AN: Hi my dear readers! I am glad I got a few reviews, thank you all for them! So, with only seven reviews I was really sitting on the fence about this story but my friend kind of kicked me where it hurts saying that I hadn't really specified a minimum number of reviews or even by when I should get them... and that the chapters are too short to really take a call...

Soooo... the sweet author that I am... (clears throat)... I am going to upload a few more chapters. Yay!

But, I'm making this a reviewer's voice story. You review, I further it! THAT is the deal! If I get 10 reviews, I continue, if not I pull it out.

So, please please please drop me a review for I would hate to withdraw any story mid-way, especially after I have people hooked to it. I know by experience how bad that feels...

Now, without further ado, let's join our two favorite witches as they fall out of the sky in Winterfell!

Chapter 03:

Ginny landed on her ass with Hermione on top of her as they both fell off the sky onto the wet hearth.

"We need to tell the Unspeakables to remedy that next time we see one of them," Hermione groaned as she picked herself off Ginny and dusted her dark blue denim. She bent down to feel for her beaded bag in which she had stuffed her kit from Kingsley too and gave a small smile of ease when she felt it in her sock. Seriously, one of these days she really had to get around to empty the damn thing!

Ginny groaned as well, gingerly rubbing her pert little behind while shrugging the dust of her own black slacks.

"Who are you and what are you doing in Wolfswood?" came a firm voice from behind them, halting them in their attempts to clean themselves.

So much for mixing in, Ginny sighed looking at her and her friend's absolutely not-from-this-era screaming clothes and looked at the sound of the voice.

Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight of the young man. He was tall, muscular, though not too much, had hair curly enough to be Hermione's brother only they were raven coloured. His skin was like warm wax and his eyes a pool of molten chocolate in which she would have happily frowned had she not been on duty.

"I am Ginerva Weasley and this is my friend Hermione Granger. We've travelled long for a meeting with Lord Stark of Winterfell, could you please be kind enough to point us in the correct direction?"

"Unescorted?" the young man asked flustered.

"Excuse me?" Ginny looked at him funnily.

"Pardon me?" the man looked equally confused.

"I think we've reached a stalemate," Hermione finally spoke bemused. "We didn't catch your name, sir."

"That's because I didn't give any."

Ginny raised her brow, pinning the young by with a haughty look to match his own haughty tone.

"Alright," Hermione held on lightly on Ginny's shoulder. "Could you be kind enough to tell us where Winterfell is?"

"Why? What purpose does your visit serve?"

"I'm afraid it's classified. For Lord Stark's ears only. So, if you don't mind…" Ginny tapped her foot impatiently.

"Your language.. you aren't from around here, are you?"

"You need to ask? Are our dresses not enough of an answer?" Ginny frowned. Was he slow or just dense?

Hermione barely resisted her urge to smack Ginny up her head. "It's alright if you can't tell us where Winterfell is, we'll find it ourselves," Hermione offered the strange boy a small smile and lugged Ginny behind her.

"Wait. I can't, in all good conscience, let two women wander the woods by themselves. I'll escort you to the Winterfell Castle."

Hermione nodded her thanks and Ginny contained her scowl. They needed his help after all!

"Ladies.." the young man dipped his head to get them to follow him as he walked a few steps ahead of them, a little at the sides, too wary of them to turn his back completely, hand lurking around his sword that was tucked conveniently at his waist.

Instinctively Ginny reached for her hidden wand under her shirt sleeve and breathed more easily on feeling it tucked safely in easy grasp.

Hermione eyed the two and stopped a laugh from escaping her throat.

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Winterfell was majestically beautiful and Robb breathed in the fresh air.

He looked around his house, his people and felt the weight of his responsibilities on his shoulders like a physical burden. Soon enough he would be the one leading them, providing for them and protecting them.

And all of it with winter just around the corner.

Also, his nameday was fast approaching. Just last night his mother had spoken to him about choosing an appropriate bride for himself during his nameday celebrations, so that he could be married quickly after it. She wanted a hoard of grandchildren to play with soon, she had teased him, making him go red in the face.

Not that he hadn't done the deed ever, far from it actually, what with having Theon Greyjoy as a constant companion! The man was even thinking of taking Jon to one for his coming of age celebration! With Theon around, you just had to visit the whorehouses for he practically slept there most nights. Though Robb wasn't as bad as Theon, he did enjoy the company of women there and had accompanied his friend there a handful of times.

But all that would change soon.

He was asked to pick a bride and he was lost.

Only his father could and had helped him sort his thoughts out. He had pulled him aside a few noons back, and asked him to think of what it was that he wanted in his future bride. Once Robb knew that, his father had promised that finding a suitable match would not be so very difficult.

But what was it that a young man, the next in line as the Warden of the North, would want in his bride?

She had to be high standing and must come from an influential background, that was a given. But what next? What qualities was he supposed to look for? What flaws was he to stir clear off? No one offered him any advice on that.

"You'll know when it's right, son," his father had patted his back twice with a half-smile gracing his handsome face and walked out of their library, leaving him alone amidst all those lifeless books.

Robb sat back on a chair near the practice grounds, losing himself to his thoughts when he saw his half-brother Jon walk in through the gates followed by two very strangely dressed gangly boys with funnily tied hair.

He stood up immediately and walked up to Jon, intent on finding out more about the strangers. But just as he neared them, he realized his mistake. They weren't men but women, only dressed very differently in something that seemed like it would be more appropriate on men than them.

"I found them snooping around at Wolfswood, say they want to speak with Father."

"Snooping?" the lady with flaming red hair asked indignantly.

"Father?" asked the brown haired questioningly. "You're Lord Stark's son?"

Jon ignored them both. Robb shook his head at the antics of his brother and turned around to look at the two women.

"Aye, mi' lady. Lord Eddard Stark, the Lord of Winterfell, is our father. I am Robb, the eldest of the Stark children. And this," he pointed at his half-brother, "is Jon, my half-brother."

"And just who might these wonderful ladies be?" jumped in another young man, a dirty blond haired man with a crazy-eyed look.

The witches shivered with unease at the way he was eyeing them up. Noticing which, Robb and Jon both stopped to glare at the new entrant. "Leave Greyjoy. They are here for Father, nothing to do with you," Jon spoke through clenched teeth.

Theon looked at the two brothers and then at the two women they were trying to shield from him and smirked. He clapped Robb on his back, "Alright, I'll leave now. But you, Stark, come to the bar at sundown." He leered at the two women again, until Jon actually growled to make him go away.

"Sorry about that," Robb apologized immediately. "Theon Greyjoy thinks poorly."

"Theon Greyjoy doesn't think at all," Jon murmured under his breath as he shrugged and continued onwards towards the Great Hall where Lord Stark usually sat at that time of the day.

Ginny and Hermione shared a look full of revulsion for the man that had finally walked away. If only they could, they would have turned him into a cowering, blithering mess but alas, their magic was to be kept a secret from all but the Starks.

"If he ever does that to either of us ever again, I will poke his eyes out," Ginny threatened, making Jon stop in his tracks to look at her. "What?" she barked at him.

"Nothing.. my lady," Jon chuckled, "You just reminded me of someone I know." Robb felt his own lips twitching at the mention of their youngest sister Arya.