A/N

So I decided not to rewrite the last few chapters. The new characters are going to be added in the next chapter. I'm lazy OK?

Oh and one more thing. Throughout this story, I will sometimes dedicate a chapter to show the characters moments from the show/books. Some of the things I will definitely show them are: The battle for Castle Black, Tyrion's trial and a lot of other scenes that involve White Walkers.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that by now everyone had left, even his two new friends, but Jon paid it no mind. All he could think about was that he would die in just 4 years' time. Before he could spiral back to his depressing thoughts he felt someone hug him.

"I don't want you to die Jon." Arya said as she sobbed into his shoulder. He slowly wrapped his arms around his little sister.

He wanted to tell her he wouldn't die, but after what they had just seen he knew he couldn't do that. "I can't promise you that." It came out as quiet as a whisper. The rest of his siblings joined Arya in the group hug.

The adults weren't sure what to say now that the anger and shock had subsided. What really could you say in this situation? Ask him if he was alright? Of course, he wasn't. Tell him they would make sure this didn't happen once they were sent back? The only thing the person that brought them here told them was that they would be shown their future. They were never told anything about going back and changing things. Well, they had to hope they could change things.

As Jon was being hugged by his family he couldn't help but tear up. It wasn't from sadness about his death, he really just felt numb, but rather from happiness. It felt good to know there were people who cared for him. Even Lady Stark stayed. He avoided eye contact with her though. She was only here because of her children, but that didn't really bother him. He'd gotten used to it a long time ago.

Ned and Benjen sat down on either side of Jon. Catelyn sat next to her husband. Ned put his hand on his nephew's shoulder. "You will not go join the Night's Watch. We'll make sure of that once we are sent back." Catelyn sighed quietly. She knew Ned was going to do this and she couldn't find it in herself to blame him.

"Your father is right, lad. You should have never gone to the Wall in the first place." Benjen added. No matter what happened he would make sure his nephew did not join the watch. At the very least this would dissuade Jon from even wanting to join.

Jon nodded. Joining the Night's Watch did not seem like a good idea anymore. But at the same time, what would happen at the Wall if he wasn't there? What would the consequences be if he stayed in Winterfell? Would they be bad or good? He became the Lord Commander so he had to have done something important or significant. And Jon had a feeling it had something to do with the Others.

"Let's just turn in for the night." Jon suggested. He could still feel the burning pain of being stabbed. It was almost as if he experienced the same pain his future self felt. Maybe that was a thing that happened in this place.

Everyone agreed with him. It would be easier to think about everything once they had some rest. However before they could all leave, Sansa asked one burning question. "So… you won't leave for the Wall?"

"I don't know." This was immediately met with protests from everyone.

"You can't leave! They will kill you!" Bran argued while Rickon shook his head and kept repeating the word 'no'.

"No, no no no. You are not going to that damn wall to die Jon!" Robb was not going to let his brother leave Winterfell. Not after what they had just seen.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Benjen asked. Just what was his nephew thinking? Surely he wouldn't want to go to the Wall if he knew he would die there.

"What about the FreeFolk? Are we meant to just let the Others kill them and turn them all into wights? And the dragon eggs and Darksister? Maester Aemon is not here with us. If we get sent back why would he believe us and just hand them over? What about Sam? He wouldn't have survived the Wall without my help that much I am sure of. And now he's going to the Citadel to become a maester! He might be able to convince them about the Others." Jon ranted and kept bringing up more good arguments for why he should go to the Watch.

Ned had to admit Jon was making a lot of good arguments, but his kids would never let go of Jon after what they had just seen. "We will decide on what to do later, but you will not die at the hands of those traitors. This is a discussion we can continue another time. After we see more of the future." He saw his children reluctantly nod. "Let's get some rest now."

They all went to their rooms. On their way, they could see certain others had gone to different rooms to have their own private conversations.

Jaime's right hand felt painful and just wrong for some reason. It actually felt similar to the pain described by those who have lost a limb. Why he would be experiencing that type of pain he had no idea. So he tried to distract himself from it by dragging Barristan to an empty room. "So… what's your reason?" Jaime asked with a slight smirk.

"My reason for what, exactly?" Barristan still hated the kingslayer and would not consider him an ally, but he had no choice, but to work with him on this. He had been surprised when the kingslayer wanted to talk to him in private. He was sure this would be about Jon Targaryen.

"Oh, I just want to know what could have convinced the ever so honorable Ser Barristan the Bold to betray his king and break his oath." Jaime asked in a mocking tone.

