The Prince in the North

Chapter 6 – Dreams and Dark Tidings

By Jamnaz79

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. I also do not own the Song of Fire and Ice, Game of Thrones or anything else associated with it. I do not own Robert Jordan's wheel of time. I also make no money off of this writing. God help the person that would pay me to write as my stories are not close to being good enough to deserve to be paid for it. 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 gasp that Harry heard came from Catelyn; he opened his eyes and looked up as he saw Bran waking up his eyes looking around in confusion. Harry smiled at the sight as Catelyn Stark leaned forward wrapping her arms around the boy with a crushing embrace. Yet, he could not keep his eyes open; he could not fight the weakness any longer. The last thing Harry heard before he collapsed was Lord Eddard whispering, "Thank you nephew."

~~ PitN ~~

The world was blurry as if it was filled with mist obscuring everything. The world was silent as a whisper, yet he could feel. He knew he was jumping and grabbing stones and bricks. The sensation of his fingertips grasping tightly around a jagged stone, the act of his muscles as he pulled himself upwards filled him with happiness. He could feel the scrape of his boots as they pulled off of one stone onto the next to climb higher and higher. Though he could not see the world around him he knew that this was Winterfell. This was home.

The boy stood now on one of the tallest towers overlooking his domain. He could not see anything but he could feel the enthusiasm, the power over this castle. He was one with the old stones built long ago by his blood. The castle sung to his blood, it gave him warmth and freedom even while sheltering and protecting him.

He leapt onto the next set of stones and started to scale another tower. Always wanting to go higher, to push himself and see places where his brother Robb would never feel and see even if he became Lord of Winterfell. To most it would be impossible to climb this fluently. They could never be so sure footed, so easy to scale as it was to him. He quickly reached the ledge of the tower just as something drew his attention. He peaked inside of the window but could not see again what might be there. His ears could not hear in the silence what was happening. But, it was something important taking place. Something he should know, something he should see. A chip of stone fell from the wall and clattered down the ledge breaking the silence. He could feel himself starting to slip and cried out only to be saved by a hand that grabbed his arm. It was a male hand, rough and calloused, hands that had spent a lifetime holding a weapon be it sword, lance or shield. Still the person was nothing more than an obscure light blur before his eyes.

There must have been talk, debate or argument. The light blur motioned towards him and then back towards the room almost as if asking a question. Though he never responded it seemed to make no difference. The light blue released his hand and he started to fall backwards. The world for Harry turned on like magic. He could now see and hear. He felt and heard the whisper of the wind as he fell backwards down through it. His eyes could see the calloused hand of the warrior and a wisp of blonde hair from the window. He heard the words spoken as he fell to his doom, "The things I do for love."

~~~ PitN ~~~

That was when the nightmares started. Harry never hit the ground but instead he fell through it into the darkness deeper than the night. Visions started to flash before his eyes as he heard the saying, "The things I do for love…" chanted over and over again.

The first vision was always the same every night, he was Bran and he was falling to his death. The second always followed shortly afterwards. He was a baby, a toddler only a year old at most but before him was a beautiful woman. The woman was his kin, his family. She had just run up the stairs as panic was spread over her beautiful face. He watched her work frantically in terror as she drew a stick and slit her own wrist starting to write strange markings on his crib and forehead. When the blood drawing was finished she spoke some words in a language he did not understand then the words glowed bright as a star before disappearing all together. The red woman leaned down, calmness, an acceptance filling her eyes as she whispered, "Mommy loves you Harry so much. You are so special Harry. Mommy loves you."

A man swept into the room, cloak billowing behind him. He raised his own stick at the woman who called herself his mother. He didn't understand what was said but he could feel the pain and anguish inside the woman mixing with strength and determination. Tears ran down her cheeks as she stood before the strange wizard and screamed, "No not my Harry! You can't have him!"

There was a flash of green light that hit the woman and she would drop to the ground in a heap, her eyes lost all light and life. The man stepped over her before staring down at him. He raised his stick again and the same green light flashed from the man's wand striking into him before the world faded. The words echoed through his mind, "The things I do for love."

