Westeros Watches The Future

by General Kamil

This story is not going to have the GoT characters watching the show. They are going to react to the fanfiction "Father of Dragons" by Naerys Blackfyre (and yes they gave me permission to write this) because that fanfiction is in my opinion better than the show. I highly suggest reading "Father of Dragons" before reading this story.

3. Chapter 3 Hardhome

A/N

Hey. I'm back. This took way longer to write than I thought it would. I'm going, to be honest, I am not 100% satisfied with how this chapter turned out and I will most likely revisit it in the future to rewrite some parts.

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EXT. HARDHOME – SHORE The ships full of Crows and wildlings dock at Hardhome. Jon and Tormund get out together. The camera fixates on the swords on their hips. "You trust me Jon Snow?" Tormund asks him.

Benjen sighed. Looks like Jon ended up joining the Night's Watch. He had hoped Jon would reconsider and stay in Winterfell. He was sure that once Jon actually joined he found out the truth about what the watch had become. Well, at least this future would show Jon what it was really like in the watch and he would change his mind.

Howland shook his head in sadness. Joining the watch meant Jon had given up all the titles he never even knew he had. He would never be able to stake his claim on the Iron Throne since the Watch's oath could only be released by death. But that also brought up another question. What would happen once that dragon found Jon? Howland was sure the dragon wouldn't give a damn about some oath.

Ned was conflicted. On one hand, Jon had given up his birthright and couldn't make a claim on the Iron Throne which meant Ned wouldn't have to choose between his nephew and his best friend, even if the choice should have been obvious. But on the other hand, Robert was a terrible king and his children wouldn't be much better. Jon had what it took to make a great king with some practice. What bothered Ned the most was the fact that he probably never told Jon about his heritage before he joined the watch. He was sure Lyanna was rolling around in her grave at his decisions.

Tormund was confused. What the hell was he doing with a crow? Had the crows changed their opinions on the Free Folk? Maybe they found out about the White Walkers and decided to help the Free Folk. He hoped that was the case, maybe there was a chance for peace between them. There definitely would be once the crows and kneelers found out about the common enemy.

He looked over at the younger Jon Snow. Why would he need an invisible wall to separate him from everyone else, even his own family? Could it be because he would make peace with the Free Folk in the future? The kneelers in the room with them would definitely not agree with that decision. But surely they wouldn't go as far as to hurt or kill him for that, right?

The man in question was ecstatic. He finally joined the Night's Watch in the future. The Watch may not be ideal but it was really Jon's only option. It was the only place where he could actually do something significant. And he could finally get away from Lady Stark's hatred for him. Unfortunately, he would also have to leave the rest of his family behind. He was sure they wouldn't take his decision that well.

Jon was correct indeed. The Stark children were saddened by the fact their older brother would leave for the wall. Arya was heartbroken as the only person who truly understood her would no longer be there for her. Sansa's stomach was churning with dread. She treated Jon pretty badly because she had to be a proper lady like her mother, who treated Jon horribly because he was a bastard. Sansa had a thought that racked her with guilt. Was she part of the reason Jon wanted to leave? Robb was sad that his brother had to leave but he was also angry at his mother. Robb knew his mother despised Jon for some bloody reason and he was sure she was the main reason Jon would leave for the wall in the future. And his father wasn't much better, he never stopped her from abusing Jon.

Catelyn was very happy. The bloody bastard finally got removed from her home in Winterfell. She did not really care about where he went as long as she didn't have to deal with him anymore. It seems that in the future her husband finally saw reason and got rid of the bastard, who she was sure would try to rise above his station and try to usurp her children one day.

Well, looks like it did not matter if Jon was Lyanna's and Rhaegar's child anymore. The Martell brothers thought to themselves. Any claim he had on the Throne was now gone due to him joining the Night's Watch.

The one thing that every single person in the room was questioning was why Jon Snow and other Night's Watchmen were meeting up with wildlings. Should they not be killing each other? A lot of them scoffed at Tormund's question. Trust a wildling? No one could be that stupid.

"Does that make me a fool?" Jon asks in return.

Yes, most of the people watching thought to themselves. Only a fool would trust a wildling. The northern lords were especially angry at those wild savages. All they did was raid and kill their people.

"We are fools together now." Tormund replies.

They walk to meet the men and women of Hardhome, lead by the Lord of Bones. "Lord of Bones. Been a long time." Tormund greets him.

"Is he wearing bones?" Shireen asked her father quietly but the room was so quiet everyone heard what she asked. Before Stannis could answer his daughter the wildling beat him to it.

"Aye, he wears the bones of his enemies as armor. And instead of a helmet, he wears a giant's skull." Tormund told her with a smile on his face as if what he just said wasn't horrifying and completely outlandish.

"Giants don't exist. They're just like the White Walkers, nothing more than a legend." Stannis told his daughter through gritted teeth. He wouldn't have some damn wildling make his daughter believe in such absurd tales. Tormund let out a short, quiet chuckle. Oh, the kneelers were in for a surprise.

The northern lords shifted uneasily in their seats. They have been hearing more and more reports from wildlings and members of the Night's Watch about the Others returning. Normally they wouldn't believe them but they all told the exact same story so there had to be something there. And with dragons coming back into the world who knew if the White Walkers were real or fake? They prayed to the gods that they were fake.

"Last time I saw you the little crow was your prisoner. The other way around now. What happened?" The Lord of Bones asks.

Oh great, of course, he'd get himself captured by wildlings. As Jon mused about how and why he was still alive if he had been captured by wildlings the Starks in the room were giving the wildling looks that promised pain. Well, most of the Starks anyway.

Tormund was pretty sure he was about to burn on the spot with how intense the looks sent his way were. Luckily he was saved by the voice of the person that brought them here.

"Hello, I'm back, though you could probably already tell. I forgot a few things so I'll let you continue once I fix those mistakes." There was an audible snapping sound and a chair just like the one Jon sat on appeared next to him. Actually, a lot of chairs just appeared out of nowhere in his vicinity. They all had the same red and black coloring that was very similar to the Targaryen colors. And just like Jon's chair, they all seemed to have a symbol on the back that was covered for some unknown reason.

Certain people were already sure what the significance of the colors and covered symbol was but they wisely kept their mouths shut.

"Tormund I would suggest you get your arse behind that invisible wall unless you want to be skinned alive by all of the people glaring at you. And before you ask, yes I have made it so you can pass through just fine." The voice said again.

Tormund decided to do as he was told. He would much rather die fighting against the White Walkers than some southern lords for something he hadn't even done yet. He chose one of the seats a little further away from the little crow. He didn't fully trust Jon yet and the feeling was mutual.

Before any of the Starks could move seats the voice spoke up once more. "Before any of you plan on switching seats I should inform you that the wall is back up again and will only open for certain people after you watch certain parts of the future." The Stark children were about to protest about how they should get to sit with Jon since they are his family while Tormund was just some wildling.

Before they could the voice spoke up one last time. "In the meantime here are your direwolves." The Starks paused, they completely forgot their direwolves weren't here with them. Everyone else was shocked. Since when did the Starks have direwolves? There haven't been any sightings of direwolves in the north for hundreds of years. "I should also probably tell you that when I brought them here they aged up for some reason so they are a lot bigger now."

Everyone's eyes widened once they saw them. They were so big some of the children could use them as mounts if they wanted to. The wolves happily rushed over to their owners. Jon felt much more at ease now that he had Ghost with him once again. The Starks were also very surprised at how much Ghost grew. He was the runt of the litter yet he outgrew all of his siblings.

"Why is that one smaller than the others?" Edmure asked Sansa who was staring at a direwolf pup that ran up to her at the same time as Lady.

"I do not know Uncle. I have only ever had Lady." She said picking up the little wolf.

"That one is called Ice. It belongs to you Sansa, though you only get her in the future so I thought, why not bring her as well." The voice informed them of the little one. Sansa had already taken Ice as her own and Lady did not seem to mind. Arya, Bran and Rickon were a little jealous that their sister got two direwolves while they only got one but they let it go once they saw how happy Sansa was.

"War." Is the short reply Tormund gives.

"You call that a war? The greatest army the North has ever seen cut to pieces by a southern king." The Lord of Boners says.

"Hahaha." Robert let out a laugh and started boasting about what he assumed was his future victory. "Looks like we finally defeated those wild fuckers." That got some cheers from the other lords, especially the northern ones. The king must have finally helped out the watch financially and sent more men so that they could win against the wildlings once and for all.

