Harriet carefully watches through the magical binoculars the proceedings of placing down the ready-made infrastructures within the trunk which she bought. The trunk is the result of more than thousand years of research and development in which the magical community has produced to be used in many places. She bought the trunk for millions of galleons, which she already expected to be expensive. She knows that the contents of the trunk were built for more than ten years, but is ready to be expanded to the real world today.
"Ok, Demsy," She turns towards the elf beside her. "You can now reveal the contents of the trunk. All we need is for the contents to extend over Hardhome and perhaps the Haunted Forest."
"Yes, Mistress!" The elf says excitedly right before disappearing with a pop and appearing in the distance where the other elves had placed the trunk at the center of Hardhome.
"So there's a city in that trunk you brought here?"
Harriet hears her local companion say.
She turns to look at the Night King standing next to her. Her future husband.
"Yes, there is," she replies.
"How does it work?" The Night King asks in obvious curiosity.
"It's a combination of an extension charm, preservation charm, transfiguration, rune arrays and some other spells to make it work," she explains to him. "And the entire trunk contains a castle and acres and acres of land with greenhouses, orchards, paddocks, animal pens and other structures for useful magical and mundane flora and fauna. Other than that, it also features different styles of houses for future residents and other buildings for the government. The trunk is actually called a Trunk City, which is usually used for certain dimensional-traveling magical organizations who want to build a kingdom somewhere. Although there are not many organizations like that in my world."
"Are you part of an organization?" The Night King inquires.
"Yes, my own," She replies, smiling at him.
And before the Night King can ask her more, Harriet's attention is drawn towards the place the elves have set the trunk.
She watches through her magical binoculars as the elves activate the reality expansion of the trunk. And within moments, the contents of the trunk starts encroaching on the outside world. The first to appear and spread out over the area are acres upon acres of land with the green houses, paddocks, orchards and other farmlands. This is soon followed by lines upon lines of well-built houses and other buildings, which culminates with a huge castle with outer and inner walls at the center.
It takes minutes for the entire thing to expand into the real world while the trunk containing all of it disappears into nothing. Now, there is an entire city in Hardhome that appeared in minutes. All Harriet needs to do is buy a few more of the trunks for certain areas like the harbor and then find the people to run the city.
And her future husband will be able to help her with the latter.
"All I need is the people to occupy the city," she tells the Night King. "Are you able to help me with that?"
"Yes, I can…You want me to send my undead army to the wildlings as a scare tactic correct?" The Night King says.
"Yes, I want you to scare them into taking desperate measures. Harry them and then I will swoop in to save the day, where I will propose a solution to them. I will tell them that I will convince you to give up on attacking them and in exchange they will have to join my community and be under my protection," Harriet informs him.
"And how are you certain that the wildlings will agree to your proposal?" The Night King asks her.
"I am confident that they will. A little Confundus - or even an Imperio - here and there on the leaders can resolve some of the hurdles that I will face," she can't help but smirk at him.
"I don't know what those are but I trust that you will be able to achieve your goal," her future husband replies. "When do you want me to send my undead army?"
"Tonight," she tells him. "I want the wildlings to join my community as soon as possible. So please don't delay the process."
"As you wish," is the Night King's response.
"Just so you know…you will be losing a part of your undead army once you attack. I won't hesitate to use fire to destroy them to save the wildlings," she warns the Night King.
"I understand," he replies. "And I am not worried about losing a part of my undead army. I still have plenty of corpses under my thrall. Your attack won't probably even make a dent on my army because I still have some army reserves after all."
"That's good to hear," she sighs in relief. She still needs his army in the future after all. "And please make sure not to kill any of my future people. You can injure the wildlings but not kill."
"Of course," is her future husband's smooth response.
There is a short pause as they look at the new city in front of them.
"How will you turn the wildlings into magical people?" The Night King inquires all of a sudden.
Harriet turns to look at him and meets his bright blue eyes.
"I have a serum that I invented thousands of years ago that turns ordinary people into magical people," she informs him. "The main ingredient to make the serum is a drop of my blood, which is powerful enough to alter a person's essence."
She doesn't say DNA because she is certain that the Night King will not understand. So she simply says 'essence' and hopes that it is enough for her future husband to understand.
"And how do you make these wildlings run your city when they are farther from civilized people?"
"I've got that handled too," is her swift response. "In my world, someone invented potions called Bottled Skills and Bottled Knowledge. These potions when ingested allows the person the skills and knowledge of the potion they drink for specific magical professions. If I give this to the wildlings, they will easily gain knowledge and skills of the magical profession they chose from. Other than that, there are also the Basic Bottled Repertoire Potions for easily learning everything from mathematics, sciences, laws, the social norms and other things as expected to become an upstanding magical citizen in my community. All of these potions are possible after thousands of years of development."
"I see…" the Night King mutters. "So you mean that all these wildlings will become civilized and educated magical people once they drink this potion?"
"Not all of them perhaps. It really depends on how they adapt to the skills and knowledge they obtain from the potion," Harriet informs him. "But I won't have to worry about that because I'm certain they will follow my lead."
"How can you be sure about that?" He asks her.
"Because one of the side effects of my magical serum is that people who drink it will become loyal to me so I'm sure that the wildlings will do their best to be on my good side," she tells him.
"That's good to know that you made certain that your future people won't betray you," he says. "As will I. I will not betray your trust, my lady. Of that I can assure you."
"Yes, I know you won't because the Unbreakable Vow has made sure of that," comes her response. "Now, when do you want the wedding?"
The Night King looks at her for a moment before he answers.
"Perhaps after you have secured your people and informed them of our nuptials... Isn't that what you will propose to them to keep my army from attacking the wildlings? A marriage between us?"
"Yes, that's the plan and I hope nothing will derail it from happening."
"I am sure everything will go as planned. And if not, I am always here to help you if something untoward happens," the Night King assures her.
"Thanks," Harriet says, smiling at her future husband.
There is another short pause, which is soon broken by the loud popping sound when three house elves appear in front of the pair.
"Mistress Harriet, the expansion is done!" One of the house elves - Demsy - reports happily.
"Good work everyone! Now, you can go through the Portal and inform the others about the news," she tells the house elves.
"Yes, Mistress!" The three house elves say right before they disappear with another loud pop.
"Now, do you want to see the entire city?" Harriet asks the Night King.
"Of course, my lady. I will accompany you in touring this new city of yours," is his response.
"Then, let's go!" Then with a large grin, she grabs a hold of the Night King's hand and swiftly apparates towards the city in the distance.
Now, they will enjoy their time exploring what the new city holds before they face the wildlings that night.
Hopefully everything goes as planned.
AN: I am so sorry for the really late update! I was focusing on my other stories for the last few weeks and neglect to update this one. And yes, you just read that right. A Trunk City. I love reading about overpowered characters so expect to see it in this story.