral home of House Baelish.
Our house began with my great-great-grandfather, a Braavosi sellsword who came to the Vale at the invitation of House Corbray. My great-grandfather raised himself to the status of hedge knight and even managed to acquire a bit of land and a keep on the smallest of the Fingers, though I do believe he missed sleeping under his titular hedges.
The only thing worse than owning a dreary and desolate land is owning only a small portion of it. Luckily, for my father he didn't spend much time there as a child.
During the War of the Ninepenny Kings (a cheap name for a cheap cause), while other men fought for the king, my grandfather fought to befriend Hoster Tully, Lord Paramount of the Trident and head of one of the oldest and greatest Houses in Westeros. Thanks to my grandfather's heroic efforts, Lord Hoster agreed to foster my father at Riverrun with his own children.
Until then, my father's whole world had been a small tower on the gull-stained rocks of the Fingers. But when he first saw the stone walls of Riverrun rising from the Trident, towering over him (back then he was a little more easily impressed), the boy in my father thought the gods themselves must live in such a place.
He soon learned otherwise. Lord Tully's son, my Uncle Edmure, was quick to ensure he would never forget himself in their House. He nicknamed him "Littlefinger," after his size and homeland, and the name was just cruel enough to stick.
His sisters, my mother Lysa and my Aunt Catelyn, made him a pawn in their kissing-game, traded back and forth between them for practice. Needless to say, he enjoyed spending time with them more than Uncle Edmure. As they grew older, the game began to change, as all games do. My mother Lysa grew more bold and Aunt Cat more demure.
When Lord Tully announced Aunt Cat's betrothal to what my father called a brute from the North, whom she'd never met, he realized her duty would outweigh any feelings he thought she had for him.
Fool that he was, my father challenged this Brandon Stark to a duel for her hand. He was a warrior. He was a boy. If Aunt Cat had not intervened, he would have killed my father and laughed over his corpse.
My father was given a fortnight to recover from his wounds. My mother Lysa helped care for him for the fortnight. During this time my mother became pregnant with me when she and my father slept together again.
For my father's insolence, Lord Tully banished him from Riverrun. No matter. My father had learned everything by then. He would fight his battles not with swords, but with wits, as few men could match him.
My mother named me Petyr after my father. I was sent to my father by my grandfather Lord Hoster with a wet nurse a few months after my birth. My mother had wanted to go with me so she could marry and be with my father, but Lord Hoster refused to send her with me.
Even then, House Baelish might have died out on the rocks of the Fingers. My father was once again a poor lord, with no allies and no prospects except, if he were lucky, a daughter of a middling merchant.
Then, opportunity arose. The Mad King executed that Brandon Stark and incited a rebellion. My father's old "friend", Lysa Tully, was married off to Jon Arryn, Lord of the Vale, to cement the alliance against the Iron Throne.
Bringing her within father's circle again, he quickly capitalized on their former "affection" and persuaded her to have him appointed as controller of customs at Gulltown, the Vale's greatest port.
Wars burn gold like wildfire. When father increased the port's income tenfold, her husband took notice of this lowly lord from the Fingers. And when the new and profligate King Robert needed a Master of Coin who could find gold where no one else could, why, Lord Arryn knew just the man.
Once House Baelish had no lands, no name, and no gold. Now we have quite a lot of each. What new rung will the new generation climb?
Let us not be hasty. We're not finished yet.
Author's Note: This is a Game Of Thrones Series, House Of The Dragon Series, Empire Of Ash Series, Bloodmoon Series, and A Song Of Ice And Fire Series crossover story idea that wouldn't leave me alone. Please review and tell me what you think of this story. Also everyone should check out the stories of PD31, OneHorseShay, Twilight Warrior 627, illusorygentleman, Mr. Chaos, Mrs. InsaneOne, Asaf, FanaticLAguy06, erttheking, Silently Watches, Psykic Ninja, Deus Swiftblade, SoraOblivion62, and Amiyrasmom. I also have two forums called Harry Potter Challenges and iCarly Challenges set up for the challenges I make so if you could please stop by those and take a look to see if one of the challenges interests you enough to do.
