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CH1

I don't know when I started to remember my past lives. I don't remember not remembering if that makes sense. It was like the memories just appeared, but it felt like they were always there. It is strange how my thought process allows me to remember books that I have read both fiction and non-fiction. It comes to me as easy as thinking about it. Somehow, I know advance mathematics and science but I cannot remember learning it. For example, I remember reading about the Harry Potter universe in my past life. I also remember living in the Harry Potter universe. I remember getting my wand and going to Hogwarts. I remember runes and how to perform wandless magic. I have knowledge on theoretical magic as well as science and math's and how to combine them but I don't remember how I learned it. I recall places and things in the Harry Potter universe but I don't recall interacting with anyone. I also recall information and what happens in this universe I remember the TV show and some information in the books.

Knowing that the war was going to start and my grandfather and father will be dead in a few months after the tournament at Harrenhal. Before we continue let me introduce myself I am Leon Stark of house Stark. Son to Brandon and Barbary Stark. Grandson to Rickard Stark and Rodrik Ryswell.

My father was a complicated man who disobeyed his father and married my mother under a heart tree when he found out she was pregnant with me. At the same time when my mother became too big with me he was quick to leave. When the comforts of The Rillseat couldn't compare to winter fell my father left. Correspondence between my grandfather's we were informed that me and my mother were not welcome in Winterfell. From conversations between my mother and my maternal grandfather I found out that my start grandfather reluctantly named me my father's heir.

During my time growing up at The Rillseat my mother and uncles and aunts doted on me. I was proving to be smarter than the average child. Using compulsions that I knew would not last very long I was able to gather materials to make longer-lasting compulsion. Using iron, I carved myself a bracelet would make people more likely to listen to me. The longer there in my present the more it will soak into them they will not find it unnatural to talk to a child and even take advice from me.

My father would come by every once in a while mostly to do his husband the duty with my mother. By the next morning he was gone barely taking time to speak to or visit me. Rumor started going through the North that perhaps I was not the heir. There were even rumors to say that my grandfather was a liar and my mother was a whore. To squash the rumors at my fifth name day my father and mother heavily encouraged by my paternal grandfather threw a party to celebrate it. He invited lords from all over the north to celebrate Brandon Starks heir name day. I was introduced to the Lords and Ladies of the North at the festival which lasted four days. At the last day of the celebration my paternal grandfather arrived and decided it was time for me and my mother to come to live at Winterfell.

My grandfather was never cruel towards me on my mother but he was never warm. Barely spending any time in our presence and seem to be going out of his way to avoid us. My father seems to be upset by the fact that we living there since we learned he had several women who would come visit him regularly. My aunt Lyanna seems to adore me but did not like my mother. She would go out of her way to make snide comments towards her when she thought I wouldn't be able to hear or understand it. Only my uncle Benjen seem to be friendly to me and my mother going out of his way to spend time with us.

The only time my grandfather seems to been impressed with me was when Maester informed him of my advance reading and writing skills. Maester Walys was an ancient old man most of the time he spent his time in his chambers. I was wary of him because I recall all the conspiracy theories about him. That he manipulated the Starks trying to change them. I put them into a deep sleep and rummage through his personal belongings and correspondence. I have found no evidence to show that he was working against Stark interest instead the opposite. From his journals I was able to come to the conclusion that he was very fond of the Stark children and of my grandmother. If he had any negatives feelings towards the north or to the Stark they didn't sharpen it his personal journals. Of course, he wouldn't write down that I am plotting against the Stark on his journal but no hint of dislike or any negative thoughts came through any of his journals I spent several hours going through years and years' worth of notes and thoughts that he's written down.

What I found interesting was at times my compulsion to treat me as an adult would work and not work on certain individuals in Winterfell. My father only sees me as a child even when I would talk to him who would brush it off as if a child is speaking and even be weirded out at times. My aunt would be the same way but my grandfather and uncle Benjen the compulsion seems to work.

