AN: Sorry for the slight late update. I had some bad news and don't want to talk about it.

Now it is mostly Harry's POV. Tell me how you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Game of Thrones. Sometimes I wish I did though…..

Beyond The Wall

Harry was on a basket on the back of a man. He was not very comfortable with the position but had no choice. When he tried to protest but Clawfoot just said, "Would you rather walk?" that shut him up.

All of them were going on foot. It was very cold out there and light snow was constantly falling from the sky. They were not following any trail or road and making their own way through the forest. In a weather like this was not very easy or quick work. The constant cold breeze wasn't also helping any. But they were a very persistent lot, he observed. None of them had any complain and despite all the difficulties they were making good progress every day. They were traveling all day nonstop and utilizing as much daylight as possible and stopped only when they couldn't see where they were going.

They camped every night in some secure area where fire can't be seen from distance, but they always light a small one anyway. After being kidnapped he first woke up in a similar camp. He was laying by the fire. It was a busy camp and everyone was doing something. Most of them were sharpening their weapons or making arrows. Two were cooking something, some were trying to set up a tent nearby. He thought he was unguarded there and no one was looking at him. He tried to get up and immediately gave it up as a bad idea. He felt a throbbing pain on his leg and a groan escaped his mouth.

"You are awake." A voice spoke suddenly from somewhere above his head. He almost jumped in fright and cursed as the pain shot through his leg again. He looked up and saw it was that girl who shot him with the arrow.

She had curly brown hairs tucked under some hat and had a pair of big blue eyes. She was rather short in height but looked strongly built, he thought. She was wearing some rags over her fur coat and looking at him unblinkingly. He felt angry at her because she shot her.

"You think so?" he said sarcastically.

But she ignored the tone and asked instead, "Are you really a children of the forest?" She tried to ask neutrally but couldn't keep the curiosity out of her voice.

He didn't want to talk to her right now but the question caught him off guard. He thought if it would be a good idea to tell her that he was in fact, not a COF. He was wary that they might feel him useless and kill him.

"What do you think?" He asked cautiously.

"I don't know." She replied hesitantly. "You seem like one but you are supposed to be very powerful."

"Do you think I'm not powerful enough?" He asked indignantly.

"Then why are you still here, being captured by us?" She shot back.

"May be I wanted to go with you." He defended.

She snorted, clearly not believing him. "So why you are still lying here and not healing yourself with magic?" she challenged.

"I just woke up." He replied automatically.

"Go on then, heal yourself." She prompted.

"I can't." At her triumphant look he asked resignedly, "What if I'm not a COF? Will you kill me?"

"No, I won't." She replied angrily. "COF or not you have some power at least and we could use all the help we can get." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself.

Harry thought she was angry because of sudden show of emotion and tried to cover it up. He relaxed slightly and asked again, "So what do you think?"

"I don't know." She was clearly frustrated. "Are you?"

He thought if he should tell her. Could he trust her? It was the first time he was speaking to her and she shot him before but he felt like he could trust her. He didn't know why though. It may be her sudden show of emotion or her frustrated tone which sounded exactly like Hermione when she couldn't figure something out. Or the concern in her eye when he asked her if she would kill him. So he decided to tell her the truth.

"You promised not to tell anyone?" He asked.

She hesitated. "All right. I won't tell anyone."

"I'm not a COF." He confessed. At her resigned look he quickly added, "But I am powerful. Or at least will be if I am old enough."

"If you live that long." She muttered under her breath.

He decided to ignore the comment and asked instead, "What do they think?" He pointed to the people working around.

"Some of them think you are and some are just confused what to believe." She replied.

Then the food was ready so they couldn't discuss the issue further. It was not much, just some meats roasted on fire and dried fruits, but he ate that hungrily. He heard from the girl that he was unconscious for two days and thought that was the reason for his sudden hunger. 'The girl?' he thought. 'I didn't get her name.' so he asked in between the bites, "What's your name?"

"Egrey, what's yours?" She asked.

"Harry Potter." He replied without missing a beat.

Harry had a lot of time to think about what happened in the Winterfell. He did accidental magic for the first time. And then he used legilimency on Cersei. That very day he disapparated from the castle and got away from Jaime.

'Cersei, Jaime.' He thought. Not mother or Uncle Jaime anymore. He was more upset for Cersei than Jaime though Jaime was the one who pushed Bran out of the window. But he wasn't inside Jaime's head though and vividly remembered about Cersei's feelings in the tower. She felt worried that someone saw their little incest, then afraid that Jaime was letting the boy go when he pulled Bran away from the window. And at last relieved when Bran was pushed through the window. He could hear the regret coming from Jaime's voice but not once he felt any bit of regret or remorse coming from her.

She didn't care about anyone getting hurt for having her way. She was always cold, distant and ruthless to everyone who didn't concern her. How did he not see that before? He thought furiously. Of course he saw her distant behavior but didn't actually care before, he realized. He was just happy that he had a 'loving' family and completely overlooked anything else. Now he thought about it and realized he should've.

He also realized that he didn't consider her mother anymore. Now when he thought about his mother a face came into his mind that wasn't Cersei's, it was Lily's. And he didn't even thought himself as Harold Baratheon anymore. He was Harry Potter now, son of Lily and James Potter.

Egrey sometimes joked about his name. "So you make pots?"

"No, maybe our ancestors did and now I'm stick with this stupid name." He would answer mock indignantly. She would laugh at that.

She became his new best friend and they passed a lot of time together talking and doing stuff.

Harry had heard a lot of stories about wildlings before. All of them were about their lack of intelligence and what mindless beasts they were. He heard they were completely uncivilized and barbaric. They kill each other for the simplest things and eat each other. They don't have any leader, rules or justice. They are complete savages and we are lucky that the Night's Watch is keeping them away from us on the wall, Cersei would often tell him.

