Use The Force, you Bastard!

by fvdv123

The old guy is tossed from the Potterverse into Westeros, born as the Baratheon Bastard Gendry. It is a good thing he kept all of Harry's and Ridlle's memories and Magic. it will be a while before he gets his first wife, but he can have fun before marriage. Mr. Cringe and Gary Stu are here to keep me in line. We bash everyone and everything, even ourselves. Self-insert, as always.

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., I bet you know Mr. Martin, after all, we worked together once… Ok, just let me have my delusions will you, I am taking old guy through Westeros, with Voldy's Magic knowledge. That could be fun. ?Ah! I do this for free.

Prologue:

If you don't want to read the about old guy in the Potter-verse (Trust The Force Harry) hint, hint, here is a brief summary that lets you skip it.

Old guy died and woke up as a spirit in Harry's head, he killed the Voldy Horcrux, replaced him, and got all the knowledge of voldy. He pretended to be the Force ghost of Obi-Wan Kenobi to help Harry survive Tom and Albus. It would not be a Harem story without wives, which he got plenty of.

I hope I got you curious enough to read it, if not… here are the last lines from it.

Previous:

The next morning I woke up… that is more like it! A tit was right in front of my face! A Huge tit! Easily a K or an L cup! Eager I went for the nipple, it is about time I get some fun boobs to play with!

WTF? Milk? Wait a fucking minute! That is not one of my kicks thank you very much!

Hey! Where are my teeth? Crap, I have small hands… Fuck… I am a bloody baby!

I heard a voice ask: "What are you going to name him?"

Another voice answered: "Gendry, like my grandfather, his name will be Gendry."

Son of a Bitch!

1 Surviving Flea Bottom

Gendry? I am a fucking Baratheon bastard? Again, where is my reward? That Peverell Grimoire… isn't here anymore! I am rid of it? Hmm, let's eat… drink first. Yuppie… warm milk, my favorite beverage... should I change it to Chocolate milk? I better not, mum would freak out when she sees brown milk spill from my mouth.

Crap! I have to be careful with my Magic! The Maesters and Septons are actually hunting magic users. Fuck! Do I still have Magic at all?

A quick memory search has found my Mindscape intact, and my Magic, small for the moment but with the potential to grow. That is a relief, to say the least.

Now I have to recall what I know about Gendry, all I know is he was a side character in the books, you know, one of those the author keeps on the side for when he is out of inspiration and can shove it in the storyline to give it a twist.

I am a bastard from the whoremonger, so mum is a whore? Or she is a bar wench that got in reach of daddy's arms. He is known to fuck everything with tits in a five yards radius when he is drunk… which is all of the time.

Ah, changing to the other tit… that brings me to the next worry, growing up healthy. Gendry is from Flea Bottom, meaning I am going to live in a flea-infested city without proper sewers in the poorest part of the city, as the kid of a whore at worst or a barmaid at best. If I remember it right he was an orphan, and some stranger arranged for him to be apprenticed with the best blacksmith in Kings Landing. Crap… sleepy.

Xxxxx

It took several days before I got my bearings, mum moved in with her sister when she was six months pregnant. After a few weeks, I noticed the quality and volume of mum's milk went down, going on the conversation between mum and aunt, money became scarce.

I have to think about this, how do I solve the food problem… ah the Gemini spell! If I can use that spell on the milk in my mouth, I get double of the volume, which will tide me over until I can handle solid food. It took some tinkering on my side, getting mum two nipples would be fun, but it would get me to an early grave.

It was a good thing Riddle and Harry practiced wandless Magic, with both hands on her boob, I moved them closer to my mouth, timing the milk entering my mouth with a small pulse of the spell, I succeeded to double the volume with each mouthful.

In the end, I survived the breastfeeding months without draining mum and still have a full stomach. The Gemini spell lasts for a few days, so by the time the spell wears off the food is already processed into energy for my body. I love that spell.

Another worry is hygiene, the name of this part of the city says it all, it is a vermin-infested shitty region. There are all kinds of hazards, rodents, insects, and germs, all of them plenty in this part of town.

