SANSA

She was walking along the empty corridor. Everything around her was in a grey fog and she couldn't see anyone. Sansa felt that she had been walking around for hours in the fog when she saw a familiar face. The face was grey and long, and happiness filled Sansa´s very being at seeing it. She walked closer as luminescent amber eyes followed her.

Her Lady looked exactly like she remembered her. But as Sansa fell to her knees in front of her and tried to hug her close, her arms went through Lady. Her beloved direwolf gave a low whine.

Then Lady turned on her heel and walked over to the doorway. Just as she was about to walk through, she stopped and looked at Sansa. Lady looked like she wanted Sansa to follow her.

Sansa hurried to her feet and followed the direwolf though the corridors of Winterfell. As they got out of the castle, Sansa could see that the whole world was surrounded in the thick grey fog. But still Lady led her forwards. It didn't take long for Sansa to realize that she was being led to the godswood. Why was Lady leading her there?

They came to a stop in front of the great weirwood tree of the Winterfell godswood. Not for the first time, Sansa marveled at the beauty of the weirwood tree. It stood tall and the face adorning it was crying it´s red sap. Red five-pointed leaf's swayed in the nonexciting wind.

She had come very familiar with the godswood in Winterfell, in the last four months. After Jon had been sent back to the wall, she came her and sat in front of the Weirwood tree like he had so often done. The hole he had left in heart was still a gaping wound that Sansa knew that would never heal.

"Hello, Sansa Stark." She turned at the voice that came from behind her. The owner of the voice was small. So small that she could have been mistaken for a child. The small creature was undoubtedly female, judging by her figure and stance and her eyes were double the size of any human eyes. The girl was dressed in leather and leaf´s and she had adorned twigs and feathers in her hair.

"Are you a child of the forest?" Sansa asked. The girls moss green eyes flashed with mischief.

"No, but we made them." What had made the children? Sansa asked herself. The answer could only be one thing.

"Are you one of the old gods?" The creature that Sansa had mistaken for one of the children of the forest nodded her head.

"Yes, I am one of who you call the old gods." Its voice sounded like a gentle breeze running through the leaf´s of a tree. "I have come with an offer for you, Sansa of House Stark." Now this was interesting.

"How do I even know that you are who you say you are?" Sansa had been fooled enough times to just trust anyone to be honest about who they were.

But the girl just giggled. "You know, that is the same thing Jon of house Targaryen asked our brother…more or less." Jon? Jon had meet one of the old gods? But the girl just giggled again. "You will see the proof of who I am, soon enough. But first I would like to explain somethings to you."

"What things?" Sansa stood straighter and tried her best to carry herself like the Queen she was.

"We are going to send your consciousness back into your younger body. So you can help the prince that was promised fulfil his destiny." Sansa wasn't sure if she had heard the creature right. They wanted her to do what? Before she could demand an explanation, the girl continued.

The girl explained to Sansa what had happened to Jon, how both she and so many others had been played by the thing occupying her brother's, Bran´s body. How the thing had been feeding of Jon´s magic and how he had planned all along to take the Iron throne for his own.

Sansa remembered that she had spent hours talking with what she had thought was Bran. What had been lies? What had been the truth?

The small creature that claimed to be one of the old gods just stared at her in silence.

"So, you are telling me that you intend to send me back in time, to help Jon take back his birthright and help him defeat not only the Baratheons and the Lannisters but also the Others."

The creature nodded her head. "More or less, yes, that is what we plan on doing. Now I know you really don't believe me to be telling you the truth of who I am, but when you wake up in your childhood bed, you will know that I spoke the truth." With that the girl raised her hand and placed two of her three fingers on Sansa´s forehead and the world went dark.

She woke up slowly, she could feel the warmth and comfort laying there, and she didn't want to get up. Sansa´s eyes flew open as she remembered her dream. It had been such a strange dream; she couldn't remember ever having a dream like it. The closest thing she could remember was her dreams of being inside Lady as she hunted with her siblings, when she had been alive.

She looked around her room, and sure enough, it was her childhood bedroom. Sansa looked down on her body and to her shock it was a body of a seven-year old. She rushed over to her looking glass and stared at herself in disbelieve. Sansa looked exactly like she had when she had as a child, right down to the chubby cheeks.

Then the realization hit her like a brick. Her family was alive and well. She could see her parents again, her brothers and sister. She gave a small laugh of happiness; she could see them all again. But then she remembered what the girl had told her, Jon was here too, and he remembered. Her stomach started to do flips. Sansa had thought that she would never see him again after the thing that was in Bran had banished him to the wall.

