Desert of Dorne, Bandit Camp, Post Battle

Sirius

'That was remarkably easy, should have been harder. Then again it was a smart plan that caught them by surprise.' Sirius thinks to himself. Sirius was truly proud of Harry. It was inevitable, especially since he was the boy's Godfather. The most surprising thing that happened however was Jon Arryn showing up and going along with Harry's plan. The old man was a veteran of was and was more than willing to follow a fifteen year olds plan.

Sirius will never forget the screams or the smell of blood, he'd killed before but never had he been a mere witness to slaughter. He'd seen carnage after Death Eater raids but it was never this bad. Very rarely were people left alive, even rarer was the dead that had been hit with anything other than the killing curse. But this, this was brutal. There were men, one their own side, who looked to truly enjoy the killing. Like the Death Eaters. Thankfully these ones don't have magic, not that he'd say anything. He has some self preservation after all.

Now that the fight is over and everyone's had their fill of looting they were making their way back to their own camp, Prince Oberyn and Jon Arryn discussing matters that don't make much sense to Sirius, he doesn't care though. He just needs to keep empowering that Grimoire. It was tiring but would be well worth it, hundreds if not thousands of spells, dozens if not hundreds of potions, all of which would make him and Harry a powerhouse back in their world, but here? They'd be a complete game changer. No one could stop them. They wouldn't even need the support of the Martells, some of the spells, in both the Black and Potter Grimoire, were designed to; build walls that could rival Tory and castles that would be as difficult to conquer as Conwy Castle (a Potter creation) or Spiš Castle (a Black creation). It would be well worth it though, even if it's not built here, they could always go to Essos or even somewhere else in Westeros.

Harry

'That was horrifying. Even fighting Voldemort after watching Cedric get killed was better. Fighting a basilisk was better. It didn't scream. It didn't smell of burning flesh.'

Harry was disgusted. He saw Sirius wasn't much better. He noticed Jon Arryn and Prince Oberyn weren't much better. Maybe that's the wrong choice of words. They weren't disgusted, more resigned to it. Like it was something they did with regularity. Granted it was, especially here, in a time like this where it was so easy to do things of the like.

Harry jogs to catch, Sirius who was a few dozen paces ahead of him. When Harry catches up to Sirius he asks him, "Alright Padfoot?" Sirius looks startled and replies after a few seconds, "Yeah kiddo, I'm fine. What about you? First time you've ordered people killed."

Harry just sighs, "You're right, it is the first time I essentially ordered people killed. I didn't enjoy it but if I've learnt anything here, it's that you've gotta do what has to be done. Whether you enjoy it or not."

"You're not wrong kid. Did I ever tell you the first time you dad ever gave the order?" Harry shakes his head. "It was a Death Eater training raid near Chepstow in Wales. What you need to know first, is that on 'training raids' a more seasoned DE would go with the new recruits. This one had three. Lucius Malfoy, Fenrir Greyback and Antonin Dolohov. Three people who up to when we went through the Veil, were Voldemort's top Death Eaters. Dolohov was a world class duelist, about seventy percent of his opponents were killed. You already know Mlfoy is an ass. Greyback is a werewolf, the one that bit Moony actually. He'd deliberately go to houses that had children to infect them. He's the werewolf who proves all the stereotypes right, a legitimate monster."

"How is he still alive?"

"He ran. Like a lot of DEs he ran and took his 'pack' with him. The short of it is that when your dad, Remus, Moody, me and a few other order people showed up, there were already spells flying. Greyback was leading a few of his new 'packmates', Malfoy and Dolohov were showing the newest DEs the ropes. It wasn't good, a few seconds after we got there, your dad had already told us to put 'em down hard. Unfortunately we didn't get Malfoy, Dolohov or Greyback, however, very few Death Eaters and werewolves got away that day. James was a wreck for about a month, don't think he left the house for anything in that time. So that's the story, making that call isn't something you will like to do, but sometimes, it's necessary."

"You've...given me a lot to think about Sirius, thanks. You think they could be here? Like this is where the dead in our world end up?"

"Maybe kid, maybe."

Ulthos

Whipping winds. Screeching birds. Magic in abundance. An uninhabited island awakening. First the First men. Brave men but men too harsh for the land. Then the Andals. Foolish men, forsaking magic and condemning others for having it. Then the Valryians. A twisted people who felt the untapped potential of the land, they however were not worthy to claim it, wishing to use it to further their conquest. Whoever wakes it now will do it at their own peril.