This started a war between them and me. When I was sucking mum's tits, I cast a weak insect-repelling charm on her, and whenever my aunt held me she got one too. For the germs, I found a nice spell for it in a book for traveling wizards. A pulse after every meal transformed every harmful germ into a useful one. Like Voldy said: it is all about intent.

Mum and aunty started to feel better, had more energy, and yep, started to bring males home. I can't complain, the extra money got better food on the table.

Doing the anti-conception spell wandless is a bitch! But I got it right before there was another bun in the oven.

I made certain I wasn't a burden to both, the only thing they needed to do was to feed and clean me. No crying or tantrums, just a model baby that was growing quickly. I blame dad's genes for that.

My next big problem are my looks, not only my size, but the black hair and blue eyes are a dead give away to who daddy is. And I bet the spider has already a tab on me. I am to weak for any big spells, but I knew a small one that could be handy, I can change the color pigments from my eyes! From memory I gave a small pulse of Magic and faded the bright blue to pale gray with a speck of blue. Changing my hair color is still out of my reach, besides, I like the color.

Xxxxx

I am seven months now, mum and aunty are in good health, and I am getting good at wandless Magic.

Mum and aunty are still bringing males home, some not of the friendly kind, I made them friendly though. I enchanted mum's and aunty's beds with intent wards, it took a few months, every day I had to reinforce it, but in the end, every man with bad intentions will forget about it and leave without doing the things he planned to do, thinking it isn't worth doing it.

The positive side? Doing Magic every day was stimulating the growth of my Magic core. The food I ate got changed into a more nutrient kind, I changed the proteins instead of the looks, and with the Gemini spell, every bite became a full mouth. They say the first three years are the most important to grow to your full potential, and I am going for it.

We were getting visits of those little mice Varys is keeping, sneaking in and looking at my face and eyes, that eunuch is starting to annoy me, my hair color started to slowly change to a very dark brown, and the structure changed too.

A few visits later they stopped. He has no use for a brown-haired gray-eyed bastard, nobody would believe he is my dad if I don't look like him.

Xxxxx

We moved! We moved to a better part of… Flea Bottom. Meh, it is an improvement, I have to repeat my defenses, but as a toddler of one and a half years old, I can move around the house. I am still a model baby though. Mum and aunty love me very much, they call me their lucky charm… they are right about that.

Since I came into their life, they never got sick or pregnant, without all the bugs and germs, they felt better and healthier, both got a job in a higher-class tavern as serving wenches.

A few small compulsion charms made them take better care of their bodies. You know, brush the teeth more, comb the hair better, wash the bodies a bit better. I helped by removing the bad stuff from their mouths, plaque, filling some cavities, you know, small stuff like that.

The quality of the males they brought home improved too, they were still the scum of the earth, but a better sort of scum. I have to tone down a bit. If I do more they will attract the wrong sort of males, gold cloaks, and crime lords to name some of them.

Now they are anonymous serving wenches you can find in every tavern, if I improve them more, it would paint a big target on them both, and I kind of like them… hey! I love mum and aunty! Crap, now I have to keep them alive.

At two and a half, I made my home a fortress. No germs, bugs, or rodents can get in or stay in. I grew up nicely, being the single kid in the house helped a lot. Mum and aunty were doing fine, although they started questioning why they didn't get pregnant, meh a spell later and they didn't worry anymore. Don't judge! I am keeping them alive! Do you know how hard that is? The average age of women in Flea Bottom is under forty!

Xxxxx

I kept the status quo until I was four years old, then it was time to make some changes, Varys little mice only visited me once a year, I put a tracking charm on the last one, made myself invisible, removed sound and smell from me, and I followed the mice to his nest.

The mice slipped into the secret entrance, which opened with a hidden handle, a revealing spell said the coast was clear, and I followed the little mice inside the Red Keep. Slowly I made my way inside, mapping the surrounding in my mindscape as I moved forwards.

I had to hide occasionally to avoid the mice and rats, but two hours later I had a decent map in my head. It was time to plan to not only survive this shit but to kick some ass!

At home, I got mum and aunty used to me disappearing in the morning, so they could sleep longer. I even made breakfast for them! Ok, putting the bread and porridge on the table with a jug of water is not cooking, making the bread and porridge more nutritious, and providing clean germ-free water is very much more than cooking.