Now he found all of them utter rubbish. The wildlings were actually very hard working people. They were not mindless and most of them was very intelligent. They don't eat each other and though they didn't have any particular rules but they clearly had leaders, as he looked at Clawfoot again.

But when he asked Egrey about it she didn't laugh. She told him there were actually a lot of people exactly like what he told her. They ate human flesh and always at war with someone. They would kill their mother if they think she would taste good. Same can be said for the mothers.

Then he asked, "If they eat each other then why they are so many?"

"More people they kill, many more just join them." She replied with distaste.

When he asked about leadership and rules she just replied, "We are free people and we don't bow to anyone."

"Then how do you solve your problems?" He asked, a little perplexed.

"You solve your problems yourselves." Was her reply.

"But here you have a leader." He gestured towards Clawfoot. "And you said about a king beyond the wall."

"We follow someone when needs arise."

"And what need is that?" he asked.

"You'll find out soon enough." For some reason, she sounded regretful.

He was now thinking about the wildlings in a new light. May be they were always at war, there was no laws and you have to watch your own back, but he was used to this life. At least he could get away from all those awful people he once called family and no one will ever find him, he thought.

Cersei didn't know what to do. Her baby boy had found out about her secret and just ran away from her. She couldn't forget the disgust, hurt and fear in his eyes. Her own son is afraid or her, she thought. What was he thinking, she would kill him? She remembered that was her first intention but that was pure reflex. If it was anybody else she wouldn't let him go outside of this room alive. But he was her own son. And he was just a baby, she was sure she could convince him with anything. But she needs to find him first before he did anything stupid.

She broke out of her trance and shouted for some servants. When two maids came hurriedly, she ordered them to find Jaime and send him to her chambers immediately. She waited for him impatiently. About five minutes later Jaime came running and asked, "What happened?"

"He knows."

"Who knows what?" Jaime asked in confusion.

"Harold knows about the boy and he just ran out of here." She replied angrily. Sometimes Jaime was so thick, she thought.

"What boy?" Jaime was still confused. Then he understood. "Oh, Shit."

"Yes now go get him." She ordered.

Jaime ran out of the door again and ran towards the entrance hall. When he entered the hall he saw his nephew was talking to the Stark girl. Then Harold looked his way and ran. He was already out of breath but followed hurriedly. He didn't stop to see a surprised Arya following him. Harold was only five and couldn't run very fast so he wasn't worried about catching him. He was worried about what he was speaking about with the Stark girl. He saw him go around a corner and followed. He was extremely surprised to find himself alone in a dead end of an empty corridor. Then something bumped into him from behind. He looked behind and saw the Stark girl. She was on the ground from the impact and glaring at him. Then she noticed that the two of them was alone there.

"Where is he?" She asked.

"I don't know, he was just round the corner and just…. just vanished." He was still trying to figure out what happened.

"But it's a dead end." Arya said. She was sounding a little perplexed too.

"Is there any secret passageway?" Jaime asked urgently.

"Not that I know of." She replied.

So both of them searched every inch of that corridor but found nothing except some rat holes. They were talking while searching for possible escape route.

"Why you were chasing him?" Arya asked.

"He had an argument with his mother and ran away from there. She told me to get him." He told her truthfully.

"So what were you two talking about, did he say anything?" Jaime asked anxiously.

Arya didn't notice. They were both that subtle.

"No, we bumped into each other and he was crying. So I helped him getting up and asked him if he was alright. Then you came along chasing him." She replied and Jaime relaxed. Of course Arya didn't notice that either.

Jaime searched for Harold all day but couldn't find him and he didn't return his chamber that night either. The next day news spread that Harold Baratheon was missing. The whole castle was on an uproar again and every brick of it was turned to find him. But there was no clue where he was gone. It looked like he just vanished in thin air.

Then search parties were sent outside of the castle. They searched high and low. Ravens were sent to different places if they knew anything. And after four weeks all the search parties returned empty handed and without any clue. The King's men stayed for another month to search for him once more but only to fail once again.

So The King's men along with Lord Edderd Stark and his two daughters and some of his men left Winterfell two month later than planned.

Harry talked to Clawfoot a week ago at Egrey's insistence and told him what he told her about him. He was a large man and his feet wasn't anything like claws as his name suggested. He just grunted and didn't say anything, when he told him that. Nothing had changed after that except the man who was carrying him refused to carry him again. So to his great shame he was on Egrey's back for the next week.

Harry was healing quickly. The arrow didn't damage any vessel or nerve, just went clean through the muscles. So after two weeks he was walking with the others. The people who he knocked unconscious or injured accidentally, all were up and alright. It looked like somehow, he stuned the four and others were knocked off their feet by magical backlash. He didn't ponder much about how it happened, he was just happy that nobody was truly hurt.

Harry and Egrey talked a lot and one day he asked her about her family. She told him she never knew her father and grew up with her mother. She died last year in a raid from the enemy tribe. After that she joined Mance Ryder with the other people here. He said his condolences about her mother which she received solemnly. Then he asked about Mance Ryder and why they were following him. He asked about this before but she always avoided the question. So he was surprised when she answered.

"We don't believe in leadership most of the times but winter is coming. We need to work together if we want to survive." She replied.

"But I thought it was Stark family motto." He was confused.

"A wise family then." was her reply.

"So what happens when winter comes?" He asked.

"You don't know?" At his shake of head she continued, "During winter it is always cold. Not cold like this one, it is colder. You can't breathe in that. Your tongue will freeze instantly if you open your mouth. Your piss will freeze before it hit the ground."

At Harry's skeptical look she added, "I didn't see the winter but my mother told me that. And I believed her. She told me, after a long summer will come a long winter and with that The Others will come." She shuddered.

This was the second time he is hearing about this Others and now he thought it may not be some enemy tribe. So he asked her, "What are The Others."

She looked at him like he was mad, "You don't know about The Others?"

He just shook his head.

"Others are dead things. They are cold and always comes with the winter. Like winter isn't bad enough. You can't kill them because they are already dead. You have to burn them."