"What makes you think you've won?" Tormund asked sharply. He would not stand for this disrespect for his people.

"It is obvious that you lost wildling. Our forces beat yours forcing you into negotiations with the Night's Watch. That's why Jon Snow and the Watch are in Hardhome with you. There is simply no other reason why they would be there unless it were to fight or negotiate. And since you're not fighting..." Tyrion trailed off before taking a sip of his wine.

"Where in the seven hells did you get that from?" Bronn asked the imp. He had been sharing tales and jokes with the half-man and hadn't even noticed the wine.

"I found it underneath my seat. It was in a box with writing on it saying: "Use wisely. You'll need it." Which leads me to believe something terrible is going to happen in the future that we are watching." Tyrion's ominous statement coupled with the threat of dragons returning was enough to make some start to reach for the wine that was underneath their own seats.

"We should gather the elders find somewhere quiet to talk." Tormund suggests.

"You don't give the orders here." The old bag of bones says.

"I'm not giving an order."

"Why aren't you in chains?" Annoying Bone guy asks Tormund.

"He's not my prisoner." Jon says to which Lord Bone asks. "What is he?"

"We're allies." At Jon's answer the Hardhome wildlings complain loudly.

The lords in the room complained along with the wildlings on screen.

"I'm starting to see why that wall is there." Tormund said to Jon. "Some of those kneelers look like they want to kill you, little crow." Jon had to begrudgingly agree with the wildling. Some of the lords did indeed look like they wanted to see Jon's head on a pike. And don't even get him started on the northern ones. Jon could see Ghost observing the people on the other side of the wall carefully, ready to jump in his defense at any sign of danger. Jon could not have asked for a more faithful companion than his direwolf.

Catelyn was silently fuming. She always knew that filthy bastard was up to something. He was probably trying to get the wildlings on his side to help him take Winterfell from her true children. Hopefully watching this future would reveal the bastard's true intentions to her husband and children.

Unlike most of the northern lords, Lord Manderly was not outraged but rather curious. If Jon Snow and the Wildling leader Tormund considered each other allies then this could mean the fighting with the Wildlings could soon be over. It would take a while for the Wildlings to be accepted by the northern lords but with time old wounds could heal. Obviously, there were wounds that simply ran too deep to heal, but as long as a majority of the North accepted a peaceful solution it should be alright. Though it was safe to say the southern lords would probably never let the Wildlings into their lands.

Lord Boner gets pissed. "You fucking traitor! You fight for the crows now."

"I don't fight for the crows." Tormund says before Jon backs him up. "We're not here to fight. We're here to talk."

The lords scoffed. The Wildlings were not known for diplomacy. The only way to end the fighting with them would be to either kill them all or discourage them from trying to get past the Wall, but how that second option could be achieved they had no idea. They also didn't understand why the Wildlings were even trying to get south of the Wall. Sure they have always raided villages south of the Wall but they have only recently been attempting to actually get south of the Wall and stay there permanently. What had made them decide to move south? As far as they were aware there had to be some reason for it. Otherwise, they would have tried to go south long ago.

Lord of Bones is about to get Boned to death. "Is that right? You and the pretty crow do a lot of talking, Tormund. And when you're done talking, do you get down on your knees and suck his cock-"

Tormund grabs Boner Dudes staff from him and beats him to death with it. "Gather the elders and let's talk." He says once he's done killing the Lord of Bones.

"Ahh, classic Free Folk diplomacy." Tormund said with a laugh. Everyone else stared at him like he was crazy. If this is what Wildling diplomacy was then Ned's bastard would certainly not survive long in a village full of Wildlings who just witnessed their leader die at the hands of one of Jon's allies.

"What makes you think they will follow you after you just killed their leader?! You just ruined any kind of chance of solving whatever issues you have diplomatically. Not to mention that his people are probably going to murder you for killing him." The Blackfish could not understand what Tormund was thinking. The wildlings were not exactly people he would consider loyal but surely they would at least be loyal to their leaders.

A lot of the people in the room found that ironic since most swore their fealty to Robert as soon as Rhaegar was killed. Then again it's not like they wanted to follow Robert but it was a good idea to pretend to be allied with him. He was easy to manipulate and it wouldn't exactly be difficult to take over the throne after he passed. He was an easy opponent in the game of thrones. Now if only those thrice-damned Lannisters could somehow just die.

"Of course they would still follow me after that. In the REAL North strength is valued above all else. And besides, everyone hated the Lord of Bones anyway. No one will miss him." Tormund waved off his worries. That made the lords think that maybe they weren't that different from the Wildlings. Not many would be upset if Robert, the Lannisters and certain others would die. Hell, they would congratulate the person that got rid of them.

After hearing that Jon could only think about what he got himself into by entering negotiations with the Free Folk as they liked to call themselves.

INT. HARDHOME – CABIN Jon is surrounded by Karsi, a Wildling chieftess, Loboda, a Thenn, a Wildling elder, and various other Wildlings.

"Thenns… I fucking hate Thenns." Tormund said once he got sight of the damn Thenns. When asked what he had against them by Renly he replied. "If there is one thing the Free Folk hate more than the crows it's the fucking Thenns." Just what was so bad about these Thenns that could make all the other Wildlings hate them so much? The Lords thought to themselves.

"My name's Jon Snow. I'm Lord Commander of the Night's Watch. We're not friends. We've never been friends. We won't become friends today. This isn't about friendship. This is about survival. This is about putting a 700 foot wall between you and what's out there."

Jon stared at the screen in shock. He became the Lord Commander of the Nights Watch? All of his dreams of actually doing and achieving something meaningful in his life were coming true. As far as Jon was concerned this future was amazing.

The lords were slightly pacified. If Jon Snow was the Lord Commander and was willing to negotiate with the Wildlings then there had to be a good reason for it. Not only that but he was also Eddard Stark's son. There was no way Ned would raise his bastard to be someone without honor.

But that also begged the question. What the hell could convince Jon to ally with them? The Jon on screen talked about putting the Wall between the Wildlings and what's out there. So just what was out there? Surely Jon didn't believe that White Walkers or Giants were real. Those were just stories you told kids to scare them.

Howland was impressed to say the least. Jon had managed to become the Lord Commander of the Watch in less than four years. Sure the fact he is the bastard son of the Warden in the North certainly helped but it was impressive non the less. He wondered if Jon could make the other Lords flock to him like he had the men of the Night's Watch. Targaryens did have a spark that made people want to follow them. He could see the Starks congratulating Jon on his achievement, well except for Lady Stark who looked to be barely containing her anger, not that it surprised him.

"You built that wall to keep us out." Karsi reminds him even though she's wrong about that.

"Since when do the crows give 2 shits if we live?" Loboda asks him.

"In normal times we wouldn't. But these aren't normal times. The white walkers don't care if a man's Free Folk or Crow. We're all the same to them. Meat to their army. But together we can beat them."

The southern lords stared at Jon as if he was dumb. "You do realize that the White Walkers don't exist, don't you? They're just stories and legends." Tywin asked him slowly as if he was speaking to a small child. Cersei, Jaime and Tyrion were having Vietnam-like flashbacks to all the times their father spoke to them like that. The bastard was in for a rough time.

"Yes, I do know they don't exist my lord. I have no idea why my future self would believe they do exist." Jon lied through his teeth, he would never believe the stories old nan told him and his half-siblings unless there was evidence to back them up. Tywin stared at him with his calculating eyes before he nodded at Jon and sat back in his seat ready to continue watching. Tywin's children were flabbergasted, what the hell just happened?

Tywin knew Jon Snow hadn't told him the full truth. He could see it in his eyes. Jon Snow was raised by Ned Stark, and Tywin was sure that the honorable fool would make sure his children did not believe in such wild tales without some sort of proof. Now Tywin would never believe in the existence of the Others. But at the same time, he did not think it possible for dragons or direwolves to return, yet here he was, having seen the proof of their existence with his own two eyes.

The existence of the White Walkers was still ridiculous but also much more believable right now. And even if they did not exist that still meant there was something out there. Powerful enough to scare the Wildlings into peace negotiations so they could get south of the Wall.

The lords of the North were starting to reach for the ale under their seats. If the Lord Commander of the Watch believed in the existence of the White Walkers combined with all the reports they have been getting from deserters and wildlings then the chances of something being out beyond the Wall was much more likely. Maybe allying with the wildlings wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"Beat the white walkers? Good luck with that. Run from them, maybe."