Before leaving home, I made certain mum and aunty were clean and without babies. On the street, I applied one notice me not after another, every twenty steps I did one more until I made myself invisible in a secluded corner. After that, I entered the Red Keep's secret tunnels. I explored every corner of the keep making a complete map in my mindscape.

Dad's bedroom was filled with women, and him snoring on top of the pile… I don't like that man, but it is dad. The bitch, however, is going to have the time of her life when I am done with her.

The small council is another problem, Bealish, Varys, Pycelle, and Renly, the four pillars of this country's downfall. They have to pay of course.

My wandless Magic is getting very good by now, a few years more and it is as good as using a wand. I can't have one here anyway.

Varys has ten key mice, and has an organization to train them, disturbing them is too soon, the others come first. Dad comes first.

Xxxxx

After my preparations were done, the next morning I moved to dad's chamber. A Somnus on the mice and I entered the bedroom, the two women in his bed got a Somnus along with pops. That started the work, opening his eyelids, I entered dad's mind and removed the obsession about Lyanna, to mourning about his best friend's sister. He better stop drinking so much.

A week later, I placed a bit of guilt for neglecting his wife.

After a week, a bit of annoyance about her brother, maybe appointing him as the personal guard of Joffrey will do him good.

A month later, I got the Royal couple in the same bed. The Queen, I have to admit is a fine piece of ass, when I was done with her, she felt a bit guilty about fucking her brother, especially when Robert is paying more attention to her. Maybe it was worth giving this marriage another chance.

Dad was convinced, that his wife was the best fuck he ever had, why didn't he notice that sooner? Maybe he was too drunk… that must be it! He heard that boiled water never made you sick, so he should try it.

Two months later, the Queen could not take it anymore and took one of her servant girls into dad's bed. She said: "Robert my love, you have too much stamina, you are fucking me into an early grave. Get this you Stag, only the ones that I bring along. Understand?"

Dad grinned: "My Lioness, you are the best, now tell me how I should fuck this little toy you brought along."

Cercei stripped the servant's clothes and said: "You can fuck her any way you want my stag, but you finish outside her cunt. I want the babies to be mine."

Alright! I had to throw dad a bone, he was ravaging Cercei's pussy, she could not walk for hours after every session. Dad stopped drinking and started to train with his guards again. The result was a very horny Stag.

A few weeks later, there was a pregnant Queen, and this time it is one of dad.

Around the time Sansa Stark was born, a new prince saw the daylight. Black hair and blue eyes sealed the deal. I have to protect my little brother. Varys has to find another focus, that night the first of many thoughts were planted in his mind, very, very small changes. A doubt here, a small urge there, after a half year he thought that protecting the Royal family is in his best interest.

Dad getting more involved in the ruling helped too, a few nudges from me got him and Cercei solid in the saddle.

Xxxxx

Joffrey? It is a little shit, I planned to change him too, his cruelty, even at age five is exceptional… I don't count, you bastards! Critics…

Anyway, Tommen, yes they called the boy Tommen, grew up strong, when I noticed Joffrey poking at my brother, it was time to send him on a vacation. Where to… he needs a strong hand! Stannis! He is the best choice to turn Joffy into something useful.

By now Aria should be born, which means the squids will rebel soon. No, they did in 289 or 290 if I am not mistaken. It is now 287, and Cercei is pregnant again.

Mum and aunty are doing great, now that I am able to protect them better, I let them move up on the social ladder. The moment Bealish put an eye on them, signed his imminent death. A compulsion charm on John Arryn and Pettyr was enough to find out that little finger has his little finger in Lysa Tully, and got his little finger cut off, along with his head.

Slowly things are looking better for my survival, what else can I mess up… ah, uncle Renly! Too bad, he got caught by dad when one of the king's guards was shoving his dick up his ass.

Dad was not angry but said: "Renly, you understand that you can not be my heir anymore, do you? I don't care that you get buggered, it just doesn't provide children. Switch places with Stannis. The Stormlands need a strong Lord and Heirs. Being the Lord of Dragon Stone will be enough for you."

Stannis almost cracked a smile when he heard the news.

