Chapter: 2

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The Godswood

Brandon Stark loved climbing. Many times his mother asked him not to but he never listens. He just liked the thrill and feeling of being alone high on the abandoned towers. The bite of the cold wind, birds' nest, lizards all were on those towers that he loved but what he loved most was the view. So he was on the roof of the eastern tower and was the first to get a glimpse of the king's convoy. He came down as fast as he could only to land just in front of his mother.

"Brandon."

"I saw the king. He's got hundreds of people"

"How many times I have told you no climbing?"

"But he's coming right now, down our road?"

"I want you to promise me, no more climbing."

"I promise." Said bran in a small voice. Looking down his feet.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"You always look at your feet before you lie."

Bran just smiled sheepishly.

"Run and find your father. Tell him the king is close."

Bran did just that, a dire wolf cub at toe.

Arya Stark was terribly bored. She hated study and learning about customs and courtesy. All she wanted was to be a fighter. So she secretly practiced swordsplay with the butcher's boy with a stick and tried to learn and archery on her own. She was even better than Bran at archery. She already tried many times to sneak in and so that she could learn more with the new recruits but every time got caught. So when she learned about the kings coming to the north she planned to disguise herself as a soldier and join the others but got caught by his father again. So there she was, standing bored with the rest of his family and waiting for the king to come.

A sudden sound of trumpet and the gates of the castle slowly opened and came the king's convoy. It took about fifteen minutes to enter all of the king's men. Then the king came down the horse and all gathering to greet them fall to their knees.

"My lord, Winterfell is yours." Edderd Stark, lord of the Winterfell, warden of the north stated.

The king came in front of him and pulled his old friend, brother all but blood into a manly embrace.

"Nonsense. Come, let's go to the crypts." Despite the protest of the queen they did just that.

Next came the feast after some rest. Prince Joffrey eyed Sansa Stark out of his corner of his eyes and Sansa did the same. Of course Arya had to ruin the moment by throwing a potato to her sister. Sansa shrieked at her now ruined dress and tried to beat up Arya. But Arya was already on her feet and Sansa gave her a chase.

Harold was enjoying their antics and having a great time.

Harold found the Stark children were very interesting. They all seemed to have their own pet direwolf even Jon Snow, the bastard of Lord stark had one. And even they were quite different from each other they got along excellently.

Robert Stark eldest of Stark children was a fifteen year old boy and unlike Joffrey he was the big brother you will be looking up to. He always paid attention to his brothers and sisters and also did his duties perfectly. He would scold Bran for climbing the castle and then ruffle his hair affectionately. Then give Arya tips about archery and swordsplay. He would listen to Rickkon what he had to say. And practice swordsplay with Jon Snow and Theon Grayjoy whenever they offer. Although he never saw him interacting with Sansa. Probably because she didn't like to hang around outside and not get the chance to see each other except for meals.

Sansa Stark was a bit dull to his opinion. She was the perfect Lady but was no fun and always scold anyone who is misbehaving in front of her. She also seemed to like Joffrey. Though he suspected that the feeling might be mutual.

Rickkon was about his age and liked playing around freely. And Jon for some reason liked to stay isolated from the crowd. He never once seen him during meals, not even at the feast.

He found Arya and Bran to be most interesting. Bran liked climbing and he could be seen climbing the walls like lizard. And he spotted Arya spying on Uncle Jaime practicing and suspected she must be interested in fighting.

And despite being busy playing host to the king, he noticed Lord and Lady Stark tried to keep track of all their children more than once. He felt a tinge of jealousy inside him.

A week passed when his father declared during their breakfast that he wanted to go for a hunting. So when the king and Lord Stark left for the preparation he was unsurprised to see both Barn and Arya looked visibly excited. As the hunting team left after breakfast for preparation, Arya and Bran quickly vanished around the corner.

He was trying to make some friends here and got his opening. Bran must be gone for some climbing and thus following him was futile so he followed Arya. She was very intent to follow the hunting party and didn't notice him, but the wolf following her did and started to growl loudly.

Arya didn't even glance backwards and called, "Come on Nymeria, hurry or we'll lose them."

When the wolf still didn't follow her she looked back and saw little Harold cowering in the corner and Nymeria, her wolf slowly nearing him.

She immediately ran to them and physically dragged the wolf away from him.

"Don't worry she won't hurt you. But sometimes she tend to scare people."

Harold was frozen in place. He was quite surprised at the wolf's behavior. It seemed wild.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes, she is quite harmless. I am training her myself." Arya said proudly.

But he did not look convinced. He had a very good idea of Harmless creatures in Hagrid's standard. The gamekeeper and later teacher had a really nasty affinity towards potentially lethal creatures.

Arya noticed his skeptical look and commanded the wolf to sit. But to her surprise it didn't follow her command.

"She won't hurt you." She persisted.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course." "At least when I'm with you." She added with a glint in her eye.