Harry thought about the Inferies in the cave, where he went with Dumbledore and shuddered involuntarily.

"So why don't you burn them?" He asked.

"We would if we could. But we don't have much woods to burn them all during winter. We'll die in cold and become those dead things then." She shuddered again.

'Not if you have magic you won't.' he thought.

"Why did you came south of the wall?" he asked, trying to change the topic.

"Because we saw them." She replied.

"Saw who?" He asked confusedly.

"The Others." She didn't laughed at him this time for his ignorance and he understood she was serious. Not his godfather of course, he mused nostalgically.

"So that's why you are here. You were fleeing. So what's changed?" he asked.

She didn't look pleased to the word fleeing but answered him anyway, "You happened." She snapped.

"And now you know I'm not that all powerful and mighty." He helpfully added, ignoring her tone.

"We thought we'll be safe this side of the wall. But what if the wall's not enough. We planned to go more south but your people will hunt us down if they know we are there and kill us or send us back to the wall if we are lucky. So we were going back anyway." She answered.

He was thinking about that and found her right. Nobody had any sympathy or care for the wildlings. They'll do just that. So he nodded in agreement.

He also talked to others in the group when he could and found that in their society men and women are equals and had the same responsibilities unlike the southern kingdoms where women are always inferior. He quite liked the sentiment.

Harry saw Egrey practice archery every day when they set up their camp. After getting back to his feet one day he approached her during her practice.

"You are good." She didn't say anything to the compliment and just nodded her head in agreement.

"Will you teach me?" He asked hopefully.

"You want to learn?" She asked and he nodded his head vigorously. She laughed at his enthusiasm and ushered him to come to her.

He was surprised that he was allowed to learn. He remembered too well that, Cersei had denied him every time he asked her. He also remembered in his dream life he was not allowed many things just because he was 'too young'.

So he started to learn archery from Egrey from that day. He wanted to try her bow but was unsuccessful. It looked so easy to draw when she did it but he found out it's not. So she made a new one for him to practice his aim for now. He also expressed his interest in blades and she confessed that she was not very good at it. But they practiced with sticks anyway.

Harry was adapting to his new routine very quickly. They got up before dawn and started packing everything. Then after a cold meal they started walking. They stopped only to hunt sometimes when food was running low and sometimes for a very short break. When light started to fade from the sky they would stop and send some scout ahead to find a suitable place for camping. This time others rested for a while and harry practiced with his bow. Sometimes Egrey joined him to practice swordsplay with sticks. After the camp settles down they would talk about different things before meals and then went to sleep.

Egrey asked about his family many times and he avoided most of the questions. He told her, both of his parents died when he was one and raised by his aunt and uncle who hated him. It wasn't entirely a lie, it actually happened in his dream life. He could tell she knew he was hiding something but didn't press the matter and he was grateful for that.

They also talked about his powers too. He confessed that, he actually didn't have any power and all he did was just accidental magic. Then he told her with more details what he could do when he will be old enough to do magic. He told her about conjuring fire, blasting things, transfiguring objects, making objects fly and many other things. She was skeptical but he could do nothing to make her believe for now.

He started to think about it after the first time they had this conversation. He recalled all his magical study again. He didn't have a wand. So he couldn't do most of the magic for now. In his dreams he learned wandless magic but it took him several years of hard work and even then all he could do was some less powerful spells. He then thought about what magic he could do without a wand. The name came almost instantly.

Mind magic. And it mostly didn't involve a wand. He had to work very hard to master occlumency. He remembered very well about Snape's torturous lessons. But he was pleasantly surprised when he found out he was a natural legilimence. It took him only two months to master the art and he could enter most people's mind without them noticing and without a wand. It proved very valuable during the war.

He knew he was still was an occlumense thanks to Brandon in the Godswood and he did legilimency once already, though the circumstances was not very pleasant. So he tried to read mind from then. He found out, with a bit of focus he could still see what other people were thinking. But it needed direct eye contact. He practiced on every one of the group from then on. He didn't tell anyone about it not even Egrey because he remembered very well how angry he was when he first found out Snape and Dumbledore were using legilimency on him. He felt a little guilty about invading other people's privacy but thought, what they don't know, can't hurt them, right?

He also decided to try runes and thought of the things he could do with it. It would make life easier, he thought.

So he tried to recall everything he could remember about runes. Ancient runes was his favorite subject from his third year. He studied all his third year materials in a month. Then he owl ordered the fourth year books and finished them too. It took him even less time. He remembered, Hermione was very frustrated about it, because for the first time she was second in any subject.

He took his ancient runes OWL at the end of the third year, much to professor Babbling's delight and Dumbledore's displeasure. He got an outstanding with distinctions. He took his NEWT in the next year and got an outstanding too. Next year he studied independently but couldn't progress much due to OWLs. In his sixth year he couldn't concentrate much in anything due to the regular mental attack by Voldemort. During the war he learned a lot about warding and curse breaking from Bill Weasley, a former curse breaker from Gringotts.

He found out, he remembered all the runes and then his main problem was powering them. He could easily power runes wandlessly in his dream life and decided to test it first. So he craved runes to prevent cold to his shoes with a sharp rock he found some days ago. It was almost dawn when he was finished and couldn't wait to power it up. So he picked up a shoe and concentrated on the feeling of his magic. It took a while and eventually he found the feeling and tried to channel his magic into the runes. The runes on the shoe glowed white for a while and returned to normal. He was very happy that he could power the runes wandlessly and slumped unconscious from exhaustion. He slept for the whole day despite everything Egrey did to wake him up and ultimately she had to carry him again.

The next two weeks he had to be carried by Egrey almost every day. He was so enthused about runes that he couldn't care about his exhaustion or being carried by a girl every day. But he was getting better and was less exhausted every next day. In this time, he made his clothes protected against cold, waterproof, fireproof and impenetrable. He also added these features to his shoes, gloves and hat.