Jon holds the bag full of Dragonglass to Karsi. She looks at it hesitantly. "It's not a trick. It's a gift for those who join us." Karsi examine the glass in shock. "Dragonglass. A man of the Night's Watch used one of these daggers to kill a walker."

"You saw this?" Loboda asks in disbelief.

"No. But I trust the man." Jon's answer isn't very convincing.

Sam was aware that simply trusting someone who claimed they had achieved such a feat would never be enough to convince anyone, especially not the lords of the seven kingdoms. He still had no idea why he was here, he was just a coward. Maybe he was here because his father was about to send him to the wall? That was where Jon Snow was and he was obviously important in the future. Sam came to the conclusion that the only reason for his presence here was the possibility of becoming an ally to Jon.

Just like Sam, Satin was questioning why he was even here. He was a man whore who worked in a brothel, what sort of importance could he possibly have? He would just have to wait and see.

"There are old stories about Dragonglass." Karsi says.

"There are old stories about ice spiders big as hounds." Loboda reminds her.

Karsi continues. "And with the things we've seen you don't believe them?"

The lords from the North were sending each other nervous glances. Contrary to popular belief in the south, the northerners were not savages and a lot of them were actually pretty clever. They just prayed to the old gods this was a simple misunderstanding and nothing more. Because if the Walkers were real the wall would be their only line of defense and the situation there was terrible. The castles at the wall were in bad condition and rebuilding them would take years. Not to mention the fact that only three of the nineteen castles were even operable and haven't been completely abandoned.

"Come with me and I'll share these weapons." Jon tells them.

"Come with you where?" Karsi asks.

"There are good lands south of the wall. The Night's Watch will allow you through the tunnel and allow your people to farm those lands." There is hesitation among the wildlings.

Jon Snow's plan was good indeed the northern lords had to admit. For as long as they remembered the Gifts had fertile lands and absolutely nothing was being done with them. Having the wildlings settle the Gift would solve multiple problems. The lands would actually be used for once and they could house all the wildlings there. They did not want the wildlings in their own lands, at least not until they proved they could be civil and live among them so this would be a great way to separate the wildlings from their own people for the time being.

"I knew Mance Rayder. He never wanted a war with the Night's Watch, he wanted a new life for his people. For you. We're prepared to give you that new life."

"Mance Rayder," Ned stopped for a moment to think. "Wasn't he a man of the Watch?" He asked his last living brother.

"Yes, he was. But he abandoned his post more than two decades ago. Apparently, the wildlings are calling him the King Beyond The Wall." Benjen informed the audience about who Rayder was. Safe to say Robert was not happy about someone else calling themselves king.

"If…?" Karsi asks what the catch is.

"If you swear you join us when the real war begins." Jon states his conditions.

"I wonder, what this real war is going to be?" Varys didn't notice that he said that out loud. He wondered if he could use this war as a way to help the northern Targaryen claim the throne. But there was still the issue of the Baratheons and Lannisters unless they were dead in the future. The Baratheons could easily be wiped out, now the Lannisters were a different case. As long as Tywin and Genna were alive it wouldn't be so simple. And on top of all of those, there was also Aegon Targaryen, though at the moment Varys wasn't sure if he was even alive anymore since he hadn't received any information about Aegon for a while. And to Varys it did not matter if Aegon was firstborn or not, he would support and help the Targaryen who proved himself to be worthy to be called king.

"Well, the war with the White Walkers of course." Tormund stated matter-of-factly. The southern lords rolled their eyes as if Tormund just told them a bad joke. The northern lords would have done the same but they weren't so sure anymore.

"You do know none of the lords are taking you seriously, right?" Jon quietly asked his new companion. Tormund snorted. "They are in for a surprise then king crow." He couldn't exactly call Jon little crow anymore since he was apparently the leader of the crows.

"Where is Mance?" Loboda suddenly asks.

"He died." Jon's answer makes him more suspicious. "How?"

Jon finally answers after a long pause. "I put an arrow through his heart."

Facepalms could be heard throughout the room. That was the absolute worst thing he could have said. Even Jon himself had to wince at that. Why was his future self making such bad decisions? "That was stupid." Tormund stated, staring blankly at the screen. For once everyone agreed with the wildling.

Tormund was conflicted. On one hand, he wanted to strangle Jon for killing Mance. Not that he would get the chance with how the direwolf, Ghost, was staring at him, almost daring him to make the wrong move. But on the other hand, it felt like something was missing and he hadn't heard the full story yet.

The wildlings in the cabin start to riot. "I say we send the Lord Commander back to Castle Black with no eyes." Loboda suggests brandishing his axe.

Tormund steps in to save Jon. "None of you saw Mance die! I did. The Southern King who broke our army, Stannis, wanted to burn him alive to send us a message. Jon Snow defied that cunt's orders. His arrow was mercy. What it did took courage, and that's what we need today: the courage to make peace with men we've been fighting for generations."

The few who knew about Jon's true status were pleased by this information. If they were able to change Jon's mind about joining the watch and encourage him to take the throne it would be very beneficial for everyone to know he was a merciful king. The realm had few merciful kings and those had been loved by the people.

"WHAT?!" Robert's shout shook the whole room. What in the seven hells was happening? Why would Stannis be the king? Looking at his brother Robert could see that he was almost as shocked as the rest of the lords. Everyone else was shocked as well or at least pretended to be.

"It seems that lord Stannis either became Prince Joffrey's regent or had to take over as king due to unforeseen circumstances after your death your grace." Barristan told the king the harsh truth. If he were being honest it gave him some sort of perverse pleasure watching the damn Usurper realize that he would die within the next few years. Today was a great day for Barristan, first, he learns there is a Targaryen living in the North and next he learns that Robert died. The only way his day could get any better would be to learn that the northern Targaryen was a trueborn son of Rhaegar, but he didn't want to get his hopes up that high.

The players in the game of thrones frowned. Stannis was much smarter than Robert. That made their plans of taking the throne a lot more difficult.

Cersei was internally panicking. Could Stannis have figured out her children weren't Robert's? She could see Jaime also looking nervous at the prospect of being discovered. Then a thought occurred to her. If they were watching the future then she could change it once they got back. She smirked to herself. Once they got back she would make sure her worthless husband's brother would be accused of treason and executed. Nothing would stand in between her and her children from taking the throne.

Ned was saddened by his friend's death but in all honesty, he was more saddened at what Robert had become since he took the throne. Or maybe he had always been that way and Ned was just too blind to see it. If Stannis took the throne after Robert that meant one of a few things. Either his children were illegitimate or there was a war with Stannis coming out on top. If this was true then there was a chance to put Jon on the throne. Ned had denied Jon his birthright for long enough, and now it was time to make amends, tell him the truth and beg for forgiveness. Ned vowed to fix this mess once they got out of here.

The followers of the god of light who were in the room frowned. So even four years into the future Melisandre still believed Stannis to be the prince that was promised? They shook their heads, if she really still believed that then she was truly lost. The Red Witch herself seemed pleased that Stannis became the king of Westeros as it reinforced her claims about him being the promised prince.

Once the shock wore off they caught the part about Jon defying orders. Stannis also did not appreciate being called a cunt if the look he sent Tormund was anything to go by. After making sure it wasn't possible to set Tormund on fire with his glare he turned his attention to Jon. "Defying direct orders from your king?" Stannis knew that the Watch did not partake in matters of the realm unless they involved the Watch itself, but he wanted to test the future Lord Commander.

"With all due respect my lord. The Night's Watch doesn't get involved in the matters of the seven kingdoms and therefore does not have to listen to the crown's orders." Stannis nodded at Jon's answer and looked back to the screen. At least the boy was aware of how the Watch worked.

"I lost my father, my uncle, and 2 brothers fighting the damn crows." Karsi says.

Jon had never thought about how the people on the other side of the wall had families as well. They were always depicted as wild savages but they were just normal people, trying to survive like everyone else. Well, except for the ones who raided villages and killed innocent people, but the Ironborn have done that for who even knows how long and they are still a part of the seven kingdoms. Hell, a lot of the southern lords considered the people of the north to be wild savages. Who knew how long it would take before they decided to build a wall across the Neck to keep the north out of the rest of the kingdoms?

