I have restarted this story under the nameThe Stark

This will be where I will post everything.

I'm changing Leon Stark to be where I'll post my rough draft so I can listen to it . Which will help me fix errors and I can add more content.

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

Knowing that the war was going to start and my grandfather and father will be dead in a few months after the tournament at Harrenhal I had collected the material that I would need to create my 10 warriors and their mounts. Using blood, stone and steel I have forged 10 fully armed and armored soldiers. Each one is almost 8 feet tall carrying a tower shield and warhammer. Each covered from head to toe in thick plated armor. I had also in this time created parchments that can be used to write compulsion charms. It has been seven weeks since a message of my father and grandfather's death arrived. I had known when my grandfather rode out a Winterfell he was going to the death of my father and himself. I admit I have very little love for my father since he has acted as if me and my mother was a burden on him.

My father was a complicated man who disobeyed my grandfather after my mother was pregnant with me and married her under a heart tree. He had a passionate love life with my mother but he also found passion with other women. My father was never really around in my younger days since we didn't live in Winterfell with him even though I was his heir and my mother was his wife. My Stark grandfather was furious that my father married. It wasn't until the last year and a half that we were invited to live in Winterfell. My grandfather has never been warm to me since my birth complicated and ruined many of his schemes to have connections in the south. He was never cruel to me but he never showed any love or warmth. I was a reminder of the fact that all planning for a southern alliances failed. As hard as it is to believe I love them both in my own way. I wrestle with the decision if I should change history or allow it to happen. I knew that if they lived it would be a long time before I can implement and create what I wish in the north. With them alive I would not have the power to make any decisions. I am not one to regret my actions I knew what was needed to be done for the betterment of me and for the idea of where I want my world to go. They could not be allowed to live.

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

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

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

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

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

Looking down from the top of the hill I watched my grandfather starting to lead the men against the Targaryen loyalists. I was left with 50 spearman and my 10-bodyguard that surrounded me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. With each inhale, with another breath I focused more of my concentration towards the northern soldiers. I focused on the sound of swords clashing, arrows whistling through the air, and the screams of the wounded. And with each exhale, I channeled my energy into my battle meditation.

I began to sway to the rhythm of the battle, my mind tuning into the pattern and the melody. I felt the fear and anxiety of my soldiers start to fade away as they became more focused and confident. Their movements became more precise, their strikes more deadly. As I continued to sway, I could sense the confusion and chaos among my enemies. They were losing their cohesion, their once-united front now scattered and disorganized. The sound of clashing swords echoed throughout the town as the battle at the Stony Sept raged on. The streets were littered with bodies, and the air was thick with the scent of blood and shit. The fighting was intense, with no sign of slowing down. The narrow alleys made it difficult to maneuver, and soldiers were forced to fight in close quarters. The clanging of swords filled the air as soldiers parried and thrust with all their might. As the sun began to set, the sound of the battle began to fade. The enemy forces had finally retreated, leaving the rebels victorious but battered and bruised.