~~~ PitN ~~~

The youth jumped with a start, his covers falling down around his naked waist. Deep breaths came from the young man as he looked around wide eyed with worry. The room was dark except a single candle burning on the wall. The window outside was frosted and dark as night still was in the sky. It had been four days since Bran's accident. Four days since Harry had used his power to save his cousin. Four days since the dreams started.

Despite passing out Harry had awoken the next morning in his own bed. He was weak, he felt drained almost as if all of his strength was sapped from his body. Still a hunger burned within him yearning for food. He broke his fast in his room when his Uncle denied him leaving for any chores for the day. He ended up eating enough food for four people before he felt full. It was almost as if his body was trying to regain what it used for his power.

The sheer fact that he was able to use it, even perhaps control it was astounding to the boy. Harry had known he was special now he truly understood he was unique. The question was now how was he going to learn to control it better? Even more important what could he do with this power? It seemed he could heal the sick, though Bran was alive now he was still asleep. The Maesters had said that he would live and perhaps with training walk again!

The nightmares were strange. He saw what Bran went through. Or at least he saw parts of it, he couldn't see clearly or fully know what happened. But, he knew for a fact that his cousin was thrown from the tower! Bran didn't fall but someone with blonde hair tossed him off of the tower to fall to his death. But, why was it done? What did Bran see? What did he know that was so dangerous that someone would kill the son of the Protector of the North? Also who would dare to do that? The hand of the man was calloused in his dreams; it was a hand of someone that knew a weapon and knew the world of war. So it was not a woman. Plus the blonde hair was not something found commonly in the North. It led towards a single conclusion; it was one of their visitors. It was most likely a Lannister that did this.

Still should Harry tell his Uncle? His Uncle was a stern man, a man that believed in honor and right and wrong. He was a man that would react with a single minded determination to hunt down who had hurt his kin. He would strike and perhaps cause an incident that could destabilize the entire Kingdom. Plus, what proof did he have? Harry couldn't very well say, Hey I saw one of the King's in-laws toss my cousin off of the tower in a dream!

The boy let out a sigh of frustration as he closed his eyes and rubbed his temple. This was the debate he had with himself over the past few days. He wasn't certain what to do. What was even more in question, what was up with the other dreams he had been having? He kept seeing a baby attacked by a strange man. He saw a woman sacrificing herself who had eyes like his own. He saw the power he had, magic being used. Was this connected with his own power?

He needed facts, he needed to think, to study this and learn about it. He needed to practice and learn what it was that he had. Quickly Harry slipped from the bed pulling on woolen pants and shirt then wrapping a good cloak around him to bundle up tightly. It was warm clothing which was needed for a dawn in the godswood. At the door a white shadow, Hedwig, attached to his leg with a slight nip at his calf softly to say hello. The two swiftly exited the castle towards the woods for some quiet time of prayers.

Even with the massive party that came with the King, the castle seemed empty. Harry saw a few sentries for the Keep and passed them with a brief nod each. Everyone knew him and they all knew he had a deep connection with the old ways. It wouldn't be too unusual for the boy to go into the godswood to give a prayer of rebirth of seasons at the dawn. Considering Winter was coming, it might be a good idea this time.

Over the year the boy had become able to move through the woods quiet as a squirrel. Not a leaf was rustled or a branch out of place, part of the keys he had learned for hunting. After a few minutes of walking he found himself before the Heart tree. The eyes of the ancients drawn into the tree before the coming of his ancestors, the first men, stared at him. To many that saw the trees they would comment how they felt the eyes were judging. Instead to Harry it felt as if they were smiling. There was warmth there, just as much as these trees had suffered numerous winters; they always guided the family to the next spring. He always felt at peace, which is exactly why it was important to come here now.