"I'm not asking you to forget your dead. I'll never forget mine. I lost 50 brothers the night that Mance attacked the wall. But I'm asking you to think about your children now. They'll never have children of their own if we don't band together. The Long Night is coming and the dead come with it. No clan can stop them. The free folk can't stop them. The Night's Watch can't stop them. And all the southern kings can't stop them. Only together, all of us, and even then it might not be enough, but at least then we'll give the fuckers a fight." There are small nods of approval throughout the room.

Every single person in the room felt shivers go down their spine at Jon's speech. The ones who knew thought it was the Targaryen blood giving Jon a commanding presence that would make the people flock to him like sheep to a shepherd.

The ones who had no clue about Jon just assumed it was from the fear of the Walkers. While they did not believe in their existence there was just something about how the young lad had worded it. The way he said it was as if this would be their only chance at survival. Warriors such as Barristan, Jaime or the Blackfish felt an overwhelming desire to join the hidden prince in whatever fight was to come even though they still thought he was a bastard.

"You vouch for this man, Tormund?" Karsi asks.

"He's prettier than both my daughters, but he knows how to fight. He's young, but he knows how to lead. He didn't have to come to Hardhome. He came because he needs us. And we need him." He reassures her.

Jon did have some of Rhaegar's features, luckily he still took mostly after his mother, Doran thought to himself. Gods only knew what would have happened if he had looked more like his father. Maybe the war would have continued and the throne would have been retaken by the Targaryen's? Or he would have fallen victim to the same fate that Elia and her children fell to. Just thinking about it made his blood boil in anger at the Baratheons and Lannisters. If he ever got the chance to declare for Jon in the future he would do so in a heartbeat, if only to get revenge for his sister and to see the demise of both the stag and the lion.

"My ancestors would spit on me if I broke bread with a crow." Loboda says.

"So would mine, but fuck 'em, they're dead." Karsi walks in front of Jon. "I'll never trust a man in black." Karsi walks over to Tormund. "But I trust you, Tormund. If you say this is the way, we're with you."

"This is the way." Tormund confirms that there truly is no other way.

"I'm with Tormund. We stay here we're dead men. At least with King Crow there's a chance." A wildling elder said.

It was now that someone finally noticed the elephant in the room. "Is that a giant?!" Arya shouted wide-eyed once she saw how big that guy was. Catelyn was so shocked at seeing an actual giant she didn't even scold her daughter for yelling.

Podrick just waved her off. "Ah, it's just a... trick of the light. He just... looks bigger than he really is. There is no such thing as giants. Ha, ha." He finished with a weak chuckle. Not many were convinced by what he said. Podrick didn't seem to believe in what he said either, rather he was reassuring himself and trying to come up with a logical explanation.

Jon leaned over to Tormund and whispered. "Is that…?" Tormund nodded with a smile. Yes, that was indeed a giant. "Fucking hell." Jon quietly said to himself.

"Keep that new life you want to give us. Keep your glass, King Crow. Soon as you get on his ships they're gonna slit your throats and dump your bodies to the bottom of the Shivering Sea. That's our enemy. That has always been our enemy." Loboda said.

Wildlings start leaving the cabin and head towards the boats. "I fucking hate Thenns." Tormund nods at Karsi's statement.

EXT. HARDHOME – SHORE Jon, Tormund, and Karsi lead the Wildlings to the boats. "How many are with us? 5,000?" Jon asks.

"5,000? Just how many bloody wildlings are there?" Daemon, Arianne's sworn shield asked no one in particular.

Tormund scoffed. "That's nothing. There are around 100,000 Free Folk under Mance's leadership right now." He was quite bitter about it. If what the screen showed was true then only 5,000 out of all the Free Folk survived.

Once again everyone was shocked. 100,000 wildlings? How in the seven hells did they gather such huge numbers? Then again it didn't really matter just how many were there. The future had proven that the wall could hold against and defeat 100,000 wildlings so as far as the lords were concerned the wall could hold anything. Well, except for a dragon of course but that was obvious.

"I'm not good at counting." Tormund replies.

"We're leaving too many behind." Jon says, disappointed.

"You can't save everyone Jon. There are always going to be casualties." Ned told his nephew. As bad as it may sound everyone knew it was the truth. This would also be a great lesson for the rightful king, Ned thought. Once he put a plan to put Jon on the throne into motion the seven kingdoms would go to war again and for some reason, Ned had a feeling this would be one of the biggest war's ever fought for that damn, ugly chair.

Jon sighed for he was aware there would be casualties in war, but that did not mean he wouldn't try to lessen them to a minimum. It was no secret to anyone that when the highborn fought among themselves the lowborn suffered for it. Tywin Lannister's sacking of King's Landing was only one example of the atrocities committed during the wars that were fought.

"The free folk are stubborn. You know how long it took Mance to band them together. 20 fucking years." Tormund assures him.

"And he knew them better than I ever will."

"They're running out of food and there's nothing to hunt. They'll come around." Tormund seems quite sure about his answer.

Cut to Karsi loading two children onto a boat. "Johnna is gonna look after you. She's in charge, you listen to her." Karsi tells the children.

"I wanna go with you." One of the girls says to Karsi.

"I need to get the old folks on the boats. I'm right behind you, I promise. (she kisses them on the forehead) Go on."

Again Jon didn't see wild savages, he just saw normal people who had families and friends to take care of. They just had a tendency to raid villages south of the wall. Though that issue could probably be solved if they had lands they could settle. The gift south of the Wall would be perfect. When he really thought about it, the Free Folk were really just another version of the Ironborn. Actually, he would go as far as to say the Ironborn were worse. The Free Folk didn't take slaves, that they knew of at least.

INT. HARDHOME – CABIN The Giant picks up a piece of Dragonglass and strokes it intently. Edd begins picking up the pieces of glass and looks at the giant with his piece of glass. Wun Wun turns to Edd and stares at him annoyed. "Lokh kif rukh?" "(The fuck you looking at?)" The giant asks annoyed. Edd leaves. Dogs are barking outside.

"Still believe it's a trick of the light?" Brienne asked Podrick who shook his head.

EXT. HARDHOME – SHORE Jon loads girls onto a boat then turns to hear the dogs barking. The wind starts whipping from a neighboring cliff and the dogs start whimpering. Every wildling and Crow slowly turns to the source of the noise.

"Does anyone else have this strange sense of dread, or is it just me?" Tyrion asked the occupants of the hall. They all confirmed his words, something was wrong that much they could tell. But there was a strange sense of dread in the air, it was almost suffocating. Some people's eyes even started to water in fear even though they had no idea why.

Tormund's eyes widened once he realized what was happening. "Oh, no." This was bad, if the members o the Free Folk in Hardhome weren't evacuated in time then the other's army would significantly grow in strength.

Jon glanced at his companion questioningly. "What do you mean, "Oh no"?" He had his hands buried in Ghost's fur to calm him down. Whatever was happening on screen was enough to make even his faithful direwolf start growling in warning.

The wildling could only say one thing as dread filled him. "The dead are coming."

Jon stared at the man in disbelief. He would have called him insane, but his future self believed that those monsters were indeed real and coming for them all and he found himself believing it too.

The followers of the god of light stared at the screen in intrigue. Was the Great Other making his move already? Did they manage to find the promised prince? Was the northern Targaryen who was chosen by the two dragons the promised prince? So many questions yet so little answers.

EXT. HARDHOME – GATE "Shut the gate." Men hurry towards the gate to board it up. More howling from the distance. The Wildlings on the other side of the gate begin charging the gate. "Shut the gate!" Loboda orders not caring about the wildlings being left behind.

"So he is just going to leave them behind? Does he not care about his people?" He was aware that sometimes you couldn't afford to lose time and had to sacrifice some of the soldiers to cover the retreat of the main army, but Ned could not grasp why the wildlings would shut out the rest of their people like that. As far as Ned and the other lords could tell there was nothing other than an avalanche and strong winds creating howling noises. Then again, Hardhome is rumored to be haunted.

"There wasn't enough time. Everyone beyond that gate was already lost." It pained Tormund to say this but there was no way to save them. The dead were just too fast to outrun.

What did he mean by 'everyone beyond that gate was already lost'? The lords thought to themselves as the feeling of dread from before only got worse with each passing second.

Unlike the rest of the audience Jon had already figured out what that meant. He did not look forward to seeing himself fight dead men that came back to life.

Men rush to put a board in place to hold the gate shut. "Wait! Open the gate! Let us in! Help us! Please open it!" After a while the voices stop and eerie silence resumes.

The whole audience waited with bated breath. Rickon, being only three years old, hid his face in his mother's neck just barely peeking at the screen. Bran, Arya and Sansa weren't doing much better as they inched closer to their parents. Shireen was also seen sitting closer to the onion knight and her father.