He told Egrey about his project after the first day. She scolded him for exhausting himself, then asked what good are these drawings that took so much out of him. When he told her what he could do with runes she was skeptical. So he made her a pair of auto warming and waterproof shoes to impress her and after trying those on she was very impressed indeed. She said that the hard work of carrying him around like a baby was worth it. With slight legilimency probe he found that she actually liked to carry him around. When he teased her about it she just blushed but didn't deny that.

After a forty day's journey on foot they reached the Wall. Though Harry got his first sight of the Wall about a week before, he couldn't help but gaped open mouthed at it. It was truly magnificent. He could feel magic literally oozing out of it. It was made of purely ice and its most incredible feature was its size. It was spread to the either side as long as he could see. And its height was most impressive. He was about a hundred meters away from the wall but he had to crane his neck upwards to see its top.

"How the hell did you climb this thing?" he wondered aloud.

"It was hard. We lost half our men there." Someone answered from behind solemnly.

He didn't look behind to see who answered him. He just kept gaping at it.

"How am I gonna climb this thing?" he asked no one in particular. But it was Egrey who answered this time.

"If we are lucky, we don't have to."

"What do you mean?"

"We found a tunnel under the wall 'after' we climbed down this side." She replied bitterly. He could sympathize to that. Anyone would be angry after losing half of their team to find out they could do it without even breaking a sweat.

"That's good news, right?" he asked.

"If it's not too sealed." at Harry's confused look she explained, "It was almost sealed when we last saw it. It was only wide enough to pass one at a time."

But luck wasn't on their side. They found out the tunnel easily enough. But was like blocked after about halfway through the path. They debated whether they should dig their way out or again climb the wall. Most of them wanted to dig rather than climb the wall. So they made a camp in the forest near the tunnel and started working right away.

"But the Night's watch is supposed to guard the wall. Won't they see us?" Harry asked when they were setting up tents.

"Crows don't come this far. They just guard the area near the Castle Black." Replied a Gorgy, a sixteen year old teen.

"Why not?"

"How should I know?" He snapped at him. It was hard to dig in the frozen land and the lad seemed a bit irritated, so he didn't bother him more.

The sealed tunnel was as hard as a rock. They didn't have proper instrument to dig up but they started working with whatever they had. It was a very slow work and even more cold inside the wall wasn't helping any. At least there wasn't any cold wind like outside.

Harry had learned one more thing in those days about the wildlings, that they were very stubborn and persistent. If they set up their mind into something they will try to do it as hard as they could. So despite their extremely slow progress they worked around the clock. Looks like they prefer to do this taxing labor than the perilous climbing, he thought.

In those days he trained more for his aims with the bow and also practiced with his stick sword with Egrey. Harry had seen swords fight in the king's landing in the tourney of his brother's name day but the fighting style of the wildlings were completely different. Where the knights were clad with heavy armor and couldn't move very fast, the wildings were very fast and light on their feet. The knights fought methodically and they had certain rhythms but the wildlings were unpredictable and they each had their own style. During their practice others often looked and sometimes gave suggestions. He was at first very confused which to follow and became very irritated to see Egrey didn't have any problem like that. So she told him that he should follow what suited best.

He also worked on his magic other times. He was becoming very adept at mind arts and now he could pick up anyone's surface thought without even looking at their direction, if they were thinking very hard. So he decided to give it a try on the battle and frustrated Egrey every time during their swords practice. She worked very hard but only to be beaten by a five year old. She didn't know that she was broadcasting more in her frustration and he could predict her every move. So he easily dodged, parried or blocked and on getting some opening attacked and moved out of her reach before she could react.

The spectators became very impressed with his skills and they also tried mock duel with him only to lose miserably. So Egrey chased him down and ignoring the stick tackled him to the ground and tickled him mercilessly.

Everyone on the group was convinced that he would become a formidable fighter once he grew up. He also knew what is expected of him. He knew when to go fetch some woods or do other small chores. He knew what to say to people and when to back off. And these were also helping in the growing respect for him.

Despite his success on mind magic and rune work Harry Potter became very frustrated because he couldn't do other branches of magic. He needed a wand to do that, so he set his main focus to it.

He had to make his own wands after his holy and phoenix feather wand destroyed during a battle. After rescuing Ollivander from the clutches of Voldemort he taught them the sacred arts of wand making. The lessons proved extremely valuable during the war and saved their lives so many times to count.

The main problem was the ingredients, the wood from a magical tree and a core from a magical creature. He knew how to make wands from blood but they tend to be very volatile and would explode in his hand if he's not careful enough. He could collect wood from the Godswood and Egrey told him there are plenty beyond the wall. But where do you find magical animals? He thought. They answer came when he was discussing alternative to climbing or digging the wall.

"Why don't we go around the wall?" he asked.

"Because it's spread as long as the land goes."

"But we can go through the water and cross the wall easily if we build a boat." He stated the obvious.

"No we can't." Egrey argued.

"Why not?" He challenged.

"We could from the east but the crows always guard that area from the Eastwatch. Besides the sea is very unsteady and no small boat can stand those huge waves"

"What about the west?" He still wasn't ready to give up yet. He just didn't believe anything to be impenetrable.

"There is shadow tower but no crow guard it anymore. And for good reasons." She was stalling him now and taking great pleasure in his rising ire.

"What reasons?" he knew what she was doing but still felt agitated.

"The Dark Mountains." She said mysteriously. At his impatient look she added, "It's higher than the wall and you have to land on the frozen shore through the bay of ice if you want to avoid it."

"What's wrong with that?" Now he was truly interested.

"Bay of ice is what the name says. It is always frozen. You can't sail through there. And if you somehow manage that then there is the frozen shore, it leads to the only place, Land of always winter."

At his blank look she added, "There is always winter and no 'live thing' can live there."

She said living thing with a meaningful tone and he understood.

"You can't go anywhere else from the frozen shore?" he asked.