Wildlife unseen, thought extinct returns. Plants growing in abundance and stronger than ever before. Yes the island is truly waking up. Pity the man who chooses to fight the master of Ulthos, for they won't last long.

Winterfell

It wasn't fair. Jon just wanted to go with his father, Ned Stark and his brother, Robb Stark. Lady Stark wouldn't let him however. She was afraid he'd hurt Robb or something of the like. Which is completely preposterous, Jon loves his family, he'd never try to hurt Robb. Except when training, but that's because he wants to win. Now though Jon was stuck listening to Maester Luwin talk about Stark Lords long since past. Not even the really interesting ones like Cregan Stark or Theon Stark, The Hungry Wolf. instead he was learning about the ones who ruled for a year then died or the ones who did nothing noteworthy. All because Catelyn Stark was scared he'd usurp Robb.

When Maester Luwin finally let Jon go after two full hours, he instantly went to the training yards to seek out Ser Rodrik. He didn't have to look long because in front of new recruits was Ser Rodrik, covered in boiled leather with furs for warmth yelling out orders and instructions for them to follow. "RIGHT SLASH, LEFT, STAB. DON'T STOP MOVING, IF YOU STOP, YOU DIE. ELKHEART DON'T FUCKING STOP YOU CUNT!" That was when he noticed Jon.

"Lad what are you doing out here? I thought you had lessons with Luwin." Rodrik asked.

"Finished the lessons Ser, was wondering if I could do some training. Robb and father aren't here."

"Ahh that explains it then, very well, come on." Jon grins and follows the grizzled old Master-at-Arms to get padded armour on and a practice sword.

Once Jon was kitted out Ser Rodrik brought him to the practice ring and told him to get into position. Jon stood with his feet shoulder width apart and was holding his sword with two hands.

"Right lad, we're going to go over the basics, start with slashes going left to right, repeat it ten times." So Jon started, left, right, left, right. He continued until he did ten on each side.

"Now, you never want to be put on the defensive but if you are never stop moving, if you're fighting more than one person, keep them in your line of sight at all times, even better, try and keep your opponents between each other. It's easier to fight a group of people who can't swing without the risk of hitting each other. What we're going to work on is training strikes, overhand slash, use the momentum of your strikes and use the gaps your enemy leaves. If your overhand slash gets blocked, come up from the bottom, if that gets blocked or even if it hits, come in from the side, finish it with a stab. Understand?"

Jon nods, Ser Rodrik continues, "Right for this drill you'll have an overhand slash, uppercut slash, take your pick from left or right, then finish with a stab. We'll do it ten times with direction. If you hit me, I'll convince your father to let you start other lessons with weapons."

Jon was ecstatic, he'd get more weapons training. It was the one thing that Lady Stark couldn't stop, his father would force the issue, he'd certainly allow it if Ser Rodrik thought he was good enough, surely.

The first five attempts were Jon getting used to the strikes, from each side. Then he started trying to hit Rodrik. He wasn't very successful. Then it happened. He just got so angry and on his last try it happened.

Overhand slash, Rodriks eyes widen a bit he's shocked and a bit rocked, uppercut slash, Rodriks sword bucks up, slash from the right and a sharp stab both hit. Jons breathes heavily and calms down, then he notices it. Everyone in the yard is staring at him, then Rodrik laughs, loudly. "Lad, you really wanted that extra instruction huh? Hahahaha" Jon just blushes and giggles.

Ned and Robb

They'd been out in the wolfs wood for about a week, hunting and bonding. Well not much hunting, mainly camping with Ned doing a bit of hunting, but Robb had learnt to skin game. It was some of the most fun Robb had in a long time and it was some of the most enjoyable time Ned has had since before the rebellion. Though they both wished Lady Stark allowed Jon to come, it just wasn't as fun as it could be, nor was it what it was supposed to be. For Robb it was meant to teach him to help wherever he could and for Ned, well Ned was planning on telling Jon who his mother was...and his father. Alas, it will have to wait.

The sun had started to set when Ned and Robb set up their camp. They hadn't found any game but they still had enough dry rations to last a full turn of the moon. Ned had set about setting up the shelters and Robb had gone off to find some kindling. Robb found a full arm full of kindling, when he heard a stick snap to his left and he froze. Slowly looking towards the sound he saw a sight that chilled his blood. A wildling with a wild hair and a scruffy beard, standing nearly as tall as his father but more muscular. At the Wildling's hip on the right side was a poorly maintained bronze war axe and on the left, a simple stone knife.

