Mrs. J.K., Mr. Martin, English is a bloody complicated language… still it is easier than Chinese I am told, I can only do my best with my grammar because I haven't got the budget for the full version of Grammarly. I am grateful my readers point out the worst crimes against their language, so I can correct them. Meh, I do this for fun and for free.

Previous:

The prince rode home with a pout, Robert fucked some whores, and Ned went after that beauty from Dorne.

Now the question arises: Is there a war coming?

3 Road trip.

Lord Glover was happy, by winning five of the six competitions and coming second at the sixth, History was written. The part Lord Glover was happy about was a third of the prize money went into his coffers as tax revenue.

He happily agreed to transport the winnings to my parents. I kept a small part for myself, a measly thousand Dragons. Master Grev gifted me Dinar, Lord Glover donated the Armor, so I was set for travel, posh style.

Lyanna was a frequent visitor in our camp, socializing with us and the higher-ups, Lord Galbart especially was interested in conversing with her. Personally? I think she came here to hear some more songs. We took our time to break our camp up, Lord Glover already agreed to travel the first part alongside the Starks.

The day we departed I said my goodbyes, I planned to travel in the opposite direction to Stink-City aka King's Landing. Will and Carl were set for the future, with their reputation, they will have no problem finding a bride when they get home.

Lyanna got a parting gift from me, a small silver bracelet. I asked her: "My Lady, can you keep a secret?" Lyanna rolled her eyes and said: "I keep my friend's secrets a secret, Eyeball." I whispered to her: "Then when you are alone, put a drop of your blood on the bracelet and say: Instructions. You will be pleasantly surprised."

Yeah, I could not give her a storage ring, that would give the completely wrong message. The bracelet and the manual should teach her to use it. I might have put some nic-nacs in it, you know, to keep her safe.

Lyanna looked at me: "There is nothing simple about you is it Eyeball?" I grinned: "No, there isn't. Also, if you ever are in need of help, hold the bracelet and think hard of needing help."

A shield enchant for emergencies is not over the top, is it? Or an enchant that monitored her health, and a small Heal in time of need? Nah, she is a friend after all. Her self-cleaning underclothes, with auto-sizing and heat regulations, is just a small gesture. So are the enchanted bow and swords. For dangerous situations, I just added Battle Robes. You know, just to keep her safe. What? Of course, there have to be a few sets of them! For summer and winter at least, and you can't have a Lady walking around in the same clothes all the time, can you? That is just not done!

Alright, alright! I admit I went over the top! It is hard to tone down when your Inventory is flooded with all this amazing gear, collecting dust. Just some extra boots to keep warm in winter… Ok, I'll stop.

Xxxxx

Dinar was packed with my gear, a few miles down it will be in my Inventory, and waved goodbye. My senses were at maximum range because I pissed off a lot of people. No doubt they will look for revenge. The plan, for now, was following the Kingsroad south.

When I was alone, I slowly changed my hair color and eyes. From Northern black to Valyrian silver, my eyes got deep blue with a purple haze and made me look a bit older. The Eyeball gear is stored away and I put some fancy Noble robes on, Two very expansive looking swords on the sides and an impressive bow in my back completed the picture of a rich useless brat. Dinar stayed the same though, for a moment I wanted to make him a Familiar, but I don't think he would appreciate sharing the Familiar Storage Dimension with two dragons. B&B would just think I gave them a snack if I store him.

After the first night in an Inn, I decided to use my tent as much as possible. The moment the insect repellent was put on the bed, it produced a max exodus of insects. I never felt so unsettled. I had to hold the bed down or the bed would move away too. Ok, I exaggerated a little bit. That night there were even two more visitors, one with two daggers and one with two bare tits. I killed the first, I healed, cleaned, removed bugs and parasites fixed her teeth… and send her away, my mood was over.

The next morning I had to Teleport to Dinar. They stole the bloody animal. I was not surprised to find Miss Tits with them, meh, I just beat them up… badly. Miss Tits received a good spanking, but I think she did not see it as a punishment. I am still not in the mood for sex… what to do… I read her mind and found out she did this regularly. Meh, I tied them up and dropped them on the Kingsroad with a sign above them that said: THIEVES! Maybe they survive maybe they don't, I don't give a chit.

