Seven months later
Harry's horse trudged cautiously through the snow. They were on their way to Maidenpool to get passage to Essos. The port city could be seen from afar, smiling invitingly at them. Behind them rode Walder, who was anything but pleased that his master wanted to go to Essos. However, he had no other choice. Either he followed his masters, or he would continue to sit in his hut and freeze his ass off. The last few months have been anything but eventful. Every day when they had time, they practiced fighting. In doing so, Harry found that Walder knew as much about swordplay as he did about cooking. Just nothing. Yes, he was a passable archer and could ride a horse, but could he wield a sword? No, he couldn't. He just swung his sword around, hoping to hit something. On the other hand, he was good at reading tracks and knowledgeable about nature, but that wouldn't do them much good. At least not where Harry ended up.
Only out of necessity did Harry take Walder with him because traveling alone was dangerous, even if you had the magic on your side. In seven months, Harry had created a new trunk for himself. He was able to exchange the fittings for some skins at the blacksmith's and after a few weeks, he could call himself the proud owner of a magic suitcase, which he hid in his tattoo. Immediately after creating it, he expanded the interior and began to fill it with treasures that were very difficult for an ordinary person to create. Though unable to use Transfiguration spells, he found it fairly easy to create all kinds of objects out of clay. There was a reason the Potters were called Potters.
Long ago, the Potters were a family of potters in the Roman Empire. Through military service under many captains, the Potters gradually managed to take possession of large areas. When the Roman Empire fell, they moved to Britain where they lived as princes among the Muggles. The Potters were not only good soldiers but had also roamed the seas as traders for centuries. As a result, the Potters were not only able to travel the entire world, but also to gather knowledge that no one else found. The Potters hoarded this knowledge like a treasure. Well, some of the books were incredibly valuable, almost priceless, but the Potters hid them from the world. In their paranoia and fear of the Ministry, Harry's ancestors hid this treasure, guarded by magic that was anything but harmless. Hermione, Daphne, and Harry found this library by accident while visiting the old Potter mansion where the Potters had lived for thousands of years.
This library was also the reason why he had to go to Essos, although he did not tell about this Walder. Harry didn't trust the bastard, but he was useful and so he was allowed to accompany Harry. The reason Harry had to go to Essos was an object he thought was lost. This object, unassuming as it was, contained a case with fourteen separate compartments. It wasn't the trunk that mattered to Harry, it was what that trunk contained. The Legacy of the House of Potter. Fearing that Voldemort or his followers might find and destroy the library, he and his two lovers created this trunk. Massively expanded on the inside, this suitcase contained the entire history of his planet along with the treasures his ancestors had collected over the past 2000 years. Knowing this, he would be invincible and possibly rule all of Westeros. However, Harry didn't care much. He wanted it property back and it seemed that the trunk ended up far away from him.
In his old world, the trunk was always hidden in the talisman he wore around his neck. At first, he had assumed that he lost it together with his clothes, but a small ritual indicated that the suitcase still existed. He performed the ritual himself because he lost his wand in the snow, but how could he have known that a much greater treasure was still waiting for him.
So, he had no choice but to find it and take it back. A few minutes later they reached Maidenpool and they were immediately stopped at the gate by some men.
"What do you want here? Speak quickly," said one of the men. He wore dark armor with a thick fur cloak draped over it. His teeth were crooked, and he stank like the plague, but Harry didn't show it.
"We want to charter a ship to Essos. That's acceptable, isn't it?" Harry asked a little haughtily, trying to speak like a nobleman. Which isn't very difficult for him. His English accent was very similar to that of a knight. Also, the clothes he made were finer than those of an ordinary citizen. The men at the gate eyed him before stepping aside and letting them pass.
Without saying a word, Harry rode through town, keeping his eyes on the harbour. Walder trotted along behind him, not quite keen on sailing across the sea on a ship. One couldn't blame him, since pirates often attacked ships. Harry didn't care what Walder thought. He had the choice to follow him or stay at home and now he had to live with the consequences. They didn't need long before they were at the harbour, where there was a lot of activity. Some merchant ships were at anchor and just being unloaded. Harry rode straight to the nearest person who looked like a captain. The man wore more elaborate clothing than everyone else and kept giving other men instructions on how to unload the ship he was standing in front of. He dismounted, gave Fern the reins, and walked toward the man. He always had to avoid people who stood in his way.