Robb exhales, his heart racing. The Wildling leers at him and chuckles lowly. "Yer in the wron' place 'ere boy. Shouldn' a come 'ere. Now I'll make sure ya don't return." The Wildling hefts his axe and advances.

White Harbour, New Castle

Daenerys

Dany was worried. Lord Manderly had been perfectly kind to her, he acted a little tense around her but he'd been nice. The servants hadn't. They'd said all kinds of nasty things when they thought she couldn't hear them. About how she was as probably as mad as her father and that Lord Eddard will probably execute her as soon as he sees her. When Dany asked Lord Wyman he said it was because they were scared of what she represented. An era of madness and if what she had heard was true, Vissy was an exact replica of their mad father. That barely anyone, if anyone at all, would relish him on the Throne.

Dany was also scared. She remembered what Vissy had told her about the Starks.

'When we go back to our home, sweet sister, we'll punish all who dared to rise against the dragon. From the usurping Baratheons to the treacherous Starks to the cowardly Lannisters. All will bow to the dragon in the end. ALL OF THEM!'

If what she had heard here was true though, no one would be happy to see her brother, no one would be happy to see her. She could very well die here. She was afraid but felt strangely free, Viserys wasn't here to be mean to her, though Ser Willem wasn't here to find her sweets. Nor was Ser Willem here to tell her stories of her muña and her eldest lēkia. She did however get to see more places and she always liked to see new people. Except when Viserys was around, then she couldn't speak to them.

Wendel was nice too, and his friends. They played games with her. Games like Hide n Seek, Dany was really, really good at that. Sometimes they had to enlist guards in their search for her. Then she was told not to climb the castle. Dany thinks they're just jealous of her supreme hiding ability.

Desert of Dorne, Arryn/Martell Camp

Jon Arryn

Jon was...surprised. The older man, Sirius, is seven and thirty or as Sirius calls it, thirty seven. The man wasn't squeamish and had apparently been training his nephew. Young Harry may not have been a master swordsman or tactician but he was capable, especially for his age, five and ten or as they call it, fifteen. Even Oberyn was surprised. When he found out that the young man had been trained by a man called Athen however, he lost all surprise and muttered "Of course."

Jon was confused until it was explained to him then he understood. Athen was a veteran of the Ninepenny Kings war. An impressive one at that, he was honoured by Aerys and the Martells. The man could have got a small hold in most of Westeros.

It was always surprising when, essentially, a child thought of things grown men either didn't think of or outright dismissed. Young Harry seems to be a clever lad, Oberyn seems to think he's a rather fast thinker in times of stress. The boy's Uncle, Sirius, claims that he's one of the fastest thinkers he knows, that if the pressures on the boy works even better. Granted, he may be a bit biased. Jon likes Harry, he reminds him of a young Eddard, quiet and brooding, hesitant to kill or order men killed, serious and steady when need be but free with a smile for those he trusts.

Sirius on the other hand reminds him of Robert. Not in a bad way, just that he's loud, always with a smile, a joke and terribly quick to anger. One of Jon's own men made a snide comment about taking orders from the boy and Sirius erupted, cursing him out, insulting his heritage and making threats that made even Oberyn shiver. Needless to say that when Harry's plan was a massive success that soldier was thoroughly embarrassed, then he proceeded to apologise to Sirius in private.

Camp in General

The mood in the camp was celebratory, no one died and we got rid of the raiders. Prince Oberyn was happy because his sister and her family were finally 'home'. The only person not celebrating with everyone was Harry, so Jon Arryn set out to find him and congratulate him.

When he found him he found the boy sitting on a camp stool staring off into the distance with a mug of ale. Jon wasn't really concerned, he'd just commanded a lot of people killed, Jon remembered his first command. Harry was taking it well so far.

"Lad, are you okay?"

"Yes Lord Jon, just...just in my own head. I ordered the men killed, you know. It just doesn't feel good knowing that I took away someone's son, brother, father or husband."

"Aye I do know the feeling. I felt the same when I gave the order the first time, then my uncle spoke some words of wisdom to me, still didn't make me feel great about it but it took most of the edge off. You wanna know what he told me?" Harry just nods. "He said, 'Jon you may have given the order but you know what, those men we had to kill, they'd done the same. Except they did it for fun, pleasure and money. You did it because of duty and it was right. You've avenged someone's father, son, husband and brother. You did what needed to be done. If you hadn't, they'd have gone out and kept killing innocent people. There's a fine line between murder and justice, never stray from it lad.'