They already sold my horse tack off, so Dinar got a new fancy saddle from my Inventory. You can't believe how many people wanted to rob me, I could not have a good night's sleep in days. Finally, I turned my hair brown and my eyes some kind of mixed gray and blue, I bought some old tack for Dinar and dressed into my old clothes.

Those bandits left me alone after that. That, and the wards I put around my camp each night. B&B needed to stretch their wings, while the eggs are treated. They were still months from hatching, but their chances for survival are raised above 85% for Body and mind. Hatching a crazy dragon would be no fun at all.

Xxxxx

A few weeks later Stink-City came into sight and really, I only came here for a Teleportation destiny because Braavos is way up north. If I had traveled to the Vale I would already be there. The red Keep was big, stunk of shit, the City was very big, stunk even more of shit. At the harbor, I inquired for passage to Braavos for me and my horse.

I read the Harbormaster's mind to get a fair price and a trustworthy captain. Alright, an unfair price and a kind of shady captain. Because the former was not available… ever.

The captain I negotiated with agreed with my bid, it was fifteen percent higher than the lowest price he would accept. We left in three days, to fill my time I checked in at a tavern close to the harbor as a bard.

The following two nights I was a big hit. I sang the high praises of the Eyeball of Deepwood. Man, the dude became a Hero! The Melee against the Giant of the Storm Lands or the Dance of Swords with the Kings guard Selmy were instant hits! The Heroically passing the victory to his Liege as a loyal Bannerman for being too tired to continue, got tears in the girl's eyes and approving nods from the men.

Yes, weeks on the back of a horse gets boring, so I composed a few songs… about me. Suck it up! I deserve the attention! Name another ten-and-three-year-old that wins a tournament! And no, nobody knows I cheated so it doesn't count.

The second night, three colleague bards kept me company. Of course, I was happy to share my songs! I even had written them down, Music and Lyrics.

The song how Eyeball Howard got his name was epic. With his last two arrows, he came to the aid of his Lord's youngest son's hunt, and killed the beast in front of the boy, piercing both eyes of the giant bear with his arrows. I am starting to like this Eyeball of Deepwood already! He saves helpless boys, fights epic battles… what is not to like about him.

Xxxxx

The morning I left, the Eyeball of Deepwood was the talk of the City. I also maxed out:

Bragging 100

Suck it. I bought a lute in the city, and a small harp, the kind those love gods fly around within mangas. It drove the sailors crazy with my practice, I changed, with a lot of effort, Basic Piano to Basic Music Instruments. From then on it went better, I eased their pain with a concert every evening.

They never got tired to hear the stories of the Harrenhall tournament, and I am not tired of telling them. We had the classic pirate attack, which was fun, they turned back before we were even boarded when ten of them suddenly had an arrow through their eye.

I took my lute back up and sang the song of how the Eyeball of Deepwood won against a pirate attack with only ten arrows.

New Title: Shameless Braggart

Eat me! The crew was wary of me from that day. They stuck close to the shore, I saw Dragonstone, a big somber castle, We made a stop in Gulltown in the Vale and made the cross to the other continent.

A week later we arrived in Braavos. I must say that the colossal statue is bloody big, it dominated the harbor. Dinar was happy to feel the earth again, I thanked the captain and crew for their service, and went looking for a nice tavern. I have some songs in me that are begging to come out.

Alright… I was planning to visit Valyria but it is on the other side of this fucking continent! Braavos is on the North tip, and Valyria is way down south. What to do… Thoughts about business are hard too, Deepwood is on the other side of Westeros, they have to sail around three-quarters of the continent to reach it. To buy what? Timber? I better not sing a song about this, it would ruin my reputation.

Xxxxx

Suddenly I felt an alert go off. I took it out of my Inventory and opened it. It was a two-way diary. There was one word written: Eyeball?

I wrote back: Hello Lady Lyanna, do you like your presents?

Lyanna: This is magic? How can everything fit in such a small bracelet?