In the past two years I spent my time in Winterfell slowly gather resources knowing of what was going to happen soon. Using compulsions charms I had my grandfather give me a workspace of my own at Moat Cailin. Surprisingly he agreed I wonder if I'd even needed to use compulsions. In the last year my aunt seems to be distracted and did not spend any time with me which help me with being able leave to work on my creation without being disturbed or questioned.

I had collected the material that I would need to create my 10 warriors and their mounts. Using blood, stone and steel I have forged 10 fully armed and armored soldiers. Each one is almost 8 feet tall carrying a tower shield and warhammer. Each covered from head to toe in thick plated armor. I had also in this time created parchments that can be used to write compulsion charms.

It has been seven weeks since a message of my father and grandfather's death arrived. I had known when my grandfather rode out a Winterfell he was going to the death of my father and himself. I wrestle with the decision if I should change history or allow it to happen. I knew that if they lived it would be a long time before I would be able to rule in the north. I would be able to implement my schemes and plans. I did not need someone questioning me or having the authority to override any of my decisions. Even with my compulsion the time and effort of work you would take to constantly have them obey me was not worth it. The compulsion that I have only could last for a limited time I could only nudge them to agree to things it that they wouldn't care if it happened or not. Ultimately I decided that I wish to have complete control without having to answer to anyone directly.

These thoughts have been going through my head as I walked out of Moat Cailin and mounted my horse. I looked around to see that my grandfather from my mother still looked upset from the arguments we had the previous night. He did not want me to go since I was only seven names day old. Pulling my chainmail coif over my head before placing my helm on the hook on the saddle. Rubbing my bracelet before tucking it under my gambeson. I looked behind me and see the 10 soldiers my personal guard that I have created. I then took the reins and guided my horse through the gates. At the other side of the gate the different Lords of the North were waiting for me and looking over the fields I could see every house of the north their banners and army. There was nearly 23,000 men ready to march with me. I know in the books they said that there were only 30,000 soldiers in all of forces on Robert side. I believe that is because Ned probably called the banners after he arrived in the north. Ned still has two days at the earliest before he arrived in white harbor. I called the banners around the time my grandfather arrived in Kings Landing. So that gave them nine and a half weeks to gather at Moat Caitlin. Before crossing into the Riverlands we waited on the Kings Road for half a day for house Reed to join us. By the time we started marching again I had gotten word from our scout that my uncle Ned was seen with the rest of the house Manderly. Seems that they took a ship from White Harbor and landed on the coast in The Bite that is closest to the Kings Road.

I told the scout to inform my uncle to meet us further down on the Kings Road that we will continue marching until one hour before the sun goes down. About two hours before the sun is to set scouts have found a pretty good location on top of the hill one mile down the road. It was next to a creek and near the Kings Road a great location to set up camp. I had created three collapsible towers that could be taken with us on the road all it will require was three trees for each tower that would need to be cut. Each tower could hold 10 bowmen with defensive covering and when set up was 15 feet tall. Each tower would take less than 12 minutes with 15 men each working to dig the hole and cut down the tree. During each night, while in bed I would continue my practice using meditation. Slowly breathing in and out, concentrating on the soldiers around me, boosting them, allowing them to refill on their energy and focus on their task. I can get the soldiers to sleep easily and the ones on guard duty have them more focused on what they are doing. It seems each night I meditate I am able to go longer as well as get some rest during the process. two years ago, I could only last for about 15 minutes and I was completely exhausted and needed almost a three-hour nap to recover. I have been practicing when the soldiers were training in the training yards choosing one side to help focus while the other side to lose focus. Now I can go for about a little more than an hour but if I go for an hour and a half, I will be completely exhausted but if I keep it at 40 minutes, I feel like I have taken a 30-minute nap at the end of it. It was about 30 minutes into my meditation when I was informed by my grandfather that my uncle has just arrived to the camp.

