Disclaimer:

MR. M, I am back for another try, I will keep my favorite characters alive with Mrs. J.K.'s help, Harry can do that, he is an OP guy, so are his girls.

What happened before:

This is one of the Fix It stories. In a nutshell, Harry married a bunch of girls, and discovered he could pull the minds of his girls in his Mindscape and share the knowledge among them, he found out after a visit to the Peverell vault that his Patronus became a Dragon from the Inheritance Books, the Eragon one. Soon the wives got a dragon Patronus too. They find a book with a ritual that can make their Patronus into their Animagus and make it heritable.

They move back and forth into the Eragon world and solve the problems, then it is time to move to the next world. This one, only Hermione, Daphne, Susan, and Luna were allowed to come with me. Enjoy.

Previous:

Somewhere in Westeros, a male and four females came out of a cave and looked around. The male said: "Well, here we are, we are going to kick ass, or get our asses kicked."

Susan gave her trunk to Daphne and turned into her Dragon, she roared, §We will do the kicking, Harry.§

Hermione asked: "Suzy? Since when did you turn into a Westeros Dragon?"

1 Where are we?

§Huh? When did that happen? I never noticed a thing!§ panicked Susan and changed back to Human.

One by one we changed, all of us are now a Westeros Dragon Animagus.

§This will take time to get used to,§ I commented, §I kind of miss my front paws, flying will be different too, let's get into my mindscape and try it out.§

I changed into a human and remarked: "We better check what else is changed, our trunks for example."

The bastard that took us here nerfed us well, we still have our Mansion Trunks, but the Mansions are empty, our supplies, my WWII armory, my airplanes… all gone, even our House Elves didn't make it through. Only the horses and the forest animals made it, this will make it a lot harder for us, as all our planning went down the drain.

I checked my emergency backpack, which is a bottomless backpack filled with all kinds of supplies and rations. A tent, books, gear for hunting and fishing, and weapons. I have a Rider's sword now, a green one. That was a gift from the riders to us, each got a Riders sword in the color of our Dragon.

"My seven-compartment trunk is still fully stocked." Reported Daphne, "I had it in my pocket just in case it would come through."

Luna and Hermione said the same, Susan shook her head, "No trunk, but I have my Mokeskin pouch filled to the brim with gold and silver. About 5000 Galleons and 1000 Sickles."

"We better get back in the cave and put some wards up, then we will learn to fly again," I suggested.

Learning to fly with different limbs is hard, our other form had wings on its back, now we have to fly with our arms. It took us the rest of the day in my mindscape learning to fly with some dignity, more often than not I plowed the field with my face.

Xxxxx

That night we discussed our options, Hermione started, "We have five Mansion trunks with nothing in the mansions, the grounds will overgrow, we need a few herds of sheep and cows to keep the grass short and ward some sections off from them like the Magic woods."

Luna commented, "We need to grow some crops, and we need to hire helpers. I bet there are a lot of Small Folks that want to live in a place that never has a winter and can harvest two to three times a year."

Susan said: "We have no farming tools, and Merlin knows what they use here, Hermione is right, we need a few herds of cattle or sheep, 5000 Galleons isn't going to be enough to buy them. Maybe we can catch some herds of deer?"

Daphne said: "It depends where we are in this world, flying around in our Dragon form is not advisable, we better keep it as a hidden asset and emergency solution."

I thought for a moment and said: "We are in Westeros or on the west coast of Essos if it is the Stranger that brought us here, he is one of the Faith of the Seven, so it would make no sense to drop us somewhere else. We could be close to Braavos, the Faceless Men worship the Stranger, or Pentos. My guess is Westeros… somewhere."

Luna straddled me: "I am grateful the Stranger left the furniture in the mansions, get out of those clothes Husband, we need a good shag to celebrate our arrival, where ever we are."

With a few waves of our hands, we all got naked, I grinned, "As you command my lovely Seer, let us celebrate that we are alive and fucking! And I am glad I am not drunk, so I will remember this night."

Daphne got behind Luna and cupped her breasts, "Less talking and more fucking husband, I'll work on the topside, you shove your dick in her snatch, you how she wants it."

That started an all-nighter, one by one the girls got a turn, eagerly aided by their sister wives, they went over the edge fast. I must say that having an orgy with thirty women is fun, but quality time with four is too.

