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My Freedom

By Harry Potter

I've spent a large part of my life enslaved to one thing or another, so I should know the meaning of the word. Ever since I was a child, I have fought to make freedom my most precious commodity.

Here in this world where my powers are limited and I was practically illiterate at start, I fought against the hostile world of free cities where my first owner kept me around for satisfying his wife's carnal desires and only deigned to take any notice of me when I started tearing up his lady's guts: he looked at me in surprise and saw that here was someone capable of persevering and confronting the enemy, someone who was no longer bound to the past of good deeds and selfless heroism. While I was fighting, I heard other people speaking in the name of freedom, and the more they defended this unique right, the more enslaved they seemed to be to their own ideals. Slaves to luxury, to the appearance of luxury, to the appearance of the appearance of luxury. Slaves to a life they had not chosen, but which they had decided to live because someone had managed to convince them that it was all for the best. And so their identical days and nights passed, days and nights in which adventure was just a something that others do, and whenever a door opened on a change or an adventure, they would say: "I'm not interested."

How could they possibly know if they were interested or not if they had never tried? But there was no point in asking; the truth was they were afraid of any change that would upset the world they had grown used to.

I'm free now and I will never want to go back to old life, because freedom continues to be the thing I prize most in the world. Of course, this has led me to drink wines I did not like, to do things I should not have done and which I will not do again; it has left scars on my body and on my soul, it has meant hurting certain people. Then only I realized that I could do absolutely anything except force another person to follow me in my madness, in my lust for bravery. I don't regret the painful times; I bear my scars as if they were medals. I know that freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure and a smile, even when that smile is dimmed by tears.

What's happening in rest of the World

Samwell Tarly,

Sam and Gilly are coming towards the Night's Fort. Sam knows about the Black Gate that Harry used.

Mance Rayder, King-beyond-the-Wall,

Mance and the wildling army are following the Milkwater, a river north of the Wall. They have passed Fist of the First Men where the Others attacked the ranging party of the Night's.

Stannis Baratheon, the King in the Narrow Sea,

King Stannis, Lady Melisandre of Asshai and their bannermen are coming to the Wall to grant help to the Night's Watch as was requested by maester Aemon to all the five kings of Seven Kingdoms

Tyrion Lannister,

The Imp is welcoming the Prince Oberyn of Dorne to King's Landing.

Jaime Lannister,

The Kingslayer and Brienne of Tarth are in custody of Lord Bolton in Harrenhal.

Arya Stark,

Captured by The Brotherhood without Banners.

Robb Stark, the King of the North,

Going to the Red Wedding with his lady mother.

Daenerys Targaryen, the Queen across the Water,

Claiming a slave army.

Previously in Valar Morghulis

"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.

Chapter 6

For the Greater Good

POV

The Boy Who Fought

Its lips opened, wide and wider and wider still, until nothing at all remained but a great gaping mouth in a ring of wrinkles. Jon stepped aside and abruptly crumbled in a heap. Harry motioned Black to lift Jon again.

"Follow carefully. Don't touch anything." Ygritte nodded.

The gate opened up at the bottom of a well. It was a good twelve feet across, all stone, with steps built into its side, circling down and down into darkness. The walls were damp and covered with niter. Water came up to their ankles. The top of the well was no bigger than a half-moon, but it grew larger and brighter every time they went around the round steps. Their footsteps echoed off the damp stones, and the water sounds grew fainter.

There were a lot of dark doors in the Nightfort, and a lot of rats. Harry could hear them scurrying through the vaults and cellars, and the maze of pitch-black tunnels that connected them. It was the first castle on the Wall, and the largest. But it had also been the first abandoned, all the way back in the time of the Old King. Even then it had been three-quarters empty and too costly to maintain. Good Queen Alysanne had suggested that the Watch replace it with a smaller, newer castle at a spot only seven miles east, where the Wall curved along the shore of a beautiful green lake. Deep Lake had been paid for by the queen's jewels and built by the men the Old King had sent north, and the black brothers had abandoned the Nightfort to the rats.

The Books had been right: There were worse things than rats down in the dark beneath the Nightfort. Harry could feel them in his bones.

Harry wanted to reach south of wall before Rattleshirt and the wildling party attacked it from south. Harry had forced rapid pace on themselves to accomplish it. He wished he could still do the real magic, the magic from his world. Then all he had to do was Imperius Curse on Jon to make him follow his plan. But to cast spells, he needed a wand.

In his travels he found out about an extinct magical race. Months of researching and traveling had been useless. He searched from old Valyria to far north where time itself was frozen. He even went to citadel to ask the maesters but all his efforts were in vain. He didn't find wand or staff or any magic focal device. All the magic in this world was either single ability based like seer or skinchanger or ritualistic. So instead of letting go of magic entirely he learned all he could about magic in this world. He learned blood and sacrifice rituals from a priestess. He learned skinchanging from best skinchanger in known world.

"You should let Jon in on your plan. I am sure He will understand your reasons. He may decide to help you." Ygritte said sitting down in the Fort's kitchen.