Harold knew that look, seeing it countless times on Weasley twins. He wasn't completely assured but decided to believe her for now. Like he had a choice. He mentally scoffed.

"So, are you going to hunt too?" He asked knowingly.

"Oh no, they must be gone." Arya groaned.

"No they are not. We can still catch them." He was already running towards the door and Arya and wolf quickly followed. What better way to start a friendship with an adventure together, he internally chuckled.

Once they were outside they saw no sign of the hunting team.

"See, they are gone." Arya said dejectedly.

"But we have the wolf." Harold countered.

"Of course. Why didn't I thought of that? Nymeria, follow." This time the wolf obeyed and they followed running behind her. Harold was struggling to keep up with them but barely managed.

After ten minutes running Arya noticed they were not going towards the main forest but going to the nearby smaller forest. She thought they must have gone this way. Sure enough, after directly crossing the forest they came upon a large clearing and could see the hunting team was halfway across the clearing. They stopped there for catching their breath.

"They seems too slow. We could catch up to them." Harold was still panting after five minutes rest.

"They must have stopped to the Godswood." Arya guessed.

"There are Godswood here?" he asked warily.

"Of course. All the northeners pray here."

"Oh." He still remembered the incident when he was two years old and didn't want to repeat that event. These heartwood or some called Godswood have some sort of negative reaction to him.

They hunting party was now gone in the woods and Arya signaled the wolf to follow and they once again ran after them.

However when they made to the main forest they heard sound of hooves coming rapidly towards them but not from in front of them but from behind. They quickly hide behind a large bush to see that it was Theon Grayjoy. He rushed past them towards the direction where the hunting team gone.

"What was that about?" Harold asked.

"Don't know. I think something happened. Something important." She guessed, suddenly worried.

They sat there for about fifteen minutes then again there was sound of hooves. This time from the opposite direction. About five minute later the whole hunting team followed by Theon rushed passed them. This time they were both worried. So they immediately followed them but they were already halfway across the clearing.

When they were crossing the small forest then they came stumbling upon the Godswood. When Harold first stepped onto the area he felt a pressure building inside of his head. Like someone is trying to enter into his mind. Now he recognized it's a legelimency attack. "Stop" he screamed, head in his hands falling to his knees. And miraculously the pressure disappeared. But he still felt something just outside of his occlumency barrier. And he froze.

His brain was now running miles per hour. He has occlumency barrier? That means all of those things are real. Magic is real. And he can do it. And this time he felt the intruder trying to penetrate the barrier again. It was not like how he felt in his dream world, it's like someone is probing not at any particular point, but all over the barrier at once. Like it was trying to collapse the whole barrier at once.

'Stop.' he commanded again. This time mentally. And the probing stopped again.

"Harold!" Arya was shaking his shoulder. "Are you all right."

"Oh." Was his reply. He looked at her blankly.

'Lower your shield. I want to see.' A voice spoke on his mind.

He almost jumped at the voice and looked around wildly. Arya started to say something hut he gestured her to stop.

'Who are you and why do you want to see?' he mentally asked.

'Because if I can't see inside of your head, I can't see your future.' The voice said, like it was obvious.

'And why do you want to see my future?'

There was a pause and the voice seemed to be thinking before it spoke again.

'I just want to see. That's all.'

'Sorry to disappoint you, but your curiosity is not worth my time.' He did not like the voice at all. It sounded like whoever the voice belong to believes it was his right to look into his mind.

'Aren't you curious about your future?'

This time harry started to think. Knowing future is useful and all, but there is something in that voice sounded familiar. But he could not put his hands onto this. He was sure that he never heard that voice in his life, including his dreams. It sounded like he did something wrong to disappoint him.

'I am but I don't know you and I don't trust you.' He said bluntly.

'My name is Brandon. And of course you can trust me.'

'So what, just name? I don't like people in my head. It's privet.' If the dreams are true, he wouldn't want anybody know. Even if people know about his power it would do him no good for them to know about the source. It will just add to the suspicion.

'My boy, it's for your own good.' Brandon replied genially.

Now, he recognized the voice. It was that manipulative old bastard Dambledore once again. The voice sounds different but the tone was unnervingly similar. And that put him on more edge. He didn't want to be manipulated like that ever again. But he needed information.

'So, what are you?' Harry asked curiously.

'I am a human of course. But also a greenseer.'

'What's a greenseer?'

'We can see through trees?' Harry was really astonished this time. Seeing through trees? Many possibilities started to play through his mind.

'Well.' He said at last. 'So you can only see through these trees?'

'More or less'

'What does that mean?'

'That means we can see through these trees only, but can also feel through any other trees.'

'What can you feel?' Harry asked warily.

'Nothing much' Brandon conceded. 'We can just feel someone's presence.'

Well, that's good. So all he had to do is look out for the trees like these and his secrets will be safe for now. Then another thing hit Harry.