Barristan seemed to debate with himself if he should tell the kingslayer the truth or not. After a while, he caved in. "I saw something. It felt like… I don't know. A distant memory or one of these future visions perhaps."

"And what did you see in it?" Normally Jaime would have dismissed something as ridiculous as that, but he also had one of these memories Barristan is talking about. His was about Cersei blowing up the Sept of Baelor. He couldn't be sure it was real, but he couldn't prove it was fake either. After that, he only saw Aerys when he looked in her direction.

Barristan frowned and shot a glare at the Lannister. "I saw that little shit Joffrey dismiss me from the Kingsguard and name you the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. So as far as I'm concerned, I have been released from my vows already."

Jaime held back a wince. Yeah, his firstborn son was not exactly… king material. And Cersei certainly had a hand in dismissing Selmy. "That can't be the only reason." Being released from the Kingsguard was the reason for the betrayal, but there had to be something else to motivate Selmy.

Selmy sighed. "My greatest shame was failing Rhaegar and his family. If his son is still alive and I am meant to be dismissed then why should I not swear my fealty to him?" He asked the disgraced knight.

"And what if he turns out to be like his mad grandfather?" Jaime just had to ask. Aerys hadn't always been mad.

"After seeing and hearing what he does in the future, do you truly believe that could happen?" Jaime shook his head. "I would be honored to finally serve a good, worthy and just King." Barristan finished and left the room, leaving behind an intrigued Jaime. He wondered if anyone else also had these visions.

"So… what do ya think?" Bronn asked the imp as they sat at what seemed to be some sort of inn. At least he guessed it was an inn considering all the wine that was displayed on the wall.

Tyrion raised a brow at the sellsword as he poured two glasses of the wine which he grabbed from the display. "What do you mean what do I think? We just watched Jon… Snow get murdered. What am I supposed to say to that? Or anything else we saw?" He handed Bronn one of the glasses.

Bronn seemed to ignore Tyrion's words as he took the offered wine. "Seems to me things are going to get pretty chaotic in the next few years. Especially for little Lords like you. Might be a good idea to get some guards for yourself." He said before quickly downing his wine. After what he had seen he needed to get drunk.

"And where exactly could I find a loyal sellsword who is also great company?" Tyrion asked as he nursed his own glass. This wine was just as good as Arbor Gold if not better.

Bronn poured himself another glass. "Well, I don't know where you'll find one of those, but my services are available. For the right price of course."

"There goes the last Targaryen." Oberyn said dryly once he and his brother were alone. Their best shot at revenge. Gone. Just like that. Murdered by criminals who were sent to the Wall.

"We know Daenerys is still alive." Doran pointed out. Not that they would declare for her. Not after losing her dragons. After all those dragons were the only reason she had any power at all.

The Red Viper rolled his eyes. "And who's going to follow her? Especially after her own dragons abandoned her."

Doran ignored his brother's comment and moved on to more important matters. "We could try to convince Eddard to foster Jon at Sunspear instead of sending him to the Wall."

Oberyn glared at his brother. "You want to foster him? After Rhaegar set aside Elia?" Oberyn was willing to ally with Jon for the sake of getting revenge on the Lannisters and Baratheons, but to actually foster him?

Doran shot his brother an annoyed look. "You know as much as I do that Elia agreed to it. And we both know Rhaegar was not the only one who loved the Rose of Winterfell." Oberyn sighed and conceded that his brother was right. Silence settled as the two gathered their thoughts.

"It's rather poetic isn't it?" Doran said out of nowhere.

"What?"

"Ser Allister fought for the Targaryens during the rebellion. And now he killed his sworn prince's son. The last hope for the Targaryens to reclaim the throne." Both of them laughed at that. If only Allister knew the truth.

Jon Snow was a Targaryen. Olenna was sure of it. "Once we get back to Highgarden we will try to convince Eddard Stark to foster Jon Snow with us." Her declaration took her grandchildren by surprise.

"Why would we foster a bastard grandmother? I understand that he has four dragon eggs and Darksister, but he is still a bastard." Garlan wasn't sure just what his grandmother was getting at.

Olenna sighed. Her grandchildren were smart. Willas and Margaery especially, but they did not have the years Olenna had. And they hadn't heard all the rumors Olenna had heard during the rebellion.

"No, he is not." They looked at her in confusion. "During the rebellion, there were rumors Rhaegar had not kidnapped Lyanna Stark. And around a year after she went missing Eddard Stark comes back with her dead body and a child he proclaimed as his bastard. Eddard Stark, one of the most honorable men in the Seven Kingdoms, came back with a bastard."