Everyone was very disturbed by what was happening on screen. Their hatred for the wildlings was overshadowed by the fear they felt at how all the voices pleading to be let in just stopped so suddenly.

Loboda walks to the gate with his axe and peers through a small hole in the wall. There is a faint scream in the distance, then a wight charges at the hole in the wall.

"Ready your arrows!" The wights claw at the gate. Arrows are nocked and fired. A wight sticks his hand through the gate and Loboda chops it off.

"WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS!?" Robert's shout finally snapped everyone out of their shock. The lords all started shouting at each other in shock and fear of the others actually existing. The Stark's direwolves barking and growling only helped in causing more panic in the already terrified audience.

Catelyn and Ned could be seen holding their younger children close. Even the ever-stoic Stannis was staring at the screen in terror while holding his terrified daughter.

Tyrion and Bronn spat out their wine in comical unison. Tyrion had never been a godly man and he had always thought these types of stories to just be legends. Looking over at the rest of his family he saw they were all terrified as well, even his fierce aunt Genna, but there was something else as well, something he never thought he would get to witness. His father was wide-eyed at the abomination being shown on screen, it was the only time Tyrion had ever seen true fear on his face. It was something that made the imp quite happy with himself, to see the undefeatable Tywin Lannister nearly shitting himself from terror.

To think he and his black brothers had gone into the territory of these monsters so many times and never even seen any signs of these things. It made Benjen wonder just how many of his brothers had gone missing and become one of the wights. Just how many of the men who deserted had seen proof of these unholy creatures, only for the night's watchmen or the lords to think them mad.

Ned thought back to the deserter he executed the day his sons found their direwolves, Will was his name. Ned had thought him mad, but after seeing the others he could only sigh in disappointment at his past actions. Why didn't he just listen to Will, or any of the other deserters who raved on and on about how they saw the walkers. Or even old nan, she always told stories to his children, some being about the walkers. Why did everything he do end in disaster, placing Robert on the throne helped destroy the realm even more, not placing Jon on the throne resulted in Robert taking the throne, and the Others would destroy the realm if Robert didn't do it first.

Jon turned to Tormund in shock. "How in the hell did you survive with those things beyond the wall?" By now everyone had calmed down and was listening in on their conversation. The wildling was their only source of information on the monsters beyond the wall.

"We didn't." At everyone's confused looks he continued. "Sometimes we would have someone saying they saw dead men walking, but we never really believed them. But some 30 years ago more and more of us saw them and realized they are very real. Mance saw the danger they were to us and started trying to unite all the tribes to find protection behind the wall. He even managed to get those damn Thenn cunts to come with him."

"So everyone who dies beyond the wall becomes one of them?" When Tormund confirmed his question, Jon paled. "But if that's the case then everyone who died in the fight between your army and Stannis's turned into one of them." The realization that the army of the dead grew so much in numbers was enough to make Tormund pale as well. "Oh, fuck…" Tormund said what everyone was thinking.

"Wait, wait, wait. Are you trying to tell us there are about 100,000 dead men coming to kill us all?!" Gendry asked the wildling and presumed bastard of Eddard Stark. Could Westeros even raise an army big enough to fight that?

"No, what they are trying to tell us is that there are at least 100,000 dead men coming to kill us if not much more than that." Olenna Tyrell corrected the bastard of Robert. She scoffed, that idiot couldn't tell Gendry was his bastard even though he looks exactly like Robert in his youth. Stannis and lord Stark noticed if the looks they sent Gendry were anything to go by.

"I assume you believe there are many more than that grandmother?" It wasn't really a question but more of a statement. Olenna was glad her grandson Willas inherited her intelligence and not Mace's. Just thinking about her son irritated her to no end.

"Of course, there are more. Since these things actually exist then the Long Night isn't a myth but a true story. These monsters have been gaining strength and growing in number for the past 8,000 years." That made the lords very nervous, the others had 8,000 years to amass and army while the lords of Westeros had been at war with each other and wasting their time, resources and manpower.

"Which means that every person who died beyond the wall in that time period became a wight." Genna Lannister finished the Queen of Thorns' point. This was terrible but also a boon. The only way to defeat the others would be to unite the seven kingdoms, and the only way to unite Westeros is to find a common enemy coming to kill them all.

"Not exactly." Tormund cut in. "The Free Folk and the crows burn their dead so they don't rise from the dead. So not every single person who died will come back, but a lot definitely will."

"So knowing all of that just how many could there possibly be?" Jaime asked. He could feel his sword hand twitch at the sight of the wight and he was sure the other fighters in the room felt the same.

"I believe I could help with that." Sam said meekly turning all the attention on him. He gathered his courage (he had no idea where this confidence was suddenly coming from). "Let's assume there are always between 50,000 and 100,000 people living beyond the wall. If the average lifetime is 50 year-"

Tormund cut Sam off laughing loudly. "Very generous kneeler, make it 40." Sam took Tormund's suggestion into consideration, life beyond the wall was harsh, they wouldn't live long out there.

"-40 years, then there would be between, ehhh, 10 and 20 million deaths in the last 8,000 years." Sam stared at his own notes and calculations the same way everyone stared at him, completely dumbfounded, that was more than he expected. "Just how many of the dead do you burn?" He nervously asked the wildling.

"Ehh, 9 out of 10 maybe, depends if they died alone or close to our villages." Tormund said. Fucking hells that would still be a lot of wights. That percentage reassured most people, maybe they would have a chance.

Sam wasn't as enthusiastic though. "So that means there would be between 1 to 2 million wights and now another 100,000 on top of that." There was complete silence once Sam was finished. "I mean, t-this is just speculation, it's probably a lot less, heh heh…" He finished with a nervous chuckle.

(I tried to make these calculations as accurate as possible but there is too little context, so this is the best realistic number I could come up with. IRL that number would be way higher since I highly doubt the average lifespan could be 40 years in that wasteland, 25-30 years more likely. Not to mention that there is no way in hell the wildlings would be able to burn 90% of their dead, that would be 40-70% if it was realistic. And we also don't know just how many wights survived the first long night. I should also state that there is no way there are 100,000 wildlings beyond the wall. A realistic number would be 20,000-50,000 wildlings living beyond the wall at all times throughout history. But I know for a fact that there would be more than the 100,000 we get in the show.)

Olenna was proud of young Sam, it really was a shame his father couldn't see what a talented son he has. That feeling of pride however was overshadowed by horror. An army of dead men with numbers possibly in the millions, coming to kill them all.

"Dear gods… can the seven kingdoms even raise an army big enough in number to fight them?" Edmure asked no one in particular. As far as anyone knew the seven kingdoms could raise maybe 300,000 swords though not even half of them would be seasoned soldiers.

"What does it matter how many men we have? Jon Snow said earlier that they can only be killed with weapons made of valyrian steel and dragonglass. Even if we could raise an army to fight them we only have enough weapons to arm a few hundred men at most." Tywin told the future lord paramount of the Riverlands. Gods, Tywin couldn't wait for the day that fool Edmure took over the title. It would open up so many possibilities, the only real problem would be Brynden "The Blackfish" Tully.

"I think you're both forgetting something." Genna said turning the attention on her. "Anyone who gets killed by them becomes one of them. If there are really a million wights and we somehow managed to raise one million swords then just how many of our men will fall and join the dead?" Now that was something none of them had thought about yet. "Each of our soldiers would have to kill at least 2 or 3 wights to make sure that each of our men that turn into wights also get killed."

Jaime had to admit that his aunt was absolutely right. Of course, she was, his aunt was one of the smartest women in Westeros. It was such a shame she was not born a man and therefore couldn't do certain things like planning for war which she was definitely qualified for. Most of the men in their armies were not trained because they were simple lowborn that were called up by their lords. They usually only killed one enemy and sometimes not even that, before dying themselves which would only help to keep the number of wights at the exact same level.

"There are large deposits of dragonglass on Dragonstone which we could use to arm thousands of men. I highly doubt there would be enough to arm all the men we need to fight the army of the dead." Stannis reminded everyone. "But if we start mining as soon as we get back to Westeros we might have a chance."

"We may not be able to get enough weapons made of dragonglass, but we can burn them." Oberyn reminded them in a playful tone, there was a strange glint in his eyes and a sly smile on his face. Doran caught on immediately, he wondered how the Usurper would react to what his brother was planning.