Xxxxx

The next morning we saddled the horses and decided to travel West until we reached the sea or a settlement. Each had a Manor trunk on a necklace. We are dressed in fancy leather armor, we opted to act as nobility on a trip, dressing as commoners would get us in trouble, the girls are too pretty for that. Our swords are in a scabbard attached to the saddle, as always the wives were having fun at my expense about my driving skills. Yes, I am riding Dinah again, her foal runs next to her, I call him Lunch, he looks yummy after all.

We came across a road… it looked like a road from afar. There were people on it, most were heading South. We looked at each other, shrugged, and followed the mainstream South. Soon we were after a host that occupied the whole road, the bushes on the side prevented us from passing them, so we joined the caravan.

Some of the guards noticed us and approached us, The stranger did something good because we spoke the language. One of them asked, "What is your purpose Ser? Who are you and why are you following us?"

Daphne answered: "In case you did not notice it, we have no other choice than to follow, there is no room to pass you by and I doubt your Lord will move aside to let us through. Is that enough answer, guard?"

I chuckled: "Let the poor man do his job, Daphne, our purpose is to follow this road, wherever it leads to, my wives and I are nobles from Essos and strangers in this land. I doubt I even know where we are."

The other guard said, "We can tell you where we are heading, Ser. We are on our way to Harrenhall to attend the tourney. "

Crap! What does the Stranger wants from me? That I fight in that war? That I prevent it? To win it myself? I am bloody Hell Not going to Joust!

Luna's voice came from behind: "That sounds interesting Hubby, let's head that way too."

I shrugged: "Can we join your host, good man, or do we need to keep our distance? I am Lord Potter and these are my wives Daphne, Hermione, Susan, and Luna."

The first guard answered, "I will ask Lord Stark, Lord Potter."

A few minutes later, the guard returned, "Lord Stark wants to meet you, Lord Potter, your wives can join the women if they want."

I looked at the girls, they all nodded, I asked: "Luna? Can you keep an eye on Lunch? I doubt he will feel comfortable between those warhorses."

I made mental contact with Lunch and told him to follow Luna, she was riding his dad. Then I followed the guard to Lord Stark, that man was a real Northerner, strong, muscular, and starting to get gray hair. Next to him was his son Brandon, and his other son Benjen, ah, Ned is here too.

I introduced myself: "Thank you for letting me join your host, Lord Stark, my name is Harold James Potter, last of my Line, my wives and I are on a trip to find suitable lands to settle down. At the moment we are curious about that tourney."

Lord Stark nodded, "These are my sons Brandon, Eddard, and Benjen, you are welcome to join us Ser, you made me curious, you are quite young to have four wives, is there a story to that?"

Now I have to tell him the cover story we prepared, "We are from a place between Valysar and Volon Therys. Our families got mixed up in a dispute between those cities and came up short. We were betrayed by both sides and suffered heavy losses. I married my wife Hermione and accepted Daphne, Susan, and Luna as wives to let their sons carry on their family names, so they will not be forgotten."

Brandon asked, "Why did they betray your families?"

I answered: "Fear for us, fear that we will be too powerful to stand against us."

Benjen grinned: "Fear? By the way you are sitting on your horse, you are not a knight."

I grinned back: "Yes, fear. You don't have to be a knight to be feared, Ser Benjen. A knight is nothing without his backing, his lands, his keep, his small folks. Otherwise, you are nothing more than a man on a horse swinging a piece of metal around, I thought the North didn't have Knights?"

Brandon said, "Some lords have them, the Manderly's for one. What are your talents, Lord Potter if it isn't fighting?"

I laughed: "Oh, I can fight, Ser Brandon, but horse riding is not a skill I have. I am quite good at unarmed combat, and I can swing a sword and mace around."

Benjen said: "Then you must join the Melee, Father? There isn't a limit on participants is there? Lord Potter, the Melee is in the old way, a Seven-Sided-Melee, each Kingdom against the other."

I shrugged: "That sounds like fun, I doubt I qualify for the Joust."

We paused for lunch, to stretch the legs, and a bathroom break, the girls shared their food with the women and I got a dry lump of bread with a piece of meat and a skin of water… you know, a leather bag with water, the inside is probably the bladder of an animal, it tastes horrible. I had to drink it to get that dry bread through my throat.

Luna said to me: "Harry, Lunny is getting tired, I will put him in my trunk. Keep an eye on their reactions."

"It is Lunch, not Lunny," I pointed out "but go ahead, I'll keep watch."

Luna rolled her eyes and pulled the trunk from her neck, enlarged it, and mentally commanded Lunch to go in the trunk. Once Lunch was inside, Luna shrunk the trunk and hung it on her neck again. Well, Luna got the attention she wanted, I doubt Lunch was that tired, she probably wanted to show our Magic before we reach Harrenhall and I guess to promote the trunks to the North.