The man seemed to notice from afar that Harry wanted to speak to him and scowled at him. A short time later, Harry stood in front of the man and asked, "Are you the captain of this ship?"
"Who would want to know?" the man asked gruffly, scowling at Harry. Harry couldn't blame him. He was still very thin and understated, despite being dressed like a noble.
"I am Lord Harry Peverell, of the House of Peverell. my companion and I need passage to Essos." Harry said with a smile on his lips. Behind him, he could feel Walder trying not to attract attention. Inwardly, Harry sighed at Walder's behaviour. This man, Harry knew, would get him into serious trouble, but he didn't know what it would be like yet.
"Well, it's not cheap for two people. 40 stag per person and not one star less," the captain growled, motioning for Harry to follow. Harry quickly assigned Walder to take care of the horses and then followed the captain. Without many detours, the Captain led Harry into the belly of the ship. It was a single-masted ship and Harry could see a strong resemblance to a carvel, however, it was of clinker construction. The ship's interior reeked of rotten wood and other foul odors.
Harry bit back his nose and nodded at the captain, who said, "That's your hammock. In three weeks we will be in Bravos and they can disembark there. I will send a man with food in the morning, at noon and in the evening. They stay inside the ship the whole time, do we understand each other?" Harry just nodded silently and placed his bag next to his hammock. The Captain had already left the belly of the ship, leaving Harry alone. Harry sighed and sat down on his hammock. The hearing didn't go as planned. On the one hand, he couldn't manipulate the man to take much less with him as he had hoped, on the other hand he could see in the captain's mind that he wanted to sell her to someone as slaves at the first possible opportunity. Not something he was keen on. To top it all off, none of his combat magic worked, with a few exceptions. These also cost him more energy than he was used to. During his fight against the wolf he hadn't noticed it because he was already very exhausted and thought it was because he was using the magic without focus. There were many magical realms that he had no access to in this world. Transfiguration, illusions, combat spells, nearly fifty percent of all spells he had learned from Flitwick and all non-rune based wards.
When Harry thought about it, he knew a surprising number of different and powerful spells that didn't work in this new world. Luckily he could still use ninety percent of the rune magic he knew. Only some Egyptian runes did nothing in this world. On the other hand, the Japanese and Chinese runes seemed to work surprisingly well here. Harry only knew a few of these and had rarely used them.
But he knew a place where he could learn more about this type of runes. Finding his suitcase and this one would cost him dearly. He already knew that. He could only hope that he would find it quickly and thus dramatically increase his chances of survival here.
A few hours later.
As quietly as possible so no one would hear him, he crept onto the deck. On the way, he only had to avoid a few people and reached the stern of the ship after a few minutes. The helmsman slept next to the rudder and had tied it so they could go straight ahead. He made sure the helmsman was running again and then did what he had come to this place to do.
He quietly opened the big sack he had brought with him and pulled the first stone out of the sack. The stone was the size of a fist and blood red. Small white runes adorned the crimson stone and he tapped the stone with his wand, then murmured a long incantation. Harry tapped the stone three more times after casting the spell and then threw it into the sea. He quickly pulled out a large piece of parchment and tapped it once, then murmured the password and activated the spells on the map.
A map immediately appeared with everything within a radius of three kilometres around the stone and the exact position of the stone. Happy with that, pulled out the next stone and repeated the process. But before he threw the rock into the water, he first tapped the map and then tapped the rock to have a red dot on the map three kilometers from the first rock. Harry checked everything again and then threw the stone into the water. Harry then studied the map carefully. The stone moved from its current position to the position marked with a red dot. Satisfied that everything was working as it should, Harry repeated the process twelve more times.