"You can but you have to cross the dark mountains again and reach the haunted forest."

He was processing these new information and mused aloud, "So if we want to avoid the wall, we have to go half way through the world on a more dangerous path only to reach this hunted forest." He summarized.

"Exactly." She was happy that he understood.

"Wait, what hunts the hunted forest?" he asked.

"Many things. Giants, direwolves, trolls, mammoths, giant spiders, you name it."

Suddenly he felt very excited. Now he knew where to find his wand core. If there was any place he could find a magical creature, it had to be that place. She did mention only dark creatures and he wasn't sure if they were magical or not but it was worth a try, he decided.

His intentions must've shown on his face because Egrey was looking at him worriedly and asked, "You'll go there won't you?"

"I think so." He didn't see any point in denying that.

"Just so you know, it is extremely dangerous in there and no one goes there except when absolutely necessary." She didn't forbid him or anything and in a way told him to be cautious.

This was one of the things he liked about the wildings most. You are a free man and you can do whatever you want. Nobody will stop you until it was their business.

After twenty more days they could dig a tunnel just wide enough to pass one man. They packed everything valuable and one by one made their way through the tunnel to the other side of the wall. It was Harry's first time to this side of the wall and he tried to find out the differences between both sides but found none. It was exactly the same forest and lands they were traveling almost two months now. Except for the cold. It was to be expected though. They were more north and everyone knows that north was colder than south. Though Egrey argued that her grandfather visited far north, past the hunted forest where he found a cave which was hot like summer. He mentally added that to his to-do-list.

They crossed the wall near an almost broken down tower abandoned by the night's watch named Icemark. Though this side of the wall was not guarded for centuries, they mostly made their way through the forest and avoided any higher area. It was hard work in the cold and snow and slow going. Harry and Egrey was protected from the cold thanks to the rune work but the others were not so lucky. Harry wanted to make all of them protected clothing but he could manage that much without exhausting himself.

They couldn't go for more than six hours due to lack of light and camped for the night. Harry saw a lot of trees with faces craved into it, but felt no pressure on his occlumency barrier. He mentally called for Brandon but no answer came. He guessed the greenseer may be doing something else or maybe the wildlings were not worth his time. He started wandering around the woods and Egrey joined him soon.

The wildlings never restricted him from going anywhere but there were always someone with him, mostly Egrey. He thought after crossing the wall they might allow him some alone time but saw that wasn't the case. He didn't like this lack of trust. Even after promising he won't run away they didn't heed him. He talked to Egrey about it but she didn't support him in this too. The summery of what she said is, the wildlings don't believe in promises. She said promises can be broken and he could do nothing about it. When he thought about it he realized that she was right. It wasn't any magically binding oath that must be fulfilled or you lose your magic or life. All of it may be true but he didn't have to like it.

"Came to guard me again?" he asked her sarcastically.

"I'm not here to guard you." She defended. "These woods are dangerous. Not only from animals, but also other people."

He immediately felt guilty. She sounded a little hurt. He knew she wasn't there to guard him. With a bit of legilimency he knew her feeling for him ages ago. She loved him like a little brother and loved to spend time with him. She will never admit it though, he thought.

"Sorry." He said in a small voice.

She didn't say anything to that but looked a little happier. There was a comfortable silence and they walked through the woods. They explored the area about half an hour. Then they were returning to the camp when he saw something strange. It was one of those trees that had face craved on it. It was strange because it was pure white in color, even leafs. He stopped walking. Egrey saw what he was looking at and told him she had seen those trees before on this side of the wall but they were very rare.

Harry was thinking about his wand when he saw the tree. He was trying to figure out some way to distract Egrey and collect some woods for his wand. The wildlings don't pray to any Gods but they respect them. He thought, it won't be wise to cut some branches from a tree which some consider Gods.

What stopped him on the track wasn't the color of the tree. When he saw the tree he could feel the magic in it. He felt some trace of magic from other trees but not this strong. And he knew he had found the woods for his wand.

He was so eager to collect some wood that he totally forgot he was not alone there. So he almost jumped to Egrey's voice when she spoke about the tree. He stared at her some time, trying to figure out her reaction if he cut some branches from the tree. With a small mental probe he felt the respect she had for the tree. He considered come back later but immediately discarded the idea. It was already dark and he may not find the place again. And they always started walking before the daylight is fully up. According to Egrey these trees are extremely rare. So it is now or never, he thought.

"Do you mind if I stay here alone sometimes?" he cautiously asked. He wanted her to make assumption that he wanted to pray here alone.

But she knew him too well and looked at him suspiciously. But at his pleading look she just shrugged and left him alone. But he could see her in distance standing and trying to keep an eye on him. He thought it was the best he was going to get. Then he neared the tree cautiously and once again mentally called for Brandon. He didn't get any response and relaxed slightly. He thought about Brandon many times and couldn't reach any conclusion. So he was still a little wary about him.

As he neared the tree he could more strongly feel the magic from it. It wasn't exactly like the magic in his dream life but it was mostly similar. But even in his dream life he never encountered any living being emit this amount of magic from it. He carefully observed the branches and found which would be more suitable for his wand. He selected some carefully cut about two feet from each branch with the small knife Egrey gave him for curving runes. He looked back several times to keep her out of sight of his work. When he was done he peeled the leaves and smaller branches. Then tucked his newly acquired property securely under his robes and started walking towards Egrey calmly. The whole thing took only five minutes.

When he reached her she just looked at him curiously but didn't say anything. They walked the rest of the way silently.

It was two days since they crossed the wall they reached an odd place. Egrey told him it is called Craster's Keep and owned by a man named Craster. She said the name with such disgust that he wondered what the man did to earn such hate. That he found out soon enough and wished he didn't know.

There were only one man lived there with about twenty women and children of different age. The children were all female and he was surprised by the lack of male child. He couldn't help but feel disgusted and hate the man when he found out all the women there, were both Caster's wives and children. The question about the male children remained and when asked all he got for answer was, nobody knows and nobody cares. So he decided to put his special skill into use. What he found out, both disgusted and horrified him.

