How would you fare in an uncharted territory?

'Caution'. It would be the only answer Severus Snape would ever give to someone.

Despite years of his magical knowledge, which he could boast proudly to anyone. Yet, he didn't know what to make of his current situation.

Stranded in a barren cold land, he was left with nothing, except the thin threadbare clothes on his body.

Even his body was different. For some reason, he seemed to be inside a young body. A body which was not his own. A foreign body with thin limbs and sickly pale complexion. And for some strange reason, his hair was an unnaturally silvery gold in colour.

Judging from the state of body, he was around 15 years old at this moment.

Well he was deaged and probably sent to some other world. It was the only coclusion he could come up with.

The reason behind coming to that conclusion was simple. First, he clearly remembered dying and giving his memories to that spoiled Potter brat.

Second, was that goddamned huge 700 ft wall of ice, which he could see from a distance of more than 3 Km. He clearly remembered that no structure like that was present in his own world.

Clutching the handle in his hand, he conjured a pair of shoe for himself. Infront of his eyes, a pair of shoe formed from thin air. With a thud, they landed on the cold ground.

It still felt weird to hold the wand in his hands. Afterall, the damn thing was responsible for his death. Yet, his magic was smooth and finer than ever. It was like cutting butter with a knife, but far more smoother. It felt strangely relaxing.

The fifteen inched wand, made of elder wood, was present in his hands when he had woken up. If the wand had been not enough, he found a stone with deathly hallow mark embedded in the ring in his right hand. If the two weren't enough, the Cloak of Invisibility was also folded and kept on his chest neatly when he woke up. Whoever did it, Severus wanted to strangle that bastard up.

The Elder Wand, The Ressurection Stone, The Cloak of Invisibility. All three items which consisted the famous Deathly Hallows. A tale which he thought as fleetingly fanciful, until he realised about the existence of Elder Wand.

Was he Master of Death now, as per the tales. He didn't think so. Considering, he was feeling cold and hungry. A master of death should be above those things, he reasoned inwardly. Placating himself from the budding worrying thought. No, it couldn't be! He reasoned himself.

He wore the shoes instantly. His feet were completely cold and sore by the snow. How could anyone even survive in a place like this? He thought with a frown. There were even no sights of any sort of civilization here.

Once he was finished with the shoes. He slowly willed himself to air. With the ease of an expert, his body hovered in mid air. Atleast the Dark Lord had imparted him with the knowledge of unaided flight. Something which was coming useful for him.

Looking towards the huge wall of ice. He slowly willed himself higher for a better look.

'It was huge!' He exclaimed inwardly. Something taken out from the likes of a story book. As far he remembered there were no structures present like that in the known world.

The mystery remained. What was he doing here? Where was he?


Pate was a northerner who had long served in the Night's Watch. He had lived far more than most of the men present in the North. In his late fifties, he was content with his life.

After serving as a soldier of House Stark. He had decided to join the Night's Watch after four decades of service.

Age had slowly caught upto him. His movements were slower than his Prime. His skill with the sword was no longer like when he was young. Yet, he was content with the peaceful and honorable opportunity to serve in the Night's Watch.

After the death of his beloved wife. There was nothing which anchored him in Wintertown. He simply wanted to leave the grief there.

He looked at the distance and saw the forest outside there. The dense forest which lied beyond the huge wall of ice.

He was gazing at them like normal when he suddenly felt something strange. It happened so fast. Suddenly he lost consciousness and his vision turned dark. He landed on his stomach with a loud 'thud'.

A figure slowly landed behind his stupified body. He cancelled the disillusionment charm on him and proceeded to walk to him.

Slowly grabbing the man's body. He turned him on his back. Pointing his wand at him. Severus slowly started the distasteful yet intriguing practise of reading the other person's mind and viewing their memories.

He never liked the practice of Legilimency. However once he got the hang of it, he himself could not resist the temptation to constantly survey the mind of a person opposite to him.

Was he hypocrite? Well he was. Afterall he liked to read and survey the minds of others, but didn't, when it was used on him. Hypocrisy at its peak!

Any other man would do the same. If someone possessed the power to check the truth in the other's words, he would be doing it always.

Noone liked being lied to their face. It caused trust issues. And the heavens knew, that he had the greatest amount of trust issues with people.

Memories of the person started to flash in his mind. Slowly his mind started to perceive the thoughts, feelings and the knowledge, the man on the icy floor carried with him.

The answer available to him were surprising though. He was in somewhere called Westeros.

It was some 297 AC. 297 years after Aegon's conquest. Apparently the people here counted the years according to the invasion of some man named Aegon Targaryen.

Well. He certainly was in a mess!