Xxxxx

Mum and aunty bought one of Baelish' whore houses and reformed it. I might have helped a bit, and give some ideas. The Germ and insect repellents around the place did wonders, also the health issues of the working girls improved with my help, a ward for birth control reduced time off for abortions or childbirth to a minimum.

Best of all, my ward against malicious intent kept the Gold cloaks away, mum and aunty paid them off, just the normal payoffs, not the raping bastards raiding the place to increase their payout.

With Baelish gone, the gold cloaks knew their happy times were over, especially when the commander got a foot smaller when his corruption was exposed. I might have hinted at it a bit.

Mum and aunty did good business, soon they bought a second whore house, warded by yours truly of course.

The girls were used to seeing me playing in the house, I was their little mascot, seven years old by now. Little master they call me, I can't blame them though, I acted like one. Hey! Well earned I tell you!

The new girls were told by me how mum and aunty satisfied the customers and which techniques are the best for fast results. When they tried it out and the results showed, mum's and aunties' reputations went through the roof.

When the explanation that a clean body helped to reduce sickness got out into the city, people started to take more care of their bodies. A happy side effect, not that I care though.

It is 289 now, I am eight years old, look like I am twelve, and am as strong as a fifteen-year-old. Yep Magically enforced muscles and bones, without any rituals at all. Exercise, intent, and Magic, nothing more. I also begin to show my intelligence, reading, and writing is learned in record time, I blame the Crone for it, it works every time.

Xxxxx

The squids finally attacked! I prepped dad on what to do in front, of course, the fleet was at full strength, and he might have sent some to Deepwood Mot to have a Northern Navy secretly.

That the squids messed the Westerlands and the Riverlands up was a bonus in my opinion, the fleet from those flower boys reduced to firewood was good news too.

Dad went out with a vengeance, he smashed through the squids with his hammer so hard, that it boosted his reputation to what it was before, he enjoyed the mayhem and the rush of battle.

Dad set his goals to destroy House Greyjoy, to set an example for the rest, every Greyjoy got a foot smaller. It was a good idea to let John Arryn stay at Kings Landing, as the hand of the King it was his responsibility after all.

When the Greyjoys were done with, dad gathered the rest of the nobles at Old Wyk to select a new ruler, his voice boomed over the nobles that were present: "Let this be clear, from now on, every squid that is captured raiding our shores, will not only lose his life but also the village or city he is coming from will be razed to the ground. AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR? There are enough things you are good at besides stealing and raiding. Trade, transport goods or people, learn a craft, anything except being fucking parasites!"

That speech went viral, dad's reputation was made for decades.

Xxxxx

Mum's and aunty's reputations were going strong too, a lot of squid wives ended up working for them. I weeded the bad ones out of course.

They are on their fourth whore house already, little Master had a good time warding the shit out of it. A lot of girls were eager to work for the Two Madams. The conditions were good, the pay very generous, a few years on their back provided for a good future. The hygiene rules they had to follow in the whore house, proved to be effective, so they kept them and told others about them.

Mum and aunty were devout followers of the Crone, I am more one for the Stranger, you know, Master of Death and all that shit. Donations to those money grubbers kept the attention from our back too, it is surely the Crone that is guiding them with her wisdom.

Yes, I am that good! Hmm? At who am I shouting? It must be a bug in the system.

Xxxxx

I guess I attracted the attention of that crow by now, he didn't find me yet, I have wards against him, but he knows there is someone fucking his plans up. The naffer can't see through my invisibility spells yet, and my plan is to keep it that way.

Lysa Tully got finally knocked up by John Arryn, the poor man almost killed himself doing it. Lysa is batshit crazy though, there is no helping her, I don't want to help the bitch either.

Joffrey and his pappy had a jolly good old time with Stannis, the Hound didn't care a shit. He just follows the brat.

Xxxxx

It is 291, my tenth name day, Mum and Aunty surprised me with a combat teacher, a hedge knight that specialized in war hammers. Hired for a year, with room and board, whores included. If he is going after mum or Aunty then I will dent his armor… with him in it.

The knight, a Stormlander fourth or fifth son, named Steffon, in honor of my grandfather, approached me: "Come here lad, let me see what I have to work with."

Sure, I can do that: "What do you want to see Ser? How strong that I am or how smart? I do know my letters and numbers."