Craster was talking to Clawfoot when he started his legilimency attack from behind Clawfoot. He was so angry at the man that he forgone all his subtlety and attacked brutally without thinking of any consequences. He tore into his mind and extracted everything in it. Then he went through it and found out what he needed. It took about two minutes and when he was done Craster slumped unconscious into his seat, blood pouring from his ears, nose, mouth and corner of his eyes. Despite the nature of the information he got, he felt satisfied at the fate of the man.

His satisfaction was sort lived because he noticed the silence. All the people in the room were looking at him with different types of emotions. Most of them were angry, some of them with hope and some were afraid. He understood hopeful looks because they were all pregnant. He also understood that they never seen anything like this and so felt afraid. But what he didn't understand was, why they were so angry, as most of those looks were coming from Craster's wives/daughters.

There was about two minutes silence and one of the older looking wife of Craster cried at him.

"What have you done?" she bellowed.

"I know what he was doing to you. So why are you angry at me? I have done you a service." He shouted. He was both angry and frustrated of their lack of gratitude.

"Whatever he did, he saved us. Now we are all going to die." She wailed. At her words, the ones previously looking hopeful or pleased now looked afraid too.

He started to retort angrily but Egrey interjected, "Craster was negotiating with us and the crows both and never refused anyone. So we all left him alone."

Her explanations did nothing to calm him. He went to one pregnant looking girl who looked almost thirteen and pulled him to the center of the room forcefully. She resisted at first but then willingly came.

"Craster didn't deal with just you two." He said that looking towards Clawfoot. Then asked the girl he brought, "Tell them."

Everyone in the room was curious what she would say, so they kept quiet and despite her very afraid whisper, they could hear her clearly.

"He gives our boys to The Others."

There was more silence as everyone in the room was processing what she said. Then the room was in uproar. Everyone started to shout at the same time. Craster's wives were wailing in distress that 'the others' will now claim them. Some were accusing the girl as liar. They were saying 'the others' couldn't come this far south, though it was more a question than a statement. Some were silent, still processing the information.

Clawfoot banged his warhammer on the table and it cleanly split in two. He got the desired effect though, the room silenced. Then he called all his men plus Harry together outside to what Harry guessed some kind of meeting. When they were outside and some distance away from the cabin Clawfoot grabbed Harry by the collar and pulled him off his feet to get face to face.

"What did you do to him?" he asked calmly, though Harry could feet his anxiety.

"No less than he deserves." He answered evenly, though his collar was slowly suffocating him. "Now let me down." He demanded.

Clawfoot then released him and he landed gracefully on his feet.

"He will live, but his mind has been destroyed." He explained at everyone's expectant look.

"How did you do it?" asked someone from the back fearfully.

"Magic." That seemed to shut them up but he could see it didn't satisfy everyone's curiosity. He noticed this before. In his dream life, every time he did something unexpected and theoretically impossible then told someone that he had done it by magic and that shut everyone up.

Then they discussed what they should do with the women and children. After a long debate they decided to offer them to go with them and whoever chooses to stay can stay. Then they returned the cabin and told the residents of the place about their decision. About half of them decided to stay. Harry looked at whom wanted to come with them and noticed they were all the younger ones.

So the next day they started their journey with eleven more people.

The next fifteen day's journey was almost the same to harry except for one thing. Now he had a wand.

One night he was practicing his daily occlumency exercise before going to sleep then the thought occurred to him. He knew how to make a wand with blood and the problems of blood wands. Those wands tend to explode when exposed to too much magic. So blood was only used to make the wand specifically keyed to only one person's use. He asked Ollivander about it and he said, blood is the best conductor of magic but there was no wood capable of matching the power of blood and that's why the woods of those wands explode. Now he had some special wood unlike he had ever seen before. He felt how much magic it was emitting. Can it withstand the power of blood? He wondered. It was worth the risk, he thought.

So he started working on the wood immediately. And about an hour later he had a ten inch long wood. It was pure white in color like its tree and after preparing for his wand it was now smooth and shiny. The next two hours passed in which he carefully craved the required runes on to it. Then he made a piece of stick very thin and about the same length of the wand. Then he cut the wood for his wand in specific sites and inserted the newly formed stick into it. It was now ready for his blood.

He pricked his finger deeply and squeeze blood out and soaked the runes thoroughly. After that he powered the runes carefully. The color of the wood changed into bright red and started to glow. Then he stabbed vein of his left hand and touched the protruding part of the stick to his wound. When the stick touched his wound, he immediately felt the drain in his blood. It drained a lot, more than the wand space could possibly hold and when it stopped he felt a little lightheaded due to all the blood loss. He quickly bandaged his hand with some rags.

It wasn't any conventional method of wand making. He learned it from Ollivander. The old wandmaker told him, it was all theoretical discussion because he had yet to find any suitable wood. So he didn't know if it worked. He very cautiously picked it up with a piece of cloth to inspect it for any visible fault but found none. It was no longer the white wood it used to be. It was the same color of his skin, as if an extension of his arm. It looked perfect.

So he gathered up his courage and grabbed the wand with his right hand and nearly dropped it in shock. There was a shower of different colors of sparks from the tip of the wand, much more than his first wand. He felt the wand hummed in acceptance. It felt very powerful and seemed very eager to do magic. He knew the moment he touched the wand that it will withstand any kind of magic he threw at it, how he knew that he didn't know.

It was almost dawn but he didn't notice. After the primary shock of successfully making a wand passed, he immediately casted a lumos and the tent filled with a very bright light. After a quick nox he waited to see if anyone noticed. Then he started casting all his first year charms and found out he could do them easily although he could feel that he was becoming very weak now. May be due to blood loss, he thought. Harry Potter went to sleep in very high spirit.