Now that she was in her childhood bedroom, she couldn't help but to believe the girl that called herself one of the old gods. Sansa had spent four horrible months thinking on everything that had happened and to her it didn't make any sense. But she could worry about that later, she had to find Jon and talk to him.

She found her robe and put it on and hurried out of her room. She was running silently though the corridors. It took her a moment to realize that there was no one around so it must have been an early morning.

She arrived at his room, that was located far from everybody else in the castle. She didn't know where his room had been when she was a child, she had never bothered. It hadn't been until they had taken Winterfell back when she learned that he had been alone in this part of the castle, and she could still feel the shame. How could she not have bothered? How could she have been so mean to Jon and Arya? She knew that a lot of the childhood rivalry between the Stark sisters had come about, because of Septa Mordane. The Septa had always praised Sansa for every little thing and belittled Arya for breathing. And in Sansa´s spoiled mind, it had meant that it was alright to mock Arya and tease her. But she couldn't place all the blame on the Septa, Sansa knew that she was responsible for her own actions and now she would start by making up for them.

Sansa knocked on Jon´s door and waited for him to open it. It didn't take very long for the door to open, but to Sansa, it felt like an eternity.

And there he was, he was much younger than last time she had seen him. The last time they had been together they had been on the docks of king´s Landing, saying goodbye to one another. He had looked haggard after the imprisonment by the unsullied and he had been wearing all black like the brothers of the nights watch. But still, Sansa had never seen a more handsome man in her life as Jon would be when he grew up again.

But now he was around ten-years old with no beard and no scars. But his eyes were old, and they had seen much. "Jon, I am so glad you are here." He furrowed his brow as she half said, and half cried her greeting to him. But he didn't get any time to answer her or ask her any questions, as she leapt into him and threw her arms around his neck. She could feel his arms hug her around her middle. He must have realized that she remembered too.

This is where she wanted to be, in his arms. And she would be damned it the dragon queen got her claws in him again.

She didn't know how long they stood there hugging each other in his doorway, but all to soon they let each other go. Jon ushered her into his room and closed the door after her.

"I can´t believe you are here." His smile threatened to split his face, she had never seen him smile so brightly before. She could see the echoes of his adult self in the child´s face he had on now.

"I can hardly believe that I am here myself. But I am glad, we can protect our family now." He nodded.

"Aye, we have already started working on strengthening the North for when the army of the Dead arrives and when we need to take the Iron Throne." His words made Sansa stop. We? Who was we?

"Is there someone else that has their memories Jon?" He nodded.

"Aye, your father had his memories before me." That would make thing much easier for them. If they had the Lord of Winterfell on their side, they could convince the north to follow Jon. And it was good that they had started their preparations.

She thought back to the last few days and she could see the difference between memories. It seemed that a few days ago, both Jon and her father had changed. But it was much more apparent in Jon than her father.

Jon had always been serious and more than a little broody but now he had become a master swordsman overnight and had taken to his new studies like a fish to water. For that Sansa was glad. A good king needed to be informed and well read.

"Is there anyone else?" She had to know.

"No not that I know of. But we must be careful, Uncle and I agreed that we shouldn't tell anyone that we have memories of a former life, people will think us mad." She agreed with that assessment, no one had to know anything.

"There is something else you have to know." She looked at Jon as he said that. He looked very serious and a little guilty as he had spoken. "When I was brought back, I was given instructions on what I had to do."

He shifted from one foot to the other as he spoke. "I had to hatch three dragon eggs so that we have a chance against the dead and so that we can claim the Iron Throne." He spoke so fast that Sansa almost missed what he had said. Did Jon say he had three dragons?

Before Sansa could ask him, she heard chirping. She looked to the bed, where the sound had come from. And from underneath it came two familiar colored dragons and one that she had never seen before, he was the color of cream and gold. But this time they were much, much smaller than she had seen them when Jon and Daenerys had ridden the green one and the black one just before the battle against the dead.

"They are mine." Jon said in a strong voice. "They will listen to me and no one else I swear. Daenerys Targaryen will not get her hands on them I promise." Even though his voice was strong and clear now, she could still hear the fear behind it.

She didn't say anything, she just walked over to him and gave him a hug. Of course, she trusted Jon with his new dragons. He had never been the one to burn down everything in a fit of madness. She knew in her heart that Jon was not the kind of person.

"I have something else I want to show you." He was much calmer now that he had been before.

"Do you have more dragons under your bed?" Her tone was teasing. But Jon just gave her a smile and said nothing as he knelt down and dragged a long chest from under the bed.