The young man lowered down before the heart tree and crossed his legs as he gazed at the face. Hedwig curled up next to him laying her nose onto his knee. The young man started to absently scratch behind her right ear as he stared at the tree. The woods were silent this morning. There was no birds tweeting, no bugs humming, no rustling leaves. There were just the slow deep breaths from Harry as they escaped from the boy to mist into the darkness.

"I want to start by saying thank you. Your gift saved the life of my cousin. I am not sure if I am worthy to be chosen to use it. But, I appreciate that you gave me this wondrous gift." The young man kept his eyes locked onto the face on the tree as he continued.

"I now find myself confused by the gift. I have this power, it hums in my chest singing like he birds calling to the sun. But, I cannot find it. I am unable to control it and it only seems to happen whenever I least expect it to. I know patience is a virtue but now with these dreams. I simply do not understand." The young man frowned as his lips pressed together in frustration. His fingertips continued to absently run through the fur of the wolf. "Is there something I need to see there? Is that how I am going to understand this power?"

The question hung into the air of the forest for a time no answer coming forth for Harry. The young man let out a sigh of frustration taking his hand away from Hedwig. The dire wolf pup raised her head to look almost with an offended glare at the boy before he returned his hand to her head scratching. Harry considered his options; he really never expected the answer from the ancients. They did not work that way; they weren't gods that were there to hand out the answers. They were there to nudge in the right direction and let man find their own path. Perhaps that is why the Southerners didn't understand them and needed their Seven. They needed direct results to follow, but even their faith supposedly rarely gave their miracles now.

"Is the answer in the dreams perhaps? I need to understand them and understand what they mean to understand control?" Again the question gave only silence for a few moments. This time though before the frustration could creep back in the wind picked up and blew through the clearing. That wind rustled the leaves opening them up slightly to allow the moonlight to shine through for a brief moment onto the face of the heart tree. Harry would swear for the rest of his life that it was smiling at that moment.

"Thank you." The young man whispered before he closed his eyes relaxing his mind. If they wanted him to seek the answer for himself in these dreams then seek them he would.

~~~PitN ~~~

The first dream that came was him as Bran climbing again. He reached to the towers and fell to the earth propelled downwards by the hand of the swordsman. The second dream repeated itself with the red haired beautiful woman sacrificing herself to protect him. He saw her tears, he felt her blood on his forehead, and he saw the light of life leave her eyes. He saw the magic that killed her so much like what he used on the man that tried to end his own life when he was a child. But unlike before the dreams continued and grew faster. He would see bits and pieces of lives that seemed to be different. Sometimes it would be the young boy that looked so much like him, other times it was a of an ancient man that looked over a hundred years old casting spells and deciding lives. Sometimes he would be a strange boy in a home for children that had nobody. He saw lives pass before his eyes piece by piece intermixed. It was almost telling a story like a man watching a puzzle. One moment the boy from the orphanage, Tom would be a grown man and killing another. The next moment he would be a child and be kicked and punched by other boys at the group home. Some visions though normally of the boy who looked like him were more comprehensive.

The vision would change and now a young boy only about eleven stood at a doorway to a bathroom. A massive monster stood with its club raised about to swing it downwards towards a young girl. The bushy haired girl cringed and hid in the corner of the room screaming in fear of the behemoth. The monster raised its club upwards to strike at the young girl and something broke in Harry.

He reacted by running at the monster and leaping onto its back. His wand slashed outwards and a thin red line appeared on the throat of the mountain troll. But, the boy was not quick enough as the beast grabbed him and flung him away to crash against the girl into a pile. His vision starting to darken and pain burning all over his body his eyes stared at the beast with the last of his strength he flashed out his power through his stick that he knew to be called a wand. The spell burst forth as the bombarda sent the creature slamming into the far wall and through. The monster collapsed unconscious but the boy would never know as he too along with the girl had passed out. He never saw the red head levitating the club of the creature of heard the boy taking credit for saving their life. Again the voice echoed through his mind, "The things I do for love…"

~~~ PitN ~~~

The young man had just left the medical ward where he sat with his friend day and night whenever he was not in class. He held her hand, told her stories, even though she could not respond. He had even started to tell her his secrets like horrors his life had been so far. Harry had no idea if she heard him, if she understood or even was aware in her circumstances.

