Chapter 1: The end and the Beggining
The Prince in the North
Chapter 1 – The End and Beginning
By Jamnaz79
Beta: (TBD)
Note: I do not own Harry Potter, Game of Thrones (Song of Fire and Ice) or anything associated with it. I can say that I would never be able to write a masterpiece like Mr. Martin does and I hope you forgive my horrible try. Then again I hope I don't do a chapter every 5 years like Mr. Martin too. But, the books are always worth the wait!
The memory in the pensive was terrifying. It told a truth that in the back of his mind he had known for a long time. It showed him not only the true character of the old dead man who he had once idolized but the fact that his life was a sham. It was ironic that only now when it was too late to go back, far too gone to change things that he found out. The old man truly was a master manipulator.
Harry walked down the stairs from the Headmaster's office in a daze. He vaguely noticed other walked about the castle briskly. The dead and injured were lined up in the Great Hall too numerous to count. There were too many faces that if he looked he would recognize. Too much pain that he couldn't attempt to deal with right now, so like always Harry ignored the loss and pain shuffling it to the back of his mind to deal with later.
The young Potter heir walked past the Weasley family gathered together before the dead George lying on the floor. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Ginny in the arms of Dean crying, something he had seen often on his father's remarkable map over the past months. He walked past Ron and Hermione, not glancing at the pair. They were lost in their pain and torment together. A small cringe came to his heart at the sight, but again it was shuffled away to deal with later.
His dragonskin boots took him towards the only other young man that was important at the moment. He saw him seated in the far corner with his back to the wall. Who would have thought that Neville Longbottom would grow into a powerful wizard? First year the boy had been scared of his own toad. Yet, here he was the other child that could be part of the prophecy. This was the only other young man who could save the world if he failed. Slowly Harry pulled the hood of his invisibility cloak from his head as he knelt down before the young man. The Longbottom heir looked up at the face of his friend in confusion, "Harry?"
"Shhhh, Neville. I do not have long. I need to go to end this Neville. This may not make much sense but if I fail you need to kill him. I will make him able to be killed, but I need you to end the bastard if I fail. I trust that you will be able to do it." Harry smiled sadly at his friend; it was too bad that he never got a chance to know him better. Neville had always been a good guy. It was simply another regret in a life filled with them. He smiled sadly at his friend then gave a squeeze to his leg. "Goodbye Neville, live a happy life for me."
Before his friend could say more the young Potter heir pulled the hood of his cloak over his head disappearing from view. He turned and walked from the Great Hall towards the gates of Hogwarts. On the way he passed Luna, his unique blonde friend and eard her whisper very softly filled with sadness, "Goodbye Harry Potter, my first friend."
Those simple words more than anything almost stopped him, but the young man continued. He walked onwards from the castle towards the forest and to his meeting with the Dark Lord. The young man knew he was walking to his death, but he had a plan to at least make it a death worthy of remembrance.
~~~ PitN ~~~
The Dark Lord turned before his followers satin into the forest with frustration. He had challenged the young Gryffindor to come and meet him in combat. It was easy to point out the death and destruction of the students and staff at Hogwarts laid at the boy's own feet. He had figured the honorable side of the young man would be easy to manipulate to come from the wards of the ancient castle and face him in open combat. Sadly, so far he was mistaken as nobody had come. He whispered softly, "He has not come."
"I am sure he will come, my Lord." His ever attentive and closest minion Bellatrix started.
He ignored the witch's comments as they were useless platitudes. The fingertips of his left hand caressed against the smooth, cold skin of Nagini for comfort. He turned away from the clearing back towards his followers and prepared to speak his command.
It was due to his back being turned that he never noticed the casting of magic behind him. The boy had cast the spell while under his cloak and impressively in silence. But the results, they were visible to all. A ball of flame unlike any other appeared surrounding the massive coil snake next to her master. The unholy flames of fiendfyre lit up the creature causing an ear splitting scream of agony to erupt over the clearing.