"Well, no shit we can burn them. How exactly does that information help us?" Bronn asked Prince Oberyn. Catelyn and Cersei were appalled by how rudely he spoke. How dare that sellsword speak that way to royalty.

"Well, we know that someone in the north will have two grown, ridable dragons. I'm sure that if the Targaryen sees proof of the others he will help us-" Oberyn said before he was cut off by the Usurper.

"WE WILL NOT SIDE WITH THE DRAGONSPAWN! ANYONE WHO DOES SHALL HAVE THEIR HEAD REMOVED FROM THEIR SHOULDERS!" Robert roared in fury. He should have known those damn Dornish snakes would betray him and side with the dragonspawn. He was about to draw the sword he had with him as he couldn't use his warhammer anymore. Before he could do that though his most trusted friend spoke up.

"With all due respect your Grace, but we don't have a choice in the matter. If we don't put aside our differences then there won't be a kingdom left to rule over." Ned tried to calm down the king. He couldn't allow his old friend to kill someone who could become an ally to Jon once he tries to place him on the throne. Not that Robert could beat the Red Viper, but unnecessary bloodshed would be prevented.

Robert was still furious but had to agree that Ned was right. Not that it mattered. Once they finished the others or in the chaos of battle he would kill this northern Targaryen. It would be just like the days of the rebellion.

Oberyn sent a grateful look to Ned. It seems that the Lord of Winterfell had finally decided to stab his friend in the back. "That aside we also have the wall between us and them. We already know that facing them in an open field would result in too many casualties who would rise again on our enemy's side." The northern Lords agreed with the Dornishman.

"Aye, we may not have the numbers, but the wall will help us hold them at bay even with a much smaller force." Greatjon Umber boasted loudly. The wall would make sure they could defeat the others.

"Yes, but what about the Gorge? The wildlings often raid us and the other mountain clans by crossing the Bridge Of Skulls since it's under-defended." The Wull said shooting a glare at Tormund who smirked back at him.

"So, we destroy the Bridge Of Skulls, rebuild the 16 ruined castles along the wall and man all of them. We should be able to do that in the next few years if we get resources and support from the other kingdoms and from the crown." Benjen said while looking pointedly at the southern lords and the king. It was a well-known fact that the south did not respect the north, its traditions or beliefs. But now they had no choice but to help them rebuild the wall and the watch to its former glory. The survival of Westeros and all of humanity depended on them now.

EXT. HARDHOME – SHORE There is a mad rush towards the boats with many people jumping in the water to catch one. "Get in line! Get in line!" Jon shouts trying to restore order amidst the panic.

Tormund shook his head. "I don't think that's going to work King crow." There would be a massacre, that much he knew. He was sure Jon knew what would happen as well.

Jon sighed. "You know I'm not the Lord Commander of the Watch, right? I'm not even a part of the watch yet."

"Aye, I know. But your future self is." The wildling said with a smirk. His smirk got even wider when Jon threw his hands up in exasperation.

EXT. HARDHOME – GATE A wight tries to climb the gate.

INT. HARDHOME – CABIN Wights crawl to the top of the cabin and jumps through the hole in the roof. The men prepare their weapons and the giant growls.

While the audience was terrified of the wights the prospect of watching a giant, a being from old legends and myths, fight, was very exciting.

The seasoned warriors like Ser Barristan or Jaime had to admit that against a giant they probably wouldn't last very long.

EXT. HARDHOME – GATE One wight tries to climb under the gate. A barrage of arrows flies at the wights trying to get through the wall. Most of them land. The wight crawls even further under the gate. The wights start making holes in the gate. A sword sticks through the gate coming close to Loboda on the gate. Loboda dodges the sword, looks down to see the wight crawling under the gate, and stomps its head in.

"So we don't need that much dragonglass. Crushing their heads in is also an option." One of the less… intelligent lords commented. People shook their heads at his stupidity. No one would even try to get close enough to do that. It would be a last resort.

"You do that, we'll watch safely from very far away while you try to get close enough to stomp their heads in." Bronn said getting some of the lords to laugh. King Robert roared with laughter while the lord who suggested the idea was scowling and trying to keep his anger in check.

EXT. HARDHOME – SHORE The people continue to rush onto the boats with Jon, Tormund, and Karsi leading them. "Hold the line! Hold the line!" Jon shouts.

"Lord Commander!" A brother of the Night's Watch shouts after him.

"Get them to the ship and come back for me!" He says while trying to make his way through the wildlings running to the boats.

"But you'll never make it-" The crow continues before Jon silences him. "Now!"

Karsi approaches Jon. "You should be on one of those boats." Jon tells her.

"So should you! My little girl has gone on. They're gonna let them pass the wall even if you're not there?" She asks doubting that they would.

Tormund shot a look at Jon. "Do you think they would?" He asked the future Lord Commander skeptically.

"The Night's Watchmen are loyal to their Lord Commander. Since I'm the Lord Commander in the future then they would have to obey my order to let them through." Jon told his wildling… friend? Well, Tormund didn't seem to hate him at least, that was something.

Jon tries to reassure her. "You have my word. I've given orders."

"Don't think you're gonna be there to enforce those orders!" Karsi heads back to helping people onto the boats.

The meaning of Karsi's words was not lost on anyone. "I don't want Jon to die." Arya said to her father. She prayed to the gods her favorite brother would survive.

"Don't worry girl! If your brother is anything like his father was at his age then he will kill those dead men with ease!" Robert assured his friend's daughter.

Jon should have been stunned. Receiving praise from a King was a great honor. But Robert Baratheon left a lot to be desired as a King. So his praise did not hold much weight for Jon.

Tormund gets his attention. "If they get through, everyone dies!"

Jon and Tormund pull out their weapons. "Night's Watch with me! Move! Move! Move!" Jon, Tormund, Karsi, and the Night's Watch brothers charge from the shore to the gate.

Robert couldn't help himself and grinned. It was like the days of his rebellion. Ned's bastard sure looked like his father did back in those days. Charging into battle, barking out orders to his men. Gods, it was a shame Robert's own son Joffrey was such a weakling.

EXT. HARDHOME – SHORE The wights have knocked a hole into the gate big enough to crawl out of. One breaks through, tears someone apart, and then is taken down. A group of wights storm through the same hole. Cut to an overhead that shows just how many wights are behind the gate.

"Dear gods… There are so many of them." Jorah said. How was Jon Snow going to get out of there alive? He could feel the Lord of Winterfell's glare. Jorah couldn't exactly blame him either, he did sell people into slavery.

"And to think this is only a fraction of their forces." Brynden shook his head. Unless everyone let go of their old grudges and united they were utterly fucked. He promised himself that once they were out of here, he would set things right with Hoster.

Jon arrives at the gate. He pins a wight to the gate with Longclaw as Tormund and Karsi kill the wights that have already gotten through. The archers take out the wight Jon pinned to the gate, and then the men cover the hole the wights had been escaping from with a sled.

Fighting continues. A group of wights tear into a Crow. Loboda and Karsi continue to kill the wights.

Jon looks up through the mist and sees 4 White Walkers on horseback on the top of the cliff. Tormund and Loboda notice them as well. "The Dragonglass!"

"Those must be their leaders or something. If they even have those." Ser Davos said. It made them all think. Normally the easiest way to defeat an army was to kill the leader, once he was gone the rest of the army usually surrendered. But did the wights work the same way? Or would they just keep tearing them apart once their leaders died?

"You're with me, lad! Now!" Loboda shouts at him.

Tormund huffed. "Finally the damned Thenn cunt changed his mind." He ignored the glares he got from the southern women for his language. Tormund would never understand those damn southerners. They just learned about the others coming to kill them all and yet they still cared more about his foul language.

Jon and Loboda charge towards the cabin. Jon cuts a wight in half then kills another. The giant breaks through a wall in the cabin as the cabin starts to go down in flames.

Jon watches as he shakes the wights off of his back, snapping some in half and stomping others into pieces. Jon and Loboda storm the cabin.

"Well, fuck me… you got any more of those Giants?" Bronn asked the wildling who in his opinion was far better company than the highborn who were in the room with them. Except for the imp, he was quite entertaining.

"Aye, there are a few hundred left. Not sure why only Wun Wun is there." He wondered what happened to the other giants. Did they die attacking the wall, fighting the southern king or the white walkers?

"Maybe they got killed during the fight between the Free Folk and lord Stannis." Jon said. Tormund grunted in agreement, that was the most likely outcome.