He saw the message that the bones of the red head girl would take to rot forever in the chamber. He tried to seek help and ended up with the red head and a fool of a professor. Of course both would be separated by a confrontation and piles of boulders. A giant beast with a gaze of death met him in combat. It would be a terrifying sight to any veteran knight let alone to a twelve year old boy. Yet, somehow he vanquished the creature with a sword and sheer determination. Still he was wounded and lying on the floor as his life faded away. The girl though was safe and his friend would be safe with his sacrifice just as his eyes started to close to lose himself from the pain of life he felt tears on his arm and the words whispered, "The things I do for love."

~~ PitN ~~

He saw them dancing together, his bookworm with the famous seeker. She twirled around the floor like an angel light as a feather laughing and enjoying the night. Inside his heart clenched tightly in pain as he was with his own date, a beautiful young woman who was champion of the French school. It was strange that he was with perhaps the most beautiful woman in the school that night yet he felt pain at the sight of the other girl. Still he tried to enjoy the night and be a good date for the young lady. This was the break between a series of life and death trials for the tournament. In the end he was a good date and she was thankful when she made him a man in more ways than one. It would be when he forgot his little bookworm sadly. Yet for that night in the arms and eyes of the beautiful woman he felt full and whole. The voice whispered as the vision ended, "The things I do for love."

~~ PitN ~~

The vision shimmered and changed to a graveyard. The Veela girl that had now cared for deeply had arrived at his side holding a trophy. But, now she was pinned to the ground out of his view, her uniform shredded as only the gods knew what was being done to her. Her screams of terror filled the night.

There was no time to try to help, to rescue or even put the young woman out of pain for Harry. Instead his vision was filled with a monster of nightmares for his people with burning red eyes. His wand flashed as they dueled in the graveyard tossing spells that the boy shouldn't know and never should have cast. A legacy from his godfather's family, dark spells that when deflected by the Dark Lord hit his own followers causing a number to fall to their demise. The youth was actually dangerous as any prey that was cornered often would be become. The boy though had a weakness.

That weakness was the girl which the Dark Lord now turned to. From his wand a fire that burned hotter than a star struck the girl. The master cared not if it hit his servants surrounding her, only that he would bring pain and torment to the boy. Even when in pain, cut to ribbons and bleeding, the girl knew her life was at an end. In her last moments she used her strength and magic calling the Cup that brought them to this demonic nightmare, flinging it towards the boy that she loved.

Harry caught the cup as he saw the fiendfyre consume his lover and friend. Once again as he disappeared he heard the voice whisper, "The things I do for love."

~~ PitN ~~

The visions changed each time and yet they grew faster. There were moments of pain, torment and sheer terror, mixed with moments of passion and love. If it was a story, then it was it was surely a tragedy. Yet, they never ended every time he closed his eyes; every time he slept he felt something building in himself. One moment a huge man the size of a walrus stood over him laughing as his pudgy boy punched and kicked Harry. The next a woman with the face of a horse swung a frying pan to smack his head. He saw his busy haired friend being carved up with a knife from an insane woman. He sat in a giant tent at night alone staring at a map with the initials GW and DT together in the same bed. He saw a little creature with huge eyes and ears dying in his arms and thanking him. The visions of despair continued as he felt himself cast a green curse of death at a woman in a pink sweater and face of a toad in the middle of a courtroom watching her fall down dead. Sometimes he would see himself casting that spell at men in black cloaks and silver masks, leading ambushes after time and again killing without mercy. The visions would change to a blonde haired girl with dreamy eyes whispering sweet words to him as she caressed his cheek after he rescued her. A night of passion between the two of them that would leave a lasting reminded. The words again and again would be whispered after each time, "The things I do for love."