It worked, Lyanna came closer and asked: "Did you just let a horse disappear? Where did it go? It can not fit in that tiny box!"

Brandon came closer and asked, "I am curious too, how is that possible?"

Luna answered: "The tiny box is just the door to that space, and can get big or small as needed. The space inside stays the same."

Lyanna was eager to find out, "Can I see inside please?"

Luna nodded, enlarged her trunk again, and opened the door, "See for yourself." she said and gestured them to go inside.

Lyanna went inside and screamed, suddenly everyone had their swords in their hand and rushed into the trunk to stop in their track and look at the wide space inside. A pocket space ten miles wide and deep is bloody big and impressive.

Lyanna got her wits back online and asked, "How in the Gods name, the Old and the New, is this possible?"

I answered: "How is it possible to keep an ice wall of three hundred miles long and seven hundred feet high frozen for eight millennia? I guess the same way, with Magic."

Eddard warned me, "The Faith of the Seven views Magic as evil and condemns it strongly. You better watch your steps."

I shrugged, "I heard the Maesters train ravens to be messengers and carry letters to other keeps, do you think that is possible without Magic? How can the bird know to what keep it has to fly? Doesn't the North have Wargs and Greenseers? The Valyrians had Magic to control their Dragons, the Rhoynar had Water Magic before Valyria destroyed them. There is still a lot of Magic that is undiscovered. This is one of them."

Lord Stark asked, "What are you doing with this land? How big is it?"

Daphne answered, "Nothing for the moment, we are still on the move. Once we are settled we will hire small folks to farm the lands. It is about ten miles deep and wide, the soil is ten feet deep and the air is one mile up. The lake is four square miles and a hundred feet deep at its deepest point."

Lord Stark did the math, "That is ninety-six square miles of farmland!"

Hermione interrupted: "No, it is sixty square miles, the forest is needed to keep a healthy balance."

Susan softly added: "And winter is not coming in the trunk."

Brandon asked the million-dollar question, "Is it for sale? Where can we buy a dozen of those?"

Hermione said: "You need to have a Magician to maintain those trunks, without proper care, they will collapse."

Lyanna pointed to the Mansion, "That castle is huge! Not as big as Winterfell but bigger than most of our castles."

Lord Stark said: "It is time to move on, Lord Potter, we will discuss this after the tournament if you agree. We promise to keep this Trunk a secret. You hear everyone? This is a secret for the North!"

Luna got them hooked, if they can get their hands on a dozen of these trunks they won't need to depend on the Reach and the Riverlands that much. If they farm a dozen trunks intensively, they will have enough to get through a harsh winter, especially when they can keep growing crops in that winter. This is a matter of life and death for them. I let Dinner in the trunk and called another horse out, a stallion from the High Elves, we will keep the trunk closed for the rest of the trip.

At night, we prepared dinner for the Starks, the inns were packed anyway, so we offered a tent for the males and invited Lyanna and her handmaidens to bunk with the wives. Yes, we are promoting showers and bloody toilet bowls. Shitting outdoors is not always fun and dandy, for example, with What are you going to wipe your arse? With some leaves? What do you use in Winter? Squat down on the wrong spot and your nuts are getting nettled, use the wrong leaves and you get poison ivy on your ass.

You can literary get caught with your pants down! You are taking a dump and Yogi Bear comes sniffing around, a good advice is never to play dead before a bear in spring, they be hungry and not picky about what food they get to eat.

Anyway, a Wizard tent is a must-have in a Medieval world, with my wards out, the horses could go free, and people with bad intentions would lose interest. I slept in my spare tent, Merlin, I miss Dobby.

Lyanna with her handmaidens and the girls became good friends, I was fond of Benjen, Eddard is a dried-out prude, and Brandon is a whoremonger on almost the same level as the Stag. If he keeps on ogling my wives, then I'll poke his eyes out.

Soon, other Lords joined up with the Starks, I retreated and rode next to the Heirs, it was quite the sight, I sat on a normal horse, those Dudes rode on war horses, they towered above me, count my stellar riding skills in the mix… it was not pretty.

They stopped making fun of me when I trashed them during a sparring session. I practiced unarmed fighting against sword masters with Imira, Fiona, and Lineria, my High Elf wives. It was training for every occasion, we ended up rolling naked on the floor at the end, but I learned plenty. Yeah, once a High Elf is over a thousand years old, they have nasty tricks to get you where they want.