"So the Others have possibly hundreds of giants in their army as well." Jaime said which only served to make everyone even more worried. "I hope the wall is high enough." No one really wanted to, but they had to agree with the kingslayer there.

INT. HARDHOME – CABIN The entire cabin is on fire. A White Walker wielding a spear walks towards them menacingly, through the fire.

"Isn't that one of those…" Brienne paused looking for the right word. "...things we saw on the horses?"

"Aye, he looks very…" Lord Manderly started.

"Terrifying, intimidating, menacing?" Tyrion interrupted the fat lord of White Habor.

"I don't like your chances." Tormund said with a frown.

"I don't like them either." Jon wasn't sure if his future self could handle what he assumed was a white walker. Though it would be nice if he could kill it, not only would he kill a living legend, but he would also get to survive.

"Get the glass." Loboda walks towards the White Walker as Jon scrambles towards the Dragonglass. Loboda misses with his axe twice, getting it caught in the wall. He pulls it out to parry in time, but the Walker's spear shatters his axe. The Walker plunges his spear through Loboda's stomach killing him.

"Now I really don't like your chances." Tormund's frown got bigger. "You should run." Tormund had no idea the Others could just shatter their weapons.

"Did his axe just shatter?" Robb asked no one in particular. No one could fathom how a weapon could just shatter like ice.

"You saw that too? Good to know I'm not completely drunk yet." Tyrion raised his goblet and took another hearty gulp of his wine as did many others.

"So that's why we need dragonglass and valyrian steel. Our weapons shatter when they clash with theirs." Renly laughed incredulously. They wouldn't even be able to defend themselves with regular weapons.

Jon reaches the glass but is thrown across the room by the Walker before he can pick it up, causing Longclaw to fly out of the cabin.

There was a lot of cursing going through the room that made the ladies look shocked. The lords assumed their only future source of information about the Others was about to die.

"That is not good." Varys said mostly to himself. Jon Snow was the only one of them who would face the Others in the future. Keeping him alive could help Varys with his plans for placing Aegon or the northern Targaryen on the throne. Having the future king ally himself with Jon Snow to defeat the Others would certainly endear him to the lords of Westeros, especially the northern ones.

"Well, no shit it's not good. He's fuckin' defenseless now!" Bronn said before being shut up by Tyrion. Men like Varys were not the type of men you wanted to piss off. Who knew what dirty secrets they could find out about you.

"The wildling had a weapon and it didn't do him any good. It just shattered once it touched the Walker's spear. I doubt the sword would have helped him." Varys responded and surprisingly most had to agree with him. That didn't mean they trusted the master of whispers though.

"That's Longclaw." Jorah said. He was surprised. How did Ned Stark's bastard get his family's sword?

Ned also noticed. "How did Jon get the ancestral sword of house Mormont?" He asked out loud.

Jon ducks from the Walker's swings with his spear, and runs to the upper floor to grab another sword. As Jon swings at the Walker, the Walker swings and shatters the sword. He uses the back end of his weapon to knock Jon down to the lower floor knocking the wind out of him.

Ned was clenching his armrests so hard he could feel them breaking. He pulled his children closer. They were just as worried for Jon as he was. The only one of the Starks who did not seem bothered in the slightest was to no one's surprise, his wife. "Do not worry, your brother will be fine." His reassurances didn't have much of an effect. Other than Catelyn frowning at how the children were worried about Jon.

Jaime cringed. "You'll be lucky if that only bruises your ribs." He remembered the stories he heard from Ser Barristan about Rhaegar's demise.

Ser Barristan shuddered. That reminded him way too much of the Usurper when he caved Prince Rhaegar's chest in. Jon Snow was lucky that was not a warhammer or a mace. Now that he took a closer look, Jon's face had features similar to Rhaegar's. He shook his head, it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

The Blackfish nodded. "Aye, a fall like that could break your ribs. Hell, I have seen some men pass out from hitting their head in a fall like that one."

Under normal circumstances, Jon would have been ecstatic about famed warriors like Ser Jaime talking to him and giving him advice, but he could only feel dread. He had a weird feeling that he wouldn't live long in the future they were watching.

Jon struggles to get up, then gets up again, running to pick up Longclaw. He stumbles and drops the sword. The White Walker staggers towards him.

Catelyn couldn't help the irritation she felt when she heard her children's shouts for the bastard to get up. Why did they have to like the damn bastard so much? Why did her husband have to make her suffer so much? He should have left the bastard with his mother as all the other lords do.

Robb looked over at his half-brother. "You better not die, Snow!" On the inside he was worried but he covered it up.

"Wouldn't dream of it Stark." Jon replied with a strained smile. Something bad would happen to him soon he could feel it.

(The fight between Jon and the White Walker was kind of disappointing IMO so I decided to write my own fight scene. Sorry if it sucks but I just couldn't in good conscience leave the short fight we got in the show in here. I mean seriously the White Walkers are supposed to be powerful and the fight ended in two swings. Not to mention the whole Hardhome situation didn't happen in the books so I can do pretty much whatever I damn well please.)

Jon picks up Longclaw just in time to match the White Walker, and to both of their surprises, Longclaw stops the Walker's spear.

Jon closed his eyes not wanting to see his death. Only to open them once he heard cheering from his family and some other people who were with them. To his surprise, his future self actually survived.

"How did his sword not shatter?!" They would have rolled their eyes at Podrick's comment if not for the fact they also forgot valyrian steel could kill the Others. Then again it's not like they knew it would hold against an Other's weapon.

"Longclaw is made of valyrian steel. Like Jon Snow said earlier, valyrian steel can kill them." Jorah clarified for any of the slower lords.

Quickly getting over his surprise the Walker tries to slash at Jon from the left. He blocks and pushes the Walker's spear off to the side. As the Walker's spear was pushed aside it left his entire body open and Jon took the opportunity to ram his shoulder into the Walker pushing him back.

Jaime along with the other famed knights watched the battle with great attention. He came to the conclusion that while Jon Snow was a good fighter there was still a lot left for him to learn. He could have tried to finish his opponent instead of pushing him back. Not that Jaime could blame him that much. He would have tried to get as far away from the ice monster as possible.

Jon and the Walker slowly circled each other, waiting for who would make the first move, the fighting around them completely forgotten. The first attack came from the Walker who tried to hit Jon with an overhead slash.

"Predictable and easy to deflect." Jaime mused. The Walker had obviously never faced anyone who could actively fight back. There was no way the wildlings had valyrian steel. And he highly doubted the Walker had any sort of proper training. The Walker would have to rely on luck and pure strength alone if it wanted to win.

Jon parried the Walker's attack and went in for the kill. Just as Jon was about to kill the Walker, a Wight came charging at him forcing Jon to take his attention away from the Walker and instead focusing on the dead man who came to save it's master.

"Oh, come on!" Robert roared making, startling those around him. "Bloody dead cunt!" It just had to come when the bastard was about to finally kill the Other. "Listen, boy, you kill that Walker and get out of there alive and I'll legitimize you as a Stark!" He said with a hearty laugh.

There was not a single person who did not stare at Robert in complete surprise. Giving the bastard the Stark name just like that? Then again killing a creature of legend that could probably give the kingslayer or Barristan The Bold a run for their money would be an impressive feat. If he did kill the Walker he would be deserving of a reward, and what better than giving him his father's name?

While Jon was over the moon that he could become a true Stark, and his siblings as well if the looks on their faces were anything to go by, he inwardly cringed. He could already see Lady Catelyn turning red in her anger. Lord Stark also had a weird expression on his face. Did he not want to legitimize Jon? No, he probably just didn't want to deal with his wife.

"And what is the point in that? He gave up all his titles when he joined the Night's Watch." Catelyn spoke up with a barely concealed sneer. There was no way in the seven hells she would let that bastard get the Stark name so that he could usurp her children.

"Aye, the one in the future did, but the one here with us is not a part of the Watch yet." Robert told her with a smile completely missing her ire. "What do you say, Ned? I believe this decision is long overdue already." He asked his best friend. As for Ned, he looked uncomfortable as hell right now.

"We shouldn't make any rash decisions right now. We'll speak about this later and we shall speak no more of this now." He couldn't accept this. He couldn't just give Jon the Stark name if he planned to put him on the throne. He would have to talk to Jon about this as well. He'd have to tell him about his true parents. That was a conversation he had delayed long enough.

Robert looked a bit annoyed but he let it go. He knew just how insufferable Cat would be once he legitimized Jon, but he would do it anyway.