"You know the moral of that story Harry? That sometimes what needs to be done isn't fun, there's little if any glory in but it needs to be done. You understand?"

Harry nods, asking, "Lord Jon, does it ever get easier?"

"Aye, when you've seen too much you just don't think about it. You know, a while ago I had two wards. Eddard Stark and Robert Baratheon. You remind me of Ned a lot. You're both quiet and brooding, good men though. Both willing to do what needs to be done, even if you don't agree with it. Your uncle though, that man reminds me of all the good parts of Robert. Quick to laugh, always smiling. Steadfastly loyal to his friends and those he sees as family. A good and solid man. Unfortunately Robert lost some of his goodness with the crown. You've probably heard about what he said about the dead Targaryen children? I was so close to leaving him to run the realm by himself, so close to putting Ned on the Throne. I didn't. Sometimes I wonder. What if? Well no point in wondering anymore. What's done is done and I can't change it. I can only work to better the Realm. Well, I hope I've given you something to think about Harry, and you can call me Jon lad." Jon said with a smile before walking off to the camp.

Harry thought about what Jon said for a while before coming to a conclusion; He was right. It was necessary but he will never relish killing a man, or having one killed.

That was when he decided it, one day he and Sirius, they'd go North. They'd meet this honourable Eddard Stark. They'd decide his goodness for themselves.

Casterly Rock, Westerlands

Tywin Lannister's Solar

Tywin was pissed. Matter of fact that was an understatement. Cersei had just written him complaining about Robert and Stannis Baratheon conspiring to foster her precious Joffrey. That, however, isn't what pisses Tywin off though. The fact that Robert wants Eddard Stark to foster him does. The fact that Stannis wants Mace Tyrell to foster him is even worse. The stories from Kings Landing about the boy are bad. Torturing small animals, killing his brothers fawn and harassing his siblings. The boy was simply a menace. He'd even welcome Stark's discipline to get him in line, not that Tywin would admit that, to anyone, ever.

Kings Landing

Tower of the Hand

Stannis was surprisingly happy, Jon Arryn had recommended him to be the temporary Hand while he was cleaning Robert's mess. Robert had agreed, that was a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. Now all that was left was to do something that he agreed with Jon Arryn and Eddard Stark had to happen. A price on Gregor Clegane. Two hundred thousand dragons sounds fair. Stannis even knows how to get Robert to agree.

Throne Room

It was one of the days Robert actually chose to do his work as King. He was even in a good mood until Stannis arrived looking as grim as ever.

"Robert, we need to discuss something." Stannis started. "Before he left Lord Jon had a few things he'd like me to try and accomplish. One of them Eddard wrote to me about. You're not going to like it."

"Well what the fuck is it Stannis, don't just stand there, spit it out already." Robert replied lazily but with a tint of annoyance.

"The bounty of Clegane's head." Robert stared at him for a few moments before his face started going red. "Before you explode Your Grace, this isn't for what he did to Elia and her children, even though Eddard wishes it were. This is for crimes he committed in the Riverlands. Murder and rape."

Robert's face had lost most of it'd red tint and looked to be nearly being completely calm before Stannis continued. "The Lord Hand believes a further reward for the man who kills Clegane, a Knighthood or if he is already a knight, a full suit of armour, a horse from the Royal Stables and finally, a sword from the Royal armoury. Not from yours however. From Aerys', from what Jon said it hasn't been touched in years."

Robert was slowly nodding his head before he agreed. Stannis was leaving before he heard. "Stannis, you've done good work. Make the bounty five hundred thousand instead of two though." Stannis was surprisingly proud.

Death's Plateau

Death

Death enjoyed watching his little human, he was a curious little thing. So full of life and magic. He was bringing it back and awakening regions long since cursed, granted, they were cursed by Death himself. His old friend was curious, for different, less interesting things though. He can turn into a dog? Wicked. He is making a book full of magic spells? Even better. However the best part? He's a warrior wizard. More importantly, he's the warrior wizard who's training the little wizard. He likes that. Big wizard is helping Death's wizard. Perhaps he should be rewarded?

New Gods

There's nothing here, almost as though they don't exist and never have.

A/N: it's really, realllllly late. Sorry just got a new job and didn't really have the drive to do this and that at the same time. Hopefully there's more updates in the future. Every single castle mentioned in this chapter is real, google them. Ulthos is a real island in GoT. as always, leave a review and leave suggestions.

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