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Chapter 4

Draco and Persephone stood stoically, making many people almost certain they could pass as Northern people.

"My lord," The young witch spoke, "I apologized on behalf of Draco Malfoy and myself for dropping in your domain."

Persephone knew she had to play this right, or else they could be captive or burn them alive as their muggle ancestors had done to them.

"All is well." Lord Eddard Stark replies.

"You say that your names are Draco Malfoy, and your name, my lady…?"

"Persephone Black at your service." She curtsies since she has always been called Black instead of Lestrange or Riddle.

"I am Eddard of House of Stark, Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North." He introduced himself, and he gestured to his wife. "This is my lady wife, Catelyn, the former house of Tully." Catelyn looked almost eager, like she was expecting something miraculous from the two strangers. "This is our son and heir, Robb."

Robb smiled gently at them.

"My first daughter Sansa."

Sansa smile like a lady and curtsy at them.

"My second daughter Arya."

The dark-haired girl waved at them, which gave a ghost smile from Lady Black.

"My second son, Brandon, and third, Rickon."

Both boys look at them curiously.

He then gestured to two dark-haired boys on the other side. "My ward, Theon, heir to the house of Greyjoy."

The Kraken winked at her, and Draco lightly sneered at him.

"This is Jon Snow, my bastard son."

Jon Snow polity bowed and did not look at them in the eyes. Draco was puzzled since he could tell that Jon Snow was the eldest son or so since Robb and Jon look almost like twins if born with the same mother.

Thou, it is not much difference since he recalled many rumors of his supposed siblings that came from his father's brief affairs before his mother's marriage to him.

Persephone claims that there was a good chance she may have sisters but no brothers since her father seems to have a habit of killing them before they were born.

'Guess we were both lucky enough to be born.' They are simulating the same thought.

"I am Draco Malfoy, and this my…" Draco added since it matters not. "Betrothed, Lady Persephone from House of Black."

They flinched, but Lady Stark added, "Are you from House of Blackfyre?"

She was curious that perhaps her dreams meant that her family would be safe if they came from Targaryen's' enemy, who was equal or dragon enough to challenge them for the Iron Throne.

Both strangers were confused by that statement. Sure, the pureblood such as the Black family were highly regarded as royalties in both worlds, and that is why Malfoy's and other houses wanted to have one of their members or their own marry such a house.

"Who are the Blackfyre's?" Draco questioned.

"They are what our former kings of house Targaryen's had sired their ...ah illegitimate children who later called themselves the Blackfrye's." An older man with chains on his neck answered them.

"Thank you, Maester Luwin." Ned introduced him to his guest. "This is our Maester Luwin. He served our house."

"So, is it? Are you dragons too?" Brandon questioned, which earned a slight motherly glare from her son. Bran saw this and mumbled his apologies.

Persephone used Legilimency on Measter Luwin to see what he meant by that.

All she saw was the history called the Blackfyre rebellion.

It says The Blackfyre Rebellion was an uprising led by Daemon I Blackfyre, a legitimized bastard of King Aegon IV Targaryen and his cousin and lover Daena Targaryen, against his half-brother, King Daeron II Targaryen.

She saw both symbols of both red and black three-headed dragons fighting each other. Though she did recall both her and Draco's family history, they shared the same adventurous great-grandmother who somehow discovered an illness on herself and disappeared from their family, who sadly passed on Draco's grandfather, who had the Dragon Pox.

"I don't believe so," Persephone replies but adds that minor detail. "Though I did recall that I had one of the previous lords of my house had married someone who claims to have such powerful bloodline from dragons."

She looked at the person she loved. "Remember, we once had a great-grandmother who caught the pox and disappeared from us."

"What's her name?" Catelyn questioned them.

Draco answered, "They called her, Aiera, I think. I don't know if I call her name correctly since I recalled she was a foreigner when she married into our family." It was the one name that many of them seemed to forget, or instead, it was hard to remember her since their great-grandfather loved his wife so much it was considered painful to him when she vanished.

Many of the family were forbidden to speak of her in his presence.

"Aiera," Ned repeated the name, and he wasn't sure if it was either Targaryen's name or Blackfyre's name. Thou that would mean he rather keep an eye on them.

Despite his wife's odd fascination with them.

"You are welcome into my halls, and I suggest that you must stay in Winterfell. Until I see if you are telling the truth." Lord Stark ordered.

"Ned." She pleaded with her husband. They are gifts from the gods to save her children. Yet he has treated them like they're prisoners.

"It is my decision." He silences his wife. "You will remain here under my guard's watch."

Draco wanted to argue, but his love placed her hand on his chest and whispered, "No, my love."

'Play their game.'

She mildly spoke to his thoughts.

Draco looked at her with one eyebrow raised, but he back down and let her do the talking.

"We humbly accept that we are welcomed in your household." Persephone curtsies, and Draco bowed his waist down.