Xxxxx

We arrived at Harrenhall, Lord Stark let us set our tent up close to theirs, probably to keep us from running, or to let Lyanna and her handmaidens have a shower. With mild interest I watched the social life of the Lords, many left their Ladies at home and let their hair hang down, they got pisdrunk the first day, Brandon and the Baratheon stag could not let a girl pass by without grabbing at them.

When the stag got Daphne in his eyes I started to grin, Daphne doesn't need my help at all, when the Stag came too close, a bowel-loosening spell made him run outside while the shit was dripping down his legs. Brandon sobered up when he noticed what happened, when he looked at me I simply raised an eyebrow, challenging him to try it too.

Ashara Dayne was a pretty girl, dressed like a Dornish, she stood out, she was showing too much skin compared to the other girls, between that many drunks, that was asking for trouble, I asked the girls to put a tag on her and Lyanna. Although I doubt that Lyanna will elope with the prince, I think he will catch a germ, or eat something wrong, no, I bet he will fall off his horse in the Joust.

The next day, I caught the squires when they assaulted Howland Reed and trashed them, any complaints to me got brushed away, by me: "They were assaulting my friend three to one, I beat them up one on three, teach them manners or teach them to fight I don't care, but don't come whining to me like spoiled little boys."

Ashara was curious about the boy with four wives and was surprised we were so young, Luna and I are seventeen, the other girls are eighteen.

Lyanna introduced us, "Lord Potter, this is Ashara Dayne, the handmaiden of Princess Elia. Ashara, this is Lord Potter with Hermione, Daphne, Susan, and Luna, his wives."

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Ashara. You and Lady Lyanna stand out as Sunflowers in a field of grass, I must thank you both to take some of the rogue's attention away from my wives." I said.

Daphne commented, "Do not let him fool you, Lady Ashara, he is a sweet talker himself."

I complained: "Don't ruin my fun, Daphne! I am out of practice, you all know my lines and are not fooled anymore. Can't you see the poetry? An Ice flower and a Daughter of the Sun! If only I could sing or keep a tune, I would have them as soft clay in my hands, ready to shape them the way I want them to be. Be honest, Lady Lyanna, it was working, no? Lady Ashara? Didn't my comment of Daughter of the Sun move you?"

Hermione slapped the back of my head, "We told you, look but do not touch! And never sweet talk them into our bed." she looked at the Ladies and said, "We have to keep him in line, Ladies Lyanna and Ashara. We are still at an age that we can get fooled by men with a silver tongue, we witnessed sisters getting fooled that way, the consequences ruined our Family."

Lyanna smiled, "We are not easily fooled, Lady Hermione, our mothers taught us well."

I chuckled: "Oh, really? What if for example, your Prince serenades you with sweet love songs? Calls you his Winter Flower? What if he wins the Joust and gives you the crown of love and beauty instead of his wife? What if he is your way to get out of an unwanted engagement? Even when it will start a war?"

I looked at Ashara and asked: "What if a brother of a dear friend invites you in his tent to show you something from his sister? Do you trust him to be honorable? Do you trust the guards to stop him when you call out for help?"

Hermione said softly, "That has happened to a lot of innocent Maidens. But enough of that, I bet you are curious about our tent. Harry, stay outside."

I told them last night what I remembered from this Tourney, the fate of those two girls stood out, we arranged this little stage play to educate them and warn them of the dangers. If they don't listen, at least we tried. Lyanna will not take part in the Joust now that I punished those squires for beating up Howland Reed. Ashara probably will get raped by a drunken Brandon Stark. Anyway, tomorrow the Seven-Sided-Melee starts, it will be fun.

Xxxxx

I made quite a sight, the High elf Horses are not big, they can move fast through the woods and are very nimble, the Stark men all were heavily armed with swords and shields; some with Axes or Maces, I am wearing heavy leather armor, enchanted to the max, of course, my arms are protected with reinforced Gauntlets and Vambraces to protect my underarms and equipped to deal with swords, to my side were two four pound Maces, enchanted to do a lot of damage. I was ready to cheat the crap out of this Melee.

I imprinted my stallion what his task was, avoid frontal attacks and move in at their flanks, I might have promised him to have the first pick of the mares when they get in heat.

Last night I opened my trunk in my room, changed into my dragon, and took a shit. Luna used my cloak to rub all over my body. When I noticed that I had glands to the side of my jaws, I rubbed it to my cloak.

I noticed the effect when not one horse wanted to stay close to me, that might be the dung on my horse's legs. To make a story short, at first sight, I am not impressive… at all.