Me: Easily, with magic, just like this book. Our words will disappear when we close the book, to make room for other conversations and to keep these a secret. Have you read the manual?

Lyanna: Yes, thank you again for the presents. The only thing I can wear is the underclothes but they are a marvel to have. Where are you now?

Me: In Braavos at the moment. I wanted to find trade partners here, but our home is on the other side of Westeros. There are opportunities here for the North though. I am thinking of buying a few ships for trading here.

Lyanna: You only took 1000 Dragons with you, ships cost more than that!

Me: Ah, My fair She-wolf, how much would I get if I sell a bow, like the one you have? Or those Swords? Don't worry about me, I have plenty.

Lyanna: Good luck with your business Eyeball, and again thank you for these gifts.

Me: No problem My fair She-wolf, remember, you can always contact me if you want or need something. Goodbye Lady Lyanna.

That is one happy she-wolf. I closed the book and stored it.

Xxxxx

I paid a visit to the iron bank, all dressed up and disguised in my Valyrian looks. At a clerk, I asked if it was possible to exchange foreign gold coins for Dragons.

I presented a few Galleons. My Observe already rated the exchange to one Dragon to two Galleons. For weight and purity. My Dungeons still dropped only Galleons, I have a couple of millions by now, a couple of dragons rampaging through the dungeons each day will result in a lot of loot.

When the clerk asked for the amount I wanted to change, I said a couple of hundred thousand for starters, but I need to talk to someone higher up the chain of command for that, preferable a Keyholder.

A pretty girl led me into an office. A fat, very fat, very very fat man received me. He introduced himself: "Good day young Lord, my name is Bessaro Reyaan, You asked for a Keyholder to do business?"

I answered: "Yes, Master Reyaan, I want to do business from Braavos out. Can I trust your Bank to be discreet? I have some big secrets to reveal and don't want to be hounded by leeches."

Bessaro frowned: "We take pride in our discretion Young Lord, your secrets are safe with us."

I smiled at the man: "Well good man, my name is Harold Porther, and the company I want to form here will be named… hmm, Well, Hogwarts will do. I want to present you my first deposit." I gave him a ring.

He frowned at me: "It will take more than a ring to found a company Lord Porther. I sincerely hope you are not wasting my precious time."

I nodded: "I assure you this ring is plenty enough. Put it on your finger please, any finger will do, then hold it above the desk and say five hundred Galleons." Bessaro was curious at first, but when the ring auto-sized to his finger, and the said five hundred Galleons came out he became speechless.

I said to Bessaro: "The first drop of blood on the ring defines the owner, and only the owner can deposit or extract something from it. Inside that ring is five hundred thousand Galleons, I estimate the value to be about two-hundred-fifty thousand Dragons, give or take a Dragon.

I am prepared to sell ten rings to the Iron Bank for a hundred thousand Dragons a piece. To make one cost eighty thousand Dragons on materials and enchants alone. So I find this a good number. Do we have a deal?" Don't judge me! Those Dungeons are a bitch to clear. So eighty thousand is a fair price for my efforts.

Bessaro woke up from his stupor and eagerly answered: "We have a deal Lord Porther, but can I trouble you for thirteen rings? There are thirteen Keyholders in the Iron Bank, and each one will want to have one. We will arrange the papers immediately."

I took twelve more empty rings out, and one filled with five hundred thousand Galleons and presented them to Bessaro: "Each one is ready to be used, this one is filled with five hundred thousand Galleons. So all together I will deposit one million galleons and sell thirteen rings for a total of one million three hundred thousand Dragons. The capacity of the rings is fifteen feet square. You can judge by your ring, weights inside don't affect the ring at all."

Xxxxx

Hogwarts was established today in Braavos. I bought a few big storehouses from a trader that retired, I even took his ships and staff over. Suddenly, I was a bloody trader. The old trader did not have any family, so there were no problems coming from that side.

I scanned the supervisor's minds and appointed the most honest one as CEO. Everyone had to sign a contract, sealed with a thumbprint with a drop of blood for ink. Honest wages for honest work are a must to keep them happy and… honest. They will get twenty percent of the net profits of the business.

