AN: This fic is really self-indulgent. I made Harriet overpowered. So expect it. Don't complain to me about it because I've already warned you.
Sometime in 121st Century
The Potter Fortress, Isle of Death, Mars
Crack!
Without looking up from the magi-tab she is reading, Harriet Potter says to the small creature that has appeared before her.
"Hello, Wimpsy. How was the scouting mission? Did you find a great place where we can build a community?"
"Yes, Mistress Potter! The scouting went well! Wimpsy found the right place for Mistress Potter to build the community!" The house elf replies in obvious excitement.
"Where is it going to be then?" She asks the house elf as she continues to scroll through her magi-tab.
"It is place Beyond the Wall, where the wildling people are," is the house elf's response.
"And I assume that these wildlings will be the first people to become the magical community in Planetos? Do you think they will agree to it?"
"The wildlings are desperate people, Mistress Potter. They live a harsh life beyond the wall. Wimpsy is certain that they will agree to become part of the magical community if given the opportunity."
"Hmn," Harriet mumbles as she looks up to gaze at the little elf. "How about the survey of the land? Did they find something beyond the wall?"
"Yes, the survey team found a lot of iron deposits, gold, silver, copper and many more beyond the wall. There's a huge amount of it. But some has to be brought closer to the surface for an easy extraction."
"I see. And where do you think we should place the first castle and other buildings?"
"Wimpsy thinks the best place to start is the wildling city called Hardhome. It is located in Storrold's Point. It's close to the Shivering Sea. A port can be built there. Although the city is quite haunted."
"Haunted you say? Hmn…I will personally deal with the lingering souls and send them to the afterlife when I go there then…Is there anything you wish to report Wimpsy?"
"Yes, Mistress. The scouting team have also discovered a powerful Necromancer in the far north. In a place the locals call the Land of Always Winter. The locals call these beings the Others or White Walkers and they have an army of undead at their beck and call. They might pose a threat to your goals in the future, Mistress Potter."
Harriet looks contemplative at the news right before she smiles at the house elf.
"Don't worry Wimpsy. I will deal with them first before I start anything in Planetos. Either I eradicate them entirely or they have to submit to me and my rule," She assures the elf.
"I understand, Mistress Potter." The elf says, smiling in return.
Three days later…
The Land of Always Winter, Westeros, Planetos
Crack!
A dark clad figure appears amongst the whiteness of the cold wasteland, where thousands upon thousands of unmoving undead in all manner of decomposition are standing.
At her sudden appearance, a few of the undead turn towards her with their glowing blue eyes.
Harriet Potter meets their eyes head on where she immediately latches onto the consciousness behind the undead and speaks to the one currently controlling the decomposing body.
"I need to speak to you, Night King," She says calmly in the Old Tongue, which she learned yesterday after absorbing the language from the old scrolls that her scouting party had found.
She faces the Necromancer in her mind's eye, who looks surprised to sense her through the connection with his undead puppet.
She senses the Night King recoil from her presence while Harriet watches as the undead in front of her lets out a rattling sound that draws the rest of the surrounding undead towards her.
"It's really important that I speak to you," She tells the Night King firmly.
The undead around her start shuffling in her direction while she remains unfazed.
There is a short pause as Harriet allows the Night King to ruminate on her words.
After a while, the undead near her finally nod their decomposing heads, nearly severing some of it, right before the army of undead parted to allow her entry into their lands.
Harriet smiles and says, "Thank you."
Then, she strides forward towards an odd structure made of ice in the distance with the intent to confront the Night King regarding the army of the undead at his doorstep and to ask about his goals for the future.
She deeply hopes that they will come to an accord. If not, then she has no choice but to exterminate the Night King and his minions.
AN: Please tell me what you think!