Authors note: Now I know I have a lot of stories, but I can promise you they are all being worked on at the same time. So feel free to tell me if you think something needs a change.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Game of Thrones. I do own characters that you don't know.

WARNING: This story is completely AU, it is set in the present day. This is also set as though some of the events after season 2 didn't all result in the deaths that occurred.

A New Life

Chapter 01: What did you do?

Adalyn Turner sat in her grandmothers study watching as the old women went about her business before settling down and pulling out a book of old magic. It was well known that Adalyn's grandmother Delia Stark was a white witch, with a simple twist of words she was able to perform magic, her granddaughter had the same capabilities only not to the same extent.

"Gran, what are you doing?" Adalyn questioned, watching as her grandmother swiftly started turning the pages of the book.

"Never you mind young lady, go out to the lounge I'll be with you soon," Delia told her granddaughter and then watched as she made her way out of the study and down the lengthy hall. Delia had lived in an old castle which contained many rooms in the middle of the countryside for as long as she could remember. Adalyn had moved in with her grandmother after her mother had discovered her hidden talent.

"Lady Delia, will you be joining us for supper?" a young woman called Lyria questioned the old woman, Lyria was one of three maids that were employed by Delia.

"Shortly I will, go ahead and get yourself something before you see to my granddaughter," Delia told her, Lyria didn't question the old woman and walked away from the study and towards the kitchen.

As Adalyn walked through the corridors of the castle, she was almost knocked down to the floor by her wolf cross Samoyed that she had named Sirius. Adalyn spun around and faced the dog, laughing when she saw his dopey face looking back at her, she loved the dog more than anything.

"Lady Adalyn, your grandmother wishes for you to wait in the lounge," an older man said as he turned up out of the blue, he often did.

"Jack, how many times do I have to tell you that I'm not a lady," she laughed, smiling at him before she pulled her dark brown hair out of her face. "I'll be there by the time she is ready," she paused before she continued. "Do you know what my grandmother does whenever I leave the study?" she asked, she had never been one to disobey her grandmother but she was always curious as to what the old woman did in the study after she left.

"That, not even I know my Lady," Jack replied with a smile, before ushering the young lady and her dog into the lounge and closing the door behind them. "Your grandmother has never told me anything, though I am her brother, she will never say what mustn't be told,"

"But uncle Jack, why won't you ask her?" Adalyn questioned as she sat on the couch to wait for her grandmother to come to the lounge. Jack was her grandmother's brother and she loved the old man.

When Adalyn and Jack had been sitting in the lounge for no longer than ten minutes they heard her grandmother's footsteps down the hall followed multiple other footsteps and the protests of children wanting to know where they were. Adalyn jumped up and watched as Sirius ran to the door and stood as a guard waiting.

"Gran? What's going on out there?" Adalyn called, her voice must have startled the children that were behind her. "Gran I'm coming out," Adalyn warned, ushering her uncle and Sirius back to the far corner of the room.

"Adalyn, darling stay there," Delia told the young girl, not wanting her to get hurt by opening the door.

"Stop telling me what to do," Adalyn told her, before pulling open the door and noticing that some of the children were teenagers and that one of the teenage boys was holding a smaller boy. "Give him here, before you drop him. I can tell you're tired. Don't worry I won't hurt you and either will my grandmother," Adalyn told them holding her arms out to the boy who stared at her trying to work out whether she was good or bad. "My name is Adalyn,"

"Robb Stark, and these are my siblings Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon and Jon," the older boy said as he held onto the one called Bran.

"Let me take your brother, don't worry. Like I said I'm not going to hurt him," Adalyn smiled at them, Jon looked at her and decided that she was telling the truth.

"Robb, let her," he said, nodding at his half-brother who was still a little weary of handing his younger brother to a strange woman.

"Gran, what did you do?" Adalyn questioned, as she took hold of Bran and let the small boy hold on to her while she spoke with her grandmother.

"I did nothing, I was simply reading in the study when these children appeared. What I was reading had nothing to do with children my dear," Delia told her, surmising that it had to be the old ways that had brought these children to her.

"Tell me, who are you people?" Robb questioned as he kept an eye on Adalyn holding his brother, he noticed that the young boy seemed to be relaxed in her arms.

"My name is Lady Delia Winterfell and this is my granddaughter Lady Adalyn Turner," Delia told the children, she had heard stories when she was younger about the Stark family who had lived in Winterfell where her ancestors had lived. "Now I know who you are, you are the children of Lord Eddard and Lady Catelyn Stark,"

"Winterfell...That's our home, how do you know that name. How do you know who our parents are?" Sansa asked, stepping towards Delia as the old woman moved to sit down.

"Can one of you boys, tell me what has happened to your brother?" Adalyn questioned, as she glanced down she noticed that Bran had fallen asleep on her shoulder.