I have not met Ned Stark but I remember him from the TV show and I was not impressed. As he walked into my tent being led there by Lady Mormont as he looked around the tent, I took my time to look at him. To my surprise he did look very similar to his younger TV self. He came over to me and put his hands on my shoulders "I am sorry about your father Leon" I smiled at him sadly while telling him that I am too but I will have my vengeance. He nodded before frowning and saying that I should return to Winterfell he will take the army and get vengeance for our family. Before he could continue, I reminded him that I was the Lord of the North that these are my men and my army and I will not hear him say otherwise. Before he could continue my grandfather asked Ned if he recognized me as Lord of the north. Ned seemed offended scowling at my grandfather before kneeling and swearing fealty to me as the Lord paramount of the North. After Ned stood up and before he can continue his argument the rest of the northern lords came into the tent. On a table I had the map of the Riverlands around as well as the Vale and Crownlands. While looking over the maps we discussed where we should go. Several of the Lord said we should go directly to Kings Landing burning the Crownlands as we go. Ned argues that Jon Arryn was planning on going to Riverrun after dealing with rebelling houses in the Vale. That we should contact him and the Tully's to create an alliance. My grandfather agreed with him laying out which route we should take. The next morning, I had written a letter and sent it to Hoster using one of my parchments that had compulsions on it that would only last for two month that would have him do what he did in canon and have him propose a marriage between Catelyn and uncle Ned. Creating a compulsion that he will also ask for his other child to marry into house Arryn. I have a longer but slower acting compulsion weaved into the letter that it activates when he touches the parchment. This one would have him being more agreeable to proposals for the next six months that do not directly affect him.

It was eight days after that we arrived near the Crossroad Inn where we met several of the Lords of Riverland and their soldiers. Lord Vypren, Haigh and Charlton met us about a mile from the inn. The three lords informed us that Hoster Tully and Jon Arryn were waiting for us in the inn of the crossroad. Ned was happy to see his foster father. It took three days before all the arrangements for the alliances were agreed to. Jon and Ned would marry Hoster's daughters. I subtly make sure to add that Ned's children were not to inherit the north they were not my heirs if something happened to me. I had that paragraph confounded so people would overlook it for at least eight months.

As we were getting ready to continue our march towards King's landing, we got news that Robert had lost a battle with the reach army and had fled to the stony sept and was being followed by Targaryen forces. Ned and Jon argued that we need to join forces and attack the Targaryen forces. Hoster and my grandfather agreeing with them. Jon tries to imply that Ned should lead the northern armies but I quickly shut that idea down and informed him that my grandfather Rodrik will lead the northern forces in my name. The northern Lords muttering in agreement. It took nearly a week to get the rest of the Tully forces and the Arryn men together before we marched to the Stony Sept.

my grandfather took control of the northern forces as I went to a nearby hill overlooking the town. Looking down from the top of the hill I watched my grandfather starting to lead the men against the Targaryen loyalists. For protection my grandfather left me with 50 spearman and my 10-bodyguard. One of my bodyguards took hold of my horse's rain before I started to concentrate. Letting my consciousness flow out, I felt for the emotions of the northern soldiers. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. With each inhale, with another breath I focused more of my concentration towards the northern soldiers. I focused on the sound of swords clashing, arrows whistling through the air, and the screams of the wounded. And with each exhale, I channeled my energy into my battle meditation.

I began to sway to the rhythm of the battle in my saddle, my mind tuning into the pattern and the melody of the conflict. I felt the fear and anxiety of my soldiers start to fade away as they became more focused and confident. Their movements became more precise, their strikes more deadly. As I continued to sway, I could sense the confusion and chaos among my enemies. They were losing their cohesion and their will to fight; I sewed fear into their ranks causing their once-united front to become disorganized and slow to react. The sound of clashing swords echoed throughout the town as the battle at the Stony Sept raged on. The streets were littered with bodies of Targaryen loyalist, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and shit. The fighting became intense. The narrow alleys made it difficult to maneuver, and soldiers were forced to fight in close quarters. The clanging of swords filled the air as soldiers parried and thrust with all their might. As the sun began to set, the sound of the battle began to fade. The enemy forces had finally retreated, leaving the rebels victorious.