He was on Egrey's back for the next two weeks due to his enthusiasm about practicing magic. He told her about his wand and importance of it. After demonstrating a Wingardium Leviosa on her and a feather-light charm on her things, she was very impressed. She asked if he could blast things or cut through the trees or kill someone instantly. He knew the wildlings were not savages like people of the north claim, but sometimes he wondered if that was true. Sometimes like this. They were very bloodthirsty and if any solution is possible by fight they never think for more solutions.

So then he demonstrated a Bombarda on a nearby dead tree and a Difindo on a branch for the entertainment of her and others who were looking. If they were impressed before, it was nothing compared to this. They practically worshiped him from then.

He found out that, he could easily do any first and second year spell. But beyond that he always felt a little lightheaded after casting a spell. He could do some complicated spells which despite being upper year, they were less draining. He was slowly improving though and after two weeks of practice he now could do all his first and second year spells silently and some third year spells without exhausting himself.

Two more weeks later they reached Mance Ryder's camp.

Mance Ryder was a big man. He looked about forty and had long brown hair. His beard was also long and untamed like his hair, gave him a wild look. He was about seven foot tall and there was something about him that made people respect him. It may be his piercing brown eyes which showed wisdom or overall appearance or commanding voice or maybe all of these together. He was an impressive leader and he looked like a true wildling king, Harry mused.

He thought what he knew about him. He was born a wildling. When he was young, he was captured by the Night's Watch and made to wear the black. He was with them about twenty five years and recently left them. He now declared himself the king beyond the wall and collecting followers. And by the looks of it he got plenty.

When the travelers reached the camp they were immediately escorted into the biggest tent. When they entered Harry saw there were about thirty people already in there having some sort of discussion. Mance Ryder was angry at them at first for fleeing but then Clawfoot pushed Harry hard on the back and forced him to go forward.

"But we brought back a magician." He said hurriedly.

"Magician!" Mance Ryder forgot about his anger and looked at Harry skeptically.

"Go on boy, do your thing." Clawfoot nudged him on the back.

Harry was already irritated by the man and decided to teach him a lesson. So he turned around and looked at him evilly. At his look Clawfoot tried to back away and hide behind someone. But he already saw this coming and casted some spells at him very quickly. To the observers he just flicked his wand and there was a bang and a flash of light. When they looked at the place where Clawfoot was standing and found a real 'Clawfoot' about half his size.

He didn't try human transfiguration yet. So he swayed slightly from exhaustion but a hand quickly steadied him from behind. He knew it was Egrey without looking behind and squeezed her hand slightly in thanks. She just squeezed back.

There was a silence following this display of magic, then half of the room burst into laughing. The other half didn't know Clawfoot's name or had no sense of humor, he thought. After that he was easily accepted within them and got a place in Mance Ryder's tent.

That night he was questioned by about twenty men and he told them what he already told the men he came with. He expected the questioning about him and his magic but was a bit surprised when Mance Ryder asked him, why he wanted to join them. So he repeated the story of his life that, he was orphaned when he was one and ran away from his abusive uncle. Now he wished to be free and wanted to fight the Whitewalker. Mance Ryder flinched at the name but seemed to be satisfied by his answer.

After the Craster incident he thought everyone overlooked the question, how he knew those information about Craster. But he was mistaken. That night Egrey confronted him about it and he had to tell her about his mind reading ability. She wasn't pleased was an understatement. She was furious, not about any privacy stuff. She was furious because he used this ability to beat her in every dueling practice. He then requested her not to tell anyone but she told him, she'd think about it. He was wary at her evil look but forgot about it after some days.

He thought she had forgiven him after all these days. But he was wrong. She told Mance Ryder that he had the ability to tell if anyone was lying. So for the next two months he had to attend every meeting with Mance Ryder and inform him who he should trust and who he shouldn't. Despite this, he was a little grateful that she didn't tell more details about his mind reading ability.

After that he joined Egrey and twelve others who wished to return to their village. He told Mance Ryder about his wish to go with Egrey and to his surprise he didn't object. Later he found out he already ordered Egrey to keep an eye on him all the time. He was used to this kind of behavior now and didn't mind much. He reached the village fifteen days later and he immediately loved it from his first sight.

It was a small village. Harry could see about fifty houses. They were arranged in some defensive pattern, he recognized. The outer houses were smaller in size. The two sides of the village were guarded by mountain walls, one by a frozen river and one was open, he observed.

The whole village was covered in white snow. There were small children playing on the snow and some people were seen wondering around.

When they approach the village from the clearing a loud horn sounded. Immediately all the children seemed to vanish in thin air. Then about fifty men and women, all armed in different sort of weapons, came out from different houses and lined on the outer perimeter of the village. He was impressed on their reaction time but found some flaws on their defense. They were all standing together waiting for arrows to hit them, he thought. If they took cover behind different houses, the enemy will have a hard time infiltrating them. When they were still approaching he told Egrey about his observations and she was impressed again. She told him, she would talk about it to the village council.

When they were close enough some of the villagers recognized many of their group and shouted something to the others. They immediately lowered their weapons and rushed forward to welcome them. Harry shook his head at their stupidity and took a mental note to point it out to them later.

Harry followed Egrey to her old house. They saw, it was now claimed by some other people in her absence. But the man now staying here allowed them to stay with him. He could see the lust in his eyes when he looked Egrey's direction. He made to warn her but stopped at the look of revulsion and hate in her eyes. He decided they can't live here long.

The village life was more peaceful than with Mance Ryder. He practically had to do nothing here. So he dedicated his times in improving his magical and physical skills. He made some new friends too. They were all slightly older than him but he was clearly the leader. They would follow him around and practice with him. They were all awestruck by his magical abilities and practically worshiped him.

He was in the village about six months now and thought about building a new house. The tension in the old one was building steadily as their host was becoming more fearless. He was afraid of Harry after spying on him doing magic. Harry sensed him of course and intentionally demonstrated some very destructive and lethal magic. It still took out a lot from him but he had the desired effect, as he left him and Egrey alone so far.