'We? How many are you?' Once again he was worried. Of course, there could be many of them. Not everyone was like him. A lone wizard in the world. Once there may be was magical people, but not anymore, he was convinced. If there were then there would be stories about them like old Valyria. He heard rumors about magical people still lived in some cities across the narrow sea, but not anywhere near Westeros.

'Once there were some. But now I am the only one left.' Came a sad reply. 'There are a few Wargs left though.'

'What?' Asked Harry confusedly.

'Wargs can see through some animals and birds.'

'Some?'

'They vary from person to person. And they have their limitations.'

'Can you see through the animals?' He asked. Once again wary.

'Yes, but I have my limitations too.'

Thanks god for some small mercies, Harold thought. This Brandon seems like a very powerful person. It's good thing he had limitations. Though he had to take his words for it. But he may know about other magical people like wargs.

'So are these trees magical?' He asked.

'Yes and no.' Looks like Brandon or whoever it was likes give answer cryptically.

'What do you mean?' So he asked again.

'These trees are magical, but there are other trees that are not though loos like these ones.'

'Are there any magical creature?'

'Of course there is dragons.'

'Any other ones?'

'So, are you interested in magic then?' Brandon asked, sounded interested.

His mind was racing again. He won't let him know about him until he fully trust him. And it was kind of hard someone invisible.

'Of course. Who isn't?' he kept his expression neutral.

Brandon chuckled. 'Who indeed.'

'So are there any people who can do magic?' he asked.

'Yes and no.' again that annoying answer.

'Means?'

'Once there were an entire magical nation. But now all that left is some of their descendants having some particular gifts. Like wargs.'

'How do you know these?' He was genuinely curious about the answer. Brandon sounded like he saw those things happening. And how old is he?

'Oh, I saw them happening.' Was the simple reply. So his suspicion was correct. He was some kind of immortal God, whom the Northeners prayed to.

'How old are you? And are you some immortal God?' He asked. Suddenly worried about offending a God.

This time the voice laughed out loud. 'I told you already that I am a human and I am most certainly not immortal. When you see me you will understand.'

'See you? Where do you live?'

'Very far north. Many leagues beyond the wall.'

'Wow.' was all he could say. He was astonished by the power of Brandon, that he can see through a tree from that distance.

'Now tell me young Harold, what is your ability?'

'What do you mean? I don't have any ability.' Yet, he thought.

'Sure you do. You are the first person that I can't read. It's not normal so you must have some power. So tell me.' He asked expectantly.

This can't do. He was not ready for anyone know about magic yet. So this conversation is over. Whoever Brandon was he couldn't do him any harm. Right? Except for mental assault. He had now a lot to think about.

Arya was watching Harry impatiently and asked several times, what he was doing. But all Harold did was just mouthed her a "Later." It looked like something's going on.

So Arya was startled when Harold suddenly grabbed her hand and ran towards the castle, dragging her in surprising force for a five year old. And the wolf followed eagerly.

"What was that all about?" Once they were outside she asked, picking up the pace.

Harry thought quickly. What should he tell her? He didn't want her to freak out. So tried evading the question for now.

"Let's see what happened, then I'll tell you."

"All right." She conceded.

Bran was high on the west tower and wondering about things and enjoying the view below, then he thought he heard someone.

He was on an abandoned tower and no one should be here now. He moved quickly towards the sound and when he was crossing a broken window he heard sounds again. When he looked he saw the queen and her brother Ser Jaimme Lannister both completely naked and they were both lying on the stone and moving very odd way.

The queen suddenly looked up and saw him on the window.

"Jaimme stop. Stop." When he stopped she added pointing her finger, "Look."

Jaimme Lannister immediately got up and grabbed him by the coller. He couldn't get away quickly enough.

"You are the Stark child aren't you?" He asked.

"Yes. My name is Bran."

"And you like climbing don't you?" he asked dragging him slightly towards the room and away from the window.

"Jaimme, he saw us." The queen said.

"Yes, I know." He replied.

"But, he saw us." She said again.

Jaime Lannister was thinking something. "The things I do for love." He said at last and pushed Bran out of the window.

Bran was too shocked to do something and after being pushed he tried to grab the edge of the window but could not get a strong enough hold onto it. And he was falling and falling and then nothing.

Jon Snow was practicing out in the train yard. He was joining the nights watch and having some practice with Theon. Then there was a sound of screeming and they immediately ran towards it. He found Bran laying on a heap on the ground in an odd angle and unmoving. His wolf was howling besides him. And some maid was still screaming.

Jon quickly ran and picked up Bran as gently as he could and ran towards Maester Lwuis's chamber.

Theon was standing there a bit longer and then ran to grab a horse. Someone needs to inform Lord Stark.

AN: That's all for today. I know it's short but the next chapter will be bigger and contain some actions. Please read and Review.