When the job was done, Harry double-checked the map to make sure everything was working as it should. Fourteen points were glowing on the map, some of which were not yet in their final positions. Each stone could move independently of the other only ten kilometers. Not enough wiggle room to reach their final position, but Harry couldn't pour more magic into each stone. They couldn't have taken more magic. So, Harry made sure they charged up with the ambient magic over time. Each week they could gather enough magic to walk four hundred yards, but Harry didn't mind. He had time, lots of time. Also, they would have a lot more magic at their disposal over time, as each stone was linked to the others once they had finished their work. Well then, great amounts of magic could flow through these connections. Any rock that was already in its final position would now burrow itself twenty feet deep and then begin building conduits to the other rocks. Once the connections were in place, they automatically spawned more bricks.
Over time, such an amazing magical web would emerge that could eventually span the entire planet. But it wasn't that far yet. Harry would be content if he could monitor the path from Maidenpool to Braavos. On land he had stopped and buried his stones every mile and a half on their way to Maidenpool. The stones worked well there, but a test in the sea, where their movement function was also tested. Now he was only able to do this now. Near Walder Hütte he had buried several of the stones that have already produced several dozen stones in the last two months.
The stones had several functions that Harry was more than proud of. For one thing, he could identify everyone within a two-mile radius of each rock. Second, he was able to draw magic from the system. Each stone accumulates the magical power for one Stun Spell per day. Already on the stretch between Maidenpool and Braavos he would actually have to place 600 stones and now one could calculate what tremendous power Harry had at his disposal in this way. Unfortunately, this system would not provide this performance immediately. Only when all of the island systems were connected would he be able to access this power. Once that was done, he would finally be able to use wards again. He could not distribute more than 14 stones during the sea voyage without arousing suspicion. However, he had already created more than eight hundred stones for his passage to Braavos. You never knew when an opportunity to make a difference would present itself.
Unfortunately, his map could only connect stones no more than twelve kilometers apart, which hampered his work somewhat. But when all are connected, each stone would send signals and he would have access to all stones.
After work, Harry crawled back below decks and lay in his hammock. He hoped they reached Braavos quickly. He couldn't last long on this greasy ship without getting the plague from it.
A few days later
Before they knew it, something happened that he expected. Your ship met with a slave ship. It appeared that the ship's captain was also secretly working as a slave trader, and so Harry and Walder were struck down shortly before their arrival, only to be put in chains like some of the other travelers traveling with the ship. As they were taken to the slave ship, Harry could see the slaver handing the captain of their ship a sack. How Harry hated it when he was right. He looked at Walder and kicked him in the shin when he didn't stop howling.
"Calm down you fool, do you want people to take notice of us?" Harry hissed at Walder, but Walder continued to swarm. Not for the first time, Harry wondered why he'd taken Walder with him on the trip. The entire trip up to here he had complained about the rough seas and it wasn't just him that got on his nerves.
"Please, noble warrior, save me from the slave traders. I will stop drinking. Please, noble warrior, I beg you." Walder murmured to himself. Harry rolled his eyes. Walder seemed to get religious when his skin was threatened, but that didn't matter to Harry.
They had to flee the ship before they reached a port. Once there, escaping slavery would be difficult. Not that he couldn't pull it off, but Harry didn't want to do it to himself. So he did what he could do in the situation. He waited until dark and then struck.
With none of the prisoners resisting much, the slavers had only posted one watch and Harry could hear them celebrating on deck at having gotten such a nice haul without doing much for it.
Harry followed the guard patrolling the ship with his eyes and considered the best way to take them down. But first, he had to get rid of his chains. Which was easier said than done. Not that these were much of a hindrance to a wizard. However, making this inconspicuous was a little harder. Because the spell to loosen the bondage would let it light up briefly. Something the guard would notice. She would then be attentive and Harry didn't want that. He wanted to go about it quietly and take out the pirates that way. Inwardly he cursed himself for still not having tested his magic rope. It would be helpful in such a situation.
So he waited until a good opportunity presented itself and then struck. A short time later, the guard turned his back on him and felt the breast of a female prisoner. This was the moment Harry had been waiting for. He got up, crept up to the guard, and strangled them with the chain that chained him to the ship. The man didn't stand a chance. A few moments later the guard stopped twitching and Harry untied his bonds with a charm. He rubbed his wrists and tried to calm the woman in front of him a little so she wouldn't draw the whole ship's attention to her.
