Welcome one and all to the fabulous... Ow! what the heck was that for?

That my good friend... was for being over the top. These good people need not suffer your... what was the word? hmm... Ah! that's right it was idiocy. They need not suffer any more of your idiocy.

Hmph! well, then I shan't be giving you anything for your nameday then.

B-but... No Y-you can't I... I am your better! You must be giving me a nameday gift it isn't but two sennight away...

Well, then you should have thought of that before you hit me.

I'm sorry please don't not get me a gift...

Will the both of you shut up! The readers are already leaving you, dolts, hurry up with the damn story already.

Yes Mistress Yes Ma'am

Ahem! alright then sorry about that on with the show... err story.

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Harris Snow

The voyage to Oldtown was too long and boring for a curious boy of only ten namedays. Harris hated that he had to leave his brother and half-siblings behind in the cold of the North, but his father had demanded this of him agreeing with Maester Luwin that he was intelligent, creative and extremely studious and that he would waste away his brilliant mind in Winterfell. Harris knew that the Maester, despite praising his intellect and hinting at joining the citadel, didn't wish for the ten nameday old boy to leave so early, as he had become attached to his little shadow.

He thought his father cruel for forcing him to leave behind his twin and half-siblings for the betterment of his future. But he didn't envy his brother either, having to stay in the presence of their hateful stepmother, Lady Stark.

The evil woman had prayed for them to die when they were little over three namedays, Harris remembers her sitting by their bedside holding her silly seven-pointed star and begging her gods to save them (out of guilt), Harris was a follower of the Old Gods they did more for him that the Seven-Who-Are-One ever did, she went back to treating them with utter hatred and contempt anyway. Harris and his brother only ever wanted a mother but Lady Stark could not and would not treat them as her children.

Harris started to dislike his father because of this. They never asked to be born bastards if anything she should have been treating her husband like that not them. Jon, his twin, adored their father so Harris tolerated him for his sake, but kept his distance preferring to help Mikken in the forge or Maester Luwin with whatever he was doing at that present time, the Maester was his grandfather figure, Harris had always toddled after the old man as a child demanding to be taken to the library to read. He was like this with Mikken and Old Nan as well, but even though he spent much time with them building his knowledge and understanding of the workings of the world he still had time for his brothers and sisters. Often found causing mayhem with his twin and favoured half-siblings, Robb and Arya, around Winterfell never once being caught.

During his time with the Maester and Smith, he had learnt a great many things, working the forge, mixing metals to create (hopefully) stronger and more durable one's and how to cast them and fold them before making the blade or whatever had been needed. With Luwin he learnt of all the great houses, the events that helped to form the land, numbers, letters and how to write and care for the ravens. He even attempted inventing his own things to be helpful, most of his inventions were fails but it didn't deter him. Harris was also very fascinated with the stories old Nan would tell them by the hearth.

His father was proud of him for his accomplishments at such a young age, not that Harris cares for his opinion though. Lady Stark was jealous of his intellect and praise he received, from most of the castle inhabitants, over her son.

Harris suspected it was her fault that he was far away from his brother and mentors. He didn't mind becoming a Maester he actually wanted that, no he was worried about what may happen to his brother while he was away for who knew how long.

Harris loved his brother dearly but he didn't wish to disobey their lord father. So he had glumly acquiesced to his demand and left with twelve Stark guards to White Harbour where they would take a ship to Old Town. He left the day after their tenth nameday after receiving final gifts from the only people he cared for and that cared just as much for him. Mikken had gifted himself and Jon with castle forged steel swords with separate black and white wolf heads for the pommels. They received roughly whittled wolves from Robb and a small banner representing them from Arya however poorly made it may have been. Luwin had gifted Harris and Jon with a Cyvasse set. Jon gave him a special pendant on a leather cord it was of a snowy owl Harris had smiled at his brother and gave Jon his gift which was more or less the same though Jon's was a black raven. They wore them proudly as they said goodbye to one another at the gates of Winterfell, Arya and Robb were both crying in despair at Harris' departure as was his twin, though Jons tears were silent. Yes, Harris decided then that his father may be honourable but he was a damned idiot, and Harris hated him for his idiocy one day it would get him killed and he'd not be able to help him.

The journey was slow going, he was glad for the sailor's company for the stories they told tore him away from his boredom. His father had assigned twelve guards to go with him to White Harbour his personal favourite was Ryon Snow, mostly because he was a bastard and he was easy going and not stiff like Ghulius his other guard; the two of them were to go with him all the way to Old Town while the others returned to Winterfell as soon as he, Ryon, and Ghulius boarded the ship.

Harris stared for a long while at the large city as it disappeared in the distance, his violet eyes were void of emotion and they had been since the beginning of the trip he missed his brother the quite literally the other half of him. One of his hands were wrapped around the necklace his brother had gifted him and the other lay on the pommel of his sword. A sword he'd soon not be able to use again a master had no need for one the were the knights of the mind, not a sword.

There we go this is the start of the new-ish version of 'Of Life and Death' hope it is good enough. Wolves;p.