He consulted with his new friends about building a new home as Egrey was absent. She went on the hunt two days ago and didn't return. He wasn't worried though. It usually take about a week to get a decent pray.

His new friends however were very excited to the prospect. Sobeg asked if he wanted to build a magic home. Khuka asked if they could help. So he told them what he wanted. He had already selected a place near the back of the village, closed to the frozen river. He leaded them there and told them, he wanted to build a medium sized house but there was not many woods they could use. He proposed them to carry them from the forest as he would cut them down. And to his delight they agreed.

He transfigured a stone into a chain-saw. He could do this type of transfiguration now and transfigured some more. After he instructed how to use them and which trees to cut, they set to work. Harry really had to catch a breath and decided to just supervise for a while. It proved to be a good idea because they weren't used to working with these tools and making a big mess of it. So he corrected their grips, taught them how to make the trees fall to the side they wanted and remind them to rest after a while. He could see they were having a great time doing new things and felt something inside him.

Whatever the feeling was he couldn't decide if it was a good or bad thing. He felt like he belonged here. Here he had friends, a sister and soon a home. He looked at them working together, laughing and having fun. He just felt something for them. He knew then and there that he would protect them with his life.

That day they just cut the trees and left them in the forest. They tried to take the saws with them but when Harry explained that, they'd vanish in another hour or two they seem more enthused to see it vanish before their eyes. He just shook his head in exasperation.

The next day they worked on the land. The elders came to them that day and asked what they were doing. When he told them he could clearly see their disbelief. After some demonstration of magic they left them alone, muttering about crazy children.

They had to dig very deep on the land and didn't had necessary tools. Harry wasn't used to this type of work and knew nothing about what tools required. So he had to do it by magic. He explained the problems to his friends and transfigured a pair of wheels on a sledge. It did wonders as they could bring back half the trees that day. In this time he exhausted himself by digging two really deep holes on the hard frozen ground. He was very happy with the progress and couldn't wait for the next day.

Next day passed exactly like the day before. The children brought the rest of the woods and he could dig two more holes. The next day he managed to dig three holes and in the meantime the others cut the woods in appropriate sizes in Harry's direction. The next two days passed as harry dug five more holes and the others brought stones of different sizes from the hills. They all waited in anticipation for the next day. Because they'll do the real building then.

Harry had dug twelve holes total. There were twelve logs of trees prepared for them as they'll work as the base of the house. He slowly levitated one by one and placed them into the holes. It was very hard work due to the size of the logs. It took about an hour in total but he had to rest for the next hour. He charmed the holes to be impenetrable before so they remained that way. He lifted the charm before placing the logs. Almost the whole village was there to see what they were doing and impressed at the progress.

The next bit of work was only Harry's. He just levitated the collected stones around and in between the logs and made an uneven and unsteady mess. Then he transfigured them into a firm and smooth platform. Transfiguring stones were the hardest thing he had done by far and his mistake was that he tried to do this in one go. He just put as much effort as he could and after he finished he found himself on his own bed.

He opened his eyes to find an irate Egrey looking at him. He couldn't remember what he had done now, so he wisely kept his mouth shut. He remembered soon enough when she started shouting at him about his stupidities and why he couldn't wait some days and start after she came back. Later, after she calmed down he found out that he was unconscious for three days and the people of the village finished the walls of his new home under Egrey's supervision in this time. He couldn't wait to see how it looked. It was almost noon and after a quick meal he sprinted to the location of his home.

He was pleased to find out it was almost finished and some men were finishing the roof now. He had plans for the roof and the walls but that'll also do, he thought. He found his friends were sulking nearby and sending nasty looks at the working men. He understood their sentiments perfectly. They wanted to finish the work themselves. When they saw him coming they immediately cheered up and flooded him with complaints. He calmed them down and watched them working. Their work was complete next day and now he could go on with his next plan.

It took a full month but when he was finished, the look of the house completely changed. It was snow white now, exactly the color of the snow that was now covering the village. Its walls were very smooth to touch and it looked so beautiful that the whole village assembled to just stare at it in awe.

What they couldn't see was its special features. The walls were now indestructible and had fire and water repellent runes on it. It also had runes against all kind of insects and parasites. And its doors and windows had ante-trespassing runes on it. He also added these features to the roof and added a ladder to the attic which was clearly absent before.

Then the villagers started to enter the house to see inside. They were pleasantly surprised to find out it was comfortably warm. He added these special runes that will keep a constant temperature despite the weather. The stone floor was hard and cold but very smooth. There was a fireplace at the entrance hall which was empty for now. There were also some comfortable looking armchairs and tables there. They found three big bedrooms of about the same size and had the same furniture, a large single bed, a closet, a chair and a table and an extra door for the bathroom. He craved runes to vanish the contents of the toilet. The kitchen was also impressive. Besides the normal cooking instruments it had also a big dining table, which impressed most of them. There were also two storerooms and a basement. The doors to these rooms were hidden so they didn't get to look at them. But he showed them to Egrey and his other friends as they did a lot of works here and deserved to know. The both storerooms were extremely cold, more than outside. He explained to them that it can be used in the summer. The basement was a big empty room. They can find its use later.

So Harry and Egrey moved in to their new home next day. Egrey wasn't comfortable at it at first but then he told her that he had built it just for her. It was the first time he saw her cry. She stared at him for a long time and processing what he said then silent tears started to flow from her eyes. After that she enveloped him with such fierce hug that he couldn't breathe. She didn't show her emotion towards him easily before, but after they moved into the new home she became the perfect big sister.

Five years had passed after that. It was his first ever uninterrupted happy life. And now he had a real family too, he thought happily.

AN: the next chapter will contain about Harry's meeting with Jon Snow and some happenings in westeros. Please R&R.

Pairing: There will be pairing but I didn't think about it yet, Harry was too young then. But now I need some serious thinking. Any suggestion will be really appreciated.