"Sh, calm down. Everything will be fine." Harry tried to calm the woman down, but she kept crying. The woman grabbed him and howled into his shoulder. Harry rolled his eyes. Yes, it might sound insensitive, but Harry didn't have time for the woman. He drugged the woman and began searching the guard for useful items. Luckily no other prisoner seemed to have woken up and he was able to continue working in peace. On the man's corpse, he found not only his sword but also a dagger and sturdy shoes. His shoes are better than his own. Harry took off the man's shoes without thinking and put them on. They were a little too big for Harry but fit better than the ones he wore before.
He quickly grabbed the sword and dagger, then snuck onto the deck. What followed could be compared to a massacre. He slaughtered every drunk slaver except the captain. Well, this one might still be useful for finding the nearest town, so Harry knocked him unconscious. After the work was done, he set about looting the corpses. He stripped each slaver and then threw the bodies overboard. Her valuables ended up in his suitcase, which was in the tattoo on his left arm. He found this rune magic in the old books of his ancestors. The ancient Japanese magicians called their rune magic Fuinjutsu. A name that sounded ridiculous to him, but some of her rune magic was really interesting.
One of those rune spells was this tattoo. It took a talented tattoo artist to do all the little markings on the body, but luckily Hermione found one. Harry was even luckier when he discovered that his tattoo still worked in this world and the items he had sealed inside had not disappeared. For him, this was a stroke of luck. The tattoo contained several of his rune books as well as his personal notes. There were also some healing potions in the tattoo and now a suitcase with valuables.
In the end, he made a small inventory of the items he had stolen from the slavers. There were twelve pairs of shoes that weren't all that bad. 24 swords and daggers. 14 still usable tunics and zero pants as they all stank and were soiled with excrement. Not even in a hundred years would he touch these.
After he was done with that, he went back below decks to free the prisoners. Briefly, he considered selling her to a slave trader, but he didn't think of it. He wasn't a slave trader and he hoped he would never be forced to become one or must work with them. One by one he freed the prisoners and explained the situation to them. When everyone was free, Harry asked the group, "Do any of you guys know how to sail a ship? The crew is dead, except for the captain, and we must anchor somewhere for the next few days in order not to starve. I suspect we're near a port that the slavers wanted to head for."
"Sir, I served on a ship once," an older man said, bowing his head respectfully to Harry.
"Then you can certainly guide the younger ones among us. Once we're on land, everyone can go their own way." Harry said, just about to leave when one of the women called out, "How are we supposed to do that? Our money and valuables are on the ship we sailed on. We now only own what we wear on our bodies."
"Well, we could sell this ship and hope to get enough for all of us," Walder suggested, earning nods of agreement from the others. think Harry. It would delay his plans if they sold the ship. He would rather have remanned it with a new crew to sail further east. But he couldn't have everything. On the other hand, with the captured swords, he could probably afford a trip east. It was a difficult decision.
"Well, we could do that when we reach Bravos or some other free city. However, I'm not sure if those cities are the closest ports we could reach." Thinking aloud, Harry said goodbye to the others to speak to the captain.
Two days later
As Harry had expected, the captain was very willing to give them directions to the nearest port and also told them where their journey should have taken them. Turns out there was a small pirate port northwest of Pentos that neither Bravos nor Pentos knew about. As their provisions became inedible after a celebration by some former prisoners, they had to head for the pirate harbor before their journey could continue. Harry wasn't thrilled about that. From the captain's memories, he knew that there were usually several ships anchored at the pirate harbor, but the hunger of the others was greater than you understood. After their stopover, they would continue sailing to Bravos, although Harry was more interested in Pentos. However, he was overruled by the others who felt she was much safer there. Well, the north winds would bring them to Bravos without much effort, but it was much further and there was a danger that they would be attacked by pirates again. To get to Pentos they would first have to find a south wind or use the oars. Nothing the others liked. This was understandable, given that there were merchants from Essos among the captives for whom ransom was sought. Many of them had never worked physically in their lives.