It took a few months to arrange it all, I spend some time warding the buildings and ships against rodents, insects, thieves, and pirates. The hulls got some spells to reduce friction from the water and unbreakable on the masts. That would give them some advantages against the competition. Most of my evenings were spent in taverns singing songs about my personal Hero: The Eyeball of Deepwood.

The moment a big mansion came for sale in the city, I bought it. It was almost a palace. I spent hours spelling and warding the place. The staff had, like everyone else in my service, signed a magic contract, although they didn't know it was a magically binding contract.

Xxxxx

One morning, it was time to summon the girls. I did show up here in Westeros as Harry Eleven Years old, so I guess the girls will be from that level. To verify this, I started the summon

Summon Companion.

State name of Companion and age:

Daphne Greengrass - age 13

Press Yes or No to proceed

I could set the age! Now let's hope she has some memories of me… dammed! I need to change my face back to normal. When I was back to normal I pressed yes. A magic circle appeared on the floor and Daphne Teleported in. she looked around, spotted me and jumped in my arms: "Harry! You finally summoned me!"

Hugging her back I asked: "Can you tell me what you know of the Game and your situation? I was afraid to summon you into a dangerous situation, or on a world where you already existed. This place is safe for us."

Daphne said: "I am aware of you from the first day that I was made your Companion til now. I existed, and then again I did not. It is like I am a newly created copy from the original, with the knowledge and memory of everything you did in this game. Even the songs, Eyeball. Call the sister wives from the Friendship Pact as you planned."

Tracey, Padma, Parvati, Fay, and Lavender were Summoned one by one. After the happy reunion, we started planning.

Daphne: "First of all husband, as we said before, not before we are fifteen. I think we should be low profile until our dragons are fully grown. Benny is yours, Harry, Betsy is your sister, we will make the little ones our familiar, can you bring us to a secluded spot?" Wtf? Does she start with that? Ok… for now.

I nodded: "Alright, I know a place fifty miles from here, grab a hold of me."

We Teleported to a secluded valley, I called Betsy and Benny to meet the new family. Benny recognized Daphne and felt a connection to the others, so did Betsy. I called the eggs out of the Familiar Storage, and under Betsy's watchful eye each girl made a connection with one of the eggs. Each put their blood on the egg and pushed their magic in. An Observe showed:

Egg

Species: Valyrian Dragon, Female

Time to hatch: 1 month

Chances on successful hatching: 99%

Chances on mental health: 95%

Relieved, I said to the girls: "The blood and magic helped a lot. When they hatch next month they will be 100% perfect, body and mind.

Padma said: "Do an Observe on us, Harry, we need to know where we stand on a power level and what skills transferred over." I started with Daphne:

Companion

Daphne Greengrass

Female age 13

Married to: Harold Porther

Level 13

Abilities

Dragontongue (Familiar bond with Egg)

Dragon Animagus (Familiar bond with Egg)

Druidic Affinity

Familiars:

Egg, species: Valyrian dragon, female

Skills:

Wizarding Magic Master (reduced to basic)

Telekinesis 1 – Telepathy 1 – Teleport1 – Technomancy 1- Spatial Magic 1

Observe 1– Mage sight 1– Occlumency 1– Legilimency 1– Healing 1- Light Magic 1

One-hand Sword 1– Two-hand Sword 1– Dual wielding 1– Archery 1– Martial arts 1

Horseback Riding 1- Cooking 1– Gardening 1– Cleaning 1– Construction 1

Basic Piano 1– Singing 1- Drawing 1– Finger Painting 1– Grooming 1– Teaching 1

Navigating1

Professions:

Blacksmithing 1- Leatherworking 1- Mining 1- Engineering 1- Inscription 1

Herbology 1– Alchemy 1– Tailoring 1– Jewelcrafting 1- Enchanting 1

I said after inspecting them all: "Well, you are all married to me. I don't know how we are going to explain it all, but we will make it work."