The little dragons scrabbled out of the way and Sansa moved closer to Jon to see what was inside the chest. He opened the chest, and in it lay the most beautiful sword Sansa had seen. A valyrian steel sword that shone in the light of the fireplace. The hilt was a deep black and on the pommel was a large ruby the size of a hen´s egg and the cross guard was made in the shape of two roaring dragons.

Blackfyre.

The name echoed inside of her mind as she stared in wonder at the sword of kings. "Where did you get it? It has been lost since the days of Aegon the unworthy."

"It was put under my bed when I arrived." Sansa sat down on the bed. The sword was a boon that was for sure. There were many that would look at the sword and see it as the symbol of the Targaryen rule. The sword was as much of a symbol to the Targaryens as their dragons. after they had become extinct, it was the sword that had served as the symbol of Targaryen strength and their right to rule. And now Jon had three dragons and the sword.

It would be hard for Robert Baratheon and the Lannisters to go against Jon now.

As Sansa sat on the bed, the dragons had moved closer and they had started to sniff at her night gown.

"Have you thought of names for them yet? Or are you going to let them keep the names they had in last life?"

Jon shook his head. "I will not have them use the names they had in last life, I don't what them to have the names Daenerys gave them, nor do I much care for my Targaryen uncle or my aunt´s dead husband." He was silence for a moment. "I think I have found names that I can use."

He sat down beside her. "I think that I will name the cream and gold one Illyrion, after the valyrian city that was destroyed long before the freehold was great. The green and bronze one, I named Earendil, that is the name for one of the brightest stars in the sky, in valyrian. The black and red one, I decided to call Algernon."

"You named a large black dragon after a small white mouse?" She asked with a laugh. Jon laughed with her and nodded.

"I thought it was fitting." They laughed together, and for a moment everything was all right with the world.

Then they heard a knock on the door. Jon jumped off his bed and kicked the chest under it and the dragons rushed after it.

Then he made his way to the door and opened it. In the doorway stood her father. He looked just like she remembered him. Tall and strong, with his dark hair tied behind his head and on his face, he had his neatly trimmed beard.

Before anything could be said or her father could tell them the reason why he was here, she ran over to him and jumped into his arms. She was so glad to see him again.

"Sansa what are you doing here, I have been looking all over for you. Your mother has been so worried for you when your maid came to wake you, you weren't in your room." She hadn't realized before but there were tears running down her face.

"Father, I remember." She had never seen anyone lose the color in their face so fast.

"I am sorry Sansa." He looked so sad that it almost broke her heart. But this brought another question to her mind. How much did he know about what had happened to her?

She turned to face Jon, who was very interested in his feet at the moment. So, he had told her father what had happened to her. She really couldn't blame Jon, in all honestly, she was glad that she didn't have to tell her father, her story herself. It was too painful.

She put on her brave face that she had gotten used to wearing around people. "It doesn't matter, now I should go back to my room and change into something more appropriate."

She glanced at Jon when she said that, and she could see him start blushing. Even though they were children, they knew now that they weren't siblings and therefore it was inappropriate for Jon to see Sansa in her nightgown. But the blush that lit up his face was worth it.

With those parting words she strutted out of the room and went to her own room to chance. She entered her room and found her handmaiden looking very frightened. "Is everything alright?" Sansa asked the young girl. Her handmaid looked at Sansa and she could see the relief flood her face.

"My lady I was very worried, I thought you had been kidnapped." Sansa couldn't help but to raise an eyebrow.

"You thought that I was kidnapped from my own father´s castle?" the girl blushed, and Sansa just shook her head. "Well, let´s just get ready for the day."

The girl nodded eagerly as she rushed to help Sansa get dressed for the day. Sansa was not happy with the dress that the girl had picked out but said nothing. The dress was a pale pink and was made from an expensive material that Sansa had favored as a child. She had long since stopped wearing so expensive clothing and preferred the usual northern style dresses. They were a lot more practical than the ones that Sansa owned.

She would have to change that, it wouldn't do to have such horribly impractical clothing here in the north, she would freeze if she tried to do anything.

She hurriedly got dressed and went down to break her fast.

JON

Meeting his cousin Sansa and finding out she had her memories restored, was a shock to say the least. Of all the things he expected to happen when he opened the door, this was not one of them. But he was very glad. He still couldn't believe it, he thought to himself as he walked down to the great hall.

He felt now they really stood a chance at winning this. Sure, having dragons and his uncle Ned was a boon. But he felt much better knowing that Sansa was here, she had seen the army of the dead, she knew the players in the game of thrones, and she knew how to play it. He could learn a lot from her.