After a lengthy discussion, five younger men volunteered to accompany Harry and Walder to the pirate harbor to buy provisions. They could find enough coins in the captain's cabin to provide the ship with enough provisions. Walder didn't want to accompany Harry to buy the goods at first, but Harry simply forced him to do so. One more sword could make the difference, and Walder was one of the few who knew what to do with the pointy end of the sword.
So, they docked their ship near the pirate harbor and went ashore to walk the rest of the way. Each of the men carried a sword and it was decided that he would do the speaking. After all, he was the only one who could speak Bastard Valyrian. How useful Legimentics could be. For the last two days, he had squeezed the captain like a ripe lemon. Knowing everything he decreed, every dirty secret. Everything Harry had found and would use. It sounded dark, but Harry consoled himself with the thought that he'd turned a bad person into a mess.
A few hours later they reached the harbor and Harry was less than thrilled. The buildings were made of rotten wood and everywhere you could see that the port had seen better days. Many houses looked like they were about to collapse and some already were. Several pirate ships had docked at the port, looking no better than the ship they were traveling on. In short, this place was a cesspool of the worst kind. He wrinkled his nose and went to one of the houses selling goods. He had to dodge several pirates who either fought or took a whore in the middle of the street. Not a very pleasant sight. Most pirates here were mangy curs and the whores were no better. Harry would like to burn down this eyesore and rid the world of this evil. But he knew he didn't have the magic or enough men under him to do it. Well, he could, but he would lose some of his companions and he needed them to steer the ship.
So, he made the best of the situation. When he reached the department store, he took a look around. The others would stand guard in front of it and protect him from the pirates if necessary. As if he needed help against them. The department store was run down inside as well as outside. Many of the goods looked inferior, but what could you expect from stolen goods. A trader would never dock at a purely pirate port.
"Hello, I would like to buy goods from you. How many sacks of flour and fish do you have?" Harry asked bluntly, looking at the toothless man in front of him. He gave Harry a quick look and then said, "Get out, countryie, before I kill you. How did you get to our port? Woe to anyone who sees me doing business with you. They would skin us both alive."
Harry raised a right eyebrow and sighed. He hadn't imagined it like that. He took a dagger and pinned the merchant's hand to the counter.
"Listen to me carefully. You'll sell me your wares and won't say a word about it, or I'll take you like a fish." Harry threatened the merchant, and you could hear the dripping. Harry grimaced in disgust. The man had actually wet his pants.
"Now point your good hand to where I can find flour, wine and fish. Then tell me the price. I will pay him and go with the goods. Then we're both satisfied." Harry calmly explained the further procedure and the trader nodded quickly.
But there was no trading at all because loud shouting and the sounds of fighting could be heard from outside. Sighing, Harry grabbed his sword and left the building. then ducked quickly as an ax almost hit him.
He looked around briefly to understand the situation. His companions were attacked by several pirates who surrounded the building. One of his companions was already lying on the ground without a hand and the others didn't look any better. Two pirates ran towards him to strike him down as well. But he would not die without a fight.
Harry dodged the left pirate's first attack and stabbed him in the back with his sword. With ease, he severed the pirate's body in two. The other pirate tried to stab him through the resulting opening, but he parried the blow with his dagger. Not for the first time, he thanked the gods that the rituals they had performed continued to work. His strength wasn't that of a troll or a giant, but still greater than that of four men. Traditionally, the strengthening ritual was performed with the blood of a Re'em bull. However, these had become extremely rare, and the blood had to be greatly diluted so that the strength did not become too much. As a result, however, the other properties of the ritual suffered greatly. For this reason, he, Hermione, and Daphne used the blood of a Spanish-fighting cow. Unfortunately, they hadn't considered some aspects of the ritual and so they didn't prevent Harry from being slightly mentally affected by the ritual. So, every time he saw a fertile female, he thought about how to breed with her, and he only ever saw children as calves. Only using Occlumency did he prevent him from taking and impregnating Hermione and Daphne.