After the first excitement cooled down we went over the Skills and Professions: "You have almost all of my Skills, but on the lowest level, it needs to be trained up. I came here as a ten years old, with level ten, you are thirteen years old with level thirteen. I guess bonding with the egg gave you a dragon animagus ability. Also, your family's Ability came too."

I looked at them and said: "Observe, Telekinesis, Teleport, and Telepathy are must-haves, along with Healing and a Weapon Skill. For the Wizarding Magic, I noticed I can do all spells, but the advanced ones are a very weak version of it and sometimes fails. Now, who is first to try their Animagus form?"

Lavender and Fay were first, their primary color is like their hair color, Fay was a red one, Lavender a golden, the others: Daphne a silvery one, being a platinum blond girl, Tracey, Padma, and Parvati were Black, all of them were Valyrian Dragons. Dammed, Betsy and I are going to feel left out.

When they all changed back, I smiled: "Goodies time! But you already know I prepared them so here you go." I passed rings bracelets, necklaces, and earrings to the girls. They inspected the contents of the rings and pulled their new outfit out. I was curious if they were going to strip here, I got six times disappointed when they used the switching spell to change clothes, Parvati said to Lavender: "We are so going to level Tailoring, Jewelcrafting, and Enchanting. These dresses are to die for. The lingerie is so comfy, it feels like heaven."

Tracey looked at me: "Harry? Don't expect me to go on a chamber pot or on an outhouse. Bath and toilets in all our homes. Or you can wait for the goodies until we are twenty." I gasped: "Tracey! You are killing me! I can't wait that long! Did you know how many women I had to reject? And all because…" Daphne interrupted: "They had no personal hygiene. Our point is made by yourself husband. Bath and Toilets today."

New Skill: Whipped 18

The girls giggled when they noticed the announcement. Fay said: "This Game has a strange sense of Humor. I like it. Take us home Husband but change your appearance first. Why you liked that face is beyond me."B&B went back inside with the kids, and I ported the girls back into the room.

Xxxxx

With the direction of the girls and my Construction expertise, every girl got their private bathroom and toilet. A big communal swimming pool completed it. For the staff, we created two big restrooms, one for males, one for females.

I introduced the girls as my future wives. To all the gathered staff I said: "This is not my real appearance. For the next two years, it will stay the way it is now. Then I will reveal my true face. We installed new facilities in the mansion, the girls will explain how they work and how to maintain them. Your contract stipulates that you can not reveal our secrets, this is a very big secret. A secret that you can enjoy with us. Girls, find out about soaps and the likes so we can do something about it."

In the next hours, the staff experienced a culture shock and a boost up in their civilization. Taps that conjured warm water, sinks that vanished the water, strange toiletry. And most of all MAGIC!

The girls had to explain Magic can be used to kill, conquer, and destroy. But it could also be used to build, protect, and create new things.

Xxxxx

I claimed a piece of land on the west coast, a few hundred miles south of Bravos. By claiming I mean cleaning a pirate's nest out. It was located in a nice bay with a solid natural harbor and a small village.

Daphne and Padma took control of the village and the farmers, Fay saw to it that there were fishing boats and nets brought in from Bravos. I changed the pirate's nest into a solid stone Keep with high walls and a dry dock. By the time the eggs were about to hatch, we gathered on top of our keep, we called it The Nest.

I think the Game tried to be funny because the chicks looked the same as the Animagus of the girl they are bonded to. Parvati and Lavender had males, the rest were females. Betsy and Benny acted as proud parents.

By constantly Teleporting from Braavos to The Nest the girls leveled their Teleporting up fast. They found a new friend in a pen pal. All diaries are connected, you just have to connect the right person to write to.

Lyanna got educated fast by the girls, when she wrote them about the courting, of Lord Galbart showing interest, but he was betrothed to a Manderly. A betrothal with the whoremonger came in closer and closer.

Daphne advised: Show the bracelet to your father, and tell him that all the items you got are a courting gift. That would give you some leeway. Tracey was enthusiastic: That is right! She can ride on Benny!

Padma wrote: No, Benny is Harold's we need to plan a road trip to Valyria.

Lyanna: What is a Benny?