"He..." Jon went to speak but was stopped by Robb, who held him back by the shoulder to stop him. "Robb, maybe she can do something? We're not in our time any-more in case you haven't noticed," Jon said standing up to his brother before he turned to face Adalyn and spoke again. "He was hurt, we were told he'll never walk again,"

Adalyn looked at the children before her and kept a hold of Bran as she motioned for Jack to go into her grandfathers old study and bring out the wheelchair that he had once used. The Stark children all looked at one another, Rickon tugged on Robb's pant leg and pointed at the pictures that adorned the walls of the room that they were in. Adalyn smiled at the children before her as she looked down at Bran who seemed to be dreaming. Adalyn glanced up and then her eyes went to the window where Sirius was sitting staring out into the yard.

"Sirius, come here boy," she called whistling at the end to get his attention. The dog looked away from the window at her before returning his attention to the window. "What's out there boy?" she questioned, walking over to the window and being followed by the Stark children who were cautious of the dog. "This is Sirius, don't worry he won't bite," she laughed, watching their reactions to the dog who sniffed each of them as they looked out the window. "Gran...why is there wolves in the yard?"

"Those are ours...why do you have one?" Jon questioned, as Jack walked back into the room pushing the wheelchair in front of him. "And, what is that?"

"I have one, because I've always had him. He's my protector," she told them, as turned around and saw Jack.

"My Lady, here is your grandfathers chair," Jack told her before ushering Lyria out of the room she had brought everyone refreshments being curious as to what was going on in the room.

"Thank you Jack," she replied watching her grandmother as she picked up a cup of tea and took a sip. "Sorry, this is called a wheelchair. It will help your brother get around without you having to carry him everywhere," Adalyn said as she moved to set the younger boy in the chair he tightened his grip on her. "Well we won't use it today, it seems as though he doesn't want to let go even in his sleep,"

"It looks as though he likes you Lady," Arya said quietly from where she had been standing with Rickon not game enough to move.

"Arya was it? You don't need to call me Lady, only the people who work here call me and my grandmother that. To everyone else we are simply Adalyn and Delia," Adalyn said as she moved Bran's legs and sat down on the couch and had him sitting on her lap. "Let me see what I can do for Bran," Adalyn closed her eyes and focused solely on him as her grandmother began to speak.

"You asked me why my name is Winterfell, it's the name I was born with. When I was a child I asked my parents why our last name was Winterfell. My father told me that long ago his ancestors had lived in a place called Winterfell. They passed on many stories about the family that ruled the land. It was your family the Stark's that my father often told me of," Delia told the children as they sat down and she offered them each something to eat and drink. "Now, you may find yourself scared of this time but you have nothing to be scared of, my granddaughter will help you all that she can."

Adalyn continued to solely focus on Bran to see if there was anything that she could do to help the young boy. She sighed when she realised that it was fruitless, what she found as she closed her eyes and focused on him was that under his clothes there was a wound that had not yet been fully tended to and that if it wasn't something could possibly happen to him.

"Gran, he's hurt, not just the paralysis but something else and I need to check him out..." Adalyn told her grandmother pausing as she spoke. "Sorry, Robb. But if I might could you follow me down the hall to one of the bedrooms, I need to take a look at your brother," Adalyn said as she picked Bran up again and moved to go down the hall way. "The rest of you stay with my grandmother, please. She'll take care of you and if you ask nicely she may even continue the story," Adalyn said as she pushed the door open a little further with her foot.

"What do you mean you need to take a look at my brother?" Robb questioned, as he followed the young woman down the hall way and watched as Bran's peered over her shoulder.

"When I closed my eyes...I saw what had happened to him in your time. Everything that has happened to him in fact," Adalyn said as she glanced at him, and then looked down at Bran. "Bran you don't have to be scared of me, all I want to do is help you."

"How do you know everything that has happened?" Robb asked her, watching as she walked into a room and then placed his younger brother on the bed.

"I was born with a gift, that not many have," she replied as she sat on the bed beside Bran. "Would you like me to make it so that you don't have to loose anything?" she asked, referring to the cut on Bran's leg that only Robb had known about.

"How?" Bran asked, looking at her and then at Robb. "Can she really help?" he asked his older brother who shrugged uncertainly. "Yes please my lady,"

"Robb, could you take off your brothers clothes for me, I'm going to get him something a little more comfortable. Something for each of you," Adalyn told him as she stood up and walked over to the closet behind him. "We can't have you going around in clothes from the old," she said as she opened up some of the drawers and started to pull out clothes. They had been her cousins, but her cousins never stayed there any more so they had no need for the clothes. "Here try this on him for size," she handed him a shirt with buttons and a pair of shorts, for the time being. She figured that he'd be able to work them out. "I'll be back in a moment, just stay here,"