She makes sense, Harry thought. Jon Snow was not unintelligent man. He could be persuaded if given right reasons. Saving all humanity was almost always the right reason. When Harry had made plans for the Wall, he had not factored in Jon Snow. It was a lucky happenstance. He had planned to infiltrate Nights Watch to convince them to let wildlings in or if that failed, then sabotage the defense of wall. But Jon provided much more elegant option. If he could convince Jon to his side then no infiltration was required. Jon was well known person in the brotherhood, he was perfect for the job.

"Give him this potion," He handed a vial from his pockets to Ygritte "we will see if he can be reasoned with."

Harry knew he cannot force Ygritte and Jon to follow him in his plans, that will be against everything he stood for but their cooperation was instrumental to his plans for the North and its future. Harry knew story of the Night's king who ruled from this castle. The king who enslaved the Night's Watch to serve him and his sorceress queen. He had been the thirteenth man to lead the Night's Watch, a warrior who knew no fear. And that was the fault in him, for all men must know fear. A woman was his downfall; a woman glimpsed from atop the Wall, with skin as white as the moon and eyes like blue stars. Fearing nothing, he chased her and caught her and loved her, though her skin was cold as ice, and when he gave his seed to her he gave his soul as well. He brought her back to the Nightfort and proclaimed her a queen and himself her king, and with strange sorceries he bound his Sworn Brothers to his will. For thirteen years they had ruled, Night's King and his corpse queen, till finally the Stark of Winterfell and Joramun of the wildlings had joined to free the Watch from bondage. After his fall, when it was found he had been sacrificing to the Others, all records of Night's King had been destroyed, his very name forbidden.

Jon came about in short time. Harry was still wearing Jon's face. Advanced identity illusions were hard to do and much harder to undo.

"I am giving you a chance to prove your intelligence, so speak with your brain and not your instinct. I told you about my plan of letting Wildlings in. I also told you about the Others. They are here and in more number than ever. This wall was not build to keep Wildlings out; it was build to keep the Others out. You swore an oath, that oath clearly state that you will protect all men. Wildlings are men too. They have the right to survive. Is it so wrong to give them a chance?"

By the end of Harry's speech Jon was fully awake.

"Wildlings have no lows, they don't follow rules, and they don't have discipline to form a society." Jon refused to look at Ygritte as he spoke.

"Lows and discipline can be enforced. If you help me then I assure you, they will come peacefully. They are not invading; they are just looking for protection." Harry argued.

"And who will enforce it? They are free folks; they will never abide by the laws of Seven Kingdoms."

"I don't care about the lows of Seven Kingdoms. But they can live in civilized manners, they are not animals Jon. You should have realized that by now."

"They are my people Jon. Please listen to him. We can prevent this war. You can't let all of them die out there."

Jon remained unconvinced. "If they are not bound by laws so what's stopping them from looting people here. Thousands of people with no income are disaster waiting to happen."

"You are a brother of the King of North, aren't you? Maybe you can convince him to give this people land directly south of wall. Nobody is there anyway."

"These lands are property of Night's Watch; they are not Robb's to give away. The Lord Commander is official Lord of both the Gifts, New and Brandon's."

"So your commander has full authority of the land? Then all you have to do is to convince this commander of yours. Who is it?"

"Jeor Mormont is Commander of the Night's Watch, He is a good man."

"So you know him?"

"I was his squire before this ranging."

"So, will you help me Jon Snow? If you do, you will save countless life and prevent a needless war."Harry knew he had convinced him when Jon didn't reply.

Harry and Jon planned the whole thing. Ygritte providing quite a lot of input. As all of them were not in know of what was happening at wall presently, they kept their planning quite flexible. It was decided that Jon will be one to carry out the main plan. living the life of betrayals and half truth had made Harry a good judge of characters and he certainly classified Jon's character as Loyal and Honorable sort.

"You must convince commander to parley with Mance, Jon."

"And how can I do that?" Jon asked hesitantly.

"Tell him that Mance has found The Horn of Joramun and he means to bring the wall down," Harry said, "tell him he has a wizard with him who can perform the ritual of the undoing. Also tell him about the Others."

Jon Snow was visibly surprised. "So Lord Commanders was right, King-beyond-the-Wall was looking for something Magical in Frozen Mountains."

"And we found it."Harry lied easily. They never found The Joramun's Horn but nobody needed to know their failure to find it. Horn's name inspired fear in the Night's Watch brother and that was more than sufficient for him.

"What of you? Are you coming with me to castle black? To keep an eye on me?"Jon asked.

"No. Ygritte and I will not be coming with you. You will be hard pressed to convince your loyalty as it is."

"Where will you go? You can't stay here."

"Ygritte will go to Mance to tell him of changed plan. And I will be on my way."

"Way to where, Wizard?" Ygritte asked.

"Don't you both worry about that. Just do your parts." Harry focused on Jon. "I heard your father was very honorable man Jon Snow. I hope you will do him proud by saving all these innocents lives."

"We all will leave at daybreak," Harry said standing up from his position on the kitchen floor. "Rattleshirt and raiders will climb wall tomorrow at earliest. Both of should take rest and say your goodbyes, for if this plan fails, you may not get chance to."

When Ygritte and Jon woke up next morning, the Wizard and his wolf were gone.

A/N: My standard apology about horrible grammar. If anyone is interested in Betaing this story please PM me.