It will take a full year to gain their party their trust.

After all, the game is never over until one is raised and the other falls.


~One Year later~

"The King is coming." Lord Stark announced to his family that morning.

Catelyn notified her husband by the raven.

Jon Arryn had died, and his good sister, Lysa, is a widow and now regent until her son is at age.

"Perhaps, we could send Lady Persephone and Lord Draco to see if my sister is well." Cat suggested that she is a widow since she heard that her sister's health is depressed.

"Cat, I know that they are special, but we can't let them go further North where they could be killed or worse."

A year ago, the young lady decided to tell them what they were.

Magic.

Of all the bloody things, they are gifted with magic.

He can't forget the sight, nor can he believe it.


Flashback~

'I am going to die.'

When his boys and his party are hunting, the wildings ambush them.

"Look what we found ourselves eh… A Northerner 'nd his pups" The wildling sarcastically emphasized the word northerner, making his companions chuckled.

This must be the leader Ned deduced since he was strong and bigger than his companions.

"My name is Eddard Stark, Warden of the North, and Lord of Winterfell. What is your business here, wildling?" Ned stood firm, but he knew they didn't care if you were a lord to the lowest beggar, and they will kill you.

The wildlings started murmuring around themselves. They had all heard of the Stark family. The leader smiled evilly, showing his yellow teeth. A few were missing as well. "It'll be fuckin' great killing you," gesturing towards the boys, "We take the boys with us. Would be good to have kneeler children with us if we wan' ta go south.."

Eddard scanned the group in front of him and knew they had no hope of getting out of this. His grip tightened on his sword. At least the boys wouldn't be killed, so he hoped, "Boys…. throw down your weapons." The situation was entirely out of their hand, and he knew when they were outclassed and outnumbered.

"Bu-but father-," Robb tried to say.

"Do as I said!" Ned sternly ordered his son.

Robb grunted unhappily and dropped his weapon. Others followed as well.

He prays that hopefully, they will come to save the boys.

"Might I have a moment to say some last words to my boys?"

The wildling leader mulled it over and decided to go with it. Releasing a huff of air, "Be qui-,"

"Stupefy!" Two loud voices shouted as they Stunned the leader with a loud blast and shouted that his back hit hard on the tree.

He was out cold as hell, broke loose.

Persephone repeated her attack as Draco waved his wand to shoot water at the wildings.

The water circle around two wildings and freezes them with their bodies, but their head is free. They grunted and shouted in panic.

Ned saw and gasped that it was the two strangers waving their sticks at the wildings. Persephone waved her wand to attack another wilding with an ax.

Draco block charm himself and her when the wilding bow woman aimed an arrow at them.

"Rictusempra!" Draco pointed his wand at the female wilding, which gave a funny result. The woman giggled and laughed as if something was tickling her into madness. She collapses as she laughs out loud.

Ned stared as they saw what battle. Well, not a fight as they are not killing the wildings.

But he sees their swift movement and sort of stance like sword fighting.

'They are trained, or rather they were taught.' Ned could tell that someone had taught them well.

"Immobulus!"

Persephone froze the rest of wildings still.

Draco panted and looked back at the Stark party.

"Draco." She called to him as she walked toward him. She knew what he was thinking, but they still needed their protection since Draco was starting to enjoy their presence despite his snobbish attitude.

Ned picked up his sword and slowly looked around at this sight.

His eyes looked ta both of the strangers and said, "You explain yourselves."

Draco and Persephone watched the quiet wolf as Draco said, "Winterfell then."


When Ned heard their story and reasons.

He can honestly understand their hesitation since they explained it to him. If anyone who wasn't their kind would persecute them and burn them at the stake as their ancestors had suffered.

Though, he couldn't discourage them from running away because Persephone's father was an evil man who went as far as to kill anyone, even his blood, to get power.

Though now he looked at them as of they too were Starks.

He proclaimed that they were under his protection.

Teaching his children and putting upwards, as they called it. Since they claimed, there is a chance that Brandon the Builder was a wizard.

Meaning chances that they too could have magic like wargs or greenseers since it has diluted bloodline when they marry other people very often.

Maester Luwin agreed to learn more about magic, so with time and patience to get them to share their secrets.

They wrote scrolls for him to study.

Though stories went on, they both saved their lives and whispered magic. Draco wanted to leave, but she persuaded him that it would be safer with Ned's protection.

He admits that she was a smarter girl and knew what to do when the situation got complicated.

They had been working on placing stones as a barrier to protect Winterfell with stones and markings.

Catelyn sighs and accepts.

"Then we must inform them to hide themselves and their magic from the King's party."

"Aye, that would be wise."

They need to be ready for when the king's party comes.


Reviews are welcome.

I put the hint about their great-grandmother.

They are descended from Aerea Targaryen, the one who vanished and then came back with fever or illness similar to the dragon pox of Harry Potter.