That will humble the shit a bit, I bet he can hardly read or write at all. A fourth son doesn't deserve the investments.

Irritated he said: "I am hired to teach you to fight lad, not how to write. Now pick up that wooden mallet and start swinging it this way."

Ok… he knows something, I will follow his lead for now. I started to swing the mallet, after an hour I asked: "Hey, I am hungry, can I eat first? I'll continue later."

Steffon swallowed his bile, that little… not-so-little commoner shit kept swinging that hammer longer than anyone he knew would be able to. The brat didn't even break a sweat!

He recuperated: "That is good, let's eat, to build your muscles up you have to eat a lot. I am sure you already did that."

I eagerly nodded: "Yes, Ser Steffon. The last years were good on Mum and Aunty, so I could eat well enough."

In the main dining room for the girls, I filled my plate, casually joking with the girls, from time to time giving a piece of advice.

The girls listened to me as if I am telling them the facts of life… as a matter of fact, I did just that. To tease Ser Steffon, I explained the defects of lousy lovers: "The worse males are the ones that think only about themselves, they shove their dick in you, pump a few times, and shoot their load, after that, they roll over and start snoring. Those kinds of asses need an experienced girl to guide them so they can last longer than a few minutes."

I looked around at the girls and said: "Which girl doesn't want a lover that can let them scream from pleasure, a man that they can fuck like there is no tomorrow. And be honest, how many of these males did you meet in this house? They leave this house, bragging at what they accomplished, and all they did was shoot a load, maybe two, and left you wanting for a good dick."

One of the lead girls joked: "We know Gendry, that is why we are waiting for your balls to drop in."

I sighed: "You and me both Marian. I can hardly fucking wait to turn that grin of yours into a scream of joy."

Marian chuckled: "You already did that you brat, you always pick me when you demonstrate how to eat pussy."

I protested: "That is not the same, besides your pussy tastes the best, and your screams are the loudest. But that could be faked."

Marian shook her head: "Nope Gendry, there is no faking that. You are a Master with your tongue, and when your dick is ready for action, I am willing to be your first."

By then, Ser Steffon had his mouth open but no food got in, that little brat is casually letting him know that if he wants to fuck one of the whores he has to let them cum? He is setting the bar impossibly high, and when the little brats' balls drop in, he needs to outperform him or get laughed at.

I continued: "I always planned for you to be my first Marian, you are here the longest and I like you very much, but don't be jealous when I fuck the others will you? You may even join us."

Marian tussled my hair: "You bet that I will join, I won't miss it for the world."

Steffon tried to kill the mood: "I doubt he will be able to do anything tonight after his training. The first months are the hardest."

Marian and the other girls giggled: "Then you don't know little Master well Ser. Today was not the first day he swung that hammer. He is very good with his tongue, but is heavenly with his hands."

I grinned: "Stop it, you are almost making me blush."

Xxxxx

In the end, Ser Steffon did teach me to fight with a hammer, and quite well so. The girls made him a good lover, so when the year was over they were sad to see him leave. Not very sad though, it finally happened! My first stiffy! That night, my second, third, fourth, fifth, and almost sixth Stiffy came up and went down. The girls came screaming though, years of pent-up pressure had to be found released."

Mum and aunty even came to watch my techniques. Yeah, Harry got a hold of the Kama Sutra a few days after he got married, and I and the girls are now benefiting from it.

Hey! Don't judge! I made the rule for no girls under fourteen, the younger ones can have a room and be maids. If I don't allow that, they will be raped on the streets, and pregnant at twelve. Me being too young doesn't count either.

Anyway, Marian was a happy girl, so were the four others.

Whore house five and six went up, got warded, and spelled, I warned mum and aunty: "Mum, you better keep it at six. Or else you draw the attention of those High Born. You have a solid base here in Flea Bottom, if you venture out, they will kick you back. Low-borns can not stick out or they get hammered back down."

Mum hugged me: "You worry too much Gendry, but I guess you are right. With these six our future is set. Tell us, what are your plans for the future? I bet it isn't running the business for us."

I shook my head: "No mum, I am going to make a name for myself, when I turn thirteen I am going on a trip, that is still two years away though."