The Dark Lord stumbled backwards away from the snake in pain. He could feel his familiar and horcrux container burning apart from the unholy flames. The magical connection through his soul caused an ache in his body and a tremble to his knees. Although the pain was excruciating it was caused the wizard to stumble away, as luck would have it this allowed three curses to fly past the Dark Lord missing him barely.
The red eyes of the man whose very name caused fear to spring up in the hearts of the sheep called wizards glared at the clearing. He could still feel the pain in his body from the death of Nagini. But, before his followers he could not show that pain, "So Harry Potter. You attack from the shadows now."
There was no answer except for another trip of curses shot from a different direction in the trees. These three spells were not sent at the Dark Lord but instead towards his lieutenant Bellatrix LeStrange. She had been running forwards to help her lord who was in pain and did not see the spells coming from her side. They struck her twice in the side of the chest and once in the side of the head. The Dark Lord watched as the bombarda maxima spell erupted causing chunks of flesh to explode from the woman. He was splattered as brain matter, blood, and gore from the dark witch covered his robes.
The Dark Lord stood in anger now as he wiped off pieces of Bella from his face, "Come out Little Harry. You need to pay for what you have done."
Another group of spells erupted in the gathered Inner Circle members who had come to watch the boy-who-lived die to their lord. Now the spells came from the middle of the Death Eaters by an unseen adversary. Lord Malfoy, Nott and Parkinson fell to the group with holes in their back. The rest of the Death Eaters started to toss about revealing spells with no luck. A few even went a panic and apparated away. A teasing tone echoed over the clearing from all directions, "You don't seem to like it when someone else picks off your friends Tom. How does it feel to know you are powerless Tom?"
The Dark Lord glared around him as the wand swiveled over all present ready to attack, "Come out Boy and face me like a man. Where is your Gryffindor pride?"
The only response was Narcissa Malfoy raising her wand with a glassy eyed look and blasting two other members of his Inner circle dead before they she was cut down. Where once there were once fifteen witnesses to Voldemort's triumph now there was only five. The voice echoed about the learing again, "Death comes for us all Tom. Did you think you could escape? Is that why you named your little followers Death Eaters? Foolish, accept death has come for you."
"Then show yourself boy and prove you are here for my death." The Dark Lord Taunted and raised the Elder wand up waiting to strike.
"I am right here Tom." The words were spoken as the young man slashed his wand in a downwards diagonal motion towards the Dark Lord. Again the dark fire rippled from the boy's wand towards the Dark Lord. This time though it was a huge flame that engulfed much of the clearing including the surprised Dark Lord. Voldemort had underestimated the boy Potter and paid the ultimate price. But Harry was not long for the world. His entire concentration was placed into the spell and because of that he didn't have the chance to dodge out of the way of the killing curse. For the second time in his life Harry Potter was struck by the neon green spell and thrown backwards onto the ground. The last sound he heard was the painful cries of the bastard who had killed his family burning alive.
~~~ PitN ~~~
They say there is a bright light calling towards you when you die. For Harry Potter instead he found himself awakening in the clearing of his death. Perhaps it was because he had no emotional ties to any location in the world. He had never truly had a home. Even Hogwarts was often a place of terrors and betrayal as much as a happy place for him. If there was anywhere that he might have found happiness it would be upon a broom in the sky.
So it was not a complete surprise that if he was to arise from the dead it would be in the place he passed on. The world around him was dark, as if the moon never shined in the night and the stars were covered. Yet, there was no cloud in the sky or breeze on the air. Actually there was no sound to be heard at all, no crickets or night birds. Instead Harry found himself in a dark clearing standing over his body and a bit of burnt remains.
Before he could ponder what to do he felt coldness creep into his body. The question could the dead feel cold passed through Harry's mind, perhaps from Hermione's influence. He turned towards the cause of the temperature drop and found himself staring at a black cloaked figure. The cloak seemed to be made of the same material as the one he was wearing. At once he knew who this was; it was the Reaper come to collect the souls of the departed.
