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Day Two Hundred And One

What a singular moment is the first one, when you have hardly begun to recollect yourself after starting from midnight slumber! By opening your eyes so suddenly, you seem find yourself, for a single instant, wide awake in that realm of illusions, you attain perception of their strangeness, which you never attain while the dream is undisturbed. If you could choose an hour of wakefulness out of the whole night, it would be this. In your dreams you are home, with your own imaginary kin who all love you. But those moments don't last and you are left with empty heart and wrenched loneliness. Without a reason to live, without a goal to strive for, what was the meaning of your existence? That was the instance Harry finally decided to take the gift from the many faced god.

Chapter 5

For the Greater Good

POV

The Boy Who Fought

All his life Harry was fighting. He fought with his relatives, who didn't want him. He fought with the other boys at school, who immediately homed in on him as the butt of their cruel jokes and only after much blood had flowed from his nose and from theirs, only after many afternoons when He had to hide my scars from teachers—because it was up to him, not anyone else, to solve his problems. He did manage to show himself that I could take a thrashing without bursting into tears.

"Black, please pickup this poor fellow." Black immediately picked up Jon on his back. He is more useful when he is giant wolf of my height, I should allow him to be his real size more often. But as it happens, giant animals always drew more attention than Harry wanted. Cave opened up far from wall. Hopefully all the remaining wildlings will follow my plan.

He contemplated about the girl. On one hand she was Jon's lover, if she is unharmed I will gain Jon favor. Though she should really stop shooting arrows at me though, it was hard to think rationally when you have to dodge arrows from a markswoman who probably thinks I am an evil wizard. Maybe I should have included my unwilling partners in whole planning process.

"Hear out the entire plan first Ygritte."Harry even used girl's first name. He got the answer in form of two arrows shooting for his eyes. "And stop shooting me!"

Maybe it will be less trouble to dispose the girl and convince Jon that she ran away. But I am the good guy and good guys; even jaded good guys like me should always the romantics, always believing in true love and its thousand and one variations.

Harry fought—although without success—for the girl he was in love with when he was an adolescent, and who loved him too; she left him- in the end because her parents convinced her that he was no good. His first love.

"I don't want to hurt you Ygritte, just let me explain."

He waited for her to run out of arrows. She had more than two dozen so another minute of dodging and defending Black. If he hadn't been here and had she attacked him she would have been in wolfs stomach by now.

Girl thinks I betrayed Mance. I never once betrayed anyone in my life not even the old man who was far too focused on his ideals to know the hardship others had to undergo following him. I fought for the his ideals, went to hell, came back and went on fighting, feeling like a fucking hero—until, that is, I lost my naivety.

"Listen to me, Ygritte" he said in low drawl that Jon snow would have used. Getting the right voice of your disguise was trickiest part of infiltration for anyone. For harry it came naturally. Thank you, Horcrux in my head. Shooting stopped immediately.

"You don't have to come near me. I will tell you whole truth". She came out from behind the cover.

"There is great calamity coming and I am partly responsible for it. I know what you are Ygritte, Mance told me. I will help you in your goal. But all will be lost if wall is not defended. Nobody can guard it alone, not even me. I need Jon's face to convince the Nights Watch to allow wildlings inside the wall. Together they can defend against the horror that is coming. I need Jon to open the gate for us to pass. Only a man of the Night's Watch can open it, A Sworn Brother who has said his words."

And I will be free to save the Seven Kingdoms from itself. Dumbledore will be so proud of me.

Harry fought to find the courage to leave his past behind, because the love he felt for that world hadn't lasted, and he needed to move on, until he found the right reason for his existence. I finally found my reason of existence in this world. I finally accepted your ideology old man. For the greater good. I will fight for one last time for this cause. For the greater good of this world I will win the Game of Thrones.

"What are you going to do with us? If you want to take Jon's place why do you need me? " the girl was still untrusting. Smart girl this one, well done Jon Snow.

"Who am I to separate the two hearts that beat as one? Jon is important for my plans and you are important to him. That's why you still live despite knowing so much." Harry smiled indulgently.

"Will you seriously let both of us live? No jest?"

He started walking in the cave showing her his back. If girl is smart enough she will not try to shoot me and will follow me and if she does try to shoot me then she will get the ultimate gift from my sword.

"Death is no jest" Harry kept on walking. Ygritte ran to catch up to now big wolf and the wizard.

"We have prepared other plans. If they all fail then only Mance will fight for your people's safety. But unfortunately Mance cannot win this war."

"He can!" she insisted. "You have never seen the free folk fight!"

Wildlings fought like heroes or demons, depending on who you talked to, but it came down to the same thing in the end. They fight with reckless courage, every man out for glory.

"I have fought your kind. You are all very brave, but when it comes to battle, discipline beats valor every time. In the end Mance will fail as all the Kings-beyond-the-Wall have failed before him. And when he does, all free folks will perish."

Ygritte had looked so angry he thought she was about to strike him. A wildling to the core this one is.

He had planned to cross wall trough the Nightfort. The Nightfort was a rather distinguished place in history books. It was here that Night's King had reigned, before his name was wiped from the memory of man. This was where the Rat Cook had served the Andal king his prince-and-bacon pie, where the seventy-nine sentinels stood their watch, where brave young Danny Flint had been raped and murdered. This was the castle where King Sherrit had called down his curse on the Andals of old, where the 'prentice boys had faced the thing that came in the night, where blind Symeon Star-Eyes had seen the hellhounds fighting. Mad Axe had once walked these yards and climbed these towers, butchering his brothers in the dark.

He kept up brisk pace, and the leagues steadily disappeared. In late evening they arrived out of the underground cave and in the open snowy fields. At night they camped in a thicket near the woods and watched the moonrise before going to bed. Jon was still out cold; Harry had made sure of that.

It grew colder over the next day and a half. In order to conserve their energy in case they could not open the gate at Nightfort and will have to climb the wall Harry decided to ride Black. With Jon slung before him and Ygritte behind him, they traveled quickly and saw little of the wildlife.

A bit past noon, the Wall became visible. It was a magnificent spectacle. Harry was reminded a wall from his former world, equally as magnificent. Harry knew that both the legendary walls were not mare physical barriers. Both the Walls are more than just ice and stone. There are spells woven into it . . . old ones, and strong. Soulless things cannot pass beyond this Wall. Harry wondered if beings with half souls can pass. Even material things had their own souls. The others were the only things without the souls.

The Black Gate, books had called it, but it wasn't black at all. A glow came from the wood, like milk and moonlight, so faint it scarcely seemed to touch anything beyond the door itself, not even Sam standing right before it. The face was old and pale, wrinkled and shrunken. It looks dead. Its mouth was closed, and its eyes; its cheeks were sunken, its brow withered, its chin sagging. If a man could live for a thousand years and never die but just grow older, his face might come to look like that.

Harry was prepared for that. Crossing the wall was no easy feat. Climbing was most simple but also most dangerous. The Black Gate opened only for a brother of the Watch. Harry effortlessly slipped inside Jon's unconscious mind. Strong minds but unaware, were easy to take control of.

Jon approached the Wooden Gate.

The door opened its eyes. They were white too, and blind. "Who are you?" the door asked.

"I am the sword in the darkness," Came out of Jon's mouth. "I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers. I am the shield that guards the realms of men."

"Then pass," the door said.

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A/N: Next one coming very soon and it will be a proper chapter size with action and all the usual drama. Sorry for butchering up the English. If anyone is offended by grammar please offer me a beta.