"That does seem suspicious." Loras said and the rest of his siblings found themselves agreeing with that.

"And now there are two big fire-breathing dragons heading north to 'a land filled with cold and snow' where their rider is." Olenna continued as her grandchildren were finally figuring it out.

"And Jon Snow can coincidentally warg into one of those same dragons' mind." Margaery added and they all came to the same realization.

Willas' eyes widened. "He's Rhaegar Targaryen's son and the rightful King."

"Fostering him at Highgarden should give our dear Margaery enough time to charm him." Olenna smiled over at her granddaughter.

Margaery thought about it and it actually seemed like a good idea. Jon seemed like a good man from what she could tell, but controlling him would be either very hard or impossible. Unlike most, he was actually very smart. She would of course still try though. Maybe things would turn out alright.

"I only have four years left." Robert lamented. He was in a secluded room with his brothers. For some reason, Stannis decided to drag them in here to talk.

"So it would seem." Renly replied. He and his brothers were never close. Especially with Robert, but knowing he would die in the next few years still hurt. Close or not, they were family.

"Well, it's good you took up the duties of the king. Maybe you'll be able to turn that little shit into a somewhat decent king. Gods know I never could." Stannis was surprised by his brother's declaration. He shook his head, this wasn't why they were here right now.

"What are we going to do about those dragons?" Stannis asked his brothers, finally getting to the reason he dragged them into this room.

Robert waved of his brother's concerns. "Ah, I wouldn't worry about that. We'll just use the lad's dragons against the dragonspawn's dragons."

"Did it not occur to you that Jon Snow has Targaryen blood?" Stannis questioned both of his brothers. How did they not see the obvious?

Robert rolled his eyes. "Yes, I am aware of that Stannis. We also have Targaryen blood and it did not turn us mad, did it?"

Stannis suppressed a frustrated groan. "That is not what I am saying. The two dragons are going to Jon. He can apparently warg into their minds and they are moving towards him."

"But Jon Snow is not a Targaryen, he simply has some dragon blood in him." Renly said. Both Robert's and Renly's eyes widened once they finally got what Stannis was trying to tell them.

"There is no northern Targaryen! Those dragons are trying to find Jon Snow!" Stannis finally yelled. Now the three brothers had a lot to think about. Jon Snow would not have four dragons, but six of them.

"So…" Sam began. Tormund stared at him, face completely blank. "So?"

"What do we do now?" Sam asked his wildling companion.

"Why are you asking me, Crow? You're the smart one." It was clear to Sam that Tormund was frustrated, but he kept pushing.

"How do you feel abo-" Sam was abruptly cut off when the wildling's frustration finally boiled over.

Tormund couldn't take it anymore and exploded. "King Crow got killed because he saved my people! How the fuck do you think I feel about that?!" He sighed, shook his head in frustration and left the room. He needed to vent his frustrations on something or someone. Lucky for him there was a training area where that inn was.

He ignored the stares of the two people sitting and drinking the wine from the display as he hacked away at the wooden dummies. After a while the tall one offered to spar with him. Tormund accepted. It was better to vent his frustrations on someone who could actually fight back.

At some point, he joined them in getting drunk on the wine. He had to admit they were good company. Tormund hoped Bronn and Tyrion wouldn't become his enemies in these future visions.

"The boy's mother had Targaryen blood." Tywin knew Jon had Targaryen blood in him. It was an indisputable fact with all the evidence. Genna hummed in agreement.

"He might be able to control the dragons and hatch the eggs." Genna said. Tywin would never give up the throne, that much she knew. But how much would he be willing to sacrifice for it with the looming threat of the Others. "What if he tries to take the throne?"

The old lion scoffed. "He may have Targaryen blood, but he does not have the name. Even if he managed to take it, he wouldn't have it for long. The Lords of the Seven Kingdoms would never allow it." He himself would never allow it, but for now, they needed his dragons in order to fight the dead and for that, they needed him alive.

Jon was getting ready for bed. After everything that happened today, he was exhausted and just wanted to rest. As he tried to fall asleep he felt that weird feeling in his chest and back again. He sighed and finally checked what was causing that dull ache. He took off his shirt and froze. Scars. In the same places where his future self had been stabbed.

Jon sat up against the wall. He tried to wrap his mind around what this meant. Would everyone experience the same pain or at least get the scars they would receive in the future? Little did he know the scar on his back was still slightly bleeding. And some of that blood slid down the wall onto 4 dragon eggs, hidden underneath his bed. The eggs started to shake ever so slightly. It was safe to say sleep did not come easy to him that night.