"Harry Potter." The voice sent shivers up and down the spring of the teenager. Still he bravely met the eyes of the spirit of the underworld, though he did swallow slowly. The spirit continued, "You have returned to me what was taken by your ancestors along with a wayward soul. Your sacrifice was accepted, you may ask a boon from me."
"A boon, I can wish for anything?" The book blinked and looked excited at the prospect. He could perhaps live; he could see his friends and live again.
"If it is in my power to give then yes Harry Potter. Though you should know that the wave of fate has decided your time here is done. Your thread has been snapped and purpose fulfilled." The Reaper spoke up with its raspy voice almost as if reading the thoughts of the boy.
"If I cannot return to my friends then what good is the boon? You are saying I cannot live here again." The boy frowned in frustration, for a brief moment he had a vision of seeing Hermione, Ron and Luna again.
"You may live again and even have a family. There are many worlds and existences out there. But, it will not be here Harry Potter." The Reaper reached out its long dark, ragged clothed sleeves. Out of the sleeves stretched fingertips of ghastly white bone to touch the cloak on Harry's back. The eyes burning red looked up into the gaze of Harry, "Decide quickly Harry Potter. The choice is a different place and future or move onwards."
"If I move onwards will I see my family?" The boy questioned but was disappointed to see a shake of the head given from the dark spirit.
"No Harry Potter, they have been rewritten into the weave of the world. They are reborn as their threads needed to be. Yours was snapped and cannot simply be reborn here." The creature fell silent leaving just the unblinking star lingering on the teenager.
Harry frowned, for a few brief moments he thought he would finally be with his family. He would have a mother and father who loved him. It mattered not; it was a chance he would never get. Before Harry could speak Death again spoke up, "Where I would send you, you would be raised by a loving family. You would have the chance at a bright future. I will even let you keep your magic."
"I will keep my magic and have a loving family?" Harry studied the Reaper trying to find something from the creature to tell him its thoughts. This was after all perhaps the most important decision of his life. He saw the guardian of the dead give a slight inclination of its head, "Very well, I accept your boon."
"That was not the boon, this shall be it." The Reaper raised its hand upwards and the wand that Voldemort had been using slowly floated up into its hand. The ring containing the resurrection stone slid off of the fingertips of Harry and joined the wand. Next Harry felt the cloak of his father rip his back and join the wand and ring in the Reapers hand. The creature wrapped it's fingertips around the legendary artifacts till they were concealed in its fist. When it opened again they were gone, replaced by a glowing blue ball of light. Before Harry could say anything the Reaper reached towards the boy and slammed the light into the chest of the boy. The pain was excruciating, far worse than the feel of the cruciatus curse. The boy collapsed to the ground as spasms wracked the boy's muscles.
"There is my boon to you Harry James Potter. Goodbye and enjoy your journey of a new life." The words echoed within the mind of the boy as darkness claimed him. His spirit slowly faded away from view leaving only the Reaper there in the clearing. The red eyes of the creature turned towards the pile of dust lingering on the remains of Voldemort.
A voice whispered into the clearing, "You did not tell him everything."
"Why would I want to ruin the surprises in life? Let the faceless gods of that world deal with him. You needed a champion, now you have one." The Reaper spoke as it disappeared into the mists.
Harry James Potter, the boy-who-lived had succeeded in accomplishing the prophecy and was not more. Unfortunately for hi, instead of the rest he deserves he was sent on to the next great adventure and prophecy.
Author Note: I want to start by saying Desert Prince is not being canceled. Actually I have two more chapters already done just needing to be beta'd. While Desert Prince will be written different from the standard Game of Thrones storyline this one will follow more closely to Martin's work. Harry will be born Harry Rickard Stark. In place of Jon Snow and following the idea of L+R=J. He will not have memories of the previous life unlike Desert Prince. I will have another chapter up this week for the story. Tell me your thoughts and if you would be interested in the story?