The Melee started, I looked like an easy target to eliminate and became the center of attention, my stallion… let's call him Breakfast, avoided the attacks and inflicted his first damage by giving a kick with his hind legs to another horse's ribs. A sticking charm kept me in the saddle when Breakfast dealt out damage left and right, when most of them were on the ground, I joined the Starks, Ned, Brandon, and Benjen with the best of their guards.

Benjen asked: "What did you feed your horse, Lord Potter, I never witnessed one that fierce."

I grinned and answered: "I promised he gets to fuck the first twenty mares in heat if he did a good job."

Ned glanced at me, "Really?"

I shrugged: "Do you think I can talk to horses? Try it for yourself, I think the North calls it Warging. Ah! There are my first target dummies."

The fight went from a group battle to a one-on-one duel, I surprised the knights by blocking their swords with my arm, and locking the sword with the protrusions on my arm protectors, a tap with my mace on their helmet was enough to take them out. You don't believe me? Put an iron bucket over your head and give it a tap with a hammer… yeah, now you know.

I faced the Stag, boy, that man was huge! He was swinging a two-handed mace with one hand like it was a toothpick, he was bloody fast too. My first cause of action was to disarm him, I avoided a swing and crushed his hand with my mace, then I turned to the side and hit the elbow of the other arm to let him drop his shield my maces are spelled with impact, and penetration when I push my Magic in them.

Well, this will be the last time he held a mace or a shield. The bones in his hand were splintered and his elbow had a complicated fracture, the Maesters will be helpless to do something about it. I ended up with Ned Stark against two Kings guards, Selmy and… Dayne? Yep, Ashara's brother.

I said to Ned: "I take the one with two swords, can you handle the other one?"

Ned swallowed, and nodded, "If I have to. Be careful with Selmy, he is a tough one."

Selmy witnessed me taking experienced knights out and took a defensive stand, I observed him, there were no openings to profit from, I started circling him and taunted: "You are good with those blades Grandpa. No, you guys aren't allowed to fuck, are you? Uncle it is. I heard some rumors about your order, can you tell me if they are true?"

"OK… I ask them anyway. The most persistent rumor is that you guys are sword swallowers, although why would anyone want to eat a sword? Iron is hard to digest." Selmy's eyes twitched at my questions, I pretended not to know the expression.

I continued: "Another rumor I heard was that you guys even break your Knight Oaths when the King orders you to. That is quite the devotion for your King, I admire that. Losing your honor to serve your King is the pinnacle of Duty, don't you think?"

That was the last drop, Selmy turned into a sword blender, every stroke was aimed at killing, I evaded most strokes until I saw an opening, I blocked both swords and kicked him in the nuts. Selmy went down like a ton of bricks.

I disarmed him and softly said: "You are too easy to anger, Ser, you have to work on that. Don't let baseless words get to you."

I looked around and saw Arthur Dayne staring at me, I grinned: "You heard? Are you angry? No? Let me ask you, what would you do when your Prince asks you to help abduct the daughter of the lord of a Kingdom? What is your Honor telling you? Aid the prince or save the Maiden?"

Dayne said: "You are making dangerous enemies, boy. Watch your tongue."

I shook my head, "We call that strategy, good Ser, making the opponent angry with taunts and insults to make him attack in blind anger is basic strategy. I would have apologized after the fight. I even kept it proper and kept your Momma out of it. You would only stay mad if one of those insults were true."

I grinned and asked: "Which of my insults struck home, Ser?"

Yep, another angry one that was aiming to kill me, I might or might not used Magic to win, I will never admit that, a tap to his helmet took him out too. I attached my maces back to my belt and looked around.

"I won? Or is there another one?" I asked.

Ned came closer and said: "You won, Lord Harold, a lot will question your honor on how you won."

I shrugged: "There is no honor in battle, Lord Stark, there is Honor in the way you live your life and how you serve the people you are responsible for. This is nothing more than a sparring match with a money reward for the winner."

I turned to Arthur Dayne, who was slowly coming back to his senses: "Ser Dayne? I apologize for my taunts, they were just to get under your skin. But ask yourself, Ser, why did they make you mad?"

Without a word, Dayne turned and left the field. The King too, after he saw his guards getting a whooping, he left, I got the price money from Princess Elia.

"Congratulations on your victory, Lord Potter, besting two of the best King's Guards is a major accomplishment," she said when she handed me my money.

I observed her and answered, "You honor me with your words, Princess Elia. I hope to call you My Queen someday when I settle here in Westeros and grow my roots in the land."

An angry voice called out, "If you live that long!"