The Stark children stared at their father in shock. Why would he not make Jon a Stark? They gave their brother sad looks but he wasn't even looking in their direction. Jon was waiting for the visions of his future self to start moving again.

Jon stepped back from the Walker. He quickly sidestepped the Wight making it stumble forward while Jon spun around and decapitated the dead man from behind. He focused on the Walker as soon as the Wight dropped dead.

(I know that in a real fight you would never spin but this is fantasy so it doesn't have to make even the slightest bit of sense.)

The northerners cheered and shouted out encouragements when Jon killed the Wight. The Stark's loudest among them, much to Catelyn's chagrin. Even some of the southerners joined in, namely the Riverlands and the Vale. And while the future Jon couldn't hear them, the one watching his future self certainly appreciated them.

The two enemies focused on each other again. Jon couldn't afford to waste any more time, the Wight's would break through the gate soon. He had to finish this quickly. This time Jon didn't wait and went on the offensive first.

The Walker blocked Jon's swing and hit him with the back of his spear in the chest again though not as hard this time, only pushing him back slightly. The Walker put all of his force into an overhead swing that Jon barely blocked and had to struggle to make sure it didn't come down on him.

There is that raw strength. Who would have thought that a magical creature had superior strength to regular people, Jaime thought to himself. There was something about the bastard that seemed familiar to Jaime. He couldn't place it, but there was something there.

The Walker and Jon were left in a struggle, both of them trying to overpower the other. The Walker was slowly gaining on Jon and almost had his spear at his neck so in a last desperate move Jon grabbed his blade in one hand and pushed hitting the Walker in the face with his sword's crossguard.

"Half-swording?" Brynden muttered to himself. Now that was something that wasn't often seen. At least not in Westeros. Very effective against armor though not many people try using it.

The hit in the face made the Walker stumble backwards leaving him open and this time Jon did not miss. He thrust Longclaw into the Walker's belly. The walker looked at the man who defeated him in shock for a few seconds before letting out a gut wrenching shriek as he shattered like ice into thousands of pieces.

Everyone cringed at the horrible noise the Walker made before they started cheering. The northerners were by far the loudest, with only Robert being able to match them in volume. "HA HA, take that you wretched beast!"

Tormund bear hugged Jon. "You fucking did it, King Crow! You killed a fucking Walker!" He was aware of Ghost staring at him with those red knowing eyes, almost daring him to do something. Or he just wanted Tormund to let go of Jon before he passed out from the lack of air.

"Someone give me some paper and something to write!" Robert bellowed to no one in particular once the cheering died down.

"What for your Grace?" Doran asked. He found this predicament to be quite amusing. Robert Baratheon wanted to legitimize the son of Rhaegar Targaryen. Oh, how he couldn't wait for the moment it all came crashing down.

"I said I would legitimize the boy if he killed the beast and kill it he did!" Robert responded to the dornishman.

"I hate to ruin this, but do I need to remind you there are at least three more of those things?" Renly asked his brother. Beating that Walker was impressive, but what could Jon Snow hope to do against another three if he could barely beat one of them?

Robert grumbled. "Fine. I'll just do it once we're done watching this future, vision or whatever it's called."

The Starks were happy for their brother. He would officially become a Stark like them. They could see their mother's anger and it worried them. While she couldn't take her anger out on the king she could on Jon.

Catelyn fumed. The damn bastard was actually going to be legitimized. She would not let this happen. Over her dead body.

Jon falls to the ground after the struggle, completely exhausted and tired. The Night King watches him alone from the top of the cliff.

"Who wants to bet that's their leader?" Tyrion asked. Pretty much everyone raised their hand to show their agreement.

EXT. HARDHOME – GATE Tormund and Karsi continue to tear through wights. Karsi looks up, and sees a group of blue-eyed wight children staring at her. They do nothing for a moment, then charge at her, chewing and clawing her to death as she screams in pain.

Not a single person did not look away from the screen. It was one thing to watch dead men come back to life, but watching dead children clawing someone to death was just too much.

Cut to Jon crawling across the snow, coughing up blood.

"Yeah, your ribs are fucked." Bronn's comment got a lot of nods and some glares as well. Not that he cared, he was simply telling the truth. "What? It's true ain't it?"

"Thank you, I had no idea." Jon said dryly. Jon totally wasn't aware he could die from an injury like that.

"You're welcome lad." Bronn said with a shit-eating grin on his face.

A man grabs him and Jon puts Longclaw to his neck. The man turns out to be Edd and they lower their weapons. "The Dragonglass!"

"Fuck the glass! We're gonna die here." Edd shouts at him.

A screech comes from the top of the cliff. Hundreds of wights dive from the top of the cliff. They appear to have died for a brief moment after landing.

Podrick stared at the screen in confusion. "At least they're dead now." Awkward silence and blank stares. "Well, you know, dead dead."

But then wake up and charge at Jon and Edd who run away.

"HOW?" Arya shouted pointing at the screen in a crazed manner. Her mother quickly shushed her even though her reaction was completely understandable. That should not have been possible.

"Well, they are not exactly alive so how do you expect them to die from that?" Tyrion asked the young girl.

Cut to Tormund continuing to hold the gate. The gate starts creaking then comes down. Tormund runs to the boat.

The giant starts roaring as the other gate comes down, swinging a fiery log. Jon, Tormund, and Edd sprint towards the boat with the giant clearing a path for them with the log. The Night's King continues to watch them from the top of the cliff.

Jon's siblings, cousins really, but they don't know that yet, were all nervously watching the screen. They thought that watching him fight that ice monster was terrifying, but it couldn't compare to watching him run from a giant horde of dead people who were trying to probably eat him alive or something.

EXT. HARDHOME – SHORE Jon, Tormund, and the Crow jump off the dock onto the boat. "Go! Go! Go!"

There was a collective sigh of relief heard throughout the room. At least it was over now. There was no way the dead could chase them through the water once they got off the shore.

"Wun Wun, to the sea." Tormund tells the giant. The giant stays back, continuing to take out loads of wights by swinging his flaming log. He begins to walk towards the boat, ripping the wights hanging onto him off of his back and throwing them into the water to die.

"Let's go now! Now!" Jon looks back to shore to see the Wights, along with a White Walker, killing the last surviving wildlings.

Tormund closed his eyes in resignation. "I told you it would be a massacre." The statement was directed at Jon, but the room was so quiet everyone could hear them.

Jon put a hand on the wildling man's shoulder. "That's why we're here, watching this. It's so that we can prevent this from ever happening." Tormund nodded back, filled with determination. Once they got back to Westeros they would stop the Others. No matter the cost.

Slowly, a figure walks to the end of the dock. The camera pans up to reveal the Night's King. He stares at Jon and Jon stares back. The Night's King turns his head to the carnage at the edge of the shore and then looks back to Jon. He slowly starts raising his arms.

"What is he doing?" Davos asked no one in particular.

"I don't know. Never seen any of the dead do something like that." Tormund said. He'd never even seen a Walker up close. And this was not just a regular Walker, this was definitely their leader. The king of the Walker's perhaps.

"Maybe he's proclaiming victory?" Margaery sounded very hesitant. "It's obvious the Others are intelligent, at least to some degree." They had to agree with her there. While the wights were dead, mindless creatures the Others were most certainly not. The shocked expression on the Walker's face when Jon Snow's sword didn't shatter was proof of that. Maybe the leader was simply raising his hands in victory.

"It's almost as if he's taunting me." Jon said and once again everyone agreed with him. It was as if the, what they assumed to be the leader of the Walkers, was showing Jon that no matter what, humanity would never win. And any attempted defense would simply be destroyed like Hardhome.

"Well, I'll be damned. Life-long enemies, people who hate each other's guts, all agreeing on so many different things today." Tyrion said with a fake smile. He chuckled. "The world must be ending." His mask fell and was replaced with a frown. "Oh, wait it actually is." And he went back to drinking his wine.

The dead wildlings twitch, then open their eyes to reveal blue. Karsii comes back to life, blue-eyed.

"So that's how they raise the dead." Sam said with wide eyes. All he had to do was raise his hands and the army of the dead got bigger.

They all start standing up, joining the army of the dead, and staring at Jon. Jon can do nothing but stare back at the Night King as the boat drifts away.

Everyone stared at the screen the same way Jon stared at the Night King. Full of despair, hopelessness and doubt. Doubt that the wights could be defeated.