He was also happy that she had seen the dragons and she still didn't hate him. There had been a nagging doubt that she would see him as another mad Targaryen. Jon knew logically that she wouldn't judge him by the actions of Daenerys, but he couldn't help it. He had felt such fear when he showed her the dragons, but he knew that he couldn't keep them a secret, not from her.

He entered the great hall and saw that his family was already there. The only thing out of place was that Sansa was being scolded by her mother, though she didn't seem all that bothered by it. Arya however was gleeful; she had never seen Sansa being taken to task by their mother before and she was probably enjoying the moment to the fullest now.

Jon sat down in his seat beside Robb, who was also watching his sister being scolded with great interest.

Jon said nothing as he sat down and went to find his food. After a little while lady Catelyn stopped scolding her daughter and let her start on her breakfast. That is when his uncle decided to address them all.

"Sansa, I have something to tell you." The man seemed a little nervous, but not at taking to Sansa but he was casting nervous glances at his wife. Sansa on the other hand looked at her father in interest.

"I have decided that you will be attending lessons with the boys and you shall also be attending their training in the yard." This statement was met with silence. Then both Arya and Robb exploded. "WHY DOES SHE GET TO LEARN HOW TO USE A SWORD BUT NOT ME!"

"SHE IS A GIRL, AND GIRLS DON'T USE SWORDS!"

They were both shouting at their father. "ENOUGH" The lord of Winterfell´s voice carried very well in the great hall. The hall had fallen silent.

Their father had never before raised his voice at his children. "Sansa will learn how to use a sword and, in a year, so shall you Arya." This made the young girl smile so brightly that she could have lit the whole great hall by herself. Robb on the other hand looked even more put out.

"But father-." The heir to Winterfell was interrupted by his father.

"Robb, this has nothing to do with you. They will learn how to handle weapons like so many ladies of the north before them, they will also be attending all the lessons you attend, and I will not hear more about this. Am I understood?" His voice was firm, and he gave no room for the young lord to protest.

Robb pouted and nodded solemnly. Jon thought his cousin looked like his father had denied him everything he had ever wanted. Jon had to hold in his laugh at the poor boy's misery.

As soon as the meal was over, the young lord rushed out of the hall with Theon hot on his heels. Jon decided to talk to his uncle before training.

Jon could see that his uncle was talking quietly with lady Stark. He couldn't help but to notice that she didn't seem very mad, a little but Jon figured that she wasn't very happy about her daughters learning how to fight. In the south it was frowned upon that girls should learn how to defend themselves. Well, everywhere but Dorne. But here in the north is wasn't that uncommon that women learned how to fight.

The women of bear island had been helping to fight the ironborn invaders for centuries, and with great result. So, he really didn't understand why Robb was so mad that his sisters would learn how to defend themselves.

Jon himself had met women that fought just as well, and in some cases better than any man. His cousin Arya and Brienne of Tarth for example were both fierce warriors that could easily take down any man that stood in their way.

Jon noticed that his uncle was done talking to his wife, so he walked over.

"I think you, Sansa and I need to take later this evening, Lord Stark." Jon stated. The man nodded his head and said. "After dinner."

EDDARD

Jon and Sansa entered his solar. It was strange watching them together. They looked much closer than they had been the day before.

Ned had been so confused at finding Sansa in Jon´s room this morning. But he had gone there to get him to help with the search for Ned´s daughter, but there had been no need for that after he had entered the room.

They had never been very close when they were younger and seeing them now was surreal for him. They tried to behave like they had before, but there was something different about how they behaved now.

Jon and Sansa sat down in front of him. "Now, was there anything you wanted to speak to me about?" Jon nodded his head. Whatever the boy wanted to talk to him about was serious indeed. Ned saw Sansa reach her hand out and took Jon´s hand in her own. The gesture was innocent enough sure, but it made Ned feel a little uneasy.

"Uncle." His nephew brought him out of his thoughts. "I think you should tell lady Catelyn that my mother is dead." That statement was followed by silence. Why was the boy bringing that up now?

"And may I ask what that would accomplice?" His voice was a lot harsher than he intended.

"Father, you do realize that the reason my mother lashes out in anger at Jon is because she is hurting. She probably thinks that Jon´s mother is in Wintertown and maybe one day you will come home one day with another babe to raise here. But if you tell her and swear to her that Jon´s mother is dead, then that might help her get some closure on the subject. You have to understand that she lives in constant fear of an unknown woman, that does not exist."

Ned sighed; he knew Sansa was right. He was hurting the woman he loved. Perhaps it was time to tell her at least that Jon´s mother was dead and never coming back.