He would see things of fantasy from three headed dogs to dragons, trolls and monsters of all kinds. These visions would cycle and every night he would feel something burning in him. He would feel the vision would end and no matter how painful it was, how damning it might have been he felt power from them. It was almost as if they were leaking strength into the core of his body, building up that power and knowledge he had in the visions.

~~ PitN ~~

Harry startled awake from his bed. He again had tears in his eyes and had spent the night crying while he slept. The youth washed his face quietly so none would see his shame before started to get dressed and ready. They were on a hunt, a hunt off the King's road for Aurochs and had decided to camp the night to enjoy a bit of riding. It had been three weeks since he had come before the hearts tree and asked the old gods for guidance. It had been three weeks where he never felt completely rested despite sleeping far more than normal. The dreams were like visions and each night after he had them he felt weak. Slowly his strength internally would recover through the day and meals before it would be repeated again.

He had also taken to each night before he went to bed trying to mimic what was done in the dream. He would try to cast the spells that he saw his other self-use in his dreams. He had succeeded in some but others seemed to not come when he called. He was able to now summon items around his tent. Simply raising his hand and thinking to himself accio and his boots would fly across the room into his hands. Others like the strange green spell of death seemed to be too advanced or take too much to do.

The young man brushed back his long hair and tied it into a pony tail so it would stay out of his way. Then he slipped out of his tent to make certain that the cook was preparing Robert's breakfast already. He also made certain that the King's body-servant were getting a bath ready and the man's horse was rubbed down and saddled for when they set out. Since they were traveling with a bare minimum on the hunt he would actually need to make certain that the duties were properly performed for his liege lord.

The boy slipped out of the tent and looked around. He felt a bit naked on the trip after having left Hedwig with Myrcella. The wolf pup was getting big but she was still too small for a hunt together with so many horses. When they were in the North still they had used horses that were used to the scent of the beasts of the Stark children. But, now Hedwig unfortunately would cause problems.

The young man looked up from his work at the horse as a rider came into the makeshift camp. The horse of the rider was panting, as if he had ridden hard to reach them before they headed out for another hunt. The rider had the King's livery and held a scroll clutched in his hand. He leapt down with quickness to his weary step moving to the Kingsguard. A few words were exchanged before the man was let into the King's tent.

Five minutes passed when the same rider left the tent only to leap onto a new horse and ride hard back out of the camp. The old knight, Ser Barristan saw the look of curiosity on the young Squires face and took it on himself to walk over. "Harry, better get ready, we are breaking camp to head back. There has been an incident with the Prince and your cousin Arya. Some injury happened, so we must return at once to see the Crown Prince."