He also became more dominant in bed and much more aggressive overall. Above all, in the fight, his aggressiveness was shown.
After parrying the pirate's blow with the dagger, Harry pushed the pirate back, throwing him off balance. Before the pirate knew it, his throat was slashed. Now the other pirates were more cautious. Each of them came to the same conclusion. He was more dangerous than the others. Wildly determined, several pirates attacked Harry at the same time. What followed was carnage. Due to his superior strength, speed, and reaction time, which came through the many rituals, Harry was far superior to the men. Only their number prevented Harry from defeating the pirates even faster.
By the end, Harry was covered in the pirates' blood and wasn't even out of breath. Walder and the others just watched Harry in shock at this carnage. Never in their lives did they expect Harry to be such a powerful fighter.
"My lord, are you hurt?" Walder asked when it was all over.
Harry shook his head. "No, treat the wounds of the injured and take the goods that the trader gives you. Here's the money for you." Harry said, cleaning his blade. His companions quickly followed his instructions, but the next pirates came running. Inwardly, Harry cursed to himself. This time there seemed to be more pirates and he would have to face them alone. If these men work together, they could overpower and defeat him. He might be physically superior to them, but even he couldn't defend himself against 20 blades at the same time. He had to use magic and that was something he wanted to prevent. The risk that his abilities would become known was too great. Frustrated with himself, he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the oncoming crowd.
"Expulso," Harry whispered, and the spell immediately left his wand. The spell flew into the crowd, blasting them apart. Body parts were flying everywhere and there was a loud, horrific bang. The surviving pirates gave Harry a startled look as if he had grown two heads. But Harry didn't care. He pointed his wand at the next group and again the same word left his lips.
But the bang also had another effect. More and more pirates became aware of what was happening and soon the place was paved with the bodies of dead and dismembered pirates. It was horrible and even Harry, who survived a war against insane Death Eaters, was disgusted with himself. Nonetheless, he went ahead and killed every pirate in the harbor before there was nobody left to fight him. The whores seemed to have fled during the fight.
When it was all over, Walder and the others came to him. All of them were pale as if they had seen a ghost. Some were shaking and couldn't look at Harry. One prayed quietly to the seven, holding his chain in his hands.
"Have you got all the goods we need?" Harry asked without turning to the men. "Yes my Lord. Can we go now?" Walder quickly asked hesitantly.
"You guys go ahead and bury the bodies of our deceased companions. After that bring the goods to our ship. I've got some errands to do around here." Harry said, getting a quick nod from Walder. Walder turned to the others and gestured for them to follow. They rushed to the goods and took them away as fast as they could. It was like the devil himself was after them and she didn't want to be near him.
Harry checked them out and when they were out of sight he sighed before getting to work. There are still many bodies waiting for him to be looted and he didn't have all day.
It was already evening when he arrived at their ship's landing stage and found that the ship had simply disappeared. They left him. Him who had saved their lives and prevented them from being sold into slavery. Anger welled up in him and he screamed his heart out with rage. Those ungrateful bastards had deserted him, leaving him in this place without provisions. He understood that his actions against the pirates were terrible and that his use of such powerful magic was terrifying but fleeing from him in fear. Harry hadn't expected that.
After a while he was able to regain his composure and considered how to proceed further. He could go back to port and try to get one of the ships seaworthy again, but he certainly couldn't steer a ship alone. But he could also scour the harbor for salvageable items. He had plundered the bodies, but there could certainly be more valuable items in the houses, maybe even food. Something he badly needed if he was to continue surviving. Perhaps there was even a horse for him to reach his destination by land. A lot was possible and so Harry went back to the harbor.
Hi. I wish you all a nice Advent season. For December I decided to give you a bigger chapter. We delve a little deeper into the magic of the planet and discover more mysteries surrounding magic. The last few weeks have been a bit stressful for me and I haven't been able to write anymore, which is why my backlog is getting smaller and smaller. ashes on my head. If this continues I won't have time to write until February because I'm busy with work. Until then, my backlog should still be sufficiently filled.