"Thank you Ser Barristan. I will prepare at once." The young man bowed his head to his mentor then turned and got ready. The camp was broken down and they were riding out within thirty minutes to the main Royal Camp. The hunt hand been canceled, of course King Robert was in a horrible mood.

~~~ PitN ~~~

They returned from the hunt riding hard. It was a surprise that the fat King could still keep a horse at chase for so long. The man was in a rather horrid mood though since the hunt had been interrupted. Still, the party made good time as they set a quick pace and found themselves in the main camp only a few hours after the messenger had arrived.

Harry leapt down from his horse and held onto the reins, quickly taking hold of the less spirited mount for the King. The large man was helped down off of the poor horse by two servants of the camp. Soon as he got down Robert cracked his back, "I swear, if she called me back here over something small I will…"

"Your Grace the Queen is in the main tent." The blonde haired knight of the Kingsguard came forward and spoke up stopping the King before he started his rant.

The raven haired squire turned his lilac eyes onto the Kingsguard's approach, he tensed up as soon as he saw who it was. Ever since the dreams had started he had been suspicious over the man. Was Jamie Lannister the voice and hand from the dream? He was a swordsman, he had blonde hair and he had not gone on the hunt the day that Bran fell. But, neither had the Crown Prince or a few other free rider knights that were in the retinue of the Crown for this trip. Damn Westerners and their pale hair! This man was the most likely suspect that Harry could come up with even if there was no proof yet.

The young man was drawn from his inner reflections by the King starting to march towards the large tent where his Queen kept court. Harry quickly slipped behind his Liege Lord and the two Kingsguard at the back of the Crown to follow and see what caused them to make the hard ride back to camp. When they entered the tent they found Lord Eddard Stark in the middle of an argument with the Queen.

"It was your daughter's little beast that was responsible for this!" The Queen snapped in anger at the new King's Hand.'

"Until we have Ayra here we should await all the facts Highness." Lord Eddard spoke calmly but Harry could tell by his eyes that he was upset. They were cold, as cold as death as they looked upon the Queen.

That was when the Queen noticed that the King had arrived and turned her anger towards the man, "And you, your son and heir may be crippled because of those wolves that you are allowing this man to foster! How does that make you feel?"

"Quiet and quit your bitching!" The King roared back at his wife before he settled down to the chair. Harry was quickly over with a goblet filled with wine for the King. The man seemed surprised but gave a nod to the boy.

It didn't take long before a teary eyed Ayra was escorted by the House into the tent. The man was holding the girl roughly by her arm. Harry could see the marks already starting to show on his cousin's arm by the man's grip. It took all of his restraint not to leap to her defense, not that he would be able to do much to a blade as good as the Hound. Still it was not necessary as Lord Eddard stepped forward and the Hound stepped away from the King's Hand right away.

"So this is the she-wolf that terrorized my son? She is barely a pup herself, perhaps the lad needs a bit of toughening up." The King spoke as he slowly looked her up and down. There was a gleam in his eyes that Harry remembered; it was the same look as in the vaults when he stared at the statue of his mother. It was not surprising since Harry had always been told how much Ayra looked like his mother. Even though it was rather creepy to see the man look at a girl not yet flowered with such longing.

It was at that moment Queen Cersei came back into the tent with her son at her side. His arm had a bandage wrapped around it and the boy was pale as a ghost. This broke the King's inspection of Ayra as he instead studied the boy, "Now tell me what happened?"

"She stuck that beast on me, she tried to kill me!" Joffrey yelled out accusingly towards the girl.

At the same time Ayra yelled back, "He killed Micha! He had that man murder that boy!"

The two of them started to speak at once devolving into a story that neither made much sense or seemed practical both of them telling from different perspectives. The King was starting to get angry as he rubbed his temple in frustration, "Enough, Ned you handle your child and I will handle mine."

"Very well Grace, Children do squabble at this age." Lord Eddard bowed his head respectfully and started to guide Ayra from the room when an angry voice spoke up.

"You will have nothing happen? Your son could have been killed!" The angry blonde turned her gage back onto her husband. It was said that nothing is more dangerous than a mother protecting her child. The look that Cersei Lannister was giving towards the King definitely proved that to be true.

"What about that beast that harmed your son?" The woman continued to drill her green eyes into the King as they glowed with anger.

King Robert let out a sigh and turned his gaze towards the Hound, "Did you capture the beast?"

"No Grace, the wolf escaped capture. Our hunters are out looking for it but nobody has found it so far. It most likely is gone for good." The large man spoke with a hint of frustration admitting it got away.

"You see, it is not here anymore and no longer a threat to the boy." The King spoke up to his wife as if the situation was solved.

"Royall blood has been spilled by the wolf. Someone must pay the price; we have two other wolves that could pay for it!" The woman growled out fiercely angry.

"No please not Lady. She is innocent. She hasn't done anything!" Sansa cried out from the background. "Please it is Ayra's fault. Please blame and punish her."

The red haired girl rushed forward but was stopped surprisingly by the Crown Prince. He turned back towards his father and spoke up, "Father, Please do not punish my fiancée. It would be poor taste to harm her pet for the vicious injury that I suffered. I would not want to lose her love when our relationship has just begun. Let the other wolf pay the price for her sister!"

Harry stood still in surprise he had not expected those words! His mouth went dry and worry shivered over his spine. He moved to speak but the King had already stood up, "Fine, the other wolf pup will be killed."

"Your Grace, I beg you…" Harry cried out too late as he now felt a pain crushing his chest. The boy's surprise now gone only to be replaced by fear and concern for his furry friend.

The King turned his gaze to meet the eyes of Harry. The young man could see the anger in his gaze from having to put up with the situation, not to mention being dressed down in public from his wife. Even meeting the gaze of the man and trying to force his will upon the Monarch accomplished nothing. He could feel the iron determination to have the situation done with and move on.

Harry peeked into the mind of the King. He saw the man looking back at him and at this moment the Monarch did not see the boy that was the child of Lyanna Stark. Instead Robert saw Harry's eyes and determination. He was viewing the boy as the son of Rhaeger the man he hated more than any other in the world. It was at this moment that Harry realized this man, despite his help, was truly his enemy. Thi was after all the man who killed his own father. He would not win this argument and if he tried to push now in public then he would cost possibly his own life.

Harry lowered his gaze to the flower and bowed his head before the King. He swore within is mind that he would have his revenge not just for Hedwig but for his dead kin as well. No matter what he did, he would not simply be a Stark, he was a Dragon. Dragons can wait for their vengeance, dragons are patient creatures that will strike when the odds become in their favor.

So lost was the boy in his own thoughts and anger that Harry did not hear the debate of his Lord Uncle and King for ending the life of his pup. He was only brought out his thoughts when Lord Eddard finally stated he would handle the sentence since Robert would not personally. Harry interrupted their debate, "No my Lord Hand, I will do it. She is mine. I will execute my charge. I only ask if I may use Ice to carry out a swift punishment. Hedwig is of the North, she deserves to pass on the weapon of our kin."

Ned looked at his nephew with his heart in his eyes. He was at once angry at his best friend and proud of the young man for acting so mature. He could see the pain that boy was in and yet speaking of it would ruin the resolve of the youth. He simply nodded his head in acceptance, "Very well nephew, it is in my tent."

Harry lowered his head and bowed before the King, "With your leave your Grace."

Robert absently waved off his hand for dismissing the boy. As Harry left he walked past the Queen. It was strange to see the anger that had been so fierce in her gaze was now gone. She actually looked remorseful as she met his gaze. There was a hint of sadness not that it would change the situation. Perhaps it had not been her goal to see this punishment on Harry, but it happened none the less.

Harry passed the smug looking Crown Prince who still had his arm around the waist of Sansa who in turn looked at the boy adoringly. Already forgotten by the girl was the fact that now her own cousin will pay the price that she was reschedule from. He heard the boy whisper to her about making her a new white rug for her tent. It took all of Harry's will to not pull his sword on the pompous prick but he restrained himself. Instead he turned his purple eyes away towards the outside.

He had learned more in the past ten minutes of the Southern politics then he had ever experienced. From that lesson he had learned a simple fact, there were no permanent allies. There was only temporary being useful, Harry would find a way to be useful till he could get what he wanted. Now the only question was, did he want revenge for his father? Did he want the crown that could be his by right? A boy had entered the tent flaps, now a determined young man left them.

Author note: Sorry for the delay on this chapter. I didn't like a few parts of it so I rewrote it twice. I still might do it again. I have another chapter almost done though so that should be out by the end of the week. I felt this chapter though started to show Harry's growth in understanding a bit of his magic and furthermore in seeing what the southern lords are capable. He was too innocent and soft hearted, he would be eaten alive in King's Landing. This was a wakeup call, a costly one perhaps. Let me know your thoughts. Thank you for reading!

Author Note 2: I decided to repost this after some consideration. I thought about it and if Martin really cared about fan fictions not being up then he would stop them. Anne Rice doesn't allow the website and a number of other authors don't either. So here are the older chapters for now and I should have another one posted up soon.